Chapter 3
Aggie was also in bed, and she was also finger fucking herself, but not to sleep. She was feeling around the little hole that she had been so reluctant to use up until now, and was thinking of the sight of Ellen enjoying Phil's dick so much. She was beginning to get a little jealous. The only trouble was, she was so small, and her pussy hole was so small that she would never be able to use it. Maybe she was lucky that her mouth and throat were big enough. At least she had something, but that wasn't enough. She wanted to see what it felt like to have one of those cocks in the other end of her body.
Just watching Ellen getting her pussy pierced, she could almost feel the long meat working inside of her own body. But if she couldn't get her own finger in, how was she ever going to get a cock in. Especially one the size of Jim's. Maybe if she started off with Phil, he might be able to stretch it so that she could take a bigger one. But even Phil's cock was much bigger than her finger. She had better concentrate first on getting the finger in. Maybe the pinky first and then gradually work up to the bigger middle finger.
She knew where most of her trouble was,, right around he outside edge of her hole. If she could get her finger past that, she didn't think the inside would bother her so much. She knew that babies came out of that hole, so it must be able to stretch something terrific, but before a baby could come out, a cock had to go in. And before the cock could go in, that ridiculous little membrane had to be stretched enough to allow it entrance. She wondered how Ellen had managed to stretch hers, and if it hurt very much when she did it. She had never thought to ask her about it, but she made up her mind that she would do it tomorrow morning on the way to the meeting in the woods.
The early part of the morning before she left for school went just like every other morning. She was up long before her parents and had her little self loving session in front of the mirror in the door of the downstairs closet, then got the things ready for breakfast and called her parents. She decided not to wear her tight clothes this morning as it was too warm to wear a coat in order to conceal them, and besides, she didn't need them anyway. It wasn't necessary for her to vamp anyone as the boys would already be there waiting for her, and they didn't want to see her with clothes on anyway. Even if she was only going to suck them off, they still liked to see her body. She didn't blame them. She liked to see it too.
Ellen was standing on the corner waiting for her right on schedule and as they walked toward the rendezvous point, Aggie brought up the subject of her cherry. Ellen was reluctant at first to tell her exactly how she had lost hers, but she did say that it was done all of a sudden, by a big dick, and it did hurt like hell for awhile. But she said that once the dick was in her and pushing in and out of her cunt, the hurt seemed to fade away at least for the time being, and she settled down and enjoyed it. She was later on confide to Aggie that it was her own father who had broken her cherry one night when her mother was away and he had been drinking.
When it was all over, he sobered up somewhat and was sorry for what he did, but in the end, she was glad that it had happened. She was sore for a couple of days, but when the soreness went away she knew that she was now a big girl and was ready for anything. At least she thought she was ready for anything. She had been hanging around with Jim and Phil for a long time and they kept trying to get her to do things, but she was always too afraid. But the next time they tried, she was not afraid anymore.
She had accompanied them to the same place in the woods where they now held their regular meetings, and she surprised the hell out of them by turning into he aggressor herself. She took her pants off and pulled her dress off and laid down on the ground and spread her legs apart and invited them to have their fun. And she laughed as she told Aggie that the silly expressions on their faces almost tore her apart. In spite of all their big talk, they had evidently never even seen a pussy before. She had to tell them what to do.
Phil was the first one to get his nerve up enough to try it, and although she thought that she was now big enough to be able to take on these mere boys with no trouble, it still hurt the first time he put it in her. After he got going it was alright though, but when he was finished and she saw the size of the dick that was waiting for it's turn, she began to get a little scared. Jim was really hung. Not as big as her father, but if Phil's smaller dick had hurt, she had an idea that she was going to have trouble with this one. And she did. It went in alright, but it seemed to stretch her beyond her capacity, and even though he got his rocks off, she didn't get much enjoyment out of it. It was still the same. She would still let him fuck her, but it was mostly to please him. She would much rather have Phil.
Aggie had made up her mind, and she told Ellen about it. Today was Friday. By Monday she didn't want to be a cherry anymore. But today was no good, as she didn't want to spend the day in school with a busted cherry aching between her legs. She wanted Ellen to help her make arrangements with the boys to meet them someplace on Saturday. Maybe right there in the woods, or maybe someplace else, it didn't matter as long as they were far enough away from civilization so that she could yell her head off if she had to. Ellen was glad to oblige. She would love to be in on the busting of Aggie's cherry.
