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Pleasure For A Virgin
CHAPTER ONE"I wonder what it would feel like to get fucked." The thought flooded young Karen Baker's mind so quickly, seemingly like a streak of lightning out of the blue, that it completely caught her off guard and it was at least a full thirty seconds before she came to her senses and fought to rid her brain of the prospect.But they were thirty hot seconds--seconds filled with lustful, passionate, sexually starving mental images that made the young girl's twat cringe and convulse in tasty, eager anticipation.Thirty hot seconds during which Karen allowed her innocent mind the freedom of running through fields of hedonistic delight, chased by a handsome young boy with a bulging crotch, a turgid straining hot rod of a cock, and heavy come-laden balls that ached to spurt their creamy load deep inside her fresh but arid garden.But the boy, the cock and his balls weren't real. They were phantoms that had been conjured up by her anxious mind to appease the appetite that periodically reared its sexy head inside the girl.And at the end of the thirty seconds, and as her snatch began to rumble and twitch and carry on like a pitching ship in severe need of ballast, her mind regained its stability and she cried out in an effort to purge herself of the wildly erotic demon that had filled her then, and had filled her so many times previously.I must avoid these thoughts, Karen told herself with admonition. They just aren't suitable for a girl about to go away to college.College!The word had a magic ring for young Karen, who had spent so many hours in her high school classes daydreaming about how it would be when she entered the University. She would be a college student. A coed. And even though she would only be a freshman she still thought the label was a badge of honor. Almost like a status symbol.Of course she knew that some people's stomach turned over when they heard the words college student. But that was because they thought only of the rabble-rousing, war mongering troublemakers that had infested the campuses of our nation's most honorable institutions of higher learning. They were young people who called themselves students, but in reality they were throwing away for all time the vast treasure house of experiences, both physical and emotional, that the college environment was capable of providing them.Karen remembered reading in one of those catalogs in her high school counselor's office that college was in many ways a laboratory in human relations. And in many ways the college experience provided a wealth of learning that was above and beyond anything offered in the classrooms or in the textbooks.The very act of throwing thousands of young people together, most like Karen just out of high school and with sheltered backgrounds behind them, and putting them in an atmosphere like the University Where Karen would be attending was in itself of the first magnitude.In the first place there was the University itself to consider. Like most big schools, and Karen longed to attend a big school, the University was just like a city with a population of twenty-five thousand or so. It was virtually self-sufficient, with an endless array of entertainments, clubs, meetings and the like.And on top of the heterogeneous collection of young people, there were the older ones, the graduate students who came from all parts of the world. It was the mixing of all these elements, in a vast academic stew, that was the college experience. Not the classrooms, and not the taking of exams.Although as Karen thought she knew but really had yet to learn, it was of great importance to attend the classes and take the exams with passing grades. Otherwise the time could come when suspension or dismissal meant the end of the great dream, and the doors of the wonderful country club closed and locked.But the ominous times like that were presently beyond Karen's understanding. As she had daydreamed in the hot afternoons, half listening to Mr. Pentz or Mrs. McLaughlin as they went on and on about this high school subject or that, she thought of the excitement that was to come.She had seen several copies of the campus newspaper, and besides reading the stories about what was going on at the University, Karen was also greatly interested in the advertisements... the stores that surrounded and served the campus.It was this vicarious experiencing of what was to become her new world that so intrigued and excited Karen. What was going on now, that was of no consequence. The big time... the real beginning,... the start of it all... lay just down the road apiece.And now, Sunday morning and the day of departure, Karen let her mind flit back over the many months that had passed... months of planning and wonderment... and even the summer when Karen tried to pack all kinds of pleasures into a few months.They were gentle pleasures, like taking a trip to a nearby city to do some shopping. Or seeing some big movies. Or doing things with her parents... a rarity for her. It was as if she felt supremely honored to have been accepted by the school, and this honor in some way conveyed the notion that she was one of the special people... the chosen kind... she was going to be a college student!"Now Karen," her father had said time and time again, "It's not going to be any picnic over there.""I know. Daddy.""You're going to have to work hard, and study hard, and be a good student in class.""I know, Mama.""And you won't have any time to