Pat's Story

Not that it matters mcuh, but what follows is entirely true. I am sending this through the email of a friend of mine. If you enjoy it, let send a message back. There is much more. I wrote this down from my diary notes. Pat (last name withheld)
I am a slut. There are no two ways about it. I must be. I like to fuck so much. I like to get fucked. I like to suck cocks. I will fuck in about anyway you can think of. I just like the feel of a cock in me. I will take it in the ass, I will fuck standing up. I fuck like a slut, I suck like a slut, I am just a slut. It doesn't bother me. Some people like to do different things. I just like to fuck. I was given a body that should be fucked. It was made to be fucked and fucked often. I know. I have a good figure, slim with nice sleek full tits and a great ass. I know it. For one thing, I have been told this many times. For another, I look at myself and know that I have great tits and ass. Altogether it is a body made to be fucked. I've got blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes. My mouth is not wide, but it is not small either. It is big enough to take most cocks in my mouth.

Do I like to suck cocks? Yes, for the main reason is that is drives guys crazy and makes their cocks hard as hell. Then they can fuck me with that raging cock. I will blow them till they come, and I swallow it all too (why interrupt the most important part for the guy?) but I would rather get the cock all worked up and then have it fuck me.
Let me tell you something about cocks. They come in all sizes and shapes for that matter. Size of a cock is not near as important as how its used. One thing I've noticed is that smaller cocks when soft get much bigger proportionately when they're hard than cocks that are big when they're soft. Most guys dicks are about 5 to 7 inches long when they're hard. Some big guys will have dicks bigger than this. Some big guys have fatter cocks, but they're not as long. A big cock takes longer to fit in my cunt. If a guy has a big cock and wants to ram it in right away, it hurts. If he takes it easy, its okay. Once the cock is in, it seems like my cunt accepts it and it feels great anyway. One thing for sure, big cocks are no good for ass fucking. The asshole does not stretch like a cunt does.
While we're on the subject, ass fucking can be great. It depends on the guy and the mood I'm in. Some of the best orgasms I've had have been when a certain cock was reaming me in the ass. The key to ass fucking is to have your ass greased up and have the cock greased up too. A good ass fucking will have you so loose that you about let shit slide out. I have done that a little. Being fucked in the ass makes you feel different. It really can make you feel like a fuck slave of a slut. There's an indescribable feeling when you orgasm with an ass fuck. It's about like being constipated and finally getting the load out. There is such a feeling of relief and pleasure all rolled into one. It also really makes me feel dominated, which I don't mind from time to time. I know that when I blow some guy, I am totally dominating him. If you don't think so, how many guys won't beg you to blow them to orgasm if you ask them to beg? I don't mind feeling dominated. As I said, I like to fuck and am a slut. Besides that, sex is a give and take deal. If both sides don't give and if both sides don't take, it's no good.
How did I get started as being such a fuck loving slut? It started when I was seventeen years old. I wasn't one of those girls who lost their virginity at the age of 14 or so. I was seventeen, almost eighteen before I was fucked for the first time. I had had guys play with my tits before that, but nobody had got to my cunt until....
I met a guy who was 2 years older than I was through my older sister. (She's 7 years older than I am) He was a college student. My sister worked at the same place he did during the summer. She set us up. She told me he was really good looking and was a really nice guy, plus he drove a neat car! I went in to where she worked one time to see him. She was right that he was good looking! I thought he was dynamite looking! Apparently he liked me, too. When we finally went out for the first time, I found out he was really nice, too. He didn't try to put the make on me. He didn't even try to kiss me on the first date. We dated more and more, and I saw more and more of him. I fell in love with him. I would dream of him doing things to me that I heard people talk about. We started necking and petting more and more, until finally one night, he was dry humping me through our clothes and we both came. It was the first orgasm of my life. I loved it! I couldn't imagine that some women never experience it. I wanted more of it. Soon after that, I told him that I wanted him to fuck me for real. I wasn't afraid, he always treated me nice. He was as excited as I was about this and agreed. We fucked for the first time on my prom night in his car. Since we were both slim and athletic, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. As soon as his cock went inside of me, I knew that this is what I had been waiting for.
This guy, whose name was Tom, was slim and muscular. His cock was hard as a rock. He was also smart. He found out about birth control and got us doing the right things. He wore a rubber that first night and we always practiced some form of birth control.
