Chapter 1

Frank Larkin hurried home quickly. Things were going his way at last. It was hard to believe, but the little beauty was actually coming. For once his boldness would result in success rather than flight. It was about time, too, after so many years of waiting.

Jennifer Roberts, the girl he had been after for months, was finally going to throw herself into his clutches. It seemed impossible, but Frank was not about to doubt his good fortune. No, he would exploit this situation to the fullest, just as he always did.

Home wasn't much, Frank lamented as he walked through the unlocked front door. But nothing in Laneville was, not a thing, with the exception of Jennifer. It was as if the town owed him a break, a release from all those months of boredom and frustration.

For a man like Frank Larkin, Laneville was bound to be a letdown. After the big city, its forty thousand inhabitants must have seemed rather pathetic in both their number and type, dumb, inexperienced, narrow-minded country clowns. There wasn't a blessed thing to do in that town as he was to discover after two weeks of residence.

Frank had come as a sales representative for an automobile parts plant. It happened that Laneville was in rather a strategic site for his company, more out of coincidence than any other factor. Somebody had to be assigned there and this time it had been Frank Larkin.

The assignment had originally been for two years, but Frank had managed to cut the sentence in half as a result of a series of importunate pleading telephone calls. Now he was almost sorry that his term was drawing to a close. With Jennifer coming to visit, who knew, he might well want to hang around for a couple of months.

Frank tidied up around the apartment for a few minutes, biding his time until Jenny arrived. It was still possible that she would back out on him and not show up at all, but he really didn't worry about it. He was undoubtedly the biggest thing that had ever hit her life.

Jennifer was the best-looking piece of ass in the whole town, despite her tender years. Looking at her, you wouldn't be likely to guess her correct age of fifteen, not if you were a man, anyway. Even the look in her big blue eyes seemed to indicate age and experience.

Frank was at a point where he could not worry about the age of his feminine companion. Things had been so rough in Laneville that he had been ready to go back to masturbation. He couldn't decide if it was the ugliness of the local women or their lack of availability.

He had tried, at first, but things had gone so bad in so many ways that the game had hardly been worth the candle. All that work, all those notes and assignations, all for nothing. As soon as he got into position to start something with a woman, there would be something in his way.

If it wasn't a jealous husband it was a suspicious brother and if it wasn't that, some purely accidental occurrence would torpedo the budding affair. It had been pretty disheartening at first but Frank had drawn in his flanks and waited patiently for his luck to change.

Now things were going to be altogether different. Jennifer would have been something, even in town. Out here she was the ultimate, the consummation of his fantasies. There wasn't a girl to touch her in a hundred miles, for looks, attitude or willingness.

Frank heard a knock at the door and actually found himself nervous. It was ridiculous he told himself. Here he was, an experienced man of thirty-two, afraid of a little backwoods slut, a girl half his age who had probably never seen a man naked before.

Jennifer walked boldly in and sat down without waiting for an invitation to do so. She was dressed well but as usual the heat and humidity had wilted her and her outfit. Still, childish wilfulness and all, the sight of her made Frank's blood boil.

"Want a drink?" he asked, trying to inject a note of gallantry into the heavy stifled atmosphere.

"Sure," Jenny answered. "But don't make it a warm beer. I want something I can feel. I had to lie like shit to get out of my house and you better treat me right. I don't have to stay if I don't want to."

"Go home if you want to," Frank snapped. "If you don't think you like my offer, maybe you've found something better. Go on, I don't need you around here."

"I'm sorry," Jennifer announced, trying to hide her contempt beneath a mask of childish humility. "It's just that you never make things clear."

"But I've told you just what we're going to do," Frank insisted. "When I get transferred out of here, I'm going to take you with me, all the way to Los Angeles."

"And you really know somebody who can get me into the movies?" she asked, forgetting to drop the suspicion this time, making herself obvious.

"Look, I told you, nobody's twisting your arm. What do you think, you're the only girl in this town?"

"The only one you can get anyway," she laughed. "I see you hanging around the bar every night."

That was too much for Frank to take. He leaped out of his chair and ran to where she was sitting, picking up Jennifer by both arms and propelling her toward the door. He stood there like an enraged tiger, breathing heavily and trying to control his temper.

