In the small Mid-Western town of Oakdale courting couples gathered by the dozens every Saturday night at Trout Lake to play a familiar game. In each parked car a boy was trying to persuade a girl to go just a little farther. And in one car, a green '72 Chevy, the boy seemed to be succeeding.
"Wendy, baby," Dick Borden panted, "I want you so much."
Wendy Evans eagerly returned Dick's hot embrace and sighed, "I want you, too, Dick."
"How much do you want me?" Dick said, nuzzling her neck. "Enough to marry me?"
Wendy drew back. "Dick," she said sadly, "you know that isn't possible."
Dick gave her a hurt look, and once again Wendy felt caught in a terrible dilemma. She loved Dick and had been planning to marry him for a long time. But recently she'd had a chance to enter the Miss North America beauty pageant, the dream of her life, and the pageant wasn't open to married women. She had to choose between the man she loved and the greatest ambition of her life.
"Does that damned contest really mean so much to you?" Dick said bitterly.
Wendy bit her lip. "Dick, I want to be in that contest more than anything," she said. "It means so much to me. We could get married after the contest. We'd only have to wait a year."
"We've already waited two years," Dick snapped. "I'm not waiting any longer. Marry me now, Wendy, or forget it."
Wendy felt a sudden rush of anger. She was only twenty years old, a spectacular tall brunette beauty with her whole life ahead of her, and Dick wanted her just to settle down in a one-horse town and have babies. Much as she loved him, she wanted more out of life than that.
"I'm sorry, Dick," she said, "but I'm going to enter that contest, and I'm going to win."
"And to hell with me?" Dick said angrily. "All right, baby, to hell with you, too. But before we say goodbye, I'm going to get something I've always wanted from you – and I'm going to get it now."
He grabbed Wendy roughly, nearly squeezing the breath out of her, and kissed her hard. In spite of her anger, Wendy felt the melting lust she'd always had for him. They'd never gone all the way, wanting to wait for marriage, but sometimes it was damned hard to resist. Like now. Wendy wanted Dick so badly she could have screamed.
Dick pressed his lips hard against hers, forcing her lips open. He snaked his wet hot tongue deep into her mouth. As his tongue played hungrily over her tongue, Wendy felt her horny virgin pussy swelling up plump and hot, a feeling she very often got with Dick.
So far she'd been able to resist that feeling, but tonight it seemed harder than ever. Soon she'd be leaving town for the beauty pageant, and it would be a long time before she saw Dick again. Maybe she'd never see him again, he was so angry at her. If she was going to go all the way with him, now was the time.
Yet something held her back from surrendering her virginity. It would be a pretty big step to take after all. She and Dick had always agreed it was right to wait for marriage. Locked in his hot exciting embrace, Wendy just didn't know what to do.
As he kissed her ravenously, his tongue teasing hers, Dick slid his hands up and down her tall voluptuous body, feeling every curve. That excited Wendy even more. She couldn't resist running her hands over his body, too, feeling the hard-muscled flesh. Dick was twenty-two and extremely well built.
"Ummmmm," Wendy murmured.
Damn those contest rules. She would have loved to run off with Dick tonight and get married. They could stay at a motel and finally do all the things they'd wanted to do with each other. She'd finally know what it was like to take his cock into her body. But as a married woman she couldn't compete in the pageant – so marriage was out.
Dick finally broke their long steamy kiss and whispered hoarsely, "You want me. I can feel it."
"Yes, of course I want you, Dick," Wendy sighed, "but we agreed to wait till we're married."
Dick spoke in a harsher tone. "Well, we're not getting married. YOU decided that, Wendy. This may be the last time we'll be together – so why not fuck each other now?"
Wendy blushed. He'd never used that word around her before. "Dick," she said desperately, "please be reasonable. Even if I win the contest, we'll only have to wait a year. And if I don't win, it could be just a matter of weeks. Let's wait."
"No, I've waited long enough for you," Dick said coldly. "Jesus Christ, Wendy, I'm only human. I've been so horny for you for so long, it hurts. No, I'm not going to wait any longer for you. I'm gonna have you NOW."
He pushed Wendy down on the seat of the car and rolled on top of her, pinning her in place. Wendy squeaked in alarm and tried to push him oft but he was too heavy for her. He began kissing and pawing her, his breathing loud and raspy. She'd never seen him out of control before. He seemed bent on raping her.
