In moral panic, the red haired virgin tried to grip her boy friend's wrist to try to draw his hand away from there, but it felt so heavenly she wanted to swoon, and her grasp was very weak against his determined and muscular assault.

"Pleeeeaaassse no, Howie… oh… what… what are you doing to me…" she wailed piteously.

"Just doing what you want me to, girl," he said worming his middle finger around over the sensitive bud of her clitoris until she thought she was dying, it felt so fantastic. Her thighs seemed to part despite her best intentions, and then his single thick finger was sliding effortlessly in and out of her virginal cunt, on that swollen river of liquid fire that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

She was mystified and alarmed at the way her body was betraying her. With his middle finger plunged all the way into her cunt and wiggling around inside it, the knuckles of his other fingers all smashed her passion-soaked pubic hair in a wild friction of lust back against her pulsating clitoris, and she knew a level of delight that completely transcended any sensation she had ever dreamed existed. If this was sex, it was the most wonderful thing in the world! She wanted more of it, more of it, not less!

But the fifteen year old girl's head was still in the First Episcopalian Church of Glencoe, and it was telling her body furiously – You wretch! If you enjoy this, you're committing a sin! It's sinful to have anything to do with sex without being married!

And this seemed to galvanize her fading resolve to have one last try at protecting her moral virtue. "But-but," she said through chattering, lust-ridden teeth, "you'll r-ruin m-me, Howie… it's-it's not right! Stop!"

Mystified by this renewed protest, the young football player suddenly slid his finger down and out of her gasping hot pussy, the walls of which seemed to clasp desperately after it until finally the complete and aching separation was made.