by Norma Egan
The Virgin Cure
by Norma Egan
GR-2127
Greenleaf Classics, Inc.
Registration Number:
TX0000188144
Registration Date:
2/9/1979
Imprint:
[s.l. : s.n.], c1979.
Description:
150 p.
Copyright Claimant:
Greenleaf Classics, Inc.
Date of Creation:
1979
Date of Publication:
1979-01-26
Authorship on Application:
Greenleaf Classics, Inc., employer for hire.
FOREWORD
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Jenny Peters is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE VIRGIN CURE is a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jenny Peters looked longingly at her fiancé, Ron Morgan, and wondered if she could really wait till they got married. She'd saved her virginity a long time, twenty-eight years in fact, waiting for the right man. Now that she'd found him, she really didn't want to delay a second longer.
Jenny and Ron were sitting on the couch at her house, watching television and sipping drinks. They were both extremely attractive people, and their looks made a pleasant contrast. Jenny was a tall, dark-haired, big-breasted girl with huge brown eyes. Ron was a husky blond six-footer with blue eyes and tan skin. Both were teachers at the local high school. Jenny taught English and Ron was the track coach.
Jenny snuggled closer to Ron and put her hand on his thigh. He responded by sighing contentedly and patting her handout no more. Sometimes Jenny worried about Ron's lack of aggression. Often she was lucky if she got a goodnight kiss after their dates. She wanted a lot more than that. Her pussy felt hot and melting as she looked up at her handsome fiancé.
"Oh, Ron, I love you, so much," Jenny murmured, then kissed him on the mouth.
Ron was absolutely still for a moment. Then she felt him quiver. She pressed her mouth harder against his, and presently he wiggled his tongue into her mouth. Jenny's heart pounded. Ron had never kissed her with his tongue before. Maybe she was finally getting somewhere. She wriggled her tongue over his.
Then Ron drew back and said mildly, "I love you, too, honey."
He focused once more on the Monday Night football game. Jenny fumed. What was the matter with him, anyhow? Didn't he have normal sexual urges? They'd be married in a few months, so what did it matter if they made love NOW? Angry and determined, Jenny slipped her hand into Ron's lap and settled it snugly over the fly of his jeans.
Ron reddened a little but didn't take his eyes off the TV. Jenny felt hotly excited. She'd never touched him there before. She felt the soft lump of his cock under the cloth. She was dying to know what his cock looked like any cock, for that matter. It suddenly seemed more ridiculous than ever to be a twenty-eight-year-old virgin.
Jenny pressed her palm down more firmly on Ron's fly. He cleared his throat and got even redder in the face, but he still pretended to be watching TV. Jenny began to massage his limp cock through his pants, moving her hand firmly and rhythmically over the bulge. Somehow she just had to let him know how urgently ready she was for sex and how much she needed him.
"Honey," Ron said nervously, "I don't think you noticed where you have your hand."
Jenny stared at him for a moment, then burst out, "Oh, I know damned well where my hand is, Ron. I'm trying to tell you something. I want you. Why wait till we're married? Don't you ever want me?"
Just then Ron's cock gave abundant proof that he wanted her. Jenny felt his fly balloon right under her stroking hand. She could feel his prick growing long and fat and hard. She could feel its hot throbbing under her palm. Her hungry pussy answered with a gush of hot juice that soaked right through the crotch of her panties.
"Oh, Ron," she sighed, "why are we waiting?" Ron gave a big sigh, too. But the next thing he did was to pick up Jenny's hand and gently but firmly move it off his sharply tented fly.
"Jenny," he said, "I thought I made it clear. I don't believe in sex before marriage. I want my wife to be a virgin."
Jenny took a deep breath. She was furious, not to mention frustrated, but she wasn't beaten yet. "Then why don't we get married right away, Ron?" she said. "That is, if you really want me."
"Oh, I want you," he sighed. "Jesus Christ, I want you all the time. It's not easy on me, Jenny. But like I've said before, it'd be foolish to get married before we have the down payment for a house. It won't take long, just a few more months."
Good old sensible Ron, she could have killed him. Why did he have so much self-control? Why did he always have to be right about things? Maybe it was hard for him to wait for her, but he had no idea of the hell she was going through right now, her virgin pussy wet and swollen and burning with need.
"Ron, please," she sighed, snuggling against him. "Why torture ourselves?"
Suddenly Ron was on his feet, his face flushed and angry. "I'm going home," he said, "before you talk us both into something we'll regret. My opinion remains the same, Jenny no sex before marriage, and no marriage till we can afford our own home."
He slammed out the front door, and soon Jenny heard his car driving away. "Oh, HELL," Jenny cried.
What to do? She could sit there and fume all night, but perhaps there was a better solution. Jenny grabbed a sweater and her purse, left the house, and drove downtown till she came to a garishly-decorated place called The Jet Set. It was a nightclub with posters of scantily-dressed dancers out front. Jenny walked boldly into the place.
