Chapter 2

Mona Kase had a secret of her own. At the age of eighteen, she was still a virgin. She had tried pot, even sniffed coke once, had petted heavily, but when it came to touching a man's genitals, or letting a man touch her between her legs, Mona always froze.

When she had been a young girl, Mona had had a German nurse who had warned her that if she indiscriminately let men touch her, her vagina would internally rot. The nurse was eventually fired, and Mona had studied sex education in school, and her conscious mind had forgotten everything the German nurse had said. But her subconscious had remembered. In her middle teens, she had become obsessed with trying to discover the joys of sex, only to find she would freeze every time she was asked to touch a male, or a male tried going below her waist. Once, when she was sixteen, a boy had all but forced her to touch him, and as a result, Mona had become frozen with fear. The following morning, when she awoke, she discovered her smooth arms and legs had grown a fine covering of lint-like hair. She, who had never before shaved or used Nair, had found herself frantic, and had gone to an electrolysist to have all the hair permanently removed. As a result, she had started drinking heavily, but even at her most drunk, she managed to stop anyone from "going too far" with her.

Oddly enough, her mother, who really didn't give a damn about her, was convinced her daughter was a sleep-around tramp. But with all the money she had, Mona was able to be anything she wanted. She would sometimes go on a bender and disappear for a week or two at a time, only to discover when she returned home, that no one had really missed her or had given a damn. This only served to make her a little more sour, and so she drank a bit more heavily.

That particular night, she was more than half drunk while out with Bobby Selkirk. Bobby was one of the few boys she allowed to date her. Though he had the reputation on his college campus of being King Stud, Mona wanted to be with him solely because he was one of the few local males who had any kind of money. The last thing she wanted was to date a poor boy.

Bobby was as spoiled in his own way as she. He also liked drinking, but he avoided drugs. He was into athletics, and as a result, aside from some hard Scotch, avoided anything, including tobacco, that would slow down his reflexes.

With the show over, Mona let Bobby lead her back to his Ferrari convertible. She slid in on the passenger side, sat back as he got behind the wheel, and less than a minute later, they were off. He drove for about five minutes, coming to Commonwealth Point, where all the cars came to make out. At this time of night half the cars had already gone, and the other half wouldn't be there much longer.

To date, Bobby hadn't done more than rub Mona's breasts a little. In fact, once, to satisfy her curiosity, he had jerked off in front of her to show her his cock was nothing to be afraid of. It wasn't a particularly large or impressive cock, nor was it too small, and Mona, afraid of penises, didn't dare comment on it when they were alone.

He parked the car under a large tree that blocked out the moonlight and the stars, turning off the motor. There were sounds of radio music coming from some of the other cars, and then Mona felt Bobby reach for her, his hands grabbing her waist.

"C'mere, baby," he muttered to her, his voice hoarse with desire for her.

She clamped her mouth to his, drunkenly enjoying this. She always enjoyed kissing and a little fondling. Her lips parted, letting his tongue slither in, and as the oral digit probed the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, her heart began wildly beating.

"Ooooooo mmmm . . . uuuu mmmmm . . . aaaa-hhhh mmmmm!" she moaned over and over again.

Then, as he continued kissing her, she was aware of his hand slipping from around her waist, moving higher, surrounding the firm swells of her overly bloated breasts. His fingertips began to expertly tease her nipples, one at a time, causing them to come tautly erect through the thin material of her blouse and brassiere. Gradually, as he pressed against her more and more, the attractive teenage girl found herself lying back against the door on her side. The sport's car was surprisingly wide, and she had the opportunity to stretch her five-foot-four-inch body along the front seat.

Before her besotted mind quite realized what was happening, her blouse was being undone, then pushed up around her neck when he was unable to undo the last button. Her flimsy brassiere was tugged down, exposing the swells of her naked breasts, and Bobby's hands were massaging and caressing them into maddening hardness, taunting the sensitive areolae with the palms of his hands.

