Wild Fucking Teens
(M+/ff, teen, rape, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Christine Davenport stretched her lush young body voluptuously and yawned with pleasure. As her muscles tensed, the short filmy nightgown she wore hiked up until the bottom edge just barely covered her softly-rounded asscheeks and upper thighs, accentuating rather than concealing her lovely long legs and swelling DD-cup breasts. Her flesh was tanned a deep golden color by the hot rays of the California sun.

Christine was a beautiful girl by any standards. At sixteen years of age she had the face and figure of a mature young woman, with none of the awkwardness of a teenager. Her patrician features were set off by large brown eyes, perfect white teeth, and short dark hair.

The lovely young girl stood by the side of the disordered bed from which she had just arisen and looked around the luxurious room. Everything was done with expensive good taste, from the costly furniture itself to the thick rugs, brocade drapes, and original oil paintings on the walls. The house suggested money and an owner who would not hesitate to go to any lengths to assure an almost sybaritic comfort for himself and guests.

As she strode from the bedroom into the huge expanse of the redwood paneled front room, Christine blushed as she remembered her first reaction to Evelyn's suggestion that the two of them might spend a few weeks at her divorced fathers "little cabin at Antelope Lake." Christine knew that Evelyn's parents were divorced and that her father worked in television for a major network. That was nothing out of the ordinary in Southern California where so many people worked in the entertainment industry. And many Californians had small cabins in the surrounding mountains - places where they could escape for a weekend - away from the terrible smog and freeway traffic. Christine had immediately pictured the "little cabin" as a cheaply-built one room affair, furnished with cast-off furniture and discarded linen and crockery. She suspected that there would be no telephone or television, and almost certainly no interesting young men nearby to provide the excitement she felt so badly in need of.

Christine had almost said no to the idea, even if it meant spending the long summer on the crowded Venice or Santa Monica beaches, competing for a small bit of sand and the attentions of the adolescent surfers. Even that would be better than being isolated in some ramshackle cabin nursing mosquito bites and cursing the lack of male companionship.

It was one thing for Evelyn to want to be away from boys and young men for the summer. She had Glenn, her twenty-year old boyfriend who attended college in San Diego, and a divorced mother who let her do just about anything that she wanted. Christine's own parents were too strict to allow her to date anyone older than herself. And they watched her too closely to allow any boy, of whatever age, to endanger her 'precious" virginity. The only times that she could feel free at all were the days spent on the beach, away from their prying eyes and almost fanatical protectiveness. There she could be just another one of the thousands of nubile young girls who covered their insecurities by uncovering as much of their bodies as possible for the gratification of callow, almost uncaring, youths who massed there in equal numbers, pretending to be free but who were as rigidly locked into cultural dogmas as the "establishment" they hated so much.

Evelyn was persuasive though, pointing out that they would have complete freedom not just for several hours but for several days. Surprisingly, Christine's parents (despite their puritanical attitudes) had a great deal of misplaced respect for Evelyn's mother. The girls had learned early that Christine's mother and father would generally go along with almost anything if Evelyn's mother promised to supervise them. Not that she did, of course. She was much too busy with her own social life to care what the girls did. She had even promised to talk Christine's parents into the trip to Antelope Lake, telling them that she would assure them that she would be along to chaperone. Her own plans for the summer were vague but she told Evelyn and Christine that she would drop by the cabin occasionally to see how things were going.

In the end, it was Evelyn's hints that Glenn and one of his college friends would be coming up to the lake that finally persuaded Christine to say yes. Even though Glenn belonged to her best friend, Christine could not help the little chills of pleasure that rushed through her every time that Glenn was nearby. And she was sure that Glenn was attracted to her. Evelyn had only hinted at the things that she and Glenn had done, but Christine suspected that it was more than just the usual backseat petting bouts.

As she pulled the short nightgown over her lithe young body, Christine examined herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Her long fingers tenderly stroked her hips and thighs as her eyes ran down the creamy flesh, taking in the swelling breasts, tipped by little pink rosebuds of nipples, the thin waist suddenly flaring into softly rounded hips and tapering into long lovely legs. Her gaze fixed automatically on the dark patch of pubic hair that protected her tender vaginal lips and moist crevice. It was all that she could do to keep from gently intruding her fingers between the soft flesh of her inner thighs and feeling the warmth spread through her pelvis as flesh in exquisite joy. Her mother had so often warned Christine against touching herself there! Little beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as she remembered the joy she had felt in stroking herself. How could such pleasure be wrong? She wondered what it would be like to have the strong hand of Glenn prying apart her legs and plunging his frantic fingers into the pulsing crevice. The thought frightened her and she dropped her hands and gaze guiltily.

Christine pulled a brief swimsuit from her still-unpacked suitcase and stepped into the panties. The swimsuit had been a last minute purchase before they had left Los Angeles. Her mother and father would have heart failure if they could see her in the skimpy little bits of cloth. Quickly, she tied the halter of the bra behind her and strode out of the bedroom and into the kitchen for orange juice and toast. She ate standing up at the kitchen counter.

When she had finished the last of her meal, Christine walked to the front door and opened it, suddenly dazzled by the bright sunshine that streamed in, framing her lovely body between the cool darkness of the lodge and the brilliant outdoors. She could see the sparkling green waters of the lake just a short distance from the lodge. A long sandy beach ribboned its way between the lake and the massive pine forests that were all around her. In the distance she could see the rugged mountain peaks, still snow- covered in June.

She remembered how surprised she had been driving up to the lake yesterday in Evelyn's little sports car. Christine had been surprised at how short a time it had taken them to reach the lake from Los Angeles. In just under two hours they were there, turning into a small private road past huge pine trees, suddenly coming into a small clearing and seeing the redwood lodge nestled there among the trees. This was no weekend cabin! It was a veritable mansion. Christine immediately had a new respect for Evelyn's divorced father.

Standing in the doorway the next morning, Christine debated whether she should wait for Evelyn to return before going down to the beach. Her friend had arisen early and driven to the county seat to have the telephone turned on. Glenn had promised to call Evelyn sometime this evening and tell her when he would be able to come up. Christine decided to go for a walk around the lake while she waited for Evelyn. Retracing her steps to the bedroom, she put on a pair of sandals and packed the straw beach-bag with suntan oil, a paperback novel, sunglasses, and a large towel to lie on.

Walking down to the beach, Christine marveled at her good fortune in being here with Evelyn. All of her previous doubts and apprehensions were gone, replaced by a delicious excitement at the idea of Glenn and his friend joining them soon. She felt years older than she was, a feeling that was a mixture of elation at being on her own for the first time, and yet a tinge of fear at what the summer might bring to her. All of the mysterious processes that turned a teenager into a real woman were at work within her, she knew, and Christine desperately wanted to sample the delights of womanhood.

Her long legs carried her to the waters edge quickly. She stood there trying to decide which way to go. Her eyes wandered around the shoreline until they rested on a large granite outcropping a few hundred yards to her left. It looked like the prow of a ship, massive and thrusting against the green waters that lapped at it. Almost unconsciously she kicked off her sandals and started to walk toward it, the hot sand burning the tender soles of her perfectly formed feet. The only sound audible was the gentle rippling of the water as it ruffled in the light breeze.

As she drew near the huge granite rock, Christine could see that it partially concealed a small cove. Her feet began to move faster now, anxious to see what lay beyond. Suddenly, she was there and her eyes drank in the lovely scenery. It was a perfect spot for sunbathing. The pine forest was thick and inaccessible and anyone approaching from the beach could certainly be heard. She felt like an explorer discovering an unclaimed piece of land, and the whole idea of having a private place was thrilling. The water was very still and a darker shade of green than the rest of the lake.

Christine spread the towel on the sand and took the bottle of suntan lotion from the beach-bag. Her fingers worked expertly, spreading the dark liquid onto her firm flesh and then gently massaging it in. A strange feeling of pleasure ran through her as her hands covered the soft flesh of her inner-thighs and stomach. It was not a new feeling for her and in the past few months it had become more and more common to find her hands straying to the virginal spot where such joy could be had by the simple manipulation of her fingers.

She stretched her beautiful body out on the towel, face up, already feeling a warm glow on her skin from the hot rays of the sun. Her legs were spread slightly and the little piece of cloth that covered her pelvic area indented slightly as it traced the soft folds of her vaginal lips and the tender furrow they protected. It felt so good to be lying here, she thought to herself, not a care in the world, no adolescent surfers kicking sand on her as they played out their little games on the beach. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, just to lie here on the warm sand and try to anticipate what Glenn's friend would be like. He just had to like her - otherwise the whole vacation would be ruined! She felt her hands gently caressing her legs as her thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Jesus Christ! Are my eyes deceiving me or are you really there?"

Christine's eyes flew open and she struggled to sit up, startled and frightened by the deep male voice that seemed to come from nowhere. She felt a sudden chill as her eyes focused on the hulking figure of the man standing above her.

The man was about forty, Christine saw, dressed only in a pair of faded khaki pants rolled up to his knees. He was carrying his shirt and shoes in one hand. Despite her fear Christine could not help noticing how handsome the man was. His dark hair was uncombed and Christine could see that it was graying at the temples. The man was smiling at her.

"I've been coming here for years and I've never found anything like you before," the man was saying in his deep voice, a smile playing across his face, "I guess this must be my lucky day!"

"W - who are you?" was the only thing that Christine could stammer out.

The man's shadow fell across her legs, darkening the flesh. She could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of her almost naked body, and it strangely excited her despite her fear.

"Never mind who I am, sweetheart! The question is what am I going to do with you?" The handsome older man's voice was soft and gave no hint of violence. Christine was almost hypnotized by his easy mariner as he came closer to her and knelt down on the blanket. She could feel the sheer power surging through him as his well-muscled chest expanded and contracted. For an instant, she thought about running, but something in the man's manner made her hold back.

"Why don't you take off that swimsuit so that I can get a good look at you?" the man said matter-of-factly, his hands reaching toward her.

There was no mistaking his intentions now and the dark-haired teenager drew in her breath sharply as his hands went around her waist and held her tightly.

"Please don't hurt me," Christine pleaded, her voice strained and quivering. She wondered if he was crazy, a maniac loose from some institution, and she was afraid to cry out for fear that the older man might suddenly go berserk and strangle her. Besides, she realized, there was no one close enough to hear or help her. She quickly stifled her panic, deciding resignedly that it would be best not to do anything that would provoke him.

"Baby, if you don't take that thing off I'll do it myself!" the dark- haired man said, his voice hardening and his boring brown eyes staring straight into hers. One of his hands released her waist and poised menacingly over the small bit of cloth that restrained her breasts.

"Take it off!" he ordered again, savagely this time.

Christine's hands slowly reached around her back and pulled the straps of the bikini top free. A slow blush covered her face and upper body as she felt the cloth fall into her lap. My god, she sobbed inwardly, this can't really be happening to me! To deny herself sexual pleasure all of these years only to lose her virginity to some madman. And she had no doubt that she was about to lose her chastity to the leering man. She held herself perfectly still, afraid to look at him or to make any sudden movements.

The man slowly reached out to brush his fingers lovingly over her soft breasts. Even without looking up at him, Christine could feel his eyes on her breasts. The sudden nakedness of her pink nipples made them grow hard with involuntary excitement as they sprang out into the cooler air. She tried to resist the excitement growing in her loins as she followed the path of his suntanned hand, his fingers trailing lewdly across her glistening skin.

"Never be ashamed of your own nakedness, honey. You have beautiful breasts," the man said soothingly. Christine watched as his hand covered her whiteness that appeared bright in contrast to his tanned skin, and he slowly rubbed his palms over the full twin mounds. The sensation of his touch was echoing through her body. She felt goose-bumps on her arms in answer to the pleasure and fear she felt, and it seemed as if her nerves moved closer to the surface of her skin. Suddenly, the powerful man moved forward and his mouth opened obscenely to suck one of her hard little nipples inside it.

"Ooooohhhh!" Christine exclaimed, unable to disguise the sudden pleasure the man's sucking mouth was giving her. As his moist lips closed around her sensitive nipple, a liquid warmth seemed to envelop her. For the moment at least, her fears were forgotten as she experienced the most pleasant feelings she could ever remember. As if through instinctive reaction, she wrapped her arms around his head to hold him firmly to her excited breast. In response to her gesture, the man pulled the hardened pink nipple into his hot mouth, his teeth nipping lightly at the flesh.

There was something strange about the sensation it gave her, and she wondered if it was because the man was a complete stranger to her. The helpless teenager was not at all sure what was happening to her but despite her fears, she wanted it to continue. Some primitive instinct within Christine whispered soothingly that this might be the most important encounter of her young life. Other boys had tried to make out with her, of course, despite how closely her parents watched her. But those encounters had been different - usually just frantic grapplings in the back seats of old cars. She had always managed to keep the upper hand, even though she had been sorely tempted on several occasions to give in to the fumbling fingers of boys as inexperienced as herself.

With this handsome stranger here in the small cove, it was completely different. For the first time, Christine was confronted with a real man who knew exactly what to say and do to force his will on her. The helpless dark-haired girl didn't have any control of the situation at all; it was out of her hands entirely, she rationalized, and therefore she was doing nothing wrong. Even her parents could see the logic in that. However violated her poor protesting body would be, they would prefer that to a daughter who was killed by a mad rapist!

Christine looked down at the tight pants the man was wearing and she gasped involuntarily as she saw the bulging outline of his erect penis straining against the fabric.

He was moving his hands down her back now, and she knew that he was going to rip off her thin bikini panties. Her fear returned as she tried to imagine how it would feel to have his massive penis forcing it's way into her innocent young pussy, and she tried to press her asscheeks into the towel-covered sand to prevent him from removing her bikini. Without taking his mouth from her breast, the man forced her back until she was lying flat on the towel, and he easily slid his hand under the tightly rounded shape of her firm, youthful asscheeks. The inwardly sobbing girl knew that she didn't have the strength to resist his strong hands, and she felt his relentless fingers digging under the elastic band of the material to pull it roughly down her hips. The bikini bottom was suddenly pulled clear of her asscheeks, and she felt the warm air wash over the nakedly exposed area of her loins as the determined man worked with quick deft movements to slide the protecting cloth down to her ankles. He had pushed the suit down as far as he could reach without taking his mouth from her breast, and Christine raised her head to see the yellow fabric bunched at her feet. She had only to flip her foot to completely rid her body of any entanglements, and she lay back trembling, trying to comprehend the frightening sensation of being totally naked before a complete stranger!

It was only at that moment that she fully realized what was going to occur, but the sensations from the nerve ends of her nipples and sucked breast sent her mind whirling with indescribably passion. His searching hand began to run up between the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she groaned with her mouth half-open, and she was suddenly horrified to discover that she had submissively spread her legs out wide.

Like a blind man reading Braille, the dark-haired stranger traced the form and shape of Christine's virgin pussy with the tips of his fingers, and the silky smoothness of her sparse young pubic hair was like an invitation to the excited head of his cock. She felt his strong fingers caress the hair-covered lips of her pussy that formed the narrow slit, and he slowly worked his middle finger down between the soft folds to seek out the sensitive nerve end that throbbed into erect alertness at his touch.

"Oh, no," the startled teenager groaned in protest. "Oh god no... please!"

Feeling a sensation like an electric shock dash through her body when the man's finger suddenly found her clit, Christine had second thoughts about what she was so passively allowing to happen to her. Despite her determination to remain coldly passive, her entire body was becoming lewdly aroused by the steady massaging of her sensitive clit, and there was moisture now forming between the lips of her vagina in greater and greater amounts. Her body was betraying her! It was as if a fire had been ignited deep inside her womb, and she could feel the flame growing to a point that she thought would consume her every fiber. The feeling was different and somehow more exciting than the pleasures she had obtained when her own fingers caressed her moistly heated crevice those few times in the past.

It was as if the helpless girl had never been touched there before, and she was completely shaken by the idea of what she knew was about to happen. The older man was going to rape her, fuck her young pussy with a flesh-and-blood cock that would squirt out hot male cum into her womb! She was naked and completely helpless to his demands - there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him - and somehow that fact brought a forbidden titillation to her body and mind. It didn't matter anymore that the salacious stranger was going to rape her. All that really mattered was that she was going to have a hard penis fucking into her hot little belly and she was helpless to prevent it. But then she found herself thinking that it was all right as long as that penis belonged to a stranger and no one else would know.

The older man pushed his finger against the moist opening to Christine's womb, and then suddenly he raised his head up from her breasts and got onto his feet. He stared down at the helplessly naked girl lying spread- eagled on the towel, seeing clearly that she was aroused and squirming with passion. He began immediately to pull off his khaki trousers, kicking them away from his legs as they fell. His huge ten-inch penis leapt out fully erect as his shorts followed the pants. The immensely thick shaft jerked several times as he stared at the hair-covered mound of the young brunette's inviting pussy. The dark pubic hair was short and soft, and there were tiny drops of fluid clinging to the lips at the opening of her vagina. She was lying perfectly still, paralyzed by her conflicting emotions, and her eyes were fixed hypnotically on his hard, throbbing penis.

Christine had to squint against the bright glare of the sun reflecting on the water, but she didn't take her eyes off the terrifyingly obscene sight of the man's maleness. She had never really seen an erection before, although she had often felt one dancing with some of the boys from her school.

The strange man's throbbing cock was like a thick broom handle and the enormous size of it made her shudder with a mixture of fear and lust.

She hadn't realized that a cock could be so big, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. The rubber-like flesh of the purple head was thick and throbbing and she could see a tiny drop of seminal fluid wetly glistening at the dilated slit in the tip.

Is that his cum? she wondered. Maybe if he cums, he won't want to... to rape me... to stick that enormous thing up inside me.

It frightened her to think of this huge rod of flesh pushing up inside her tight unused vagina, and she started trembling visibly from the thought. The blunt-headed shaft looked as though it would split her whole vagina open and the thought terrified her. All she had to do, the apprehensive teenager decided, was just to reach up and touch his ferocious-looking cock, to put her hand around it... to make it cum. Then he wouldn't be able to force that huge shaft up into her... He couldn't rape her then, could he? But... but, if he didn't shove his cock up inside her, she'd still be a virgin, and... and... in spite of her fear, she found she was excited by the thought of finally becoming a complete woman. The helplessly spread-eagled teenager wanted desperately to know the feeling of achieving the ultimate pleasure of sex.

"I'm a virgin! Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded softly, and the dark-haired man standing above her responded with a lewdly calculating grin.

"You really want to be fucked, don't you?" the older man grinned salaciously.

Christine tried to shake her head no. No! I don't want to be... to be... fucked... not here! Not like this... not... not by that enormous thing! she thought. But she could still feel the titillating warmth down in her pussy where the rapacious older man's plundering fingers had caressed her innocently responding clit. Oh God! she whimpered to herself. Yes, I do want to be fucked! I want all of that enormous cock rammed up in my pussy... even if it does rip me apart!

"Say it!" he commanded, and the tone in his voice was firm and demanding.

"Yes," Christine moaned weakly. It was true, she knew it was true, but she didn't want to admit it... not to herself, even... and certainly not to this lewdly grinning man standing over her helpless body.

"Yes, what?" the older man demanded as he knelt down in the sand beside her.

"Yes, I want you to... to do it... but I'm afraid you'll hurt me!" Christine whispered, her body on fire from the obscene thoughts racing through her. She had said what he wanted to hear, and her own lewd admission excited her more than she thought possible.

"Don't worry, I'll do it to you easy," the dark-haired man replied, and he moved down between her legs, pushing them limply apart so that her innocent vagina was completely open to his gaze. Christine was embarrassed by the man's lusting gaze. She knew that he was looking directly up into her open cunt, something that no one else had ever done. She wanted to close her legs together but he was now kneeling down between them. The dark- haired girl glanced up at the huge fleshy column that stood straight out from his loins, then she looked up at his face. As he leaned down toward her belly she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth tightly together while his lips made contact with the smooth white skin just above her pubic area. She kept thinking of his giant cock as she felt his tongue running wetly across her belly and down toward the soft folds of her defenselessly spread vagina.

The jolting sensation slamming through her body from the first contact of his tongue against her clit was as startling as anything she had ever felt. Her whole body seemed to lift off the towel as the passion-searing sensation traveled into every nerve and fiber to start her womb burning with more intensity than she would have thought possible. She didn't know if he wanted her to remain silent and she was afraid that he would stop kissing her pussy if she cried out with the pleasure of it. But as his mouth farther into the tender flesh of her virgin pussy, she let out a deep, uncontrollable moan from within her gently heaving breast.

She tried to repress the cry as she didn't want anything to stop this forbidden sexual pleasure he was giving her. Her mind was completely absorbed by the lewd, awakening tingles that poured over her sensitized body, and the moistly heated tongue licking over and around her vagina brought little mewling gasps of exciting pleasure to her lips.

Christine didn't know how long the experienced older man continued his work on her clit. The helplessly writhing girl felt his nipping teeth on the pulsing little nub, and he lewdly sucked it inside his warm lips to nibble on it lasciviously.

Time was meaningless at that point, but soon he moved his mouth down until it was pressing into the softly yielding lips around the opening of her womb. Suddenly his tongue was like a snake of hot flesh as he unraveled it to tremendous length, driving it wetly up inside the tight little passage of her cunt. Sparkling ripples of pleasure washed over her naked body as the man's tongue plowed into the moist walls of her burning vagina.

"OOOOOOooooohhhh!" Christine moaned in emphasis to the pleasure the tongue was giving her. The crashing bolt that flared up through her belly forced the air out of her lungs, and the rippling sensation that echoed back down to her womb made the flame grown brighter as his tongue worked furiously up inside her hot vagina. She was enmeshed in the pleasure it was giving her, and she voluntarily moved her legs out wider to give the hot tongue greater access to her hungry cunt.

The obscenely skewering tongue plunged in and out of her virgin pussy as the relentlessly devouring mouth beat a maddening rhythm over her whole exposed cuntal area, and the frantically aroused teenager began to grind her asscheeks down into the sand beneath the towel in time to the worming tongue. The sixteen-year old girl didn't want him to stop now. Oh, this was so much more exciting than any cock could ever be! She reached down and took his head in her hand, and, locking her fingers into the strands of his hair, the passionately writhing girl held him tightly against her vagina as his tongue darted in and out of her passion-filled womb.

Oh God, it was wonderful, and Christine thought that she had been such a fool not to have allowed this to happen to her before now. Her whole belly was jerking from the pleasure of his tongue, and she pushed her hips up against his face to get him deeper up inside her. But suddenly he reached out to pull her arms from his head, and he raised his mouth from her liquid vagina.

Christine opened her eyes, gasping, "Oh, no! Don't stop!" The frantically writhing girl saw him staring down at her moistly glistening cunt. She arched her hips up in naked invitation toward his mouth, but he raised his head higher, his mouth glistening with her cuntal moisture and the determined man began pushing her legs up and back until her whole cuntal plain was open to the warm air. He moved quickly up between her legs until his lust-swollen penis was pointing directly at the place where his tongue had been a moment before.

Christine had to raise her head up to see what the rapacious stranger was doing, and her eyes opened wide when she saw his huge cock hovering like a sacrificial knife over her wide-spread vagina. The purplish-red mushroom- shaped cock-head appeared even bigger than before, and the trembling girl gasped out in terrified anguish. "It's too big! Oh no! God, no! It'll rip me apart! Please don't..." she cried, frantic tears springing to her soft brown eyes. The stranger's naked cock was like a blunt sword of steaming fire made ready to plunge down into the depths of her belly, and the swollen purple tip seemed to be throbbing as little drops of seminal fluid oozed over the rubbery head from the narrow slit.

But he acted as if he hadn't heard a word she said. Paying no attention to her sobbing protests, he moved even closer to her, spreading her legs out wider, and she felt her total helpless nakedness as his movements made the air stir across her saliva-moistened vagina. The thickly smooth penis slowly made contact with her open vagina, and the man pushed the bulbous head of the hardened column along the entire length of her pink, hair-lined little slit.

He was still half-kneeling between her white thighs, and he began to move his hips back and forth, stroking her exposed pussy with the hard flesh of his lust-engorged cock. Christine didn't take her eyes off the swollen purple cock-head as it moved along the soft ridges of her expectantly throbbing vagina. With a pitiful sob of despair she realized she was forced into submission by the brute strength of this relentlessly lascivious man, and if she had no choice but to do exactly as he said - even if he ripped her apart with his obscenely throbbing cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" the stranger hissed teasingly down at her. He was smiling down at her face, and Christine looked frantically down between their naked bodies to see his long, hard penis gliding smoothly over her wet vagina.

"No," she sobbed bitterly, "it's too big! You'll tear me apart!" She knew it would do no good to protest. He was going to plunge the full enormous length of his pulsing cock deep up inside her belly, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. But... oh God! What was happening to her? In a horribly perverse way, she wanted him to fuck her. Even if it killed her - she wanted that whole pulsing shaft of male flesh rammed deep up inside of her!

"Say it! Say you want me to do it," the grinning stranger teased again in a suddenly gruff voice. He was holding perfectly still over her body as though waiting for her final signal of conscious submission.

She had no choice, the helplessly spread-eagled teenager decided. What did it matter, anyway? Whether she wanted him to or not, he was going to rip her apart. Oh, God! she thought. I don't care! Just get it over with.

"Fuck me!" she groaned, "I want you to fuck my cunt with your big cock!" There! She'd said it. She'd admitted she wanted him to rape her. Her debasement was complete now.

The tormented girl gasped once more. Would this agony never end? It wasn't enough that he was going to rape her, now he was going to humiliate her still further by forcing her to help him. "Take my cock in your hand! You put it in your little cunt!"