We went out and parked after the prom. He had bought some liquor and we both drank some. We kissed and did some heavy petting until we were both ready. When he first entered me, I felt a little discomfort, but no big or sharp pain like you hear about. And that discomfort only lasted for a few seconds. Soon it felt so good. I knew that this was what I had been waiting for. Tom was gentle. He entered me slowly and fucked slowly so it wouldn't hurt me. To tell the truth, I can't remember if it was a good orgasm or not. But I know that his cock felt great. Just a side line on Tom's cock. He had one of the best cocks I've ever felt. His cock was long and it got very hard. He used it well, too. I'll tell you more about his cock compared to others later.
After that we fucked regularly. During the right times of the month, we fucked without anything. During other times, we fucked using rubbers or contraceptive foam or whatever we had. He was great. Everything was okay until my parents started to suspect that he was fucking me. They always liked him because they knew he didn't even kiss me at first. They knew he was a nice guy. But when we kept dating, they began to suspect that we were fucking. They wanted me to break up or make a commitment from him. My older sister had gotten married because she was pregnant, and they didn't want that. I didn't either. But what my parents didn't know was that Tom, who was really very smart, knew all about birth control (he had got books at the library and read them). I didn't know as much as Tom did, but then I was okay. I didn't want to get knocked up and have to get married, but then again, I loved Tom and would loved to marry him anyway, even though I was only eighteen. Tom wanted to finish college before he got married, and he still had almost two years to go. Anyway, my parents started hounding me to break up with him, if he wasn't interested in getting married. It finally got so bad that I moved out from home. Besides, my mom was really a mean bitch and sometimes made life not too pleasant for me. It's a sad thing to have to say that about your mother, but mine really was a mean sadistic bitch at times. Anyway, I had gotten a good job out of high school (I was very lucky) at an electronics manufacturing place. It paid much better than about anything I knew of, especially for a girl. But anyway, I moved into a small rental house. It was actually a small duplex. If I have time, I'll tell you about my neighbors some time. I could hear them fucking a lot. They weren't married. She worked somewhere and he was a drug dealer. He tried to put the moves on me sometimes, but I wasn't interested. I loved Tom, and besides, this guy was a creep. Anyway, it was after I moved into my own place that the really serious fucking with Tom began. He was 20 and I was 18 at the time. We were both young and virile. Tom would drive over from college and spend the night. We would fuck 5 times in a night sometimes. I can remember that we would go to bed and fuck right away. As soon as he was hard again, which just a few minutes, we would fuck again. Then we would lay naked next to each other, playing with each other's bodies, him playing with my cunt, tits, and ass, and me playing with his cock, chest, and ass, until he got hard again. That would take about a half hour or so. Then we would fuck again. Then we would go to sleep in each other's arms. I would often wake up in the middle of the night and play with his cock until I got it hard again, and then he'd fuck me again. Then we'd fuck one more time in the morning before he left to drive back to school. We never got much sleep when he came over, because we were too busy fucking. But it was okay, since the next night I would be alone and I could sleep as much as I wanted to. He would come over and spend the night at least once a week, sometimes twice, and then I would see him on weekends. He would stop to see me as soon as he got in town on Friday and we'd fuck then. Then he would go home and see his parents. He would come back and get me and we'd go out and then we'd fuck when we got home. Saturdays would be similar, except that we almost always partied on Saturday nights. Sometimes we fucked when we were pretty drunk, and at least one time, I had to ask him Sunday if he had fucked me the night before or not. I couldn't remember.
It was a great time. If it sounds like we fucked a lot, we did. We fucked like rats. He could get hard again so quickly and he was so good in bed. I said he was gentle. He was. But he could also fuck me hard and furiously. I loved it. We fucked in every position you can imagine. Missionary, standing up, me on top, doggy style, him standing up holding me with my legs crossed around his waist (one of my favorites). You name it. We would find a new position and fuck that way just for the feeling of it. After I had been in my house about 2 months, we discovered oral sex and anal sex.
