Chapter 1

Anne Armsted was, indeed, my best friend and she proved it by supplying me with birth control pills at the end of my next menstrual period. She got them easily from a doctor friend of hers. I was still a virgin, but the likelihood of changing that condition in the very near future was great. So, like the boy scouts, I was being prepared.

I remember sitting in my room one Friday afternoon talking to Anne. We were going to a party that night and were getting more excited by the minute. Most of the parties we had been to up until that time had been school gatherings at the home of one of the "nice" girls or boys. They were always chaperoned by the parents and broke up no later than eleven o'clock. But this one was different and that's why we were getting excited. This one was being held in an apartment and there would be no chaperone. The guy who was throwing the party was a school dropout who was making a very good living as a rock and roll musician.

"Are all those things about Danny true?" I asked Anne, hoping she would repeat some of the dirty stories about Danny Bloomfield.

"Sure they're true. You'll see for yourself tonight. They say he can't even count the number of girls he's fucked in the last year. They say his prick is ten inches long and that he always makes girls suck it for him."

"Are you going to suck it for him, Anne?"

"Sure, if he wants me to."

We were talking pretty big about fucking and sucking and God knows what else that afternoon, but really we were scared shitless. Anne had vowed to me that she was going to get fucked that night. She tried to get me to vow too, but I was chicken. I kept making up excuses like, "I have to find a boy that I like first," or, "it depends how many people are there," but the real reason was that I was petrified at the thought of some ten-inch cock going right up into my tight little cunt. I had heard many stories about the pain girls go through when they get busted.

We arrived at Danny's apartment at about nine o'clock. There were a lot of people there and a lot of booze. Most of the guests were already pretty drunk and they were all doing sexy dances. I knew immediately that I was in over my head. The only choice I had was to leave or get drunk. The former would have been too embarrassing, so I chose to do the latter.

Anne was much less inhibited than I. She was making advances toward every man who came her way. Being a new face, or rather, I suppose, a new body on the scene, she was extremely popular.

It was about eleven-thirty, I think, when I saw Anne disappear into one of the two bedrooms with the host, Danny Bloomfield, the guy with the ten-inch prick. Being a bit drunk, I didn't care if anyone saw me follow them out of the room, down the short hall and into the bedroom.

"I want to watch," I said matter-of-factly, just as Danny and Anne assumed a comfortable position on the bed.

"Do you want me to fuck you, too?" asked Danny as he undid his shirt.

"No, I just want to watch."

I could tell that Anne was nervous, but she was doing a good job of hiding it from Danny. When he dropped his underwear onto the floor, she just lay there, speechless. Those stories about him were true, because his cock hung down five or six inches and it was still slack.

I had to admire Anne's show of courage. She lifted her quivering arms to him and in a voice that cracked with fear, she begged, "Fuck me, Danny. Fuck me hard."

She told me later that she got those lines from a book she once read. But wherever she got them, they worked beautifully. Danny's limp prick started to swell up. It swelled and swelled until we thought it would never stop. It stood at least ten inches straight out with a slight bend upwards. The head of it was dark red, almost purple, and it must have been two inches thick. His balls were big, too. They hung down three inches in a limp sac and banged back and forth between his thighs when he walked.

Danny lay down on the bed beside Anne, but not the way I expected him to. His head was down between her thighs and his throbbing prick was right at her mouth. "You suck me and I'll suck you for a while," he said, parting the hairy lips of her wet, inexperienced cunt.

Anne did as she was told. She took his big, sinewy cock in her hand and shoved it into her mouth. The head of it was all she could take, so that's all she sucked on. I watched while both of them grew noticeably agitated. Danny's pink tongue flicked in and out like that of an asp. He covered every part of her cunt, concentrating mostly on the hard, swollen clit. Anne drew strenuously on a mouthful of cock. She told me later that it swelled up even further while she was sucking on it, but, of course, I couldn't see that at the time. In any case, it was hard to believe that it could get any bigger than it was when it disappeared into her mouth, but Anne swears it did and I don't see what reason she'd have for lying.

Danny called all the shots and when he was ready he suggested they do it "the other way." I would have called it "the proper way," but that was the difference in our outlooks on sex.

Anne played everything by ear and, thinking back on it now, she did quite well. By watching her, one would have thought she had been fucked many times before, but I knew she had not.

But cunts don't lie and as soon as Danny had parted the sticky lips with the hard fat head of his penis, he knew right away that she was a virgin.

"You've still got a cherry in there somewhere, have you, baby?"

Anne only nodded. She was too damned scared to say a word.