He tilted his head down to look back to where his throbbing penis was lying across the pink flesh of her widespread pussy. Raising his hips up, he slid his penis back until the purple swollen head was pressing into the moist folds of her pink vagina. Then the dark-haired man leaned forward over her body, placing his hands into the sand on either side of her shoulders. Christine hesitated to take his pulsating cock in her hand, but when he looked down into her eyes with a lewdly cruel grin on his face, she gave in, and the helpless teenager reached down between their bodies to grasp the swollen rod. It was the first time she had ever touched a penis, and as she wrapped her fingers submissively around the throbbing column of flesh, she could feel the blood swirling angrily in the warm shaft.

"Put it in!" the man commanded, and Christine winced at the urgent tone in his voice. She held the stiff column in her hand, curiously moving it back and forth, and feeling the hot rubbery tip gently parting the fleshy lips around the opening of her vagina. She held her breath as the spongy bulbous head forced its way slightly inside her moistly trembling pussy. And she gasped at the sudden surge of pain shooting through her defenseless body.

"AAAAWWWWHHH!" Christine screamed as the rapacious stranger pushed forward with his hips in an attempt to drive his cock farther up inside the restricting vaginal passage. She thought she was splitting in half, and the degree of pain surprised her in spite of her earlier fears. The man didn't pull back when she cried out, but instead pushed forward harder, the long blunt end of his tormenting cock seeming to grow bigger and hotter.

The pain in her loins increased with his added force; then suddenly she thought her whole body all the way up to her breasts was being ripped apart as the thick purple cock-head sank wetly between her legs and disappeared inside the elastic flesh at the opening of her cunt.

"OOOOOHHHH!"

The helplessly writhing virgin screamed in agony as increased pain seared her body with an insistent force while the massive cock strained to push itself all the way deep up inside her. But her cries for mercy went unheeded as the huge rod buried itself even more deeply up within her belly, adding more pain to her already spinning brain. All she could think about was stopping the pain in her innocent young pussy, and she struggled beneath the cruel man's strong body in a desperate attempt to get away from his forceful entry.

She squirmed her asscheeks vainly down against the towel, spreading the sand beneath it as if to dig her way out, but the determined man held her tightly, making her efforts useless. Her eyes were wide open and gazing with sobbing disbelief down between her widespread legs. She could see that the thick penis had only penetrated her tiny pussy about an inch, and she trembled uncontrollably as the thought how the rest of his entry would feel. Then the unrelenting man shoved in hard once again.

"Aaaauuggwwhhghh! NNoooo!"

Her belly was suddenly filled completely with the throbbing column of male flesh, and she screamed out more from surprise than from pain. She was afraid to move out of fear of making the pain worse and the determinedly raping man was also still except for a low groan that issued from deep within his throat. His loins were pressed tightly against the young girl's pelvis, their pubic hairs matted together from his unrestrained final plunge into her glove-like passage. He was sweating from the effort, but his balls were swirling with stored-up sperm that was throbbing for release. Her cunt was so tight that he held still for a long moment to keep from cumming right then and there.

"OOOOoooohh! Oooohh!" Christine moaned as the man flexed his cock inside the depths of her burning womb. She knew she had been skewered like a lamb for roasting over an open pit, and the throbbing instrument in her cunt made the pain pulsate to her brain. Her eyes were closed against the possibility of further pain, and she fully expected it to continue the moment the man moved, but he was still as if waiting for her helplessly invaded pussy to adjust to his huge size.

The lewdly panting man flexed his rampantly throbbing penis once again, but this time Christine didn't feel the pain she had expected. Gradually, the pain was being replaced by sensations of pleasure - small tingles at first, then building within her trembling cunt more and more. Her pink nipples tipping her full breasts were hard and erect, and they responded throbbingly to the sensation of the man's hairy chest brushing against them. His breath was warm, coming smoothly from his open mouth across the sensitive nerves in her neck. She had her arms around his strong back now, and she suddenly became aware that she was holding onto him as though to keep him from leaving.

She released her grip on his back, and he raised up slightly so she could look down between their bodies. Christine felt a new excitement sweep through her body as she looked down between her firm upstanding breasts upon the entangled mass of their tightly locked pubic hair. His cock was plunged all the way up inside her cunt, and she realized then that the pain of his entry would never again return. She was now going to get fucked, and the hardest part of her first time was over.

"Oooohhhh! God! Yessss!" Christine hissed between her tightly clenched teeth as the man slowly rolled his hips into the softness of her widespread vagina. She had her legs splayed out wide, and now she snaked them up around his asscheeks to lock him securely into her cunt. She had already felt the flame in her womb ignite with the fire of her first passion. It was as if his tongue had grown thick and hard and long, and now it was throbbing like an animal hungry to feed upon her cunt.

Her belly jerked slightly, and she raised her legs up as she felt the pressure ox his hips wanting to withdraw his cock from the depths of her burning pussy. She ground her asscheeks around on the towel to feel his pubic hair against her ovally stretched vagina, and at the same instant, he began to slowly pull his long, hard column from the pulsating depths of her glowing pussy. Christine raised her hips up, afraid that he was going to pull his penis all the way out, but he backed off only until the thick swollen head remained inside the tight opening to her womb.

"Ooooohhh! Oooooh!" Christine moaned, trying to screw her pussy back up onto the long rod of flesh. She was completely absorbed by the idea of this older man, a complete stranger whose name she didn't even know, fucking her, and she wanted desperately for him to get on with it. The man saw how excited the young girl was, and he deliberately drove his anxious penis back inside her tight passage with slow sureness. The blunt tip of his penis seemed to part the moist walls of her vagina like a knife sinking into soft warm butter, and her cunt closed tightly around the thick column like a hot glove, the nerves in the walls transmitting every shape and part to her brain.

It was as if she were balancing on the edge of a cliff, clinging hungrily to every movement of the long slow down-stroke, and the sensations she felt were ultimate pleasure compared to his first painful entry. The thick rubbery head finally reached the depths of her womb, and she felt the twin sacs of his balls slap lightly against her naked asscheeks as if to signal the end of his slow drive. It felt too good to be real, and Christine spread her legs out as widely as she could to suck every bit of pleasure out of his next plunge.

The panting man held his iron-hard cock motionless in her steaming vagina for a moment, but then he again withdrew it from the depths of her hungry womb. Her cunt was like liquid fire, and he again pushed forward, farther than before, his balls slapping into the crevice of her widespread asscheeks with a loud smacking sound.

"OOOOooouuhh!" Christine moaned at the lascivious sensation of his hair- covered balls lewdly striking against her puckered anus. A flash of hot pleasure danced up the length of her spine, and his sperm-swollen balls smacking against her anus sent wantonly heated strokes of lust shooting through her belly. The pain of his first entry was gone now, and in its place she felt an almost uncontrollable desire to have his long pole of male flesh pound into her no-longer-virginal cunt again and again.

The lust-driven man began to hammer his burgeoning cock in and out of her sensitive passage with ever-increasing ferocity, and the motion of his rock-hard column sent ripples of shattering pleasure flashing with growing intensity to every part of her aroused young body. Christine took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips up as he drove in on the down-stroke, and then pulling back as he withdrew his fleshy rod. Her excitement was fantastic, and the helpless teenager began rolling her head from side to side in uncontrollable frenzy at the sensation.

"Ooooohhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted with abandoned passion. All of her previous fears about the rapacious man were gone now, to be replaced with the pleasure his screwing cock was giving her.

The dark-haired man's long, moistly pounding column of flesh slid in and out of her cunt with greater ease, and the walls of her tightly- grasping passage were wrapping and squeezing every part of his throbbingly hard thickness as it brought her to higher and higher levels of pleasure. His pumping cock seemed to grow with every thrust, making the burning sensation in her womb become more intense with each driving lunge. The tempo of their naked fucking echoed back an angry need to reach a mysterious point of pleasure that Christine had never dreamed existed before, and she saw that their pubic hairs were tangling and untangling as he withdrew his cock to make ready to plow into her cunt once again.

The moaning teenage girl felt the rolling motion of their bodies fucking on the beach, and the sand and water seemed to amplify the entire act as the woods towered over them. The sensitized walls of her cunt telegraphed the message of his screwing cock to the electrified tips of her nerve ends through her entire body, and the young dark-haired girl's whole body and mind seemed concentrated entirely inside her hungry vagina. She was completely consumed by the huge penis pounding madly into her raging belly, and she wanted to milk it as though it were nothing more than an instrument of pleasure. She drew her legs up high, flexing the muscles in her trembling white thighs while her moistly gushing pussy pulled and sucked at the wonderful blood-filled penis that worked with such tremendous energy in her fiery hot cunt.

The man was fucking her good, she was sure about that, but when she felt an added sensation join the multitude she was already feeling, she couldn't at first identify its source. She shook her head to clear the excited haze that had formed from the pleasures she was having, and she realized that the man was teasing a middle finger into the curved-up crevice of her asscheeks. Her cheeks were spread wide by their position and the finger was searching for the tiny elastic ring of her anus.

"OOOOOUUUHHH!" she gasped when the finger made contact with the tiny puckered mouth, and she wiggled her asscheeks in heated response to the lewd sensation. The man worked his finger back and forth at the tight little opening until Christine suddenly realized that he was slowly worming it up inside her rectum!

"Oh, no..." she gasped.

No one had ever done anything like this to her before. How could he possibly want to do such an awful thing. She squirmed her asscheeks frantically, trying to dislodge the probing middle finger, but the pistoning cock slamming into her spasming vagina held her pinned to the sand so that she could not move away from the rigidly extended digit.

"Aaaauggghh," she groaned in agonizing pain as the finger dug farther up into her violated rectum. The intense pain brought tears to her fear- widened brown eyes, and she emitted another groan of torment. But no matter how much she protested, the extended middle finger rammed farther and farther up her helplessly invaded anus until she could feel the hard knuckles of his hand rubbing against her widespread ass-cheeks.

"Unnngghh," she groaned again. This was the ultimate humiliation! How could she ever explain this terrible rape to her friend Evelyn... or to anyone else. The jack-hammering penis in her moistly throbbing pussy had felt so exciting... but now, all she could feel was the debilitating pain of his obscenely probing middle finger. The rudely violated girl began to wail almost silently, and she became so involved with her sobbing moans that it was a little while before she suddenly became aware that she was no longer feeling any pain. Instead, somehow, the intense pain had faded and given way to an overwhelming surge of sheer intense pleasure.

With a sudden shock of disbelief, she realized that his skewering middle finger felt good! There was something perversely exciting about being so totally helpless to the probing finger rammed up in her anus, and it felt so good that she began bucking wildly against the two impaling instruments working on either side of her body. The pleasures seemed to shoot a mammoth pinnacle, and suddenly, in her passion-drugged mind, she wanted her cunt and anus filled with all the hardened cocks in the whole world!

"Oh, God! Where am I?" Christine screamed loudly, her mind in an excited haze of lusting pleasure, and she rode up and down the driving penis in her cunt like a wild animal. The man pulled his finger from her rectum before she could stop him, and his cock seemed to swell up even larger inside her womb. Somehow, Christine knew that the huge pulsing prick was soon going to start spewing out hot, white fluid, and at the same time her own belly started jerking uncontrollably.

She had no idea what was happening to her insides, but she felt sure that she was going to explode at any moment. Suddenly, the hard column of flesh sank deeper than ever up inside her, filling her womb completely with its frenziedly swollen hardness. The expansion of the penis in her womb was like a warning of greater things to come, and when the first liquid burst of searing male sperm traveled up the massive penis to the tip like a tremendous signal of a storm, Christine was thrown into a wild, uncontrolled ecstasy.

"Ooooooohhh! OOOOOhhh!" the passion-drenched teenager screamed.

"Ohhh," the jack-hammering rapist groaned. "I'm cccuummiinnggg!"

The shot of fiery liquid hit the pit of her belly like a blast of hot molten lava, and the huge cock began to jerk wildly and saturate her raving cunt with hot sticky cum. She shoved her hips up to take the liquid-spewing penis as deep as she possibly could as each drop of the hot male fluid coming from the jerking head made her body move to greater heights of pleasure. With tremendous rippling sensations tearing through her body, Christine suddenly felt her womb sizzle with her own climax surrounding the throbbing cock. Her cunt seemed to relax for a moment around it, and then erupt with her own cum, the whole length of the tight hot cuntal passage contracting again and again in greater and stronger bursts of sensation-giving pleasure.

"FFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK!" she screamed. She felt as though she wasn't even touching the ground as her body reached the gigantic heights of its pleasures. She jammed her fingernails into the stranger's asscheeks, cutting his flesh in a frenzy as she excitedly pulled him hard against her receptive body. She wanted very much to feel him in her ready body with every one of her nerves, and she arched her hips back to receive all of the gushing fluid from his wildly ejaculating cock. Their combined cum mingled inside her womb, and as her cunt contracted against the sticky pulsing red, she could feel the liquid squeezing out of her and mingling in their pubic hairs. She felt it dripping off into the sweat-soaked towel beneath them, and she wanted it to last like that forever.

But it didn't last. The rapacious stranger was finished with her, and he rolled off her passion-wracked body an instant after his cock had stopped spewing his cum. Christine clearly wanted him to remain inside her, but he quickly stood up and pulled on the shorts and trousers. With a little half-smile and a wave of his arm, he strode off in the direction of the lake.

Christine lay there on the towel for several minutes, her body still filled with the strong feelings of sexual pleasure as the sticky cum seeped past her bruised vaginal lips and oozed down into the crevice between her asscheeks. Everything had happened so quickly that she was still stunned with the wonder of having been fucked for the first time. Her discarded bikini lay beside her, a mute reminder that it had not been just a dream. After a while, her breasts stopped heaving, and she felt a strange euphoria. The ravished teenager didn't want to move. She wanted to just lie here and remember every detail of her recent experience. Then, from somewhere in the distance, she heard a voice calling out her name. It was Evelyn!

Quickly, Christine got up and walked the few feet to the placid waters of the lake and sat down in it. As the cool waters washed over her hot flesh she could hear Evelyn's voice coming nearer. She went back to the towel and put on her bikini. The towel went into the beach bag.

As her friend's voice got nearer and nearer, Christine began to walk toward it, her leaden legs reluctant to carry her away from the scene of her recent awakening as a woman.


"You look positively radiant, Christine!" Evelyn said in a half-serious voice. "Country life certainly seems to agree with you!"

Christine blushed at her friend's statement. If Evelyn only knew what had happened so suddenly on the beach this morning. Christine hated to keep secrets from Evelyn. They were such good friends that it didn't seem right somehow not to tell her about the older man who had so casually raped her this morning. But something in her confused mind told her to remain silent about those terrifying pleasure-filled moments. Evelyn might be so frightened as to want to return to Los Angeles immediately, or even to report the incident to the local sheriff. Far from wanting the man arrested, Christine fervently hoped that he would return again soon.

"How do you know I didn't meet my Prince Charming on the beach this morning?" Christine replied, trying to keep her voice light and humorous. The two girls were just finishing a lunch of broiled steak and vegetables from the huge freezer in the kitchen. There seemed to be enough food there to last for several months.

"If I know you, you wouldn't know what to do with a real man, let alone some Prince Charming!" Evelyn said slyly, proud of her own experience with Glenn and wanting to rub it in a little with Christine. She had always been amused and puzzled by Christine's refusal to allow boys that kind of liberty.

"You might be surprised!" Christine retorted hotly. She looked Evelyn squarely in the eyes, tempted to blurt out that she was no longer a virgin. The sudden ringing of the telephone saved her from speaking the secret words.

Evelyn arose quickly and ran to the instrument. Her voice was excited as she put the receiver to her ear and began to talk rapidly. Watching her, Christine could tell that it was Glenn calling. From her friend's little squeals of delight, she guessed that Glenn and his friend would soon be joining them at the lake. Her loins warmed at the prospect! As Evelyn hung up the telephone and rejoined Christine at the table, happiness was written all over her smiling face.

"Score one for our side, Christine," Evelyn said, "Glenn and a boy named John Stone are driving up this afternoon. They should be here around eight o'clock. Isn't that great?"

Christine tried to match the name John Stone with a face in her memory but could not. Glenn was popular at college and had so many friends that she probably had not met him. She listened as Evelyn went on.

"Glenn says that John is a real groovy guy. He's studying film-making or something like that. Didn't I tell you we were going to have a great time here?"

It pleased Christine to see Evelyn so happy. The two girls had been close friends for several years now, as close as sisters really. They were dissimilar in appearance but they complemented one another in many ways. They were both attractive, of course, but the similarity ended there. Evelyn was heavier-boned than Christine, although they were about the same size. What set them apart most obviously was Evelyn's long blonde hair and green eyes. Her body was firm and smooth where it should be, and where it was soft, it was very soft. She had proud, full breasts, and though her waist was not as narrow as Christine's, her shape tapered nicely to her round, curving hips. Her asscheeks were little, like two melons, ripe and round, and she was well-proportioned to her smooth, tan legs. Despite her sexual experiences with Glenn, Evelyn had an air of innocence about her.

Christine was more a natural beauty, and her lithe young body was graceful without being too delicate. Her dark eyes gave her a mysterious look, a look that seemed to mask her actual inexperience.

"Let's take a walk down to the lake, Christine," Evelyn said in an excited voice, "I want to see your 'secret cove!'" She was already running toward the doorway, her long blonde hair flying.

Christine followed her friend out of the lodge and the two girls chattered gaily as they walked toward the granite outcropping. When they reached it, Evelyn ran the last few yards into the cove.

"Wow! This is a neat place," Evelyn exclaimed, looking around the sandy cove. "It's like being in another world!"

The dark-haired teenager smiled as she walked to the sunniest part of the beach to lay out her towel. She could see that Evelyn was impressed with "her" beach, and she was glad she had decided to share it with her.

"Shall we keep it a secret?" Christine asked, a little anxiety in her voice. Somehow it would spoil everything if Evelyn told Glenn and his friend John about the little cove.

"Don't worry! You can come here and fantasize about your Prince Charming in complete privacy," Evelyn laughed aloud as she sat down next to Christine, "I'll be too busy with Glenn to bother you!"

Christine was still in her bikini and the sun felt warm and good as she lay there. She looked over at her friend beside her.

"It's too bad you didn't wear your swimsuit. I'd like to take a dip." Evelyn was wearing shorts and a brief halter, and although it emphasized her full ripe curves, she looked even better in a skimpy swimsuit.

"I wish I had. A swim would be great about now." Evelyn replied, smiling. She turned away from Christine to look at the water. "The lake sure looks inviting!"

Christine stood up quickly and began to pull the halter of her bikini off, releasing her beautiful twin mounds. "It's so private here we could swim naked and nobody would see us." Her breasts shone white in the bright sunlight.

Evelyn looked up to see if Christine was serious. "I'll do it if you will, too," she said sheepishly.

"Okay, let's go!" Christine said bravely, pulling the little panties off and kicking them away from her feet. She was completely naked before Evelyn could get to her feet and disrobe herself. The two girls stood there for a moment, as though each were waiting for the other to make the first move toward the water.

Christine couldn't help noticing the silky-smooth curls of light blonde pubic hair that formed a triangular patch over Evelyn's pussy. She thought that Evelyn looked very sexy standing there in the nude, and she was reminded of her own nakedness this morning in this very spot. Trying to force the lewd thoughts from her mind, Christine ran toward the water and felt the hot sand turn cool on her feet as she entered the green liquid. Forcing her body into deeper water, she lowered her body and thrust it forward to cover it completely with the coolness. She loved swimming. It made her feel secure and alone... away from the prying eyes of her parents and their hopelessly out-dated ideas about growing up.

Christine came up out of the water to see Evelyn still standing on the beach. She waved to her to come join her in the water. Evelyn walked to the water's edge very slowly, her body moving sensuously, as though she was making an important decision. Then she stopped for a moment and giggled as she ran into the water.

"This is great!" Evelyn said as she treaded water next to Christine. Only their heads were above water and they might have been mermaids surfacing.

"I am the siren of the cove!" Christine wailed, then she dove into the water again, her white asscheeks shining in the sunlight as she submerged.

Evelyn waited until Christine had resurfaced, then she, too, dove down into the clear depths. It was like being suspended in a weightless world of liquid beauty, and they both swam around the cove until they were tired. Evelyn was the first to call it quits, and she walked out of the water, trailing a piece of sodden weed from the lake's bottom in her hand.

"Neptune's daughter!" she said to Christine, and they both laughed as they ran across the sand to where Christine's towel lay. Neither bothered to put on their beach garments, but instead, just lay down on the big towel, still wet and glistening from the water.

"This is a great place, Christine. Sure wish I could bring Glenn here sometime," Evelyn said. She saw her friend's look of immediate dismay, and she smiled broadly before going on. "Don't worry, just wishful thinking. This place seems such a great place to get laid... better than the back seat of a car, I'm sure!" she added.

Christine blushed furiously, hoping that Evelyn would not notice. It was such a great place to get fucked! Her body still tingled when she remembered the stranger's huge cock ramming in and out of her hungrily- clasping pussy this morning. Before she could say anything in response, Evelyn lay flat on her back and threw her legs out wide.

"It sure would be nice to have Glenn's big cock in me right now," Evelyn said, and she pointed her finger toward her widespread pussy, to make sure that Christine understood where she wanted Glenn's cock.

Christine stared at Evelyn, wondering if she had looked like that when the stranger had raped her. Then Evelyn suddenly put her legs together, and she started laughing loudly.

"I'd better stop talking that way or I'll make myself horny," the voluptuous blonde girl said through her laughter. She rolled onto her side so that she was facing Christine, and she leaned her head against her elbow before going on in a lower voice. "Tell me the truth, Christine! Are you still a virgin?"

The dark-haired teenager felt very naked and open at that moment, but the tone in Evelyn's voice was one of sincere concern and understanding. She again considered telling Evelyn about having been raped in this very cove, and the idea seemed appealing. She needed to tell someone about the strange feelings she had experienced as the man initiated her into the pleasures of sex. She felt she could trust Evelyn to keep her secret. "No, I'm not." When she saw Evelyn's expression change to a gleeful grin, she added quickly, "But I am, almost!"

"Who was it?" Evelyn said quickly, her curiosity piqued by her friend's confession. "And how come I didn't know about it?" She held her breath in wait for Christine's answer.

Christine wanted to keep Evelyn guessing, and so she answered the question with one of her own. "You've only made it with Glenn, right?"

"Yeh! But we've done it a dozen or more times," Evelyn replied, feeling that she had something over her dark-haired friend. Something by way of experience that Christine could not match. "Come on, you can tell me who the guy was!"

"No, I can't! Even if I wanted to, I couldn't," Christine answered. She could see that Evelyn didn't believe her, but she went on, anyway. She had started it, so the recently initiated girl decided to tell Evelyn the whole story. "A man raped me right here on this beach... almost in this very spot about three hours ago... while you were in town getting the telephone turned on!" Christine watched the look of incredulity spread over Evelyn's face, and she went on without waiting for her blonde-haired friend to speak. "I enjoyed it, and he didn't hurt me, so I thought there was no point in telling you about it. It wouldn't have done any good to get you all excited."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Evelyn said, after she had a chance to take a deep breath. She looked around the cove in alarm, as if expecting the rapist to be standing there watching them. "Hey, do you think it's safe here now?"

Christine calmed her friend down by telling her every detail of her encounter with the stranger. She grew excited as the details of her forced seduction came from her lips, and she saw that Evelyn was also thoroughly enjoying the story.

"You weren't scared of this guy?" Evelyn asked at one point in Christine's story. She said that she would have been frightened to death.

"I was scared all right, but I figured there was nothing to do about it, so, as the old saying goes, I relaxed and enjoyed it!" Christine was surprised by her own statement, but she knew that it was more or less true. She had wanted to enjoy it, and she wanted to enjoy sex again soon. "I've been waiting for the right opportunity to come along, Evelyn. You know how tough it would have been around home. When it happened so quickly this morning I was frightened and relieved at the same time! Can you understand that?"

Evelyn thought about her own relationship with Glenn. He had seduced her skillfully, not giving her any opportunity to say no. Since that first time, they had used every opportunity to fuck. Not that it was all that difficult with Evelyn's mother away from home so often. She genuinely loved to have Glenn's massive penis ramming in and out of her moistly clinging pussy, and she looked forward to his arrival tonight with great anticipation. But her plans for Christine's first seduction were gone now. Christine liked fucking as much as she did!

"Whoever that guy was... well, he sure turned me onto sex," Christine said, not waiting for an answer to her question. She was thinking how wonderful her first climax had been this morning. The conversation was making her womb burn slightly, and she realized that lying on the beach naked helped her to relax and discuss sex with Evelyn.

Without being aware of it, Evelyn was massaging her breasts as Christine talked. She, too, was feeling the need for sexual satisfaction, and there was moisture forming between the silken hair-covered lips of her vagina. The entire discussion was making them both feel closer to one another than they had felt before. She had never met the friend that Glenn was bringing along, but she was pretty certain that John Stone could be counted on to satisfy Christine 's need for sex. Evelyn wanted everything to be perfect tonight because she had not seen Glenn for over a month, and her pussy needed him badly

Christine lay back on the towel, wondering if Evelyn had a new respect for her now that Sole had lost her virginity. A warm breeze started to blow lightly across the lake, and it made her body feel good all over. She felt the gentle wind wash over her exposed pussy, bringing little ripples of pleasure to her loins. Her long fingers rested lightly on her pubic mound, softly caressing the smooth fur-covered lips that protected her little clit and pussy. Lazily, she turned her head and saw that Evelyn was fingering her own cunt. It was so nice to lie here with Evelyn and not have any worries. She wondered if John Stone could bring her as much pleasure as the stranger had. Suddenly, Evelyn got to her feet and started to put on her shorts and halter.

