I Am a Cum Slut

I am a cum slut.

There, I said it. I don't regret it. I got raped. Well, not really. I asked for it. No, seriously, I set it up myself. I met a woman at a local night spot, and we hit it off. Her name is Julie, and we started hanging out. Well, as one might imagine, we started talking about everything. You know, girl talk.

Well, one thing led to another, and eventually, I admitted I was a virgin. No, I'm not a technical virgin. I was genuinely untouched. I maintained my cherry.

I got close to Julie and admitted my virtuous state of being. Physically, of course. Julie also learned I had a devious and dirty mind. Shortly after I turned eighteen, I went to a house party. I wasn't invited. No, not by the host. It was one of those word-of-mouth, everyone-welcome parties all the cool kids attended.

There, I saw guys and girls making out and having sex. Right in the open! Girls on girls, and guys on girls. One girl was fucked by six different guys that I saw. She was a mess. She had sperm all over her. She lay there moaning and writhing while guys stuffed her with their hard, stiff cocks.

I was so transfixed by the action in front of me that I unconsciously started pressing my twat up against the back of the chair in front of me. No one paid attention. They were all too busy watching the girl get used by all the guys. I was invisible to them.

Julie acted shocked as I told her the story. Then she asked, "Why didn't you hook up?"

I blushed and told her about my virginity.

Again, she asked, "Why are you still a virgin?"

I looked at the floor and mumbled, "They say I'm ugly."

Julie said, "Jan, you're not ugly; all you need is a little makeup and a better hairstyle."

Then I admitted that I was never permitted to wear makeup or cut my hair. My parents were strict when I grew up.

Julie said, "Let me help you."

We went to a local pharmacy, where Julie picked out various types of makeup. We went to my place, a small studio apartment in the downtown area close to my job.

Julie instructed me to shower and wash my hair, so I went to the bathroom and cleaned up.

I dressed, went to the sitting area, and sat down while she put the makeup on me. She was good. I always thought I was ugly. She made me pretty.

She worked as a stylist. She knew what she was doing. She then cut off a foot of my long hair and styled it. It looked great! She was standing behind me when she leaned in and kissed my neck as her small hand reached down to caress my 34 "B" cup tits.

It was as if I were in a trance. I said nothing as Julie nibbled on my neck and caressed my tits. She reached for the hem of my blouse as her lips touched mine. I hesitated but didn't resist.

I moaned and arched my back as she tugged the blouse up over my tits. When I moaned, she pushed her small tongue into my mouth. I swooned and opened my mouth as I became caught up in the moment.

Julie came around in front of me and sat on my legs as she removed my blouse and continued to assault my tongue with hers. She unsnapped my bra and lightly pinched my nipples. My head was spinning as she continued to caress and maul my body.

I gave in to her. I allowed her to lead me to my bed, strip me, and go down on me. She ate my twat! She made me cum! It was my first real orgasm. Oh yes, I diddled my clitoris from time to time, but never have I felt this good. It was amazing!

Her tongue performed magic! I held her head by her hair and pulled her face into my cunt as I screamed in ecstasy. She pushed her tongue into my cunt hole. She used her tongue to beat my clitoris like a boxer punching a speed bag.

Then she pushed my legs up to my tits as she traced her tongue along my taint and pushed it into my asshole! I came again! I squirted! I was so embarrassed! I thought I peed on her.

I sobbed. I felt shame. Julie came up alongside me and cuddled me. I felt my fluids on her wet skin. I held her and felt a compelling urge to fondle her tits. They were smaller and firmer. They had very pointy, long nipples.

Her nipples reminded me of the baby bottle nipples I've seen in stores. You know, the natural-looking type. I dipped my head into her tits and sucked on her nipples. I alternated from side to side as I cupped her mound and rubbed her twat.

Her cunt mound was trimmed tight. With most of her pubic hair shaved away. I slipped a finger into the folds of her twat and stroked her clitoris. She pushed on the top of my head with urgency. Her need for release overwhelmed her.

I felt the need to bring her the same pleasure she brought to me as I slipped down her torso until I was looking directly at her twat. I never imagined that I would want to have sex with a woman. I shrugged off the thought and dipped my face into her steamy, hot twat.

She hissed, then arched her back as she pulled my face into her cunt. I licked and sucked. I ran my finger through her juices. I pushed my finger into her hot cunt, and she moaned in delight. I kept assaulting her like she owed me money.

Julie screamed out as she came and told me to push my finger up her asshole. I did! It was a good thing I kept my fingernails short. I might have ripped her asshole open because I pushed my finger in fast. She screamed and came again.

Later, as we were both recovering from our sexual encounter, Julie asked me if I had any fantasies about sex.

I looked at her and said, "Yes."

Julie said, "Tell me."

That was the first time I ever admitted to anyone that seeing that girl at the party getting fucked by many men turned me on. I dreamed of being raped. I was used by a group of men until their sperm oozed out of every orifice of my body. I used that fantasy to masturbate myself.

Julie said, "You can't be serious; you want to be rapped?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative.

Julie said, "But why?"

I looked at her and said, "I don't know; it just seems so erotic to be helpless and used by others."

Julie looked at me in shock and said, "But you'll be a cum bucket for their lust."

I moaned.

Julie said, "You're a randy, horny bitch!"

We both giggled.

Then Julie said, "If you seriously want that, you need to get protected. You need to get on the pill."

I again nodded yes.

Julie then said, "You're kinky!"

I giggled as I pushed my finger into her cunt. We spent the rest of the day talking and having sex with one another.

Before Julie left, she told me she could arrange my deflowering and gang rape, but I must get on the pill. She said that I wouldn't know when or where, but after I was rapped, someone would say, "Julie sent us."

I thought she was shitting me. I got on the pill. I kept seeing Julie, and I asked her if she was real. She said yes, but I wouldn't know when or where. Julie said if I knew, it wouldn't be authentic.

She said I would have cocks up my slut-curt ass and in my mouth. I would be covered in sperm to wear home. To experience the "walk of shame."

I became good at putting on makeup, and men were starting to notice me.