And when they met the boys in the clearing, they too were all for it. They knew of a perfect place much deeper in the woods, and they made arrangements for the girls to meet them right here on Saturday morning and they would take them to it. But right now, it was time to get down to the business at hand. There was still school to think of today, so they paired off again the same as they had gotten used to doing. Ellen went with Phil and Aggie went with Jim.
As far as Aggie was concerned, it was just another routine blow-job. After giving two or three a day for five days a week, it just naturally became a routine, and it was getting so that she was anxious to get it over with. Not that she didn't still thoroughly enjoy it, but she was becoming more interested in seeing what Ellen and Phil was doing. She never ceased to be amazed at the variety of positions that they could get into, and she was becoming more and more anxious to try some of them out herself. So it became a part of the routine that as soon as she had drained Jim's load, the two of them would sit down and watch the antics of the other pair. Jim would put one arm around her and cup her breasts, while the other hand would slide up and down her thighs and savor the feel of the smooth, warm flesh, and eventually wind up with the fingers running tenderly through her pussy crack and plucking at her clit. He couldn't wait until they were able to do what the others were doing.
And right now, as they sat in the grass and fondled each other, they were watching as Ellen and Phil fucked. He was stretched out flat on his back in the grass and she was laying full length on top of him and her ass was pumping away just as if she was a boy and he was a girl. And they could only see flashes of the hard cock as she raised her ass in preparation for another downward thrust and it was hard to tell who the cock actually belonged to. Aggie could stand it no longer so she got up and walked over to them and squatted down on the ground at their feet where she could get a better, more direct view of the action.
She leaned down further until her eyes were almost on a direct line with the rapidly bobbing ass, and she could finally see exactly what was going on. She could clearly see the little round asshole between the widely spread cheeks of Ellen's ass, and right below it, the equally widely stretched pussy that seemed to be devouring the hard meat. She loved the way the glistening shaft slipped so smoothly and easily in and out of Ellen's body, and the more she watched, the more she wished it was tomorrow already. Especially when she noticed
Phil's legs begin to shake and his knees begin to jerk up and down and she knew that in only a matter of seconds he would deposit his hot load deep in Ellen's vagina.
He gave a sort of final jerk and pushed his ass up off the ground and rammed his cock up into Ellen's, descending ass. When Ellen rose again, Aggie could see that the cock was still pulsing and when her ass came back down again, she could see the white cream squishing out from around the edges of the saturated pussy. But Ellen was not through yet, and she was not about to give up that meat until she herself was thoroughly satisfied. Apparently that was alright by Phil, as he just laid there and took everything that she could give him. And it was only another minute before it was Ellen's ass turn to start jerking, and she soon looked just like a stiff, wooden puppet as she plunged harder and faster, and even from where Aggie was, she could hear Ellen's breath coming out in pumping gasps.
As they got dressed, they discussed what they were going to do tomorrow, and they decided not to bother doing any more today. They would all need the rest, but especially the boys. It was going to be quite a time, and they wanted the boys to build up a good reserve so hat they wouldn't poop out on them too soon. They also decided that it would be
Phil who would have the honor of getting Aggie's cherry, and although Jim was a little disappointed, he could understand it alright. He knew from testing with his finger that Aggie's hole would be much too small to accommodate him, in fact it was even too small for Phil, but at least he would have a better chance.
And besides that, once Phil was able to get his smaller cock into her, it would still be almost like getting her cherry when he got into her with his bigger cock. But at least he would be a little more surer of being able to do it without tearing her apart. And that was when this little hunk of stuff would really become his girl. He had already fallen in love with that big, eager mouth, and when she had a pussy to match, well, what else could a guy want?
It was about two years ago when Jim first discovered that he had become what he thought a man. He had been playing with himself every night in bed for as long as he could remember, and he always got quite a thrill out of it. He didn't know much about sex, except what he had heard the older boys talking about on the street or in school, and not knowing much about girls, or even how they were made, except for the few tittie pictures he came across in some books, it didn't really take up big part of his mind.
