This was detestable weakness on her part. Ever since she had known Stan, she had been firm in her unswerving resolution to retain the priceless gift of her virginity until her marriage night. She didn't care what other girls did or said. It was a gift that could be given to only one man and then one time only. Her entire body stiffened, and she reached up, pushing against his chest. "No, darling," she moaned. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to now."

"Wha… what?" Stan acted as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Please, darling. No. I want to wait."

Now she could tell that he was really angry. A look of stern determination crossed his face. "You can't do that to me, besides, it's too late," he said, and pushed forward.

Grace groaned and cried out as she felt the first really harsh pressure against the tightly resisting virginal opening between her thighs, the lewd pressure grew and grew, building up to a point where it was almost intolerable.

"No… ooooohhhh, no!" she moaned loudly, trying to twist away from him. Now there was actually pain there. She felt as if someone were ripping apart her thighs, shoving a burning axe handle up into her tiny little vaginal orifice.

"Stop, Stan! You're hurting… me. Oh God, please stop," she wailed.

Stan's eyes were glazed, dimmed with lust. They stared, unfocused, at her. Suddenly, he shoved his hips forward in one vicious jerk; then with a hoarse groan, he fell forward with his powerful hairy chest crushing the softness of her ripe young breasts back into her own. At the same moment that his hips shot forward, the thick hot shaft of his implacably hardened cock slammed into the virginal pussy with all the force of a heavy lance dropped from great heights. The soft warm flesh of her vaginal walls was no match for this barbarous intruder; they were forced to give way before it, and the cock rammed into and ripped through the thin membrane of her hymen as though it were not there at all.