Jennifer let him cool off for a few moments and then walked back into the room undaunted. She was not a stupid girl and knew that all the power was not on his side. She had been saving it up for a long time and now that she was giving it away, her cherry wasn't going cheap.

She picked up her drink and drained the rest of it at a single swallow. Looking over at Frank it was hard to know whether or not to trust him. He never gave anything away, just stared with those cold eyes. He still frightened her, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.

As soon as Frank finished his own drink he walked over to the record player and put on a record of dance music. He made a sarcastic bow toward Jennifer and helped her out of her seat, as if at a cotillion. She accepted the gesture with surprising grace, never losing her composure.

Frank took her in his arms and held the little bitch to his body. She felt great in his arms, better than she looked in that ridiculous dress. Despite his veneer of calm, Frank was afire with lust, dying to get into the little sexpot before his prick erupted in his pants.

He finished out the dance and then inclined his head toward hers, going directly for that red mouth. Jennifer accepted the kiss and then drew back, as if to let her lover admire her body. Her confidence was well-founded and Frank could not help but stare at her up and down.

What a body that bitch had! Tall, straight and strong, with a pair of tits that jutted out from her chest without need of a brassiere to preserve their firmness and shape. Nor did her charms end there, for Frank was hardly interested in her tits. It was the rest of her that sent his body into raptures of lustful anticipation.

Her skirt was short enough to give Frank a view of her legs, the best feature on the girl. They were long and shapely and voluptuous, ending in an ass that he would have sold his soul for. As it was, he was getting her for considerably less, for nothing if he could swing it right.

Frank looked his fill and then approached the girl directly, afraid that she would reject him if he didn't start to dominate their relationship from the beginning. That was important with any girl, particularly a wilful little bitch like Jennifer.

He kissed her again and this time the little sexpot could not help but react. She was hot to get laid herself and Frank really was the most attractive man she had met. Not up to the level of the stars who peopled her fantasies, but better than anything else in town.

He kissed the girl for a moment and then led her into his bedroom without another word. There was no need for an explanation for the terms of their bargain were quite clear and specific. A trip to Hollywood in return for certain services rendered. It was totally unambiguous, just the way Frank had intended.

Jennifer followed him more submissively than was her wont, feeling a little overwhelmed by what was happening to her. This wasn't at all like putting out for the boys out in the fields. This was one man who would not hold back on the final mystery.

Frank closed the door behind them and wasted no time in getting out of his clothing. He wanted either to undress Jennifer himself or watch her strip. It was imperative that he undress first. In two minutes he was stark naked and ready for the first act of the private floor show.

Jennifer stared at him timidly, her eyes zeroing in on his crotch as if guided by radar. His prick was already beginning to swell, growing into the biggest male organ she had ever seen. It was frightening and stimulating at the same time, confusing her completely.

She turned her eyes away from him and started shyly to strip. It was too late to back away and her instincts told the young beauty that she could protect herself only by submission, at least until she knew a little more about the game. She had never formulated it quite that way but the tacit principle had so far guided her life.

Frank watched with delight as she reached behind herself to unbutton her blouse. Jenny's fingers refused to work properly but the delay caused by her clumsiness only stimulated him more. There was nothing wrong with a little waiting when you knew you had a girl in your power.

Jennifer finally got her blouse open and laid it down on the chair. She got out of her skirt much more quickly and let it fall down around her knees. Now she was clad only in her lingerie, brassiere, panties and stockings, garments that would soon be off her splendid body.

Soon she was stark naked and Frank was able to get down to work. He took her by the hand and led the mute girl to the bed, his prick standing straight out before him, bouncing in the air in anticipation of cracking her cherry. It was only a matter of time.

Jennifer was suddenly aware that she was not quite ready to get laid. She decided to turn her lover on by other means, things she had done with the other boys, things that had turned them on. She dropped to her knees before Frank and wasted no time in taking his prick in her hands.

Frank was surprised by her action but not so much that he was caught unaware. The girl could fool around all she liked. He had nothing against a hand-job or a blow-job. Sooner or later though, he was going to get into her and there wasn't a thing she could do to protect herself.

Jennifer rubbed his heavy prick until it was in a full state of erection. She closed her eyes and introduced it slowly into her mouth, a gesture that made her feel dirty and cheap at the same time that it turned her on. She was already past the point of caring about her self-respect and wanted only to prove herself to her lover.

