Chapter 1
Nancy, this is ridiculous," Tom Bates said. There's no such thing as a thirty-year-old virgin."
"Oh, yes, there is," Nancy Brown replied. "You're looking at one."
Tom was looking, all right. He'd been courting Nancy for months, but this was the first time she'd shown any passion. They were parked in Tom's car, by a moonlit lake, and he'd managed to take most of Nancy's clothes off. But then she'd panicked, refusing to go any farther in their love-making.
"Nancy, you're driving me right up the walls," Tom sighed. "I'm only human, honey. I want you."
"I want you, too, Tom," Nancy said sadly, "but I'm not ready. It just isn't time yet."
Tom stared at her with a mixture of love and exasperation. Nancy Brown was thirty, but she didn't look it. She was a tall girl with long straight brown hair, a pert pretty face, and a fantastic figure. Sitting there in just her bra and panties, she made Tom's mouth water.
He gawked at her big breasts which strained in the confinement of her little white lace bra. His glance strayed down to the slight pout of her muff under her white lace panties. He admired her long lovely legs, silky flawless skin, tiny firm waist and slim yet curvy hips. He wanted her so badly, he could have screamed.
"Honey, when is it going to be time?" he sighed. "When will you be ready? We've been going together for six months now, and all I've gotten is a few kisses. I don't know how much longer I can wait, Nancy."
Nancy hung her head. "All right, Tom," she said timidly, "we'll try again."
Eagerly Tom swept her into his arms and kissed her hard and hungrily. Nancy felt the same hot excitement she always experienced with her husky blonde boyfriend, but at the same time she felt deep fear of going all the way. She'd necked with men before, but that was all. It might be ridiculous, as Tom said, but here she was thirty years old and still a virgin.
Tom's big strong hands moved over her sleek soft body, and Nancy felt a familiar glowing and melting sensation in her pussy. Part of her was terrified of going all the way, but another part-was dying to know what fucking was like. For the moment she did her best to relax, melting into Tom's arms, allowing him to probe deep in her mouth with his slick hot tongue. Tom excited her more than any other man she'd known.
Nancy had been teaching high school English in Oakdale for just one year, and that was how she'd met Tom Bates, a fellow teacher. There had been instant attraction between them, and they never dated anyone else. It was assumed they'd get married when they'd saved enough money, but meanwhile Tom was having a hard time holding his passion in check. Nancy didn't blame him-but what was she going to do?
Right now she wanted to submit to him completely, to finally discover what total love-making was like. She did her best to relax. When Tom's fingers fumbled with the catch of her bra, she didn't resist. But she blushed and trembled as he removed the dainty garment and exposed her naked tits.
"My God, you're beautiful," Tom sighed.
Nancy blushed even harder. She'd had big breasts since she was fourteen, but they'd only been a source of embarrassment to her. Her watermelon-sized jugs made men gawk and pass crude remarks. Now she eyed the creamy-pale globes and their large rosy nipples and tried to convince herself that Tom was right-her boobs were gorgeous.
He certainly didn't seem to be lying. He cupped her heavy hot breasts and gently massaged them, running his thumbs back and forth over the cone-shaped rosy nipples. Nancy shivered, both with pleasure and shyness. No man had ever touched her naked tits before. It was pleasant, all right, but she felt the old fear returning.
"Baby, I want you so much," Tom moaned.
He pulled her tight against him once more and kissed her, but this time Nancy felt something different. As their bellies met, she felt the rock-hard line of Tom's swollen cock, stiff and hot and throbbing even through his pants. Nancy gasped and pushed hard at his shoulders, forcing him away from her. Tom gawked.
"That's enough, Tom," she cried. "I want to go home now."
"For chrissake, Nancy," Tom snapped, "what turned you off this time? I thought we were doing great."
"Just take me home, please," Nancy said, snatching up her discarded clothes. She hurriedly dressed.
"Oh, I get it," Tom said after a moment's thought. "You felt my hard-on, didn't you?"
"TOM," Nancy gasped, blushing deeply.
"It's nothing to get upset about," Tom said, trying to be patient. "I'm a normal healthy guy, and I'm crazy about you. If I hold you with practically no clothes on, I'm gonna get a cock-stand. There'd be something wrong with me if I didn't. So what's the big deal?"
"Please, Tom, I just can't explain. Not now, anyhow," Nancy said. "Take me home. We both have to work tomorrow, and it's getting late."
