Chapter 1

Sandy Robinson 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 buttocks and upper thighs, accentuating rather than concealing her lovely long legs and swelling breasts. Her flesh was tanned a deep golden color by the hot rays of the California sun.

Sandy 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, Sandy blushed as she remembered her first reaction to Lucy's suggestion that the two of them might spend a few weeks at her divorced fathers "little cabin at Antelope Lake." Sandy knew that Lucy'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. Sandy 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.

Sandy 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 Lucy to want to be away from boys and young men for the summer. She had Jimmy, 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. Sandy'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.

Lucy was persuasive though, pointing out that they would have complete freedom not just for several hours but for several days. Surprisingly, Sandy's parents (despite their puritanical attitudes) had a great deal of misplaced respect for Lucy's mother. The girls had learned early that Sandy's mother and father would generally go along with almost anything if Lucy'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 Sandy'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 Lucy and Sandy that she would drop by the cabin occasionally to see how things were going.

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

As she pulled the short nightgown over her lithe young body, Sandy 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 Sandy 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 Jimmy 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.

Sandy 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, Sandy 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 Lucy's little sports-car. Sandy 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. Sandy immediately had a new respect for Lucy's divorced father.

Standing in the doorway the next morning, Sandy debated whether she should wait for Lucy 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. Jimmy had promised to call Lucy sometime this evening and tell her when he would be able to come up. Sandy decided to go for a walk around the lake while she waited for Lucy. 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, Sandy marveled at her good fortune in being here with Lucy. All of her previous doubts and apprehensions were gone, replaced by a delicious excitement at the idea of Jimmy 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 Sandy 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, Sandy 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.

Sandy 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 Jimmy'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?"

Sandy'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, Sandy 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 Sandy could not help noticing how handsome the man was. His dark hair was uncombed and Sandy 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 Sandy 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. Sandy 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," Sandy 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.

Sandy'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, Sandy 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. Sandy 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!" Sandy 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 Sandy 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, Sandy 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!

Sandy 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 buttocks 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 buttocks. 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 buttocks, 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 Sandy 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 Sandy'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. "Noo... please!"

Feeling a sensation like an electric shock dash through her body when the man's finger suddenly found her clitoris, Sandy 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 clitoris, 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 Sandy'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 hugely rampant penis leaped out fully erect as his shorts followed the pants. The iron-hard 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.

Sandy 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.

Sandy 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 clitoris. 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," Sandy 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!" Sandy 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. Sandy 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 clitoris 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.

Sandy didn't know how long the experienced older man continued his work on her clitoris. 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!" Sandy 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 buttocks 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 Sandy 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.

Sandy 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.

Sandy 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.