Oh, he was interested in his older sister, Carol alright, and sort of half-heartedly tried to sneak a peek at her while she was getting dressed or undressed, but he was too timid and too much afraid of getting caught to really get anywhere.
He would lay around on the floor, pretending to read a paper or a book, when actually he was hoping that Carol would walk by and he could get a look up under her dress. And as a matter-of-fact, he did get plenty of good looks, but they didn't mean much. Generally he couldn't see that far up anyway, and even when he could, all he could see was her panties. He never could catch her without the panties, so what good was it? If all he wanted to see was girl's legs, he could see them any day at the beach where most of the girls wore much less than his sister did around the house. Of course he had seen her in a bathing suit too, and he liked what he saw, but it was not enough.
He had to resort to using his imagination as he played with himself, but not being able to summon up any definite sexy pictures in his mind, he generally just wound up enjoying the feeling that he was inflicting on himself. He had known for a long time about the stuff that was supposed to come out of a guy's cock when he played with it, but he also knew that it starts coming at different times in different boys, and he knew that some of the boys his age were already able to do it. He was able to have a good time with himself as it was, and so the fact that he wasn't able to shoot a load yet didn't bother him too much, but in a way, he was sort of anxious to see what it was like.
And one morning he woke up to find that he had gotten his wish. When he started to sit up and threw the covers back to get out of bed, he found himself sitting on a big wet spot right about where his crotch had been all night. He examined his dick and found out that it was not only still slightly hard, but it was also very wet and sticky. He had heard about wet dreams, but he couldn't remember having any dreams at all. All he knew was that he did have the wet. And from the way that he and the bed were still very wet, it could not have happened very long ago. He was eager to try it out again to see if it still worked.
He looked at the clock in his dresser and was surprised to find that it was only four thirty in the morning. Two whole hours before he was due to get up. It must have been the emission from his cock that woke him up. Well, no matter. Everyone would be asleep yet, and that was all the better. He tiptoed quietly down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked, then he removed his wet pajama pants and went over and stood in front of the toilet bowl. Even after he took a piss, his dick was still a little stiff, and he began to gently manipulate the skin back and forth and brought it slowly back up to full erection. Once it was where he wanted it, he went to work on it with his fist.
He couldn't feel any difference. It felt good, but then again, it had always felt good. He began to think for a minute that maybe he had just pissed himself, but he quickly dismissed that idea. He never had done that before, and besides, he was sure from the way that it had looked and felt that it was not piss. He hunched over himself and jerked harder and faster until he felt the old explosive sensation over himself and jerked harder and faster until he felt the old explosive sensation beginning to build up inside his gut, only this time he noticed that the exquisite feeling seemed to have more pressure behind it, and after just a few more jerks he was sure that something new and different was going to happen.
He was right. Suddenly his stomach seemed to take on a tight, pleasant tenseness, and then just as suddenly it relaxed and he felt a rushing through his dick like water through a hose and a white, creamy stream of liquid shot out of the end of his dick right straight across the toilet bowl and all over the upraised seat. He stopped jerking and just stood there with his hard dick in his hand and he could feel it pulsate a couple of more times as it shot several smaller, weaker streams that mostly landed in the toilet bowl in front of him.
He couldn't believe that all that had come out of him. He might have believed it, except that he knew that only a little while ago he must have let go pretty much the same amount. It must have been building up inside of him for a long time before it had made up it's mind to come out. Somehow he felt refreshed. Relieved. Something like a cow must feel right after it's been milked. He took a piece of toilet paper and tried to wipe his dick off with it, but the paper stuck to it and he wound up with little bits of paper all over himself. He finally got the washcloth and using plenty of soap and water managed to. clean himself up pretty good. The only problem that remained were his stained pajamas and the big wet spot on the sheets. Well, the sheets wouldn't be changed for another day or so, and maybe by that time it would be dry and if he just rolled it up and put in the wash it wouldn't be noticed. The same thing would go for the pajama pants. He would hide them in his room and let them dry too.
He slipped back, pantsless, into his room and sat down on the edge of his bed and an uncontrollable, big smile formed on his face. Today he was a man. But then the smile faded a little as he thought so what? What good did it do? It made him feel good alright, but it was one of those things that he had to keep to himself. He couldn't let out the good news like he always blurted out any other good news. It wasn't like when he sat down at the supper table and proudly announced that he got one hundred per cent in his arithmetic test that day. How would it sound if he suddenly blurted out right in front of his mother and father and sister at the breakfast table that he had just shot his first load?
