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dunno how t’ describe it; I just saw her when I saw them.  An’ all of a sudden, I caught myself suckin’ on his tits just like I would’ve done with her.

You see, this is exactly how I fuck my wife -- her legs in the air, me inside her, my tongue on her tits an’ me pumpin’ away.  Slow at first, then faster an’ harder as we got closer to the jolt.  She said I could make her cum more than any guy she knew, an’ I know she wasn’t bullshittin’ me ‘cause she’s a talker when she’s gettin’ fucked.  Maybe that’s why I liked the oral thing with my punks up till then; I don’t want the little fuckers yappin’ or moanin’ or cryin’ or anything like that.  Maybe that’s really why I jammed this pussy’s shirt in his mouth -- so he’d just keep from sayin’ anything.

Didn’t do a hell of a lot of good.  He whimpered the whole time I was doin’ him.  Not that it made any difference, ‘cause I was so lost in it.  I mean, you’ll never know how good it felt.  How much it was like bein’ with Connie, again.

Then I shifted from one tit to the other an’ he lost it, for a second.  He tried to twist away, but I cut him a little more an’ he stopped.  An’ I kept suckin’ on him just to show him who’s boss.

Then I felt somethin’ bump up against my gut that freaked me out.  He was gettin’ a fuckin’ woodie!  I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it.  He couldn’t either.

I stopped an’ pulled back, a little, an’ glared at him.  “What th’ fuck?  You a fag?”

“No,” he whispered.  “I’ve never.  Never.”

“Bullshit, bitch,” I whispered back.  “You like it.  I can feel how you like it.”

“No, man, it hurts,” he grunted.  “Please, just get it over with.”

So I laughed an’ began strokin’ into him slower an’ deeper, makin’ him really feel it.  Try an’ tell me what to fuckin’ do, the little bitch.  He almost sobbin’ as he kept beggin’ me to end it.  An’ I just kept on an’ on.  An’ his dick kept callin’ attention to itself.  I slapped it aside a couple of times but it kept poppin’ back, bigger than the time before.  So I did somethin’ I’d never done before -- I grabbed it.  Grabbed his fuckin’ dick.  Yanked it out of the way an’ kept pumpin’ into him.  An’ the way he moved around as I fucked him made it seem like his dick was fuckin’ my hand.  But I didn’t let go.

To this day, I dunno why I kept hold.  I’d never thought about hangin’ onto a man’s dick, before, but the way I could feel it bouncin’ around against my belly...feel his balls rubbin’ my pubes...feel his tits get as pointy as Connie’s, almost...it made me notice it more an’ more.  So I just put my free hand around it an’ held onto it like I owned it.  Like he was completely mine an’ that proved it.

He tried to stop me, but I smacked his face.  Then I grabbed even harder on him.  Crushed my hand around him, like I was gonna tear it off.  He sobbed even harder an’ begged me not to.  Begged me to leave him alone.  An’ then he started to struggle an’ I got even more into it.

I fuckin’ owned him, right then.  I was the boss, an’ nothin’ he did was gonna stop me or slow me down.  The more he fought, the more I felt in control.  An’ then he jolted.  He almost pulled himself off me, but I had too good of a hold on him...an’ then he bucked me, again.  Rammed himself harder onto my dick.  An’ he shot all over my hand.  All over himself.  An’ I felt his ass tighten around me in a way that made me want to stay inside for-fuckin’-ever, it felt so...fuckin’...good...an’ then I let loose inside of him.  Over an’ over an’ over.  It made me weak, almost black out.  I felt it on every square inch of my body, from my balls to my heart to straight down my legs, just like I had with Connie the first time.  An’ I didn’t want to move...even as I kept slippin’ in an’ out an’ in an’ out to extend the screamin’ goin’ on behind my eyes.

Holy fuckin’ shit.

This is gonna sound weird, I know, but that first time -- the first time I got off in a guy like that -- it was like the first time I did coke.  Swear to God, this sense of peace flooded over me an’ shoved aside everything -- everything that I had in my head.  I went blank.  Lost all control an’ loved lettin’ it go.  Felt every part of my body join in the joy of what I’d just done.  I didn’t get that even the first time I fucked Connie.  Hell, the first time I fucked a girl, period.  It was like my whole body started to float inside my skin.  Like my brain wasn’t attached to my mind, just to my flesh.  This guy I met outside once told me the French call it the little death, an’ now I knew what he meant.  An’ I already knew I’d have killed to get it, again.

I don’t remember stoppin’ or pullin’ out of him; I just remember floatin’ back to earth to find him lookin’ at me in shock.  I made damn sure all he saw was me smilin’ back at him.  But to be honest, now that I was comin’ down off that high, I was really shook up.  I’d enjoyed it too fuckin’ much.  First time I really fuck a guy an’ it makes me feel better than when I’m with my wife?  It fucked with my mind, I’m tellin’ you; but I didn’t want

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