Tom always had offered to eat my pussy, but I wasn't sure if I wanted him to. I had licked his cock for him some, but never actually took the whole thing in my mouth or had ever made him come that way. One Saturday on a beautiful spring day, we drove to a big city near the mountains. He took me to eat in a restaurant, we raced his car against local guys, we went to the mountains, we drank some beer. I had a great time. My parents had never done this sort of thing. One the way home, I decided I would blow him. I had never done it before. I had licked his cock some for him, but never had I actually blown him. We were driving home on the interstate and it was dark. We had bought some beer and each had a few, so we were feeling just a little loose anyway. We were sitting really close in his car and I started stroking his cock through his pants. Soon it was real hard. This turned me on. I unbuttoned his pants and let his cock out to give it some room. I put my head down and started sucking his cock. Almost immediately, Tom slowed the car down. We weren't even driving the speed limit. I kept sucking and moving up and down on his cock (two women at work had described the technique for me. They also told me that that is how you reward your man-give him a good blowjob) I could sense that Tom was about to come. He said he was, I suppose to warn me, but I kept right on sucking him. He came and blew a hell of a load in my mouth-shot some of his come straight down my throat. I swallowed as best I could and kept sucking until he had quit coming. Then I sat up in the car. I can remember saying, "That wasn't too bad", and taking a swallow of my beer. Tom told me that it had been terrific. He told me that it had been so intense that he almost passed out. He also told me that while I was doing this, a highway patrol car had passed us. Good thing he was driving about 10 miles under the speed limit!
We drove on back to our home town. When we got back to my house, Tom and I started kissing right away. Soon we were naked and Tom laid me down on the bed and started to eat my pussy, because he said, "I want you to feel what I did". He kissed my cunt lips, kissing and sucking on them. Then finally he spread my pussy lips and stuck his tongue up in my cunt and tongued my clit. It drove me crazy. I came almost continuously, till I begged him to stop and to fuck me. He got on top and entered me. We had some of the wildest fucking that night we ever had. And we both came to love oral sex that day.
One weekend I was off from work, I went over to where Tom went to college and spend it with him. We had anal sex for the first time then. Tom still lived in a dorm at that time, but he had no roommate. He lived in a pretty liberal dorm, where nobody seemed to care who was there or if they spent the night. During one of our fuck fests, Tom put Vaseline on his finger, greased up my asshole, worked his finger in and out until I was loosened up, and fucked me in the ass for the first time. He, as usual, took it easy when he needed to. (He also would fuck like crazy when he shouldn't take it easy) He entered me slowly and eased himself in. As soon as he was buried to my butt, he reached his hand around and started to finger my cunt. Then he started to fuck slow and easy. He gradually increased the speed. This was too much for me. I had one of the deepest orgasms I had ever had. He liked it, too. He told me my ass was so nice and tight! So we added ass fucking to our sexual library. We didn't do it all the time, because I really needed to be in the mood to do it. Sometimes Tom would put me in the mood by just easing his finger in. If it felt good, I would tell him to continue. If I didn't feel like it, I would tell him and he would stop.
By this time you must have figured that Tom and I fucked a lot. We did. I wasn't exaggerating when I said that we would fuck five or more times in a night. Some of these would be one continuous fucking session. Tom would sometimes not come and fuck me in several different positions before he came, bringing me to orgasm in each position. Then we might move to something else. We were both young and energetic and we fucked like rats. It was terrific. I liked to fuck. I loved the guy I was fucking, and he treated me right. Sometimes he fucked me hard, sometimes easy, but he was always considerate of my feelings. He always made sure I came, generally multiple times. I've fucked a lot of guys since Tom, but I would take him back as the only one I would ever fuck again if I had the chance to get him back.
I bought a see-through short red baby doll nightie. Sometimes when I knew Tom was going to stop and see me, I would put it on and meet him at the door wearing that. I loved to do that before he was supposed to drive back to college. He never made it once without fucking me, sometimes right inside the doorway.
We measures each other's "vital statistics" just for fun. I was 35-23-35 (C cup, thank you), and Tom's cock was about 7-3/4 inches long. Sometimes his cock wasn't quite as long, especially if we had just fucked. I'm sure my tits were bigger and smaller during different times of the month, too. One thing about my time of the month, it never stopped us from fucking. When you're using condoms during bad times of the month, you welcome every chance to fuck without one. So we fucked like rats even when I had my period.