be running around with boys, and doing things that could get you into trouble. You will have to be careful and pick your company well.""I know, Daddy.""Running around with boys, that will only lead to bad things. Why, just the other day I was reading in the magazine that a girl had to leave school because she was... expecting.""Mama! Daddy!"Karen could get exasperated with her parents at times. They meant well, of course. It was just that Karen sometimes wished she had more patience with them. Or else that they weren't so much like well-meaning parents."When have you ever known me to run around with boys," she said, more than a little defensively. "Why I have lived about as calm a life as anyone my age could possibly lead. An old stick in the mud! That's what I've been!""Karen! How can you say that! You've gone to dances at the high school and . ."Yes! I've gone to the dances and helped out behind the counter selling refreshments!"And it was true. Karen's parents had hot properly equated the daughter they actually had with the kind of daughters they read about. Mrs. Baker read stories about teenage pregnancies and worried all night long about her daughter. Mr. Baker had held off and held off long past the legal age when Karen could have gotten a driver's license. He'd heard about wild teenage rides, a hundred miles an hour, with beer cans getting tossed out of the car.Somehow to them, having a teenage daughter automatically meant having the most notorious of the teenage daughter problems lingering around the corner. Anyone else, on the other hand, would have seen that Karen Baker, while she might have run as deep as other still waters, just didn't fit the wild adolescent mold.And now, with only a couple of hours more to spend at home before starting her new life, Karen couldn't help but feel that she was on the brink of something. And it frightened her.College!There were going to be people around her who had had much more experiences than her. They were going to be people who had gone to the high school dances but not to help out selling the refreshments! They were going to be people who had sucked cocks and gotten fucked and...Damn!Karen cursed herself as those bad thoughts filled her mind again like a warm, soft pillow. She was not going to give in to them, no matter how intriguing some of them were. Like wondering what it felt like to get fucked. Sure she wondered about that. She could wonder about what it would feel like to put her head inside a furnace too!"Karen? Are you getting a move on?"It was her father who called up to her. He was going to be making a long drive... only thirty-five miles, actually, but for him something of a long drive."Yes, Daddy. I'm packing.""Well, don't take much longer about it. Your mother's almost got dinner ready.""Okay Daddy."Karen smiled to herself. She should try to temper her excitement, she knew. After all, here she was having one of her mother's usual Sunday dinners.Except for one thing.This would be one of the last Sunday dinners with the family for a good while. Not until some weekend when she decided to come home. The rest of the time her meals would be taken in the dining hall. The dining hall. That sounded very interesting to Karen, who had not come from a background well familiar with dining out. And while the dining hall wouldn't quite be a restaurant, it did have something of that flavor.And then there was that question of coming home. Somehow, even though she didn't yet have all the whys and wherefores at her fingertips.Karen didn't think she'd be coming home too often. There wasn't that much at home, considering the age of her parents and so forth. And if college was one half of the excitement that she anticipated, then she was quite sure she wouldn't be coming home much.Time would tell.CHAPTER TWOYes, time would tell. It was as Karen thought. She was on the brink of something big. And while she could feel it to a certain degree, it would prove to be far bigger in experience than anything she could have imagined. And more importantly, it would prove to be far more important as far as influence was concerned, than almost anything else could be on her future life.But she wasn't fully aware of this as she trotted downstairs and skipped into the kitchen where the odors of her mother's good home cooking filled the air."Mama," Karen called out to her mother as she rounded the kitchen table and headed toward where her mother was working near the range. "I want you to see the checkbook."Karen, at eighteen, had just opened her first checking account. And somehow, holding that checkbook in her hand and looking at her name printed so neatly and so professionally on the checks gave her a sense of importance and of independence that she had never know before.Not that she had much money in the account. She didn't. There was barely more than the first semester's tuition expenses. But still it was something that added to the feeling of stature and commonality that the girl needed so desperately to develop within herself.Self-assurance. That was the keyword they always talked about. Know yourself. To thine own self be true.Those words stuck in Karen's craw, because she didn't understand them. She didn't know her own self, and she didn't know how to be true to her own self. And she was so afraid... so afraid that the other students would not only know, but have already known for a long time.What would her roommate think of her? Karen didn't wonder so much about what she'd think of her roommate. Instead her