She opened her mouth wide to take in the thick burden, thinking that Frank's cock must have been ten inches long and five inches thick. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen and there was some question as to whether it would all fit into her mouth.

She soon found out that it was not difficult at all to fit the big thing into her thick red lips. It traveled all the way to the back of her throat and she began to suck at it gently, not at all sure of her professionalism. Still, it was obvious that Frank liked her attentions.

"Hey, watch that," he shouted. "You almost bit off my prick. Take it easy before I get mad at you."

Jennifer turned red as a beet when she heard his angry words. She cursed her clumsiness and sucked at his prick far more carefully, unwilling to risk displeasing him a second time. She was so close to it now that it would be a shame to fuck things up.

Frank looked down at her with complete satisfaction. He wrapped his fingers in her long, corn-colored hair and held her head close to his body. She looked great with her lips distorted from the strain of taking him in. He wondered how she would react when he shot his load, filling that clinging mouth with sperm.

"That's better, baby," he told her soothingly. "Just keep sucking it like that and you'll get to Hollywood. They're going to love you there, just love you."

Jennifer couldn't tell if he was really praising her or just being sarcastic again. She ignored his words for a while thereafter, concentrating on perfecting her technique. By now she had overcome her fears and was eager to come through on her rash promise.

Frank left his fingers entwined in her golden hair and let Jennifer work on his prick at her own pace. Horny as he was, he had to admit that it wouldn't have taken much to turn him on. Still, there was no doubt that Jenny was showing a lot of talent for a girl her age.

She had taken in almost the full length of his cock, turning red from lack of air but refusing to relinquish an inch of the heavy member. Frank withdrew it slightly from her mouth so that she could suck on the sensitive head of his member, thinking to himself that it was just like having a personal slave.

In essence, that was just what Jennifer was to him. She was the antidote to all his frustrations, a young beauty so innocent that he could tell her anything and get away with it, even the ridiculous story about Hollywood. It was hard not to laugh aloud at the very thought of it.

He shoved his prick all the way back to the end of her mouth and watched with delight as she gagged and choked on the enormous weapon. He knew that he was going to come in a matter of seconds and wanted to see her face as he emptied a river of hot come into that clinging mouth.

Jennifer could taste the preliminary drop of scum that had pearled on the tip of his prick. It was warm and salty, a sure sign that he was about to come. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, hoping that she would not look stupid when it finally happened.

Frank shoved his prick in one last time and then felt a wave of fire pass through his limbs. His arms and legs stiffened and then relaxed as his prick erupted, shooting a double load of come into Jennifer's waiting mouth. It had been a long time coming, Frank reflected as his climax finally subsided, too damned fucking long.

Jennifer felt her mouth filling with a warm stream of thick salty scum. She tried to gulp it all down quickly but it was too much for her. The bitter unfamiliar taste overwhelmed her and the scum started to back up.

It came leaking out of her mouth and nose, causing her to cough and spill more of the semen all over her pink swelling breasts. Frank looked down at the confused humiliated girl and just managed to suppress his laughter.

He picked up a towel and wiped the come off her body, telling Jennifer not to worry, that she had been just great. The girl could still back out, he told himself. There was nothing wrong in taking it easy on her, at least until he got what he wanted.

"Come on," he said with rough affection. "It's time I made a woman out of you."

"Are you sure we ought to do it?" she protested. "I mean, we could get into a lot of trouble."

"Don't worry," he said gently. "I told you that I'd take care of everything. Just take it easy and leave things to Frank. Never a dissatisfied customer."

Jennifer gave in at last, realizing that there was no point trying to delay the ineluctable. She let herself be drawn to the bed and lay down flat on her back. All her pride and hauteur had vanished now. She was nothing more than a frightened girl about to lose her virginity.

Frank looked down at her and thought to himself that he had not cracked a girl in fifteen years. Well, it had never taken much in the past and wouldn't be hard in the present. He would be as gentle as possible with her, but not so gentle that it would cut into his own gratification.

He lay next to her and reached out to explore Jennifer's pussy with his hands. Her cunt was tight and wet and totally inviting. If it was that good to touch it was really going to be something to fuck. Once again his prick began to get hard from mere anticipation.