"Come on, Christine, I'll race you back to the lodge," she said, her long blonde hair swinging around her milky shoulders.

"Can't we stay here for a little while longer, Evelyn?" Christine begged, not wanting to disturb the mounting warmth in her pussy. She felt no embarrassment at Evelyn seeing her finger her moist crevice.

"Baby, you've got a lot of things to learn between now and when the boys show up," Evelyn said, wondering how much her friend knew about birth control. "We don't want to take any little surprises back to Los Angeles with us!"

Slowly, Christine got to her feet and began to put on the bikinis Evelyn was right, she thought to herself. She did have so much to learn about herself and about men. As she pulled the tiny piece of cloth up around her asscheeks, Christine could not resist allowing her hand to slip between her thighs and rest for a moment on her pulsing pussy. She knew that it would soon be someone else's hand massaging her burning cunt, and she hoped that John Stone would find the idea as exciting as she did.


It was just after 7:30p when Christine heard the sound of a car coming up the gravel road. She threw aside the magazine she had been reading and ran to the window. Glenn's new convertible was just stopping, and she could see Evelyn's boyfriend and his buddy in the front seat. Christine was surprised at John Stone's appearance. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with curly brown hair and an easy grin on his handsome face. She had expected someone Glenn's age, and here was a man who appeared to be much older.

"Evelyn!" Christine called out to her friend in the kitchen. "Glenn and his friend are here!" She walked quickly to the wall mirror and checked her appearance as Evelyn joined her in the front room.

"You look just fine, honey," Evelyn said laughing, "Just don't be nervous and everything will be fine!"

Evelyn went to the door and threw it open to Glenn and John Stone.

"Hi, Evelyn!" Glenn said immediately. The two young men stood in the doorway smiling, their arms loaded With black cases and a rolled-up movie screen. "Give us a hand will you, this stuff is heavy?" He handed Evelyn a small case as she backed away from the door to allow them to enter.

"Hi, honey!" Evelyn answered, mystified by the equipment. She set the case down and closed the door. "What is all this stuff, Glenn?" Evelyn asked.

"Come on, show me where we can put this," her boyfriend said, anxious to be relieved of the heavy cases. He suddenly saw Christine and smiled broadly at her. "Hi, Christine. Meet my friend John Stone. John, meet Christine Davenport and Evelyn Scott... two really groovy people!" He set the cases down with a sigh of relief. As he did, Evelyn threw herself into his arms and kissed him passionately .

Christine went over to John and smiled shyly at him as she helped him put the cases he carried alongside the others. "Hello, John. I hope you had a good trip up!" Her words sounded shallow and inane to her, but she was unable to think of anything else to say.

John smiled back as his dark devouring eyes took in the lush figure of the young girl. Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, what a body! He could feel his cock hardening at the thought of spending the evening seducing this beautiful young thing.

"Not bad at all, Christine. The traffic coming out of San Diego was heavy but once we hit the freeway it was clear sailing," John answered, unable to believe his luck. He took his eyes away from Christine and looked around the room. "Wow! This is really great! Evelyn's old man must have a lot of bread to be able to afford something like this!"

Evelyn and Glenn broke apart and stood there looking at one another hungrily. Out of the corner of her eye, Christine could see the bulging outline of Glenn's swollen erection. It was obvious that Evelyn was going to be busy soon.

"Okay, lover, what is all this stuff?" Evelyn asked, her breath coming fast from the passionate embrace and the hard erect cock that had pressed into her soft belly. Her loins were beginning to burn in anticipation of the throbbing staff plunging into her anxious pussy.

"Relax, Evelyn. It's only a little entertainment for tonight. I told you that John makes films. This is his projection equipment and he brought up one of his movies," Glenn said, grinning at the look of puzzlement on Evelyn's face.

"I didn't plan to spend the night watching movies," Evelyn replied sarcastically, "I've got other plans!"

"It's a sex Film, baby!" Glenn said, pulling Evelyn to him and wrapping his hard-muscled arms around her wriggling body. She was oblivious to Christine and John, pressing herself into Glenn and rotating her pelvis against him.

Standing next to John, Christine was shocked and excited at the same time. She had never seen a sex movie and the thought of the four of them watching one together sent little shivers through her body. She could feel John watching her face for her reaction and she avoided his eyes. She needed time to comprehend all that was happening.

"Can I get anyone a drink?" Christine said a little too loudly.

Without waiting for a reply she went to the bar and started fixing the drinks; wine for Evelyn and herself, bourbon and water for Glenn and John. She could hear the sounds of the two young men setting up the projector and screen and her confused mind alternated between anxiety and resignation. The idea of seeing sex on a screen was repulsive to her. She wanted to be laid, all right, but she still thought of it as something mysterious and beautiful - like this morning on the beach with the stranger. She knew it was silly of her, but for some reason she had thought that the handsome John Stone would need no stimulation except the sight of her hungry young body, eager for him to manfully take control of the situation and seduce her quickly. As she finished making the drinks, she silently hoped that the experience would not be too unpleasant.

Evelyn and Glenn sat together on a large couch, still kissing passionately. They did not look up as Christine placed their drinks on a coffee table and went over to the projector where John stood adjusting knobs. He took the drink from her and downed it quickly.

"Have you ever seen a pornographic film before, Christine?" he asked casually, as though this were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Oh, I've seen a couple," Christine lied. She knew how shocked her parents would be if they could see her here, about to watch God-knows what on the screen! She sat down in a large armchair, hoping that John would join her after the film started.

"Everybody set?" John asked. Evelyn and Glenn broke apart long enough to answer affirmatively, and Christine nodded. He quickly turned off the room lights and started the projector. Then, to Christine's great disappointment, he pulled another chair next to hers and sat down. She had to force herself to look at the screen, even less interested now in what she was about to see.

"I hope you folks aren't going to be critical," John said, "this is one of the first films I ever made and my later ones are much better!"

"Let us be the judge of that!" Glenn replied, his hands busy with the lush body of the giggling Evelyn. They were stretched out on the couch now, their bodies locked together.

The title of the film was "Love in the Classroom," and the picture began with a shot of a middle-aged man sitting behind a teacher's desk in a classroom. He was reading a book entitled "Sex and the Teenager." Suddenly the classroom door opened and the man looked up to see a buxom young girl of about fifteen come into the room. She walked to the desk and stood there, books in one hand, and in the other a big "All-Day" sucker. The man laid the book aside and began to run his eyes up and down the girl's mini-skirted body. The girl brought the sucker up to her mouth and sensuously began to lick it.

Christine wanted to groan aloud at the obvious intent of the film-maker, and she couldn't help thinking that even she could come up with a more original theme than a girl student with a sucker and a pussy-hungry teacher. Christine glanced at John Stone and was surprised by his slightly bored expression. She guessed that he didn't care much for the film either. Her guess was confirmed when John leaned over toward her and whispered that he had only brought the film and the projector up at Glenn's insistence. She smiled and found herself liking John for his frankness. She turned back to the screen.

The blonde-haired student began making lewd gestures with her tongue on the lollipop, and the man rose from his seat and came around the desk to stand by the girl. He directed her to sit in the front row of the classroom seats, just in front of his own desk. She did so, spreading her legs wide as she sat down. The camera zoomed in to her crotch, bringing into focus the girl's white panties and the dark triangle of pubic hair under them. Then the camera pulled back as the teacher resumed his seat. The girl s actions were highly suggestive and the man's hand went under the desk and it was apparent that it rested on his cock. At is features became excited and his eyes bulged as the young girl continued to obscenely lick the lollipop slowly. The man said something to the girl and she picked up one of her books and began to read from it. As if to hear better, the man once again rose from his desk and walked over to the girl. She laid aside the book, smiled up at the man, and held up her sucker to him. His face came close to hers as he bent over and his tongue snaked out and licked one side of it, while the girl at the same time licked the other side. Finally, their tongues met and they started French kissing.

Christine looked back at the projector and was disappointed to see that it was a large reel of film. She guessed by the amount of film that had run through the projector already that the movie was quite long, and she fidgeted nervously in her chair, wishing for it to be over so that she and John could become better acquainted, and they could do the things that Evelyn and Glenn were doing on the couch.

The older man and the blonde-haired girl in the film began to grope at each other's bodies as they became more and more excited. As the girl stood up, her hand went down between the man's thighs, while he was fondling her large breasts with excitement. The man finally ran his hand up between the girl's creamy white thighs. Obviously pushing his fingers into the curving mound of pussy. After a moment, she wriggled her asscheeks as the man removed her panties from under her skirt. When he got free of her tapering legs, she took the panties and tossed them aside. The man anxiously went back to fondling her pussy while she rubbed his pants with greater urgency. After a moment, she unzipped his pants and the camera once again zoomed into reveal his massive throbbing cock leaping out into the girl's hand. She circled it with her fingers and began a slow, rhythmic stroking, from the base to the pulsing rubbery head. As the camera pulled back, the man's hand could be seen between the girl's legs, his thumb feverishly massaging her clit.

Christine heard heavy breathing from the direction of the couch where Evelyn and Glenn were entangled, and she glanced over to see that they were locked together, and their fondling seemed to parallel the film couple. Christine suspected that they were ignoring the film to concentrate on their own lovemaking, and she wondered how long it would be before they were fucking in earnest. The idea excited her and she wished she could watch them instead of the film. Suddenly, Evelyn and Glenn rose quietly from the couch and went toward a bedroom, leaving Christine and John alone.

The man was taking the remainder of the girl's clothing off, draping it on chairs. She helped him to pull her blouse off, and her twin milky breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. When she was completely naked, they stood there looking at each other lewdly. Then the man took the girl by the hand and led her to the desk. He swept the books from it with an anxious hand and began to disrobe himself. As he did so, the girl licked her lips obscenely and stared at his throbbing cock, her face coming close so as to see better. At last the man was also naked and he lay down on the desktop, motioning the girl toward him His massive cock stood straight up.

With the couple in the film now naked, Christine found the movie a bit more exciting, and she felt a small tingling sensation in the pit of her belly. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by John's voice.

Will you excuse me for a moment?" John asked, standing up from the chair. "If this film is becoming too boring for you, I'll be glad to shut it off when I come back!" He bowed to Christine before turning to walk from the room.

Christine guessed that he was going to the bathroom, and she liked the polite way he had offered to stop the film on his return. She didn't really care if the film kept running or not, but it was getting a lot better than the way it had started out. She was glad to have it to watch while she was left alone in the room. She began to rub her fingers up between her thighs as she directed her attention back to the film.

The teenage blonde girl was bending over the man on the desk and she had her slender fingers around his hard cock, fondling it. Then his hands came up and went around her head, pulling it closer to the thick pulsing organ. Her tongue came out and began to lick the huge member, running wetly over every part of the long, hard penis. It seemed to grow larger as the girl kept on licking it, and her hand was gently massaging the twin sacs containing his cum-filled balls. After a long moment, the girl lowered her mouth over the head of the throbbing penis, taking the whole of the thick, purple head inside her mouth. She was sucking the man's cock furiously, and she shifted her body until the camera's eye caught her hand feverishly rubbing her pussy. The girl's long blonde hair brushed against the man's stomach as her head drove up and down on the thick fleshy penis.

Christine couldn't believe what she was watching. The idea of sucking a man's cock had never occurred to her, and for a moment she wanted to call out to John to stop the film before it became even more depraved. Then she remembered the stranger's tongue wildly sucking at her pussy this morning, and she suspected that the feeling must be the same for a man having his penis sucked by a willing mouth. She could feel the sensations all over again, the warm delicious sensation of his tongue persistently pressing up inside the moist, tight walls of her vagina, sending thrills racing through her body.

With John still gone from the room, she couldn't resist working her long fingers under the narrow strip of white nylon covering her own pussy, and she pressed her middle finger into the soft hair-lined slit in search of her hardened clit. She could feel the moisture forming at the opening of her hot burning vagina, and when the sensation of her contact with her clit bolted like electricity through her body, she wanted more than ever to be fucked like Evelyn was probably doing right now. She began to rub her clit vigorously in time to the girl in the film sucking the man's big cock. Christine could almost taste it in her own mouth and she ran her tongue sensuously across her parted lips.

As if by signal, the girl stopped sucking the man's cock and climbed on the desk with him. She straddled his body, her head once again poised over his throbbing penis, her pussy gaping invitingly near his head. Quickly her head came down and her mouth drew in the man's huge cock and began to suck it. His head came up and his tongue started to lick her exposed pussy. After a few minutes of furious mutual sucking, they untangled their bodies and the girl stretched out on her back with her legs hanging over the side of the desk. The man pulled her legs up and out as he stood in front of her. The girl's cant was completely open to the camera, the moist opening ragged and pink and seeming to pulsate as the man's throbbing cock came near. Then slowly, the man drove his long, hard penis up into the slippery cuntal passage. The camera had zoomed into a close-up position, and every inch of the disappearing cock could be seen as it entered the trembling cunt. It was almost as if the girl was pulling the man's penis inside her, and then at last, his balls smacked hard into the girl's upturned asscheeks. They began rhythmically ducking immediately, and the big cock rode in and out of the tight, vibrating passage with more and more speed.

The film was getting to Christine, but she was reluctant to continue the massaging of her clit for fear that John might walk into the room and see her. Then she decided there was no use fighting her urge, as she was expecting to be fucked by John anyway. Suddenly, nothing else mattered and she jumped out of the chair as if to throw off all of the moral values she was ever taught. She felt sure that John wanted to fuck her, and she decided to be ready for him when he returned. In one simple motion, Christine had her dress off, and she was still watching the couple fuck on the screen as she pulled down the filmy panties that covered her vagina. She was stripped completely naked in just a second. Throwing her dress and panties on the chair, she went to the couch to stretch out while still watching the film.

The wine she had drunk helped her to relax, but her head was still swimming with the excitement of being ready for sex. She lay down on the couch on her side, leaning on one arm, her smooth tapering body stretched magnificently along the length of the couch. In the semi-darkness of the room illuminated only by the film, her dark young pussy felt warm and inviting. Her full white breasts stood out straight and firm, not sagging in the least, even though she was on her side, and the pink nipples were erect and glowing in the dull light. Her dark hair draped sensuously around her neck and shoulders. She looked like a beautiful nude goddess in repose.

The camera began to rapidly cut from one angle to another as the couple became more and more passionate. The man had bent over the girl when she wrapped her legs around his waist, and his teeth dug into the nipples of her full breasts as he pounded her clasping cant with long hard strokes. She was opening and closing her mouth as if moaning or urging the man on, and her head rolled from side to side. The man's long rigid cock worked in and out of the girl's pussy with tremendous force, and the white liquid of her lubricating fluid was clearly visible on the throbbing rod of flesh. It was apparent that they were nearing a climax as the girl arched her hips upward to meet the thrusting cock.

Christine was feeling her nerves tingle with vicarious sensations as she watched the lewd coupling on the screen. She glanced over to the projector and saw that the film was barely halfway through, and she began to wonder what would happen as soon as the couple finished fucking on the desk. All sorts of ideas flashed through her head, and it only served to make her more excited. Then she remembered that John should be coming back from wherever it was that he had gone, and she was just looking up toward the door when he walked into the room, his shirt already half-unbuttoned as though he was expecting to fuck Christine without a fight of any kind.

Christine wondered if John had seen her naked on the couch, and had gotten the idea of coming in with his shirt half-off from that. His entrance into the room gave every indication that she was right in her guess, but she still felt that she should say something to him. It didn't take much effort to muster up the courage to speak, and Christine wanted it to sound right.

"I wondered if you had deserted me," Christine said quietly. For a moment she thought that John hadn't heard her, as he said nothing while he continued pulling off his clothing. Then, when he dropped his pants, Christine could see that his penis was fully erect.

"I want to fuck you. You're very beautiful," John said simply, moving to the couch. He wanted very badly to fuck her, to experience the tightness of her tender young pussy around his aching hard penis, and he wanted to make her beg for his cum. It was a test for her, something he needed to know before carrying out his real plans.

Christine felt her belly jerk from the stimulating effect of John's words. She badly wanted to experience once again the wild desire and pleasure of the morning. As John stood there in front of her, her eyes went automatically to the hard column of flesh that stood out erect from his groin. The moisture in her womb seemed to run freely, wetting her heated cuntal passage for the expected entrance of his fully erect cock.

John sat down on the edge of the couch, and leaned down to kiss Christine fully on the red lips of her soft yielding mouth. When his lips met hers, she opened her mouth to take in his tongue, and she expertly sucked and nipped at it as if it was a delicious morsel fit for the gods. He immediately ran his hand down over her full voluptuous young body, feeling her full breasts, her flat stomach, and finally the soft covering of pubic hair on her vagina. The horny teenager spread her legs out when his hand pushed into her inner thighs, and he couldn't help marveling at how hot this little bitch was. His fingers felt the dampness of her lubricating fluids before actually making contact with her pussy, and her moan into his mouth when he touched her cunt was a positive sign that she was more than ready for good hot fucking. She was a hot little bitch, just as Glenn had said.

Christine wiggled her asscheeks down into the soft cushion of the couch in an attempt to get flat on her back. She wanted to give his probing fingers complete access to her hungry cunt, and her legs were partly restricted by the back of the couch and by his body. She felt his extended middle finger working into the soft folds of her vagina, and she pushed her hips down hard so that his finger would brush against her clit. When the electric contact was made, she felt as if the sensation traveled out to every extremity of her body, teasing her nerves into an excited state of passion, and she jerked her pussy against his extended finger for more.

The hardened nerve end under his finger felt both moist and flexible, and John rolled it back and forth with startling effect. Christine was frantically pulling at his tongue with her warm mouth, and tiny squeals of pleasure came from her throat. Moving his finger faster, John massaged the tender pink flesh of her pussy, working it down between her full lips toward the tight moist opening of her cunt. She was really excited as his finger hovered teasingly at the entrance to her womb, and she broke from the kiss when he finally squired his finger into her liquid, tight passage.

"Mmmmmmmm! Yessssss!" Christine moaned out loud as the long finger pushed into the depths of her cunt. The excited teenager was really ready for him, and she reached with her left hand to take hold of this throbbing penis. Finding the rubbery flesh of the blood-swollen head, she wrapped her hand around it to pump it in time to the screwing finger in her cunt. The foreskin folded back under her tight grip, and she ran her hand down the whole length of the shaft. It was rock-hard and seemed to swell up larger in her hand as she felt the blood swirling through the jerking flesh, and she released it momentarily to cup his cum-filled balls in her hands. The light fuzziness of his pubic hair tickled the inside of her hand, and the twin sacs containing his balls seemed to draw up with excitement. She could feel the pressure inside them, and she gave the sperm-filled sacs a gentle squeeze before returning her hand to the long, hard column. His finger was working in and out of her pussy with greater urgency, and she pumped more vigorously up and down his penis to make him eager to put his cock inside her cunt.

John had to fight his immediate urge to cum as Christine's hand pumped his cock, and he was excited by her manner of manipulating his balls. For a moment he considered making her suck his cock with her warm mouth, closing her lips around his aching shaft until his cum would spurt deep into her throat. But he was determined to fuck her in the pussy first, as that was more important to his objective. Her cunt was warm and tight, the moistening fluid making his finger slip easily in and out of the narrow passage, and he wanted to get up on the couch to look down and see her lust-hungry body beneath him. Without saying a word, he pulled his finger from her wet cunt, and moving so as not to let her hand release his cock, he knelt down on the couch between her widespread legs.

"Oh, God, yes! Please fuck me now, John!" Christine pleaded softly as she wiggled her body to let the young man move up between her outspread thighs. She held onto his cock as he moved, almost as if she was afraid of losing it, and once he was up on the couch, she was free to bring her legs up and back, giving him complete access to her fully exposed vagina.

The dull-colored light reflecting from the film on the screen was all that illuminated Christine's naked young body, but John stared down at her, pleased by her youthfully passionate appearance. She looked like a virgin doll, begging him for sensual pleasure, and it was exactly the appearance he looked for in his films. Her short dark hair was lying across her beautiful face. He could see that her breasts were perfect in form and shape, the tiny pink buds that tipped them standing erect from her excitement, and her waist was narrow and long, the perfect accent to her rounded young hips.

What excited John the most was the soft wisp of pubic hair that covered the smooth folds of her tight, pink pussy, and he could see the drops of moisture oozing between the lips in the dull light. He would have been satisfied to plunge his long cock into her cunt right then and there, but he first wanted to taste the tips of her soft full breasts. Her fingers around his penis were like dancing sensations over the whole column, and he knew that he would have to fuck her soon.

Bending down over her body, John opened his mouth to cover her pink nipple with a moistly heated kiss. Christine moaned as he sucked the nipple inside his mouth, and he nipped at the tingling flesh with his sharp teeth, making her cry out with pleasure. She was trying to raise her hips up to where his cock was hovering between her thighs, but John kept her down so she couldn't quite make it. She was pulling on his hard penis as if it wasn't attached to his body, and her efforts made John all the more excited. He ran his tongue over and around the hardened nipple, feeling the soft texture of her flesh with his tongue until he could stand the wait no longer.

"Please put it in now!" Christine pleaded as she struggled to get her pussy up to his cock. Her belly was like a raging forest fire of passion, and the tension only served to make the flames burn brighter. She had covered his extremely thick nine-inch cock with her fingers until she had a mental picture of its complete shape and texture. As she gripped the main body of the hardened cock, the thick head swelled up to a huge size, and she was imagining how that would feel inside her wet cunt. His sucking and nipping of her nipple was beautiful, but it also prevented her from putting his large penis inside her pussy. It was so near that she thought that she would go crazy if he didn't put it in soon.

Lifting his head from her breast, John looked directly into Christine's eyes for a moment, and he could see the pleading passion in her expression. He straightened up so that he could look down toward her pussy, and then he moved his hips forward, until his cock just barely touched her flesh. Christine took his long cock in both hands, and she excitedly tried to work her body down toward the huge column.

"Put your cock in my cunt... please... fuck me... fuck my cunt... " Christine began babbling almost incoherently as she wriggled her asscheeks toward the head of his penis. She felt she had to excite John with words before he would plunge his cock into her cunt, and her lewd words seemed to suddenly do the trick. John placed his hands under her thighs to push her legs out wider, and then he moved toward her exposed vagina with deliberate care. When she felt the thick swollen cock-head push up into the folds of her pussy, Christine quickly ran it up and down the hair-lined slit to part it for his entrance. Sensations flashed through her body as the throbbing cock brushed over her clit, then made contact with the elastic hole of her cunt.

Although his balls felt like they would burst at any minute, John held back his driving cock just inside the parted lips, and he gleefully watched as Christine tried to screw her body up on his lust-hardened staff. He secretly hoped she was always that hot to be fucked, and he waited to see how far she would go with her efforts. With his hands still on her thighs, he held her down to the couch when she lifted her hips up to his cock, and then, unable to resist her any longer, he let go to drive his cock like a raging pile driver inside her steaming young pussy. The thick head of his penis slipped into the tight opening of her cunt like a rabbit squirming desperately into its hole.

"Oh! God!" Christine still held the throbbing shaft in her hand as the head plowed into the searing confines of her liquid cunt, and she was suspended on each millimeter of the slow entrance. She could feel the thick blood-filled head expanding from the pressure as it parted the slick walls of her passage on its way to the depths of her womb. The nerves lining her vaginal passage transmitted the sensations of the fleshy column to her whirling brain, and she pushed her legs out even wider in humble acceptance. The slow entry was like an eternity of pleasure, and there seemed to be no end to the long plunging column. It was drilling into the depths of her body until she thought it would pierce the base of her jerking belly. After a moment, she released her hold on the blood-swollen flesh, and as if in sudden uncontrolled urgency, the huge shaft plowed all the way into her womb.

"Aaaaaggghhhhhh!" Christine screamed with relief as her hungry cunt was thrillingly filled with the pulsating cock-flesh. She felt the wiry bush of his pubic hair lightly tickling the pink flesh of her pussy, and his cum-laden balls swung heavily against the crevice of her upturned asscheeks. John leaned forward over her passion-wracked body, and she raised her head up to look between them to her cock-filled cunt. She could only see the tangle of their matted pubic hairs, and her womb transmitted the throbbing form of his lust-swollen cock. She had been eagerly ready for the entry of his hardened penis, and there was no pain associated with it all - thanks to her strange encounter earlier in the day.

John felt the pressure in his balls building to a point he couldn't control, so he held his cock inside the young girl's warm vaginal passage, afraid that moving would trigger an explosion of his cum. Her cunt was better than he had imagined, the wet walls rippling over the full length of his sensitive cock like waves of hot water, and she was as tight around him as a well-fitting glove.

When he was again in control of his passion, he flexed the long shaft in the depths of her pussy, and each time he did so, Christine let out a little sigh of pleasure. He continued flexing his cock with more rapid pacing, until finally Christine was squirming with unbridled joy.

"Oh, God! That's so good! Fuck into me hard!" Christine groaned her passion, and she reached up to wrap her arms around John's muscular back. The lust-driven teenager's belly jerked in automatic response to his swelling penis in her womb, and she screwed her hips down into the couch in a desperate attempt to have his cock pumping in and out of her cuntal passage. She wanted to be fucked quickly as her mind and body were hanging on the pinnacle of release, her belly spasms growing stronger with even the slightest movement of his cock.

Pulling his hips back slowly, John withdrew his long cock from the depths of her vagina, feeling the tight walls closing over the sensitive head of her vagina, feeling the tight walls closing over the sensitive head as his penis vacated the passage. He pulled it back until only the tip remained just inside the opening of her cunt, then he lowered his hips again to feel Christine's loins suck him back inside. His cock plunged to her depths, and when he hit bottom, he immediately took up the sawing motion of fucking. Her cunt tightened and loosened alternately as he rhythmically drove his cock in and out of her steaming passage.

