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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Super -by- The StoryMaster

   Needless to say, Avery Robertson was in total shock after opening the
mysterious envelope to find a very explicit photograph of herself and her
current boyfriend Rob McDaniels.  It had been her first time allowing any
young man to put his penis into her mouth, and wouldn't you know it,
somebody had managed to get it on film.

   The full color photo plainly showed Avery on her knees in front of Rob.
The two had chosen a secluded area behind the outfield bleachers for their
little tryst, assuming that no one would be around at that time of day, but
obviously someone had uncovered their plan.  As she gazed with trembling
hands at the incriminating evidence, Avery remembered how she'd gaged
horribly when Rob tried to force his penis deeper into her throat.  The
photo showed her hands pressed against the fronts of Rob McDaniels' hairy
thighs in an effort to keep him from completely cutting off her airway with
his rather long appendage.  In the picture, Avery's brown eyes were open
wide and staring as she gazed up at her lover.

   "Oh, God!" she unconsciously said aloud as she quickly stuffed the photo
back into the manilla envelope she'd found shoved through the ventilation
louver in her locker.  Avery didn't have time to hide the envelope, because
just then the bell rang, signaling her first period class.  The pretty teen
stuck the envelope and its incriminating contents into her book bag and
headed down the hall in a broken trot for her class.

   Upon entering the room filled with chattering eleventh grade students,
the very first person she locked eyes with was none other than Rob
McDaniels.  Avery felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she quickly averted
her gaze and made for her desk.  "How could she ever make it through the
next hour," she thought to herself as she slipped behind her desk, making a
pointed effort not to look in Rob's direction.  Avery knew all too well
that the young man had his eyes on her.  No doubt he was confused at her
reaction particularly in light of all they'd done together just yesterday
afternoon.

   Avery shivered unconsciously at the thought.  "Why had she agreed to
Rob's demands?" she'd asked herself repeatedly following the incident. 
Even before she'd discovered that they had been observed, Avery Robertson
had regretted her actions with Rob.  There was absolutely no reason for her
to have done such a thing.  She certainly didn't need to try to impress
anyone.  Avery Robertson was, after all a very attractive young lady and
could have had her pick of any boy in school without having to "put out"
for any of them.

   At sixteen, Avery had a lithe, athletic figure, blond hair which hung to
her waist, and a face that could stop a truck.  She was indeed the object
of desire of practically every male student old enough to feel such urges
as well as a few of her teachers.  Avery had, like most attractive girls,
grown accustomed to having her way with members of the opposite sex, and
she had in the past toyed with a couple of her young suitors, quite cruelly
at times, earning her the reputation of being stuck up.  Avery Robertson
made it abundantly clear that she enjoyed her position of power over the
boys in her school, often boasting to her girlfriends about her most recent
conquest.

   "So why was it she'd allowed Rob to talk her into oral sex?" she
wondered absent mindedly.  Forgetting about the envelope hidden in her
backpack for the moment, Avery continued to reminisce.  "He promised me he
wouldn't...  'You know' in my mouth,"Avery thought in disgust.  She'd only
just barely had time to pull her head back before Rob had ejaculated all
over her new sweater.  If she hadn't turned her face away in the nick of
time, he would have shot his awful goo right into her face.  As it was,
she'd had to wash her long blond hair three times to get all of the nasty
sticky stuff out.  "That was for sure the last time she'd ever let anyone
do that to her again," Avery thought as the teacher walked into the room.

   "Good morning, class," Miss Ames said.  Avery's morning began.

   It wasn't until lunch time that Rob McDaniels was finally able to get
Avery alone long enough to ask her what the hell was going on.  "I'm really
sorry, Avery," he apologized over and over again.  He thought the young
blond's stand offish behavior was the result of her continued anger with
him for tricking her.  In part it was, but the real reason for Avery
Robertson's apparent preoccupation was what she carried in her book bag.

   After giving Rob the brush off, Avery had taken the photo out and
studied it more carefully in the relative privacy of a bathroom stall. 
Someone had definitely done their homework.  The photographer's vantage
point had been perfect to catch every detail.  Why you could even see the
dimples in Avery's cheeks caused by her sucking.  Avery was crushed.  Deep
down inside of her lay a cold certainty that she had not heard the last of
this.  Avery Robertson knew that something horrible was going to happen. 
And happen it did.