"Well," Danny added with a broad, evil grin, "this is an unexpected surprise. Cherry-busting is just about my favorite sport."

Taking his prick in his hand, he guided it into the proper opening and started to push it out of sight. He got two inches of it in and Anne broke. Some blood appeared on the underside of his prick. I know because by this time I was right up behind Danny with my face about a foot away from his asshole watching him split Anne open with that monstrous hard-on of his.

Before too much more damage could be done, Anne climaxed. It was her first real climax and even though, as she told me later, it was mostly one of pain, she was ecstatic at the time. She rolled around under Danny, clutching at his back with her fingernails. She had big tears in her eyes, but they were tears of joy. That, even I could plainly see.

Unfortunately, Danny got nothing out of it. He was still as hard as a brick and just about as thick by this time. His proud cock stood out and up, straining at its roots as though pleading for somebody to whack it or suck it off to get rid of the terrible pain in its adjacent testicles. Anne was more than obliging. It was the least she could do for the man who had busted her cherry and given her a climax with only the first two inches of his mighty weapon. Lying on his back, Danny held his stiff organ up in the air while Anne took up a position between his legs. When he let go his grip, she replaced it with her own. Then she began by running the taut tip of her tongue up and down the broad back of his prick. By accident she touched the sensitive ridge at the base of the head and noticed an immediate response from Danny. By repeating this action she soon had him in a frenzy.

Such is the process of learning, I thought to myself as Danny started to show signs of a coming climax.

Anne took the whole end of his prick in her mouth and began to suck on it methodically. Danny bent and twisted under her, pushing his prick deeper into her mouth. I could tell from the way she jerked her head that the first shot of cum had gone into her throat. She coughed and tried to pull her head away, but Danny had her firmly locked in his hands.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

She did.

"You're the first man I've ever been with, and I fucked you and sucked you both. That's pretty good, eh?" Anne asked, proud of her new achievement.

"Yeah, that's pretty good," answered Danny, idly stroking his limp, dying penis.

"The only thing that bugs me," continued Anne after a moment of thought, "is that my cunt wasn't big enough for your prick. Do you think it ever will be? I mean, when will I be able to fuck completely? I mean, when will men be able to put their whole prick into me, right up to the balls?"

Danny said he would screw her again in about a half an hour. This time he was going to shove his whole ten inches into her cunt. That I wanted to see. I told him right then it was impossible, but he claimed he'd do it with ease. Because I had my clothes on, I was elected to go out to the other room and get three drinks. When I came back, Danny was still lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. Anne was sitting cross-legged beside him, playing with herself to try to loosen up for the next fuck.

Danny pretended his cock was a swizzle stick and stirred his drink with it. "I've got the biggest tool in the band," he said as if he were sure we wanted to know. "In fact, I have the biggest tool I've ever seen."

I don't know about Anne, but I was a bit disappointed to hear that. If you start out getting fucked by the biggest cock around, where are you going to go from there?

"You'll never get all of that in her cunt. Not in a million years," I said, tossing a glance at Anne's hairy crotch.

"Sure I will. Women are made to stretch," Danny replied wisely. "I've heard of guys who have abnormally large pricks."

"How do you know it's true if you've never seen it with your own eyes?" I countered, putting the pressure on.

"Look, you little virgin, do you want me to put it in your tight little box instead?" "No, not just yet."

"All right then, don't argue on something you don't know anything about. If I say I'll get all ten inches in, I'll get them in. You wait and see."

So I did. I waited and I saw. I saw Anne open her legs as wide as she could. I saw the lips of her glistening cunt open up of their own accord. I saw right up inside her where Danny was going to ram all of his ten hard inches. I saw Danny move in on top of her, his stiff prick bobbing and weaving, ready for the strike. It was every bit as long and thick as it was the first time around. I saw Danny lower it into position and pause just at the tip of Anne's crack, the silky, blunt end of his cock rubbing gently against her wet clit, then I saw the chunky head push back the lips and slowly nudge its way into the hot pit between Anne's legs. Danny thrust with his buttocks and a quarter of an inch of his rod sank out of sight. Only nine and three-quarters to go. The skin around Anne's cunt was stretched tight. I saw Danny thrust again. Anne closed her eyes and winced slightly. Another quarter of an inch disappeared.