All her senses were concentrated at the center of her cunt now, and Christine arched her hips up and down as her seducer's long, hard cock fucked into her. On his down-stroke she threw her legs up and out, feeling his thick rigid staff slide smoothly into the burning depths of her womb. As he hit bottom, his balls would slap noisily against her upturned asscheeks, and when she relaxed the round cheeks they smacked obscenely against her tightly puckered anus. The sensation was tremendous, and when he withdrew his cock, she rode hungrily down the fleshy organ, tightening the muscles in her cuntal passage to feel every part of the throbbing shaft through the sensitive walls of her pussy. The lower ridge of the gland-head seemed to pull all her fluid with it when John stopped at the end of his out-stroke, then swelling as it plunged, his cock rammed back up into her cunt once again. The sensation pounded and echoed through her belly like a repeat of the fucking she had revived on the beach this morning, her breath heavy and gasping as the long cock fucked in and out of her seething vagina.

"Ooooohhhh! Fuccckkkkk! Yesssss!" Christine cried, and she rolled her head from side to side, her short dark hair caught under her head while her brown eyes blinked rapidly in the film's reflected light.

She could see the screen, and at intervals she would notice the couple in the film doing all sorts of things with each other. They were fucking in ways Christine hadn't thought possible, but at the moment her feelings were primarily focused on the sensation giving penis pounding into her own cunt. She had been waiting for this moment all afternoon, and she relished every tiny sensation as his cock hammered into her burning cuntal passage. Looking down over her breasts, Christine could see the long, blood-filled column of flesh pull out the ragged pink flesh of her pussy as it withdrew from the depths of her womb, and then as it drove down again, her vaginal opening would fold back inside until he again withdrew his incredibly thick cock.

John was completely absorbed in fucking the voluptuous Christine, and he saw that she was staring at the coupling of their bodies. He knew he couldn't contain his cum for very long, and he fell down over her body, sinking his teeth in the taut muscles of her neck. He lifted his hips and slammed them down again and again, each long stroke becoming harder than the last, and the pressure in his balls became enormous. She was really a hot bitch, and he knew that his plans for her would not be wasted. He could tell by the way she was relishing his demanding performance. This one is only the beginning, he thought.

Feeling as if she were soaring in the air, Christine ground her asscheeks heavily into the couch beneath her to be sure she was still on it. Her belly jerked as John's pistoning cock worked furiously inside her vagina, and she knew that for the second time today she would be climaxing. She wrapped her long smooth legs around his asscheeks to try to control his driving rhythm, and he practically lifted her off the couch as he pulled his cock back to the edge of her tightly clinging pussy.

On his next forward thrust, Christine tightened the muscles in her thighs to hold him in as deep as she possibly could, and she felt his cock swelling to greater and greater size. She knew that his hot, white cum would soon be shooting way up inside her womb like a volley of rifle fire, and just the thought of the ultimate pleasure it would give her made her cunt contract involuntarily. She felt she would be willing to do anything - anything at all - for pleasure like that again, and she reached down to his asscheeks with her hands to push him hard up inside her widespread cunt.

"Oh, God! Give it to me! Give me your cum! I want your cum now!" Christine screamed, and she bucked up against his lust-enlarged penis like a wild, passionate animal. Her belly seemed to be moving with a swirling motion as his swollen purple cock-head pushed hard against her cervix, and almost as if a button had been pushed, her womb burst with her own cum as a signal to her startling climax. Her head was spinning around in great circles as her cunt contracted tightly around the deep-driving organ, and her whole body flew into the dizzying heights of ecstasy.

"Oooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! I'mmmm cummmmminggg!"

Christine screamed. She slammed her hips up to hold John's swelling cock up tightly in her vagina. Her belly started jerking uncontrollably, and great fiery explosions traveled wildly through her naked body with tremendous flashes of pleasure.

Hearing Christine's words. John felt his balls give way to the agonizing pressure, and a sensation ran down from the thick tip of his cock before the released white cum started its pleasure-giving journey to the head of his penis. The hot, sticky-sweet cum dashed furiously up the length of his excited shaft and burst from the tip like a hot stabbing knife.

"Ooohhhhh," the young man moaned, "I'mmm cccuuummmiiinnnggggg!"

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Christine yelled as she felt the first blast from his deeply-buried penis. It was like the jet of hot male cum that had pierced her lower belly with enjoyment this morning, and she pushed up hard to feel every tiny drop of the hot, spewing cum up in her womb. She could actually feel the sperm traveling up the length of the thick hard cock with the nerve ends of her burning pussy, and it seemed as if her cuntal passage was rippling and shuddering with uncontrollable sensations as the sperm flooded out into her womb with wildly relieving and releasing heat.

Their bodies rolled together on the couch as they soared on their mutual climaxes, John pumping hot sticky loads of cum deep between her desperately flailing legs, while Christine moaned out her pleasure, and their mixed cum spilled out from around the thick base of John's deeply-buried shaft to run down the crevice of Christine's asscheeks onto the material of the couch. She didn't want to let go of John when his cock finally stopped squirting out its hot fluids, and she kept squeezing it with the tight muscular sidewalls of her cunt to milk every last drop from it. Her belly kept jerking for several minutes, and it was only then that she realized that the film had finally run through the projector. The screen was only a bright white square, while the film on the take-up reel flopped loosely as it spun around beating a rhythm that matched their heavy breathing.


Christine was dreaming when the telephone rang. She and John Stone were lying on the beach in her secret cove. His body was above hers, naked and gleaming in the sun. His thick cock seemed to be huge, much larger than she remembered, and it poised obscenely between her white thighs, the large purplish knob just inches away from her moist vaginal lips. Christine was begging him to fuck her, pleading for him to hurry and plunge the pulsing rod into her hungry cunt. Just as she felt the massive organ begin to penetrate her, John's face and body became that of the stranger. He was laughing at her pleas.

The telephone rang again.

While one part of Christine's mind struggled to come awakes another part screamed to let her finish the lewd dream. Her dream images became confused as the male figure above her changed again. This time he became Glenn. Christine suddenly became aware of Evelyn's voice calling her name from somewhere off in the distance. Christine pleaded with Glenn to make her cum quickly before Evelyn found them. His cock was filling her young pussy and she cried out in frustration as the voice of her friend Evelyn became more insistent.

Christine bolted upright as the telephone rang again. Her eyes were wide open and staring, and she heard Evelyn's voice from the other bedroom.

"Christine! Answer the phone, Christine! CHRISTINE!"

She picked up the telephone from the bedside table, confused and uncertain where she was. Glenn and John had driven back to San Diego early this morning, leaving the disappointed girls utterly satiated and bone- weary from their feverish lovemaking. Glenn had promised that they would return this evening, but he failed to explain why they had to leave. Dawn was just breaking as the exhausted girls fell into their beds and went to sleep quickly.

"Hello?" Christine's voice was yawning as she spoke. The electric clock beside the telephone said 4:32p, and the sun streaming in through the window confirmed that it was indeed late afternoon. There was a long silence at the other end of the line.

"Evelyn?"

"No... this is Christine speaking." She didn't recognize the voice. Evelyn had come into the room and was now standing by the bed. She gave Christine a quizzical look, as if to ask who was calling. Christine could only shrug her tired shoulders.

"This is Glenn. Is Evelyn awake yet?"

"Oh! Hi, Glenn. Evelyn's right here," Christine said, and she held out the receiver for her friend.

"Hi, lover! What's up?" Evelyn said into the receiver as she collapsed down next to the still-sleepy Christine. She was completely naked and her free hand immediately went to her pussy, rubbing it gently as she winked at Christine, who smiled knowingly in return.

"Listen, baby! I'm about twenty miles down the road, but I wanted to find out if John has arrived there yet. Has he?" Glenn's voice sounded tired and anxious, and the question puzzled Evelyn.

"I don't understand!" Evelyn said, "aren't you two driving back together?"

"No. John wanted to have his own car there so he drove alone. He's up to something and I wanted to make sure he didn't get there before I had a chance to warn you!"

"Up to what?" Evelyn asked impatiently. She wanted to get back to her own bed and wait for Glenn there. Her busy hand had begun to concentrate on her clit and she could feel a warm glow spreading through her lower body. She hoped that Glenn would not be too tired to help her quench the rising passion.

"Look - I'll tell you when I get there! Just make sure you stay awake until then! Okay?" Glenn sounded irritated, and it was apparent that his patience was wearing thin. "Oh! Make sure Christine is awake until then, too. She'll want to hear this!"

Glenn hung up before Evelyn could respond. She lay there for a moment with the dead phone in her hand before replacing it on the table. She was surprised by Glenn's brusque attitude, but she didn't say anything to Christine until she had cleared her head. "What time is it anyway?" she asked.

"A quarter to five. What did Glenn want?" Christine asked.

"Hell, I don't know what he wanted. It's too damned early to listen to someone babbling on the telephone. He said something about John Stone being up to something. What did you do to John Stone, anyway?" Evelyn had gotten under the covers with Christine and she pressed her naked warm body against her friend. They often slept together when they stayed at Evelyn's house, and Christine liked the feel of Evelyn's flesh against her own.

"You know what I did to him! Or to be more precise, what he did to me!" Christine laughed. Her loins were still tingling from the dream-fuck she had been about to receive when the telephone interrupted her sleep. "Didn't Glenn say anymore than that? And why aren't they coming back together?"

"I don't know anymore about it than I've already told you! He said that John was up to something and that he wanted to warn us. He's going to be here in a few minutes and he wants us both to stay awake!" Evelyn was beginning to worry a little, but she laughed to avoid alarming her friend. "Who knows? Maybe he just can't wait to get some more of my beautiful body!" Evelyn continued, as her hands reached out and began to tickle the naked flesh of Christine.

"Stop that!" Christine pleaded, giggling as she fought to escape Evelyn's fingers.

Evelyn suddenly jumped from the bed and ran toward her own bedroom. "Let's get dressed and get something to eat before the boys show up. If Glenn is as horny as I am, I may not get another chance to eat all day.

Christine watched her friend's naked back disappear through the doorway. She was becoming a little concerned about Glenn's mysterious words too. Her thoughts returned to the previous evening and the second time that she had been soundly fucked. She had really enjoyed her coupling with John, and she had nothing but pleasant memories of all that had happened. She hoped that he had enjoyed it as much as she had. She was looking forward trying out some of the things she had seen on the film, and she didn't want anything to happen to spoil that.

Evelyn came back into Christine's bedroom fully dressed before Christine had time to slip into her own brief shorts and halter. The blonde girl was carrying a tray with two glasses of orange juice and several pieces of toast. Christine could see that Evelyn was also worried about the telephone call. The two girls ate quickly, neither willing to speak of Glenn's warning.

"Christ, I hope he gets here soon!" Evelyn said finally, her patience about exhausted. "How long does it take to drive twenty miles?"

"Why don't we go outside and wait for him?" Christine replied.

They were just going toward the front door when they heard the sound of Glenn's car coming up the forest drive. They almost tripped over one another in their rush to get to the door, and their scrambling only made them look ridiculous to Glenn when they finally opened it.

"What's going on?" Glenn said, stepping into the house.

"You tell us!" Evelyn said, as soon as she was able to catch her breath. Christine stood behind her, staring at Glenn.

"I'm not sure, but we better sit down to discuss it," Glenn answered, and his nervous composure made the two girls all the more curious . Somehow, Glenn's arrival was reassuring, and they calmly walked over to the large couch and sat down before pressing him further.

"Okay, so tell us what this is all about!" Evelyn said when they were all comfortably settled. She and Christine were sitting on the couch together facing Glenn, who had plopped down in an overstuffed chair.

"I'm only guessing, mind you, but I think John took pictures of our escapades last night," Glenn announced to the astonished girls. The serious look on his face made Christine burst out laughing as though appreciating a good joke. "I'm serious, damnit!" Glenn said harshly.

"How do you know?" Evelyn asked, sensing his real concern. Christine had stopped laughing and was watching Glenn.

"On the drive back to San Diego this morning he did everything but admit it. And he said that he had to go home to pick up some film and lighting equipment. He wouldn't tell me anything more than that except that he promised to tell me - and you two, all about it when he got back this afternoon," Glenn replied, his worried expression softening as if the burden of passing on bad news had been lifted from him. "I've heard some weird stories about John from other kids at school, but he always seemed straight with me. I just don't know what to think."

Christine looked at Glenn and thought that he was being a little melodramatic. It was just too mysterious and menacing to be real. After all, she had spent the better part of the night with John Stone. He just didn't seem to be such an ominous figure as Glenn was making out. It must be some sort of practical joke.

"I think you're putting us on, Glenn." Evelyn looked directly into Glenn's eyes as she spoke, but his only expression was one of anger.

"You can think whatever you want, Evelyn, but I don't think you'd want nude photographs of yourself passed around anymore than I would! And are you forgetting what we were doing last night?" Glenn's voice was tense as he spoke.

"But how could he have taken any pictures of that?" Evelyn asked seriously, unable to forget just how wild and abandoned their fucking had been last night. She turned to face Christine. "You were with John all night! Did he take any pictures?"

Christine tried to remember every detail of last evening. The only time she and John had not been together had been when he had slipped out of the room while she was watching the film. He had been gone a long time!

"I wasn't with him all the time," Christine announced sheepishly. Evelyn and Glenn immediately started throwing questions at her, and she was so confused that she could not understand any of them. "Just after you two went into the bedroom, John left the room, too. But I don't see how he could have taken any pictures of you. I mean, did you leave the lights on, or something?"

"No!" Evelyn said quickly, and then she caught herself, as if trying to hide a secret of some kind. "I mean there wasn't enough light for a picture. Anyway, we would have seen him."

" Infra-red flash!" Glenn announced suddenly, and he slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "He could have taken pictures without any of us knowing it by using infra-red film and a flash. He's always boasting what sophisticated equipment he's got!"

Evelyn looked nervously at Christine and Glenn, and the full impact of Glenn's statement hit her. "God, Glenn, you've got to stop him somehow. My father would kill me for sure if he found out about it!"

"Take it easy, Evelyn!" Christine pleaded, her own mind racing with the thought of what her parents would do if they even suspected that she was involved in anything like this. "We've all got to calm down and try to figure out what to do."

"Right. There's no point in getting hysterical over nothing. At least we don't know yet what John plans to do with the pictures... if he even really took any. I can't be sure he was telling me the truth. He may have just been joking!" Glenn's voice was reassuring and suddenly more calm than it had been. It put Evelyn and Christine a little more at ease.

"Look, maybe he did get some pictures of you two in the sack, and some of me lying naked on the couch. That doesn't mean he's going to show them to anyone." Christine didn't believe her statement anymore than Evelyn or Glenn did, but it reassured her somehow. She knew that Glenn was probably right. She remembered thinking last night that John had been watching her on the couch before he came back into the room, unbuttoning his shirt. Still, his motives might be harmless enough.

"All I know is that I don't want anyone to have pictures of Glenn and me in the sack!" Evelyn said heatedly, but a little unconvincingly. "At least I don't want my parents to see them," she added, and she giggled as if realizing what her statement meant. "Heck, it might be kind of groovy to have some pictures of us together," she laughed, and glanced in Glenn's direction.

"If that's as far as it goes, fine! I just wish I knew what he really wants with them," Glenn said. He searched his memory trying to recall some of the stories he had heard around the campus about John. Vaguely he recalled something about a hushed-up scandal involving John and a local teenager, but for the life of him he couldn't remember any of the details.

Christine suddenly jumped and ran to the window.

"I think I hear a car coming," she said, "maybe it's John now!"

Glenn and Evelyn joined her at the window and they watched John drive up in an old sports car. He waved to them casually as he got out.

"Listen, you two stay in here while I go out and find out what the hell this is all about!" Glenn ordered, his voice calm and self-assured now. "I'll get this thing settled!" he added as he went out the door.

Christine and Evelyn watched as Glenn joined John Stone by the side of the car. They were soon engaged in animated conversation that the two girls were unable to hear.

"Jesus Christ, what a way to start a vacation," Evelyn said wearily. "I think I'll have a glass of wine to settle my nerves. Care to join me?" she said to Christine as she went to the bar and poured two full glasses of wine.

"Hell, yes! Why not?" Christine replied, joining Evelyn at the bar and gulping down the wine. It warmed her whole body as it went down, and she almost gagged. Evelyn sipped hers more slowly, but was soon pouring out more for each of them.

"You know, John really threw it to me last night," Christine announced suddenly, and she felt light-headed as she watched Evelyn's face for a reaction. She was still a little worried about the possibility of John having pictures of her in the nude, but she couldn't help the desire that was building up in her loins.

"I gathered as much from the way you've been defending him," Evelyn responded. The two full glasses of wine were beginning to affect her speech. She was slurring her words slightly as she spoke, and her head was full of images of how Christine and John must have been fucking together. "You made it on the couch, huh?"

"Yeah! And he wasn't taking any pictures then... I'll guarantee you that!" Christine said simply. She was thinking about the possibility of the pictures again, and she was sure that John didn't intend anything sinister. "You two must have had a good time yourself, last night!"

"I wanted to get under the sheets, but Glenn was in such a hurry he fucked me right on top of the bed. John must have really gotten some good shots of us!" Evelyn sounded almost proud in her statement, as though she wouldn't really mind having pictures of the two of them fucking.

"If he's as good at taking photographs as he is at fucking, I'm sure they'll be good!" Christine laughed. She wanted to get laid again, and the wine was making her feel like going out to John and pulling him into the lodge. She hoped that Glenn could get everything resolved quickly and that they could resume where they left off this morning.

"I still can't help wondering why he would want those pictures! I mean, why should he take them unless he wants something out of it?" Evelyn said, pouring another glass of wine.

"Maybe he wants to fuck you, too!" Christine replied, laughing at the expression that suddenly crossed her friend's face.

"If what you say is true, that wouldn't be so bad. Christ, my pussy is getting wet just thinking about getting laid!" Evelyn said, gulping down her drink and sprawling on the soft couch.

Christine followed her friend's example and drank another glass of wine. Her mind was confused and clear at the same time. Anything would have been all right with her at that moment, and she was getting anxious for the boys to come in so that they could join in the drinking. She held up her glass. "Cheers! To a set of good pictures!" she toasted .

"I'll go along with that!" Evelyn responded, beginning to laugh at her friend's wit. Both of them were still laughing as the front door opened and Glenn and John walked in, their arms loaded with more cases.

"Hi, girls!" John said, smiling as he dropped the cases on an armchair. Glenn set his down on the floor alongside the chair and watched John go back out the front door.

"Not more movies," Evelyn groaned. Glenn walked to the bar and poured out drinks for John and himself before answering her.

"Everything is okay. John will explain it to you when he gets the rest of the equipment," he said, sitting down on the couch next to Evelyn.

Christine was giggling when John came back into the lodge with the remainder of his equipment. "Come on, one of you two... tell us what's going on?" she said.

"I'll explain it all as soon as I can sit down," John replied, out of breath. He sat on the couch next to Glenn and Evelyn and he took the glass Evelyn offered, drinking it down in one long pull. "Jesus, you make a strong drink!"

"We're dying of curiosity, John. What about those pictures you took? Or did you take any pictures?" Evelyn demanded.

"I have them right here!" he said smiling, and he pulled a brown envelope out of his jacket pocket. He handed the envelope to Evelyn, and Christine jumped up and sat on the arm of the couch to see. Evelyn pulled a stack of black-and-white photographs out of the envelope, and she was immediately shocked by their pure clarity. On top of the stack was a picture of Christine lying naked, full length, on the couch just as she had suspected, only the lips of her mouth looked white, and Christine noticed that fact right away.

"Hey, how come I look so funny?" she questioned, and she took the photograph out of Evelyn's hand and thrust it at John. He didn't take it from her, surprised that she didn't get angry immediately upon seeing it.

"It looks like hell!" Christine said. She watched the fascinated Evelyn thumbing through the stack of prints. The top ones all seemed to be of Christine. She could see that in some of them she had her hand clasped tightly to her pussy. Suddenly, Evelyn came to a photograph of her and Glenn. It had been snapped at just the right moment. Glenn was leaning over her, his erect cock pointed straight down at her hair-lined widespread pussy, and she had a look of excited passion on her face.

"You bastard! What a sneaky thing to do!" Evelyn said, but her eyes were glued to a close examination of the picture. The pictures got even better as Evelyn continued to examine them, and they showed her and Glenn in the process of fucking in many different positions.

"Did you walk into the room with them?" Christine asked incredulously. She was astonished by these photographs, and just looking at them made her excited.

"I had to. They were so busy they didn't even notice me!" John replied cockily, and he laughed rather sadistically at his own statement. He got up and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink.

"God! If my mother... or my father... ever saw these, they'd lock me up in a convent!" Evelyn said, and her face was turning red with embarrassment and anger. Yet, at the same time, Evelyn thought it was a good joke on her and Glenn.

"Don't get angry, honey! John wouldn't let anyone see them... would you, John?" Christine said, the idea of what the pictures meant finally sinking into her brain. She knew what would happen if her parents ever saw them! They would kill her!

"Of course not!" John said from the bar, but his voice was not too convincing. "Oh, I have a reason for taking the pictures, all right, but it's not what you think it is!"

"So what the hell is it?" Evelyn asked, still a little angry and embarrassed.

"Call it a screen test, or at least that's part of the reason!" John said casually, and he sat down taking a sip from his drink at the same time.

"What do you mean screen test?" Christine asked, a frightening idea already forming in her mind. She remembered that John was a film student or something, and she wondered if he really meant what his statement implied.

"Well, I want to make a film with all three of you in the parts, and I was afraid that you wouldn't do it without being reassured that you're all photogenic. The pictures prove that you all look good in the nude!" John was acting like everything he wanted was already settled, and as far as he was concerned, it was only the first rehearsal for his production.

"You're crazy!" Evelyn said, waving some of the photographs over at him. She still didn't understand what John was driving at, as she was far more interested in the pictures of herself than what John was a film student or something, and she wondered if he really meant what his statement implied.

"Well, I want to make a film with all three of you in the parts, and I was afraid that you wouldn't do it without being reassured that you're all photogenic. The pictures prove that you all look good in the nude!" John was acting like everything he wanted was already settled, and as far as he was concerned, it was only the first rehearsal for his production.

Christine understood immediately, and she couldn't contain her anger. "You mean you want us to play parts in a dirty movie. That's what the equipment is for, right?" She tried to keep her voice calm, but the unexpected shock of what John was saying, on top of the wine she had drunk, made her almost hysterical. She was suddenly very afraid of the smiling John.

"Now, wait a minute, Christine!" John pleaded. "I've already admitted that I had an ulterior motive in taking the pictures... but it isn't what you seem to think! I've been working on a film for the New York Film Festival all year, and there's a dream sequence in the film that calls for some uninhibited sex. But the film isn't dirty or pornographic in any way! And, I really think I can take the ten-thousand dollar first prize with my film." John was lying smoothly, and he was proud of the way that the expression on the faces of Evelyn and Christine had changed from anger to uncertainty as he talked. "Look, I'd be happy to tell you all about my movie if you'd like!"

"I think you'd better!" Christine said. She only half-believed John, but she kept her voice on an even level.

"A character in my film has a dream, and I want to film this dream using the three of you in the parts. I use special lenses that make the picture blurry, your faces won't even be recognizable. Believe me, these technical things are hard to explain, but I can tell you the film has to do with the psychology of sex. It's about the secret fears and wishes of a young girl. I've already made most of the film in San Diego. The dream sequence is all that's left," John lied. He was making up the whole thing as he went along, off the top of his head, but his voice was assured and convincing. He looked at Christine and judging by her expression he knew that he had to go on.

Christine wanted to believe John's story, but she was still concerned about the possibility of him lying. At first, the idea of being in a pornographic movie appalled her. But this was somehow different, if John was telling the truth. If their faces were not clear in the film, then it would present no real danger to them. And, the idea of strangers watching her cavorting naked on the screen lent a good deal of excitement to John's request. Christine knew that she had to keep her head about this business. She waited for John to go on.

"The dream sequence will really be the most artistic in the whole film. It will keep changing colors, go to negative instead of positive, all kinds of very special effects to show the girl is having a special dream. How about it? Will you do it for me, Christine?" John was smiling broadly, his eyes slightly moist to convince them that he was sincere - even though he wasn't.

"You mean you want me to be the star of your movie?" Christine asked incredulously. She was almost sober now, the effects of John's startling proposal overcoming the wine she'd drunk. Despite her misgivings, she was flattered that he wanted her in the movie. And if she would really be anonymous, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. After all, they were all friends. She looked at Glenn and Evelyn to see their reaction. Glenn's face was impassive, and Evelyn was once again staring at the pictures of herself being fucked. Her pink tongue was lightly licking her lips and her eyes were boring into the prints, as if to memorize every lewd detail.

John knew it was time for his final argument. "Look!" he said, pulling another envelope from his pocket. "These are the negatives of the pictures I took last night." He got up quickly and went to the fireplace, hoping that no one would ask to see the negatives. "I'm going to burn them," he went on, hurriedly lighting a match and touching it to one corner of the negatives, and they watched them go up in acrid smoke. He turned around to face the three of them, the picture of sincerity. "Now do you believe me?"

"What do you think, Evelyn?" Christine asked, preferring to put the onus on her friend. She had been impressed with John's performance just now, the idea of them being bogus negatives never occurring to her. There was almost no question in her mind that it would be tremendously exciting to be in the movie, but she insisted that the decision be unanimous.

"It's okay with me, if Glenn agrees!" Evelyn said, giggling a little with lewd anticipation and mild drunkenness. She turned around to face Glenn. "Do you think it's all right, honey?"