   Avery didn't have long to wait either.  In fact, that very afternoon,
when she opened her locker to get her jacket to go home, a small piece of
folded paper fell to her feet.  After glancing one way then the other,
Avery quickly stooped and snatched up the piece of paper.  Once outside of
the building she hesitantly opened the note.  In scrawled, practically
unreadable handwriting were the words, "Meet me behind the bleachers.  You
know the spot, Miss Robertson."

   Avery went cold.  Her head began to spin and she almost fell.  Grabbing
the iron handrail beside the wide cement steps, Avery steadied herself
while she tried her best to regain her equilibrium.

   "Are you OK, Ave?" she heard a familiar voice inquire.  Turning, Avery
looked up to see her best friend Bonnie standing next to her.  "You look
like you've seen a ghost," her friend continued.

   "Y..  Yeah, Bonnie.  I'm alright," Avery replied at last.  "I just got a
little dizzy spell, that's all," she lied.  "I'll be OK, really." She tried
to smile, but didn't quite pull it off.

   "Are you sure?" her friend said, the concern readily apparent in her
voice.

   'I'm sure, Bonnie.  Thanks though.  See you tonight, like we planned?"
she then asked, trying to change the subject lest her friend continue to
press her for an explanation.

   Thankfully, Bonnie said, "Alright, Ave.  If you're sure you're OK." With
that, the pretty brunette turned away with a look of genuine concern. 
Avery watched Bonnie walk away before looking once again at the note she
held in her trembling right hand.  Avery felt sick as she re-read the
ominous message.  "Miss Robertson," the author had called her.  In spite of
her fear, Avery found herself somewhat intrigued by this.  "Who would call
me 'Miss Robertson'?" she wondered.

   Unconsciously the young girl found herself slipping into a daydream
about Mr.  Warren, her science teacher.  Avery had often noticed the way
the handsome older man looked at her when he thought she wouldn't notice.
Secretly the pretty sixteen year old had mused over the possibility of
dating an older man, Mr.  Warren in particular.  He was, after all, very
handsome.

   "But he calls me Avery," the young girl thought shaking herself back to
the present.  As hard as she tried, Avery could think of no one who called
her Miss Robertson.

   Avery eyes darted to and fro as she stepped into the dimly lighted area
behind the farthest outfield bleachers, and her skin crawled as she
recalled all to well what had happened to her in that very spot just a
short while ago.  And now, here she was again.  Avery had been tremendously
frightened to come here, but she'd been even more terrified not to. 
Whoever the mystery photographer was held a great deal of power over her.
If that picture ever got out, she'd be the laughing stock of the school,
possibly even the entire town.  "Why did I ever let Rob talk me into doing
that?" she reprimanded herself not for the last time.

   "Well, Miss Robertson," a voice said from the shadows.  "I see you got
my note."

   Hugging herself, Avery jumped back with a small squeak.

   "Now, now, don't you go worryin', my little lady," the mystery man said
with a colloquial accent.

   Avery Robertson's jaw dropped to her feet.  She thought she would throw
up when from the shadows nearby, stepped the school superintendent, Gunther
Davis.

   "Ole Gunther's not about to hurt you, honey," the heavy set man said as
he stepped closer to Avery.  "No way.  In fact, I was kinda hopin' that you
and me could maybe get to be friends." He smiled lecherously and moved
closer still.  Avery shrank back from the horrible man.  She could smell
his body odor from several feet away.

   Gunther Davis was a short, stocky man who at first glance one might
believe to be obese.  To the contrary.  Because of his short stature,
Gunther Davis was often mistaken for a fat man when actually he was quite
powerfully built as the result of many years of manual labor.  His face was
round with poorly complected skin, and he wore his dark hair in a redneck
style crewcut.

   Avery quickly found herself backed against the metal structure of the
overhead bleachers when Gunther Davis reached for her with one dirty hand.
"Don't touch me!" Avery spat, slapping his hand away as he reached for her
face.  She tried to turn away from him.

   "Now don't let's be like that, little darlin'," Gunther said taking
Avery by her shoulder in a vice like grip.  "Why I think you and me could
get along just fine.  I saw what you done for that punk boyfriend of yours.
Got me a whole bunch of pictures too.  You sure looked mighty pretty with
that boy's cock in your mouth, darlin'.  What say you do ole Gunther a
little favor too?" He then laughed out loud at the shocked look of disgust
that appeared on the young girl's face as she stared up at him in
disbelief.

