Love Lost and Found

Love Lost and Found

By

Mildred Trent

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Love Lost and Found

By

Mildred Trent

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Love is a fragile thing. We find it, then lose it. We want it, then let it go. I

did that and have regretted it ever since.

See, I, Priscilla Keaton, fell in love with my high school sweetheart, Travis

Williams. It was crazy. We met in junior high and became friends. Travis was the

ugliest thing to me back then but he was funny as hell and I enjoyed being around

him. We both played basketball and I loved seeing him in those little shorts.

See, I was a fast child, as the older people used to say. While the other girls

my age were barely getting interested in boys, I was already there. Unlike the

other boys at that age, you know, gangly with arms that appeared to be longer

than their whole body, Travis was muscular. I guess working with his dad laying

bricks in the summers was developing his physique ahead of schedule. Anyway,

his face wasn’t all that to look at but his body…Oh Man!

We became great friends through our junior high years then zoning

regulations took us to different high schools and we lost contact our freshman

year. We ran into each other again during our sophomore football season.

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Travis had filled out even more and that mug of his had caught up with his

body.
Wow
! He had changed. He still had that killer personality and now the body

and face made him a total package. I think that’s when I first realized I liked him a

little more than I was willing to admit.

We started talking on the phone and hanging out whenever possible. Travis

played football and I started going to the games just to see him in those tight-assed

football pants. We decided to take things a little further. We ‘
announced’
we were

“
going together
” and I began wearing his school jacket. There were some pissed off

females and even more pissed males because I chose to date one of the ‘stars’ on a

rival team.

The guys even threatened to hurt him bad because he was the reason our

athletes had to play so hard to beat the other team. Things were great. We stayed a

couple through the remainder of our sophomore year, during the summer break

and on into our junior year. I had one of the hottest guys in the eleventh grade in

all four high schools combined and he was really into me.

We used to have school dances after games. Whether we won or lost, my

school always had a dance to allow us to burn off some steam and keep us out of

trouble. We were wilding out with our friends and Travis asked if I wanted to

take a ride with him. Of course I said yes because it would give us a chance to be

alone, which we had never been able to do before. He had a Volkswagen Beatle; I’ll

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never forget it. Travis’ father had actually bought Travis that car when he was

fifteen but wouldn’t allow him to drive it to school until he was sixteen.

We rode to a known hangout park and Travis turned the engine off. We

joked and played for a while then he leaned over and looked me in the eyes. All

joking stopped on a dime. He wasn’t my first (I told you I was fast) so I don’t

know why I was scared, but I was. I stared at him for a few moments then decided

I really wanted to do this and leaned the remainder of the distance.

Our lips met. Now, I already said he wasn’t my first, but his kiss set my

drawers on fire. My pussy was so wet from that one kiss, I started slipping in the

seat trying to relieve some of the pressure in my clit. He knew what was wrong

with me and tried to slide his hand down the front of my jeans to finger me. My

jeans were too tight, painted on, for him to get his hand inside so he unbuttoned

and unzipped them.

Travis looked back up at me and asked, “You want me to take it out?”

My addle-brained mind didn’t comprehend what he was asking until he

reached down and unzipped his jeans.
Oh, okay. I’m back in the game now.
He pulled his

dick out and
Wholly Shit
, it was the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I had heard stories

about how big he was. One girl he’d been with said she couldn’t even take him all

the way in. Seeing it with my own eyes now, I believe her.

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Travis reached over and grabbed my hand. He wrapped my fingers around

his dick and they almost didn’t meet. Now, I was about to piss myself.
Would it fit?

Would it hurt? Could I actually do this?
‘Put your big girl panties on and ride that stallion’
I told

myself and I was determined to do just that.

So lost in my own head, I didn’t realize he’d slid his hand inside my jeans

until I felt the pressure on my throbbing clit. A strangled cry left my throat as he

began to rub circles. I lost all inhibitions in that moment. Removing my hand from

his gigantic cock, I shimmied out of my jeans and panties. He did the same then

slid his seat as far back as it would go. Naked from the waist down, I climbed

across the gearshift and straddled his hips. I couldn’t get my right leg down

between the seat and the door and I knew if I opened it the cab light would come

on. We weren’t the only ones in the park. I brought my feet up on either side of his

body in the seat and squatted over him. I knew I had just opened myself up

unrestricted and if he was able to get it all in, I would feel it in my throat.

Travis reached between our groins and started to line up with my dripping

hole.

“Wait, don’t put it in just yet,” I said.

“Why?” Travis asked.

“I can’t take it just yet. Give me a minute,” I replied and lowered my pussy to

the underside of his dick. I began rocking, sliding up and down on his dick. He

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groaned and reached under me, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled me closer for

more friction. It felt good but I wasn’t getting enough stimulation on my clit. I

gripped the back of the seat and leaned forward. That did it. Now I had the

pressure on my clit I needed to get off.

With his help, I rocked hard; up and down, over and over. I felt it coming

and couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. I came, hard. I couldn’t shout because I

didn’t want anyone to hear me so I bit the back of the seat to muffle the sound.

Then, I did scream and didn’t care who heard, for Travis had taken advantage of

the fact that I was now so wet I was leaking all over him to spear me, balls deep.

He gripped my ass and held me impaled on his dick.

I saw stars. It was almost as if I was losing my virginity all over again. I

looked down at him and his eyes were closed, head thrown back. He was

straining, sweat running down his face. We stayed that way for about two

minutes then he opened his eyes and looked up at me.

“I’ve never been able to get all the way in before. You’re so fucking tight it

feels like you are strangling my dick. Can I move now?” he pleaded.

In answer to his question, I slowly began to grind our groins together,

feeling every inch of that massive dick stretching me farther than I’d ever thought

possible. He closed his eyes again and groaned deeply.

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Feeling a little braver now, I started lifting off his dick and slowly lowering

myself back down. I set a slow steady rhythm because he was just so damn
big
.

He gripped my ass cheeks tight enough to bruise and his eyes popped open.

“I…I…I have to move. You’re killing me,” Travis said.

“Well, move then,” I said, gripping the back of the seat with a white-

knuckled grip preparing for what was to come.

Travis lifted and held me right where he wanted, then slammed up into me

with enough force, my feet left the seat. I screamed. He moaned, pulled out and did

it again. After about six such attacks, I realized, “This shit feels good as hell” and

started slamming my body down as Travis slammed up.

It was grueling. We fucked so hard the shocks on the car were screaming.

The seat was bucking like we’d loosened a few bolts. I could have cared less if the

entire car fell apart as long as Travis didn’t stop.

He released one of my cheeks and brought his hand up and grabbed the

back of my neck. He brought our mouths together in a bruising kiss and held me

by the neck in place, effectively stopping my movements. He fucked me blue. I was

so full of dick I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk for the next two weeks.

Travis suddenly released my other butt cheek, threw that arm around my

waist and pulled me down hard. My left foot slipped off the seat and I crashed