Glenn was in a real quandary. He knew that John's story was a lie, that he intended to use the film for other than legitimate purposes. But he also needed the money John had promised him for helping to convince Christine and Evelyn to appear in the movie. For a few moments he was almost tempted to expose John and throw him out of the lodge. But then, he suddenly decided to go along with the scheme. John had also promised that Glenn would have an opportunity to fuck the lovely young Christine while the movie was being made, something that he felt was probably impossible under any other circumstances.

"I think it's okay," Glenn heard himself saying. "What the hell, it might be fun!"

"I vote to go ahead," Evelyn said. She was really feeling the effects of the wine, and she didn't really care about anything now but being fucked good and hard. She was having a difficult time putting her thoughts together, her pussy was burning so fiercely with anticipation.

John was on his feet, as if the argument were over and the decision already made. "Great, kids! I really appreciate this. To show you just how much I appreciate it, I'm going to split any prize money with you three! How's that?"

"What do you want us to do?" Christine shrugged, and she felt herself yearning to get on with it. To hell with it, she thought to herself, I'm going to get fucked soon and that's the important thing. She could already feel the warmth spreading through her hungry loins.

"I'm going to use this room for a studio. Everything is perfect just as it is." John was moving about the room like a master director, shifting a piece of furniture here, moving a lamp there, until he was satisfied with his arrangements. "Glenn, give me a hand with this equipment, will you? You girls have another drink of wine and take it easy until we get everything ready!"

Christine and Evelyn sipped another glass of wine and watched the two men set up the equipment. They were both impressed by the fancy array of gadgets John assembled from the cases of equipment he had brought up. Christine found herself wanting to believe John's story about the film. At the very least, she was excited by the idea of being fucked silly or whatever in front of a camera. It was like having her talents recorded for posterity, even though she wasn't quite sure what those talents might be.

By the time that John and Glenn had everything set up to their satisfaction, the girls were anxious to get on with the filming. When John went outside to get one last piece of equipment, Glenn poured himself a drink and sat down with the girls.

"There's still time to change your minds about this," he said quietly. "Are you sure you want to go through with it?"

"Not a chance, lover!" Evelyn giggled and reached over to fondle Glenn's cock through his pants. She was really anticipating making the movie, and it was all she could do to keep herself from fucking Glenn before the film even got started.

Glenn could feel his cock beginning to respond to Evelyn's hand. He had never fucked anyone in front of someone else... except last night, of course, and that was without his knowing it. At first he worried about being able to get an erection with people watching, but his throbbing cock told him that he would have no trouble. He hoped that he could fuck Christine first. He wanted to feel her little pussy tightening around his feverish cock while he pumped into her. Evelyn was a great lay, all right, but it never hurt to try something new and different once in awhile. He had suggested to John that one sequence could be of the two girls alternately sucking his cock, but John had only promised to think about it.

The self-styled film maker came back into the room with a light meter and told them that he was ready to begin. He insisted that they all come to the center of the room for directions. "Okay. Christine, you will be the dream image of the girl... you're what the girl thinks of as herself. The first part of this sequence, this dream, the girl is seeing herself on the outside of a relationship. She sees her imagined lover with another girl, and she symbolically fights for him without success. Evelyn will represent the mysterious girl that is waiting to have Glenn. She wins him without a fight. The only struggle is within the dreaming girl herself. Do you understand?" John looked directly at Christine, his mouth wide and smiling.

"You mean I watch while Evelyn gets fucked!" Christine said bluntly. The additional wine had given her courage, and she was disappointed that she was to be left out of the sex.

"Well, not exactly. I'll tell you what to do as we go along!" John replied, and it was apparent he wasn't the least disturbed by her bluntness. He went around switching on small lighting units he had set up, and one area of the room was suddenly bathed in cold, white light. Evelyn was thoroughly enjoying the whole idea and she was half-undressed before John got around to calling for it. "If you all strip, I'll give you your positions," the curly brown-haired film maker stated simply, and in spite of the newness of group sex for all of them, the whole atmosphere seemed to dampen any embarrassment they might have otherwise felt.

"Let's get fucking!" Evelyn said, and as she was the first one with her clothes off, John positioned her on the fur-skin rug in front of the fireplace. He had her kneel down on all fours with her rounded young asscheeks up in the air, ready to receive her boyfriend's cock doggy-style. John told her not to move, but only to watch Glenn and Christine by turning her head to the side.

Her heart pounding madly, the dark-haired teenager stripped off her clothes too, and seeing Evelyn naked on the rug made her even more excited. When she walked over to her friend, John had already positioned himself behind the camera, and the lights were so bright that Christine could barely see the camera and found it easy to ignore it. It was like another world, a goldfish bowl. All she could see was the rug, Glenn and Evelyn, and the bright lights. The room beyond the lights didn't exist anymore. It was nothing more than a ring of blackness that wasn't in the least important.

What was important was the big eleven-inch cock jutting out from the bush of pubic hair at Glenn's loins. Glenn was not just huge, his penis was gigantic! She didn't even hear John's directions when she went to Glenn and slowly took his cock in her small cool hand. She could see in Glenn's eyes the excitement that her naked body brought to him, and when her fingers wrapped around his cock, it seemed to spring to life as if a magic button had been pressed.

In her half-drunken state, Christine thought it was the biggest penis that she had ever seen, and she fondled it lovingly. It was so thick, her thumb and forefinger couldn't meet halfway around the shaft when she formed into an "O" shape around the pulsing organ. Squeezing it tightly, Christine pulled the long foreskin back as she ran her fingers down the length of it, and the rubbery flesh of the swollen purple head seemed to grow even larger. She wanted to have it inside her cunt, not watching it fuck into Evelyn. Pumping her hand rhythmically along the thick cock, the aroused teenage girl dropped her other hand down to the triangle of her own pubic hair, and she seductively ran her middle finger between the hair-lined slit of her pink pussy. She wanted to make Glenn excited for her body, and she slowly writhed her hips as she played her finger over her lust-hardened clit.

The sound of the whirring camera was not disturbing anyone in the room, and John decided to keep his mouth shut for fear of disrupting the scene going on before him. It was working out much better than he expected, and he pressed his eye to the viewfinder of the camera to watch carefully as he zoomed in to a closeup of Christine's face. He was sure that the three people whom he was filming were going to provide him with the best fuck film he had ever made so far, and he wanted the action to be as natural as possible. Tilting the camera down for a closeup of Christine's body, he grinned to himself as he realized that she was far better looking than any other girl in pornographic films he had ever seen. He stopped the tilt when he saw Christine's finger working hard over the tiny hardened tip of her clit, and he zoomed back to include her hand on Glenn's penis in the shot. Christine was moving her sexy young body like a nymphet in heat, and Glenn's penis was jerking hard from her delicate touch. It was perfect and John continued filming as he quickly calculated other possible activities for the three people to perform together.

Her clit was throbbing with prurient sensations from her massaging finger, and Christine stared down at the gigantically erect cock in her other hand. Glenn was tall and muscular, his dark hair a nice accent to his smooth, tanned body, but Christine was mostly impressed with his cock. Hanging below the dark bush of his pubic hair was the sperm-heavy sac holding his balls, and as she worked her fingers over the long, pulsingly hard column, the balls looked as though they would burst from the sheer pressure of his cum. She could just imagine them swinging like a twin pendulum to slam into her anus as the thick shaft drove hard into her pussy, and she squeezed her fingers around the cock, wishing feverishly that he could get to really fuck her like he had never done it to any girl before.

The effects of the numerous drinks Evelyn had consumed were causing her to forget what she was waiting for, and she just stayed kneeling down, her head resting between her arms. She knew that she was going to be fucked by Glenn, and she felt as though she would have to wait until he was ready to do it. The warmth of the lights all around made her naked asscheeks seem more than just uncovered. Her excited anticipation was causing the moisture to form in the folds of her vagina and the heat around her body only whetted her lust. She was going to be fucked and she was willing to wait... but not for long.

"Fuck me good, later, Glenn," Christine whispered, her lips close to his ear. She didn't want Evelyn to overhear what she was saying, but she wanted that burgeoning cock deep up inside of her. The twenty-year-old youth turned to look directly at her, and his warm, brown eyes made her heart pound even more from the obvious lust in their depths. She could see that he wanted to put his throbbing cock in her liquid pussy, but then he turned his head toward Evelyn.

Glenn was thinking of the money that John had promised him for his help, and in spite of his desire for Christine, he was going to follow his instructions to the letter. Placing his hands on Christine's firm round breasts, he moved his mouth closer to her ears. "Later," he said, and as if in emphasis to his simple statement, he gave her nerve-tingling breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Now! Please now!" Christine pleaded, and she sat down on the mattress, throwing her legs out wide so Glenn could get a clear view of her moistly pink pussy.

The young man looked down at her sensuous body for a moment, almost overwhelmed with his lust for her, but then he moved toward the bent-over Evelyn. His cock was standing out straight from his belly, the purple head looking like a thick, blunt cudgel on the end of a long stick. Without hesitating another moment, he knelt down on the mattress between the spread, creamy thighs Evelyn held up to him, and as if on cue, Evelyn reached her hand back between her legs to take the now rock-hard penis in her hand.

Christine recognized that the situation was hopeless for her, at least for the moment, and she moved closer to Evelyn to get a good look while she continued to tease her own soft tingling pussy with her hand. She lay flat on the rug, her face next to Evelyn's so she could see up between Evelyn's legs, and then she spread her legs out wide so that Glenn could see her fingering and playing with her own moistly heated cunt.

John was just about to interrupt and tell Christine to move and stop blocking the camera's view of Evelyn and Glenn, but when Christine lay back on the rug, he was pleased with her subsequent position, and he kept his mouth shut. He was able to get Christine's self-fingering on film at the same time he was filming Glenn fucking Evelyn. It was the ideal shot, and he panned the camera from a closeup of Christine's wet cunt to the spread cheeks of Evelyn's asscheeks, just as Glenn was moving his cock toward her tight young pussy.

Wide-eyed with building lust, Christine watched as the blonde girl took the large fleshy staff in her fingers and began to work the rubbery tip along the hair-lined slit of her steaming vagina. She used the penis to part the lips of her pussy, pausing to groan when the mushroom-shaped tip brushed over her clit then wiggling her trembling asscheeks back until the huge pulsating instrument was poised over the tight opening of her inner depths. The angle she was watching from allowed Christine to see just exactly what Evelyn was looking at, and it seemed as if there was only the lower half of a man kneeling down between her legs. The long cock was pushing against the restricting mouth of her cuntal passage, and the cum- heavy balls hung freely between his dark thighs. Unconsciously, Christine used her finger to follow the progress of Glenn's fucking cock entering Evelyn, her own extended finger fucking into her own burning vagina at the same time.

The ragged pink flesh suddenly folded inward, and Christine stared as the thick head disappeared inside the tight opening of Evelyn's hot little cunt. Following suit, she pushed her finger inside her own boiling cunt, and in spite of her disappointment that it was only her own finger, she felt a lewdly exciting sensation flash through her body.

"OOoouuuhh!" Evelyn squealed, and she lurched forward slightly to keep Glenn from driving his lust-engorged penis all the way inside. She wanted to wait until her pussy stretched to accommodate the massive organ, and Glenn obligingly held back from shoving his cock all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. The tightness of her moistly heated pussy around the head of his throbbing penis made the youth's balls draw up with excited pressure. He had to fight to keep his cum from squirting out right then and there and being able to clearly see Christine's finger plunging in and out of her gaping vagina didn't help his control in the least.

The sight of Christine's naked body sensuously lying there next to Evelyn made his mind whirl lewdly with excited lust. He had never been in a group sex situation before, and he found the whole experience highly pleasurable. He wanted to fuck both of the passionately responding girls at the same time, but he stuck to doing as John had asked. His eyes were glued to the soft pubic hair-covered mound nestled between Christine's widespread thighs, even as he slowly fucked into the steaming pussy of the kneeling girl in front of him. Suddenly Evelyn's warm fingers reached back and made contact with his balls, and the tantalizing caress caused him to shove forward hard, pushing his thick cock in an even-paced thrust down her warm cuntal passage until his pelvis smacked hard against her widespread ass-cheeks.

"Uuuuuggghhh!" Evelyn groaned as the thick cock slid into the depths of her womb. She could feel the huge spongy tip stretching the walls of her cunt as it plunged into her, and every nerve of her passion-drenched passage was transmitting the sensation to her brain. It felt hot and it felt good.

Christine was amazed to see the long fleshy cock disappear so smoothly and easily completely up into her friend's tight little belly, and she leaned closer to watch the dog-style coupling. When Glenn's pubic bush smacked into Evelyn's asscheeks, his balls swung forward between her spread thighs, and they set off a ripple that ran all the way through Evelyn's body up to her breasts. The watching girl could see the large breasts swing forward from the impact, and their nipples brushed across the soft fur of the rug. Christine shoved her finger further into her own pussy until the palm of her hand was pressing firmly and flatly against her wide-open cuntal area. Her womb was burning with desire, and the sight of Glenn's cock fucking into the pussy of her best friend just inches away from her lustful gaze was the most exciting thing she had ever witnessed in her life. She thrust two more of her fingers into her hotly clasping vagina without being aware of what she was doing.

Reaching her hand back between her thighs again to touch Glenn's balls, Evelyn felt the throbbing head of his penis jerking against her cervix. He was completely filling her vagina with his huge member, and she could tell that he was already near the point of shooting his hot stored-up cum deep into her belly. The wine she had drunk was still making her head fuzzy, but at the same time, it seemed to heighten the sensations in her cunt. Touching the twin sacs of the youth's balls with the tips of her gentle fingers, she could feel the pressure swirling inside, his sperm anxious for release. Then, slowly, Glenn began to withdraw his cock from her depths, and Evelyn raised her asscheeks to feel the full sensation of its movement within her. When only the blood- swollen cock-head remained inside her, she arched her hips back to give him complete access to her hungry, wide-stretched pussy. His throbbing cock plowed back into her fiercely like a steam locomotive.

"Yessss! Fuck me like that, baby!" Evelyn screamed as Glenn's cock filled her cunt with his rapid thrusts. The bulb-shaped tip pushed into the lower wall of her belly, and the slithering sensation of the long plunge raced through her with such force he nearly lifted her knees clear of the rug; then he instantly started to rhythmically pound his long, rampant member in and out of her burning cuntal passage.

Christine couldn't take her eyes from the lewdly pounding couple next to her, and as Glenn's cock withdrew from Evelyn's tight cunt, she could see the white lubricating fluid clinging stickily to the long shaft. At that moment, the teenage brunette felt jealous, and she was angry that he wasn't fucking savagely into her instead of Evelyn. It didn't matter to her that Glenn was Evelyn's boyfriend. What did count was that there was a big erect cock so close, but it wasn't fucking into her cunt. She had to be satisfied with her fingers, and they were proving to be inadequate in comparison.

As Glenn drove his cock forward into Evelyn's wet, frantically clasping pussy, Christine could see the pink flesh fold inward, then it would roll out with his cock's withdrawal from her. It looked as if Evelyn's cunt was sucking, mouth-like at the hard cock, trying frantically to keep the thick penis from leaving her cunt. Each time Glenn pushed into her pussy again, Evelyn spread her legs out a little bit wider, making it easier for him to probe even deeper up into her belly.

Christine turned her gaze to Glenn's face, and she was surprised to find out that he was not looking down at Evelyn's asscheeks but instead was watching her own frantic fingers flying in and out of her excited pussy. The fingers seemed to be keeping time with his strokes, and for a moment, Christine wondered if she was following his rhythm or whether it was the other way around. His look excited Christine, and she arched her hips forward and up to give him a clear view of her hungry vagina. She wiggled her asscheeks sensuously, hoping that her movement would turn him on to the idea of fucking her too.

Seeing Christine playing with her own tight little cunt was really exciting, and Glenn wanted desperately to shove his finger into her cunt, too. Maybe it was possible he thought as he ran his hands over Evelyn's writhing asscheeks, groping at her soft flesh, and he imagined just how it would be to have his finger ramming up into Christine's liquid passage at the same time that he was fucking Evelyn. Then he looked at Evelyn's widespread asscheeks, and he ran his hands down over the firm cheeks until his fingers reached down and pulled the crevice apart.

Pushing his hips forward again, he drove his cock deep up into her cunt until his pubic hair was smashing into the hot crevice of her asscheeks. As he pulled back, he could clearly see the tiny puckered anus nestled warmly between the melon-shaped cheeks, and he used the middle finger of his right hand to probe at the rubbery ring of tight flesh. Evelyn instantly responded to his touch by wiggling her asscheeks obscenely, and he teased his finger around the soft puckered anal mouth to loosen the tight flesh, then suddenly shoved his extended middle finger hard up inside her writhing rectum.

"OOOOOHH!" Evelyn whimpered from the sudden unnatural entry into her anus, but then she pushed back against Glenn's long finger. He was amazed at how very excited Evelyn had become and wanted to test her further. He shoved his rigid finger further up into her hotly responding rectum until it was in past the second knuckle.

"OOOOuuu! Goodddd! Fucckk... that's gooooddd!" Evelyn moaned, and she fucked back against the twin objects working frantically in her loins. In spite of the slight momentary pain, Evelyn felt more excited by the finger being there in her rectum, and her belly started to jerk with tremendous spasms of joy. With his obscenely probing finger, Glenn could feel his penis fucking in and out of Evelyn's cunt through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, and he matched the rhythm of his cock with his extended middle finger driving back and forth inside her hot rectum. He stared at the tight ring of her anus stretched out around his finger, and he watched the elastic-like flesh roll in with the finger and out again as his finger did. Evelyn was growing wild from his manipulations in her tender loins, and he felt sure she was going to climax at any moment. He looked down at the spread-eagled teenager lying next to him, and he began gasping with heightened excitement as he saw that she was following his lead.

Wanting to feel everything that her blonde-haired friend was feeling, Christine dropped her free hand down to the crevice of her asscheeks. She pushed her middle finger between the hairless cheeks in search of her anus, and finding the tiny hole, she worked the extended finger slowly inside herself. At first, the pain was more than she could bear, and she stopped pushing her driving finger in any deeper. She wondered why Evelyn hadn't screamed out when she felt Glenn's finger, but seeing the look of complete ecstasy on her girl friend's face, she went on to push her finger further up into her own rectum.

Her fingernail scraped at the tight rubbery flesh, but the lust- driven teenager pushed her finger in anyway, finding that she could actually feel the three other fingers working in her cunt. Christine shoved her lewdly skewering finger in as deep as it would go, feeling a jolting sensation dancing up her spine. It was like a strangely masochistic pleasure, and she began to fuck the finger in her anus in time to the fingers in her burning cunt. It was feeling fantastic, and she knew that she was going to succeed in bringing herself to a climax.

With his heart pounding faster than ever, John reached up to wipe the perspiration from his forehead without taking his eyes from the viewfinder of the camera. He knew that everything was going to explode at any moment, and he wanted to be sure that he didn't miss anything. His excitement was twofold as he was already counting up the money that he knew the film would bring him, while at the same time his own iron-hard cock was throbbing achingly against the rough fabric of his tight pants, and he desperately wanted to fuck both the young girls until neither of them could walk.

He tried to restrain any notions of getting himself involved in the lewd scene as the money was of first importance. Yet the lascivious way that Christine was fingering herself alongside the madly writhing bodies of Evelyn and Glenn was almost too much to take. He had to force himself to concentrate on the job of operating the camera and he wondered if he had remembered to turn on the tape recorder before he had started to run the camera. The momentary lapse of memory helped remind John to clear his head, and he found that he had remembered to start the recorder. Everything was going fine in fact, and he slowly moved the camera in for a closeup on the widespread cheeks of Evelyn's white asscheeks.

"OOOOHHH! Please! Yes! Give it to me! Fuck my cunt! Please!" Evelyn screamed as her pelvic area was pounded by the two flesh-and-blood objects. The spasms in her womb were becoming more and more intense, and she clamped the strong muscle of her anus down hard on Glenn's long finger. She knew she was nearing her climax, and she rode back against the instruments in her rectum and in her cunt like a wanton whore. She wanted his hot sticky cum filling her belly to overflowing, squirting up inside her cunt until she almost burst from the pressure.

The tight slick cunt walls around his cock seemed like rippling waves of pleasure, and Glenn could feel the unbearable pleasure in his balls building to a point beyond containment. He pulled his finger from Evelyn's molten rectum so he could push his hard penis to the maximum depths of her hungrily clasping young pussy, and then he looked down at Christine on the rug beside them. She was glassy-eyed in her passionate heights, and her fingers were working furiously in both her cunt and anus. Her mouth was half-open, and she was muttering out lewd words as the liquid in her pussy spilled out around her pumping fingers. Glenn kept staring at the lust- driven teenager as he arched his strong torso forward, and he felt the fantastic sensation of his hot sticky cum beginning its circuitous route to the tip of his swollen cock.

"OOOOOHHH! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHH!" Evelyn grunted as she felt the long hard pole plunge deep up inside her womb, the head swelling out like it was going to explode, and her womb shattered into a giant profusion of orgasmic joy.

"AAAAGCGHHH! OOOHHHH! FFFUUUCCCKKK! I'MM CCUUUMMMIIIINNNGGGG!" Evelyn bucked wildly back, her screaming lungs making animal-like sounds as her cunt contracted around the blood-filled cock buried deep up inside her belly.

Leaning back to hold his cock inside the blonde-haired girl's liquid womb, Glenn felt the gripping pleasure of his cum traveling up the length of his cock.

"I'm cuuummmiinggg!" he groaned, and with a mighty jerk, his hot sticky fluid exploded from the tip of his excited organ the first hot burst making Evelyn scream with joy. Then his cock began spasmodically jerking over and over as his sperm shot deep into her liquidly contracting depths. The shuddering youth shut his eyes and felt every sensation of his climax resounding in every nerve, as if all of his sensations were concentrated on the tip of his spewing penis. The walls of Evelyn's cunt were rhythmically clasping and unclasping the throbbing penis as each burst of his cum splashed deeper into her womb. A hot sticky liquid of their combined climax spilled out around the thickness of his cock, covering his pubic hair with its liquid warmth, and slowly running down his balls and thighs.

Evelyn was in heaven. It was as if she had finally gotten the gift promised to her hours before by John, and she hung onto the pleasure like a greedy child. Nothing else mattered but that every moment was better than the last as the tremendous spasms of ecstasy shot through her. Her mind flashed over the sensations filling her body, the hard spewing column of flesh in her cunt sending out wave after wave of pleasure as the bursts of hot cum smashed into the base of her belly. Her nipples brushed sensuously across the soft fur of the rug as her breasts swung from side to side, and she yelled from the delight of the pleasure filling her being. She didn't want it ever to stop, her cunt sucked wildly at the jerking cock, milking it of all it had to give.

Loosening and tightening at the muscles in her inner thighs as her cunt contracted around her fingers, Christine felt the pleasure of her own climax from deep within her belly. The middle finger of her left hand was shoved all the way inside her rectum, and she could feel the rippling walls of her cunt around the fingers buried inside it. It felt good, but she was staring at the writhing couple beside her, their bodies bucking together in the heights of ecstasy.

Evelyn was flailing back and forth while she shoved her widespread asscheeks back against the hard pounding penis buried deep in her pussy. There was only one thing that Christine was missing, the hot blast of cum from a huge swollen penis, but she felt somewhat satisfied by the manipulations of her own fingers. Watching closely, she could see the white sticky mixture of their cum running down their tightly pressed bodies, and it splashed in glistening wet spots onto the tanned flesh of Glenn's leg.

Evelyn had really been fucked good, Christine thought, and she would be next. As the spasms in her belly died down, Christine again remembered where she was, and she stared out into the darkness surrounding the lights for a sign of life. Squinting into the brightness, she finally located the camera with John still pressing his eye to the viewfinder. Evelyn and Glenn collapsed together on the rug, and they were breathing so hard that Christine couldn't tell if the camera was still running.

"Oh, man!" Evelyn exclaimed as she lay flat on her belly with Glenn still mounted on top of her. They were obviously exhausted from the extreme coupling, and Christine smiled at their obscene position on the rug. Without waiting another minute, Christine pulled her fingers from her cunt and rectum, the white liquid feeling sticky in her hand, and she got up off the rug. Screening her eyes from the brightness in front of her, she looked directly at the camera.

"Hey! So now what?" she asked in a sexy voice, and it sounded like she was asking for directions to be fucked. The lights suddenly went out, and a lamp in the corner of the big room was all that remained visible for a second. When her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room, she found John standing near a recorder, and she walked over to him. She was experiencing a new feeling in that she was completely unselfconscious over her nakedness as she approached John. "Was everything okay?"

"Yeah, just fine. I didn't shoot it all, but I got a good beginning to the dream," John lied. He had already calculated what he wanted next, but he wasn't going to divulge that information until the right moment.

Christine rubbed her breasts seductively as John stood up from the recorder. "How did I look?" she whispered, her womb still burning with lewd excitement. She hoped that John would take her to bed that very moment, but she was to be disappointed.

"You looked beautiful, baby!" John said smiling. "I've never seen a girl as sensuous as you!" His compliment was intended to flatter Christine so he could have her continued cooperation, but he was also telling her the truth. She really was the most sensual young girl he had ever seen.

"Jesus Christ, I'm tired!" Glenn said suddenly. The other three burst out laughing at his obvious distress. He and Evelyn fucked all last night - until the early morning hours of today, really - and then he had driven to San Diego and back. After his just-completed workout with Evelyn he must really be dead, Christine thought to herself. Glenn stood up and yawned, his large penis now shrunken and still glistening from the mixture of cum. "I'm going to catch some sleep if you don't need me anymore."

