Even though she was only eighteen, the other pros on the International Women's Professional Tennis Tour said she was a "sure thing." Ever since she had picked up a racket at the age of three, it was apparent to anyone who watched her that Raye Anne Malloy was a phenom.

She was a special tennis player, she had the blonde good looks and feminine innocence that plastered her face all over teeny bopper, and women's sports magazines across the country. It was a well known fact in advertising circles that a Raye Anne Malloy cover, meant at least a thirty percent bump in newsstand sales. That translated into increased advertising revenue. With a seven figure shoe deal and her own personal fragrance line, Raye Anne was about to take on the best in the world at their own game.

On her own at eighteen was a daunting prospect, but Raye Anne relished the opportunity of competing against the players she had idolized her whole life.

She hopped out of the cab in front of the club house of the Banock Creek Country Club and sweetly asked the attendant to direct her to the locker room. She followed his directions to a tee and soon she was standing outside the door. Nervously she gripped the hand thinking that when she opened the door, she would be meeting her heroes for the first time.

"Hey," Linda Johns yelled. "Look who's here, the future of our sport, or at least that's what Tennis magazine says." The other players greeted her with a few catcalls and whistles.

Corey Indigo, a middle level player, came over and introduced herself. "Don't pay any attention to them, they do that to all of the new players. Follow me and I'll get you a locker."

"Where are you staying?" Corey asked while they moved through the crowed dressing room.

"Uh, at the Anchor Inn," Raye Anne replied.

"Nice place," Corey commented. "A lot of us stay there, they have room service and a good cable TV package. Ah, here we are." she said. "Right next to me, just put your stuff in here."

"Thanks," Raye Anne said gratefully. "Uh, where do we change?"

"Babe," Corey replied with a laugh, "this is the big leagues, we change right here. This ain't back home in Michigan, so it might take some getting use to. Don't worry, no reporters are allowed in, they have to use the press room."

Trying her best to act nonchalant, Raye Anne slowly began stripping off her clothes. She was fully aware that twenty pairs of eyes were glued to her body. As her bra dropped to the floor the room was filled with a chorus of whistles and hoots, from her taunting competition. Raye Anne could feel her face begin to redden in embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Corey whispered, "when they ignore you is when you gotta worry. As long as you're a threat to them they're gonna ride ya."

As she silently pulled on her shorts, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of two women locked in a romantic embrace. She tried not to be obvious, but she just had to take a second glance in their direction. Her curiosity was overwhelming, 'Who were these two love birds?' she wondered. A feeling of shock, then dismay came over her, as she absorbed the identity of the two women. They were Lu Bracken, and Winnie Owens, the number one rated doubles team in the world, and Raye Anne's mentors.

Raye Anne poked Corey in the ribs and whispered. "Look over there, I-I don't believe it, and no one seems to even notice."

"Honey," Corey scolded a matter of factly. "Most of us are lesbians. Not all, but most, so it's quite normal to see two, three, or even more women making love."

Raye Anne continued to stare, and much to her surprise Lu Bracken spread her legs and let out a loud moan as Winnie Owens buried her mouth on her smoothly shaven crotch. Raye Anne had of course heard several rumors about the sexual proclivities of female tennis pros, but she was stunned to find it so pervasive.

She was even more stunned when Corey sat down on her stool and began calmly masturbating while watching Lu getting eaten out by Winnie.

"Sit down," Corey whispered loudly to Raye Anne, "and just do what I do."

"Oh, no," Raye Anne replied. "I-I just couldn't"

By now Corey's was beginning to breath heavily and she urged Raye Anne on. "You might as well get with it, Honey. If you're gonna make it in this life you hafta get along."

"I-I've never done anything like this before," Raye Anne whispered, mortified at the strange turn of events.

"You've never masturbated?" Corey asked as her breathing became more labored.

"Uh, no, of course I have." Raye Anne snapped. "I just mean that I've never, you know, done it with a woman."

"Hurry up and sit down," Corey pleaded. "Just look at Lu, she's getting her cunt eaten right in front of everyone and she's fucking loving it." Raye Anne looked back over at the two lesbians, and for the first time, she could feel a stab of desire coursing though her pussy. So with a little resistance she dropped to her stool, stuck her hand into her shorts, and began massaging her warm, wet pussy.

Raye Anne leaned back and stuffed her middle finger up inside as she massaged her clit with her thumb. Corey sat next to her panting deeply and her hand was almost a blur, as it furiously moved up and down her lady hump. "My God it feels so good," Raye Anne blurted as she watched Lu and Winnie complete their oral display.

RRaye Anne was so consumed by her body's responsiveness she barely even noticed when Mariah Howell stepped in front of her and overtly shoved her pussy forward. "So you're the new hot shit little slut who thinks she knows it all, huh? Well you don't know nothing' until you've eaten pussy." She barked.

Raye Anne's eyes were the size of silver dollars, and she offered little resistance when the old pro grabbed her by the back of the neck, and urged Raye Anne's mouth towards her hairy cunt.

Raye Anne had never tasted another woman and was stunned at how easily she allowed herself to comply. She quickly submitted to the older woman and tried to pleasure her. "That's right, rub your clit and eat my pussy, you little Bitch." Mariah Howell demanded. "I bet you think you're such hot shit. All you are is a cunt lapping little whore"

""Jesus, what was happening to her?" Raye Anne thought to herself. She was starting to become aroused by the smell and taste of Mariah's pussy, and she could feel her engorged cunt beginning to throb. Furiously she fingered her pussy while her tongue slithered all over Mariah's wide open vagina.