lack of complete assurance translated the question into wonderment as to how she would appear to the roommate."Mama, look. I've already written the first check."Her mother looked at the checkbook, and then at the register above it. The check was in the amount of three dollars, and represents a dorm activity fee that was charged to all students at the beginning to the year. Like so many of the fees the money was intended to defray the costs of the endless activities offered to the students who lived in the dorms. There were other students who lived close enough to commute to school. Day dodgers they were called, as Karen remembered from those copies of the campus newspaper she'd seen."Just be careful that you don't spend all your money, Karen," her mother cautioned."Oh Mama, I wish you wouldn't worry so."Karen turned then, about to hurry on to something else. But she was suddenly aware of the emotion that had swept over her mother as she stood cooking her daughter's farewell dinner. And Karen longed then to be more affectionate with her mother... with her father also, for that matter... but somehow the years and the separation of ages... and maybe even other factors... had made Karen less warm, less affectionate than she might have been.She was the child around which circumstances steered away from hearth fire and toward the chill of evening. She was, in all things, what-could be instead of what was. She was still unfinished. The question was whether such a late blooming flower would yet have the benefit of enough summer sun to flourish and catch up to the early bloomers.Then her mother turned back to the dinner and Karen went about her business to finish packing. But soon dinner was ready, and the three .of them sat down to steaming bowls and platters, most of which Karen couldn't even eat because of her excitement.As she got up from the table, leaving her mother and father to finish, her mother said: "You'd think you were in a hurry to get away from here."Well, it was true. A promised land lay ahead. An unchartered wilderness for Karen, and like all pioneers she had the nervous dread of nothing fitting in to the new scene. But she was so anxious to make a stab at it."Well, you know I'm supposed to be over there by a certain time. For dorm check in and all that stuff."Her mother didn't answer then as Karen scurried from the room and back upstairs. There was so much yet to do, and bag by bag she carried her belongings downstairs. Her father attempted to help her with the carrying, but things were accumulating so rapidly in the kitchen where they waited to be carried to the car that finally her father decided to begin loading up the car.Suitcases, clock radio, trash can, tennis racket, bowling ball, record player..."Karen, you'd think you were going to a country club instead of college!"The girl laughed at her father's remark as he lugged every last bit into the car, which had quickly taken on the look of a gypsy caravan. Then there were the inevitable four or five last checks around to see if anything was forgotten. Her mother brought out a bag of food that she had prepared, since they had found out in advance that the dining hall would be closed until the next day.And then, when it was finally decided that they had everything, her father locked the house, got in the car, and they were off down the road and heading for the freeway.Karen watched all the familiar sights flash by, and sitting in the back seat of the family car she suddenly found herself feeling very important. She was like a celebrity, or a member of royalty, going through the neighborhood where they recognized her with awe.But of course she wasn't a celebrity, or a member of a royal family. She was only a college student, and this was her claim to current fame. College was the big time in her family, and she secretly felt herself deserving of special treatment and consideration.Maybe it was because she so desperately wanted to make up for this lack in herself... a lack that sometimes set her pussy tingling, and her clit throbbing, and her breasts pounding up a storm.Fuck fuck, fuck she thought to herself, as the droning sound of the rubber tires moving smoothly over the asphalt caused her to be mindful of the rhythm of the words.Get fucked, get fucked, get fucked, it was like the sound of a train as it traveled on the iron smoothness of the tracks. Clickety clack clickety clack there's no turning back there's no turning back...But Karen didn't want to turn back. She just wished that maybe she had had a bit more preparation for what she was headed in to. After all, college was going to be college, and not a monastery. There would be those boys in their tight flared pants, and their crotches bulging. And there would be the girls in the dorm, and the inevitable bull sessions where all was revealed and known about each other.The girls would be talking about their previous dates, of course. They would be talking about the boys back home, and the ones who had screwed them and made them suck their cocks, and she had nothing...Unless of course she let her mind conjure one up...CHAPTER THREEThe car moved onto the freeway, and the passengers fell silent. Each was enmeshed in his and her own private thoughts. Mr. and Mrs. Baker were each thinking about their daughter, and how fast she'd grown up, and how she was going off to college.Their thoughts were sentimental, but innocent. They were in no way like the thoughts going through Karen's mind. She had relaxed, letting her head rest in the