   Avery couldn't believe her ears.  "Was this really happening?" she
thought.  "Had this horrible man just suggested that she....  'you know'?"
For the longest time, Avery Robertson's mouth opened and closed, but no
sound came out.  She found herself shaking her head slowly from side to
side long before she regained her voice.  Then with all the haughty
self-assuredness she could muster, Avery snarled, "I'll do no such thing,
you animal!  Now you step aside and let me go, or I'm gonna scream!"

   Gunther Davis stood in silence for several moments, a queer look on his
ugly face.  Avery could smell the beer on his breath when at last he
replied to her threat.  Actually it was more of a hiss, if the truth be
known.  "Oh, you're gonna scream alright, little lady, but that's not gonna
happen until after you've sucked my cock."

   Before Avery could respond, Gunther Davis brought both of his powerful
hands to her shoulders and forced her to her knees.  Avery fought to get
away, but Davis easily overpowered her, holding her just inches away of his
grimy coveralls.  "Go on, now, little lady.  Don't you go makin' Gunther
get rough with you.  You just go ahead and do me just like I seen you doin'
your little boyfriend yesterday.  Reach up there now and unzip my fly."
When Avery refused to obey, Davis grabbed her by her long blond hair and
shook her unmercifully.

   "Owww!" Avery cried as she grabbed the man's hand which gripped her
hair.

   "Do it now, bitch!" Gunther said at last in a much more threatening tone
of voice.  "If you don't do just like I tell ya, a whole lotta folks are
gonna get a real treat when I show 'em my picture collection.  Hell, you'll
probably be even more popular with the boys after that.  Don't ya think?"
He laughed his wicked laugh and shook Avery by the hair again.

   Tears sprang to Avery's eyes as she slowly reached her small hands up to
Gunther Davis' zipper.  She was utterly terrified.  She sobbed audibly as
she began to unzip the man's coveralls.

   "That's better, honey," Davis cooed.  "I just knew you'd come around. 
Hell, it sure didn't take that shit eatin' boyfriend of yours much coaxin'
to get you to suck him off.  I'll just bet that little mouth of yours is as
sweet as candy.  Let's go, honey.  Reach in there and see what a real man's
like."

   While he stared down at the top of Avery Robertson's blond head, the
young teen slowly reached a hand into his open fly.  A big smile spread
over Davis's face when Avery jerked her hand away as if she'd been burned.
"Don't worry, little lady.  It ain't gonna bite," Davis chuckled.  Go
ahead, pull that bad boy out where you can work on it."

   Again Avery reached a hand into the warm, dirty feeling interior of
Gunther Davis' coveralls.  At first she felt nothing at all, then suddenly
something moved.  She almost jerked her hand away again, but thought better
of that idea, worried what Gunther Davis might do to her if she continued
to disobey him.  As Avery reached her hand a little further into the steamy
confines of his trousers she felt a large rock hard object.  Avery's
stomach heaved when suddenly she got a whiff of Davis' unwashed privates.
"How could she possibly go through with this she wondered," as she at last
slid her fingers into the opening in his boxer shorts and closed her hand
around Gunther Davis' hardness.  He was huge, Avery realized when she
discovered that her fingers would barely encircle the damp fleshy shaft. 
Reluctantly she pulled Davis free of the confines of his coveralls.  As she
did, Avery averted her gaze, unwilling to look at his manhood.

   When at last Avery did look up, her eyes went wide and round.  Seeing
her expression, Davis laughed then said, "Ain't she a beauty, little lady?
She's a sight bigger than that punk you got for a boyfriend.  Now let's see
how you do with a real cock in your mouth.  Open wide for ole Gunther,
darlin'," he said placing a grimy palm on Avery's cheek.  With his other
hand he held himself, the tip of his cock just centimeters from Avery's
lips.

   "Nooo," Avery whined through tightly clenched teeth.  She tried to turn
her head.

   "Oh, yes, darlin'," Davis said in mock sympathy as he slipped his
fingers around behind Avery's neck to restrain her then pressed the broad
head of his cock, already glistening with pre-cum, to the teenager's lips.

   Avery shook her head from side to side, "Mmmm!" she moaned as she fought
to keep her teeth closed.  Then suddenly Davis squeezed the back of her
neck painfully hard.  "Ahhhh," Avery gasped, opening her mouth in the
process.  The next thing she knew, Avery Robertson, the most sought after
girl in school, felt almost ten inches of smelly, heavily veined cock slide
into her mouth then down her throat.  "Gawp!" was the last sound Avery made
before her airway was cut off by the massive meat cylinder.  Avery's lips
were stretched unbelievably tight around it, and her jaws were spread so
far open that even had she thought to bite, she would have been unable to
do so effectively.  Avery felt strong hands on the back of her head forcing
her face toward Davis' overhanging belly.  Avery began to heave and gag
reflexively when at last her chin came to rest against Gunther Davis'
scrotum which partially protruded from his fly.

