Tapping Into That Market Pt 04

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.

It felt nice to rub the silky mix on my swollen joints and especially on my sore tits. I must have drifted-off into some mysterious world just outside my conscious mind. Erotic visions soon haunted my dreams. Out of the blackness, came a storm of searching, scavenging arms. Disembodied hands were surrounding me and groping at my tits. They kneaded the tender flesh and juggled the heftiness of my weighty globes. I couldn't force my eyes open but the image was clear and stark. Hands of all sizes and shapes were pawing at my flesh. Nails with pink polish and hands with dark, wiry hair, were struggling and competing for possession of my breasts. My nipples were being pinched and squeezed. I could "see" the indentations on my skin from the rough pulling and teasing. My body writhed on the floor as the heat rose in my pussy.

That's when I noticed through the maze of loose limbs, that hungry tongues and ravenous lips were biting and nipping at my straining labia. There was a dark fog surrounding me but I hear the teeth gnashing and tongues slurping at the sight and scent of my naked snatch. The pinkened folds of my pussy were under attack from shapeless, floating mouths. They were like invisible piranhas swarming at my genitals, hungry and eager to make me cum. I strained to turn away but there was something eerily drawing me to accede to their perverted desires. I couldn't control the actions of my captive body as the beasts ravished me. My legs were spread wide and the soft petals of my cunt lips parted like the morning rose in the first rays of the dawn. I was screaming but no sound came out, but the strangled, yearning moan of a woman seeking release. I squirmed in the warm bath water as the tongues and teeth that only I could see, made a buffet out of my desperate cunt.

As the groaning, aching yawps echoed in my ears alone, and the rhythmic convulsions roiled my loins, I sensed that I was mere seconds away from a seismic climax. My body twitched and the spasms that began in my uterus, soon traveled to my fingertips and toes. My frail form shook with terminal delight and my thighs quivered while my tits danced on my upper torso. I gasped and gulped for air, all feeling drained to my hungry cunt. The intense heat and overwhelming pressure were calling to these mysterious forces, that I was here for their pleasure. Then I felt the intrusion of cocks, gigantic cocks, long thick, demanding cocks, insisting that they enter my trembling cunt. And while I tried to shake the terror of it all, more cocks brushed and bumped against my chin and mouth. My lips tried to remain shut but they were forced apart, in a second, I could feel them in my cheeks and taste them on my tongue.

They slammed into the back of my throat and slid back and forth against my tonsils. They choked me with their ferocity and teased me by pulling most of the way out, only to plow forward to clog my breathing. My hands were jerking them and my tongue slurping them, my tits were being manhandled yet lovingly suckled. Even my ass was experiencing that constricted, hypersensitive emotion of forced entry and appreciative seduction. There was a kinky and illicit idea that my last virginal passage was well-lubed and inviting entry to all who wished it. I couldn't sit still, imagining the thrill of hard penetration and continual plowing of my tight furrow.

I was being spitroasted, with my mouth, cunt and asshole in continuous demand and nothing that I said or did would stop the onslaught. My body twisted and turned, writhing and moaning throughout, as I was fucked, sucked and filled with cum. My randy cunt erupted in a long series of sequenced orgasms that shook me to my core and made me understand that I get-off from being used and abused.

I had come to the conclusion earlier in the evening that I was born to be a vessel for someone else's pleasure. My orgasms are triggered by acting as a slave for others. I want to be ordered to perform. I want to feel debased and to grovel. I need to be a slut for someone, to be roughly handled and force-fucked. Told to get on my knees or to strip, or to bend over and beg for it. I want to be rode hard and put away wet!

This fever-dream of exotic sexual control was the culmination of my meager sex-life to this point, combined with my erotic, perverted desire to be a submissive play-thing for anyone who excites me. I didn't know if it was heaven or hell. There were so many cocks and my one tiny cunt. It was like a John Water's movie and I was the maiden in distress.

