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Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the con- tents are not altered, including the disclaimers copy- rights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. ------------------------------------------------------ Moving Day by BassettHound (bh@mage.blackhawke.net) 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 darkred, 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 even- tual 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 thought 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 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 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 you 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 de- posited 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 bed- room. 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 snake 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, petrified at the thought of the knife at her back. "OK, let's both go out there together, real slow," rasped the voice. Still holding 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 up, she almost screamed as her attacker's hand brushed against her right breast. Pam wasn't the only one who seemed to notice the con- tact. She 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. His 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...Please!" "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, get down on the floor. On your back." "No, please..." wailed Pam. Suddenly she felt herself tripped and fell down on her back. Instantly, he was on top of her, fumbling with his pants with one hand while continuing to hold his knife to her throat 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, the place where nothing, not even a tampon, had ever been inserted before. An instant of searing pain, and then she was aware of this man bucking back and forth on top of her, pushing and then pulling 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 over- powering... Suddenly, the man stiffened, let out a groan and lay still. Pam at first didn't understand what had hap- pened. Then, as she felt her attacker's cock start to shrink and fall out of her violated pussy, with a shock of dismay, she knew. She felt the gooey wetness seep- ing out of her, running down the inside of her thighs His seed. His seed filling her aching, soaked insides, reaching up and entering her womb, perhaps already starting a new life there that was to have been for 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 sobbing form, and stalked out of the apartment into the night. End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 9