I bought a waterbed and Tom put it together for me. Then we celebrated by fucking on it. I've heard about how great fucking is on a waterbed, but to me, it was no better than a regular bed. We took baths together, and fucked in the bathtub. He set me on the kitchen counter and fucked me there. Our relationship wasn't based on sex, but sex was certainly a major part of our relationship. I loved it all. I just wanted to have him more.
After I had been moved out of my parents for about six months, I began to get more lonely. I wanted Tom there more of the time. I wanted to move to where he went to school and move in with him or get married. I didn't think his family would go for the living together bit, so I started talking to him about getting married. Tom said he needed to finish school first. He said he would try to spend more time with me so I didn't feel lonely. But we were already spending most of the time he was home together. We never came to an agreement about it. About this time, my mom, who is really a mean old bitch, started having people do things to try to scare me. She would people come over and knock on my door during the middle of the night. I began to get scared. Once I called Tom in the middle of the night to come over and stay with me. I just told him I was scared. I never did tell him all the things that happened, which was probably wrong. About this same time, the couple living in the duplex next to me started to have problems, and Mike was always trying to put the make on me. He would get screwed up on drugs and then come over and knock on my door and say he wanted to go to bed with me. I never told Tom about that, either. I didn't want him to get jealous, and I didn't want Mike and Tom to get in a fight. I figured Tom could take Mike, but Mike was mean enough that he might have a gun or a knife.
I was 19, almost 20 now. I started to push Tom harder to get married. He said he wanted to finish school. He had a year left by this time. I didn't want to spend another year living by myself. I didn't know what would happen.
Then it happened. A neighbor guy who was four years older than me came home from the Navy. I hadn't seen him since I was 14. I was home alone one night when there was a knock on my door. When I looked through the window, there was Donnie. I opened the door. He grabbed me and gave me a great big kiss! Tongue and all! He told me how terrific I looked. I imagine I had filled out some since he had seen me almost five years earlier. He came in and we started talking. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. We have played together some when we were kids, but never had dated or anything, since he was older. We talked for quite a while. He seemed so worldly. He had been several different places while in the Navy. I guess he kinda wowed me. He asked to see me the next night. I said he could. When he went to leave, he gave me a big kiss again, longer this time with plenty of tongue. He tried to put his hands on my tits, but I pushed his hand away. He left and I went to bed. I lay awake a long time thinking about him.
The next night he came over to my house. We started talking about what we did when we were kids. He said he remembered that I wanted to live in a white house with a porch. I was amazed that he remember that. After a while, he pulled out a ring and said he wanted to marry me. I guess I was foolish, but visions of no more scared or lonely nights ran through me. I got excited when I saw the ring and I said yes. I asked him when, and he said that he wanted to do it as soon as possible, since he had to go back to the Navy in two weeks. We agreed as soon as we could tell the parents, we would get married. Then he started to kiss me. He started to touch my breasts and I didn't stop him. He started to unbutton my pants and I told him to stop. I didn't think this was right to fuck him without telling Tom. I had told him I had been seeing a guy. I told him that I wanted to break up with this guy. Donnie didn't want to wait. He wanted to fuck me right then, but I refused. He acted a bit ugly about this-I should have been warned, but he passed it off that he had been on a ship for too long and I let it go at that. He left that night and I called Tom and told me. Tom was stunned. He told me I was crazy, but I didn't listen. I told Tom I couldn't see him anymore. We argued a while and then we hung up. Tom drove right over and came to see me. We talked a long time, but I told him my mind was made up. He told me that I must never have loved him or I would not do this. That hurt me. I had loved Tom, I moved out of home for him. I loved Donnie, didn't I? Donnie knew my family real well. My parents weren't pissed off at him for stealing their daughter. There was no religion problem (Tom' family was religious-mine was not) I started crying, though. I think I was really bothered. I thought about going to bed with Tom for one last time, but I decided I shouldn't since I was now engaged to marry Donnie. Tom left and I didn't see him until after Donnie left. More on that later.
The next few days were a whirlwind. I had to get ready for the wedding. Donnie tried to take my pants off again, but I refused. I told him that I was no angel, but that I wanted to wait until we were married, to pretend I was a virgin. He told me he had been no angel either, but that we were almost married, so we ought to go ahead and fuck. I refused again. He reluctantly backed off.