Abruptly, he removed his lips from hers, and he let his lips wander down to take one of her tender, erect buds between them. His playfully teasing tongue on her sensitive nipples was so overpowering, she felt herself driven to a desperate frenzy, more so than usual. It was so desperate, in fact, she was barely aware of his hand, slipping between her legs, stroking the warm flesh of her inner thighs. His fingers moved hungrily, anxiously over the nylon-sheathed softness of her trembling loins, noting she wore stockings and not pantyhose. Mona didn't notice it at first, because his mouth was still sucking hungrily on her nipples. This time his hands went higher.

Without warning, the dark-blond boy swiftly insinuated his probing fingers beneath the narrow elastic of her waistband, tugging at her white panties, yanking them down and stroking the silken mound of her delicate pubic V. As she jerked, he pushed his fingers between the lips of her pink cleft.

"No!" she screamed, aware of what was happening. "For God's sake, Bobby, no! Don't do this!" she gasped the instant she felt that initial tentative contact of his probing finger as it massaged the swollen bud of her clitoris. Her entire body stiffened.

The youth completely ignored Mona's cry, letting her voice drift off into the night air. The radios of the surrounding cars prevented her cries from being heard as he continued stroking with his fingers between her thighs, working his extended middle finger farther and farther into her, pressing into the tightness of her tender virginal slash. He continued his maddening caresses on the quivering little bud of sensation without attempting to penetrate her cunt, and even though her body remained stiff and unwilling, static tingles began blasting their way through her quaking body. Tingling sensation thrilled her, and feelings she had never previously known invaded her, making her body twist, turn, and churn. The sensation slowly but surely overcame the objections issuing from her subconscious, and little by little she found herself relaxing, something she had heretofore been unable to do. Hot waves of desire suddenly began coursing through her quivering body, and for the first time in her life she found she was pressing her vagina against the fingers rubbing it, her buttocks squirming firmly into the seat of the car as she continually responded to the way he was fingering her man-in-the-boat.

Oh, God! It felt so good, so unbelievable! But still, there was that nagging in the back of her mind.

"No, Bobby, no!" she shouted, sensing that the youth, in his slightly drunk, aroused state might be too far gone, and strong as he was, there would be no way for her to hold him back.

She squirmed, trying to pull her body away from his hand, but before she was able to yank herself away from the pleasure she was feeling, his fingers began pushing into the tight foramen of her vagina, stroking carefully, softly, gently. Then, just like that, his fingers were out of her, and he was pulling himself away.

The ecstasy aroused by the probing of his finger into her vagina, added to the pressure she had felt on her clitoris had been good, and she lay with her head against the seatback, letting her body digest what she had just felt. It was over! Thank God! He had come to his senses, but still, it had felt good, and though, for a moment she had been rigidly horrified, the good feeling had overpowered the terror this time. She looked at her arms. No! There were no signs of growing hair. She knew that good as electrolysis was, there had been many hair follicles it hadn't touched in her arms and legs, and she feared that the horror she had experienced would be so overpowering, she would once again look as if she were covered with a film of lint. The next time it might pop out on her belly, as well.

Suddenly she heard the metallic sound of a zipper opening his pants. At the same time she heard some of the other nearby cars starting up and leaving, and she realized that as the boy was exposing himself, pulling out his cock, the other cars were, one by one, leaving. Apparently the occupants of the other cars were finished for the night.

Mona was once again frozen with abject horror. Her eyes opened that much wider as she saw him take out his penis, and she realized Bobby's cock was both longer and thicker than the one she had been forced to touch years before. In fact, it stood from his open fly looking like a gigantic flagpole, in spite of the fact that the first time she had seen it, when he had jerked off in front of her, it hadn't looked nearly that large.

"Please, Bobby," the brown-haired girl gasped, struggling in order to sit upright on the car seat. "I think we've gone far enough. You take me home, take me home right now."

She tried hard to wriggle away from him, but the strength of his masculine arms was too much for her to struggle against. The husky college athlete, already distinguishing himself in the new September term, had already hunched himself over her reclining body, and now he pressed his weight between her parted thighs, tearing her panties out from underneath her skirt as he pushed said skirt back. He had her left calf on top of the seatback, and her right ankle was trapped under the steering wheel of the car.