He walked to the heavy drapes and pulled them apart slightly. Outside it was still daylight, but the curtains effectively kept all of the sunlight out. He felt as though it must be at least midnight. Without waiting for an answer, he walked wearily into one of the bedrooms and pulled the door shut after him.

As if in some sort of reaction, John began to yawn too. Christine tried to keep the disappointment off her face and from her voice. "You're not tired, are you John?"

John smiled wearily at her and nodded his head. "I'm sorry, Christine. I know how you must feel, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be much good to you as exhausted as I am!"

Oh well, Christine thought bitterly, I did get some pleasure out of the filming - even it was only with my own fingers. She could understand John's logic. She didn't want a half-hearted fuck, she wanted a hard-driving cock ramming into her for a long time, and it would be worse than nothing if her excited pussy couldn't keep John awake long enough to make her cum.

"Okay, lover! But don't think I can wait forever!"

As John's lips brushed her forehead he quietly promised her that she would only have to wait a few hours. Then, he turned and followed Glenn into the bedroom.

Christine was disappointed, of course, but she told herself that she could wait that long. As her body sank down onto the rug beside Evelyn, she cursed her friend's satisfied smile.


After Glenn and John had gone to bed, Christine and Evelyn lay on the rug and argued about what to fix for dinner. When they finally had settled on a quick snack of hamburgers and Cokes, they couldn't make up their minds who should to the cooking. Ultimately, Christine gave up and went into the kitchen to prepare their snack. Evelyn was still lying on the rug when Christine brought the tray with their food back into the front room.

"Come on and eat, Evelyn," Christine said to her naked friend, "you want to get your strength back for the next session!" They both ate hurriedly, hungry from their earlier activities. When they were finished, they once again stretched out on the rug.

"I wonder how John affords all this filming equipment," Evelyn said, waving her hand around the room at the camera and lights.

"Oh, I imagine most of it belongs to the college," Christine replied. She was still a little miffed about being left out of the afternoon's activities with Glenn. It didn't seem fair that she should be the "star" of the movie if the blonde-haired girl was going to get all the fucking. And from the way Glenn had watched her while he was balling Evelyn, Christine felt sure that he wished he had a different partner, too. It seemed strange to lie here with Evelyn, both of them stark naked, discussing film equipment that had been used to shoot such candid movies of themselves. Less than two days ago they would have both been shocked at the suggestion of appearing in pornographic home movies. Despite John's protestations, Christine could still not bring herself to believe all that he had told them about the movie being for any film festival. Still, she and Evelyn had been given a choice and they had both decided to go ahead with the movie.

"Do you think the camera operates automatically so that all of us can be fucking at once?" Evelyn asked. She felt a little guilty about this afternoon, too. Not that she would have traded places with Christine. Glenn was her boyfriend and he should be fucking her! But it would be nice if the four of them could be fucking at the same time for the movie.

"I don't know," Christine replied, "all I know is that there's going to be one hell of an argument if I don't get some action soon!" She ran her hand through her short hair, feeling the tangled mess it was, and decided to do something about it.

"Evelyn, I'm going to take a shower before the guys wake up. My hair feels awful!" Christine stated, and she got up and started toward her bedroom.

"Do you mind if I join you in the shower?" Evelyn asked, getting up from the rug. She didn't want to use the shower in her own bedroom for fear of disturbing the sleeping boys.

"No, I don't mind. Come on!" Christine said over her shoulder.

Christine turned on the shower while Evelyn got extra towels from the linen closet. They both stepped under the stinging spray and began to lather themselves. Christine watched her friend out of the corner of her eye. Evelyn's busy hands were working so gently it was almost as if she were caressing herself instead of bathing. When the young blonde reached her pussy, her fingers began a slow massage with the bar of scented soap, rubbing it gently into the space between her legs and teasing it along her pussy lips. She lifted her legs and body a little to give her hand better access to that secret spot. Unconsciously, Christine's own hand began the same moment and her fingers suddenly brushed her clit, sending little shivers of delight through her loins.

Christine heard someone laughing and she looked up to find Evelyn grinning at her. She blushed and took her hands away from her pubic mound.

"Don't let me stop you, Christine! I was laughing because someone walking in here now would think we were a couple of real sex-starved girls. They'd never believe all the fucking we've had in the past twenty- fours hours!"

Christine smiled at her friend's words and resumed soaping herself. The warm water felt wonderful and she stepped closer to the stinging spray until it was coursing through her hair and down her whole body. She wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the driving rain, to have soft sky-water mix with perspiration and cum. It was an exciting thought.

Both girls finished their showers at the same time and toweled each other dry, using the huge fluffy beach towels. Afterwards, they climbed into Christine's bed and lay there, arms around each other until they both dozed off, Evelyn, tired but satiated - Christine, tired but looking forward to John's promise of satisfaction for her soon.


Christine and Evelyn had awakened from their sleep about midnight and were sitting in the front room drinking coffee when they heard someone stirring in the bedroom. It was a warm night and neither had bothered to dress, preferring instead to just wear thin and revealing wrappers.

"What do you think John is going to have us do tonight?" Evelyn asked. The wine and sex-induced euphoria was gone and she was beginning to have some misgivings about continuing with the film. More than anything else, she needed to have reassurance from Christine that they were doing the right thing.

Christine couldn't even begin to guess what John had in mind for them. She had awakened with a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. At first, she had attributed it to the wine and the excitement of the afternoon, but it soon became apparent to her that it was more than that. Sitting quietly here with Evelyn while the exhausted John and Glenn slept, she was more than ever convinced that they were making a mistake by going on with the obscene motion picture. John's arguments had been just a little too smooth to be true. It was almost as if he were playing some sort of game with them. She didn't want to alarm Evelyn by voicing her doubts, but they were certainly there. It was one thing to have the boys up for a good time while they had the opportunity. It was something else entirely to allow something to happen that would put their future in jeopardy.

"Are you having any second thoughts about going on with it?" she asked Evelyn, trying to keep her own doubts out of her voice.

"No!" Evelyn replied immediately. "At least, I don't think so. I don't think I've ever felt quite so good as when Glenn was fucking me this afternoon. You know, the idea that you and John were watching and everything made it really great!"

"Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying it!" Christine said sarcastically. She had still not gotten over her disappointment at having to watch her friend being fucked while she could only look on in frustration. She knew that if something didn't happen to her hungry pussy soon she might just tell all of them to go to hell! It wasn't fair to expect her to just sit idly by while Evelyn got all the pleasure. She, Christine, was supposed to be the star of the movie!

Christine's thoughts were interrupted as John came out of the bedroom, dressed only in his shorts. He smiled at the girls sleepily, rubbing his eyes to clear them. "Hi!" he said, "did you guys get any sleep?"

"We got a few hours rest," Evelyn told him. "Is Glenn awake yet?"

"No, we don't need him for this next sequence, so I thought I'd let him sleep for awhile. Is there anymore coffee?" He sat down on the couch next to Christine while Evelyn went to the kitchen to get his coffee. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" he said to the grim visaged Christine.

"Just fine, John!" Christine's reply was cold and unfriendly. "But I think it's about time we settled a couple of things! First, I'm not at all sure that I believe you about what the movie is for!" She motioned for him to remain quiet as he tried to interrupt her. "Secondly, I'm not going to sit here and watch everyone else get screwed! Is that clear?"

"Jesus, Christine, take it easy will you?" John pleaded, sensing that Christine was close to spoiling all his plans. "I don't know how else I can convince you that I'm telling you the truth!" He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, his hands beginning a slow, passionate massage of her back and hips. "As for not getting any of the action, well, I promise you that won't happen again!"

He could feel Christine's warm body begin to respond to his caresses and he increased the area of his massage by slipping one hand underneath the thin wrapper and moving the palm of his hand over her swelling breasts. Her nipple started to come erect, and a warm feeling began to spread through her loins. As she opened her mouth to speak again, John brought his face to hers and his mouth closed over her parted lips. His tongue darted out seeking hers, and she responded warmly by wrapping her own moist tongue over his and drawing it further into her mouth. His other hand came inside the wrapper and forced itself between her heated thighs, probing for her pussy. Just as she relaxed and began to spread her legs apart, they heard Evelyn's voice.

"Wow! You two don't waste any time, do you?" Evelyn was standing in front of the couch, a cup of coffee in her hand.

John and Christine pulled apart quickly and John took the coffee from Evelyn. He knew everything was all right for the moment, but he told himself that he would have to be damned careful with Christine. She was no fool and it would be a serious mistake if he didn't make sure that she got fucked soon. He gulped down the hot coffee and smiled at Christine.

"I guarantee you that you'll get all the fucking you want tonight! Okay?"

Christine's pussy was burning with desire and she could only nod in assent. All of her misgivings were gone for the moment and she wanted nothing more than to feel the ecstasy of orgasm exploding within her moist pussy. If she didn't get fucked soon it would be more than she could stand.

John got up and went to one of the black equipment cases piled on the floor. He opened it and took out a smaller package in his lap.

"What do you have there?" Evelyn asked, reaching out to take the package.

"Just a minute!" John said sharply, and Evelyn took her hand away. "I want to explain the scene we'll be doing!" Both girls looked at him expectantly. He paused for a moment, then asked them to go to the rug that had been the scene of this afternoon's activities and sit down.

Both girls removed their thin wrappers before sitting down. "Okay, So what do we do now?" Christine questioned in a slightly mocking voice.

John stood over them, his arms moving rapidly as he explained the scene. He was using his director's voice again, self-assured and authoritative.

"All right! In the beginning of the dream, Christine, you represent the girl's vision of herself watching others make love. Now in this sequence we'll do next, you experience your second disillusionment. You expect to have a man make love to you, but the dream turns into a psychological nightmare, and you discover yourself in the arms of a woman instead." John was talking off the top of his head, but he was sounding as if he knew what the film was all about. It was his excuse for having them do what he wanted.

"Do you mean that I get it done to me by Evelyn?" Christine asked in mock horror. She was trying to stay with John's train of thought, but couldn't help laughing at this absurd idea.

"In a sense, yes!" John replied, and he then picked up the package and opened it. He very dramatically pulled the contents out of the box, and he held up a large dildo in front of the girl's astonished faces. "With this!" he announced, and he handed the rubber phallus to Evelyn.

"You're crazy!" Evelyn exclaimed, holding the dildo like some diseased object, but at the same time she was fascinated by the strange device. She had never seen a dildo before, and she stared at all its intricacies.

Christine started laughing again as she realized what the plan was, only her laughter was more nervous than jovial. It was a lewd, vile idea, and she didn't want to be subjected to such an obscene seduction. Yet her womb burned at the sight of the dildo, and she could feel the hungry feeling in the pit of her stomach growing more intense. The dildo was pink colored, and it looked just like a hugely erect penis, except that it wasn't on a man. In spite of her distaste, Christine found herself wondering what the large hard rubber object would feel like inside her vagina.

"I'm not going to do it!" Evelyn suddenly stated, and she held the phallus out for John to take back.

"Of course you are!" John said quickly, and his tone had an edge to it that made Evelyn hesitate. He was smiling, but there was a hardness to his expression that frightened her. She thought of the photographs John had taken earlier. For the first time the thought came to her that he could have made other prints from the negatives before he burned them! Giving up the prints would be meaningless if he could have others to hold over them!

"Don't worry, I'll direct you through the whole act," John said in a more pleasant tone. He was the director of the film and he was going to be obeyed, of course. "You needn't take it all seriously, you know. That's part of being a good actress," he added, and he was looking directly at Christine. She hadn't said anything yet, but he was convinced that she wasn't going to give him anymore trouble.

"Christine, you just listen to what I say, and everything will be all right. Remember, the girl is dreaming this whole thing, so you will have to pretend you are enjoying it after I tell you when." John started moving around various pieces of equipment as he spoke, getting things ready to shoot again. When he turned the lights on, Christine felt isolated again in another world.

The apprehensive teenager looked away from the lights as they came on, and she saw that Evelyn was holding the dildo like some foreign object not to be touched. She took it from her and immediately felt the full length of the hard rubber penis. There was no life to it, but it seemed like a warm object nonetheless. She was dismayed and disappointed at the planned scene, but she still felt like it would prove to be an interesting experience. She smiled at Evelyn, who was still a little confused, and handed the dildo back to her. "It's bigger than anything I've ever had," she said smiling, making a comment about John, and Evelyn felt more at ease as she realized that there was a camaraderie between herself and Christine.

"So what do I do first?" Evelyn asked boldly, her mind made up to enjoy the part she was given. "Do I just stick this thing in her cunt, or what?"

"It's a dream! You've got to seduce me!" Christine said without waiting for John to reply. She was getting strangely excited about the part too, and she was beginning to think that the whole experience might be a lot of fun.

John switched on the last of his equipment before moving behind the camera. After checking the camera out, he decided it was ready to roll. "Okay, this is what I want," he commanded in his best directorial voice, "Christine, you are lying on the rug as if in a dream. I want you to run your hands over your breasts and thighs as if waiting for someone to fuck you. Then, Evelyn, you stand over there," he continued. He moved Evelyn to a point just out of camera range, to show her where he meant. "Now you stay there until I tell you to move, then you go to Christine, and begin to make love to her. I'll tell you when to bring the dildo out," he added. He placed the dildo within reach of Christine's naked body. Then, checking the lighting one more time, he returned to the camera. He pressed his eye to the viewfinder, and adjusted the lens to take in all of Christine's naked young body.

The familiar feeling of being in a goldfish bowl took over again for Christine. She was lying flat on her back legs out a slight distance apart, and she could see nothing at all except the bright lights around her. She was going to be fucked, and suddenly it didn't matter how or by whom, it was enough just to be fully satisfied. It was the mixed sensation of feeling isolated while at the same time knowing she was being observed that made her passionate, and she found herself anxious to go.

"All right, Christine, action!" came the voice out of the darkness, but it wasn't necessary since she was already beginning to fondle her breasts. Her hands were like distant objects, intended only to stimulate her and make her feel good. She rubbed her full breasts with gentle sensuous motions, and her nipples were instantly erect. The tiny pink tips stood up proudly, and she worked them between her fingers, enjoying the sensations it gave her.

The drops of lubricating fluid nestling just within the hair-lined slit of her vagina made their presence known, and she rubbed her inner thighs together as she felt the sensitive nerve end of her clit respond. Releasing one of her nipples, she ran her hand down over the smooth flesh of her belly until she reached the sparse beginning of the curling triangle of soft pubic hair. It was her cunt she was after, and pointing the way with her middle finger, she slowly worked her hand down over the mound of pink flesh. The aroused teenager's finger drifted naturally into the moistened slit, and she drew it back until it made contact with her already sensitized clit.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" Christine moaned out loud as the bolt of electric pleasure danced through her lust-hungry body. The nerve end was hard, and she played her finger over it, enjoying every sensation that it gave her. The pit of her belly was on fire, and the manipulation of her clit made the fire burn brighter. Pushing her whole hand down over the mound of her pussy, Christine spread her legs wider apart to give herself ample access, and she then worked her middle finger around the tight opening of her vaginal passage. The trembling crevice was wet and warm, and her finger slipped easily inside the glove-like hole. It felt good, but her mind was thinking about the huge dildo that lay nearby. In a few moments she would have that big cock fucking into her cunt and the thought was enough to make her scream for it.

"OOOOOH! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Christine pleaded to no one in particular, but John thought she was just doing a good job of acting. So did Evelyn at first, but when John told her to get ready, she was already thinking about doing the same thing that Christine was doing. Watching Christine like that made her crazy with lust herself and when John finally said for her to go to the rug, Evelyn was more than willing.

Feeling someone join her Christine opened her eyes to see her friend leaning over her body. Evelyn was leaning close to her breasts, her mouth open and her eyes staring with lust. In one swift motion, the blonde's red lips pulled an erect nipple into the warmth of her mouth, and it so surprised Christine that she automatically reached up to fondle Evelyn's breasts. The sensation of her girlfriend's mouth sucking on her nipple was tremendous, and the spread-eagled girl dug her fingers into the soft round breasts that swayed above her, teasing the pink tips into hardness. She was losing control of her own judgment, and she knew it. But Christine didn't care at that moment what she was doing, because she was getting all the pleasure she needed.

For what seemed like an eternity, Christine writhed in the lewd sensation of Evelyn's sucking and nipping of her nipple, and then she felt the blonde- haired girl's hand moving slowly down across the sensitive white skin of her belly. She was moving her fingers toward Christine's pussy, and Christine wanted to have those creeping fingers inside her hungry cunt. She knew that it would feel good, and she spread her legs in welcome as the other girl's fingers worked down into the soft flesh in search of her clit.

"OOOOOhhhhh! Yesssss!" Christine hissed when the contact was made, and she squirmed her hips against the rug to fully enjoy the sensation from Evelyn's finger. Her belly started jerking involuntarily as her young girlfriend worked over the sensitive nerve end again and again. For an instant the thought crossed Christine's mind that Evelyn probably knew how to expertly tease her clit from having years of practice on herself, but then it didn't matter anymore how Evelyn had become so good at it. It was too wonderful, and Christine was ready to let Evelyn do anything to her body.

Pulling Christine's hardened nipple deep inside her mouth, Evelyn ran her tongue wetly around the sensitive tip, and then nipped lightly at it with her teeth. The massaging of her own breasts by Christine had triggered the release of pent-up emotions in Evelyn, and she was anxious to give her dark- haired friend all the pleasure she could command. After a few moments of playing with her clit, Evelyn searched for the elastic opening to Christine's womb, and running her finger along the ragged pink flesh of her vagina, she felt the moisture of her friend's passion. For a time, Evelyn played her finger over the opening as if undecided whether or not to plunge the seeking finger inside.

Drawing her legs up while throwing them out as wide as possible, Christine lifted her hips off the rug to try to screw her cunt up around Evelyn's probing finger. She wanted to have it inside the tight walls of the passage, fucking into her steaming pussy like a narrow hot spit being stuck into a roast. It was maddeningly titillating the way Evelyn started to dip her finger inside, then playfully retreated just when Christine thought it was going all the way up her cunt. Finally, just at the peak of the balance between arousal and frustration, Evelyn plunged her extended middle finger up into the warm depths of her pussy.

"OOOOh! God! Yesss!" Christine thought she would climax right then and there, the plunging finger felt so good, and she arched her hips up to take it as deep as it would go. Evelyn wiggled her finger inside the moist passage until Christine thought she could climb the walls with pleasure, and she wanted more.

"Evelyn! Get the dildo, then kneel over her face!" The voice sounded distant and strange to Christine, and she hated it for stopping Evelyn from doing those wonderful things. Evelyn's lips were gone from her nipple, and her finger pulled from the groaning teenager's cunt. Christine opened her eyes to see what had happened just when Evelyn returned with the dildo, and the sight of the huge phallus made Christine's belly jerk with excitement. She was going to be fucked by that huge thing, and her own girlfriend was going to do it. The lust-driven girl knew her pleasures would be twice what they had already been with Evelyn's finger, and she suddenly lost all anger at the voice from behind the bright lights.

Hovering over Christine's writhing body for an instant, Evelyn looked at the giant dildo in her hand, then licked the enormous tip with her pink tongue to moisten it. She was going to give Christine a fucking she would never forget!

Moving easily and swiftly, Evelyn knelt down so that her knees were placed on either side of Christine's head, and then she spread her knees out until her open exposed vagina was just a few inched above the waiting teenager's face. Then, leaning forward across Christine's belly, the young blonde reached over Christine's hips to point the dildo at the opening of her cunt. Resting on her elbows left both her hands free to maneuver the large phallus up into Christine's pink young vagina.

The dark-haired girl had her eyes wide open as Evelyn lowered her own dark hair-covered mound within inches of her face. She had never really seen a pussy so close up before, and the sight made her even more excited. Reaching with her arms up over Evelyn's thighs, Christine gripped the firm globular cheeks of the blonde girl's asscheeks with each hand, and she pulled the cheeks apart to see the hairless puckered anus. Then, working her fingers slowly down, she pulled the loose lips of Evelyn's pussy apart, and there directly over her mouth was the ragged pink opening of her vagina. She could even see the tiny nerve end of her clit, and suddenly wanting to give Evelyn pleasure like she was about to get, Christine stretched her pink tongue out to touch it to the clit. Evelyn responded to the pleasure by lowering her pussy more, and she moaned out loud when Christine ran her tongue along the hair-lined slit until it was pressed against the tight cuntal opening. The pungent taste of Evelyn's excited secretions inspired her to go on, and raising her head up slightly, Christine drove her tongue deep up inside the clasping hot pussy.

"OOOOOhhhh! SSSaannnnddddyyyyy!" Evelyn groaned as she felt the warm tongue probing into her sensitive depths. It felt good, and for a moment Evelyn forgot all about the dildo and her girlfriend's moist, expectantly waiting cunt. Then as Christine worked her tongue in and out of her cunt, Evelyn looked down at the dildo, and she placed the thick tip against the opening of Christine's womb. She remembered that she was going to give Christine a fucking with that phallus that she would never forget.

The contact of the penis-like dildo against her open pussy felt just like a real cock, and Christine wiggled her hips in an attempt to make Evelyn push it up inside her hungry pussy. Evelyn seemed to be holding it back, and so Christine stretched her tongue out as far as she could inside Evelyn's cunt as if to show her what she wanted too. It worked because she suddenly felt the pressure against her cunt increase, and the thick phallus suddenly stretched her passage out to size, the huge end popping wetly inside the tiny elastic ring.

"OOoooh! It's biggggg!" Christine moaned, and she lifted her hips up to meet the downward thrust of the dildo. Evelyn drove it in with a steady pace, and she felt the walls of her cunt wrapping tightly around its huge size. It slid smoothly inside the passage, going deeper and deeper, until Christine thought it would just keep on coming. Nothing that long had ever been shoved inside her cunt before, and when it finally hit the bottom, the flame that was burning in her womb flared up higher.

"UUUUUggghhhhh!" Christine had to pull her tongue from Evelyn's pussy as she pushed her hips down to keep the giant phallus from tearing her apart. She hadn't expected it to go on to such depths, and she was afraid it would push right on through her belly. Then just as it rammed against her cervix, it began to retreat to where it had come in, and she realized that Evelyn was beginning to pick up a slow natural rhythm of fucking. When the head of the monster penis-like shaft was nearly out of her pussy, it slowly plowed back into her depths, and it was so exhilarating a pleasure, Christine once again returned her tongue to the liquid cunt above her.

Evelyn's breasts were brushing teasingly on the sensitive flesh of her lower belly, and that added pleasure made Christine's womb burn with mounting passion to the point of near climax. It had all happened so fast, she wanted to make it last much longer, but the insistently graduating rhythm of the dildo in her cunt was pushing her to heights she had never known. She licked at Evelyn's cunt with her tongue working in and out in time to the fucking in her own cunt, and staring up at the puckered anus near her fingertips gave Christine an additional idea. She was determined to make Evelyn climax too, so she slowly worked her finger toward the elastic ring of flesh without stopping the licking of her cunt.

Her passion growing more intense, the blonde-haired girl let her breasts swing across Christine's lower belly, feeling the sensations at the tips of her breasts. With ever-increasing tempo, she drove the fluid- moistened dildo with bold strokes into Christine's clasping pussy, watching as the pink flesh grabbed at the instrument on the down-stroke, and then splaying out wide in preparation for the next ride of pleasure. Christine's tongue in her pussy was making her womb more and more excited, and Evelyn began to grind her hips with the same passionate rhythm that she had established.

She couldn't help thinking about John, and the fact that he was watching what she was doing to Christine from behind a camera. All of her seduction of Christine was in fact being recorded on film for anyone John chose to show it to, and regardless of the pleasure she was experiencing, Evelyn felt uncomfortable about it. She knew that for some reason Christine didn't care about it, and she couldn't help wondering why. The moment the whole situation started with the filming in fact, Christine seemed to become a different person from the innocent girl she had talked with about first sexual affairs on the beach. Back in her mind, Evelyn felt sure that Christine was headed down a path that could lead only to her own destruction.

Damn John and his photographs! Evelyn thought, and she pumped the dildo into her young girlfriend's hungrily clasping cunt faster to bring the lewd scene to a quicker end. Evelyn was determined to keep her own role only an act until she suddenly felt Christine's finger probing into her anus, and the rippling pleasure she felt made her mind whirl back to the sensual pleasures she was experiencing.

"Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh!" Evelyn screamed as her cunt contracted again and again, her hot fluid rippling with her spasms down around Christine's screwing tongue, and the working teenager pressed her mouth against the opening, sucking in the hot juices. It threw her whole body into heights of ecstatic Joy she had never known before, and when Evelyn plunged the dildo deep inside her flaming cunt, her whole womb seemed to explode with sparkling pleasures. It was obscene and lewd, and it was tremendous pleasure. She sucked like a greedy animal mad with thirst at her blonde- haired friend's cunt, and the sheer baseness of her act made her own climax that much greater. She closed her eyes to see stars bursting everywhere, and her belly jerked with one giant spasm of her cum flooded out around the hard rubber dildo. Evelyn kept the dildo deeply buried in her friend's contracting cunt, afraid that if she pulled it out Christine would remove her Roger from Evelyn's squirming anus.

"Ooooooooh! Dammmmnnnnn! Give it to me! Give it to me, Evelyn! I'm cummiiiilnnnnnggggg!" Christine screamed out her pleasure with such intensity that Evelyn nearly stopped, but then realizing that she'd accomplished what she set out to do, Evelyn worked furiously at Christine's widespread groin. Her own belly began to stop jerking with her climax, and she was better able to concentrate on making Christine go on begging for more.