Tom sighed deeply. "All right, Nancy, whatever fyou say."
As they drove back to town in an uncomfortable silence, Nancy wondered just what was wrong with her. She was certain that she wasn't frigid. Tom always aroused her, and right now her pussy was hot and wet with need. But when she thought of that big hard cock penetrating her tiny virgin cunt, she went cold with fear. She just couldn't bring herself to take the final step-not with Tom or anybody else.
Yet if she didn't give in soon, she'd lose Tom. She could tell that by his stony silence and his barely concealed exasperation. He loved her now, but he wouldn't love her for long if she didn't start satisfying his needs. She didn't want to lose him-but she was terrified of losing her virginity, too.
"Good night, Nancy," Tom said coldly when he drew up in front of her house. Usually he escorted her to her door. Now he didn't move.
"Good night, Tom," Nancy said sheepishly. "I'm very sorry about tonight. I'll try to do better, I really will."
"I hope so," Tom sighed, "because I can't take much more of this. I'm only human, Nancy."
His words echoed in her mind as she unlocked her front door and entered her small but comfortable house. Wasn't she human, too? Her whole body ached for more of his touching, and yet she couldn't make the final hurdle. That was why she'd never married, though as a beautiful and talented girl she'd had plenty of offers. She was simply afraid to go to bed with a man.
"Oh, hell," Nancy sighed. "What am I going to do?"
She was so preoccupied with her problem that she didn't bother turning on the lights. She was familiar with the house by now and could find her way around in the dark. She entered her bedroom, went to the closet, and hung up her coat. She closed the closet door and started for the bed.
That was when someone grabbed her from behind.
"OHHH," Nancy gasped.
Someone, very strong, had grabbed her around the waist and throat. The grip tightened so that she could hardly breathe. "Just take it easy," said a slightly raspy male voice. "Don't struggle, 'cause I don't want to hurt you."
Nancy went utterly still. She'd read about how to deal with intruders, and the first rule was not to provoke a fight she couldn't win. She was no match for a man, and she could be badly hurt. So although she was scared to death, she went limp and submissive.
"That's right," the man said. "Just do what I want, and you won't get hurt. Let's move over to the bed."
"W-What do you want?" Nancy said.
He laughed harshly. "Whaddya think I want, baby? I'll give you a hint-it's not your money."
He guided her over to the bed. Now Nancy wished she'd turned on the lights. She couldn't make out the man's face and would have no way of describing him later. She could see that he was short, not much taller than herself, and that he was slim and wiry in build, but that was all. She had no idea if he was young or old.
When they reached the bed, he pushed her down on it and loomed over her menacingly. "Take off your clothes," he ordered in his raspy voice.
"Oh, please, no," Nancy cried, bursting into tears.
"Look lady," the man snapped, "I'm only gonna tell you this once. I can hurt you real bad if you don't do what I say. Just look at this."
His hand went to his pocket, there was a click, and Nancy saw the brief flash of a switch blade. That was enough to convince her to cooperate. Quickly she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her pantyhose. She began to unbutton her dress, and the intruder moved a little closer, breathing loudly. Now that her eyes were getting used to the dimness, Nancy discovered why she couldn't see his features. He was wearing a knitted ski mask.
"That's more like it," he rasped. "You just get your clothes off, lady, and you won't get hurt."
Nancy got her dress unbuttoned and shrugged it off, leaving her in just her bra and panties. She had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen, and she was horrified. She also cursed herself for not giving in to Tom that night. If she had to lose her virginity, it should have been with the man she loved, not with this brutal stranger.
But it was too late for regrets. Sobbing, Nancy unhooked her bra and drew it off. Her huge melon-shaped tits wobbled out of their tight confinement, firm and thrusting. The intruder breathed in sharply and moved even closer to gawk at her big lovely jugs. Nancy felt totally humiliated.
"Jesus," he sighed, "what a pair of knockers. I can hardly wait to touch 'em."
In fact he didn't wait. He pushed Nancy onto her back and sprawled beside her, fondling her silky hot tits. She gritted her teeth and tried not to flinch away from him. His rather small hands were hot and sweaty and rough. It crushed her to recall that just an hour ago Tom had played with her tits gently and lovingly-and yet she'd turned him down.
The intruder explored her big hot breasts, rubbing the large rosy nipples into stiff erection. Then he drew back and said, "Okay, take off your panties."
"Oh, please, no," Nancy wept.
"Lady," he snarled, "I'm not gonna tell you again."