"Mona, you've cock-teased me long enough," Bobby told her. "I fuck the chicks who date me. You're richer than I am, and I figure you and I oughta get married when I'm out of college, but I want you to turn into a good lay, first. I ain't marrying any frigid Brigit, so tonight you're gonna fuck for me, like it or not."

She stared at him, and the sight of him hovering over her made her think of a huge grizzly bear-albeit a blond oneas he growled down at her. She quaked as she felt the weight of a thick blunt instrument against her inner thigh. She realized immediately it was the boy's prick. The eighteen-year-old girl automatically became a marble statue of rigid fear, her body flinching away from the rubbery head of the solid staff.

Aware this was the time to stop him, before it was too late, the dark-haired girl tried hard to protest again. She opened her mouth to object, but fear had paralyzed her vocal cords. No sounds came out. The words merely stuck in her throat as his large hands seized both her mountainously quivering mammaries, compressing them tightly together until he had the nipples almost touching, and then he was able to literally pop both tan extensions into his mouth at the same time, sucking on them, making them throb between his lips.

Then Bobby did something totally unexpected, something she had heard about, read about, but didn't believe. He let his tongue lick its way down over her trembling body, across the flat of her belly, his desire-stiffened cock moving down the inside of her thigh to her knee, and then along the side of her calf as his face continued moving lower. Unbidden mewls of wanton lust suddenly seeped through the rigid terror filling her, leaping from her lips as the boy's moist tongue flicked forward and delved into her tiny navel.

A moment later the aroused teenager did her best to stop him, but her hands suddenly seemed to refuse to obey the commands being issued by her mind, and she settled herself lower on the long, wide seat. Overcome by sensations of maddening patterns of indecent desire trailing behind Bobby's gently lapping tongue, the attractive rich girl gasped.

Without warning, his fingers hooked themselves into the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, and before she was able to do or say anything to stop him, he had peeled the flimsy garment over the wide flare of her hips, his relentless strength forcing her slender thighs tightly together long enough beneath him to slip her panties from one ankle, then the other.

"Wrong . . . wrong . . . I'll rot in there if you do it. . . . " she muttered. "Please . . . Bobby . . . no . . . don't.. . don't do this to me. . . I'll do anything else.. . but not this.. . . "

But the passionately aroused young athlete paid no attention to what she was saying, ignoring her protesting cries, the bulls-eye of his wanton desire now nakedly exposed and pinkly gleaming before his wide, hungry eyes. In the dark shadow cast by the bright light of the moon as it washed through the windshield of the Ferrari, he anxiously glanced at the wetly palpitating coral center that was her untouched vagina, also noting the straining cords of muscle between her tender white thighs.

With a deep groan the youth dropped his head once again to the tender softness of her white belly. He slowly trailed his tongue over the smooth, flat plane, letting it run down through the tickling mound of sparse pubic hair until he finally had his face pressing firmly against the hot, narrow pink mouth of her cunt. His hardened cock throbbed, becoming more rigid than ever as he speared the pointed tip of his tongue into the juicy tenderness of that most closely guarded center of her sinuously shaped body. From the way it was leaking, it was obvious her tender vagina was getting hotter with every passing moment. From the way she had been talking about rot, he had feared she might smell down there, so he was pleasantly surprised when he discovered, much to his delight, how totally sanitary she was, and how inwardly clean. He exulted as he felt the rubbery tightness of her vaginal lips clamp around his nose and mouth as he pursed his lips against the opening.

A strangled cry of total pleasure suddenly rose without meaning to from Mona's tightly gagging throat as his tongue began to lewdly shove itself into the sensitivity of a cuntal mouth that had heretofore never known the joy of any kind of penetration. The oral digit flicked in and out, circling the rim of the inner labia, sending all kinds of maddening spasms of desire suddenly shooting through the girl, giving her feelings the like of which she had never previously known.