upholstery, and her mind was soaring off and thinking about a boy she might have left behind.A boy, and things she might have done with that boy...His name was Joe.Just plain Joe, and yet to Karen he was such a doll, with a prick that could turn her to jelly as it turned her snatch inside out with thrilling pleasure. He was built like a horse, but more importantly he knew what to do with what he had. Every hot licking inch of it!Her parents were out, in this fantasy that Karen had conjured up, and the time had come for Joe to do all his wonderful things to her. He took her hand, lovingly, and together they walked up to her room. It was late afternoon, and the sun streamed through the shuttered windows, making erotic slat patterns across the bed.Joe didn't waste any time in doing what had to be done. He took Karen in his strong, well muscled arms as soon as she closed the door behind them. And at his first touch Karen Baker melted. God, how she loved sex with Joe. There was something about him, she thought... something that included his looks and his smell, and everything else that went with him.And Karen thought for a brief second that that might be what love is all about. Loving everything about the person... including his thick cream as he spurted the hot stuff inside her.Then Joe pulled her close to him and started to nuzzle her neck, moaning softly in her ear."Karen, baby... oh, baby. You're so warm and you smell so... hmmmmmmm!""Go fast with me, Joe honey. That way we'll get more fucking done. And besides that, it gives me every hot inch you've got!"They giggled at that, and then Joe started pushing his hips against the girl's, undulating back and forth, and she could feel his great cock, his beautiful stick of beef pushing against her pouted cunt. They weren't naked yet, but just some thin threads of material were separating their throbbing genitals.Just the thin dress she was wearing, and just the tight pants he was wearing was keeping his aching hot cock from sliding right up her well-greased channel. If it wasn't for that, his dick could be slipping in slowly and gracefully like a torpedo sliding, into its nest.And then Joe loosened his embrace of her and started to make movements with his hands behind him. Karen knew, from past experience with the fantasy, that he was starting to get down to business and take off her blouse.And in a minute her ripe, full breasts would be popping up, free of the restraint of her bra, and he would be sucking at them like a hungry calf chewing at the cud.Once her bra and blouse were off Joe lost no time in taking each of her breasts in his mouth, one at a time, and running his tongue around and around the nipple.God, how she loved that. Already the good cunt juice was starting to boil over between her thick cunt lips, and she found herself having to press her legs together in order to keep from dissolving out of sheer delight!And then, with the vigorous force of a boy who loved what he was doing, he sucked and nibbled at her breasts until the nipples were sticking out and standing up as straight and as tall as a miniature prick.His hands flicked this way and that, not resting for a moment even though his mouth was full. His hands worked at the lower part of her dress and deftly got the skirt out of the way so that he could get down to the business section.Swiftly his hands moved, and finally the skirt drifted down around her legs like a billowy cloud. And as soon as Karen felt this she also felt the tiny tremors from fingers that were tugging and pulling at her panties.And then a flash of delight went through Karen's young body as she realized that she was alone in the house and naked in her bedroom, and being made wild love to by this beautiful boy!While she was thinking these thoughts she saw Joe begin to skin out of his clothes. She always liked to watch Joe undress because it seemed to her that he was doing a little strip show for her.She understood then why guys like to go to burlesque houses and topless bars and places like that. And she figured that if the guys got as excited watching the girls as she did watching Joe, then there would be male love cream all over the floor!Joe went about it very steady and very slow, at just the right pace. It was almost as if he knew how much he had to offer a girl, and he wanted her to be all juiced up and ready for him before he even plunged it into her!Karen kept her eyes on him the whole time that his brown bronzed, sun-ripened luscious body exposed itself to her hungry eyes.She already knew every inch of his flesh intimately, from the widest expanse of his shoulders to the deepest cleft between his thighs and even between his ass cheeks. She had looked and licked all of it many times before, and it was like returning to familiar ground.And then he started to walk toward her. His great cock was swaying back and forth like a pendulum, and with each sideward motion it got thicker and harder until finally it was pointing straight out and headed for her cunt.She was ready, willing and able to take him on and give his prong a nice, wet home. And her clit began to throb all the more as she anticipated all the good that it would do for her... and her for him.He took her in his arms then, and she felt herself melting, dissolving, until there was little left of her other than her snatch and her little man in the boat and her titties. Then he began steering her toward the bed, knowing full well that he was just minutes away from spearing her shish kebob on his skewer!