Introduction

I haven't always been as uninhibited as I am now. At one time I used words like vagina and phallus, intercourse and embrace. I was almost as square as my parents. I used to go to church practically every Sunday and if a boy so much as touched my boobs by accident I thought him a lecher and would immediately ice him out. I was told that chastity was a woman's most important possession and I believed it. Shit, thinking back on it now, it's a wonder I had any friends at all.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Susan Biltmore and you can bet I get a lot of corny remarks about that because, ironically enough, I've always had an exceptional build, even when I was very young. Boys used to call me the girl who was built more but used less than any girl in the city of Toronto. It bothered me for a while, but I soon proved them wrong.

The big change in my life came at the end of the 1968 school term. I had just finished graduating from grade thirteen and I was looking forward to starting at the university the next year. On the afternoon of the last day of school, my best friend, Anne Armsted, came over to my house. We sat in my room, deeply engaged in "girl talk," as we had been thousands of times before. But, on this particular day she said something that made me just about shit in my pants. Right out of the clear blue, for no reason at all, she turned to me and, with a kind of dreamy look in her eyes, she said, "I want to get fucked this summer!"

Back then, any four-letter word shocked me, but to hear the ultimate swear word, the king of the four-letter obscenities, was ample reason for a heart attack. I wanted to say something. I think I wanted to chastise Anne, but for the life of me, I could not force my tongue to rise to the occasion.

"I want some nice blond boy to bust my cherry," Ann continued, as if I weren't feeling faint enough. "You know, Susan, I have never held a boy's prick! As a matter of fact, I have never even seen a boy's prick, except for my little brother's and he's only three years old. All I know about them is what I've read in books."

I was disgusted, revolted, nauseated and angered by Anne's language. What was worse, what really bothered me, was that I was getting wet between the legs. I could actually feel the lips of my virgin cunt opening up and dribbling wet, slippery juice into my undies. I tried to stop Anne's string of obscenities, but all I could do was blush.

"And I'll bet you've never seen a prick before either. I mean a real grown-up prick. A hard one. Have you?"

I didn't know how to answer her. I would have liked to blast her with some religious threats, but I knew I was just as guilty as she was because I was getting excited. My cunt was sinning even if I weren't.

"Well?" Anne insisted. "No, I haven't seen-" "Haven't seen what?"

I hesitated. I knew she was trying to make me say that word, just for the fun of it, but I couldn't. I was sure I couldn't.

"What haven't you seen? Say it, Susan. Say cock or prick! Say it!"

I wanted to. I really wanted to, but something stopped up the words in my throat. There was some power over me that would not let me utter those obscenities. Hearing Anne do it excited me beyond description, but I couldn't get them out.

Anne coaxed me on, "P-r-i-c-k . . . prick! Feel it between your legs, Susan, and say it. Enjoy it. Let it swim around in your mouth."

I was like a cripple trying to walk when his legs are completely numb. I struggled against this force that didn't want me to enjoy that word. My eyes were clenched shut, my mouth partially open, my cunt drenched with anticipation. Suddenly, it came in a flood. "Prick! Prick, cock, cunt, cunt, balls, prick, cock, asshole, cunt, fuck, fuck, fuck." I fell back on the bed, perspiration making lines down the side of my face and I laughed. For several minutes, my body tingled all over, especially inside my virgin cunt. I was hysterical. I couldn't stop the laughing. Anne laughed with me until my transformation was complete. I didn't know until much later that I had just undergone my first minor orgasm.

Somewhere along the line, Anne had undergone some strange metamorphosis and now, with her guidance, so had I. The stage was set for the greatest summer of my life.