Chapter 35: Debbie’s Problem

Wednesday, May 26, 1971

I woke up alone. It was just getting light outside. I quickly scanned the ranch, and everybody was where they were supposed to be, mostly asleep. Sarah and Debbie were the only ones’ in our group that were awake, and they were in the bathroom. I scanned them a little deeper, intending to wish them a good morning and thank them for my first threesome and a totally wonderful time, but what I felt turned my blood cold.

” ... and I realized you were right, Debbie. He will be wonderful for the girl’s first time,” Sarah was saying.

“Yeah. But now I have to go beard the lion in his den. And I dread it,” Debbie said. “I just know he’s gonna want to fuck, especially after I tell him I want to stay. Even though it’s because of Candy and Mandy, he’s going to think it’s because of Michael. So ... I’ll have to let him fuck me and act like he’s the greatest lover since Don Juan. I just hope I can do it through all the pain.” Debbie was crying now. Sarah put down her hairbrush and hugged her sister, trying to comfort her.

“Well, if he agrees to you staying, you won’t have to put up with any pain for a week or so,” Sarah said, trying to console her sister.

“That’s true. But it’s a small consolation, when I have to endure it now,” Debbie said as she started weeping. “Oh Sarah, you have no idea how bad it hurts! Why can’t he be like Michael? That was so good for me. Did you know that’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had from having sex? I mean, that wasn’t faked.”

Sarah reached for her brush and started brushing Debbie’s golden hair. Even at thirty-three years of age, she still wore it below her shoulders, and it looked great!

They were quiet for a few moments, when Debbie asked, “Do you think I should just give in and go ahead and get the operation? I’m out for the summer, and I’d have the chance to heal before school starts back. That’s if they will still do it with me being pregnant.”

“I don’t know. It all seems so strange to me. I mean who’s ever heard of surgically enlarging your twat?” Sarah replied.

“I know. When I think about it, it makes me angry. It seems kind of selfish of Jeff to ask me to make my pussy larger just so he can slam it in me harder. If he would ever do it like Michael did last night, I’d never leave him alone. But no. No matter how nice I ask, he just wants to stick it in and see how far he can shove. He doesn’t seem to give a damn about how bad it hurts me. So it’s no wonder I never look forward to him fucking me.” Debbie said, the bitterness in her voice undisguised.

“Do you think enlarging it would help you enjoy sex more?” asked Sarah.

“I’m not sure. It would eliminate a lot of the pain from him fucking me so hard, but the Doctor says it probably won’t help me feel it any better. In fact, he says it will most likely deaden the nerves in most of my vagina to have the surgery,” Debbie told her.

“Some choice, huh? Have the operation and lose the chance of ever feeling an orgasm again, or don’t have it, and endure the pain every time he fucks you,” Sarah surmised.

“There IS a third choice,” Debbie said. “I didn’t realize it until last night. But if Jeff could ever see what he’s doing to me, all the pain he causes slamming away at me like he does, then maybe he could change how he fucks, and do it more like Michael did.”

“I see what you mean,” replied Sarah. “I guess it’s a good thing Michael is gonna be your daughter’s first. That way, you’ll know if they inherited your little pussy. And you’ll be there to help them deal with it if they do. So hopefully, they won’t make the same mistake and marry some ogre who causes them as much pain as Jeff causes you.”