We got married by a JP the following week. We had a beer party after the wedding, with mostly family and Donnie's friends. I realized I didn't know many of them. Some of them got drunk and made crude remarks about what Donnie was going to do to me that night. By the time Donnie and I left the party, Donnie was pretty drunk. We went to a nearby hotel for our "honeymoon night". Donnie came after me as soon as we got inside our room. His foreplay was almost non-existent. When we got naked on the bed, he entered me almost right away. He was drunk enough that his cock wasn't as hard as Tom's had generally been. He started to fuck me and came almost right away. Then while I was urging him to continue, he rolled off me and passed out. So much for my honeymoon night! I thought it was only because he was drunk, and figured it would be better next time. It wasn't, and it didn't.
The next time was almost the same, except that he was sober. His foreplay was almost non-existent. And it continued like that. He would fuck me and come quickly and then leave me unsatisfied. Even if I came, I was lucky to come once. There was none of the almost continual fucking and continual orgasm like there had been with Tom. I learned later that Donnie had started fucking by fucking whores overseas. They were just interested in him getting his rocks off so they could move on to someone else. He had done this enough that he thought this was the way sex was supposed to be. One time I complained about him coming so quickly and then stopping. He got mad and asked what I knew about it. I just told me that I wanted to be satisfied, too. I told him I had read magazines and knew that there was something more. He asked me then if I had ever fucked Tom. I figured lying was any good, but I didn't want him to know the whole truth. I told him that Tom and I had fucked a few times, but mostly when I was drunk. Donnie then asked me I had ever blown Tom. This time I lied. I told him no. Donnie then told me that if I wanted better sex I had better learn how to give blow jobs. With that he told me to come over and he would show me how. He pulled his pants down and stuck his dick in my mouth. I pretended not to know anything about it. He coached me through it and then he blew his come in my mouth. I pretended to gag-I didn't have to pretend too much. He had pissed me off in his whole attitude and the way he treated me. When he was through, I told him I wanted him to go inside of me. He just laughed and said it would have to be later.
I did learn that if he fucked me, and I waited just the right time, I could suck on him until he got hard and then if I quit sucking on him and he fucked me, he would last long enough before he came to make me come. It was a shitty deal, but it was the best I could deal with.
Then our few weeks were up and he went back to the Navy. He would be gone for almost a year. We had been living in my house, but I was to give it up and move in with his parents. They had a part of their house that was made into an apartment. So I moved in. It wasn't long before I was really lonely again. I had given up a neat guy for someone who wasn't shit in bed or out. I would lay in bed at night and think about Tom. I started thinking about Tom fucking me. I would lay there and think about it and I started to finger myself. Soon I was masturbating all the time at night. I bought myself a vibrator and got myself off with that. It wasn't the same as Tom's hard cock. There also was no hard lean body to hold onto. I knew I had fucked up. I missed Tom. I really had fucked up.
Donnie had been gone about two months when I saw a girl I knew from high school. She and I were never great friends but she was a nice girl. She told me that her brother was also in the service and that he had seen Donnie with his hands all over some nearly naked whore in a bar overseas. She wasn't being nasty, just letting me know. I then remembered what one of Donnie's friends had said something about that Donnie would have to end all his times with the wild women overseas. Apparently Donnie wasn't leaving the wild women alone. Anyway this girl said her brother said Donnie was half drunk and had his hands all over this girl, who obviously was prostitute. He didn't know if Donnie fucked her or not, but that's what you do with a whore. From talking to Donnie's friends at the wedding, I found out that Donnie always used whores when he was in a port. I figured he was probably going to do it again. I thought that two could play this same game.
I knew college would start soon. I wanted to see Tom again. I went in to try to see him where he worked, but I never could catch him. Finally one night I ran into him at a local place where young people went to have coffee. For some reason he was alone. I asked him if I could have some coffee with him. He hesitated and said okay. We sat down in a booth and made small talk for a while, but all the time I was looking at him, looking into those wonderful green eyes of his and thinking of how I wished we were going back to my old house to go to bed. I told him I missed him. He just said it was a little late for that now. We talked to about a half hour and then he said he had to go. I asked if I could talk to him again. He hesitated, and I told him I was lonely and just wanted to talk. He finally said okay. I made plans to meet at the park the next night. I told him that this place was too public, and he agreed.