He rolled over onto the girl and then thought to put a pillow under her ass to improve his angle. He did so immediately, cupping his hands under her ass and sliding the pillow in, continuing his rotary motion until his body was planted firmly atop Jennifer's.

Jennifer sighed and closed her eyes, realizing that the moment of truth was at hand. A feeling of calm enveloped her and Frank guided his stiff prick with his hands. In essence it had already happened, back when she had agreed to put out for him. What happened now was nothing but detail, nothing but pure contingency.

Frank forced the first inch of his prick into the young beauty's parted labia. His prick glided easily into the narrow moist channel but then came suddenly to a complete stop. It was her maidenhead, still intact, and directly in he way of Frank's gratification.

He leaned all his weight against her body and felt his prick being crushed against the unseen barrier. Then her tissues began to stretch, slowly at first, imperceptibly, but irreversibly as well. Time was on his side. It was one battle he was fated to win.

Jennifer felt her inner tissues being disturbed and wounded by the huge thick cock that was hammering at her helpless body. She stifled the scream of pain and fear that rose unbidden to her lips, trying desperately to maintain her composure in the disorienting situation.

It was just what she had wanted, but so painful, so much out of her hands. She knew nothing about this man, yet had abandoned herself to him completely. He could do anything to her, kill her if he wished. And she would have deserved it for surrendering to his will.

After a while the confused girl did not even know if she wanted him to stop. True, the pain was tearing her apart, but she wanted him to finish, wanted to be a woman at last. The pain seemed a small price to pay for that. It was almost as if she were getting away with something, draining him of knowledge and experience.

Frank kept working on her, rotating his prick so that it went further in with every spiral motion. His patience was infinite at that point. Something was happening inside him of which he was only vaguely and inaccurately aware, something that was to alter the whole course of his life.

Finally he felt her tissues give way. His cock went all the way in to her cunt, breaking through the last shreds of flesh and causing her to cry out with pain as the blood leaked out of the open wound. The flow was slight but the appearance of it stimulated both lovers.

For Jennifer it was the final visual confirmation of her initiation, concrete proof that she had passed the test. The pain was both intense and humiliating but in the back of her mind she was not only content but almost smug and self-congratulatory about it.

Frank felt an onrushing sense of relief when he saw that blood on his prick, almost orgasmic in its totality of effect. He had done the forbidden, taking her innocence without scruple or regret. It was thrilling, more exciting than anything he had done in years.

He soon adjusted to the complete penetration and started to fuck Jennifer, slowly at first, trying to hollow her out before beginning a more violent assault. He knew that he was hurting her but it was not generosity that ruled his actions, only self-interest, pure and unsullied.

Jennifer groaned aloud as he worked his way into her. She had thought that the pain had ended and that she would be able to enjoy the rest of the experience. Now the agony was worse than before. It was a betrayal that colored her whole future view of sex.

She spread her legs as far as they would go and tried to take him into her body .without complaint. Only then did she realize how he was invading her, cavalierly, almost casually. She was his slave and could have no secrets from him as long as he was inside her.

His prick was a throbbing reminder of his dominance and of her lack of defense. He could hurt her or make it good for her at his will and pleasure. It never dawned on her that he might not have cared one way or the other. She was not to learn that until later.

Frank fell out of his lassitude as his prick worked its way into her lush body. It felt great to be able to sink his chest down onto her slender torso, practically crushing the breath out of Jennifer as his prick slowly continued to probe into her tight clinging pussy.

He became the aggressor again, stepping up the pace and causing her even more pain. His face became a mask of indifference, of masculine self-seeking. He didn't even look at the girl or feel the tears that ran off her face and onto his shoulder. All he could think of was his impending orgasm, the release he had waited for so long.

He shoved his rigid cock in harder and harder, deciding that there was no point being gentle with the girl. She would have to go home eventually and he wanted to make as much use of her as possible, get out all his pent-up lust in case he never saw her again.

Even as the thought crossed his mind he knew that it was false. The little sex pot had his number just as he had hers. She had plenty of power over him and would find out about it sooner or later. He needed her badly, especially after tasting the delights of that voluptuous body.

He raised himself up onto his palms so that all his weight was concentrated on his prick. It finally plunged into the hilt so that not an inch of the huge organ was visible. He left it inside her like that for a while, stirring the helpless beauty as if she were a cauldron of soup, pushing her further into the mattress.

