Angry [f]ucking [m]y ex in the park next to her house

[Intro] I dated a girl through most of high school and the first year of college [2012]. Lets call her Millie. We were crazy about each other and had a very active sex life. While we remained friends after we broke up, we found it hard to stop having sex with each other. The last time we saw each other was in 2016. We were both in town for winter break and both single[ish] so we fucked and sexted incessantly. I’m afraid that I ruined our relationship/friendship this time around, or her new boyfriend is [understandably] concerned about our getting together, because she politely blows me off whenever I try to get a coffee with her when we both come home for breaks from grad school. Maybe that rejection is what is fueling my need to put my sexy memories of her into words? Anyway, onto the smut.

[Millie description] Millie was [is] 5′ 5″ and probably 115 lbs. Natural blonde hair, honest brown eyes, cute mid-western smile. Her breasts were small and perky, with pink nipples that seemed to be perma-hard. Her stomach was flat, accentuated by a belly-button ring. Her hips and ass were big for how skinny she was, but they weren’t fat. That butt swallowed a thong beautifully. The sexiest thing, for me, was that she kept her tight pussy completely unshaven. She wasn’t a hippie or anything, she shaved everything else, but she just liked the look of a triangular patch of hair between her legs. I did too.

[sexy stuff] The night I am talking about happened in 2013. We were both about to leave for semesters abroad. I had a night out planned with college friends and a few high-school friends, which was possible because I went to college in my hometown. She texts me that day and asks if she can come out with my friends and get a ride home. I had my concerns, but I said yes.

As soon as I arrive at my buddy’s house party he starts giving me a tour. Millie gets dropped off shortly thereafter and she meets us upstairs. I can tell she’s had a bit of a pre-game already. She makes up some excuse for the two of us to go into one of the bedrooms without our friends, all of whom are standing right outside. As soon as she closes the door, with no words, she starts furiously making out with me. I’m taken off guard, but I can’t say no to Millie, so I push her onto the bed and pry off her tight jeans.

We quickly have that frustrating realization that neither of us had a condom. I make it clear that I will happily forgo the protection, but Millie, despite her tipsy-ness, is adamant. She still pulls my hand between her legs. My middle and ring finger waste no time penetrating her tight and (already) wet folds. The sight of Millie with her pants at her knees, spreading her legs, with either her own or my fingers deep in her hairy pussy is something I saw often and replay often now. I make her cum twice, one of the times she gushes, and she’s loud enough both times for our friends to hear. I was concerned, but Millie didn’t care. Then, she pulls up her pants and walks the fuck out, no reciprocation. Frustrating.

Now, we are downstairs at the party. We go our separate ways, her hair askew, my fingers smelling of sex. I lose sight of her for a while. The next time I see her, she is furiously making out with some guy who graduated from our high-school, a massive tool at that. When she sees me, she breaks the kiss, winks at me, and goes right back to sucking his face. This was highly frustrating, and arousing, so I made sure to awkwardly ask everyone I knew for a condom until I found one.

Before long, this cuckhold-like feeling was becoming too much to handle, so I somehow communicate to her that if she wants a ride shes gotta come now. To my surprise, she happily leaves this Brad and walks out to the car with me. As soon as we reach the car, we are making out like crazy, my fingers are under her jeans, her hand is rubbing my dick. Her soft pussy hair is so damp, I wonder if she hadn’t gone into the same room with the guy she was with. It made me hard as a rock but red in the face to consider the possibility that she would bend over or him and let him bury his face, and then his cock, in that perfect pussy, and then come back to let me have seconds.

Anyways, we don’t fuck in the car. Mine was in the shop, so I was driving a tiny and rickety loaner car from the mechanic. Millie insists on us getting food. I warn her that, since it isn’t my car, she has to eat it really carefully. She drunkenly agrees.

By the time we get to her house I suddenly realize that she did a terrible job eating and got it all over the floor by her feet. I basically say “what the fuck?!” and she looks up at me with fuck-me eyes and a smirk and just says “oops.”

At this point I’m frustrated, enraged, and horny as fuck. Her house was near the end of a cult-e-sac. The end of it was a big public park with lots of trees. I drive past her house and park at the end of the street. She knows what this means. I basically drag her out of the car and we start walking into the park. She tries to kiss on the small romantic bridge that leads to the entrance, but I am on a mission and it’s too late for romance. I know that this rejection turns her on even more, and my aggressive behavior is definitely triggering her rape fetish that she’d always whisper to me about.

I say nothing, and walk her at least five minutes past the playground out into the big lawn of the park with some sparse trees. I literally couldn’t wait to find a place that was even remotely discreet, so I tell her to get on the ground. She listens. I rip her pants down, she instinctively arches up her ass so I can get her tight jeans over her hips. I only take one leg out of those jeans. I briefly look at my sexy drunk ex-gf, sprawled out in the moonlight, shirt still on, legs wide, her soaked bush glistening. I need her, and she deserves this. I pull down my pants and skip the condom. I waste no time, within seconds my dick is bottoming out in her tight pussy. I can feel my balls slap against her ass every time i thrust. She loves it. She’s clawing at her own tits through her shirt, I’m holding her hip down hard with one hand and covering her mouth with the other so she can’t moan or scream too loud. Hearing her “omigod, omigod, omigod” muffled into the palm of my hand encourages me to thrust harder. I was fucking her rough enough for the sound of our bodies slapping together to literally echo in this park. Millie is creaming all over my cock, cumming at least 3 times. I don’t let her recover, I just keep on fucking my slutty ex until I get close.

Before I cum, I do something I had never done before. I take my hand off her mouth, put it on the front of her neck, and start to squeeze. She looks shocked, but she thrusts her hips up to meet mine. Any time I’ve choked a girl during sex after this, it’s because I know she likes it and not out of any anger on my part. This time though, I choke her because she’s a slut who has pissed me off. And she keeps cumming because she knows she’s a slut and has always wanted to be treated like one. Right as she comes down from hers, I explode. I cum deep inside of her pussy, and her face lights up when she feels it. Then, I slide out and lay next to her. We just lay there for a minute, replaying what just happened.

It was sheer animal stuff. She tells me years later that that night triggered a choking fetish for her and she’d get herself off to it often. More on what Millie would get herself off to later…

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