   "Oh, yeah, sweetheart!" Gunther Davis groaned.  "I just knew you had
talent."

   Avery, although practically in shock, managed to look up at her
attacker. She continued to gag for air as her nose pressed into the matted
black pubic hair which also protruded from Davis' dirty coveralls.

   "My, my, what pretty blue eyes you have, darlin'.  Need some air?" Avery
actually nodded slightly, her mouth and throat still impaled on the fleshy
shaft.  "Alrighty then," Davis said as he sandwiched Avery's small blond
head between his large beefy palms, holding her still while he slowly
extracted several inches of cock from her throat, uncovering her wind pipe.


   Through her nose, Avery gasped in several shuddering breaths before once
again Gunther Davis impaled her.  Avery's blue eyes sprang open wide and
staring as her attacker began to fuck her mouth with long measured strokes,
causing her to emit throaty "glucking" sounds.  Avery brought her hands to
the fronts of Davis' thighs where she clawed ineffectually at the dirty
material as the big meat shaft moved in and out of her mouth and throat.

   After several minutes of silent work, Gunther Davis smiled down at his
new girl friend and said, "I'll just bet yer worried I might cum in your
pretty mouth, aren't ya darlin'?  I remember how ya acted with your
boyfriend." Avery looked up at the man, his glistening shaft moving in and
out through her tightly stretched lips.  Her eyes belied her concern.  "I
thought so," Davis said with a sinister chuckle.  "Well, don't you worry
your little head about that, sugar.  Ole Gunther has a big surprise for
you. Yes siree!  You see, darlin', I think you been holdin' out on all the
boys, cause you been waitin' for a real man.  I think you been savin'
yourself for ole Gunther, ain't ya sugar?" He smiled at the confused
expression on Avery's face.  Suddenly he pulled the entire length of his
cock from Avery's mouth.  It actually exited her lips with an audible
"pop". Avery didn't resist when he reached down with is powerful hands and
pulled her to her feet.  Moving one hand behind Avery's slim neck, Gunther
Davis moved his face to withing inches of her's.  "You see, darlin' I think
you been waitin' for Gunther to make a woman outta ya, ain't ya?" he said
gruffly as without warning he reached his free hand between Avery's legs
and grabbed her by her sex.

   In utter shock, Avery's eyes and mouth flew open.  Before she could
utter a sound, however, Gunther clamped his mouth over her's and began to
kiss her forcefully and deeply.  With his "free" hand Davis began to rub
Avery through her tight designer style jeans.  Avery fought hard, pounding
her fists against Davis' broad shoulders.  She squealed through her nose as
she felt the man probe her throat with his tongue.  He tasted horrible.  It
was what he was doing with his hand that caused Avery the greatest concern.
Never before had she allowed anyone to touch her down there.  Not even Rob,
although he had certainly tried many times.  Now she found herself being
squeezed and fondled totally against her will.

   Suddenly Gunther Davis grabbed her by the hair on the back of her neck
and pulled her face back from his.  In shocked silence, Avery listened
while the man said, "Now you be still, little lady.  You can fight if you
wanna, but I'm gonna fuck ya, and there ain't nothin' you can do about it!"
He squeezed her pussy.

   Avery spat in Davis' face, and received a slap for it.  With her head
still reeling from the blow, Avery felt Gunther Davis grab the lapels of
her blouse with both hands and tear it open, exposing her small brassiere
and flawless tanned skin.  Before she could even begin to put up a fight,
Davis stripped her ruined blouse off her shoulders and threw it to the
ground.  It was then that he grabbed her right breast and squeezed none to
gently, bringing Avery back to the situation at hand.

   "Let go of me!" she growled and tried to get away.  Davis held her
effortlessly by her hair with one hand while with his other he broke the
small catch between the cups of her bra.  Avery felt the cool air on her
small but shapely breasts as the supportive garment was torn away.

   "Mmm, those sure are pretty, little lady," Davis said gruffly.  "Maybe
some day you'll let ole Gunther suck on 'em a little."

   "Get your hands off me, you bastard!" Avery shouted, the adrenalin
giving her courage.  Her outburst earned her another blow to the side of
her head.  She turned her face away just in time to avoid a back hand to
the mouth.  Instead the second blow caught Avery on the back of her head.