Anyway, the next few weeks were just a matter of experimenting. Whenever he was alone, he would play with himself, and gradually he got to know just about how long it took to rebuild his supply so that he could shoot another effective load. Although he didn't know it even until this day, it had been one of his practice sessions in the basement that Carol had walked in on. She had never mentioned it to him. Why should she? She had enough boyfriends of her own now. She didn't have any need to bother about her brother anymore. But chances are, if Jim had any idea what his sister was up to, he would have wanted to bother with her.
But even though he was able to shoot his load, it didn't do much good. He liked to fool around with that little girl named Ellen that lived up the block, but he never really had the nerve to. His friend Phil had a little more nerve than he had, and when he heard Phil making sort of subtle remarks to her, he gradually got up the courage to join in. They were always asking her to take a walk in the woods with them, and she always refused. And it was a good thing too, because they wouldn't have know what to do if she did say yes. And that was what shocked the hell out of them when she took them completely by surprise one day and said yes and sounded like she meant it.
They found out that she did mean it when she actually accompanied them into the woods, but they still thought she was only putting them on. They decided to go along with her to see just how far she would go before she finally chickened out, and they were actually struck dumb when they found out that she not only didn't chicken out, but took over the whole operation by herself. Neither he nor Phil had actually ever seen a cunt before, and they just started with their mouths open at the pinkish slit with the little piece of skin showing at the top and the little hole near the bottom as she took her clothes off and laid down on the ground and threw her legs apart.
Once the ice was broken, the whole thing became a regular ritual. They met in the wood almost daily, and she would take them on one at a time or both at once. His dick was a little too big for her, but she thought nothing of taking it in the mouth, and that made up for his lack of pussy, and many's the time she sucked him off while Phil fucked her dog fashion. And then it got even better when Aggie came on the scene. He couldn't get over the size of her mouth, and the eagerness with which she used it. And now she was willing to go whole hog. Even though he knew he wouldn't be able to use her pussy for awhile, it was worth waiting for, and he definitely wanted to be there at the breaking-in ceremonies. Lucky Phil.
Saturday morning. And as each of the four concerned parties arose from their respective beds in their respective homes, the first thing they did was rush to the window to see what kind of a day it was. And if they had all been in one place, it would have sounded like one great sigh of relief as they saw the sun shining brightly and felt the warmth of it coming through the window panes even at this early hour. Mostly the feelings were of glee and anxiety as if they were looking forward to a long awaited party, but in at least one of them the feeling was that of glee mixed with apprehension.
Aggie was raring to go, but she was still a little scared. Her talk with Ellen yesterday had served to reassure her somewhat, but she still knew that it wasn't going to be easy. The thought that Ellen had gotten raped with a man size dick, while she was voluntarily going to take a boy sized dick made her feel a little better, but not much. She only hoped that she would get over it as quickly as Ellen said that she had. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The meeting was set up for ten o'clock and it was only even o'clock now. Three long hours for her to stew about it. She knew she wouldn't change her mind and chicken out, but she knew that these were going to be the longest three hours in her life. She was just anxious to have it over and done with. She figured that maybe if she got busy the time would pass and she might even be able to take her mind off of it for a little while. She doubted that, but she decided to get busy anyway. Her folks wouldn't be up for quite a while yet, as Saturday and Sunday was their time to sleep in, so there was no use starting breakfast yet. She decided to go to the bathroom and wash up and then get dressed before she went downstairs.
She walked over to the shower and started to turn it on, but then changed her mind. In the first place, the noise might wake the others up, and in the second place she figured that she might need it even more later on. There would be plenty of time after everyone was up, and besides she just might do a lot of sweating between now and the time she had to leave. She just washed her face and brushed her teeth. She could do her hair in her room after she got dressed. A quick session on the toilet bowl, and she tiptoed back out of the bathroom and into her room and closed the door behind her.