For several weeks the Jet Set had been advertising for cocktail waitresses, promising a good salary and large tips. Jenny had had a few amusing fantasies about it but hadn't really taken the idea seriously. Now she decided that she could teach English by day, be a cocktail waitress by night and earn enough money for a down payment on a house. Then she and Ron could get married a lot sooner.
Yes, it was the ideal solution to their problems, if only the Jet Set Club would hire her. She knew she was attractive, but she'd had no experience as a waitress. Well, she'd just bluff her way into the job. She looked around the lobby and saw a door marked, "Sid Lewis, Manager". Jenny hurried over and knocked.
"Come in," said a raspy male voice.
Jenny walked in and found herself face to face with an attractive dark-haired man in his mid-thirties. He had a black mustache, lively brown eyes, and was dressed to the teeth in very expensive clothing. She wished now that she'd worn something fancier than her skirt and blouse and sweater. But it was too late to back down.
"Mr. Lewis?" she said, trying to act calm and cool.
"Yeah, honey, that's me," he said, eyeing her tall curvy figure with obvious appreciation. "What can I do for you?"
"My name is Jenny Peters," she said, "and I'm interested in a job as a cocktail waitress."
Sid Lewis circled around her, studying her figure and posture. "Hmmm," he said, "with your height and shape, you could be a dancer. But I don't suppose you've had any experience?"
"Just a few ballet le
ssons," Jenny confessed, "but I could learn. I learn fast." Dancing would pay more than waiting tables. She wanted the job.
Sid Lewis stood back and scrutinized her, looking thoughtful. "Well, I don't know," he said. "I wouldn't wanta go to the expense of training you unless I was sure you're right for the job. Why don't you just show me what you've got?"
"I beg your pardon?" Jenny said, puzzled. "Take off your clothes," Lewis translated. Jenny blushed right down to her toes. She could understand that he'd want to check her figure before putting her in a scanty costume on the stage, but she'd never undressed in front of a man before. Not even Ron had seen her without her clothes on. She hesitated so long that Sid Lewis grew impatient, tapping his foot.
"Come on, come on, honey," he said, "you want the job or not?"
"All right, Mr. Lewis," Jenny sighed.
She laid her purse and sweater on a chair and began to unbutton her blouse. She couldn't stop blushing. Sid Lewis leaned against a large desk and lit a cigarette, watching her intently. His cool gaze didn't make her feel any less nervous. And she was glad she hadn't told Ron about her plans for moonlighting. He would have had a fit if he'd seen her now, undressing for a total stranger.
In spite of her trembling fingers, Jenny finally got her prim white blouse unbuttoned and drew it off. She was wearing an equally demure white cotton bra, nothing to get excited about. The exciting thing was the way her exceptionally large tits seemed about to pop from the flimsy garment, making a deep ripe cleavage and bulging over the top. Sid's eyes widened.
Jenny blushed and avoided his gaze. She kicked off her shoes and modestly reached up under her skirt to pull down her pantyhose. She kept piling all her clothes neatly on the chair, wanting to delay the moment of ultimate embarrassment. Next she tugged at the zipper of her sensible wool skirt, and the garment wafted to the floor.
Jenny stepped out of it wearing just her bra and her white cotton panties. "Will this do?" she said nervously. "I mean, surely the dancers' costumes can't be any smaller than this."
Sid chuckled. "Oh, they're a lot smaller, sweetie," he said. "My girls have to look good all over. So just to make sure, you better take everything off."
That was just what Jenny had feared. But she urgently wanted the job, so she gritted her teeth and went on with her undressing. She reached around and unhooked her bra and slowly drew it off. Sid practically choked on his cigarette when he saw her huge pale breasts, which were the size and shape of small watermelons.
"Holy Christ," he breathed.
Jenny was beet-red with embarrassment, but she forced herself to hold still so he could examine her tits. Sid gawked hungrily at her mammoth boobs, which thrust straight out in spite of their size and weight. The creamy-pale melons were capped with large rosy-brown nipples, soft and cone-shaped.
"So far, so good," Sid finally managed to say. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Go on, honey. Take your panties of."
This was the moment Jenny had dreaded. She couldn't stop blushing as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly inched the little garment downward. Sid stood at attention, his half-smoked cigarette forgotten in an ashtray. Slowly the first dainty dark-brown muff-curls popped into view as Jenny reluctantly lowered her panties.
She got the panties down over her slim but curvy hips and the saucy little globes of her ass, and then the garment slithered down her long shapely legs. Blushing furiously, she stepped out of her panties and stood before Sid Lewis stark naked. He took a deep breath before walking around her very slowly and ogling her body.