   "Son of a bitch," Davis cursed when his knuckles met Avery's skull. 
"I've 'bout lost my patience with you, little lady." He shook Avery hard by
her hair again.  "Now stand up here and listen to me.  Avery looked up as
Gunther drew back to hit her again.  She immediately went limp in his
grasp, holding up one hand to protect her face.  "That's more like it,"
Davis said somewhat breathlessly.  "Like I said before, I don't wanna hurt
you, darlin', but I do mean to fuck you." Avery had the look of a cornered
animal.  "You can get it hard, or you can get it easy, but one way or the
other, little lady, I'm gonna shove my dick as far up into that sweet pussy
of yours as it'll go."

   Avery thought she was going to be sick as the wicked man continued, "And
like I said before, sugar, what screamin' you're gonna do today is when you
feel me cum deep inside ya.  Understand?" Avery could only stare in
bewilderment, her head slowly shaking from side to side.  "So, what's it
gonna be, darlin'?  You gonna cooperate or am I gonna really have to hurt
ya?"

   Avery stood in stunned silence with the big man leaning over her for
quite some time.  Looking up into his pitiless black eyes, Avery saw the
hopelessness of her situation.  At last her shoulders slumped and she
nodded her head in defeat.

   With a big grin, Gunther Davis said, "That's my girl.  I just knew you'd
see it my way.  I promise you darlin', you're gonna like it.  Why you'll
remember this day for the rest of your life.  Now let's get you outta those
tight blue jeans.  Wadaya say?  You want me to help ya, or you gonna do it
yourself?" Gunther offered as he dropped his hands to Avery's narrow waist.


   He felt the warmth of her smooth skin under his rough hands.  He was
finally going to have his princess.  Gunther had waited and planned for
this day for a long, long time.  For almost three years he'd watched Avery
as she moved from one boyfriend to the next, and now she would be his
completely.

   When without prompting Avery began to unbutton her jeans, Gunther
dropped his hands from her hips and stepped back to admire the unfolding
scenery.  The young teen looked up at him pleadingly as she unzipped her
fly, exposing an area of white satin beneath the dark denim.  Gunther
merely smiled and said, "You're doin' just fine, darlin', but don't stop
now.  I can barely wait to see that pretty pussy of yours.  If it's as
pretty as yer little titties, ole Gunther'll be a happy man."

   Avery felt herself flush at Davis' filthy language.  Something in her
found it somehow exciting although the thought didn't occur to Avery at
that moment.  When she began to stall, fumbling with her jeans, Gunther
Davis quickly stepped forward, knelt down, slipped his thumbs into the
pockets of her jeans, then while Avery Robertson stood aghast, the man
stripped the tight denim down her shapely legs to her feet.  Without
looking up, Gunther said, "Go on, sugar.  Step outta yer britches." Placing
a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, Avery did as she was told. 
Sitting back on his haunches, Gunther then said, "Now for the panties."

   "Nooo," Avery whined as she instinctively tried to cover the center
cotton panel of her small bikini style panties.  She was about to try to
back away when she again found Gunther's strong hands on her hips.

   "Now you just hold still, little lady and let old Gunther have a look at
ya." Before Avery knew what was happening the man hooked his thumbs under
the narrow lacy waist band of her panties and drew them quickly over her
hips and down her legs.  "Oh, my," Davis muttered from his crouched over
position.  Avery didn't even have time to react before Davis stood up in
front of her.  Leaving her panties around her ankles Gunther took Avery by
her bare shoulders and turned her away from himself.  Then stepping quickly
up behind her, Davis pressed himself against Avery's bare back and
buttocks. He the reached beneath Avery's arms and cupped her small breasts
in his big rough hands.  Without a word, Davis began to kiss Avery on her
shoulders and neck, while at the same time he started to kneed the tender
flesh in his hands.  Gunther smiled to himself when he noticed the young
teen's small nipples begin to harden under his palms.  While the youngster
trembled in his grasp, Gunther allowed his right hand to slide slowly down
Avery's flank, then around behind and over her firm right buttock.

   Avery was just coming to grips with having her breasts fondled by a
complete stranger when unexpectedly Davis stooped behind her, dropped his
other hand to her left hip then slid his right hand edgewise between her
shapely thighs.  Rolling his hand palm up Davis immediately began to rub
his hand back and forth between Avery's legs, pressing his finger tips
upward against her most private flesh.

