Chapter 2
The next morning Nancy woke up horny. It had happened to her before, of course, during her long lonely years, but never so powerfully. All she could think about was the mysterious intruder of last night. Something about the man had awakened all her repressed sexual feelings.
At work it didn't get any better. Walking down the main hall of Oakdale High to her classroom, Nancy felt so lusty she could have screamed. She couldn't get the image of the intruder out of her mind, the flashing teeth, the ski mask, the tough wiry body. She was so preoccupied with the memory that she practically ran right into Tom.
"Hey, good morning, daydreamer," he laughed. "You must really have something on your mind. You didn't even see where you were going."
Nancy blushed furiously. She would have sunk right through the floor if Tom had guessed what she was thinking about. But of course he couldn't know anything about it. He still thought she was a virgin. Nancy finally managed a weak smile.
"Good morning, Tom," she said. "I've got to rush."
"No, you don't," he said, "there's still ten minutes before the bell. I want to talk to you."
He took her arm and steered her to the side of the hall, out of the way of hurrying students. "Nancy," he said, "I think I've figured out what's bothering you. You're an old-fashioned girl, and you don't believe in sex before marriage. I can understand that. In fact I admire it. So the solution is for us to get married right away. How about it?"
"But, Tom," Nancy said, "we agreed to save our money first. So we could buy a house and..."
"Never mind that," he said earnestly. "We'll get by. The important thing is to break through these inhibitions of yours, and I think a wedding ring will do the trick."
Again Nancy blushed. Inhibitions! Poor Tom, it was a good thing he hadn't seen her last night, writhing in the arms of a complete stranger, begging him to fuck her. No, Nancy had no more inhibitions about sex. But how could she explain the sudden change to Tom? And did she really deserve such a good man now that she'd behaved so wantonly?
"Look, Tom, I really do have to rush," she said, "but I'll think over what you said. You may be right, but I just have to think about it."
"Of course, honey," Tom said. "We'll go out later in the week, when you're ready to talk about it."
"Tom," Nancy sighed, "thanks for being so patient with me."
"No problem," Tom said with a grin. "And now I have to rush."
Now Nancy felt worse than ever. Her lusty thoughts about the rapist were disturbing enough, but now she felt an odd reluctance to marry Tom. Was she good enough for him? And on the other hand, could Tom possibly thrill and arouse her in bed the way the intruder had done? She had a lot to think about, and now it was time to teach.
Nancy's English class went as usual, most of the students listening to her remarks and doing their work quietly, while a small group of boys in the back row kept creating disturbances. It was early in the year, but Nancy had already identified the trouble-makers and was determined to split them up. It was a technique that usually worked.
"Joe Hanson," she called out, "I'd like you to sit up front."
Joe, a rugged blonde kid, groaned but obeyed. Next Nancy found a new seat for Ray Dillon, a tall lanky dark-haired kid who loved to dress in leather and tease the girls. She put him between two very studious homely girls who'd be sure not to speak to him. Ray looked miserable about the change but didn't say anything.
Then it was time to deal with the ringleader, Lee Crawford. Lee wasn't very big or good-looking, but he had some kind of power over the other disobedient boys, and he was the one who thought up all their dirty tricks in class. If Nancy could isolate him, her problems would be solved.
"Lee Crawford," she called, "I want you to sit in front, right here by my desk."
"Aw, shit," Lee muttered.
It wasn't very loud, yet the whole class heard it and erupted into giggles.and snickers. Lee, a scowl on his thin pockmarked face, sauntered to his new seat. He slouched there and glared at Nancy. She knew the boy hated her now, but at least he wouldn't be able to talk to his buddies. There'd be a quiet classroom for the rest of the year.
Nancy somehow got through the day, went home and took a long hot bath, and decided to go to bed early. Her worrisome thoughts had exhausted her. She put on a plain white cotton nightgown and was just getting into bed when she seemed to hear a strange noise. She heard the creaking of wood, as if a window were being raised.
The sound was coming from the bathroom. Nancy rushed in, and sure enough, there was the man in the ski mask, just coming through the window. How stupid of her not to have checked all the windows after last night!
"Get out," she shouted. "Get out right now, or I'll call the police."
"You won't get to the phone in time, lady," he said as he got through the window and dropped to the floor.