Bit by bit, like a snake eating a frog, Anne's cunt gobbled up Danny's giant cock. Bit by bit, quarter inch by quarter inch, the bonelike organ found room to enter. Breathless and sweating like a wrestler, Anne nibbled and sucked on everything she could find, Danny's nose, lips, tongue, ears, the pillowcase, everything. She tried to open her legs farther to make it easier, but she couldn't. She could only hope now that her insides would stretch far enough to take him without rupturing. She swung her head wildly back and forth from left to right as Danny sucked on her nipples, making them screw up into a tight, hard knot. Bit by bit, quarter inch by quarter inch, he eased his prick right up her cunt until there was only five inches to go.

Looking at Anne's smooth white belly, I tried to imagine where ten inches would come to. Around the navel somewhere, I figured. Christ, I thought in astonished silence, what happens to all those intestines and things? Where do they go? I still don't know the answer to that question.

I got a good glimpse of Danny's bag. It had shriveled right up, holding his balls in tight against the base of his prick. I guess that's to keep them out of the way, so that they don't slap against the girl's cunt, I thought to myself. But they were way ahead of things. There were still about four inches to go before they would be anywhere near Anne's juicy cunt.

Danny jerked his bum and a full inch of his prick was gobbled up by Anne, holding her head in her hands and twisting her face in sweet agony. Then, suddenly, with a burst of energy, four or five successive thrusts put it home. Danny's cock was gone from view, somewhere up inside Anne. His balls were clenched up in a tight cluster, resting against the open mouth of her cunt. He had done it, the bastard! He was fucking Anne right before my eyes, with all ten inches of his penis. Amazing!

With their pubic bones touching, the two of them rocked back and forth, then Danny started to slide his prick in and out of her. When it came out, it was all wet and sticky-looking and it glistened in the light. It was beautiful! For the first few thrusts, he only brought it out two or three inches before slipping it in again. Then, as both of them approached their second climax of the night, Danny arched his back and slowly withdrew his cock. Once again, I was amazed by the length of it. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten inches of it came out of that little hole between Anne's legs. I couldn't believe it. I felt faint thinking about all that grizzly meat going into me. But as if that weren't enough, Danny humped his back up so that the head of his cock rested just at the door of Anne's cunt, just touching her clit, then with all the strength in his body, he stabbed the whole fucking organ right into her-the whole ten inches in one fell swoop. Anne almost bent in half. Her body snapped into a sitting position then straightened out like a poker. Her head flopped around on the pillow and her fingernails brought blood to Danny's shoulders.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," yelled Anne as she twisted and turned around Danny's prick. It was evident that this was a real climax, not a virgin climax, but a real female orgasm. So violent was her reaction that she managed somehow to fall away from Danny just as he was about to come. In a frenzied fit of twitching, his prick got out of hand and spat hot jism all over Anne, the bed and the floor. Luckily, I was able to get out of the way.

"I feel bad about that," said Anne sincerely as we talked about the events of the evening in the back seat of a taxi on the way home. "Poor Danny didn't get to come in me either time."

"I've heard that can drive a man insane," I added to her misery.

We said good-night out in front of my house and the cab drove away. I went in and jumped into bed to dream of big pricks, tight cunts and fucking.

The next day I saw Anne around one in the afternoon. She was walking bowlegged and said she felt as if Danny had left his prick inside her-still hard. That same day Anne convinced me I had to get fucked very soon.

"It's the most beautiful thing in the world, and for that reason alone every human being should do it as passionately and often as possible," she told me. "Your cunt's not made the way it is just to make it easy to piss through, you know. It's made that way to take pricks, big pricks, little pricks, fat ones and skinny ones, circumcised and uncircumcised. Your cunt is made to get fucked and if you don't use it for that purpose, you're only half a female. Wouldn't it be silly for someone to have good eyes and not use them? But it's the same thing as having a beautiful cunt and not using it. And you do have a beautiful cunt, Susan. Believe me when I say that."

Anne was right and I knew it. I had to get fucked sooner or later in order to be a whole female, so I might just as well get it sooner. I no longer believed all that stuff that my parents told me about virtue and chastity. There were a lot of things about my parents' way of life that I didn't understand. For example, how they could go to church every Sunday, but swear all week long. My old may would say that premarital or extramarital sex was wrong, but ogle every young girl he saw in a miniskirt. I know for a fact that my father fucked a woman other than my mother because I saw them doing it when I was just five years old. My mother had gone away for a weekend to a funeral in New York and my dad fucked a woman from his office. I saw the whole thing, but I never told him about it. For one thing, I didn't even know what it was all about, but somehow I sensed that it was something I shouldn't see. But to listen to my old man, you'd think he was lily white.

So, anyway, there was no reason for me not to get fucked. It was only a matter of time. And Anne was there to see that I did it right away. She seemed genuinely interested in sharing with me the thrill of getting busted. She said she felt sorry for any girl who had never been fucked.