"Dick, no, please," she gasped. "I'm not ready. I don't want to do it."
Dick silenced her with a savage kiss. Wendy felt totally confused. She wanted to ball him, and yet she didn't. She would have loved going all the way with him in bed, as his wife, but not on the seat of a car in a rough near-rape. She wanted everything to be just right when she gave up being a virgin.
Yet she couldn't deny the molten-hot swelling in her pussy as Dick kissed and caressed her. She was just as horny as he was, though her modesty wouldn't let her admit it. Whenever she and Dick necked, her virgin slit would grow swollen and wet and hot like this, and she'd ache to know what it was like to make love totally.
Dick fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and Wendy felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Sometimes she'd let Dick fondle her tits through her blouse, but she'd never let him see or touch her naked breasts. She'd been raised by very strict parents, and she knew when to draw the line.
"Dick, no, please don't do that," she whimpered.
"For God's sake," he panted, "be reasonable, Wendy. It's our last time together. At least let me look at your body. Give me that much to remember."
Wendy melted. It seemed like such a little thing to do, considering that she was walking out on their engagement, giving up Dick in order to follow her own ambitions. He'd always been so gentle and patient before, too, never going farther than she wanted. Perhaps he deserved a reward.
"All right, Dick," she said shyly. "But you can only look."
"Sure," he sighed, "I'll only look."
He awkwardly unbuttoned her blouse, while Wendy lay trembling beneath him. Now that she'd given her permission she felt scared and embarrassed. No one, not even her mother, had seen her mature breasts naked. Dick finally got her blouse open and drew it oft leaving her in just her dainty white lace bra.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathed.
Wendy had very large breasts, the cleavage deep and ripe, and her full tits seemed about to burst from the tight confinement of her bra. The white cups poked straight up, luminous in the moonlight. Dick's hands sweated and shook as he reached around her and fumbled with the hook of her bra.
At last he got the catch open. Wendy blushed hotly as he drew off her bra and dropped it on the floor of the car. Both she and Dick stared in wonder at her pale full tits. It seemed unreal after two years of courtship during which they'd never removed an article of clothing.
"Jesus, you're gorgeous," Dick said at last, his voice husky with longing.
Wendy's big full breasts were perfectly firm and pointed even though she lay on her back. They were the size of small watermelons and similarly shaped. The flesh of her boobs was creamy-pale, in contrast to the healthy tan over the rest of her body. She had dainty little nipples the color of coffee and cream.
Dick stared and stared at her jugs, and Wendy couldn't stop blushing. Her large lovely tits had always been a source of embarrassment to her. Boys had teased her, gawked at her, and tried to feel her up – that is, until she started going with Dick. Dick had made short work of any guy who gave her a bad time.
And just this year she'd learned that her extra-large breasts could actually be an advantage. Combined with her five-feet-eight stature, her lovely figure, and her pretty face, they gave her a stunning appearance. A promoter for the Miss North America pageant, passing through town, had spotted Wendy at the cafe where she worked as a waitress and had assured her she'd go far in the pageant.
Right now, though, she couldn't keep her mind on the future. There was only this embarrassing yet exciting moment, with Dick gawking hungrily at her beautiful naked tits. At last he sighed and reached out to gently cup the full soft melons. He was a big guy, but her lush breasts almost overflowed his hands.
"Oh, Jesus, Wendy," he moaned.
He began to mold and caress her big warm jugs, gently and awkwardly at first, then with growing boldness and a firmer touch. Wendy's face flamed. It was the first time a boy had touched her naked breasts. At first she felt only modesty and shame, but gradually his touch began to feel rather pleasant.
She hadn't realized that her tits could be a source of sexual pleasure. As Dick ran his hands over the silky hot flesh, squeezing and massaging, she felt little thrills of pleasure running right from her tits to her pussy. That glowing melting sensation in her slit grew and grew.
"Oh, Dick," she gasped, "don't get me too excited."
"Honey, I can't help it," he sighed. "I can't stop touching you."
And soon he was doing more than just touching. His hot moist breath fanned her naked boobs as he lowered his head. Then he was kissing her tits, his firm hot lips, pressing the pale satiny flesh. That only increased Wendy's excitement. She squirmed with horny need, and her pussy seemed molten hot.
