Dear M,
Watch out for the crazy ones. They are so much fun, but also can take a toll of their own. Mark was in love with me for years and I found myself bored with an ache between my legs that needed attention. He was in shock the first time we met up at the park and I took his hand in mine. We were still very naive and learning, but the slide proved a nice angle when his cock first slid into my welcoming cunt. I was wearing a green sundress that kissed my hips as it wrapped over my figure. Mark just pulled my panties as he kept me from sliding down the slide backwards and head first. Mark was thick and stretched my hole in ways that were really new to me. I loved the lines that we pushed together. The park was empty, but just knowing that at any time a mom could show up with her toddlers in tow stirred something in me. I wanted him to take me and ravage my body from the top of the slide. Mark started slowly as he squeezed his fat cock into my tight hole. He was about eight inches long, but I need both hands to wrap my fingers completely around its girth. His fiery red pubes seemed to add to the picture that made my slit drip and my thighs sticky. The first time at the park was enough of a taste that I wanted to know everything his cock was capable of.
Mark was the first cock that I genuinely loved to suck. My mouth felt so full as I slowly stuffed as much down my throat as I could. My spit would drip down his cock and soak his balls as I gagged and tried to take more. My tongue would twist around the tip then along the veins and lines in his skin down to his ball sack where I’d try to fit both his balls in my mouth as the hair around the base of his cock started to become matted and covered in slobber. I loved listening to his reactions, and I took note of what he liked. I wanted to learn how his body responded so that I could bend it to my will. Feeling it grow in my mouth until it no longer fit was heaven, and I would sometimes let it get soft just so that I could feel it grow again. The skin of his cock was silky smooth and I loved the way it felt in my hand and in my mouth. He would allow me to just worship his cock until he got close to cumming. I could feel his cock start to tense up and then his hands would find the back of my head as he began to fuck my face and shoot his creamy hot cum straight down my throat. As he came, I had no control. I used my face as a hole to dump his cum in. What didn’t shoot down my throat would drip down my chin as it mixed with my spit. I was always a mess when I was finally able to lift my head. My curly hair was a tangled mess and what makeup was left was running down my cheeks. Mark was always willing to show me a good time, and he would go all out for “special occasions.”
My favorite special occasion was when we decided to relive the perfect 80s movie Homecoming Dance. Mark was wearing his usual black dickies but exchanged his thrasher t-shirt for a button up, suspenders, and a bow tie. I had thrifted the perfect 80s dress ever. It was perfectly hot pink with big ruffles over one shoulder and cascading around the short skirt. We hit the McDonald’s drive thru for dinner and then ate in the school parking lot until we met up with our friends. The dance was fun, but the main event was when we snuck out to the parking lot in the middle of the dance. We got about halfway there when Mark pulled me in for a kiss and lifted me from the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist and I clung to him as he kissed my neck. We got to his car, and he set me on the hood while we continued to kiss. His hands slowly slide up my bare thighs and gripped my hips tight before he grabbed the sides of my lace panties. He pulled at them, tearing them a little as they attempted to peel from my round ass. When they gave way, I fell back on his hood and he flung them to the middle of the sidewalk, making sure they would be seen when the dance was let out. With a sly grin, Mark scooped me off the hood and carried me to the back seat. I lied across his backseat as the ruffles and frills from my dress was thrown over my face, and I felt his tongue bury into my glistening cunt. My back arched as he worked his tongue, taking me to the edge before backing off. When I could not hold back any more, I begged for him to give me his cock. He teased me a little more by stuffing his fingers in and nearly making me coat his hand in my cum. When he sat up, I flipped over like a fish and immediately worked to get his cock out. His pants were splayed open with his thick, pale cock fully erect in no time. I gripped it at the base and swallowed it whole, working to ensure his cock was covered in my slobber before I straddled him. I began rocking my hips, feeling his veins bulge the more my tight cunt squeezed. His lips moved across the nape of my neck sending chills over my body. My head fell backwards as I felt myself getting close and Mark pushed me back so I fell over the center console and between the two front seats. He stood to gain leverage even though he was too tall and ended up bent over me, and began thrusting his cock hard and firm as I exploded, coating it in white cream. Mark was relentless and picked up speed as I laid there with my thighs shaking. His load pumped deep in my pussy and added its squishing to the chorus of my moans. I lied there awkwardly for a moment after he finished and attempted to clean himself up. I broke the silence, “Let’s go back in!!” Mark laughed and climbed out of his back seat, finishing fixing his pants. “There is no hiding the mess on my pants.” He argued with a questioning look on his face. “I don’t care.” I said as I climbed out and grabbed his hand to pull him back towards the gymnasium. He pulled me back for a kiss and I felt my pussy lips pulse as his cum began sliding down my legs. “Fine, but your panties stay where they are.” I smiled big with no plan to put them back on to begin with. I danced the rest of the night away pantiless with his cum drying on my legs, and that is how he dropped me off at home that night… although he made sure I had a fresh load.
Mark and I were fiery, but we didn’t last long. The problem with crazy is that as crazy as the sex was for my naive brain to comprehend thats how crazy it was to make a relationship work, and that is where my slut story really began.
XOXO,
L
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