"Nuns," she exclaimed, "have to be totally insane!"

Graciously Anne volunteered to retain Danny's services for the following Friday. He was the man to bust me and one thing was for sure-he'd do a thorough job of it with that ten-inch cock of his. In preparation Anne and I worked on my cunt with a carrot which we carved in the shape of a prick. And it was then, during one of those practice session, that I really lost my virginity. I remember the afternoon it happened. I was almost heartbroken. There was nothing, I thought at the time, more inglorious than losing your virginity to a carrot-and a five-and-a-half-inch one at that. The whole motive behind recruiting Danny was so that I ruptured my cherry with a vegetable carved in the shape of a prick and not even carved well, I must say.

But for Anne, I should have fallen into a state of depression. She convinced me that this was just the unofficial busting. The official busting, the one that counted, would be left for Danny. "Besides," she added, "there are still five unexplored inches to go. Your cunt is at least fifty percent virgin."

That kind of thinking was very comforting to a girl in my position, and what was even more comforting was the way in which Anne licked the lips of my unofficially busted cunt to soothe the wounds the carrot had left and the way she slipped her index finger up inside me to give me a vague idea of how it would feel when Danny's prick would follow the same path. Anne was a good friend.

Every chance we got, Anne and I worked on the fuzzy little patch between my thighs. We stretched, pulled, probed and pushed it this way and that, trying to work it into a shape that would accommodate Danny's rod with a minimum of pain. Anne also sucked on my nipples to toughen them up for Danny, or so she said. But I think she did it because she liked doing it. I think she had a bit of Lesbian in her, but then, I must have too, because I enjoyed it. My breasts were bigger than Anne's then-I guess they still are-and I think she idolized them a bit. She used to comment from time to time on how well they stood up for their size and on how she preferred my brown nipples to her pink ones.

But anyway, that's beside the point. My first fuck was arranged for Friday and by Thursday night I was rather agitated. I felt like I was going to write a final exam the next day, and I guess in a way I was. I wanted to be at least as good as Anne was. I was even hoping I would be able to take the whole ten inches of him on the first round. My cunt was in shape, I was sure of that. And so it was with some confidence and a lot of anticipation that I fell asleep that night.

I dreamt of a giant cock. It was about three hundred feet long and sixty feet wide and I was trying to get it into my cunt. How it happened I don't know, but I ended up crawling into the piss hole, along the sperm duct and to the sac. I can still remember looking out through the thin skin of the ball bag. It was pink with blue veins running through it. The balls themselves were purplish. Ever since then I have had a strange desire to cut open some man's bag and take a look at his balls to see if they really are purplish. I haven't done it yet, but who knows, some day I might.

The next day I had a bath before breakfast. I put Chanel No. 5 in my cunt hairs in case Danny wanted to suck me that night. I thought it was a nice gesture.

At the breakfast table Mother asked me what my plans were for the day.

What do you want to know for, you dizzy old clitoris? I wanted to say.

"I'm going to an all-girl party tonight," I said.

She wanted to know where.

What's it to you, you shriveled old cunt hair? I wanted to say.

"At a friend of Anne's," I said.

As usual, the conversation with my mother was a dud. I wanted more than anything to ask her why she pretended not to have a cunt. Why she acted as though she had never sucked a cock or had her juicy old clit tickled by some man's tongue. But I didn't. I couldn't. I just answered all her stupid questions and hoped she'd shut up sooner or later, which she did. How I wished I could tell her I was getting fucked that very night. How I wished I could tell her a lot of things!

What a fine day that was, with butterflies in my stomach and adrenalin shooting through my system. I looked forward to that evening's festivities with eager anticipation. In the afternoon, Anne's parents went away, leaving the whole house for the two of us to romp around in-naked, of course. I guess I should tell you here that Anne's parents were rich and so were mine. At one time, that would have been the first thing I told about myself, but now it doesn't matter to me. I used to think I was lucky having rich parents, but I realized that summer how wrong I was. Growing up in a wealthy home was a disadvantage, if anything. The only reason I tell you at all is to make some of the things in the story, some of the things my parents did and some of the things I did, easier to understand.

Anyway, that afternoon Anne and I ran around her house in the altogether, fingering each other's cunts and bums and tits and generally having a good time, getting excited for my maiden fuck that night.