Dick kissed hotly, hungrily, all over her big sensitive tits, till Wendy was whimpering and quivering with lusty excitement. Finally he found her soft light brown nipples and pressed his lips to them, first one and then the other. Her nipples were the most sensitive spot of cum. Wendy felt a big hot gush of cream from her virgin cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "oh, Dick, that feels so nice."
Dick was too excited to answer. He was making up for two years of patience and frustration. Wendy had never allowed him to go this far before, and he was taking full advantage of it. Soon even kissing wasn't enough. He stuck out his slick hot tongue and began to lick her dainty soft nipples.
"Ooooooo," Wendy squealed.
She wasn't prepared for the dizzying excitement she felt when Dick's wet hot tongue tickled her highly sensitive little nipples. Her whole body seemed to melt and glow. More hot sticky cream gushed from her virgin box, moistening the crotch of her panties. She felt so horny, she could hardly keep still.
Dick's wet tongue flicked teasingly back and forth over her left nipple, then her right. Soon he went from teasing to serious business, running his tongue slowly, hungrily, around and around each nipple. Wendy felt her breasts starting to swell up firm and tight with arousal. Her little cunt was leaking a steady stream of hot thick cream.
"Oh, Christ, Wendy," Dick panted, "I just can't leave your tits alone."
He proved it by capturing her left nipple between his lips and sucking it deep into his mouth. He started sucking on the soft dainty bud like a hungry puppy, fast and loud. With her tender nipple sucked in the wet heat of his mouth, Wendy moaned aloud with lusty pleasure. The crotch of her panties was quickly soaked with steamy cunt-cream.
"Oh, God, Dick," she moaned, "ohhhh."
Her aroused nipple suddenly wept erect and throbbing in his mouth. He released it and dived for the other nipple, which was still soft and tender. A few moments' hot sucking and her right nipple, too, went stiff and supersensitive in his mouth.
"Dick," Wendy moaned, "you've got to stop. You're getting me too excited."
Dick let her stiff spit-soaked nipple slip from his mouth – but he wasn't finished with her yet. Before Wendy could even catch her breath, he was pushing her skirt up around her waist and tugging at her little white lace panties. Wendy shrieked in alarm and grabbed his hands.
"Dick," she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I want you," he said hoarsely. "Dammit, Wendy, I've waited two years for you, and that's enough. If you're going off on that damned pageant, I want what's coming to me."
He seized her hands in one big strong paw, holding her arms aside, and with his free hand, he tugged down her panties. Wendy went red with embarrassment and tried to squirm away, but he was too strong for her. To her shame and horror, he managed to pull her panties all the way off, exposing the pretty little brown triangle of her bush.
"Oh, Jesus," Dick moaned.
Wendy was speechless. It was too late to cover herself and all she could do was join Dick staring wonderingly at her glossy brawn muff. No one had ever seen it before but Wendy herself. And she was completely naked except for her short skirt pushed up around her waist.
"My God, you're beautiful," Dick sighed.
He reached out and put his hand on the fluffy warm curls of her bush. In spite of her fright and embarrassment, Wendy felt instant excitement. She'd never allowed Dick to touch her below the waist before, and she hadn't realized how hotly arousing it would be.
"Dick," she whimpered, "please be careful. Please don't go too far."
Dick didn't answer. His eyes were glued to her pretty little muff. He petted it gently, then slid his hand between her clenched legs and touched th hot moist flesh of her slit Wendy stifled, a horny moan. She didn't want him to know how fantastically his touch excited her. It felt so good to have his hand pressed against the horny swollen flesh of her gash.
Dick began to explore her pussy, running his fingers slowly back and forth. He touched the little wrinkled mouth of her asshole, the dreaming hot mouth of her cunt, her plump hot pussylips, and the erect throbbing bud of her clit. Every second of it felt marvelous to Wendy, who could barely keep from moaning her pleasure.
"You're so hot down there," Dick sighed. "And wet. You want me to touch you, I can tell. Please, Wendy, open your legs. Let me see all of you."
"Noooo," Wendy moaned, her voice hoarse with longing.
Dick wasn't deceived. He started pushing her soft silky thighs open, and Wendy didn't offer much resistance. She felt terribly embarrassed about letting him see her scarlet moist little slit, but she also felt an overpowering excitement that melted all her resistance.
