Norma Egan - Virgin in heat

Dick dropped to his knees behind her and wedged the big hard head of his cock into her wet little cunt-mouth. As she received the very first cock-thrust from the man she loved, Wendy moaned hoarsely, ecstatically. Dick pushed into her womb in one steady motion, stuffing her red-hot cunt deliciously, and then started to ball her hard and fast and deep.

"Oh, God, Dick," Wendy wailed, clawing the rug in her excitement, "I love it. Yes, yes, fuck me, darling, ball me. Yes."

Dick balled her almost savagely for a few moments, then whipped his cream-soaked cock from her cunt and rammed it up the tiny tight mouth of her asshole.

"Uhhhihhh," Wendy groaned.

He was going into her too fast and hard, and it hurt like hell, but she stifled her cries and took it. She loved him, and he could do whatever he wanted with her. Dick grunted and panted as he raped her little hot asshole, plunging his thick meat deep into her bowels. He ass-fucked her brutally for about a minute, then groaned and came.

Almost instantly he pulled out and began to dress. Wendy felt deeply disappointed. She hadn't come, and he hadn't even tried to get her off. But perhaps it was just over excitement on his part at balling her for the first time. Things would get better later.

"Dick," she said meekly, "when can we get married?"

He smiled at her, but his smile was cold and cruel. "Married?" he laughed. "Forget it, bitch. News gets around. I heard how you tried to fuck your way to the top. I don't intend to marry a slut. I'm getting mated next week to Sandy Johnson – maybe you remember her from school. A real nice girl. She's a virgin, too. She loved me enough to save it for me."

Wendy gasped with anguish. She felt too stunned to speak. Dick finished dressing, walked to the door, and said, "So long, whore."

Wendy sobbed her heart out. There seemed nothing left for her now. She couldn't bear the thought of staying in Oakdale and seeing Dick married to Sandy, seeing them raise kids and grow old together. She had to get out. But where could she go and what could she do?

Then she remembered that Arthur Williams' unlisted phone number was in her purse. The old man had written it down for her and asked her to call him if she ever changed her mind about becoming his mistress. It would be an existence without love, without excitement, without the husband and children she wanted, but at least she'd be secure.

Arthur Williams could give her everything – cars, money, clothes, jewels, travel. He could give her everything but what she needed most, the thing she'd lost when Dick walked out. She needed to care deeply for a man, but she felt she never would care again.

Wendy picked up the phone, dialed, and said, "Operator, I want to place a collect call to New York City…"