Recapping my recent four-year sojourn through high school, I was tallying the various things that I'll take away from the experience. I could conjugate a verb, I could multiply fractions, and I could bring-on an orgasm in any number of people- men, women or mixed pairs. And the tumultuous ordeal that encompassed most of my later teenaged years, was topped-off by my senior prom which just ended a few hours ago. And it was the wildest night of my life.
I developed an appreciation for the intoxicating effects of vodka, which led to me losing my virginity to a guy that I had some classes with, but not spoken one word to. Then I experienced another taste sensation, when I gave my first blowjob to a second fellow that I had never seen before last night, and swallowed a gallon of his cum. I lost two sets of clothes and made a careful study of the inside roof panels of two different cars. Someday, I'll possibly be able to tell people about the dancing and entertainment at my prom, though really, I don't remember a single minute of it. The story that I could tell would come with a lot of embarrassment and
may lead to me being called a slut.
The day began with a nineteen-year-old's, typical nervousness over her first mani- and pedicure. I was gifted a dark green, taffeta gown which my mother accessorized with her matching garnet necklace and earrings. The jewels set-off the auburn highlights of my long brunette locks, that tonight was swept back over my ears in a shiny, bouffant updo. My girlfriends and I were driven to the gala in the glamorous back seat of a stretch limousine and we felt like princesses. The glass slipper lost its effect shortly after that.
The young chauffer for the evening was a dapper guy named Charles, I didn't actually meet him until much later in the affair and I came to call him Chuck because he was the one who shoved his cock down my throat. The only guy who even offered to dance with me was Adam. I knew him to see, from calculus and civics classes but I never imagined that he would be the one to pop my cherry.
All-in-all, it was an eventful night where I tried on many interesting outfits, met new people and discovered that I am a totally submissive sexual partner, who can be convinced of almost anything to satisfy the convulsive urgings of my irrepressible cunt. The night came full-circle at about five in the morning, when Chuck appropriately, drove me to my brother Tony's apartment, since he was the one to pick us up in the first place, and his "tip" for the long hours, was to have his cock sucked.
I stood on the front porch of my brother's place, trying to stay in the pre-dawn shadows, because I wasn't exactly dressed for visiting. I had on Chuck's elegant suit jacket which he politely offered to me, since he shredded my shirt earlier in the car, in trying to get at my big tits. It fell almost to my knees and totally outclassed the paint-stained and oversized sweatpants that Adam gave me, after ripping my gown while attempting to fuck me. The comical get-up was made resplendent with the shimmering jewelry that dangled from my earlobes and cleavage. I was still holding the dainty purse that was bulging with my balled-up dress, that was torn and filthy, the remains of my sheer stockings and my ripped undies that were sticky with cum. I decided against trying to slip my blistered and swollen feet into the four-inch, strappy heels because they clashed with the rest of my ensemble, so they too, hung from my dirty hands.
Tony cautiously peeked through the window, then opened the door. He was still bleary-eyed from sleep and was hustling to make it to work on time, when he spied me on his stoop. He squinted, still half-asleep and his forehead furrowed with disbelief when he spotted his little sister. Tony was five years older than me and had always been the best big brother, we could tell each other everything though I feared that today might stretch that honesty. He looked me over and stifled a chuckle at my clownish apparel. "Tell me that you're alright," was all he said at first. Then he stood aside, offering me admittance.
He smirked as I assured him that everything was under control, as he watched me clutch the coat to my throat, unable to hide the obvious fact that I was bare-chested under the ill-fitting jacket. "I'm sorry that I missed seeing you before the prom," he snorted. "What was the theme of the event, 'I live under a bridge?'" Then he mockingly held his nose as I passed by him on the way inside and out of further sight from the neighbors. I simply muttered that it had been an interesting evening, and proceeded to the little kitchen where I could smell the coffee brewing.
"I just need to get some sleep, and I'll tell you all about it, later." I sat heavily on the chair and poured caffeine down my throat. The bitter taste masked the aftertaste of cum that still lingered on my tonsils and I needed to wake-up enough so that I didn't injure myself. I was certain that I would fall instantly asleep as soon as I saw a pillow. He didn't stop smiling but he asked no more questions. I saw him go back into his bedroom and emerge a few minutes later in his work clothes. And he handed me a pair of his gym shorts and an old, soft tee. Both of them were too big, but I had figured-out how to be comfortable with all the extra room, in the recent selection of clothing that I had been given. I also discovered that I am drawn to larger men, if my slight history is any indication.
"I'm late, so I gotta' run, but I can't wait to hear the rest of this story. I'll be home around five, so if you have nothing to do, you could wash the dishes." Then he kissed me on the tip of my nose and the top of my head, and was almost out the door, before he fired one last, parting shot. "Oh yeah," he laughed. "Take a shower before you climb into my bed." Then he shut the door.
"Go fuck yourself." I kiddingly smiled. And thanked him for his kindness. Then I asked him to call our mother, to tell her that I asked him to pick me up early, from the shindig because I was bored and tired and that we spent all night talking, so now I'm going to bed. I slumped back into the chair and determined that I didn't wish to rehash the night's activities any further, and being alone for the first time, I began to notice the pungent aroma emanating from my thoroughly-used frame. As I surveyed my surroundings it occurred to me, that after being raped by two different men, in two different cars, that this was the first time tonight that anyone had kissed me, since my mom walked me to her front door. I also saw that Tony only had the one bed, so I better wakeup enough to bathe before I crawled into it.
I trudged slowly into the bathroom and started the hot water, I would scald the crud from my body if I had to. I started to strip my borrowed accessories from my tired frame and chuckle as they dropped to the floor. It was Adam's shirt that Chuck ripped, but I'm pretty sure that he wasn't expecting it back. The sweats will probably end-up in the trash. The jacket deserves a wooden hanger, but it fell to the floor, too. If I ever see Chuck again, I'll iron it for him. Funny thing, after each guy used me, they turned-out to be nice guys and I think that I said that I would consider "dating" them again. I placed the jewelry on the dresser.
When the steam had sufficiently clouded the tiny room, I hopped into the shower, studiously avoiding the unforgiving mirror above the sink. For a minute, I just let the hot water bake me. You couldn't imagine the look of the water as it circled the drain. Feeling slowly returned to my sore frame. Muscles that I didn't know I had, were aching. It took three rounds of shampoo to cleanse my long locks and bring the reddish streaks to light. I scrubbed the rest of my body, especially hard, dredging every inch to remove the ground-in dirt. Now the impurities were only in my mind.
The vigorous action took a toll on my energy reserves, I leaned back against the tiles and slowly dissolved onto the porcelain bottom. I crumpled like wet, folded paper. My main hope was that I don't drown in my own filth. My sleepy head slumped onto my chest and I brought my knees up, under my chin and wrapped my sore arms around them. My swollen eyes closed for a minute and I allowed the soothing water to wash over me. It had the effect of reviving me so that I could continue with my disinfecting. I saw some shave-gel sitting on a small shelf next to a round, hand mirror. It was probably the closest thing to face and body cream, that my studly brother would have in his house. The nerve endings began to spark as I regained consciousness. So, I thought that I would reward my skin for putting it through the wringer, last night.
I rubbed a little on my face, neck and shoulders, sensing the sharp tang of lime but enjoying the solo massage. Then I spread more along the rest of my torso. I began to detect yellowish bruises, mostly around my tits and thighs, that would soon turn black and blue, and the gentle motion of my soapy hands made them feel better. There were also bloody scrapes- like rug burns- that tingled and hurt when the alcohol in the gel, hit them. I continued to rub it all over my body as my head lulled back and my eyes closed once more.