Nancy raced down the hall toward the phone, but the intruder was right behind her. He caught her around the waist, and they went tumbling to the carpet, Nancy kicking and screaming. Though the man was not big, he managed to wrestle her onto her back, then he lay on her, pinning her with his superior weight.
"I came back for more," he said in his raspy voice, "just like I promised."
"Oh, God," Nancy moaned.
She felt torn in half. She hated the idea of rape and force, and she certainly didn't like this cruel man. But her body was burning with lusty need, and she wanted more than anything for him to ball her again, to awaken all her deep passion as he had last night.
"Do we go in the bedroom," he said, "or should I fuck you right here?"
"This is outrageous," Nancy sputtered. "I'm warning you, you'd better get out of here. I'm not going to keep quiet about it this time."
"You wouldn't want that pretty face cut up, would you?" he replied. "I still got my knife. And besides, baby, I know you really wanta ball me. I remember how you were last night."
Nancy reddened. She, too, remembered vividly how she'd behaved once he started making love to her. She remembered her moans, her sighs, her helpless creaming, and all the dirty words of encouragement she'd screamed when he fucked her. No wonder he thought she'd welcome a second visit. But she had her standards and her pride.
"No," she said, "no, I don't want you. Please go away. You'll be in big trouble if you don't."
"Aw, knock off the crap, lady," he rasped. "We're gonna do it whether you like it or not-and you know it. So why waste time with a lot of argument? Take off that nightgown and let's have some fun."
"Noooo," Nancy moaned.
With all her remaining strength she pushed against his shoulders and managed to roll him off her. She leaped to her feet and ran into the living room, hoping to reach the phone before he caught her again. It was no use. He seized her around the waist and pulled her down onto the soft rug. Her nightgown rode up, showing a glimpse of glossy brown pussy fur.
"Yeah, let's just get that nightgown off," the man said eagerly.
"Oh, God, NO," Nancy wailed.
He seized her nightgown and ripped it in half down the front. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her whole tall luscious body was exposed for him to see. He ogled her huge wobbling tits with their large cone-shaped rosy nipples. He stared hungrily at the sweet little brown muff of her bush. Nancy attempted to pull the shreds of the nightgown around her, but the man jerked the torn garment right off her.
"Just stay right there," he snarled.
He took out his switchblade and flashed it at her. The room was well lit this time, and Nancy had a frightening look at the menacing weapon. It was enough to make her lie back on the rug, limp and submissive. Even being raped was better than having her looks spoiled with that vicious blade.
"Now you're thinking," the man said with a leer. "Just do exactly what I tell you, and you won't get hurt."
It was just like last night. She knew she was going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. Or was there a difference? Last night she hadn't felt this strange wicked lust, this kinky excitement. Though she loathed the man, she could feel her pussy swelling up and getting hot and moist.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
Blushing miserably, Nancy obeyed, opening her legs wide and bending them back at the knees. For the first time the intruder saw her pussy in full light. He gawked at the rosy moist flesh and the dainty fringe of brown curls. He eyed the bright red button of her clit and the small recessed mouth of her cunt.
Nancy could have died of mortification. No man had ever seen her naked pussy before, and the intruder intensified her discomfort by staring and staring at the most intimate part of her body. He even licked his lips as he studied her lovely scarlet gash. Then he reached out and placed his hand on the clean springy curls of her bush.
"Nice pussy, nice pussy," he mocked.
"Oh, for God's sake," Nancy moaned, "just do what you want and get it over with. Don't torture me like this."
"But I AM doing what I want," he laughed. "I wanta get you real hot for me, like I did last night. You remember that, don't you, baby? The way you begged for it?"
Nancy couldn't have felt more mortified. She blushed deeply as he began to pet her pussy, trailing his fingers over the slick hot flesh of her gash, rubbing the sensitive lump of her clit, the plump scarlet lips of her pussy, and the moist tight mouth of her box. His touch excited her wickedly, but she didn't want him to know that.
Then he drew back, stood, and barked, "Undress me."
"WHAT?" Nancy gasped.
"Get up and undress me," he ordered. "And hurry it up, before I have to use my knife."
Nancy leaped to her feet, her big breasts wobbling wildly. She didn't want to touch him, but the alternative was clear. Quickly she pulled his t-shirt off-he was careful to hold his ski mask in place. She bent and helped him out of his sneakers. Then, on her knees, she unzipped the fly of his jeans and started to pull them down.
"OH," she squeaked.
