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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE,
AND MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF CONSENTUAL OR
NON-CONSENTUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE,
ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR THE STATE OR COUNTRY IN WHICH
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FURTHER. THIS STORY IS EROTIC FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULT
ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT NECESSASARILY
CONDONE OR ENDORSE THE BEHAVIOR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. ALL
PERSONS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY
SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR TO ACTUAL EVENTS IS
PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
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Moving Day
by BassettHound <bh@mage.blackhawke.net>
@(C) Copyright 1998 by BassettHound, all rights reserved, except those
described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and
repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the
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Pam was on cloud nine. It was hard for her to believe that three days
from now she would be a married woman. She had had to watch so many of
her college friends walk down the aisle, knowing that there was no one
waiting to say their vows with her. It wasn't as if she was bad looking.
Quite the contrary. Pam was an attractive, 26 year old young woman whose
best features were her clear, rosy white skin, heart-shaped face and
dark, shoulder length hair. And, many men would have added, her
delectable, size 'C' breasts.
Not that any man had ever seen her breasts other than from the outside of
her usual modest attire. She "wasn't that kind of girl." Pam had received
many solicitations over the years, but had always been steadfast in her
resolve to save herself for her eventual husband. Pam, at 26 years old,
was still a virgin -- the only virgin she knew.
Then, at last, six months ago, Steve came into her life. After a
whirlwind courtship, he had finally popped the question, and three days
hence, they were to be married. Pam could still hardly believe it, it was
like a dream come true.
"Enough daydreaming" Pam said to herself, breaking out of her reverie, "I
still have two more boxes to get to the car." The apartment where she had
lived for most of her adult single life was already about empty, most of
the furniture and articles having already gone over to the new house where
she and Steve would begin their new life together as man and wife. Once
the remaining few boxes, still scattered about her in the now empty bedroom
were carted out to the car, she would be able to lock up, turn the key in
at the rental office and drive over to her friend Sally's apartment where
she would be spending the last few remaining days of her single life before
the wedding.
"OK, I'm full!." Sally's cheery voice came in to her from the living room,
followed by Sally herself. "I don't think I could get so much as another
broomstick into my car. I'm going to head back to my place. Do need a
hand with what's left here?" "Oh, no" replied Pam, "I'll manage it just
fine. See you in ten minutes!". As Sally disappeared through the front
door, Pam deposited her remaining two boxes in the living room and then
started to make a final round of the apartment, checking that the lights
were turned off and the windows closed. The spring night outside was warm
enough that she didn't have to worry about turning off the heat.
Her tour done, Pam had just picked up the boxes to leave when she thought
she heard a noise from the bedroom. It sounded like the window curtains
blowing in the breeze. "Funny", she thought, "I could have sworn I'd
closed the bedroom window." Depositing the boxes back on the floor, she
walked back down the hall to the darkened bedroom, there to see that the
window was indeed open. She had taken three steps into the room to close
it when she suddenly felt a hand whip itself quick as a sanke around her
head and face, covering her mouth. "Stop right there", she heard a voice
hiss at her ear. Pam froze, too paralyzed with fear to move. "Just stay
quiet", the voice continued, "I don't want to have to use this." She felt
the point of a knife softly press against the small of her back. The man
slowly removed his hand from her mouth, reaching downwards to wrap it and
his arm around her waist. "Now, just tell me nicely, lady, where is your
pocketbook?" "The living room", Pam managed to croak out, petrified at
the thought of the knife at her back. "OK, let both go out there together,
real slow", rasped the voice.
Still holding both her around the waist and with a knife at her back, the
two of them proceeded to the darkened livingroom. "Where is it?" hissed
the voice." "Over here, on the floor" whispered Pam. "Reach down and
pick it up", he demanded. Carefully, Pam went down on her knees, feeling
about on the floor for the pocketbook. Her assailant bent down with her.
Finally, she found it. Standing back up, she almost screamed as her
companion's hand brushed against her right breast.
Pam wasn't the only one who seemed to notice the contact. Pam could
almost sense her attacker's heart start to hammer as he asked "how old are
you?" "Twenty six" she managed to reply. Her compnion seemed lost in
thought for a moment. Then, very softly, she heard, "Drop your pants."
Pam froze, absolutely petrified as the thought of what this new command
implied sunk in. "I... I can't do that", she finally managed to stammer.
The reply was an increase in pressure in the knife against her back.
"No, no" Pam wailed, "you don't understand...I'm getting married in a few
days...". "Too bad" said her assailant, "but hubby won't mind if you get
a little extra experience now, will he?". The hand around her waist
suddenly ripped at her terrycloth shorts, bringing them and her panties
to her knees. "Now", said her attacker, "nice and slow, on the floor.
On your back." "No, please..." wailed Pam. Suddenly she felt herself
tripped and down on her back. Instantly, he was on top of her, fumbling
with his pants with one hand while continuing to hold his knife with the
other. Pam started to sob. Then ... oh, horrible ... Pam felt his hand
on her breasts and then on her bush, where no man's hand had ever been.
Her legs were wrenched apart, and then Pam felt something enter her vagina,
the place where nothing, not even a tampon, had ever been inserted before.
An instant of searing pain, and then Pam was aware of this man bucking back
and forth on top of her, pushing and then pulling his manhood in and out
of her freshly deflowered pussy. Between the fear and the pain and the
shame, Pam also sensed something else...a new wetness in her virginia and
the start of a pleasure that could become overpowering...
Suddenly, the man stiffened, let out a groan and lay still. Pam at first
did not understand what had happened. Then, as she felt her attacker's
cock start to shrink and fall out of her newly violated pussy, with a
shock of dismay, she knew. She felt the gooey wetness seeping out of her
hole. Seed. His seed. His seed filling her aching, soaking insides,
reaching up and entering her womb, perhaps already starting a new life
there that was to have been for her and Steve alone. Now Pam cried...
The man heaved himself back up onto his feet, pulled up his pants and
stood looking down at the shadowy, sobbing form on the floor. "Nice fuck,
lady", he said. "Tell hubby I think you'll pass." With that he stooped
down, picked up the purse from the floor beside Pam's still wailing form,
and stalked out of the apartment into the night.
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