Lu Bracken almost at a scream moaned loud, and long as a strong orgasm rocked her body. Almost in union Corey began shaking in a climax of her own. Another woman behind Raye Anne was also panting and moaning. The whole roomed seemed alive, and orgasms spread through the group in a collective sexual experience.

Mariah ground her teeth, and let out a moan of her own as she came hard against Raye Anne's insistent tongue.

& Raye Anne slumped back against her locker and in a matter of seconds fulfilled her own climax. After Raye Anne regained her composure and began redressing she asked innocently. "D-do we ever have time to play tennis?"

Both Corey and Mariah broke into laughter as Corey replied. "Of course we do, between all of the sucking and fucking, that is."

"Fucking?" Raye Anne asked doubtfully. "How do you fuck? I thought you needed a man for that."

Again the room broke down in laughter, but this time it quieted down quickly as Ginger Wilcox answered. "Just like this, Raye Anne." She stood passively in the corner wearing a ten inch black strap on dildo. Ginger slowly walked towards Raye Anne with the thick rubber cock bouncing menacingly in front of her. Raye Anne couldn't help it her cunt became flooded with a deluge of pussy juice. Her mind began to race as she anticipated the sure fucking that was about to come.

Ginger Wilcox stood calmly in front of the shaking young girl and asked softly. "Are you still a virgin, baby?"

With her mouth dry and her voice wavering Raye Anne barely managed to whisper. "Y-yes, I am, i-is that bad?"

A broad smile spread over the big dykes face as she replied. "On the contrary, I just love poppin cherries. I'm the first fuck for a lot of the little pussies that come on this tour, and believe me, I'm gonna love popping yours."

Raye Anne didn't resist when Corey and Mariah helped her to her feet and tugged off her shorts and panties. She stood shaking, completely naked as the whole group watched with anticipation. She was completely vulnerable to the attack that was sure to follow. Leading the dazed girl to one of the many massage tables, Corey and Mariah helped her up onto it. She sat on the edge with her legs dangling over the front side. Her pussy in the perfect spot to be taken by the standing Ginger.

In a very quiet voice Ginger commanded. "Hold her down and don't let her move." As she stepped between the young girl's thighs. The women obeyed and as a group they rendered Raye Anne helpless. For the first time real fear raced through her as she felt her arms being pinned to the padded table. Ginger moved closer to her drooling vagina while brandishing her brutish tool.

"Okay Baby," Ginger cooed. "Mama's gonna pop your cherry, are you ready?"

"Oh, god," Raye Anne moaned, "i-it's gonna hurt bad, isn't it?"

"Now, now," Ginger replied softly. "Don't worry about a thing, by the time I'm finished you're gonna be begging me not to stop." Raye Anne gritted her teeth and clenched her fists so tightly they turned white. Raye Anne waited for what seemed like eternity for the vicious assault. Ginger used the head of her pecker to slowly massage Raye Anne's clit. She slid the cock back and forth over her tight hole, gently at first. Then just as the old dyke had predicted, the young girl relaxed, forgetting what was about to happen to her.

"Oh, Ginger," Raye Anne moaned, "t-that feels wonderful. Ooohhh God! Do me, yeah, just like that."

"So you like that do you?" Ginger asked softly while continuing to tease the younger girls hole.

"So how do you like this?" The whole room was filled with a banshee like scream that erupted from Raye Anne's throat as the thick black cudgel slammed full length into her tight virginal pussy! Ginger continued ramming in and out as she viciously fucked the hot shot from Michigan.

Her scream persisted for another minute or so, but soon the screams were being interspersed with groans of pleasure. The black rubber cock dove into her with piston like strokes. After a few moments her cunt convulsed towards her first cock induced orgasm.

It was becoming apparent that Raye Anne was not only getting into the groove of things, she was returning each thrust with a push of her own. This naturally drove Ginger to thrust even harder.

From around the room, the perverted group of women chanted. "Fuck her Ginger, make that little bitch your fucking whore. Oh yeah, girl, fuck the living shit out her. Make her cum like the little cunt she is."

In the back of her mind Raye Anne could barely remember what Ginger had predicted, but unbelievably it was turning out to be true. She was beginning to love her brutal assault. The black dildo filled her so full she thought she would burst, and she did, burst into another climax that is.

It was like a volcano that was about to erupt, with the pressure building and building until nothing on this planet could contain it, and that was exactly what Raye Anne's pussy was going through. Ginger's fucking was winding her cunt tighter and tighter like a dam bursting, allowing her orgasm to flow from her pussy like a river raging out of control.

"Oh, my fucking God," she gasped. "I-I'm cumming. Ahhhhhhhh, Goddddd, help me! Oh please, get me fucking offfff!" The whole locker room had turned into a harem of pleasure with at least ten or eleven women fingering their pussies in unison to the time of Ginger's metronome like fucking, which coupled with the sound of ten women climaxing at once. It was enough to almost raise the roof of the locker room.

As she pulled the thick rubber dick from Raye Anne's shredded pussy Ginger said softly. "There now, you're one of us, how do you feel?"

A warm smile broke across Raye Anne's face and she replied. "Who cares about tennis?"