She was taken by surprise when his stiff cock snapped out at her, freed from the tight confinement of his jeans. It wagged heavily, lewdly, before her, almost grazing her lips. Nancy let his pants drop. It was only the second time in her life that she'd seen a cock, the first time in full light. She couldn't help staring.
"Yeah, take a good look, baby," he laughed. "You're gonna have a lot of fun with that meat tonight."
Nancy hardly heard him. She was too busy studying his prick. Last night the light had been dim and she hadn't seen it clearly. She gawked at his swollen rosy balls, his small brown curl patch, and the long thick stalk of his cock. It was milky-pale and blue-veined except for the head, which was bulb-shaped and purple. The small slit mouth of his cock was leaking little bubbles of juice.
Nancy drew back, trembling, and the intruder stepped out of his rumpled jeans and stood before her naked except for his mask. He walked right up to where Nancy knelt, till the swollen oozing head of his dick was almost touching her face. He was grinning wickedly, his white teeth flashing through the mouth hole of his mask.
"Touch my cock," he rasped. "Go on, baby, play with it. I can see you're dying to touch it."
Nancy turned beet red. How could he have known that she secretly wanted to explore his cock with her hands? She faked unwillingness, moving her hand very slowly and shakily towards his stiff-standing prick. She placed her hand very gingerly on the rock-hard stalk.
"That's it," he said breathlessly. "Just touch it a little. Touch it all over. It ain't gonna bite."
Nancy didn't like taking his orders, but she couldn't resist the chance to explore a cock for the very first time. Slowly she trailed her fingers up and down the stiff stalk of his prick, feeling the silky softness of the skin, the radiating heat, and hard core inside. Then she touched the swollen rubbery purple head of his cock, and more bright bubbles of juice gushed out to moisten her fingers.
His cock was pleasant to touch, and Nancy felt hypnotized with lust and curiosity. She ran her fingers up and down his cock again and again, over, under and around. She trailed her fingers through the crisp brown hairs of his bush and touched his hot pulsing nut sacs. It excited her wickedly to play with his dick.
"Put your fingers around it," he sighed. "Pump it."
Dazedly Nancy obeyed. She held his thick throbbing meat in her fist and began to pump, moving her hand timidly at first, then with increasing excitement. She liked running the silky warm stalk through her hand, and she could feel his prick swelling up even thicker and harder as she worked. His cock-juice bubbled out thickly, wetting her fingers and making her pumping slick and easy.
"Nice," the intruder sighed, "real nice. I'd let you jack me off, but I wanta save that hard-on. That's enough for now. Get up and go over to that chair."
Reluctantly Nancy obeyed. She had to admit that she'd really gotten off on playing with his big stiff dick, and she could hardly have gone on doing it. The intruder indicated an overstuffed chair, and Nancy walked over to it, wondering what new kinky idea he had in mind.
"Sit down," he said. "Put your legs up over the arms."
Nancy obeyed, blushing lobster red. With her long legs draped up over the arms of the chair, her lush red gash was totally exposed to the bright lights of the room. The man strolled over and dropped to his knees in front of her, his long stiff cock wagging obscenely. He studied her exposed slit, grinning and licking his lips.
Nancy waited, trembling. She saw him reach out, and then she felt the same sudden blasting pleasure as last night as he took her tiny red clit between his fingers and began kneading the sensitive little button. She stifled a gasp. But she couldn't stop the sudden spurt of hot steamy juice from her cunt. The intruder saw it and laughed.
"Yeah, you really dig this, don't you, baby?" he said.
Nancy felt so ashamed. Why should she get so aroused by this sadistic humiliating scene, when Tom, the man she loved, couldn't get her hot enough to go all the way? Was there something the matter with her? She tried to mask her mounting excitement as the stranger kneaded her clit and made her whole belly melt with pleasure.
Now she was sure that her long years without sex had warped her feelings. Only the brutal force of this rapist had brought out the passion and the need which she'd hidden for so long. Tom was too kind, too gentle, to awaken her lust. She'd had to be literally raped into an awareness of her own body.
But that didn't mean it was right. She shivered with horny pleasure while the man played with her hot little joy button, yet she hated herself for responding like that. She fought her growing horniness, gritting her teeth to stop the moans and sighs that rose to her lips. But still she couldn't stop the steady eager creaming of her cunt.
"You're getting nice and wet for me," he chuckled. "That's good. I'm gonna fuck you silly tonight, baby."