   "Oh, my goodness, darlin'.  You do keep yourself in good shape, Don't
ya? You must do a lotta exercise, huh, sweetheart?  Don't ya, darlin?" He
continued to rub Avery, pressing ever harder upward with his fingers until
at last his middle finger slipped between the resilient flesh of the
youngster's outer labia.

   "Nnnn," Avery groaned as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to escape
Gunther's probing fingers.

   "Easy, darlin'," Gunther whispered from behind her.  "You've never been
handled by a real man, I know, but you're gonna like it, sweetheart. 
You're gonna like it."

   Avery was rapidly losing her desire to resist.  As she felt the
stranger's hand move back and forth between her legs, her mind began to
wander.  She thought about Mr.  Warren.  She knew she was going to be
taken, and although every fiber of her being cried out for her to resist,
she simply didn't want to be hit again.  Avery Robertson began to give up.

   After several minutes during which time Gunther's fingers were very busy
"down there", the older man at last stood and turned Avery to face him once
again.  "You're gettin' pretty wet, little lady." He smiled when the pretty
teen blushed hotly.  "Why don't you suck on me a little more.  Get me all
ready for ya.  Will you do that for me, darlin'?"

   Avery looked up into Davis' face.  After a moment she nodded.  As she
knelt before him, Gunther shrugged out of his dirty coveralls, allowing
them to drop around his feet.  "Help me outta my britches, darlin',"
Gunther said to Avery.  Obediently she helped to work his pants over his
booted feet while Davis steadied himself with a hand on her head.  Dropping
his shorts, Gunther turned to Avery, his big cock was semi-flaccid in front
of him.  "Go ahead, now, darlin'.  Make me nice and hard for ya.  I'll let
you do the suckin' this time," he said with a grin when Avery looked at his
cock with apprehension.  She had no desire to be strangled again.  After a
moment she reached out gingerly with one hand and raised the heavy shaft
up, bringing its broad tip to her lips.

   Resting one hand on the top of the young blond's head, Gunther guided
Avery as she proceeded to suck him very quickly into full erection.  The
very sight of the young teenager crouched naked before him, her blond head
bobbing on his manhood was enough to practically send Gunther over the
edge.

   After awhile he pulled his cock from Avery's mouth and stood her up. 
Stepping back, Gunther Davis admired his prize.  Avery Robertson was indeed
every man's dream.  Her small slightly pointed breasts were firm and
supple. From her narrow waist, her nubile hips spread.  The enticing curves
of her young figure flowed downward to an immaculate little ass.  Gunther
knew that soon the fronts of his thighs would be pounding against that firm
flesh.  Avery's pussy was practically a perfect equilateral triangle
covered uniformly with tightly curled, white-blond hair.  From his earlier
exploration, Gunther had discovered that between Avery's resilient vulva
lay small, undeveloped inner labia.  At their upper juncture, was a small
but fully erect budding clitoris.  Avery Robertson promised to be a
wonderful lay.

   Gunther reached out with one hand and placed his fingers under Avery's
chin.  Raising her eyes to his, he then said as gently as possible given
the circumstances, "It's time we made a woman outta you, little darlin'. 
Would you like that?"

   "Nooo," Avery whined, backing away.

   "Now, darlin', you remember what I told you before." Grabbing his cock
in his hand, Gunther nodded down at the throbbing shaft.  "I think you'd a
lot rather get this cock slow and easy your first time.  Once you get used
to it, we'll do some fuckin', but I don't think you'd like it one little
bit if I just jammed it into you."

   "But...." Avery whimpered lamely.

   "Not buts, now darlin'.  You just turn around and put your hands on that
bar right there in front of ya and let ole Gunther do all the work for
awhile." Taking the terrified young blond by her shoulders with surprising
gentleness, Gunther Davis turned Avery.  As he did he looked down at her
fine young body.  Gunther's mouth began to water as without resistance
Avery Robertson allowed herself to be bent forward at the waist.  "Better
grab 'hold a somethin', darlin', 'cause the fun's about to start."

   Not knowing exactly what to expect, Avery, in a daze did as Davis
suggested.  Reaching forward she grabbed a piece of the underpinnings of
the overhead bleachers.  She looked back over her left shoulder just as
Gunther stepped up close behind her.  Placing a hand on her hip, Gunther
took his cock in his other hand and brought the head up between the firm
round cheeks of Avery Robertson's ass.

   "Ohh!" Avery gasped when she felt the smooth, hot object touch her.

