The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio


Chapter 3

[Virgin no more]

My relationship with Charlotte meant that I maintained an
active sex life but my virginity was still intact.
Masturbating Philippe and sucking off Serge remained my
only experiences involving men, or rather boys. But given
my natural curiosity about what it would be like to have
sex with a man, it was only a question of time when I
would try it out.

Ironically, it was my virginity which delayed my first
encounter of the penetration kind. I knew that losing my
virginity would be an irreversible, once-in-a-lifetime,
never to be repeated experience. I didn't want it to
happen casually or even accidentally, it had to be a
special occasion, a memorable event. So whenever a
situation arose where I asked myself 'would I want do let
this guy take my virginity?', the answer was inevitably
no, and in spite of some really valiant efforts at
seducing me, I never let it go beyond kissing and petting
- some of it quite heavy, with hardly a piece of clothing
left in place.

One Sunday, Charlotte invited me for lunch at her place.
"Don't expect me to spend hours in the kitchen, though,"
she said, "I'll buy some ready dishes from the
delicatessen and add my personal touch." She also put
some wine into her fridge to chill.

We enjoyed the food and wine and each other tremendously.
At one point, Charlotte, lying in the easy chair with her
legs up in the air, decided to pour some wine into her
slit and made me drink her 'pussy wine' as she called it.
Of course, I didn't stop there. Later we changed roles
and I served as her chalice.

It was a glorious spring day, too beautiful to stay
indoors all the time. So we decided to go for a stroll in
the nearby park. We were both slightly tipsy from the
wine we had consumed and Charlotte was in an
exceptionally good mood, so good that I felt comfortable
enough to bring up a subject which she was normally not
keen on: my defloration. We were sitting on a park bench,
a little off the main path, sheltered from the general
view by a hedge. I started off by telling her that I
thought the time had come for me to lose my virginity.

"Anyone I know?" she asked casually.

"No, I didn't have anyone particular in mind. You know I
don't have any male friends, and I don't really feel I
want to get involved at this stage."

"In that case, how did you intend to go about it? Put an
ad in a newspaper? Donate it to charity? Sell it to the
highest bidder? Would you consider a gang bang? That way
the question who was the first becomes almost
irrelevant."

"Well, not exactly sell it to the highest bidder, but I
thought I could let the most suitable man do it."

Charlotte was intrigued by the idea and saw a possibility
for an experiment in human behaviour. "Define suitable,"
she said.

"It would have to be someone who can do the job well, you
know, be gentle and give me some pleasure in the
process."

"Hmm, that's an interesting idea, but you can't ask for
references, like the names of other satisfied girls they
have already deflowered. And you can't let them do a dry
run and select the most suitable one based on the
results. I suppose, it would have to be a best guess
selection from the small group of boys you know."

As I thought about the boys I knew who might be worth
considering, she peeked against the sun along the path
where a group of three figures was coming towards us and
said, "Well, speak of the devil."

It took me a while to realise that one of the three was
Serge. The other two figures were boys roughly his age.
They slowed down for a moment while Serge said something
to the others, then they approached us.

"Hi Jacqueline, are you still wearing those woolly
knickers?" Serge said, provoking laughter from the other
two. I could have killed him for this stupid remark and
decided to ignore him.

"As it happens, she isn't wearing any knickers at the
moment. If you care to sit down over there, you can check
it out."

Charlotte had decided once again to humiliate me. The
three boys walked to the place which Charlotte had
indicated and sat down on the grass. Charlotte leaned
over to me and told me to spread my legs. Then she lifted
the hem of my skirt so that the three boys could have a
view of my pussy.

"This is your chance," she said while she slipped one
hand into my blouse and started playing with my nipples.
"I bet, all three are able and willing, you just have to
chose one. Which one do you like best?"

I told her that I wanted to select my first male partner
based on objective criteria, rather than good looks, a
nice smile or pleasant manners. After all, these things
did not guarantee that a boy was up to the task in
question. She asked me what these objective criteria were
and I said, "Well, he's got to turn me on, he's got to
make it a memorable experience."

"That's not very objective, my dear, and whether it's
been a memorable experience is something you'll only know
after the fact, not before."