Even though she took her time getting dressed and doing her hair, the time still dragged, and when she looked at the clock again, it was only a little after seven thirty. She went downstairs and got everything ready for breakfast, and when she paused to listen, all was still quiet upstairs. She began to wish that they would hurry up and come down, because with a little activity in the house, it might help to speed things up. She walked over to the closet and opened the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Funny, she didn't look any different at all.
As she looked at the pretty girl with the long brown hair and the wide mouth and the short sexy dress, she looked like any one of a million innocent young things that were probably getting up about this time of the morning also. She wondered how many of them had an appointment to lose their cherry this morning. Not many, she bet. It wasn't the sort of thing that the average young girl would have planned for a pleasant Saturday morning. Oh well, she figured that Monday morning would inevitably come, and she would find herself standing before this .mirror again, and she would still look the same, and unless she was still hurting, no one except the few kids concerned would ever know that there was anything at all that was different about her.
She was small, the longer she looked at herself in the mirror, the smaller she seemed to get. Was she too small for what she was going to do? Phil was bigger than she was, and in comparison to her hole, his cock was enormous. Maybe she should try her finger again first. No she was only trying to make excuses now. It was just like going into a cold lake. If you started off by dipping your foot into it, you might wind up never going swimming, but if you just jumped right in it may be quite a shock at first, but after awhile it felt better and it was well worth it. That was how she would have to go about this thing. It had to be all or nothing. She made up her mind that she would not change her mind.
And now that she was determined, she tried to forget about the initial shock and concentrate on the pleasure that would follow. And the thought caused a little sensation to start rising in her belly, almost as if she could feel that warm, hard meat working inside of her right now. She lifted her dress up and looked at her legs and it made the sensation inside of her become even ore intense, and when she pushed her panties down and saw that little sparsely covered crack, the sensation build up into a pleasant heat. She started to put her hand down between her legs, but then stopped as she thought better of it. It wouldn't do to drain her passions now. The hotter she was when she went into this thing, the easier she figured it would be.
Anyway, she heard some movements coming from upstairs now, so she quickly pulled her pants back up and smoothed her skirt down and went into the kitchen to start heating the water and warming the frying pan. It was after eight now, and by the time they had breakfast and she took a shower, it would be nearly time to go. While she was waiting for them to come down she turned on the television and sat down to watch the Saturday morning cartoons.
But although she could vaguely see a long eared rabbit chasing a short fat hunger with a shotgun, and could hear the sounds of laughter emanating from the screen, it just somehow wasn't getting through to her. What was taking them so long to get downstairs?
But just as it always does whether we liked it or not, time passed, and she found herself walking down the street toward her rendezvous with the future. Ellen wasn't waiting on the usual corner, but then she hadn't really expected her to be. They had merely agreed to meet in the usual place in the woods, and when she finally arrived there, she found three smiling faces waiting to greet her. They must have been really anxious, because here she was almost ten minutes early, and they seemed to have been waiting there for a long time already. They were sprawled comfortably all over the ground, and they leaped to their feet as one when they saw her.
After the usual greetings, the boys led the way deeper into the woods. The, all knew that if they went far enough, the would come out near the end of a golf course o? the other side. And this was what the boys had in mind. They would be far enough away from the built up area so that they wouldn't be heard even if every one of them screamed at the top of their lungs, and yet they would be able to see a long way across the flat stretch of the golf course if anybody should come toward them from that direction. When they arrived there, Aggie and Ellen were satisfied that it was the perfect spot. They left just enough cover between them and the open spaces so that they could see through it, but nobody could see them unless they were right on top of them.
Jim and Ellen sat down in the grass in a spot where they could both keep a lookout for any intruders and also keep a close eye on the action that was to come. They didn't intend to do anything themselves except sit back and watch the show. This day belonged to Aggie and Phil. But as they watched the two principles standing before them start to strip naked, they couldn't control a rising urgency in their own insides. Jim put his arm around Ellen and pulled her tight against him, and she just relaxed with her head resting on his shoulder.
Aggie and Phil just stood there for a minute examining each other's body, and Aggie could see that Phil was really in the mood. She felt a strange twinge of fear go through her body as she started at the long, fat cock that was so hard that it was pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle. She knew it was only her imagination, but it looked bigger to her now than it had ever done before, and she couldn't bring herself to believe that it could actually fit in her body. And even though they had only been standing there a short time, it seemed like a long time to Ellen and she figured that they just didn't know what to do.