My God! she thought. What's he doing to me down there? Horror filled her as she realized precisely what it was that was causing her that wonderfully tickling sensation. In order to confirm what she already knew to be true, she raised her head, staring in disbelief at the way his head was continually bobbing between her outspread tender thighs. He suddenly lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her tender vagina that much more as he proceeded to cram his tongue as far into the virgin flesh as it was capable of reaching. Her body jerked and squirmed, thrashing wildly under him.

"AAA AHHHHH AAAAAA NNNNNG GGGGHH HHHH!" she groaned, unaware of the fact that she was having an initial orgasm. It was small, yet the newness of it made it feel like much more than it was. "No more . . . please . . . oh, please . . . no more . . . . " she begged, her puritanical upbringing urging her to resist as it welled up inside her. Still, her hands reached down, and though meaning to push him away, her fingers wove themselves in his blond hair, and she pulled his face even more tightly against her seething loins.

The young athlete gloated to himself as she pushed on the back of his head, pressing his face all the more tightly into the pungent flesh of her tantalizing pussylips, aware of the way her budding clitoris was pulsing and swelling under his working tongue. He was certain, now that he had given her a taste of orgasm, that he would be able to ram his cock into her cunt and really make her know what it was like to have a rouser of a climax. He had waited quite a while for this, but it'd be worth it. All that talk of eventual marriage was bullshit! He didn't want to marry a highhanded rich snob of a bitch. He wanted a poor girl who knew the value of a dollar and who would be careful spending the money so he'd be able to spree with it, himself. But for the moment, let her think anything she wanted.

Abruptly, to Mona's simultaneous relief and sudden disappointment, her handsome young male date was sliding his body over hers again, blanketing her with his solid form, leaving her tongue-tantalized cunt aflame with lasciviously wanton desire. An instant later, the same mouth that had pressed against her vagina was pressing against her own mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside, dueling with her own tongue, letting her taste the juices from her own cunt. At the same time he reached down between their bodies and placed the blood-bloated tip of his hard, swollen penis right up against the narrow little hole leading into her steaming vagina, making her mind reel, as passion and fear filled her at one and the same time.

The thought of losing her virginity terrified the lovely girl as she felt the bulbous swell of his huge cock-head press against her ultra-sensitive inner labia, his fingers working the wet flesh open in order to solidly lodge his pulsing penis inside the tight, rubber-like rim. Without even stopping to think, the lovely young brunette moved her own hand down between her helplessly spread thighs and wrapped her fingers around the pulsing shaft as it desperately strained to push itself into her vaginal tunnel. She had to stop it, somehow. His mouth, pressed firmly against hers caused her to hear animal grumbles and she was barely able to mumble her own protests in return.

Mona clenched her fingers as tightly as possible around the throbbing penile barrel, aware of the moving head, rubbing up and down, enhancing the pleasurable sensations in her, even if there was a bit of discomfort. God! It felt so much larger than that last penis she had been forced to touch. She had never expected to feel a penis this thick. If he were to ram this thing inside her narrow tightness she would be split right up the middle.

Her thoughts were a mingling of fear and the sheer lascivity of his throbbing organ, so hard, so lustful, so delightful in her fingers, pulsing, exciting her as she had never been excited before. She was almost able to imagine seeing the pulsing penile swollenness plunging into the tight depths of her helplessly seething vagina, her conscious mind insisting nothing bad would happen, thus finally putting to an end the horrible old wives' tale her nurse had told her when she was so young. There was a seemingly endless wave of insane desire to feel the organ sink into her like a drug driving her wild.

Instinctively curious about his long, hard cock, she began jerking the outer flesh back and forth, her palm gripping it so that it pressed against the underside, feeling the spot where the folded helmet joined itself to the rest of the penis. She was aware of the broad, throbbing tube in the underside, the urethra, as it palpitated against her palm, and the temptation to raise her thighs and pull him into her was becoming overwhelming. God! It seemed like the right thing to do, and she was there, right on the edge of letting it happen.

That was when Bobby slipped his finger over the bloated tip of his hard cock now lodged firmly between her inner lips, but not yet inside the vulval hole. He extended his middle finger, letting it reach into the mucous-lined center now slippery with quantities of his saliva as well as a flood of her own natural oils, and he began rubbing his bloated glans tantalizingly against her secretly throbbing clitoris, pushing the penile head up and down repeatedly.