Charlotte did not seem to take my idea of selecting the
most suitable candidate very seriously - in fact she
thought the whole idea of selecting the man who would
make a woman out of me based on objective criteria was
hilarious and at one point she suggested to make them
draw lots - but in the end we agreed on four criteria.
Each boy would have to French-kiss me, caress my breasts
and stroke my pussy and I would award points for the
stimulating effect they achieved. This score would
indicate whether the candidate would be able to make this
important step in my life a pleasurable one. The fourth
criterion was the size of his member, which we also
considered relevant.

Charlotte pointed out that if I was serious about not
being influenced by good looks, a nice smile, etc., then
it would have to be a blind test, in other words I
shouldn't be able to see the candidate who was
stimulating me. I found that suggestion very weird, but I
had to admit that it was the logical consequence of my
own idea.

While we were talking, Charlotte had unbuttoned the top
of my blouse and continued to play with my nipples. I
started to get excited and slid down on the bench so that
I was now in an almost horizontal position with my legs
spread wide to offer the boys the best possible view of
my pussy.

The three hadn't moved from their spot. They kept looking
in my direction and enjoyed the improving view of my
pussy from the distance. I could hear them talk and
laugh, but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Charlotte announced that she was going to inform them of
our plan.

As she got up from the bench and walked over to the
group, I assumed a slightly more respectable position.
She addressed the three as 'young gentlemen' and
explained that she was proposing a 'somewhat unusual
competition' and that the winner would be able to a
collect a 'unique and precious reward'.

I had mixed feelings hearing her talk like that about me,
but had to admit that she was only presenting my own
idea. After all, it had been me who started the
conversation about me losing my virginity. As the boys
wanted to know more about this competition, I heard her
talk about the beautiful spring day, the sap rising and
the birds and bees.

As she spoke, the wind picked up a little and it became
increasingly difficult for me to hear what she was
saying. I watched them talk and occasionally laugh, but
could only understand the occasional word. I heard one of
them say 'completely naked' and saw Charlotte nod in
agreement. Then Charlotte said something which included
the word 'condom' and all three of them pulled a brand
new packet from their pockets. In the end Charlotte shook
hands with each of them as to seal an agreement; then she
returned to our bench.

Charlotte pulled me up from the park bench. "It's all
agreed. Let's go. We need to prepare a few things before
they come."

On the way she told me that they had agreed to my
selection criteria, that they had insisted I be
completely naked throughout the competition - and she
didn't think that would be any problem for me - and that
the lucky winner would use a condom. They had also
demanded that the winner be able to enjoy his prize in
privacy. This meant that she and the two losers would
have to leave as soon as I announced the winner.

Charlotte considered her bedroom a special place and she
wasn't going to let a bunch of boys defile its sanctity
by deflowering a virgin friend of hers in it. Therefore
we carried her bed into the living room and drew the
curtains to keep prying eyes out. Charlotte also
suggested I had a little more wine to calm my nerves. I
followed her suggestion although I felt that it was
really her nerves which needed calming. When the doorbell
rang, she told me to strip and lie on the bed.

As the three boys entered the room and inspected my
nakedness, I felt like a whore who was receiving
prospective customers. On the other hand, I wanted them
to be turned on so I displayed myself in a very sensual
pose. Charlotte ordered the three candidates to remove
all their clothes and soon they stood there, naked, their
erections swaying in the air. There wasn't any
significant difference in the size and shape of their
cocks, so this probably wouldn't be the deciding
criterion.

Charlotte told me to have a good look at my pretenders
because this would be the last time I'd see them. Then
she blindfolded me and proceeded to have the boys draw
lots to decide who would be first, second and third. She
reminded them to remain quiet because otherwise I might
be able to recognize from their voices who was Number
One, Two and Three.

Soon Number One approached the bed and kissed and
caressed me. I couldn't help finding the situation very
weird. There were three naked boys queuing up to convince
me that they were the best choice for my first ever fuck.
And in order to convince me they performed a sequence of
pre-defined activities for which I awarded marks.
Wouldn't it be more natural to let them all get a piece
of the action?

My mind was still on these thoughts when Charlotte told
me I still had to evaluate Number One's penis. I didn't
just want to take it into my hand, I wanted to see it and
took off my blindfold.

Charlotte jumped on me like a tiger to put the blindfold
back, but she came too late. I had already seen the penis
- and the boy it belonged to. She scolded me for having
spoilt the experiment. She would now have to assign the
candidates new numbers and start again from the
beginning. And, to avoid a repetition of what had just
happened, I would have my hands tied to the bed. After
Charlotte had found some suitable pieces of string and
tied me up the competition started anew.