Christine hung onto the peak of her tremendous climax for as long as she could maintain her strength, and felt her fluid spilling out of her cunt to cling warmly to her pubic mound, then slowly trickle down the crevice of her asscheeks. It was like she had been soaring in a sky filled with sensual ecstasy, and it took several minutes before her belly stopped jerking with the after-sensations of orgasm.

John was really pleased with the performance of the two young girls, and he knew that their pleasure had been real. Seeing that it was just about over, he turned off the camera and walked over to where the girls lay panting with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Evelyn still had her hand around the giant dildo buried deep in Christine's cunt. With a loud plop she pulled it out and brought it close to her face. She could see the wet juices from Christine's cunt still clinging to it.

"That was good! That was very good!" John announced with a smile.

"Good?" Christine said, smiling back at him, "it was beautiful!"


Glenn was disturbed and angry when he awoke the next morning and discovered that he had slept through the second filming session. Evelyn lay beside him in her big bed and told him all about using the dildo on Christine's willing pussy, describing in detail her friend's frenzied begging for more. A satisfied smile played across her lips as she told him how quickly she had cum from Christine's wild tongue licking and sucking her pussy.

As much as Glenn liked the tight little pussy of Evelyn's, he could hardly control his throbbing cock when he thought about Christine's hot clasping cunt staring up at him yesterday afternoon as he had fucked Evelyn doggy-style. He wanted to ram his thick shaft of flesh into her wet hole, past those inviting little folds of pink flesh that guarded the moist elastic opening to her vaginal passage. He knew from the way she had looked at him that she wanted him to. She must be crazy to get fucked, he thought to himself, as Evelyn told him of John's tactics in once again not fucking Christine. He wondered what John could be up to. John had always seemed normal enough to him, and he was certainly not one to pass up a good piece of ass just to watch someone get fucked by a dildo. It was all very confusing to him.

Evelyn had her hand wrapped around Glenn's swelling cock, gently massaging it into erection as she talked. The excitement of the past two days was still with her. It almost seemed that she could only go a few hours without wanting desperately to be brought to climax. As she pulled the erect shaft of warm flesh up and down, she wondered if she could be a nymphomaniac. The thought frightened her and she buried her head on Glenn's shoulder, trying to put the idea out of her mind.

Glenn shut his own eyes and tried to imagine that it was Christine's hand on his pulsing cock, not Evelyn's. He could feel Evelyn's mouth resting lightly on his chest, her lips slightly parted and her tongue running back and forth between them. Suddenly, her head moved and her tongue was making wet little circles around his nipple as the pressure of her fingers on his cock increased. She was making little noises as her tongue began to pick up speed. My God, he thought, I've got to make it with Christine before I go nuts. Then, he felt Evelyn's tongue going lower and lower as her body began to inch downward on the bed. Her other hand rested on his upper thigh, the busy fingers drawing up the flesh between them in an insistent way. As Evelyn's face and wet tongue drew closer to his throbbing cock, he forgot about Christine and began to murmur Evelyn's name over and over.


In Christine's bedroom it was dark and quiet. The heavy drapes had been pulled to keep the bright morning sunlight from coming in. Christine lay there awake, the only sound coming from the soft snores of John who lay beside her. She wanted to get up to go to the bathroom but was afraid that if she did it would waken the sleeping young man. She could feel her full bladder pressing on her lower stomach and the sensation was not unpleasant. One hand rested lightly on her pubic mound, the thumb and forefinger playing idly with strands of moist pubic hair.

Christine's mind kept going over the feelings she had experienced last night as the huge ditto brought her to climax. It had been almost as good as the first time she had been fucked in the cove. Almost as good, but not quite. But there were other sensations contributing to her orgasm last night. Her busy tongue sucking and licking at Evelyn's sweet pussy had enhanced her passion, there was no question about that. She wondered if their relationship would ever be the same again. But there was something else - some faint emotion she could not yet classify. She tried to concentrate, as hard as she could, to remember every detail of how she had felt. Then, suddenly, she knew what it was! It was her knowledge that John's eyes had been upon her as she screamed out her pleasure! She needed to be seen as her climax wracked her young body. It made the sensations all that much more intense to know that someone was watching her! It all seemed so simple now that she had thought it out. That was why she had agreed to be in the film despite her objections.

John was stirring in his sleep. his strong arms stretching out as his body shifted. Christine slipped quietly from the bed and went into the bathroom to shower and dress. If she hurried she could go down to the cove and have a swim before anyone else was up. She needed to be alone with her thoughts before the day began.


When Christine left the little cove and returned to the lodge the sunlight was bright overhead. She went into the front room and found the other three talking animatedly. They were seated on couches and in front of them the remains of breakfast lay on a large coffee table.

"Hi, Christine!" John greeted her, getting up from the couch and coming over to her. "We were worried about you!" His face came down and his lips brushed against hers.

Evelyn and Glenn waved to her and continued to sip coffee. Christine could see that Evelyn looked satisfied and happy. She felt close to Evelyn now, as close as she had ever felt to anyone. Their experience last night had been a shared pleasure! something that brought people together. She wanted to go over and throw her arms around Evelyn and tell her exactly how she felt. She felt no jealousy at all now about the fact that Glenn had fucked Evelyn instead of her. She could have both of the boys for all Christine cared. Anything to make her happy! As long as Evelyn felt the same way about her and remained her friend.

Glenn looked unhappy, his face scowling at John. Christine wondered if they had been arguing.

"Come and have a cup of coffee, Christine," John said to her, putting his arm around her waist and guiding her over to the couch. Evelyn poured her a steaming mug of black coffee as Christine sat down.

"Listen, John! You're not going to talk your way out of this!" Glenn said in a harsh voice. "Making a dirty film is one thing if it only involves normal things! But that dildo is something else!"

John sat there staring at the irate Glenn, a look of resigned patience on his face. He didn't want to prolong the argument or to do anything that would jeopardize filming the last sequence. Where the hell does Glenn get off, he asked himself, to be so self-righteous now. And why should he care if I introduced something a little different last night. John felt put-upon by his friend. He was tempted to pack up his equipment and leave. By God, Glenn, he thought, you'd better watch it if you want your share from this film!

Evelyn could only smile at the argument. It was a little pointless to be arguing about how you got fucked before a camera. The important thing was that they had been fucked. For the first time since she had known him, Evelyn wondered if Glenn were a prude.

John suddenly got to his feet. "Come on Glenn! Let's take a walk. I think you're upsetting the girls with all this argument!" John's voice was a little menacing, and Glenn rose from the couch even though there was no evidence that either of the girls was upset.

Christine and Evelyn watched the two young men go out the door. They sat there for a few minutes, neither saying a word. Finally, Christine put down her coffee cup and looked at her friend.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. Her eyes were taking in the lush body of Evelyn. She could make out the pink nipples of her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. She thought how she had fondled those breasts, and how Evelyn had responded by putting her finger up Christine's cunt. They had both seemed to enjoy it so much.

"Hey! What are you sorry for?" Evelyn asked. She smiled understandingly at her friend as if to tell her that everything was all right.

"Well, I guess it's my fault that this whole thing happened... especially last night! I could have just said no and ended it!" Christine blushed prettily as her blonde-haired friend became aware that she was staring so intently at her breasts.

"Come off it, Christine!" Evelyn said, still smiling. "All of us agreed to go through with it. And if you're worrying about what happened last night... well, I have to admit that I really dug making you cum with that thing!" She smiled again. "Not to mention having you do the things you did to me!"

"Honestly, Evelyn?" the dark-haired teenager asked. It was comforting to have Evelyn say these things. She hoped that the filming would soon be over and that things could return to normal. It was such a shame to waste having the lodge at their disposal by arguing about who did what to whom. The four of them could have such a good time together if only the filming didn't remain as an irritant.

Evelyn went over and sat down next to her friend. "Listen honey! I don't really know what John is up to with the film! Maybe he's telling the truth... and then again, maybe he isn't. All I know is that my father would kill me if he ever found out about this! I could probably get around my mother... she doesn't really care what I do! But since my parents have been divorced, I only see my dad about once a year, and he does care!" Evelyn paused for a moment, as if thinking about what her father would do to her. "But look at it this way! If it hadn't been for John and his camera we wouldn't have discovered how much pleasure we can bring each other! And... I'm sure Glenn can handle John if any serious problems come up!"

Christine felt so good she wanted to kiss her friend. It was so nice to have someone so understanding as Evelyn. Of course Glenn could handle any problems. He was a man, and that was what men were for! What Evelyn was saying was true! She had gone from a virgin to an experienced sexual partner... well, that wasn't strictly true... but it had happened in just two days. Becoming a woman was never easy, she thought. And she was a woman now!

"You know, Christine! I'm going to insist that Glenn fuck you today. Just to show you that I'm not jealous. How does that sound to you?"

"Are you sure?" Christine asked her friend. She didn't want anything to disturb their relationship now.

"Absolutely sure!" Evelyn replied firmly. "I want to make sure that you get your share of the action around here!" She laughed. "Of course I may want you to reciprocate and give me permission to have John!"

Christine looked at her friend squarely. "From the way John has been acting, that's probably what he's wanted all along!" Just as she finished speaking, the door opened and John and Glenn came in. They were both smiling, and Christine could see they had resolved their argument.

"Are you girls ready to go?" John asked, firmly in control of the situation again. Without waiting for a reply, he went around the room pulling the drapes tightly shut and moving his lighting equipment.

Glenn made a little circle with his thumb and forefinger and signaled to Evelyn and Christine that everything was okay. He immediately began to take off his clothing. Both girls followed his example, Evelyn throwing aside the thin nightgown, Christine stepping out of her bikini.

While John was still fidgeting with his equipment, Glenn came over to the girls. "I got it all straightened out," he told them in a soft voice, "this is going to be the last sequence! John and I are going to take the film back to San Diego tonight for developing. He's promised me that he'll show us the final copy and if we don't like it, he'll destroy the print and the negative! Okay?"

Christine and Evelyn both nodded in agreement, proud of Glenn's handling of the situation. It was the perfect solution. Thinking back to her self- discovery this morning, Christine could not repress a tingling feeling in her loins at the thought of seeing the finished print of the film. Her face flushed at the idea of sitting here watching herself on the screen, seeing herself manipulate her own pussy while Glenn and Evelyn fucked, and of replaying last night's wild scene with Evelyn. Despite herself, the idea of performing for her own and someone else's eyes was tremendously exciting. She was getting goose-bumps just thinking about it. She could feel Glenn's eyes running over her naked body, and the feeling was not one of embarrassment. Without meaning to, she stretched her arms so that her breasts became taut. She wanted Glenn to admire her, and she felt no disappointment as his stare became more intense. Evelyn was watching them both with a little half-smile on her red lips.

"I'm just about set," John suddenly announced. He turned on the light switches as he spoke, and the room was immediately bathed in pure white light. Glenn took the girls by the arm and guided them into the center of the light. "Would you two like a drink, or something?" Glenn asked them. "It might help!"

Neither Christine nor Evelyn wanted a drink. They were both anxious to get on with the filming.

"Okay, we take up from where we left off last night," John said, joining them near the rug. "I just want to get a few minutes of film of you girls finishing off. After that, I'm going to put the camera on automatic and we'll do the dream scene of the orgy. Any questions?"

Christine hesitated for a moment before lying down on the rug in the position she had been in last night. It was not out of any lack of interest in having Evelyn's sweet young pussy over her face again, but rather, she was interested in John's words about an orgy. She wanted him to clarify his intentions so that there would be no possibility that she would be left out again.

"What kind of orgy, John?" she asked. She addressed her question in the direction of the camera, unable to see him.

"Don't worry about it, Christine," John replied, mistaking her query for an expression of doubt about joining in group sex. "Once you and Evelyn are warmed up, we'll just see what happens. I promise you that you'll enjoy it!"

"Are we going to choose partners, or what?" Evelyn interrupted, wanting to make sure that Christine wasn't just an onlooker this time.

John was becoming irritated. He wanted to get on with it. He had plans for both girls in this sequence and his cock was throbbing with anticipation. It had been all he could do the last two days to keep from fucking both of the girls and he wanted no further delays.

"I told you! It's an orgy scene! Everyone is going to get into the act!" His voice was that of the director again, patient but firm. Christine! You stretch out and let Evelyn get on top of you like last night. The only difference is that we won't use the dildo this time. Just do what comes naturally, okay?"

Evelyn quickly spread her body over her friend. Her knees were on either side of Christine's head, spread out and exposing her moist pussy to Christine's view. She brought her own head downward until it was only a few inches from Christine's cunt. She could see every detail of it and she became enormously excited at the thought of what she was about to do. Her arms went under Christine's legs and she pulled them apart gently to make room for her head. As she did so, the tender pink lips of Christine's vagina opened, exposing the coral flesh of her cunt, moist and inviting. Evelyn could hardly wait to bring her tongue down on that little secret crevice. She licked her lips nervously as she waited for John to signal them to begin. She could feel Christine's hot breath as her friend exhaled, sending tingles through her lower body.

"Action!" John announced suddenly, and the girls could hear the whir of the camera begin. Almost at the same time, each of the girls brought their heads toward the other's hungrily waiting pussy. Evelyn's tongue came out first and she decided to set the pace and hope that Christine would follow. Her hands went around Christine's asscheeks and rested lightly between her thighs, gently pulling apart the soft folds of flesh even further, and her tongue began to search out the erect little clit hidden beneath the hood of flesh. She found it in a moment and began a slow sensuous twirling motion as she felt Christine's hips respond with a lazy gyration. She could feel Christine's tongue doing exactly the same thing to her pussy and she was grateful that Christine had understood what she wanted.

Evelyn's breath came faster as her tongue left the rigid clit and began to move slowly between the furrow of her friend's vaginal lips. For a second it paused at the elastic opening to her womb, then it moved backward and from side to side, tasting the salty but not unpleasant secretions. Her own pussy was burning up with desire and Christine followed the same pattern. Bringing her tongue out full length and flattening it as much as possible, Evelyn began to lick the sweet flesh in earnest her saliva mixing with the lubricating juices that beaded on the silky pussy. Both girls moaned with pleasure at the same time, forcing their bodies closer in an effort to savor every bit of the delicious sensations they gave each other through their frantic tongues.

For Christine, this was no pretended dream, it was real and tremendously exciting, better than any experience she had ever had. She forgot where she was, the only thing important now was that she devour Evelyn's cunt with her mouth, to suck in the hair-lined lips as her tongue slipped easily inside the smooth cuntal walls and licked feverishly. Her chin rested on Evelyn's clit and as her mouth moved it sent ecstatic thrills through Evelyn's loins. They both wanted to scream out with pleasure, to urge the other on to suck harder.

Christine's belly jerked involuntarily as the first spasms of orgasm began to build in her. Her quick tongue began to saw in and out of Evelyn's hungrily clasping cunt and it seemed to grow longer and thicker as she strove mightily to fill the pulsing pussy with her mouth-flesh. Her eyes were wide open and staring at Evelyn's puckered anus. The hairless little orifice seemed almost to be beckoning to her, and she pulled Evelyn's cheeks wider apart. As she began to trace a circle around the tightly clenched anus, she felt Evelyn's hands doing the same thing to her and the pleasure increased.

Pulling her finger away for a moment, the dark-haired teenager sucked it into her avid mouth and moistened it. Then, bringing it back to Evelyn's rectum, she started to push the extended middle finger slowly past the ragged flesh and watched it disappear a fraction of an inch at a time. With a sudden thrust, she sank the digit to the knuckle as her own anus was invaded by Evelyn's probing finger. For a second it took her breath away and her tongue stopped its in and out plunging. Then, just as quickly she felt warm and comfortable and she relaxed her taut body once more.

From somewhere off in the distance, Christine could hear John's voice urging them on. She needed no encouragement, however, and her tongue and finger continued to rhythmically plunge in and out of the twin orifices. She could tell that Evelyn was enjoying this as much as she was, and Christine wanted to prolong their pleasure for as long as possible.

Suddenly, she knew that her climax was coming quickly. She was caught up in the hot passion that surged through her loins . Extraordinary flashes of pleasure surged through her, making her tremble with the wonder of it. Just when she thought she could stand no more of the delicious anticipation of the pleasure to come, her whole lower body seemed to explode in wave after wave of joyous spasms, and she almost fainted with pleasure. She could feel Evelyn cumming too, and Christine drove her tongue and finger into her friend's pussy and rectum with greater urgency.

Suddenly, she felt Evelyn's body pulling away from her, and she opened her eyes to see John's hard-muscled arms around Evelyn's waist, pulling her upward as the girl moaned in the anguish of her interrupted climax. Christine could not believe what was happening, even when she felt her own legs being pulled apart as Glenn's naked body came between them, his massive lust-swollen cock poised just inches from her still-jerking cunt. Frantically, Christine's arms reached up and her fingers dug into the flesh of Glenn's hips, desperately trying to pull him toward her.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH! FUCK ME! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE!" Christine screamed at him, her mind flooded with an insane anger at having Evelyn's mouth pulled away from her pussy. She could see Glenn's leering face above her, his lips pulled back to expose his white teeth. Oh, God, she thought, how can he be so cruel!

"You bastard! Put your cock into me! NOW! OH GOD! FUCK MEEEE!" She brought her legs up and locked them around Glenn's back, feverishly trying to bring their bodies closer together. Then, just as she felt the salty tears of frustration course down her cheeks, Glenn lunged forward and his hugely swollen cock-head lodged between her cuntal lips, resting there for a moment as if to gather strength for the next thrust. Christine squirmed upward, her cunt hungrily contracting with anticipation as the spasms of climax raced through her. Her eyes looked down her body at the huge fleshy shaft about to penetrate her willing pussy. Suddenly, she felt the pussy lips part and a tremendous pressure build up in her loins as Glenn's wonderfully swollen cock began its thrilling descent into her. She felt as if she were going to split in two as the massive purplish head disappeared into her flesh. Christine fought to screw her body onto the thick column.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! MORE! JIMMY! GET IT ALL THE WAY IN! PLEASE!" She could hear her voice pleading with Glenn, but it could have come from someone else. Nothing mattered except that that wonderful organ push into her and begin its rhythmic movements.

Glenn's lust-engorged cock began to move again, plunging forward as it filled her heated pussy with flesh and with pleasure. Christine was almost crazy with lust as her eyes glazed, and little animal sounds came from her mouth as the massive cock plowed on. The ragged edges of pink flesh around her tightly clasping pussy turned inward as his gigantic organ suddenly reached its limit and his balls slapped noisily against Christine's upturned asscheeks. Glenn's body had come down and his mouth found hers as his arms went around and under her, his strong hands pulling her asscheeks up in a last desperate attempt to force more of the huge prick into her steamy cunt.

Without a word passing between them, Christine's body relaxed as Glenn slowly withdrew the swollen cock from her pussy until only the huge knob remained inside. Then, he began to slide it in again as he thrust his body forward.

"FUCK ME! JIMMY! FUCK ME HARD!" Christine pleaded, feeling the staff plunge into her again. She thought she would die with the ecstasy of his hot flesh burying itself in her. In and out the piston-like cock went, rekindling her dying orgasm as she cried out for release. The exquisite sensations were no longer just centered in her lower body. Every part of her was filled to overflowing with the delicious lust she was experiencing. Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her sensitive nipples, hardened with passion, buried themselves in his flesh. Some primitive instinct told her that his sperm was soon to be released within her.

"NOT YET! PLEASE! MAKE IT LAST FOREVER, JIMMY!" Christine pleaded.

Try as he might, Glenn could not control the white hot sperm that was building in his balls, crying for release as Christine's pussy hungrily sucked in his swollen cock. He felt his boiling sperm begin its journey up through the passage in his organ. Suddenly, his body grew rigid and the explosions began. The tip of his penis dilated as the first gush of sticky cum shot out into her cunt, followed by more massive spurts of his molten male fluid.

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Christine screamed, her body on fire as the cum spurted into her pulsating cunt. It felt as if the potent white fluid were shooting straight through her. For the second time in the space of a few minutes she felt her body experiencing the rapture of climax, this time stronger than before, more intense. It was pure ecstasy and she nursed the spasms along to prolong them, her belly jerking wildly as the fingers of joy went through her.

"I'MMMM CUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG!" she cried out, oblivious to the whole world, concentrating only on the flashes of delicious pleasure she felt.

Then, just as suddenly as the pleasure of climax had come, it was over. Christine's body went limp and her legs uncoiled from Glenn's back and fell onto the rug as Glenn rolled off her and lay panting with satisfaction.

From somewhere in the darkened room, Christine could hear the sound of Evelyn's voice pleading to be fucked just once more.


John told the sex-exhausted trio to take a few minutes rest while he checked the lighting equipment and reloaded the camera. He was feeling smug and self-confident about the way things were going, and he needed time to plan his next move. There was a danger, of course, that he could push the two girls and Glenn too far, but he really didn't think so. They were trapped now, in much too deep to balk at any instructions he might give them. If there were any danger, the static would come from Glenn, and John was confident that he could take care of any problems from that direction. He knew that Glenn needed money badly to stay in school and to make the payments on his expensive convertible. John knew Glenn well enough to know that his financial problems would overcome any scruples he might have.

As he pretended to make adjustments to the lights, John watched Christine. She was sprawled out on the rug with Evelyn and Glenn, her legs open wide and her pussy fully exposed. By God, he thought, she's about the hottest thing he had ever encountered! And by far the most attractive! John could hardly believe how easy it had been to persuade her to perform in front of the camera. After the first few minutes of filming it had become apparent to him that she was a real exhibitionist. Whatever qualms she might have otherwise had, once the camera began to roll, she lost all of her inhibitions and performed like a veteran.

Evelyn's motives were much less complex, he thought. With her it was probably just a case of an over-developed sex drive. Like most people who lived by their wits, John was usually accurate in his assessment of people. Everyone thought that things came easy for him. On the surface that might seem to be true, but he knew that his schemes required a hell of a lot more hard work than people appreciated.

"Hey, John! Let's get this show on the road!" Evelyn called out. The previous activities had only whetted her appetite for more sex, and her moist pussy was starting to burn with desire again.

"Be ready in a minute," John replied. "I want to make sure that everything is okay!" It gave him a feeling of great power to be able to control the actions of other people, and he wanted to prolong Evelyn's waiting as long as possible. He watched as the eager blonde-haired girl fondled Glenn's limp cock, trying to nurse it to an erection. Christine seemed to be oblivious to Glenn and Evelyn. She just lay there with her eyes closed, her breathing regular again.

John walked into the circle of light and stood over them. "Wake up, Christine. We're about ready to go!" She opened her eyes and smiled up at him instantly, totally unaware of what John had planned for her.

"In this scene, I want to do another oral bit. But this time I'm going to play opposite you." John watched Christine's eyes widen as she began to understand what he was saying. Her mouth opened but no words came out. "Remember, this film is about the sex fantasies of a young girl and according to Freud, we all have an oral fixation to some degree!" He spoke slowly and confidently, sure that any objections she might have would be quickly overcome once the filming began. "I want you to start by playing with my cock. Then, once it's good and hard, I want you to bend over as if you're examining it very closely. I'll show you what to do as we go along!"

Christine was stunned by his words. It had seemed so natural with Evelyn, but this was something else. She tried to remember the look on the face of the young girl in the film John had shown them as her mouth had devoured the man's huge erection. She wanted to say no to John, to run out of the room and hide from his grinning face. She couldn't possibly go through with this!

"Oh, wow!" Evelyn said, her voice excited. "What do I do in this scene?"

You're going to watch this time," John told her, smiling as a look of extreme disappointment crossed her face. He was enjoying this. "You and Glenn have to make sure the camera keeps running."

"I thought it was automatic?" Glenn asked.

"It is. But sometimes it slips a sprocket and shuts off. This is one of the most important scenes and I don't want to take any chances!" John liked smoothly. You'll do what I tell you, Glenn, and no arguments! his mind said silently. "Come on, I'll show you how this thing operates."

Christine watched as John positioned Glenn and Evelyn behind the camera and showed them how to operate it. She knew that this would be the last chance for her to leave, and she tried to force herself to get up. Her body refused to obey her mind's instructions. She was unable to control the thoughts that raced through her brain as it swung wildly between revulsion and fascination at what she was about to do. She could see the faces of her disapproving parents, pleading with her to leave while she had the chance. Then, suddenly and inexplicably, she became perfectly calm, and she knew that she would go through with it. She heard the sound of the camera running and, irrationally, she wondered if she looked all right.

John lay down on the rug next to her, stretching his body out full length. "Everything okay, Christine?" he asked her, his voice soothing.

Christine nodded and sat up. There was no hesitation in her as she bent over John's reclining figure and stared down at the limp, but still large male organ. Her slender fingers came down and went under the warm penis. It seemed huge to her, even in repose. She closed her hand around it and pulled gently back toward his pubic hair. As she did so, the foreskin moved away to reveal the thick rubbery head, purplish and swollen. She could feel the residue of his sticky white cum and Evelyn's vaginal juices where they had dried. It was exciting to her to watch the thick, rope- like veins pulse as blood flowed into the hot flesh and it began to swell. Christine stole a quick glance at John's face, hoping that he was watching her. His arms were folded under his head, raising it slightly, and he was staring at her face rather than at her fondling hand. They smiled at each other, as if sharing some lewd secret.

Christine's hand began to work faster as the lust-engorged cock grew larger. My God, she thought to herself, how much bigger is it going to get? Her fingers were being forced apart as the flesh seemed to expand in length and circumference. Christine's face came closer to the now throbbing instrument of pleasure, her tongue wetting her red lips as they dried from the heat of the lights. Now she could see the tiny slit in the tip of the purple knob, almost too small, she thought, to allow such torrents of the sticky white-hot cum that would soon flow out. She bent down still further until her face was only inches away from his pulsating maleness. My God, she thought nervously, how can I ever get this huge thing into my mouth?!