The lovely high school graduate tensed her near-naked body, her blouse still up around her neck, her skirt bunched around her waist as new and overwhelming waves of passionate pleasure rippled through her trembling interior. For a moment she froze, unable to move, lying there on the car seat frozen like a statue as lustful sensations continued building in her throbbing arteries.

That was when Bobby decided he was unable to wait any longer. The cling of her vaginal lips, sucking around his penile head as he moved it up and down in her slot was driving him out of his mind. He had to fuck her, now! His balls were swollen with sperm, his prostate enlarged with semen, and he was on the verge of erupting.

His fingers left her tantalizing clitoral nubbin as he braced himself above her lovely, naked body, and removing his lips from hers, prepared for that long-awaited thrust into the tight depths of her seething womanly center. His fingers once again took hold of the base of his penis, and as he guided the head toward her opening, he felt the sensation welling up to where he was unable to stop it. Hell! He didn't want to come before he got his cock inside her!

"Mona!" he panted frantically, staring down as she lay beneath him. "Sweetie.. . honey . . . this is it.. . I gotta fuck you! Jesus! I can't remember when I wanted to fuck a woman this much."

His voice snapped her out of the euphoria into which she had fallen. Mona cringed and yelled, "No!" wildly aroused and gasping as she was, now ignoring the lewd sensations in her shuddering loins. His talking had broken the spell, the obscene words bringing her to her senses. "No, Bobby! It's wrong, all wrong! I've done a lot of wrong things in my life, but this isn't one of them. I'm not going to start now."

She struggled with all her might, doing her best to scissor her body tightly shut, but the weight of his body still lying heavily between her thighs kept the loins spread wide apart, completely open to the demands of his hot cock. She gasped, shuddering as she felt the blunt tip pressing, the trunk of the penis pushing against a hand that she had once again tightly wrapped around it to keep the penis from entering her. Little by little the head was pushing into the narrowness of her vagina, unleashing another stream of wild desire as it began stretching her walls, working through her untried loins. Those inner walls of her shuddering cunt were aching all over again to be filled with the throbbing presence of his swollen cock. But the mingling of her subconscious and her conscience wouldn't allow her to accept his lasciviously throbbing phallus inside her body-maybe the nurse was right, after all. Maybe she would inwardly turn rotten. As much as her body ached and craved for it, she knew she didn't dare let him inside her. It would ruin her life. She felt a more determined resistance giving her renewed strength, and she wrenched his relentlessly pushing penis out just far enough so that when he did ram forward, it slid against her right labia and up onto her pelvis. The massively hard and swollen organ rubbed against her inner right thighs, and hot colorless oil washed from the tip all over her. For a moment she thought he had ejaculated all over her naked flesh, but a moment later she was aware that his lust-stiffened cock was as iron-rigid as ever. Her fingers, still holding onto it, told her as much. Then she remembered from sex education class that both, men and women produced a lubricant to make the entry of the penis into the vagina that much easier. This, she realized, was the oil she was feeling running all over her skin. Damn!

Bobby was inwardly cursing, his brain filled with epithets for this snobbish rich bitch when he lunged forward, driving his cock at her, only to find the organ not slipping into her cunt, but riding above and to the side of it. The thrilled idea of success was starting to drain from him, and though he struggled with her, he found it impossible to make her let go of his cock so that he would be able to plunge it into her. There was admittedly excruciating pleasure from the pressure of her fingers as they held his penis only a few scant inches away from the cut of her cunt, and this sent burning waves of swirling heat through his sperm-bloated testicles. He was going to come at any moment, and he tightly gritted his teeth in the hope of preventing it from happening.

Out loud he boasted, "I'm gonna fuck you, honey, and nothing you can do is gonna stop me." He was groaning, wriggling his hips around desperately, trying to move his phallus into the target between her widespread thighs.