The way I was lying there - naked, blindfolded and my
hands tied to the bedposts - must have really turned the
boys on. Or maybe I felt aroused by my own vulnerability.
Whatever the cause, their kisses and caresses did have a
stimulating effect on me and my excitement rose with each
candidate. On reflection, I would say today that,
scientifically speaking, my experiment was seriously
flawed, because each candidate benefited from the level
of excitement the previous candidates had achieved. So
Number Two achieved a higher score than Number One and
Number Three scored even higher and was declared the
winner.

Charlotte told the other two candidates to get dressed
and leave. I heard some grumbling; they were obviously
not pleased about losing. Then Charlotte gave me a kiss,
wished me luck and told me to enjoy myself. She would be
back as soon as it was over.

My heart was beating fast in a mixture of fear and
anticipation of things to come. Soon after the door
closed I could sense the weight of another body on the
bed and a few moments later that weight was on top of me.
A hand pried between my legs, searching for the entrance
and then guiding an erect penis into my vagina. My suitor
apparently thought there had been enough foreplay already
and decided to come straight to the point. He also didn't
find it necessary to untie my hands or remove my
blindfold. He pushed a little further inside me without
any difficulties but then hit some resistance. As his
cock forced its way through, I felt a short, sharp pain
and had the sensation that there was some bleeding.

Once this obstacle was overcome, he started pushing in
and out of me, at first slowly, but soon getting faster
and faster. His breathing became louder and faster and
soon his body trembled and he came. Very soon after that,
he withdrew his softening cock from me and got up from
the bed. I could hear some sounds, probably of him
getting dressed, then the door opened and just before
closing it again, he said, "Thank you."

There was complete silence. I was lying on the bed,
blindfolded and with my hands tied, wondering if this was
all intercourse amounted to. It had been over so quickly,
I didn't really have a chance to decide whether I liked
the sensation of having a penis in my vagina. It hadn't
caused me any great discomfort, but there hadn't been
much pleasure either. I concluded that this particular
male probably wasn't very experienced - it was quite
possible that I had been his first ever woman - and that
it would be much better with an experienced man.

When Charlotte returned and helped me get up from the bed
and wash myself, she was full of scorn for the fool who
didn't even have enough sense to untie me and remove my
blindfold. "You weren't supposed to see them before the
decision, but there would have been no harm in you seeing
the winner."

The episode confirmed her long-held conviction that males
were completely useless, particularly when it came to
satisfying a woman's needs.

                         -----

In case there are any virgins out there reading my story,
let me give you this advice: Very few men still consider
an intact hymen a certificate of quality and expect their
brides-to-be or girlfriends to be virgins. Nobody is
going to return you to your parents as 'damaged goods' if
it turns out on the wedding night that you're no longer a
virgin. The hypocrisy of demanding that girls remain
'pure' while boys are expected to 'get some experience'
has become too obvious.

Getting your hymen out of the way is not a pleasurable
act. But it clears the path for fun and fulfilment. The
problem is that most people consider defloration and
first intercourse one and the same thing, or as two
things which are intrinsically intertwined. They are not!

It's like the opening ceremony for a new bridge or a new
stretch of railway track. During the ceremony the
official only cuts the ribbon. The real traffic crosses
the bridge some time later. Nobody uses an actual train
to burst through the ribbon, they use scissors. The first
train comes when the ceremony is over. Likewise you
should plan the clearing of your entrance as a separate
step so that you can later surrender to your chosen
partner without any fear or anxiety.

My advice to all virgins is: do it yourself, in a quiet
moment. Or ask your best friend to do it for you, using a
candle, a carrot, or whatever other implement you prefer.
If you really feel it's something that merits a big
celebration, invite a few friends 'round for an
inauguration party. You can even have the one who does it
announce, "I herewith declare the pussy of (insert your
name here) open to public traffic."

However, if you're one of those girls who already have a
long standing relationship and want that man to be the
first and only one - and I say this without a sneer -
maybe you want to give your chosen one the honour of
making a woman out of you. In that case, yes, let him do
it, as long as both of you understand that this isn't
sex, but merely part of feminine hygiene - and it's not
likely to be a memorable event.

                    To be continued