Chapter 1

Ida could feel Hank's pressing lips become more demanding, the kiss becoming more urgent. His lips became softer as hers stiffened.

A cooling rain pelted the dry September leaves in the small glen, freshening the Indian Summer air while tiny squirrels huddled in their tree sanctuaries, waiting for it to stop. Below them the car, a chromed monster, creaked lightly as its aged springs strained under the awkward movements of two teenagers grappling with each other in the front seat.

The steamed windows refused audience to the curious eyes of the nervous squirrels, and the pinging rain on the old car's rusting surface drowned the soft whimperings that slipped from between the girl's parted lips.

"Hank, please," she pleaded and regretfully turned her face away from his hungering lips. "We've got to stop now, before it's too late. Please."

Slowly, methodically he moved a few inches away from her, separating his heaving chest from the full firmness of her breasts. His eyes lifted to hers for a moment, revealing the urgent message of his passion and then turned away as he fell back against the seat, his broad shoulders resting against the fogged windows.

"I'm sorry," she gulped. "I really am."

"Oh Hank, please try to understand. I..

"Understand? Understand?!! That's all I ever do is understand, and I'm getting sick and tired of this one-way street! Two, three times a week we come out here to park, and two or three times a week you start to get all worked up, then I get all worked up, and then bingo, like a little old lady you cut me off. If you only knew what this does to me, you wouldn't come on so strong to begin with.

"Dammit, look, feel my hands! It's cold, raining outside, and I'm sweating like crazy and you are too! Look at yourself in the mirror, Ida. Your hair's screwed up, your skin's as red as my car and your eyes, Christ, your eyes are like a cornered panther, scared to death-but not of me. No, you're more afraid of yourself, of living like a woman."

Unsure of his emotions, unsure of his speech, Hank Campbell turned away from his girlfriend and stared out the window. The snapping finality of a match broke the silence and he lit his cigarette, watching the flickering match dance its yel low flame over his reflection in the window. For a moment he should say nothing. Just let her think thoughts through the silence.

He waited for her to speak and recalled two months ago he had seen Ida, a shining blonde, sunning herself on the beach and had told himself immediately: "That's for me!" And she was, but not all of her.

Hank had wasted no time getting to meet her and couldn't hide his surprise when he found out that in the fall she would be going to the same high school that he attended. Dragging slowly on his cigarette, he thought of how she looked that first day, smiling so quickly at his jokes, throwing her head to one side teasingly when her long hair fell over her laughing face. They had talked, laughed, and surfed for more than two hours, but he couldn't remember their conversation. All that remained from that first day was a seductive picture tucked neatly in a secret corner of his mind. It was an image of her, full, firm breasts in the sunlight. He had watched the two melon-like orbs from the very first moment they met and was slightly embarrassed when she caught him staring at their fullness. He knew she prided herself in her body, but so far he hadn't been able to do anything but admire her delicious curves.

Exhaling a wisp of smoke he turned slightly to watch her sitting across from him, tracing intricate designs on the moist windshield. Her other forearm rested across the rosy aureolas of her bared breasts self-consciously, and her modesty bitterly bit at his aching loins. He thought of all the times they had parked in the small glen and angrily sucked more of the tasteless smoke into his lungs. Every time they came here it was the same. They would neck for a while, then he would remove her blouse-it had only taken him three dates to get that far-he had bragged to his buddies. Then his hands would slide over the succulent orbs, caressing and pinching the taut red nipple until he could stand it no longer and would suddenly drop his head to her heaving chest and suck hungrily at the vibrant flesh.

That much loving had been his restriction for the first month, he thought bitterly. After a dozen or so parking adventures he finally gathered the courage to slide his hands along the tender inner flesh of her thighs, not stopping when she protested as before, but continuing on to the warm dampness of her nylon panties until his finger slid under the tight elastic band and discovered the silken softnesss nestled between her legs.

A smile crossed his face as he remembered that first sensuous moment, but his face quickly slackened as he thought of how she had reacted tonight. It was just the same as always; his fingers through the satiny blonde pubic hair, the first exciting touch against her moist slit, then the quick entry and rhythmic, exhilarating stroking-but that was all, or almost all. Except for his fingers, nothing and no one else had ever penetrated the innocent high school girl's vagina, and no matter how hard he tried, Hank failed every time he reached the point of no return ... just as he had failed a few minutes ago.

"Hank," her voice asked uncertainly from the other side of the car, intruding on his thoughts and the steadily pounding rain.

"What is it?" he answered sourly.