Once again he managed to get the bulbous penile head into position, even with her hand gripping the phallus. He pushed, and the head slowly rubbed against her clitoris and moved lower, lower, lower in the slash, fighting madly to find and bury itself in the vaginal mouth tantalizing him by staying out of reach. Now he used greater strength, aware that she, out of desperation, was suddenly far stronger in resisting him than she might be under ordinary circumstances.

"Don't do this!" Mona yelled in panic, suddenly aware how alone they were on the Point, the up-thrusting penis sending even wilder passionate sensations of desire and abandon surging through her physical being as the head continually rubbed against her labia, while the thickness of it remained clutched in her surrounding fingers. "Gotta get in!" he grunted.

"We mustn't.. . we can't.. . . " she insisted, panting passionately as she lay beneath him.

Had she known he would be like this, ignoring her commands, her wishes, she would never have consented to come up here with him. He had never been this desperate before. She had sincerely believed him to want her enough to restrain himself. It wasn't a matter of love or respect, but simply a matter of money marrying money, but at the moment he was so obviously carried away by the nearness of his cock-head to the opening of her vagina that he was no longer paying attention to her loud and frantic words.

She was abruptly aware of him arching his body-above hers, and his weight, which had been pinning her thighs against the seat lifted away for a split second as he prepared to drive against the grip of her hand and send his cock tunneling into the tiny vestibule of womanhood between her thighs, letting her torrid vaginal swamp surround it and inundate it with her juices and virginal blood whether she wanted this or not. As he powered forward, the girl unwittingly tightened her already strangulating grip on his throbbing cock, gasping as the seeping penile head pressed itself between the steaming pink lips of her inner vagina. His long, thick penile shaft slipped slowly down along the narrow valley, but her cuntlips clamped tightly shut, and the tiny opening was so narrow, it seemed impossible to force his way inside.

Mona's thighs clamped themselves firmly around Bobby's loins in an effort to try and hold him back, and her hand jerked back and forth along his penis, rapidly. This was the last straw. He threw his head back and yelled, "GODDDD AAAAAMN! HHH HHHHHH HNNNNG GGGGGH HHHH!" COM MMMMIIIIN-NNN GGGGGG . . . DAMN YOUUUU . . . FUCKINN NNNG . . . BITCH.. . . "

Unable to stop himself from moving, he pumped his cock back and forth in her tightly clutching hand as he felt the unavoidable rush of sperm blast out. He shot his sperm all over her, then collapsed on top of her.

Thank God! Mona thought, when he finally moved, and began lifting himself off her.

He put his cock back in his pants while she took a tissue from his glove compartment and wiped his mess from her body. Then she tugged down her skirt and her blouse. Both her panties and brassiere were all but useless now, and the latter she tried pulling into place, while she threw the panties out, saying, 'Take me home, now, Bobby."

But Bobby was seething. He had spent lots of time and money on this cunt, and she had accepted it as something due her. Some other chick would have made it clear earlier on that he wouldn't get any action, and he would have dumped her long before this. Not this cunt! She felt everyone owed her everything. Well he was going to show her he owed her shit. If he wasn't able to fuck that cunt of hers, he had no use for her.

"Okay, baby!" he growled at her, as he started the Ferrari. "Out!"

Mona stared at him, unable to believe what she had heard. How dare he talk to her that way.

"Wh-what did you say?" she asked, shaken and stammering.

"I told you to get the fuck outta the car!" he roared at her. "You ain't gonna fuck, so I don't need you, honey.

There're lots of other chicks who don't hold their pussies back. Besides, you're a snooty fucking snob. Your company stinks, so just get the hell out."

"You have to be joking!" she gasped. "You can't leave me here all by myself. It's at least twenty or thirty miles to my house, farmland all the way."

"Yeah!" he nodded. "Honey, you been handing me a line of bullshit, thinkin' as long as you have your legs, you can walk just about anywhere. Well, even if your legs are your best friends, even the best of friends must part, sooner or later. You just don't see it that way. So use your best friends, and walk. I figure you'll get home by morning, maybe, if you don't get mugged and raped. Bye, honey."

Opening her door, he shoved her out, and without bothering to slam it shut, he took off, the forward force of the car slamming it closed, all but burying the stunned Mona in a cloud of dust.