His hand approached his pocket where the deadly knife was concealed, and Nancy quickly slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. He went motionless as she tugged down the lacy little garment and tossed it away. He gawked at the beautiful glossy brown curls of her small muff. Nancy moaned with embarrassment.
No man, not even Tom, had ever seen her totally naked. The intruder's eyes seemed to glow in his ski mask as he ogled her superb tall body. Then to Nancy's horror he began to undress. There could be no doubt now about his intentions. She tried to choke back her terrified sobs as he removed his sneakers, jacket and shirt.
In the dim light of the bedroom Nancy stared at his pale skinny body. He was no weakling, even though he was slender. Hard muscles rippled in his arms. His chest was matted with brown wiry hairs. Nancy's big brown eyes widened as the intruder lowered his jeans. He wasn't wearing any shorts.
Though it seemed incredible for a woman her age, Nancy had never seen a cock before. She couldn't help gawking at the man's stiff pale prick. It rose from a small wiry patch of brown hairs and fiercely hugged his flat belly. His cock was perhaps seven inches long and seemed terribly thick to Nancy's inexperienced eyes. Below hung his rosy swollen nut sacs, and they seemed immense also.
Nancy sank back on the bed with a little whimper of shock. This couldn't be happening to her-it just couldn't. For thirty years she'd saved her virginity, and now she'd have to surrender it to some cruel stranger. Yet she could see no way out of the situation, not unless she was willing to risk a knife attack.
"Now we're gonna have some fun," the man said, his teeth flashing in a leering grin.
Naked, he crawled onto the bed and swept Nancy into his arms. His whole body was hot and sweaty with lusty excitement, and Nancy fought the urge to push him away. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. His rigid cock rubbed eagerly against the soft warm curls of her muff.
This isn't real, Nancy thought desperately. It has to be a nightmare.
But nothing could have been more real than the stranger's stiff hot cock rubbing against her belly, poking hard and leaving a wet trail of bubbling prick-juice. His sweaty hot hands were all too real as they explored her tall silky body, caressing her hot heavy tits and the soft curl-patch of her bush.
And she knew it was no dream when he suddenly crawled onto her, his thin hard chest pressing down her big hot tits, his sharp knees forcing her thighs apart. Forgetting the knife, Nancy panicked and tried to squeeze her legs shut, but the man was too strong for her. He sank between her soft thighs and pressed the rock-hard head of his cock against her tiny virgin cunt-mouth.
"Ohhhh, NOOOO," Nancy screamed.
Too late. The man gave a lusty grunt and pushed hard with his rigid prick. The hot swollen head of his dick slammed against her clenched little twat, and Nancy gasped with pain. He pushed and groaned, trying to pop the big knobby head of his cock into her-but it was no go. Her cunt was too tight and dry and resisting.
"Damn you," he panted, "you're dry. I can't get in. But I know what to do about that."
Nancy moaned with relief as he rolled off her, but her relief was short-lived. Lying beside her, the intruder reached down and slid his hand into her crotch. Nancy blushed hotly and wept with shame. Of course no man had ever touched her in that intimate place before.
"Your whole pussy's dry," he said in disgust. "Well, I'll take care of that. I'll have you begging for it in a few minutes."
like hell, Nancy thought.
She lay there stiffly, just wanting to get the ordeal over with. He petted the soft warm curls of her bush and then parted the furry lips to expose the slick little lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip against her small scarlet joy button and began to rub. Nancy gasped. Suddenly, miraculously, she felt the hottest sexual pleasure of her life.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.
The intruder laughed harshly. "Yeah, I thought you'd dig that," he said. "Chicks love to have their pussies played with."
Nancy resented his words, but she couldn't deny the delicious sensations she felt as he steadily rubbed her hot little clit. She'd never touched herself there except to bathe, and she hadn't realized what a powerful source of pleasure her clit could be. The man's touch was just right, a steady gentle massage of her supersensitive love-bud.
She fought back whimpers of pleasure and tried not to let him know how excited he was making her. But slowly her pussy responded to his delicious massage, growing hot and moist and swollen. To her great shame she felt her virgin cunt starting to leak hot sticky juice onto his hand.
"Oh, please, stop," she gasped.
"Uh-uh," he chuckled, "not when you're getting nice and wet. I can feel it, baby."