"You must believe me, my darling. I do understand, I really do, but we're so young and it's so dangerous."

"What's so dangerous?" he said roughly.

"Please don't tease me. You know what I mean ... it.

"What?" was his harsh reply. Her naive references to sex always irritated him, a man of eighteen, a stud, that's what his buddies called him.

. "Oh, Hank," she sighed unsteadily. "You know, doing it."

"Christ!" he muttered with disgust.

"Oh, Hank, don't, please don't be angry with me just because I can't say that word. I can't help it. It-it's just such an ugly word that it makes loving seem so animalistic, so awful."

He blew a smoke ring, trying to find something to say that would make him sound sophisticated. He knew he was a man of the world, hell, anybody knew that! He suddenly had another idea that might work, an idea that might get her pants off at last.

He snuffed out the butt of his unfiltered cigarette and raised his hand to the window with an unnecessary flourish. In large threatening lines he traced the letter "F" on the steamed window.

"Oh, Hank," she gasped, knowing exactly what he was going to write. "Please, don't, you know I can't stand that word."

Then a capital "U" stood at the end of his long finger in perfect line with the first letter. A sadistic smile crossed his eighteen-year-old face as he slowly, teasingly formed a capital "C".

"No, please," she uttered through a heavy terrified breath and slid herself across the seat next to him, throwing both arms around his neck and pulling him toward her. "Hank, you know I love you, and if you love me, please don't write that awful word. Please!"

His long finger suspended in the air ready to strike the final letter, Hank hesitated and turned his head toward the innocent young girl on the seat next to him. The pleading in her eyes made him realize that his supposed worldliness gave him the upper hand. She was terrified of the words she had heard him and others shout at each other, but Hank hadn't realized until now that she feared the four-letter vulgarity with such strong emotion. Obviously, he could use her fear to his advantage, but he'd have to be careful if he wanted to get into her hot little pants, he schemed. He'd have to play it cool.

"You're right, Ida," he said softly, his face only an inch away from hers. "I'm sorry that I'm being such a bastard ... see, there I said another dirty word! I guess I just can't help myself, but you've got to know that I don't mean to be cruel. I was mad, that's all, just mad. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Hank, I love you!"

It worked, he thought triumphantly as he stared into her powdery blue eves and lied: "I love you, too. You're so beautiful and I love you more than anything!"

It was true! He does love me, oh I knew it, she smiled inwardly and sensed a vibrant quiver ruffling the soft swell of her belly. It was the same beginning of sensual pleasure that always started her virginal passions to burn, the same tingling that she felt every time he told her he loved her, slipped her blouse from her body and slithered his tongue salaciously over her breasts, forcing her nipples to rise with the growing trembling in her loins. His slender fingers slid to the tiny gold buckle of her belt and unfastened it with a quick click followed by the rasping of her zipper as he expertly tugged it downward.

Almost immediately he spread his palms over the soft rounded curve of her young sensual hips under the navy blue mini-skirt, pushing at the resilient flesh with the flat of his hand, then sliding the loosened skirt over her long suntanned thighs as she lifted her hips to help him, not wanting to stop the delicious pleasure that his touch rippled through her virginal body.

She stared into the deep darkness of his unblinking eyes as he dropped the skirt on the floor of his sedan. Her full, firm breasts swayed lasciviously beneath her as she bent slowly forward, not wanting the hands to stop grasping at her hips, to stop stoking the glowing coals of youthful love and untried passion that burned in her loins. She wanted to love him, she wanted to do it ... if only this time she would have the courage to go through with it and let him take her here on the front seat of his old sedan.

She shuddered as a luscious current of sexual fire singed her spine and slowly closed her eyes, parting her full red lips at the same time and knowing that his kiss would seal the bond of love between them.

He stared at the trickle of moisture that glistened on her parted lips and smiled inwardly. This teas it! This was the time that he would finally slip his cock into her tight little virgin cunt! He knew that she would make all the moves, that she would let him screw her, and he felt a sudden relief with the knowledge that the terrible throbbing that jerked his swollen penis would soon be released in a flood of sperm into her untouched vagina. For two months he had fought to win her delicious prize and tonight it would finally be his for the taking. All the struggling, the torment of rejection, and the anger inside him would soon be gone, and he would find his cock meshed in the warm wetness of her soft, yielding cunt.

Their heads moved forward simultaneously and their lips met with a crushing passion that offered the answer to both their needs. They twisted frantically together, her taut, flushed breasts flattening against his chest while their tongues met in a sensuous dance of joy.