Dick pushed her thighs wide open and stared at her wet swollen pussy. He admired the rich red flesh and the dainty fringe of brown curls. Then he reached out to touch her again, and Wendy shivered in horny anticipation. His fingertip touched the red-hot supersensitive bud of her clit. He began to rub the moist little button, and Wendy experienced a powerful blast of pleasure.
"Oooooo," she gasped.
She'd never touched herself there before. Some of the girls at school had told her about playing with themselves and how great it was, but Wendy's strict upbringing had kept her from ever trying it. Now for the first time she learned what a powerful source of pleasure her clit could be. Dick's stroking finger felt terrific on her hot little joy button.
"Oh, my God, Dick," she whined, "that feels so good."
Dick hardly needed her words to tell him that she liked what he was doing. As he briskly frigged her erect, hot clit, bright sticky cream gushed from her virgin cunt mouth and soaked his finger. She moaned and writhed helplessly, and her whole body flushed pink with arousal.
"Yes, yes," Dick crooned, "dig it, honey. Get hot for me. We're gonna go all the way tonight. But I'll get you good and ready first."
Wendy wasn't so sure about going all the way, but for the moment the pleasure was more than she could resist. She was content just to lie there panting and moaning while Dick stroked and massaged the fantastically sensitive lump of her clit. It was the greatest thing she'd ever felt in her life.
Presently Dick seized her hot throbbing bud between his fingers and began to knead it. Wendy stopped breathing for a moment, then let out her breath in a loud gasp. Having her horny little clit briskly frigged like that was just too much. Molten cream gushed from her aroused cunt, soaking Dick's hand, puddling on the car seat.
"Oh, God," Wendy gasped, "yes, yes,yes."
Dick responded to her excitement by frigging her hot little clit faster and faster. Wendy arched her lovely body upward to get more sweet hot friction. A few more moments of his delicious finger-play and she was over the edge, rocked and dizzied by her very first orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh," Wendy wailed.
At first she didn't understand what was happening to her, just that her whole body was going into powerful spasms of pleasure, a pleasure a thousand times more violent and wonderful than she'd ever known. Then she realized that she was coming. She couldn't stop moaning till her delicious convulsion filially died away.
"Dick," she said wonderingly, "you made me come."
"That won't be the only time," he said hoarsely.
He drew back a little, unzipped his fly, and quickly lowered his jeans and shorts.
Wendy gawked. For years she'd been very curious about what cocks and balls looked like, and now even her modesty couldn't keep her from staring. She saw a thick pale pole of flesh springing from a tight nest of brown curls, and it looked menacingly big. The head of his prick was huge, swollen and purple. Below hung his balls, taut, round and rosy-red.
Dick allowed her no more than a brief glimpse of his cock before he was throwing himself on, her and trying to wedge himself between her thighs. Wendy shrieked and clamped her legs shut. She pushed and clawed at his shoulders. Now that the moment had come, she knew she didn't want to lose her virginity. Not here, not like this.
"No, Dick, no," she wailed.
"Yes," he snarled. "I've waited long enough. I'm gonna fuck you, Wendy, even if I have to rape you."
In her desperation Wendy could think of only one thing to do. It was something she'd heard from her girlfriends' gossip, a way of bringing a guy off without fucking him. She reached down and fumbled for Dick's cock, wrapping her fingers around the hot throbbing pole of flesh. She began to pump his prick fast and hard.
"Oh, Jesus," Dick gasped.
Wendy felt hot excitement at holding a cock for the first time. It was silky-smooth and fun to touch. But she had a more urgent mission. She pumped his long hard dick steadily, while he panted and writhed on top of her. He was so hotly horny that it didn't take more than a few seconds to bring him off.
"Awwwwww," Dick bawled.
Wendy felt scalding-hot sticky juice squirting all over her hand and her bare belly. Dick moaned and bucked a few times, and then his cock went limp and tiny in her fist. She released it, and he jerked away from her, his face flushed and angry.
"Okay," he snapped, "I get the idea. You're saving it for somebody else, probably some big shot at the pageant. Well, lots of luck, Wendy. It's been nice knowing you."
They dressed and drove back to town in total silence. Wendy knew it was over, and she felt terribly sad to lose Dick. She really loved him, and she was disappointed that he didn't have the patience to wait for her till after the beauty pageant.
But she had something to look forward to, something far more exciting than marriage and kids and house payments and laundry. If she won the beauty contest – and she felt sure she could do it – she'd be rich and famous. That would be more than enough compensation for losing Dick – or so she believed.