Presently she told Aggie to just lay down on her back, pull her knees up as far as she could, and spread them out as wide as she could. As she told her that, she almost kicked herself for not thinking to bring along some cream or something to help ease the entrance, but it was too late now, so she just told Phil to spit on his hands and rub it all over her pussy, inside and out, until it was good and wet. Actually, this was the first time he had gotten a good close look at Aggie's wide open cunt, and he was eager to comply. He soaked it good before finally getting down on his knees between her legs.
In the position that she was in, it was easy for him to take hold of his dick and guide the big swelled head until it was resting up against the little meaty hole. But when he had it there, he too began to have his doubts. It looked so much bigger than the hole that he wondered if he was going to be able to do it. But he was too determined to try, and still remaining on his knees, he leaned slightly forward, propping himself up with his left hand next to her waist and pressing the cockhead into the hole with his right hand. It was extremely tight, but the entrance to he hole began to give way a little and as he exerted more pressure, it started to slip in.
It was hurting already, and Aggie put her hands up to the sides of her face and pressed them tightly against her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. She was going to do her best not to scream, but she knew that this was only the beginning. He hadn't even gotten the whole head in yet. She didn't know that it was beginning to hurt him almost as much as it was her, but he also gritted his teeth and kept on pushing. Finally he did get the entire bulbous end of it in, and it felt as if he had a rubber band squeezing his dick right behind the ridge of the head.
Ellen could see how far he had gotten, and she could tell from the expressions on both faces that it wasn't going too well. Then she remembered how her father had done it to her, and she yelled to Phil to just go ahead and ram it all the way in. He let go of his cock and placed the hand on the other side of her, and after taking a deep breath, he rammed his ass forward as hard as he could.
Ellen and Jim couldn't tell which one of them yelled the loudest, but they did know that it started them both, and they suddenly remembered that they had forgotten to keep an eye on the golf course. They both looked up at the same time, and seeing no one in sight, they breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief. When they looked back at the two bodies on the ground, Phil was laying lengthwise on top of Aggie. He too had his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips were drawn back exposing a set of teeth that were pressed together so firmly that day they could almost hear them grinding.
There were tears running out of Aggie's eyes, and even though her lips were pressed into a thin white line, they knew that the teeth inside of them were grinding also. Phil's face finally started to relax as the initial pain began to wear off, but he still wasn't sure whether he had torn the skin completely off his dick. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he was definitely all the way in. It felt like his whole dick was surrounded with tight rubber bands now. He waited until his heartbeat started to slow up to somewhere near normal, and then he laid there for a minute feeling her hear beating against his chest. It was almost normal too, but she was so quiet that he thought that she had passed out.
He realized that she hadn't though, or at least not quite, and he decided to get on with it and finish the job. But as he started to withdraw his hard meat from the still contracting hole, he heard a rush of air hissing through her lips as she inhaled until it seemed as if her lungs would burst. Ellen and Jim heard it too, and they all knew that another scream was on it's way. But this time they were prepared for it, and they took only a second to check the golf course before looking back to see what was going to happen next.
And what happened next was another shattering scream as Phil pulled his dick out and pushed it back in again. When it was all the way in again, he stopped and waited for her to calm down, and he heard Ellen telling him to keep going. She said it was what Aggie wanted, so she might as well get it good and get it over with. But it really wasn't Aggie he was worried about so much as himself. He felt as if his dick had been run through a meat grinder, and the way it was hurting, he was surprised that it was still hard. But he took Ellen's advice and went back to work. Aggie didn't scream anymore as he pounded relentlessly in and out of her. She just laid there and sobbed.
It didn't hurt her so bad anymore, in fact she was beginning to feel all numb inside. Even her mind felt numb, as if she couldn't think clearly, and the whole thing seemed as if it was happening in a dream. It didn't seem as if it was happening to her anymore. But her body was fully aware of the huge intruder that was disrupting the peace and tranquility of her entire insides. She had to almost fight herself back to reality before she finally realized that she, Aggie, was actually getting fucked. But she was getting no pleasure out of it. Maybe that would come later, but right now, all she wanted was for him to get finished so that she could go home and lay down on her own bed and suffer in peace.