Seasoned Slut

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So, was anyone else a slut in high school?  (ME! ME! ME!) I had a close girlfriend who not only condoned, but accompanied me on most of these lustful excursions, so, I guess it never occurred to me. Of course, we were sluts. Lol. It’s very very obvious to me now. Hey, when you’re a beautiful blonde 16 year old with big tits and a dark tan… Well, that’s when I truly first began to notice my affliction for dicks. I mean, I wanted them all the time. Either in my mouth or hand or just in me. It began as constant thinking and playing with myself as a child and early adolescent to full-blow slut status.

 

Did it spook me? Okay. I admit it. It did somewhat trip me out to hear girls put down guys for one thing or another, when all I wanted to do was shove them all into my mouth. Every shape and every size. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than man meat as part of a healthy balanced breakfast, lunch or dinner. Damn! I was such a dirty lil slut. Oh, it’s okay. I’m not offended by the title at all. It is what it is. And I am most certainly what I am.

 

Was I different? Maybe not a whole hell of a lot different than the other chicks my age, except for my daily incessant need for male flesh. And I didn’t see THAT as any type of disease. Not when I enjoyed it so damn much. It was just day upon day of fantasies and then nights of the actual physical counterparts. There’s nothing like a deliciously juicy cock to disguise the fact that you’re more different than the girlfriends I spent so much time with. But seeing as it was always in the back of mind (and had always been there), it never seemed out of place or additional to my other needs at all.

 

And. just like that first rip of paper on Christmas morning, it just never seemed a stale or out of style idea to drop my pants to an 18 year old’s wandering hands when I was 14 at the Fair. Nope. Just second nature. Did I show more sexual attention to any one kind of man? No, not really. Back then, all were welcome to ride this train. And did, with an ever-increasing urgency through those high school years.

 

I recall, in particular, one such occasion. My best gal pal and I ran into two of the most gorgeous guys in town. Usually, they were both hooked up, but tonight… we didn’t care. Well, my girlfriend ended up getting sick. If you’re truly getting to know me, then you already know what happens next… Of course, I took one for the team (I know. I know. No, your welcome) on the tail-bed of a big red Chevy truck. They tag-teamed the shit out me! And, afterwards, I didn’t feel guilty or dirty in any way. Far from it. I felt energized and suspiciously light-headed, as if intoxicated. This became known as my dick fog. Lol.

 

I even had a short stint as a guest d.j. at our local hard rock radio station that would never after occurred if I’d never sucked the cock of the late night d.j. He must have enjoyed it, because my voice appeared over the air for two whole months of my 17th year of life. I even tried to stretch it out by doing the morning d.j., but he had definitely had far less sex appeal, and I ended up chickening out. Once the kids at school heard me through the speakers of their car stereo, my popularity was sealed for high school.
And, being a slut wasn’t what I just did for fun on a Saturday night, darlin. It became part of who I was. And I have never regretted it. Sure it’s gotten me in a ton of trouble over the years. Mostly with the women closest to the men I did so enjoy frequently fuckin. Regardless, I was happy with my situation in life then, and I don’t feel any guiltier about it today. It’s just who I am. I LOVE COCK! Decorate it with flowers, streamers and balloons, folks, but it’s still just the parade of an insatiable sexy slut. Won’t you celebrate with me?

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10 Replies to “Seasoned Slut”

  1. Here’s some food for thought: It’s football season, and I like both football and numbers. If you were to take all the dicks you’ve enjoyed and lay them end to end, how many football fields would that cum to?

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