I wasn't a virgin before that week, but I might as well have been

This story is completely true (despite what any Bible Beaters out there may wish to believe). It was Spring Break 2005 of my senior year. OK, confession time -- for the first three and a half years of college I was a bit of a prude. I would tease the boys but never let them past first base. Not only was I a prude for my own experiences, but I would also scold other girls for getting too drunk or hooking up (like I had any right).

I actually had a boyfriend. Wayne was a sweetheart. He never complained, although I’m certain I gave him more cases of blue balls than I ever allowed him to release. In return, I would allow him to rub me, once in a while, through my panties but never to orgasm. Needless to say I had a lot of pent up sexual frustration by senior year.

One day I realized I had wasted a huge opportunity I would never, ever get back; the chance to be wild and free ... with the ability to have some fun and just move on with no worries about having to face these people ever again. So, when asked whether I wanted to go to Washington with my goody, goody friends for Spring Break or to Cancun with my one wilder girlfriend, I immediately chose Cancun. Before we left I told Trish of my intentions to get drunk and wild with the boys. Her advice to me? In all sincerity, she suggested that I start to stretch myself out in those two weeks before we were to leave for Crazy Cancun.

So, every night before the trip, I would see how many fingers I could get inside my precious little place. In case you were wondering … I wasn’t a virgin. Wayne took care of that one night, but he was small. I knew that even though his was the first erect penis, I’d ever seen. Well, I bought a thong and feeling sufficiently stretched out, I felt ready for Cancun.

The first night was a wild a booze cruise, but unfortunately, I passed out way early. Surprise, surprise: I was a lightweight … still am, actually. The second night I got the shock of my life.

Trish met these two black guys who were having a big party at some house. We got in the cab and followed them there. It was off the hook. I was in a little skirt, thong and strapless top. A guy named Rod was instantly grinding me on the dance floor. He was feeling all over my body and I was enjoying the Hell out of it. I pushed my butt closer to his crotch and felt a bulge much bigger than Wayne’s. I always heard black guys are bigger, but I was most definitely not prepared for what came next. He asked if I would like to go to the garage. I said yes, but only if he had protection.

He grinned and threw me over his shoulder. The garage was quiet. He put me on my knees and pulled out the biggest you know what I have ever seen...it was massive. I cried out "Oh my gosh, you cannot put that in me!" He said, too late, it's going somewhere. Just the head filled my mouth and when he thrust his hips the slightest bit, I began to gag. I held on for about five minutes until he stopped, picked me up, spread me on the hood of some old car and began to eat me out. I came three times. Then I felt it. I cried out: “No, no I cannot take it, you don’t understand.” It was to no avail. I screamed as his massive head penetrated my little darling. I was stretched to the absolute limits. Luckily for me he was close to coming and within a few minutes, he blew a load in me. Then I felt another hand spread my butt cheeks, his friend had joined him and was fingering my rear end and darling at the same time. This felt much better and I began to relax and enjoy the pleasure.

He did this until I was good and wet then HE entered me. He was much smaller and felt much better. He came before me, but stayed erect long enough to finish me off. My legs went weak as my darling gripped him. It was wonderful. I cleaned up and went back to the party. I never told Trish what happened but to this day, I sometimes slip my hands down my pants thinking of that night.