Until the middle of May of my freshman year, I attended classes at the University of North Texas (UNT). Partying consumed more time than studying, and my grades weren't good. As a result, the Dean put me on probation the next semester. When classes ended, I hitch-hiked to Oklahoma City, it wasn't one of the most intelligent things I ever did.
I was 25 years old and had spent the past six years with Uncle Sam in the Navy. I was using my benefits to go to school, for what I don't know. Now that I had poor grades, my chance to graduate was in jeopardy.
I only had sex once before I got out of high school, but it was horrible. I made it through most of my term in the Navy not experiencing it again. I got hit on a lot, though. I am five feet eight tall, with dark brown hair and green eyes. For you guys who want the complete picture, I have olive skin and usually a nice tan with 34B headlights. I know, not the biggest ones, but they're mine, and they're extremely sensitive.
In high school, I ran the 1600 and 3200 meters. With Uncle Sam you just run, they don't keep track of how far. I was still in good shape, but all the beer I had consumed in the last year wasn't helping.
Towards the end of my Navy career I met a Navy navigator and fell in love. We were going to get married and see the world, except a freak accident on his plane took him from me. He had been really gentle with me and taught me to enjoy sex. He never rushed me; he worked at making it fun for the both of us.
When my enlistment was up I wanted to just leave. I was devastated. I decided to go to school and got into UNT, staying in the dorms. My roommate, Gina, was a true freshman and had been a cheerleader in high school. She knew a lot of people in the school and the city, since she was from Denton. She talked me into going to this one bar she knew—it was one that let her in because she was over eighteen years old, but under twenty one years old. I decided to go and keep an eye on her. She hooked up with a guy and let me know I was on my own. I got to talking to the bartender and found out he also owned the place. He offered me a job and I agreed to work part-time. I got to know the regulars, and of course I got hit on a lot.
I had gotten used to having sex and the urges started coming back. I started hanging out there even when I wasn't working. On Saturday nights they had a local band that played there. I managed to let the bass guitar player talk me out of my panties on a regular basis and then we went to some wild parties.
Somewhere along the way, I had wild sex with like six or seven guys, maybe more. I remember it was horrible—well it should have been. I kind of remember it, but it is like I was watching it happen, not actually having it happen to me. I think maybe I had too much to drink.
The next morning I woke up in a strange house on the dining room table without a stitch of clothing to my name. I slipped in the bathroom and found a terrycloth swimsuit cover-up hanging in the closet. I put it on and snuck back out. I looked around for my clothes, but couldn't find them.
Everything hurt. I found a cell phone on the kitchen counter, then crept out the front door and walked to a nearby shopping center. I called Gina and asked if she could come and get me. It was midday and I was hanging out behind the dumpsters. I was just wearing a cover-up—no shoes—nothing else. The cover-up might have been four inches below my pussy. I felt my pussy; it really hurt. Shit, my pubes were gone. I lifted the front and looked, my landing strip was AWOL. My asshole burned, and fuck, my throat was sore.
I kind of remember being stuffed now as I felt my aches. I must have had a cock in all three holes at one time or another. Gina drove up and I slipped into her car. I saw her looking at my outfit. "Don't fucking ask, I fucked up. Can we go get me some clothes?"
We got back to the dorm and I had to walk by a few of the other girls. I think they call it, "the walk of shame." Gina wanted me to go to the cops—I wanted a shower. The shower won, and then I crawled in my bed naked.
A little later, Gina woke me up. She had gone to the drugstore and got a morning after and made me use it. She noticed all the scrapes and scratches on my naked body when I set up.
"What happened to your landing strip?" she asked, as she noticed my pussy was out from under the cover.
"Oh my God, let me look. You didn't shave it off, did you?"
I shook my head, no. She pulled the covers from my body. She motioned for me to spread my legs and she looked at my pussy.
"Who did this?"
I shrugged my shoulders, I really didn't know.
"I think they used a laser hair removal tool or something on you. If they did, you know it will never grow back."
"What?"
"It looks like they used sandpaper on it as red as it is, but I bet it's from the tool."
"It might be from the sex. I think there were like six or seven, maybe more guys doing me. Fuck I don't know."
"At once?"
"I don't know. I know my pussy is raw outside and inside, my asshole feels like there is a log sticking in it, and my throat feels like it's been stretched, and it's sore. Oh, and my ears feel like I have been hung by them. Was it fun? NO. Will I ever do it again? I hope not, but if I do, I hope I can remember what it was like."
"Holy shit, you really had a cock it every hole, at once?"
"I'm pretty sure I probably did."
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That was two weeks before finals, which I did horrible on and now I was sitting in a truck stop in Oklahoma City wondering what I should do with my life. I did go to the student health services and got tested. My period showed up the following week and was over.
Mom and Dad were in Kansas and my brother lived in Chandler, Oklahoma. Maybe I would go see him. His wife, Jill, was a flight attendant and she was gone a lot. He had a farm and worked on an oilrig. He wasn't home much either—maybe he would let me hang out at his place.
I called his cell and talked to him. He was going to be home for a day. I told him I was in Oklahoma City, at a truck stop. He knew the place and told me to wait there. He was in Union City and would pick me up within the hour. My brother, Ty, is four years older than me, but he still is protective of his little sis. He picked me up in his pickup truck. I was glad to see him. He wasn't happy with me when he found out I had hitch-hiked to Oklahoma City.
He drove us to his farm north of Chandler. It was a nice place. He had a four bedroom house with a large deck and hot tub on the back. He didn't have any fence on the back yard, but then his closest neighbor was like half-a-mile away or so.
He showed me to my room and then asked what I wanted for dinner. I told him, "Whatever is fine."