I don't know the day I realized I owned a pussy. But in junior high fir sure. I felt grown up and couldn't wait for sex to happen. Just my luck it didn't happen until I was a junior, at an after Prom party. It wasn't one guy, it was a gang bang. I felt used after that, nothing close to my illusions.
I went away to college. A freshman my roommate and I met these grad students. My 'guy' had his way with me, it was all over the place, from my bed next to my roommate, to leaning over the sink in the kitchen. By the time the sun came up I had been taken in the butt and had sucked him down and gagged on it. I went from freshman to girlfriend. He didn't care that I had been gang banged, what mattered was being a perfect girlfriend.
My roommate was jealous of me, her 'guy' that night wouldn't have sex with her because she smoked. My now boyfriend told me kissing a smoker was like licking an ashtray. I got the message and never smoked.
My life as his girlfriend was pretty much being married. I loved, yes loved, being his girlfriend, it was the best part of going to college. He was crazy about me, and he made sure he now owned my pussy.
In every sense my pussy was the center of attraction. Everything else was icing on the cake for him.