Hank felt the terrible pulsing ache in his penis and knew that he couldn't last very long, but there was one more thing to do, one more ploy to use in his assured seduction of this hot young chick. With it, he would seal her fate, and assure himself of her sexual availability as long as he wanted it. Goddamn, it's gonna make her cry with pleasure, he thought proudly and whispered through his heavy panting: "Ida, we've got to stop before we go too far, before it's too late."

It worked! he sighed to himself as her arms frantically tightened her grip around his neck and she crushed her trembling lips against his mouth once more. Her passion was his answer, and she punctuated it with a throaty moan, sending a blistering shock through his aching loins. She turned her naked breasts more towards him, pushed her slender hips against the hardened bulge of his penis as the swollen organ throbbed with delight. Then she rubbed her nylon-covered pubic mound against the thickness, feeling for the first time that she wanted him to really do it to her and make the two of them an unbreakable pair, a single entity for the rest of eternity. She mewled again with girlish passion as she felt his trembling hands sliding over the satiny, copper-colored skin of her naked torso, making her want more than just the simple, timid touch of fingers on her breasts. She wanted him to pluck at her nipples just like he was doing now, to jiggle the swaying orbs of her tender young breasts, just like he was doing! Oh God, he was so gentle. She moaned and increased the turgid tempo of her tongue, brushing it fervently over the roof of his mouth, while he traced a tantalizing path around her taut pink nipples in response to her tongue's eager prodding. Then he slipped his fingertips lightly, gently over the tightened skin of her fragile ribcage and guided them across her back and over the quivering whiteness of her tender young buttocks. She jerked involuntarily at the strange, but exciting touch on her bottom and clenched the strong, muscles underneath the skin of the two moon-like orbs to let him know that she liked his sensuous touch, that she loved it!

"God, I love you," he panted, wanting her to hear the magical words, wanting her to believe his unforgivable lies and give the precious jewel of her virginity to him now.

"Oh yes," she gasped, staring into the shadows of his eyes. "I love you, too," she said breathlessly, knowing that everything was all right, knowing that his love would lead her through life to the portals of heaven.

As if on a predetermined mission, his thumbs reached over the white lace of her panties and then slipped easily under the restricting elastic band, finding the soft, downy triangle of her silken pubic mound and its warm moisture. There lay the warm softness that had driven men insane for centuries ... the warm softness of a woman's most treasured possession ... the warm softness that had begun and ended wars throughout history ... and now it belonged to him, Hank Campbell.

His blood-filled penis was throbbing with impatient desire and he quickly slipped his fingers over the top of her panties and tugged them over the perspiring curve of her sensuously rotating hips. In a few short seconds the bikini briefs were lying beneath her naked feet and Hank looked at her with sex-filled eyes, viewing her entire long, sensual nakedness for the first time. He traced a vision-path over her flushed, waiting body while he frantically worked the zipper of his trousers. Kneeling, he unbuckled the tight levis while she lay on the large seat, her lustful eyes watching his trembling hand grope for the unknown male organ that she had never seen before.

"Ooohhh, Hank, we can't! You were right; we've got to stop, now!" she whispered, her trembling voice exposing her fear. The words were punctuated with a sudden gasp as she saw the boy's throbbing rod of hardened flesh jerk up as he released it. She had felt his penis through his trousers hundreds of times and had always wondered what a man's erect organ looked like. But she had never imagined that a boy's penis would look like that, long and thick like a club, with a purplish-red head at the end. She was frightened by the size and at the same time excited by its obvious power. If his finger always felt so good, so exciting, then what would his "thing" feel like?

Torn between fear and desire she pushed herself toward the door, cowering with fright but not able to understand the powerful rhythmic clenchings of the swollen muscle that guarded her untouched vagina. Hank quickly stretched himself on the seat beside her and gently straightened her legs, so that she lay on her side, her excited young body facing the unknown adventure that waited in the form of his pulsating penis.

With lusty confidence he slid his hands over the quivering swell of her belly to the soft, silken mound of her blonde pubic hair, eagerly searching for the swollen pink lips that protected her virginal cunt. He easily parted the moist flesh and slithered his exploring finger along the quivering cleft until he brushed the tiny bud of her swelling clitoris. Then softly, like a curious child, he began to roll the moist, red bundle of nerve tissue between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, God! Oh, my God, Hank, that feels so goood! Oh, so nice! Oh, I love you ... don't stop! I love you!" she whispered with every tingling tormented cell of her eighteen-year-old being, and for the first time grasped the hot rigidness of his cock. He moaned through his clenched teeth at the tender grip on his prick, knowing that she was really his now. He moaned again at the salacious touch that he always dreamed about and began to roll slowly on his side in a rhythmic ecstasy as her tiny fingers gripped his throbbing flesh tighter and tighter. Slithering splinters of desire were tormenting his sex-crazed flesh and were almost too much for his lust-incited mind to take. He had to find relief! And then he did, suddenly and quickly, as he rammed his middle finger into the clenching confines of her cunt.