I remember I was chasing her down the hall with a broomstick telling her I was going to push it up her cunt and out her ass when she barged through a door and jumped straight into their indoor swimming pool. She disappeared from sight and didn't come up. I panicked. I figured she had smashed her head on the bottom and was down there drowning. With my fingers pinching my nose and my arm protecting my tits so they wouldn't slap on the water, I leaped in and sank to the bottom, then fought frantically to get over to her. I could see that her cheeks were puffed out and her eyes bulging, but she was sitting in an upright position, which I couldn't understand. If she had bumped her head, I assumed she would not be sitting up. When I got closer, I noticed she appeared to be clutching her abdomen. Cramps!

Growing short of breath myself, I struggled against the water with all the strength in my body. I was not a good underwater swimmer. I zeroed right in on her and was about to seize her arms when I got a good look at the position of her fingers.

"That's right, masturbating," she said while we recovered our breath at the side of the pool. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing's wrong with it, except that you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were drowning."

"Now, really, Susan, would I do that on the day of your cherry-busting?"

The rest of the day was as zany as that. We continued to swim in the nude for several hours, enjoying the nudity more than the swim. And when a little boy of about eight looked through the glass walls that surrounded the pool, Anne jumped out of the water and ran over to where he was standing. The little boy was delighted. He pressed his nose against the glass and shaded the light from his eyes to see better. Anne, on the other side, pressed her cunt against the glass and rubbed it up and down. The little boy laughed and licked the glass. When Anne put her finger in her cunt, the little boy pulled out his penis. It was an inch long. Anne bent down and put her mouth about where her cunt had been, pretending to suck his wee organ through the glass. The little boy jumped up and down and giggled, putting his hands on his head and letting his tiny rod dangle and bounce. He was amused, to say the least, and refused to go away until Anne threatened to tell his mom.

"I'll tell her you let your prick hang out in front of me," she shouted through the glass. He ran away.

Anne dove into the water and came up in front of me with her hands between my legs. Her index finger dipped into my cunt and I squealed.

"That's where Danny's prick is going to go tonight, only it'll be a lot longer and a lot thicker than my finger." It was an unnecessary statement, but it did what she intended it to do. It got the subject of conversation back onto the busting of my cherry.

"What's it feel like, Anne, to be fucked by Danny?"

"Well ..." Anne began slowly, gracefully scratching her head and looking off into the distance as though searching for the right words. "At first, of course, there's a lot of pain. It's like he has to make the hole before he can get in. The head of his cock is very blunt and very soft and it's also very, very thick. When it starts to get deeper into your cunt, you think it's going to push all your guts right up into your throat. But it's not a horrible feeling. It's a beautiful feeling. You feel it getting deeper and deeper inside you, but then you look down and there's still five inches to go. And it just keeps coming, coming and coming, until your whole body seems to be full of Danny's cock. You can feel it in your stomach, your chest, even your fingertips. Your whole body is full of Danny's cock. And it's so thick, it pushes your legs wide apart and stretches the skin all around your cunt. Every time he moves it tickles your clit, and when he moves enough you have an orgasm."

"Can you feel him shoot the semen into you?" I asked, eager to keep her talking on the subject.

"I don't know. He didn't come in me, remember? The first time he came in my mouth and the second time he came all over my stomach."

"And the bed," I added.

"And the floor," she continued. "But I've heard from other girls that you can feel them shoot the semen. And they say that when you get up afterwards, all the gunk dribbles out of your cunt down your legs."

"Oooh, I like that," I said, twirling my curly crotch hairs between my fingers. "Semen dripping down the insides of your thighs after the fuck. I'd like to see that in a movie. That would be very symbolic."

When Anne and I got up to leave the pool, we were greeted by the admiring glances of ten or eleven little boys, all about eight years old and all with one inch cocks squashed up against the wall surrounding the pool. At the end was our little friend. He was licking the glass. Anne tried to frighten them away, but they just laughed and banged their pricks against the glass, yelling that we needed haircuts between our legs.

"Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," said Anne with a shrug as she sat down in front of the lineup and opened her legs. With her finger buried deep between her yawning cuntlips, she was in the advanced stages of masturbating when all of a sudden- "Look out, somebody's coming," I screeched and splashed into the water, Anne falling in behind me. We were in the deep end clinging to the side nearest the glass wall when the old broad shooed the infant voyeurs away. She was a cuntless old curiosity piece and it would have been a treat to be able to tell her so, but we just smiled at her as she frowned at us through the glass. She stayed there for a while, hoping, I suppose, to find out what the boys had been staring at, but she saw nothing but our heads. When she too had moved on, we jumped out of the pool and slopped into the house.

I was almost too nervous to eat that night. I bit my nails and fidgeted until seven rolled around and it was time to leave for Danny's place. Because it was a nice evening, we walked.