It took a black-clad, savvy seducer to teach this stubborn, handsomely pierced teenager that his infatuation was much more than just a phase -- it was the part of his life he was missing all along.
Don’t get me wrong – I love women. I’ve been fucking them for most of my life, and I haven’t gotten any complaints. I mean, I have no reason not to like them. What guy wouldn’t like a girl’s lips wrapped around his cock, slurping like some rabid, toothless animal? Or what about when they straddle you with their curvy hips and ride you like they just got back from a dirty rodeo show down in Texas? It feels so good. So there’s no rational reason on Earth that I should not enjoy banging pure female pussy.
Except that I can’t stand them.
It’s nothing personal, ladies. It’s just a few ticks of mine.
Like the screaming. Believe me, I have no problem being vocal during sex. I can dirty-mouth any tight girl enough to make her as horny as a guy wanking along to Jessica Simpson’s latest commercial. But halfway through the good part...they start making these noises. Each woman sounds different in the beginning – some have a more melodic hum while some just bleat like goats – but eventually, they all start squirming and groaning like a drunken cat in heat. That I can tolerate up to a point. But soon comes the oh-fuck-oh-god-yes-yes-I’m-gonna-come-climax, and suddenly those forty dollar manicures are drawing my blood, and my apartment fills with screams like I’m murdering her instead of pleasing her. My eardrums beg me to reach up and strangle her before I go limp and deaf.
And then there’s the jiggling. There’s no straight guy out there who wouldn’t dream of suckling a double D cup hottie and watching her tits roll with every thrust of his cock inside of her. But after long enough with any woman, I feel like I’m fucking a piece of jello. Wiggle, bounce, bounce, bounce...after a while, you start noticing that some parts that shouldn’t be jiggling are jiggling, and... Læs hele novellen
