I thought I was in love with Brock, but he turned out to be a brute, a brute with a big cock. He said it was my fault he couldn’t get it in. Maybe he was right. I went to the doctor and she had difficulty getting the speculum in. She told me if I ever had children it would be by C-section. She gave me some exercises and recommended a certain type of dildo, but I was too shy to get one.

Instead I decided to find a nice guy with a small dick. The nicest guy I knew was Eugene, and he was somewhat slight, but I wasn’t sure that meant his penis was also slight. Waiting at the bus stop after school, I asked him if he could do me a special favor. He said sure. But it kinda depends on your penis size, I told him. I need someone not too big. He looked a little crestfallen. I took it to mean he actually had a big dick. He said he wasn’t sure. He said he thought maybe he was average. So we decided to give it a try.

It turned out his dick was definitely smaller than Brock’s. But before he could get it more than a tiny bit in he splurched. He was so embarrassed. I told him it was okay, that maybe next time it would work. In the meantime I suggested we try a carrot. We went through the bunch and found one about the same size as his dick. He spent some time making it slippery with my juice and his splurch, and then he gently slid it into me.