When I fully regained my senses, I woke to find that, naturally, it was my own hands that had diddled both my cunt and my ass. I had swirled the palm of my hand over my pouty little clit so often and with such exuberance that the foamy lather from the shave-gel had formed a mountain of scented bubbles in my crotch while the two fingers exploring my sensitive rear passage, were coated up to the webbing with the sudsy solution. My insides had erupted. My silence and slumber had been jarred upright by the volcanic series of orgasms brought-on by my corrupted, crude concept of sexual pleasure. I laid back against the cool tile until the soothing water rinsed my illicit fantasies down the drain.

As I lay in a soaked, shivering heap, I glanced at the little mirror and snatched it into my shaking hand. The reflection in the fogged glass was not to my liking. In my half-sitting, post-masturbatory position, I was not presenting my most glamorous side. Long strands of dark, stringy hair obscured my face like a torn curtain. My saggy tits lay lifeless on my wrinkled belly, my hips featured a few too many folds and my legs had unsightly creases and lumps that didn't appear any sexier, when sparkling pink.

I faced the awful realization that maybe I could only have sex, by being subservient to someone who had no other choices. Maybe my sex-life was going to be hard fucks in dark cars by people I don't know well. Women teased and fucked me because they knew that I couldn't get a man of my own. My male classmates thought I was a lesbian, and all the while, I did very little to dissuade them. Those two guys tonight understood that if fed enough vodka and then commanded to obey, I would suck or fuck in any manner that they wanted. I was one step away from having a bag placed over my head.

Dejectedly and soberly, I climbed out of the tub. When I opened the linen closet and grabbed a towel, a new revelation hit me like a bolt out of the blue. I was strenuously drying and fluffing my long hair, feeling my heavy tits swaying side to side and hearing the smacking sound of wet flesh as they slapped together. As I reached for a brush to smooth my thick locks and stood there completely naked and warm and pink from the shower, I was startled to see my image reflected in a full-length mirror on the inside of the door.

And to my further surprise, it wasn't the person that I was expecting. Standing entirely nude but upright and shoulders back, I had another altogether different impression from the one, so hastily formed and exaggerated in the tub, a minute ago. My hair shimmered under the light and hung freely below my shoulders, if brushed forward it would cover my perky, pink nipples. The hair was thick as a horse's mane, no longer half-shaved in the Gothic, frightening mode of my freshman year. My shoulders were broad, there was no hiding that fact, but they made my waistline appear trimmer. And though I was a flabby, pasty 175 pounds when I enrolled, I was now closer to 135lbs. At 5'9" my weight was proportional and after a couple of years on the team, there was muscle and definition.

My belly was still rounded but it didn't lap over my belt and jiggle like it was made of Jell-O. And my tits were now more than fat bags, they had shape and tone, and the nipples stuck out straight. I had lost weight but reshaped my posture. The flat-chested fatty was now a 34C with a seductive bounce. My legs were not thin by any margin, but I wasn't a small girl. They were strong, with well-defined calves and thighs. And if I were able to slip on the scuffed, dirty heels over my cracked and blistered feet, I would be over six feet tall and my legs would look terrific.

Someday soon, I'll try another gown that pushes my tits forward and is slit to the thigh, to show my shapely gams. I tortured myself in the tub, looking down at my body as I sat crumpled and wet. I was used to ignoring the japes and sarcasm of my peers as they openly stared at my black clothing and make-up, while making fun of my flab and butch manner. I just defended myself by attacking my appearance before they could. That pose in the tub would never be flattering.

Standing tall, with my hair brushed dry and my chest uncovered, I actually smiled in the mirror for the first time that I can remember. I was certainly not voluptuous but I was no longer dumpy, either. I had a pretty smile and a small nose. Bright brown eyes with gold flecks and slight dimples. The sun has ripened my skin and I don't require a lot of heavy make-up. With just some pink on my lips and cheeks, I could look much older if I wished. Those guys were after me, tonight. Me, Kari. Because I was pretty and sexy, and my eyes promised them a good time, if they could only decode my secrets. And I brought pleasure to them because I wanted to! I get turned-on being a submissive partner in an S/M relationship. Even if its with another woman or if its only for a night. This is who I am and who I want to be. I know it now and I understand myself. I'm ready for bed now. I glanced at the mirror one last time as I turned out the light... and smiled.

The End of Pt. 4

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