"Ooooooh! That hurts! Be gentle, please, be gentle!" she mewled at the sudden intrusion.

But he couldn't hear her whimpered plea through his lust-ridden mind and continued the rasping thrusts of his finger into the smooth widening channel of her vagina. She knew that the tightness was going to give as soon as she felt the clenched muscles of her cuntal entrance begin to relax and the warm juices of passion secret from the glands in her tender cavern of desire and lubricating the quickening fingers. They were almost ramming into her warm, damp passageway and suddenly the thought of her tiny protective hymen slipped through her mind.

Virgin! She was still a virgin, and no matter how good it felt, no matter how much she needed his love, if she let him take her here, in an old creaking car, her virginity would be gone forever and she would have nothing left ... nothing at all! Now, the renewed fear of being incomplete instigated a sudden flow of adrenalin in her heart and she tried to push him away from her perspiring body and precious virginity, but the obsessed boy had unknowingly pinioned her arms, leaving her defenseless. The throbbing red organ that she unwittingly had stroked into a frenzy was still jerking in her tightly clenched fists, and his passion was maddening, almost too much. He knew that he was about to lose control and cum before he ever got himself into her hot little cunt. He couldn't wait any longer! He had to fuck her now!

But the girl's fear was quickly taking control of her overwrought senses and she began to mouth urgent pleas to stop. At first, through the veil of desire that clouded her tormented mind, she couldn't speak. A low painful gurgle uttered from her choked throat and he lifted his head, slowing the ramming finger at the same time, thinking that he had hurt her. But if it hurt, that was just too goddamned tough! She was a fiery little virgin, and he was going to take care of that. He was going to fuck her now once and for all, so he could finally relieve her of the precious hymen that had thwarted his effort to seduce her for so many long weeks.

"Please ... No! Hank, don't!" She pleaded, trying to think of something that would stop him without making him angry. "I could get pregnant! Please stop now! We have to!"

But her lying excuse was unheard to the lust-maddened young teenager and he rolled her over so that she lay spread-eagled on her back, unable to control the muscles in her trembling thighs. Oh God, he thought wildly as one of her hands still jerked at his massive throbbing cock, sending the erotic fires of pent-up desire racing through his groin. He had to stop her, he thought frantically, and with both hands grabbed her wrist. He knew he had to free his pulsing prick from her painful, masturbating grip so that he could slide the massive organ between her legs and ram it into the hot deep confines of her virginal cunt.

Now every ounce of her girlish strength held onto the throbbing organ, but she helplessly felt him gaining control. She was going to lose her virginity! Her mind shot out at her in pain when suddenly she heard the boy cry out: "Oh Fuck! I'm cumming! No, goddammit! No, fuck! I'm cumming!" And as his words pierced the streaming sexual air in the car she felt the fiery juices of life shoot from the jerking tip of his organ and spread over her trembling thighs in thick spurts until he cried out with an unfulfilled sob. He had lost again! He'd lost out to her fucking hand!

And then he dejectedly rolled over and let his arm rest across the white firmness of her breasts.

"Oh, Hank, I didn't really want to stop," she lied, with a tear in her eye. "But I remembered that I'm in my fertile period. God, what would my parents say if I ever got pregnant!"

Hank said nothing and raised himself from beside her, searching for his pants. He didn't know if she were lying or not, but he did know that on their next date she wouldn't be fertile, and goddamn it, she wouldn't keep that pussy away from him again! There was more than one way to get at that cunt, and he knew that he would find all of them if he had to. Just play it cool, he thought, and don't let her know you're pissed off. Make her think it's all right ... then in a few days-yeah, in a few days her cunt'll belong to no one but Mr. Hank Campbell.

He turned toward her in the half-shadow and she could see him smiling, not knowing the real reason for his impish grin.

"It's all right, honey," he said softly, wanting every word to sound as if he cared for no one in the world but her. "We'll be careful from now on, and never take any more chances."

"Oh, darling!" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "I do love you, I really dol"