Nancy could have died of mortification. What was the matter with her, responding like a slut to this stranger's touch? It dawned on her that going without sex all her life had made her all too receptive to his naughty finger play. She'd bottled up her passion, but she couldn't keep it suppressed forever. Someday something had to give.
"Oh, God," Nancy sobbed.
She felt totally confused. She despised this man, whoever he was, and she despised what he was doing to her-yet she'd never felt so violently horny in her life. Her pussy was tautly swollen now, hot and ready, and her eager little twat was leaking thick steamy cream. Not even Tom had made her so aroused. But then Tom had never played with her clit.
She couldn't help it, she was slowly drifting into a dazed state of lust. Gradually her long legs fell open wider and wider. The intruder moved his fingers lower in her wet molten-hot pussy and caressed the plump scarlet lips of her cunt. That felt delicious, too. She couldn't stop the steady creaming of her hot little box.
Then she felt his finger rimming the very mouth of her cunt, zipping around and around, making her whole belly melt with horny arousal. Her legs dropped open even wider. She hated herself for her mindless lust, her helpless submission, but by now her pussy was stronger than her conscience. She only wanted that fiery pleasure to continue.
"Yeah, yeah, get real wet for me, baby," the man rasped.
He eased just the tip of his finger into the juicing little mouth of her cunt. He slid the fingertip in perhaps an inch and held it there, gently stroking the satiny slick wall of her cunt. Nancy stifled a blissful moan. That small presence in her twat felt so damned nice.
Then he began to move his stiff finger up and down, up and down, in her gripping creamy box.
Nancy just couldn't help it-she moaned hoarsely and soaked his stroking finger with red-hot cunt-cream. Her famished little twat gripped and squeezed his probing finger, seeking more delicious friction. For the first time in her life she wanted something stiff and hard in her cunt.
"You're tight, baby, really tight," the intruder whispered, "but I think I can get in now."
All Nancy's old panic returned as he whipped his finger out of her cunt and climbed onto her again. She whimpered and tried to lock her legs shut, but she wasn't fast enough. He sank down between her soft hot thighs and pressed the swollen purple head of his prick against her juicy little cunt-mouth. He pushed-and this time he got in.
"OHHHHHHH," Nancy wailed.
It was the sensation she'd been dreading all her life, feeling her tiny virgin cunt slowly stuffed and filled with thick hard cock-meat. She stiffened and waited for the pain-but it didn't come. Instead her hot and ready cunt yielded and relaxed, easily taking his fat long cock, and she felt a gradually mounting pleasure.
"Jesus, you're tight and hot," he moaned.
Nancy hardly heard him. Her whole mind was concentrated on her cunt, on feeling his bulb-like cock-head touching her womb. He was all the way into her, fully stuffing her tight little twat, and yet there was none of the pain she'd always feared. Instead she felt the most intense sexual excitement of her life.
He began to ball her, working his cock deep and hard and fast in her juicy gripping box. Nancy felt her whole body flushing with horny pleasure, and to her astonishment she loved the deep rough thrusts of his thick hard cock-meat. She creamed hugely around his prick, and she couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes," she gasped, "yes, YES."
"You like it now?" he rasped. "You dig my fucking?"
"Yesssss," Nancy whined. "Don't stop. OH, GOD."
He laughed harshly, but that didn't dim her pleasure. Nothing could bring her down now. In the heat of her passion she realized she'd been a fool to go so long without getting laid. There was just no pleasure to compare with it. She let herself go completely, clawing the bed, letting her legs fall wide open to take his pounding prick as deep as she could.
"Fuck me," she whined, "oh, my God, yes, FUCK ME."
He hammered her even harder, slamming his swollen cock again and again in her juicy little hole, the noise of their fucking became obscenely loud and wet, but even that lewd sound excited her. A whole new part of her was being born, the part she'd hidden and ignored for so many years. Inside the cool and prim schoolteacher was a hot-blooded woman aching to be released.
"Do it to me, do it to meeee," Nancy wailed. "Ohhhh, OHHHHHHH."
Her whole body seemed to explode in dizzying pleasure, and she realized that she was coming-coming for the first time in her life. She couldn't control the violent writhing of her body, and her convulsing cunt gripped the man's cock hard, squeezing and milking it. He yelped and filled her snug little box with steamy come.
"That was great, baby," he said, crawling off her. "I'll be back for more."
Her lust satisfied, Nancy realized the terrible thing she'd just done-surrendering her precious virginity to a total stranger. "No," she sobbed, "no, don't come back."
But he was already gone.