Summer Dick Number One

A particular person I fucked this summer is a cunt. He is a cunt that cheated on his girlfriend, an ugly cunt with a nice cock. The kind of cunt I cannot believe I let get into my pants. Of course, I am getting ahead of myself.

The first night we fucked went something like this: we talked on the phone, met up at Applebee’s and ate dinner, and then while walking to my car, I asked if he wanted accompany me to the sex store. I wanted to buy my very first dildo. The cunt in me also wanted to experiment with this tall, lanky 21-year-old geek by seducing and fucking him. He had a girlfriend, I knew that, and I a boyfriend, but neither fact really mattered. My pussy was wet with the excitement of playing the field after a long, dedicated period of Boyfriend-Only sex. Naturally, the Geek Cunt accepted the offer hoping he could use the instrument on me later on. After dropping off my car at one of the Florida State University parking garages, I rode with him as he half-hazardly drove through Tallahassee traffic to the nearest adult toy store. There I bought a $90 dollar iRabbit dildo with vibrating power, then accepted the Geek’s offer of going back to his place. He washed my new toy and installed the batteries as I brushed my teeth, then led me to his bedroom. We began making out, his hands groping my breasts and applied pressure to my pussy, then quickly undressed and hopped into bed.

There was foreplay, the only exciting part being the insertion of my rotating-vibrating dildo into my pussy, and then we got down to business. The Geek Cunt slapped on a condom and rubbed his cock between my pussy lips; it all went downhill from there. For some reason, he thought his cock already penetrated my pussy when in actuality he was just slipping between the lips still. I had to kindly point that out between his grunts and groans, forcefully holding back the fit of giggles waiting to burst out. After a bit of lackluster vaginal sex, the Geek finally coming as I faked an orgasm, I sucked his cock only to feel it swell back to an erected state. Wanting him to cum quickly so we could dress and have him drive back to my dorm, I suggested he fuck my ass, which he readily prepared to do. A new condom on with KY jelly slathered on his cock for easier penetration, I bent over and let him go for it. Truthfully, taking it up the ass almost made me cum but I was too tight and he didn’t last long, which ended any glimmer of hope for my own orgasm. Within a few minutes, we were dressed and in his car, heading for my summer place of residence.

The next day, after doing laundry and taking it back to the dorm that afternoon, I got a call from the Geek Cunt with the proposal that we “do what we did last night.” “It’s called fucking,” I replied, thinking ‘you fucking prissy cunt.’ He suggested I bring hygiene products, a bathing suit, and a change of clothes, adding, “…just stay the night so we can fuck a little more.” I, blocking out thoughts of my boyfriend—who I had yet to tell—complied and packed a few things. Within a couple of minutes, the Cunt’s car was waiting outside my dorm, eager to get back home for a bit of sex. We rode in silence for the most part, something I did not mind. Back at his place, we repeated many of the acts from the night before, this time while he took pictures with his digital camera. That night, he suggested I bend over the couch in the living room while he fucked my ass since it would put my ass on level with his cock. He fucked it hard, this time lasting longer than the night before, and finally gave me a real orgasm, which I was thankful for. Having finished, I sat on the arm of the couch while he stood before me looking somewhat weird, as if he wanted to blurt something out but did not have the balls.

“What is it?” I asked. Again, the strange twisted look of his face remained as he admitted, “Well, I feel uneasy with you here. See, this was the first time I cheated on my girlfriend and I do not know how to deal with it. A lot of things are running through my head, and I guess you could say that my conscience is kicking in.”

‘What the fuck! His conscience,’ I thought, ‘what a fucking cunt! He cannot deal with the way he feels for his girlfriend and the sex I am giving him. That is fucking bullshit!’ Breaking into my thoughts, he asked, “Do you mind if I ask you to go back home? I can’t have you stay the night because I just feel too odd.” Again, I thought, ‘The Geek Cunt is just using me as a way to get off and here I am, ready to go back to my dorm but was prepared to stay the night just to get him off, and he wants me to go back home? What the fuck is wrong with this cunt?’

Masking my displeasure, I told him that it was “cool” and that I had no problem going back home; that was the truth too because I was feeling out of sorts just thinking about how badly I fucked my boyfriend over. Being the honest type, I knew that the next time we talked he would hear about The Geek Cunt and the fact that I slept with him. It would hurt and I was honestly afraid that he would break up with me—that I could not take even though chiding is all I deserved¹. All the way back to my place, The Geek continued apologizing by using the old “It’s not you, it’s me” line that we all know is little more than a bullshit way of saying “It’s your entire fault you cunt!” I replied with an indifferent statement of “it’s cool.” As I pulled my things out of his car, I did turn bitch-slut on him by saying, “If your conscience dies, give me a call so we can have shitty sex. If not, enjoy fucking your bitch.” I wanted to be mean to The Cunt, but I was just too tired and did not care all that much at the time. In fact, the more I dwelled on the fact that I fucked the little prick, which was truly a bad lay, and then have him ask me to leave because his conscience kicked in, the madder I got. That guy was just a fucking cunt who didn’t deserve me spreading my legs to find that he didn’t know the difference between slipping between a pair of lips and sliding into the cunt hole. What a fucking cunt!

¹Luckily, he forgave me for being such a cunt.