He saw a gorgeous young woman in her late twenties with long thick gleaming brown hair and a fantastic body. Legs, hips, butt, waist, everything was perfect. Her pretty little bush was a small puff of glossy brown curls. Her big tits thrust forward aggressively, the large rosy cone-shaped nipples leading the way. Sid had never seen a more spectacular body.
"Uh, you say you never danced before," he managed to croak. "What do you do for a living, honey?"
"I'm a schoolteacher," Jenny informed him.
Sid broke into laughter. "A schoolteacher? Oh, Jesus, with a body like that? I bet you don't have any trouble keeping attention in class."
Jenny was not amused. "Mr. Lewis," she said, "this is serious. I need a second job. I need money to well, never mind. I just need it urgently. So do I get the job or not?"
"Well, you sure are built for it," Sid conceded, "but I wonder if you have the talent. You were saying something about ballet. Do a couple of turns for me."
Jenny sighed deeply. It was humiliating enough to be standing naked in front of this stranger, and now she'd have to dance. But if she wanted the job, she had no choice. She began a slow dance around the little office, undulating and curving her tall fantastic body. There was no question that she had the skill and grace to be a nightclub dancer.
Sid knew that, knew he was going to hire her, but he said nothing as he watched her. He had something else on his mind. This young woman was turning him on like crazy. He'd been in the nightclub business for years and was used to seeing naked girls prancing around, so the sight usually didn't get to him. When it did, that meant the girl was something special.
"Okay, honey, that'll do," he said at last. "Come over here."
Jenny walked over to where Sid was leaning against the desk. "Well?" she said eagerly. "Do I get the job, Mr. Lewis?"
"Yeah," he said lazily, "on one condition."
"What's that?" Jenny chirped.
By way of reply, Sid drew her into his arms and kissed her. Jenny was so stunned by the unexpected action that she just sank against him, gasping. Sid worked his hot slick tongue into her mouth, aggressively probing. Her big tender tits were half-flattened against his suit jacket. His eager hands pawed down her tall satin-skinned body till he was cupping the firm little globes of her ass.
"UMPH," Jenny exclaimed.
Her conscience told her that she should be angry, that she ought to slap the man's face and march out of there. But her body was telling her something entirely different. It hadn't been easy remaining a virgin for nearly thirty years. Jenny was a normal healthy young woman with normal needs, but those needs had been frustrated and bottled up far too long.
She knew just how dangerously ready she was when her pussy got a glowing, melting sensation and she felt dizzy with horny longing. She was ashamed of herself. She loved Ron, and he was the only man she wanted to go to bed with. So why was she getting all hot and excited for this rude aggressive stranger?
She couldn't understand it. She only knew that she was suddenly so horny she could have screamed. She felt the wild urge to give in completely to Sid Lewis, just to melt against him and let him take her. But the thought of Ron held her back. Ron wanted a virgin for a wife.
"Noooo," Jenny moaned, twisting her face away from Sid's. "Let me go."
Sid held her as tightly as ever, her big tits crushed against his chest, her curly little muff rubbing his crotch. His eyes were hot with longing, and he was breathing hard and heavily. He ran his hands feverishly up and down her lovely sleek body as if he wanted to touch her everywhere at once.
"You want that job, don't you?" he said hoarsely.
"Yes," Jenny said, trying to push away from him.
"Well, then, I don't think you understood me," Sid said. "You can have the job if you ball me first. Is that clear enough?"
Jenny's face flamed. For a moment she was frozen with shock. "You've got to be kidding," she gasped. "You can't do that."
"Sure I can," Sid grinned. "I own the place. I can hire on my own terms. And those are my terms, baby fuck me, here and now, and the job is yours. Otherwise forget it."
Jenny's mind reeled. She'd heard him plainly enough, but she just couldn't believe what he'd said. She wanted the job desperately. No other woman's job would pay even half as much. It was the only way to speed up the date of her marriage to Ron. And yet the price of this job would be her virginity.
Sid grew impatient. He really didn't care if she consented or not. He had to have her. It was that simple. He hadn't been so aroused by a woman in years. Roughly he dragged Jenny to the thickly-carpeted floor and threw himself on top of her, kissing and pawing her ravenously. She started to scream, but he muffled the cry with a hard hungry kiss.
Jenny had that strange mixture of feelings again. She knew that by all which was right and proper she ought to fight the man off, get out of the Jet Set Club, and never come back. Yet it felt so dizzyingly exciting to have his hard male body pressing down on hers and his slippery wet tongue exploring her mouth. Her virgin pussy was blazing with need.
Sid made her conflict even worse when he began to undress. Though he was a lean man, he was over six feet tall and much stronger than Jenny. He managed to pin her down with one knee while he quickly slipped out of his jacket and tie and shirt. His tan chest was thickly matted with black curls, and his arms were tautly muscled. Jenny couldn't help but admire his trim healthy body.