It would have been difficult to believe that this woman had only been fucked once in her whole life.

Kay often thought back to that incident, the loss of her virginity. It was in her freshman year of college, when she was still very ignorant about sex and terribly afraid of men.

A senior class boy named Vic, ruggedly handsome and a first-string member of the football team, had taken a strong interest in her and had finally persuaded her to walk across campus with him for a Coke. Or so he'd told Kay. It seemed safe and innocent enough to her, and she'd been rather excited about it. Vic was very attractive and popular, and she felt flattered that he wanted to date her.

He picked her up at her dorm one evening just as the sun was going down, and they had strolled across the wooded campus at a discreet distance from each other. Kay could hardly remember, ten years later, what they had talked about, it was so commonplace. She could only recall that they were chatting innocently, passing a thick grove of trees, when Vic suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into the woods. She'd been so surprised, so taken off guard, that she hadn't uttered a sound until he had her pinned down on the mossy ground.

He was breathing hard, and his body felt very heavy and sweaty to her. He had a strange glazed look on his face as he lay over her, and his big hands were fumbling with her sweater, trying to push it up over her big, firm tits.

Young and naive, Kay required almost a full minute to understand what was happening. Then her mother's words came back to her: "Men want only one thing from a woman." Kay knew vaguely that Vic wanted to screw her, and she was terrified. "Vic, no!" she gasped. "Please let me go!"