   "That's right, little lady.  That feels pretty good, don't it?  Ever had
a man before, darlin''?  Have ya, sweetheart?" Gunther asked as he began to
rub the head of his cock slowly up and down between Avery's trembling
cheeks.  She groaned and squirmed in his grasp, but Davis held her tightly
by her left hip.  "Come on, little darlin'.  You can tell ole Gunther," he
said as he positioned himself over Avery's vaginal opening.  "Am I your
first, darlin?  Have you been savin' yourself for ole Gunther?  Sure you
have." Gunther Davis shoved his hips forward quickly.

   "Mmmeeeee," Avery squealed in shock and pain as at that very moment
beneath the outfield bleachers she became a woman.

   "Just hold still, little darlin'.  The hard part's already over.  It'll
only hurt a little now, sweetheart.  Mmm, you're one tight little thing. 
Ain't ya, little one." A small trickle of pinkish fluid ran unseen down the
inside of Avery's right thigh as Gunther Davis moved his cock slowly back
and forth just a few inches inside of Avery's once virgin birth canal.

   Avery whimpered when Gunther placed his other hand on her hip, then
wrapped his powerful fingers around her slender waist.

   "OK, darlin', brace yerself now, cause ole Gunther's gonna give you the
fuckin' of your life." Avery looked back over her shoulder at Gunther
Davis' grinning face just in time to see his fat belly lunge forward.

   "Uuuugghhhhhhhhh..  Gnnnnnnuuhhhhh!" Avery grunted followed by a long
groan.  Her strong back arched, instinctively aligning herself to better
accept her "lover's" penis.  Still she stared back at Gunther even though
her thoughts were turned inward toward her center.

   Gunther Davis simply couldn't believe his good fortune.  Even as he
entered his young, blond, princess for the first time in her life, tearing
away her virgin barrier in the process, the lovely teenager gazed back at
him unbidden.  Her eyes were round and filled with pain and wonder as he
pushed his way into her.  "You're so pretty, little lady," Gunther said. 
"How's that big cock feel, darlin?  Bet yer little boyfriend couldn't do ya
like ole Gunther.  No siree.  I saw that skinny little pecker of his while
you were suckin' him.  Nope, little lady.  A girl needs a good, thick cock
her first time.  One she can really grab onto." Gunther felt Avery's virgin
muscles fight his progress, but he held her tightly by her hips, all the
while drawing the young girl inexorably back onto himself.  Looking down
briefly, then back up into Avery's staring blue eyes, Gunther said, "Oh,
darlin' you oughtta see this."

   "Gmmphh!" Avery huffed as the fronts of Gunther Davis' thighs made
contact with the firm round cheeks of her shapely bottom.

   "Oh, yes, princess," Gunther referred to Avery for the first time.  "I
don't see any more cock back here darlin'.  You know what that means?"
Gunther felt the head of his cock press against the very back of Avery's
vaginal canal.  Pulling back harder still on the young girl's hips, Gunther
continued, "It means darlin' that ole Gunther's all the way up in there,
princess." He felt Avery clamp down on him in response to the news. 
"That's my girl.  You squeeze ole Gunther real nice like." Avery's
expression turned to one of utter humiliation as she slowly turned her face
away from Davis, allowed her blond head to drop between her outstretched
arms, then stood awaiting the inevitable.  As expected, the wait was a
short one.

   Avery shuddered all over when she felt the fullness in her belly
withdraw slowly and smoothly.  Avery gave two rapid gasps as the head of
Gunther's cock paused just inside of her entrance.  The fullness she felt
was still somewhat painful, but the stinging sensation she had experienced
at the moment of her deflowering was passing quickly.  "Somehow I thought
it would hurt more," Avery found herself musing.  Her daydream ended rather
abruptly when after two short thrusts, Gunther Davis once again pushed the
head of his cock smoothly up the entire length of Avery's quivering vagina.
"Rrrruuuhhhhh!" the young blond groaned, head down.  Her lower lip quivered
as Avery Robertson felt herself filled once more.  Filled with the
throbbing cock of the school superintendent.  A man Avery had always
thought of as dirty and crude.  She'd seen the way he leered at her when he
thought she wouldn't notice.  She'd even joked with some of her little
girlfriends about how Gunther Davis looked like a troll.  And now here she
was, standing bent over at the waist with the man's penis sunk to the hilt
in her most tender flesh.

   "OK, princess," Gunther said, interrupting her thoughts.  "It's time for
some fuckin'!  Ole Gunther's gonna make that little pussy a yours sing,
sweetheart."

