Here in lies a story told by Dirty Slut's Vagina, as only she can tell it. It is hoped that any further questions about Dirty Slut's intimate history be laid to rest with this story, and any further stories written by this Vagina later on.
All human beings are born "A" Sensual, and innocent. Hi! I'm Dirty Slut's Vagina, or as some would say her Pussy, and others more vulgarly; her Cunt, Twat, Bearded Clam, Snatch or what ever else they can come up with to humiliate, or minimize a body part's importance for such as myself. I mean, that unless you are the original Adam, and Eve, then you likely came out of one such as myself, and that makes me a very important body part. True, women pass urine through one such as me, but if they didn't they'd become very sick, and even die as would all of humanity once we were gone. And don't get me started on the blood thing, it's just a natural part of womanhood that we go through that makes us Sexual beings, for which all mankind should be down on their knees thanking God for the pleasures, and rewards we procure, and stop complaining about the cramps, smell, and other particulars that you may personally be squeamish about. It's not like I asked you to clean me up with your tongue during these periods after all. But would it hurt you to just once fuck me while I am in the highest heat of the month, Just Once? And why oh why do they use blue coloring in feminine products commercials? But I digress.
Like most vaginas I became sexually aware when Dirty Slut had her first period. Though she did develop earlier than her peers in this respect it took the rest of her body a lot longer to catch up. So I basically was just washed, pampered, powdered, perfumed, and petted with her fingers until she was already a freshman in collage at around 18 years old, and built like a brick shit house. By then most of the pricks around had already seen, and even used a pussy or two, and were now into screwing Tits, and Ass so I was totally ignored for the next four years while they had all of the fun, and I just seethed in perpetual slimy heat with nothing more than a finger or three rubbing my clit to make me boil over the top.
So it should probably be no surprise to anyone with a real brain to figure out that Dirty Slut (Not her real name.) was still a virgin, or rather that I was still as yet carrying a stupid hymen on the day that she got married. Okay, granted, that depending on your perception of beauty I'm probably either as ugly to look at as a local mud hole with healthy green algae growing in it, or I look like a molded gold pathway to heaven. But to have ignored me for this long was just more than a ripe, firm, extremely tight, well lubricating, normal pussy should have to stand for. Right?
I won't go into fumbling detail about the groom's capabilities in the Honey Moon Suite. Suffice it to say that he came adequately equipped to get rid of the hymen baggage that I'd been carrying around then for some 21 years, and had opened my, well, shall we say MIND(My Indigenous Nuclear Detonator) on many other sexual possibilities as well. For instance, if something that size was good for such fantastic orgasms then how much better would something twice as big be, and would the orgasm be twice the experience, and last twice as long, or longer? And did it have to be made of flesh, or even human at all? Such is the nature of the MIND of a Pussy that while inherently selfish sexually, we are always of a giving, and forgiving nature otherwise. I mean if you lived right next to a real asshole all of the time you'd have to learn to be kind, and understanding, or go totally suicidal otherwise, wouldn't you? And so it was that I quickly became connected to all of Dirty Slut's six senses. However as her husband's cock hadn't touched the cervix I still couldn't reach, or influence her thoughts.
The sixth being Sense-uality, and the one that actually connected me to the other five. So that whatever they felt, saw, tasted, smelled, or heard I also enjoyed feeling, seeing, tasting, smelling, and hearing which made me tingle and lubricate all over the place from then on. And I like to tingle, and lubricate more than anything, other than orgasm, of course, but the former usually brings on the later so that works too. In any case I quickly became a perpetual cauldron of volcanic sexual energy.
It wasn't until the day after the wedding, that I learned how good her husband's tongue could be. And Damn! That guy could eat pussy like nobody she'd ever been with before ever could. I mean the guy wasn't all that much in the meat packing department, but he sure knew how to use that tongue of his for more than talking. He made me cum four mind-blowing times. I mean this guy was actually worshiping me. So that by the time his dick entered me I was so slipper that I hardly felt him inside of me even as tight as I am. But I didn't mind the small mess he left inside of me as I was in such a wonderful state of euphoria after those orgasms, and none of it got to my womb anyway.
I pretty much went through the rest of the day sleep walking, or laying around on the beach day dreaming about bigger cocks until suddenly there was one right in front of her face. The guy attached to it held a tray with their drinks on it, and was as black as Dirty was white. I immediately began to drool all over her bikini panty's crotch lining.
Now if you've seen any of the pictures that DS has posted of herself you know two things: One that she is drop dead gorgeous, and two that she is somewhat shy about showing both her body, and face together at the same time to strangers. And yet here we were stretched out in the tiniest string bikini ever made for her new husband's sake, with every guy in site of her growing a woody, drooling, and bug eyed. She tends to have that effect on men, and not a few women as well I have noticed. Especially Tall, Dark, and Bald with a cock stretching half way down his left leg as he served us fresh drinks.
"Did you see that?" Her husband Jim inquired.
"What?" She replied between sips of her Manhattan Iced Tea.
"That guy just got a hard on looking at you. Didn't you see it?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Now don't tell me that didn't excite you," Jim chuckled. "The crotch of your bikini is soaking wet."
"And aren't you the lucky bastard that it is," we cooed back in reply.
"True, but it made me wonder. I mean you said you've had other men, just not vaginally, and I know now that was true. But did you ever make it with a black man?"
Suddenly I was very interested. The conversation was obviously about me, but I could only hope where it would lead. After all Jim had shown his open mindedness by the way he had brought me to four explosive orgasms, so I knew he was at least interested in kink.
"No, I never got the chance, and now I'm married." She said with conviction, and it was like a slap in my face, as if she was dismissing the conversation entirely. So in response I began to throb, and swell making us itch with wanton torture.
"You don't really think that a marriage license is a contract of ownership, do you?"
"No, but it is a contract of fealty to each other, Jim. I've pledged my life, body, and soul to you, as you have to cherish me."
