The Life Of The Party

I was at a party, and I wanted to make sure everyone noticed me.  I have really big tits, 38d, and I didn't wear a bra.  I was dancing, making sure they bounced, rubbing them up and down on guys, grinding with other men.  It was a small graduating party, so there weren't a lot of people there, but every one of them noticed me.  I got a little drunk and was kissing any guys who looked at me.  Pretty soon, I was dancing naked on a table.  When I got down, I was grabbed by a guy.  We kissed and he felt me up, rubbing his hands all over me.  I pulled out his cock and sucked it.  Pretty soon there were cocks all around me, and I was sucking one and going to the next.  Pretty soon I was fucking one guy and going on to the next.  I had sex with 8 guys that night.  I didn't know any of them, but I sure as hell know them now.

Lunch and Protein by leathergirl1961

Tony was the guy who gave me the name leathergirl.  We met at a swingers party where my husband literally forced me to go with Tony.  I was wearing a black leather skirt and jacket and he made me keep them on while he fucked me in every hole.

We started to see each other away from the swinging scene and he insisted that I wore leather everytime we met.  Then he started to show up at my workplace.  He threatened to tell my boss and the other girls I work with what I was getting up to at weekends.  To keep him quite he would take me to an underground carpark nearly every lunchtime and make me give him head.  He said I was getting something to eat and plenty of protein for lunch.

I must admit that I really enjoy sucking a guys cock but this was nearly every day for almost a year.

It came to an end one day when he set me up.  He took me to our usual parking space and soon had his cock in my mouth.  He was pulling my hair up and down and calling me his cocksucking slut when he pulled my head up and forced me to suck another cock that was being pushed through the open window of the car.  They were both calling me a slut as I was trying to pull away from this strangers cock.  His cum shot over my face and hair and Tony forced my head down on to his cock.  He came in my mouth and then wiped his wet cock over my face.  They were both laughing at me as Tony made me get out of his car.  I had to walk back to the shopping centre where I worked with my makeup a mess and cum in my hair untill I got to the ladies toilet.  I felt so slutty and embarassed.

Tony never took me for lunch after that but the funny thing is, if he had asked me to suck his friends cock I probably would have and I would have enjoyed it.

Silke at a party

So, I went to a really really small high school. And everyone knew who everyone was who'd had sex. For the guys it was a badge of honor. For the girls it was either nothing (if they were in a relationship) or could be a badge of shame if the girl wasn't in a relationship or if the relationship didn't work out and the boyfriend decided to denounce her as freak, slut, whore, or prude. But basically, once you had sex--as a girl--you were on shaky ground. I'd learned enough from witnessing firsthand not to mention afterschool specials where girls who slept with a lot of guys for fun (a) were deemed to have "self esteem issues" and might result in the creepy school counselor crawling up your ass inquiring after your home life, or (b) could end up branded a slut and would carry that with you for the rest of their HS days. I actually still remember the names of girls who were rumored to give blowjobs to seniors or have group sex with the lacrosse team (whether or not it's true). The knowledge that you'd had sex, and what you were like in bed, was a sort of social capital. I saw a girl in school who held her most popular crown from 7th to 12th grade take a massive hit when a guy she'd slept with scrawled: "Jen Pratt Just LIES THERE!!!" on a study carrel in the library--which EVERYBODY saw. And another time a popular girl who was actually nice showed up on the wall behind the school where people smoked: "Lisa Benjamin LOVES SEX!!!" Even pimply misfits could now laugh at the snobbish Jen Pratt and the hitherto almost angelic Lisa Benjamin (fake names). Which of course is horrendously unfair---both Jen and Lisa had their social careers compromised because were punished by the masses for not getting into sex enough or apparently too much. I once was called a CT (that too was carved into a study carrel). But cocktease is so much less damaging than the others. CT is reversible; it's something that can be cured. It establishes you ARE sexual (so not a "prude" which is also a scornable offense) but also not a slut (like when the girl Louise Doomey -- pronounced "Do me" another fake name but along these lines -- came back to a party after having "taken a walk" with a borderline nerd, and grass stains were all over her white pants and back). So, I did not want the social liability of being called a slut. I didn't have a steady boyfriend after sophomore year, and that was the only socially way to safely have sex. Sex was very intriguing to me, but I knew once I went to college it would be a whole nother deal and I could have as much sex as I wanted because everyone in college was cool and mature...So i would fool around with guys but never have sex. But I also knew that virgins in college were deemed to be undesirable. That there was something wrong with being a virgin in college. So I had to lose my virginity before college....but not so as to attract attention in high school. My friend Sam didn't have a girlfriend and he wanted to have sex. We would fool around sometimes and it was pretty fun and freaky. The summer before college I had just turned 18 and I thought something had to be done about this virginity thing. And now I was out of high school and din't give a shit what anyone would carve into study carrels. So, Sam and I decided we would lose our virginity to each other. We also both had wanted to try a particular recreational drug so decided we'd do both the same night. We went to a party at a friend of his house, and they were wealthy so we had basically an entire wing to ourselves to do our deeds. We took the drugs, hung out, fooled around, and then around 4am we were like: ok, let's do this. We fucked, I bled a little, I decided while it was going on I liked fooling around better than this, and it felt different than I imagined, but it was pretty cool. I liked how into it Sam was---that was really really cool. To see how completely lost he was. That was new and I knew I just discovered something really important about sex. Both as we were screwing, and then when he came, and afterward. I was fine, like "that was pretty cool" but he was in total surrender mode. I liked that and felt very tender toward him. I remembered from movies you take a shower after sex so we got up and took a shower together, and he was very grateful fir what had just happened, and I was like WOW, I just took that drug AND I fucked someone! and that's what I wrote in my journal that night. I was so vastly relieved at having gotten the roadblock to my adulthood out of the way. And I knew everyone said it gets better. And it did -- lawdy laws did it ever. And I was pretty much Sexy Silke in college. What I didn't realize until years later was that even tho people didn't carve anyone's name into study carrels or spray paint shit on smoking walls...it wasn't much different. But thankfully I wasn't aware of that them, and had me a WONDERFUL time. Because, basically, when you're an 18-year-old girl, you can sleep with **anyone** you want. It's like being a rock star. You can look around the party, and say: him! I've never slept with someone who looks like that before--wonder what he's like in bed? I think I'll talk to him and see if he's also smart, funny, and someone I actually like -- and if so, I'll sleep with him! And then someone else, as the fancy struck. I LOVED the variety and autonomy and basically going shopping for guys at night and deciding who I wanted to sleep with. And I have never ever regretted it. Each one of those guys I liked and I remember and I value what we had together.