Sluts (Mf, cons, humor)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary: Satirical advice column encouraging men to be with slutty girls...



I've never understood those guys who say they prefer or only want to be with 
/ get with virgins.  Virgins have no idea what they're doing.

Similarly there are those guys who say they don't want to be with / get with 
somebody who has been with lots of other people.  And that doesn't make any 
sense either: the way we learn new things is by having new experiences, and we 
have new experiences by being with new people...

As I see it, the best choice a guy can make, when it comes to people to get 
with, would have to be sluts.  Why, well isn't is obvious: sluts have lots of 
experience, so they know what they're doing; they've been with lots of people, 
so they know all kinds of stuff, stuff you might not know; but most of all, 
they tend to be eager.

A perfect example of what I mean...  
Not more than fifteen seconds after I began writing this, Lettie, the little 
slut who's been hanging around and I've been hooking up with recently walked 
up to me and asked, "What ya doing?"

"Writing a guy's guide to sluts," I honestly answered before patting my own 
lap and adding, "...ones like you."

She gave me this huge seemily face-breaking smile and without either of us 
saying a word, proceeded to undo my pants, reach in and pull out my mostly 
hard cock.

"You need some action," Lettie giggled, despite the giggle I knew she wasn't 
joking.  Afterall, sluts don't joke about sex.

"I do," I agreed.  

An instant later, she was reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties 
down.  She proceeded to step out of them and then climbed onto my lap.  Facing
me, she straddled my lap in a half squatteing, half kneeling possition.  She 
lowered her body down, impaling her well-used cunt on my cock, in a single 
stroke had taken my entire length...now how many virgins could do that!

Hoping to be able to focus enough to be able to write this, I instructed, 
"Stay still," as I pulled her against my chest.  

A little nod of understanding from her and she burried her face against the 
left side of my neck and held her body motionless.  Well, not her entire body: 
she was very actively working her pussy muscles...another thing a virgin would 
never be able to do.

So, I was able to resume writing this, while getting to have the entire lenght 
of my cock encased within Lettie's well-used but still nice and tight 
fuck-hole.  I mean who cares if there've been over a hundred other cocks in her 
fuck-hole; its mine that is in there now, and as far as I'm concerned my cock 
being in a nice tight fuck-hole is all that matters.  

Sure I've taken a few short breaks while writing to tell Lettie how great 
having my cock buried in her well-used fuck-hole feels, give her the 
occasional little kiss on the head, and occasionally squeeze her butt...even 
sluts need to have their sexual skills complemented.  But overall, it worked 
out to be a great multi-tasking...

Then, a few minutes after she climbed onto my lap I felt the familiar 
sensation of my butt-cheeks tightening, signaling that I was about to blast 
off.  Sure the cum that was about to be spewing out of the little hole at the 
tip of my cock was going to be headed to the very same place that had recieve 
probably a gallon of cum; but really what does that matter?  Afterall, my cum 
was going to be spraying into a receptive hole and not making a mess all over 
the place.  And Lettie, being a slut, wasn't going to be all freaked out by 
the fact that I'd blasted off inside her cunt.  So, I took a breath and let 
nature take over: my balls drew up, cum surged up the little tube on the 
underside of my cock, and erupted deeply insider my latest slut's fuck-hole.

"Filling me?" Lettie asked in a near coo.

"Yea..." I half panted between spurts.

"Okay," she mused as she seemed to snuggle her face even more tightly against 
the side of my neck.

About thirty seconds later I said, "Thanks," and gave her a smack on the butt.  

She proceeded to climb off my lap, gave me a kiss on the ckeek, and said, "I 
love you."

And there you have it: all the evidence you need as to why sluts are the best.