Even his wicked words excited her. Nancy fought and fought her sensual nature, her conscience screaming that the whole scene was dick and depraved. But she'd waited too long for her sexual awakening. She simply couldn't ignore the violent need in her aroused pussy. He gave her clit an extra hard tweak, and she gasped with bliss.
"Ohhhhhh," Nancy whined.
"Yeah, dig it, baby," the man whispered eagerly. "Get real hot for me."
He went on kneading her clit, rolling the slick little lump between his fingers, sending sweet pulsations of pleasure through her belly. With his other hand he reached into her steamy little snatch and tickled the plump hot lips of her pussy, intensifying her pleasure. He rimmed the drooling little mouth of her cunt with a stiff fingertip.
"Ummmmmm," Nancy sighed.
She couldn't control herself any more. It felt too damned good, and she'd waited too long. Years of sexual frustration were coming to a boil now under the expert pussy-play of the stranger. Slowly he began to ease a stiff middle finger up her red-hot box, and Nancy whined with pleasure. Her slick cunt walls gripped his finger, pulling it deeper.
"You really dig that, huh?" he laughed harshly. "Wait'll I get it all the way in."
He thrust his finger clear to the last knuckle in her molten-hot little box. Nancy creamed hugely around his finger as searing pleasure ripped through her belly. He started to finger-fuck her, jerking his finger up and down like a" tiny stiff cock. She was so excited, she almost came.
"Ooooooo," Nancy squealed.
He chuckled as he watched the lovely tall brunette completely succumbing to his wicked finger play. He worked his finger a little longer in her tight gushing box, then whipped it out. Nancy felt his fingertip moving even lower in her soaked hot snatch, then pressing firmly against the tiny wrinkled mouth of her ass-hole.
"Oh, NO," she gasped, suddenly shocked, "not there."
"Aw, don't be so uptight," he laughed. "You'll dig it. Just let me stick it in."
"Nooooo," Nancy wailed.
But it was too late. He popped his stiff finger inside the tiny clenched mouth of her ass-hole and quickly slid it all the way up her fiery-hot brownie. Nancy gasped with surprise. She'd expected pain or at least discomfort, but in fact it felt terrific to have a long stiff finger up her bumhole.'
"Oh, my GOD," she moaned.
He worked his finger in her ass-hole just like he'd done in her cunt, jerking it stiffly up and down in cock-like motions. Nancy knew it was an incredibly wicked thing to do, yet she couldn't resist the stunning pleasure that radiated from her tight little brownie. She moaned and creamed and writhed, and once more she got so excited that she almost came. Then suddenly he whipped his finger out of her brownie.
"You're ready now," he panted.
Nancy's long legs were still draped up over the arms of the chair. The intruder braced his hands on the chair arms and dipped down toward her, bringing the drooling purple head of his cock up against the soaked mouth of her cunt. Nancy didn't resist. She needed his fucking too badly. As his thick hard cock entered her, she wailed with delight.
"Oh, yes, YES," she cried, "put it in meee."
He grinned wickedly down at her as he worked his rock-hard meat all the way up her boiling-hot cunt. He thrust till his swollen cock-head touched her womb and his full hot nut sacs rested against her steamy little pussy. All the while Nancy's hot cunt-cream boiled around his dick, and she kept up a steady hoarse moaning.
Then he began to fuck her just the way she needed it-fast and hard and deep. Nancy lost all shame, all pride, as she responded to the delicious thrusts. Her big brown eyes rolled crazily, and her pretty little face was twisted in a horny leer. All she could think about was fucking, coming.
"You love it, don't you, baby?" the intruder panted. "You love me to ball you?"
"Yes," Nancy babbled, "oh, yes, YES. Keep fucking me. Don't stop. Oh, God, I LOVE IT."
She knew she'd be ashamed of her wanton words later, but right now she just couldn't control herself. She arched her body upward, taking his lunging prick as deep as she could, and then she screamed with pleasure as she began to come.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHHH," Nancy wailed.
He kept fucking her hard, intensifying her climax, and then just as her delicious spasms were dying away she felt the steamy wet blast of his come. They writhed together a few more moments, and then he went still, his shrinking cock still lodged deep in her soaked little box.
"Now I've got a real surprise for you, baby," he said. "I'm gonna show you who I am."
He whipped off his ski mask, and Nancy screamed with horror.
"Surprise, teacher," said Lee Crawford.