   Before Avery could even think to respond, Gunther started.  For quite
some time then, the only sounds that came from under the outfield bleachers
were those of heavy breathing mixed with a few squeals and grunts.  Slowly
however, the rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh became more
and more pronounced, and with them time the frequency and volume of Avery
Robertson's cries increased markedly.

   "That's my little princess," Gunther said hoarsely as he leaned over his
prize.  His hips thrust forward and back in an ever increasing tempo.  I
can hear that little pussy a yours startin' to talk to me." He was right.
From between Avery's legs, the wet sticky sounds of a fully aroused female
could be heard.

   Avery was too preoccupied with the feelings which swelled within her
nubile physiology to care much about the sounds she was making.  At the
moment, the her attention was pretty much focused on Gunther's cock as it
raced in and out of her love canal.  The alternating sensations of fullness
and emptiness held her fully captive.  To her credit, Avery bore her first
fucking more or less silently.  She didn't fight Davis after a time, but
rather gave in to the inevitable.  It wasn't until several minutes later
when she heard Gunther begin to make some rather odd sounds that Avery
became alarmed.

   Gunther Davis dug his strong fingers into the young girl's soft flesh as
he felt the stinging sensation begin to form in his loins.  "Oh, little
darlin, Gunther's gonna give you a big surprise."

   Even though she wasn't exactly sure what he meant, Avery had a pretty
good idea what was about to happen.  "Noooo," she whined and looked back at
Gunther once again.

   "Oh, yes, sweetheart.  Gunther's gonna make you a mommy.  Gunther's
gonna cum so deep inside a you, little lady that my 'silver bullets' won't
have far to swim at all."

   Avery opened her mouth to cry out, but just then Gunther's body went
stiff.  A second later, Avery felt the heat spread within her depths. 
Helpless to prevent it, Avery Robertson accepted the full load of the
school superintendent's cum.  Gunther's hips jerked convulsively as wave
after wave of ropey semen pulsed into his "princess".  Gunther Davis
realized one of his dreams that afternoon.  Avery whimpered and groaned
softly as she was thoroughly filled.

   After several long minutes Gunther gave a satisfied sigh then slowly
withdrew his semiflaccid cock from the wet confines of Avery Robertson. 
Patting her on the hip, he said, "You're sure a great little fuck,
princess. A little inexperienced, but we can fix all that.  Next time I
want you to do some of the fuckin'."

   "Whaaaa?" Avery said in surprise as she straightened up from her bent
over position.  She felt something warm and slimly run down the inside of
her left thigh.

   "What're ya so surprised at, sweetheart?" Gunther asked with a chuckle
as he flopped his cock back into his coveralls and zipped up.  "Why you and
me are gonna be a real number now.  Yer gonna be seein' a whole lotta ole
Gunther.  That is when Bill there isn't busy with ya," he nodded in the
direction of a particularly dark area several feet distant.

   Avery Robertson thought she was going to puke, when from out of the
shadows a stranger stepped.  He walked toward Avery and Gunther grinning.
In his hands he carried a video camera.

   "Did ya get it all on tape, Bill?  Wasn't she somethin'?  What'd I tell
ya."

   "Yup, got the whole thing, Gunther.  You sure were right, she's a real
looker, this one," the surly stranger said as he stepped right up beside
Avery.  He reached a hand toward her face.

   Avery quickly shied away from the man.  "Now, princess, I want you to be
nice to my friend here.  After all, he knows our little secret too."

   "And I got some real good pictures of you and Gunther 'doin' the dirty',
baby.  I'll bet yer boyfriend would just love to see what's in this
camera," the man named Bill said.  "Here, Gunther.  Hold this for a spell,"
he said, handing Gunther the video camera.  "The little princess and I are
gonna get to know each other right now." He leered at Avery as he took her
by the wrist of her left hand and pulled her naked body to his.

   Had a person strolled by the outfield bleachers that afternoon, in the
shadows they might have seen a pretty young girl on her back on the ground,
her legs spread around the pounding hips of an older man who's blue jeans
were around his ankles.  Over the two stood a third person, a stocky man
holding a video camera.  After a few minutes a cry could be heard, long and
low as Avery Robertson accepted the offerings of her second lover.

   For the rest of the school year, her classmates noticed that Avery was
curiously absent from a lot of social affairs.  Rob McDaniels started
dating Jenny Phillips, because Avery had all but stopped talking to him. 
The pretty blond kept pretty much to herself.  She didn't have much time
these days for her contemporaries.  Gunther Davis, it turns out, had a lot
of friends.
   End - SM