Frank noticed Jennifer's tits at that point and had to lower his head to the luscious paps. They were so pink and creamy and vulnerable that he had to abuse them. The sight of those soft broad pink nipples was enough to make a man go out of his mind with lust.

He inclined his head slightly and then brushed his mustache over the sensitive pink nipples. Jennifer shuddered slightly but seemed unaware of what was happening to her. Then he began to use his lips and teeth on her breasts in a way that she could not ignore.

Frank closed his teeth on her nipples and bit gently into the irresistible flesh. Her nipples were as soft and sweet as candy and he worked them over until the rosy stars had turned hard and red and puckered. By this time he was ready for heavier action.

The attention he had paid her tits turned Jennifer on for perhaps the first time that day. She came to realize that she had desires of her own, that her body was capable of receiving as well as giving pleasure. It was a strange sensation, compelling and intense.

She began to move her body in a subtle counter-rhythm to Frank's strokes. It hurt even more at first but there was no way she could stifle her response. She was impaled by a sensation she could not understand, an instinct that told her to see it through.

She wrapped her legs around Frank's ass, unconsciously trying to drag him down onto her body. Suddenly she wanted to get closer to him, to get as much of him inside her as she could. All personal distrust and animosity vanished in the nearness of her first orgasm.

Frank noticed the change and could not help but be surprised. She was certainly the hottest little bitch he had ever encountered, ready to come on her first fuck. It was almost intimidating in a way but Frank was not one to let such implications in the way of his pleasure. He would fuck her into exhaustion without a thought for her.

Jennifer was soon covered with sweat, no longer concerned with anything but the sensations in her cunt. She was totally overwhelmed by her new experience and had blocked out all that lay outside its provenance. She was to remain in this state until the onset of her orgasm.

The confused girl continued to crush her body against that of her lover, now inured to the pain that wracked her stiff legs and bleeding pussy. She knew that some miracle was only inches away, something that she could not grasp for, that had to take her by storm.

Frank stepped up the pace once again, changing gears and pulling out all stops. He fucked Jennifer as if she were a full-grown woman, slamming his cock into her and crashing his thick chest into her slender torso. He, too, was on the verge of a long-awaited climax.

Jennifer felt a tingling in her extremities, like a mild electric shock that had no point of origin. She closed her eyes and felt her limbs stiffen compulsively. Then she saw a wall of red before her eyes and felt her cunt open and close violently, again and again as her body achieved the release that her mind could only postulate.

Frank felt her cunt being emptied of its juices but was only glad that the friction abated as a result of the increased lubrication. He was able to fuck her with far less effort now, able to think of his own orgasm which was no more than a few seconds away.

Frank fucked her faster and harder until Jennifer felt her cunt once again go dry. She forgot about her orgasm at that point and tried to help him come, moving her hips from side to side and squeezing with the healthy muscles of her tight sweet snatch. Later she would be able to think about and cope with the fact of her climax.

Frank shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls explode. The come traveled into his prick and formed a temporary reservoir in the spongy tip. Then he erupted, shooting three consecutive streams of scum into her overloaded bleeding cunt.

Jennifer gasped with astonishment as the force of his orgasm riveted her to the bed. She weathered the storm and looked up at him only when it had abated completely. She was scared but happy, completely assured that she had made no mistake in coming to Frank.

"You better let me go home now," she said timidly. "I got to be there for dinner."

"Oh, shit," Frank exploded. "You can't go now. I want to fuck you again. Wait a minute."

"Look," she continued. "You know, I got to go home now. If I don't, we're both going to be in trouble."

"Get dressed then," he snapped. "What the hell do I need a fucking infant for."

Jennifer was hurt at first but soon realized that his spite and sarcasm were witness to her power. He wanted to fuck her but she did not have to satisfy him. There was nothing he could do to make her want to stay. He would do anything to get into her cunt again.

Jennifer did not dwell for long on her latest revelation. The day had been almost intolerably full of passage and enlightenment and she knew she could digest it better at home. She dressed herself quickly and kissed him breezily goodbye before leaving. It seemed a most appropriate gesture.

Frank watched her leave with a sensation that oscillated between relief and apprehension. He had succeeded at last but now something new had begun, some force had been released that might refuse his jurisdiction. He had entered a land that was out of his domain.