"Okay, Christine! Now pretend you're examining it closely," John said suddenly. "And remember... this is supposed to be a dream sequence, so don't make any sudden moves!"

Almost as if in a trance, Christine's other hand cupped John's lust-swollen twin sacs in her long fingers, marveling at how heavy they seemed to be. Her other hand was closed around the jutting, erect penis, squeezing it softly. She could feel her loins begin to burn with desire as her eyes hypnotically stared at the massive column of flesh in her hand. Her head came down slowly until it was almost touching the hot flesh, and her lips opened slightly in wonder and passion. The throbbing cock seemed gigantic at this distance, and Christine prayed silently that she could stretch her mouth open wide enough to take in at least the huge purple knob.

There was a faint, not unpleasant, odor rising from John's loins and Christine wondered if it was from the mixture of his cum and Evelyn's juices. As she began an insistent stroking of the penis with an up-and-down motion, she saw a drop of semen emerge from the slit in the knob. Without thinking about what she was doing, her tongue darted out and touched the spot. Then it began a lazy licking around the head. She flattened her tongue as it moved downward, moistening it to make it slide easier on the heated flesh. The image of the young girl licking the lollipop in the movie flashed through her mind, and she began to lick faster.

"Oh, Jesus! That's good! Keep it up!" John's voice sounded pleased and excited as she licked up and down the massively swollen organ.

Christine was excited too, more excited than she had ever been before. It seemed perfectly natural to her that she should be bent over the reclining John, her tongue running obscenely up and down his lust-engorged prick. Her body began to tire from the awkward position it was in, so she quickly moved up and around until she was kneeling between his widespread legs. Without warning, his hands came out from under his head and fixed her head between them, guiding it until it was poised just over his pulsing cock.

Christine withdrew her tongue from the heated organ and opened her mouth as wide as she could, wild to have the huge thing in her mouth. She felt John's hands pulling her downward and her lips made the first contact with his flesh as the purple knob forced it's way past them and came to rest inside her warm oral cavity. Then she felt her mouth being stretched wide - wider than she thought possible - as the massive column pushed further toward the back of her protesting throat. She wanted to gag from the fullness of her mouth, and her saliva covered the male flesh pressing into her. She felt her jaws expand as the intrusion continued, and she once again flattened her tongue to make the entry easier. Just when she thought that she could take no more, it stopped and her chin came to rest against her hand which still tightly grasped the base of the awful intruding penis.

Slowly and rhythmically, she felt John guiding her head up and down over the throbbing hot flesh, and her tongue began to make tentative little forays around it's thick knob, running the tongue-tip around the base of the knob and finding the small morsels of dried cum which tasted so delicious to her. She could hear John moaning with pleasure as the tempo of her tongue increased, and it added to the excitement she felt. Her jaw was relaxed now, and she could take the massive organ in without pain. Without any conscious thought, she began to set a steady rhythm to her movements, her flashing tongue sucking greedily at the hot flesh as her head bobbed up and down.

As the gigantic penis withdrew from her hot mouth, Christine's tongue swirled around and around the still-expanding organ, her lips contracting to milk it's juices upward. Then, as her head came down, she hungrily sucked in the swollen staff, moaning happily as it slid smoothly through the saliva-soaked oral cavity and came to rest at the back of her throat. It seemed as if all the pleasures in the world were centered in this huge instrument, pulsing and throbbing as it entered and left her excited mouth, tempting and teasing her to unbelievable heights of joy as it sawed in and out.

John's hands were resting lightly on her ears following rather than guiding her movements. She felt his lower body arch up to meet her downward thrusts, and he groaned with pleasure as her flashing tongue sucked the life out of him. He tried to control the pressures building in his balls as the white-hot cum signaled that it would soon explode from the dilated tip of his cock. He wanted to prolong this exquisite joy forever. He felt the life-fluid building it seemed to swell his already huge cock even more and it fought for release.

Faster, baby! Suck me fasterrr!" he screamed as he felt himself sucked voraciously into the warm hole between Christine's contracting and expanding lips.

Christine's pussy was on fire, and she knew that she was going to climax too. She lifted one leg and brought it down over John's leg, her knees closing on each side of it as her pussy came down on his flesh, forcing apart her moist vaginal lips and pressing her rigid clit downward until it was buried in his firm flesh. As her head and mouth continued the insane sucking, she began to rapidly rub her cunt backwards and forward. feeling fingers of pleasure shoot through her loins as the climax built within her. She knew that her fluids were flowing out of her hungrily clasping pussy and running down John's leg, and she moved faster and faster. It was beautiful, unbelievably so. Nothing in her past life could have prepared her for the immense waves of joy that swept over her as her mouth and pussy obscenely worked on.

Suddenly she felt John stiffen as his cock rested just inside her tightly clasped lips. She knew that he was about to cum, and she held the iron-hard staff where it was for a second, waiting for the explosion of cum that she knew was about to follow. Then, she thrust her mouth downward, relaxing her jaws and cupping her tongue to receive the male fluid. It shot out in a white-hot burst as her own spasms of delight began to rock her belly. The first delicious explosion was followed again and again by gushes of the sticky white cum that seemed to be inexhaustible. The dark-haired teenage girl held the creamy sperm in her mouth for a moment, savoring it before beginning to swallow mightily.

As the last drops began to ooze from the sensitive tip of his mighty cock, Christine silently begged for more of the delicious fluid. Her frantic tongue forced it's way into the dilated tip, searching out the last drop, and her hungry mouth continued to suck greedily at his flesh. She was moaning and little animal sounds came from her throat, cat-like and pleading for more of the sticky cum. She could feel her pussy contracting as the last spasms of orgasm subsided within her. Unwilling to believe it was over, she began to suck harder at the slowly subsiding penis within her feverish mouth, coaxing the few remaining drops of cum from around the ridge of his knob-head. Tears of happiness ran from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks as she collapsed on the rug, still nibbling at the flaccid flesh between her red lips.

Evelyn was almost out of her mind with lust as she watched Christine's mouth devouring John's huge blood-swollen cock. At first she had refused to believe that the massive cock could possibly enter her friend's mouth. It seemed too large for the young girl's distended jaws. Then, as the awful organ seemed to disappear between the hungry lips. Evelyn felt the burning in the pit of her stomach begin. Involuntarily, she pushed her thighs together and felt her warm vaginal lips close and a thrill of pleasure begin in the moist folds of flesh. Eyes wide-open and staring in disbelief, she watched with mounting excitement as Christine sucked frantically at the lust-swollen cock.

When Christine collapsed with John's limp cock still in her mouth, Evelyn could contain herself no longer. She ran from behind the camera and threw herself down on the rug, her cunt flaming with desire. She had to have this beautiful cock inside her burning pussy, just as it had been within the warm mouth of her friend. Pushing Christine aside, Evelyn spread her legs wide apart and lowered her body over the stretched-out figure of John. She reached between her thighs and pulled her hair-lined vaginal lips apart as she came down, resting the moist flesh directly on John's spent cock.

Squatting Indian-fashion on her heels, she began a feverish back-and- forth motion, praying for the organ to respond to her frantic body manipulations. John opened his eyes and looked up at her as she came down on his body, surprised at the naked lust her eyes displayed. She was almost drooling as she pleaded with him to fuck her. Evelyn's full, pink- tipped breasts swung invitingly over him as she squirmed her hot wet pussy down on his glistening cock.

Despite himself, John felt the first faint stirrings in his cock at the thought of Evelyn's wild and lewd gyrations over him. Her frantic cunt was almost sucking his limp member up into her.

"FUCK ME!" Evelyn screamed down at him. "DAMNIT. FUCCCCKKKK MEEEEEE!"

John's exhausted cock began to harden a little as the wet pussy urged it on. Crazily, Evelyn sensed the quickening in his loins and began to work harder. Her lubricating juices were flowing profusely, the hot flesh inside her cunt like silk as it glided obscenely back and forth over his rapidly swelling organ. John watched with awe as his penis began to grow, slowly at first, almost imperceptibly, then faster and faster as Evelyn's lewd entreaties assailed his ears. Before it was even half of it's fully- erect size, Evelyn reached down and slid her hot hand between his cock and her wet pussy. With one quick motion she lifted her body slightly and grasped the organ with one hand. John felt the warmth of her heated cunt slip over it as her body came down again.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Evelyn moaned with pleasure as the penis filled her belly. Her upper body came down on John's chest, her rigid nipples pressing into him as she began to pump up and down on his swelling cock.

"SCREW MEEEE!" Evelyn begged as her panting mouth closed on his and her tongue began a wet search for his oral instrument. "OOOHHH GOOOOODDDD!"

Glenn was shocked by Evelyn's actions. It had happened so quickly that he had no chance to stop her. He remained by the camera, staring intently at the obscene Evelyn squatting over the body on the rug, her lewd words exciting him as John's cock disappeared into her pussy and she began her frantic pumping movements. He could tell by the whirring sound that the camera was still running, and he knew that John would be pleased that he was capturing Evelyn's actions on film. He continued to watch as John's throbbing penis grew larger with the rhythmic pumping of Evelyn's body.

Fascinated by the scene, the dark-haired youth began to move closer to them, and his body came to rest only a few feet away. He could see Evelyn's flesh-filled pussy with perfect clarity. The pink, ragged edges of her tender flesh were clasped tightly around John's blood-swollen cock, pulling inwardly as she sucked the huge organ in, only to appear again as it slid smoothly out. Their pubic hair seemed to be soaked with perspiration, cum, and the vaginal juices of the excited girl. As their bodies came together he could hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh in resounding smacks.

Just between Evelyn's smooth round asscheeks, Glenn could see her naked and puckered little anus and it drew him closer. Glancing nervously over at Christine, he put his hands on Evelyn's cheeks and pulled them apart to get a better view of the hairless orifice. His own cock was pounding against his thigh, pulsing with fast-racing blood and crying out for release. Christine moved her body closer, too, and the two of them watched excitedly as Glenn dropped one of his hands and ran it over Evelyn's cum-soaked pussy, his fingers neatly dodging the rampaging cock of his friend as it rammed into her moist cunt.

Almost without thinking about what he was doing, Glenn rubbed the juices from his hand onto his own swollen prick, spreading them lovingly over the tip and huge shaft. Then, moving up so that his cock was poised between Evelyn's asscheeks, he turned to Christine.

"Help me, baby!" he said softly, pulling the smooth globular asscheeks apart with his strong hands.

Christine 's heart was racing with lewd excitement as she moved closer to Glenn's body and prepared to help him violate her best friend's anus. Without waiting for any instructions, she grasped Glenn's cum-soaked penis and guided it up to the tiny hole. Evelyn's violent bucking motions made it difficult, but Glenn suddenly pressed down hard with his hands and held Evelyn still for a moment. Evelyn turned her head in surprise to see Glenn kneeling behind her and Christine next to him. Then she felt the first probing pressure against her rectum and realized what was happening

"No, Glenn! Please don't!" she begged, afraid that his massive cock would split her in two. Her tiny rectal opening contracted with fear as the pressure increased. As the head of Glenn's penis pushed forward, unbelievably painful sensations shot through her lower back.

Sweat broke out on Glenn's forehead as he sought to penetrate the hairless orifice with his pulsing cock. Christine's fingers were urging him on, pushing the organ forward as it struggled to press in. Her anus was so tight that it brought pain to his cock's sensitive head.

"AAAGGGGHHHH! NOOOO! PLEEAAASSSSSEEE!" Evelyn cried out, her voice growing louder as the pressure at her back built up agonizingly.

John had realized what was happening and he tried to help Glenn by holding the frightened Evelyn tightly. His hands were like iron as they fought to keep her still.

Suddenly, the tight elastic anal ring muscle popped over the head of Glenn's swollen cock and it slipped into the wiggling girl's rectum. Inch by inch it wormed it's way up into the dark depths of her ass.

The pain was unbearable for Evelyn and she was overwhelmed with sharp, burning fingers of agony exploding up her back and into her rectum. She screamed with each hot inch that bored into her.

Slowly, with Christine still holding his cock tightly in her hand, Glenn began to fuck in and out of Evelyn's sodomized anus, each thrust widening the strained elastic channel and easing his movements.

As Glenn thrust forward, John began to fuck in and out of Evelyn's pussy, feeling the other invading penis through the thin wall of membrane that separated Evelyn's pussy and rectum.

Evelyn relaxed as much as she could, praying for the end of this awful burning pain. Never in her life had she imagined such torment. Her cries went unheeded as Glenn and John continued to thrust their swollen cocks into her.

Then, strangely, just as the monstrous agony was at it's height, Evelyn involuntarily surrendered to it... bit by bit... and a new and foreign feeling started to wash over her ravished young body. Out of the pain and shock of the brutal anal-rape came an entirely new feeling, a faint resumption of the previous lust she had felt as her heated pussy closed over John's cock. One moment there was the awful pain - the next moment it began to feel as if her body were melting, consumed by waves of pleasure that made the twin-thrusting cocks seem welcome.

Both boys felt the change in Evelyn and quickened the tempo of their lunging organs. Excited by what was happening before her eyes, Christine reached down with her free hand and encircled John's lust-swollen prick. It was almost as if the four bodies were now joined together in some invisible bond.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Evelyn moaned with pleasure. She was trying to coordinate the movements of her body so that both cocks would fill her twin crevices at the same time. She felt Glenn's balls smack against her lower thighs as he rammed home the massive erection. She was in heaven, with white-hot flashes of pleasure surging through her, making her tremble with the wonder of it. Rockets of delight exploded through her body sending great waves of joy to every nerve.

"OOOOHHHHHH YEEESSSSSSS! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!" she screamed.

"AH... AHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHH!" Glenn responded, feeling himself about to shoot his hotly raging load of sperm far up into Evelyn's belly. He tried to withhold the flaming-hot cum for another minute, he wanted to fuck the churning rectum for as long as he could. Suddenly, he was seized by convulsive spasms of pleasure as his wildly jerking penis emptied itself in a seemingly never-ending torrent.

As the spewing cock in her rectum shot the hot fluid into her, Evelyn was assaulted by the jerking spurts of thick white cum from the huge cock impaling her pussy. She could feel the boiling river of lava-like cum gush into her anal and cuntal passages at the same time, and she felt wanton and giddy as the exquisite orgasms shook her again and again. It was wonderful - all the pain of Glenn's first entry had disappeared in a star-burst of joy and lewd pleasure.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she cried out, her asscheeks wiggling in an obscene dance of love. "I'mm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" the overwhelmed blonde-haired girl screamed, writhing and bucking on the two impaling cocks.

The two cocks of the excited young men continued to spew out the sticky hot cum as they relaxed their thrusts and finally came to rest, the four bodies entwined in a jumbled heap on the cum-soaked rug.


Christine lay naked on the edge of the bathtub and did her nails while Evelyn lay in the steaming hot water, covered with foamy piles of bubbles. It had only been two days since Glenn and John had packed up the camera and lighting equipment and left for San Diego, but both girls were already anxious for their return.

"A penny for your thoughts!" Evelyn said to her friend, brushing away a pile of bubbles that obscured her full breasts as she spoke. She was content and happy, although there was still some discomfort in her lower back from that last day's frantic lovemaking. Soaking in hot water had seemed to help, and she hoped that she would be ready for Glenn when he came back.

Christine looked down at Evelyn and smiled at how young and vulnerable her friend looked. Only part of her body and her face were visible. With her long hair pinned in a bun on top, and without makeup, Evelyn could have passed for much younger than her sixteen years. There was no hint on her innocent face of the naked lust that had transfixed her features when she had thrown herself on John's body.

"Oh, I was just wondering if my parents are going to be able to see the change in me," Christine replied, blushing a little at how much she had experienced in the few days they had been at they're going to take one look at me and know!"

Evelyn laughed at her friend's apprehensions. She had had the same worry when Glenn had taken her virginity. For several days she had avoided her mother, believing that her new condition would be obvious to everyone. And surprisingly, her mother had known! Her only comment had been a cryptic warning not to "let anything happen!" Evelyn had no intention of becoming pregnant, if that was what her mother meant.

"You worry too much, honey!" Evelyn said confidently. "Think how much you'd be missing if it hadn't happened!"

Christine finished her nails and stood up, waving her slender hands through the air to make the polish dry faster. As she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror she began to giggle at how ridiculous she looked, flapping like a bird. Evelyn joined in the laughter as Christine began a slow parody of a hula-girl, sensuously moving her naked hips in an exaggerated series of rolling motions and ending in an obscene bump-and- grind. They were both laughing hysterically as she finished the dance and collapsed on the toilet seat, her long beautiful legs stretched before her and her breasts and stomach quivering with the paroxysmal guffaws. The telephone suddenly rang. Still giggling, Christine forced herself up from the seat and went to the bedside phone. She waited a few seconds for her giggling to stop and then picked it up.

"Hello."

"Evelyn? What the hell have you been up to?" It was an angry male voice at the other end of the line, a voice that Christine could not identify. The ominous voice frightened her.

"This is Christine... uh... Sandra Davenport, that is! Did you... uh... did you want to speak with Evelyn?" A cold chill ran down her naked spine.

"Damnit! Put Evelyn on," the angry voice replied, "and hurry it up, will you?"

Christine carefully laid the telephone receiver down on the table and walked back toward the bathroom. She wondered who the angry man was. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she could not for the life of her think who it might be. She wanted to believe that it was just John or Glenn playing a joke on them, but something told her that it was far more serious.

"Who is it, Christine?" Evelyn called out to her as she neared the bathroom door. Christine could see that Evelyn was out of the tub, her heat-pinkened body partially wrapped in a large white bath towel.

"I don't know!" Christine replied, her voice full of puzzlement. "It's a man and he wants to talk to you! He sounds awfully mad about something... he almost took my ear off!"

Evelyn's smile disappeared immediately, to be replaced by a look of apprehension. "Wants to talk to me?" she asked. "It must be Glenn playing some sort of joke!"

"No, I don't think so! You'd better answer it, Evelyn!"

Evelyn went past her friend and into the bedroom, her feet leaving wet footprints on the plush carpet. She stood next to the telephone for a moment as if summoning up courage and then picked it up.

"Hello... this is Evelyn."

Christine watched the color drain from Evelyn's face as the voice began to come out of the telephone in an indistinct jumble of angry words. The towel slipped from her shoulders and one hand went to her breast as Evelyn sat there on the bed, her head nodding silently as the voice assaulted her ears. It seemed to go on for ever, but finally, Christine heard Evelyn mumble something and drop the phone heavily onto its base.

"For God's sake, Evelyn! Who was it?" Christine asked, terrified at the change in her friend. Evelyn's mouth opened but no words came out. She seemed to be gasping for breath.

"Evelyn, what is it?" Christine repeated, trying to make her voice firm.

'That was my father!" Evelyn moaned. "John and Glenn tried to blackmail him with the... the film they took! Oh, my God! What am I going to do?"

Christine could only stand there, shocked by the words that came out of her friend's mouth. They were awful, horrible words, and she wanted to shut her ears against them. How could John and Glenn have done this? What possible need for money could they have that would make them do something this terrible? It was like some insane nightmare, Christine told herself, as she heard Evelyn beginning to sob loudly.

"Oh, Christine! What am I going to do?" Evelyn repeated through her tears.

"Calm down a minute, Evelyn!" Christine said, forcing herself to speak with authority. She sensed that Evelyn was close to hysterics and she needed to know all of the details. "What else did your father say? Did he pay them?"

"Oh, I don't know... no, he didn't!" Evelyn's voice was rising. "He called a friend of his on the police force and... and the man made them give him all of the prints and the negatives!" The terrified girl was shaking as she tried to continue. "I'll just die, Christine! I know I will! To think of my... my father, watching me do all those awful things!"

What about my parents? Christine could not bring herself to verbalize the terrible question. She wanted to kill Glenn and John Stone! She could have happily done it herself if they were here and she somehow had the means to punish them for the rotten thing they had done.

Evelyn suddenly jumped to her feet, her body naked and ashen-white as the towel dropped to the floor. "I've got to get to my mother before he does!" she cried out, and she ran to the dresser and pulled out a drawer, searching for clothing to put on. Evelyn remembered her mother telling her that she would be at a friend's home in Las Vegas for a few days. If she could only get to her before her father did, she could make everything all right again! Her mother would protect her, she just had to! Quickly she pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater.

"What about me?" Christine asked. "Did your father say what he was going to do? What if he calls my parents?"

Evelyn bent down to slip into a pair of tennis shoes, her long hair falling wildly around her shoulders. She didn't even bother to look up as she answered Christine. "How could he? He doesn't even know who you are!" She stood up and almost ran to the bedroom door and threw it open. "I've got to find my mother and try to explain things to her," Evelyn called out over her shoulder as she disappeared into the front room.

Christine ran after her, afraid of being left alone in the lodge.

"Wait for me, Evelyn! I'll go with you! Wait for me to get dressed."

Evelyn was already at the front door, but she stopped and turned around to face her friend. Her hands were fluttering nervously as she spoke. "No! You stay here in case my mom shows up!" She could see that Christine was on the verge of hysterics herself, and she tried to reassure her. "She's the only one who can handle my father! I'll make her see that she's got to protect us from him! Please, Christine! You've got to stay in case she comes!" Evelyn was pleading with her friend now, afraid that she might refuse. "I'll call you from Las Vegas if I find her. If she shows up here, don't tell her anything! Just make sure she stays! Please!"

Christine tried to think of what she should do. It did make sense for one of them to be here if Evelyn's mother arrived. She was their only hope now. From what Evelyn had told her of her divorced father, he had an insane temper and might be capable of anything. She nodded silently at Evelyn.

"Thanks, Christine. I won't forget this! And I promise to call you as soon as I find her. Okay?" Without waiting for an answer she ran out of the house.

Christine heard the sound of the car motor roar to life and a screeching of the tires as the car backed around and drove down the gravel road at a great speed. Slowly, almost in a trance Christine walked to the front door and pulled it closed. Then, she rushed back into the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed, her naked body wracked with great sobs.


It was several hours later when the sound of the car door closing awakened Christine. She sat up with a start, the memories of her tortured nightmares still fresh in her mind. For a moment she listened for some identifiable sound. Then. her fevered body went clammy as she heard the crunch of footsteps outside the lodge. She got up from the bed quickly and raced to the window to pull the drapes apart in the hope of seeing who it was coming. Outside it was dark and she realized that she must have slept for hours. She could see the shape of a car but could not identify it. It must be Evelyn's mother, she thought to herself. She raced back to the bed and pulled on a bathrobe. Running her hands through her tangled short hair to try and straighten it, she went into the front room just in time to see the door open and a figure step inside.

It was the stranger from the cove! Christine almost fainted as the memories of that fateful morning came back to her. The man stood by the door, smiling at her expectantly, as if waiting for a fond greeting. This time he was dressed in an expensive sportcoat and slacks.

"What... what are you doing here?" Christine asked in a terrified voice, clutching her bathrobe tightly at her throat.

"That's hardly the warmest welcome an old friend has ever had, is it, Christine?" the man said with a grin. He pulled off his coat and threw it casually onto a chair.

"Who... who are you?" Christine asked. "And how do you know my name?" Despite herself, Christine felt a warm glow begin to spread through her loins as she thought back to how masterfully and pleasurably the man standing before her had taken her virginity. God, she thought, I must be depraved to be thinking about sex after everything that's happened.

"Oh, I know quite a lot about you, Christine!" the stranger said smoothly, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it by his discarded coat. His chest muscles were brown and hard, and he flexed them unconsciously.

Christine's eyes became aware of the bulge in the stranger's pants as his cock strained against the thin material of his trousers. It was awful, she knew, but she remembered with absolute clarity how forcefully that massive lust-swollen cock had brought her to her first wonderful orgasm. Without realizing it, her hands relaxed their grip on the bathrobe and it fell gently open to reveal her smooth breasts and inviting pubic mound. She could see her pink nipples harden under the man's searching gaze. She wanted to scream at the man to leave her alone but her voice refused to obey. She watched in horror as he kicked off his shoes and began to unzip his fly, smiling at her the whole time.

Finally she found her voice. "I've got friends who are coming back at any minute," she lied. "You've got to leave now!"

The stranger let his pants fall down around his feet, and Christine could see the massively swollen cock through his shorts. It was upright and bulging, and it seemed much larger than she remembered when it had pumped in and out of her steaming pussy that morning.

"I know all about your friends," the man announced smugly. "Evelyn is with her mother in Las Vegas and neither of them will be back for at least a week! We've got the lodge all to ourselves!" As he spoke he pulled off the shorts and his erection majestically sprung away, huge and throbbing, the purple head glistening in anticipation.

The stranger came toward her and began to remove the bathrobe gently . Christine's pussy was burning with desire now as she felt the heat from the man's pulsing cock so near her. She wanted to pull away but something held her rooted to the spot as the man's hands came up and began to caress her full breasts. Spasms of delight were shooting through her as his skillful hands went around her waist and pulled her toward his naked body. She knew she was lost in the exquisite limbo of sexual pleasure, unable and unwilling to lose this change to quench the burning flames of her mad desire.

"Who are you?" Christine asked again, "and how do you know Evelyn?"

For a moment the stranger held her still, then his handsome face exploded in a wide grin and he spoke.

"I thought you might have guessed by now! This is my lodge!" He paused for a moment to let the words sink in, "I'm Evelyn s father!"

As the man 's strong hands went to her shoulders and began gently to push her down, Christine surrendered to the wonderful lust that was consuming her. She knelt before his hard-muscled body and marveled at the gigantic size of the throbbing organ just in front of her face.

Slowly and lovingly, her slender hand came out to encircle the lust- engorged staff as her red lips parted and began to close obscenely on the sweet flesh. She knew at last that she was a woman!



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