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

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

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 w