“Uh!” She rolled over, and sat back down on the couch.
“What?” She just shook her head, and gripped the rubber.
“Just come here.” She pulled it off, and started sucking the tip, feeling my balls in the other hand. So, I shrugged, and just enjoyed it, until I felt something rubbery in my crack.
“Uh!” I backed up, and my cock popped up to slap my belly.
She grinned, “Now you know how it feels.”
“Yeah, like every time you let it slip up,” she got up, and pushed it down so it bounced back up. Still hard as a rock. “Just enough to touch my butthole, but I had a boyfriend that liked that.”
“You let him do anal, but not me?”
“Yeah, because he knew how it felt. By which I mean he liked my fingers up his ass when he got off.”
“Huh! Now you’re going to mansplain how my boyfriend, who you never met was gay, because he had sex with me?”
“No? Come on, don’t leave me like this.”
“Well, I’ll make you a deal, I’ll show you how to do it, but you have to let me show you.” She held up the rubber, and wiggled her fingers inside it. “You might like it.”
“Yeah, well I’m not gay, so forget it. Why don’t you just suck me off, before dad gets back?”
“Forget it,” she pulled her top on, and picked up her bra. “I can get a boyfriend who’s not so prudish.”
“I’m not a prude, but if you want to break up with me, just because I don’t want it up the butt, then fine.” Waste of a perfectly good rubber.
“No, because you keep trying to sneak it in the back door, when you don’t know what you’re doing.” She turned around, and threw down her pants. “If we’re breaking up over this bullshit, then at least get it right. You’re the one with the problem.” She poked my chest, “And that’s the reason why I never trusted you to do it right. You can’t learn, because you assume that you already know everything there is to know about fucking, and you’re entitled to whatever you want just because you have a big dick. Well, let me tell you something, mister dickhead. That just means you have to be more careful, and do more foreplay before you just try to stick it in, if you had any idea what foreplay means.”
“I do foreplay,”
“Yeah, but you’re always in such a rush to get your rocks off, you don’t even pay attention to what we want. Then you get jealous, and accuse me of cheating on you, as if Stephanie,” she counted on her fingers, “Tracy, Stacy, and Tiffany B. didn’t tell me all about it, right after you cheated on me, and left them unsatisfied.”
“Ha,” she shook her head. “Yeah, stud. Everyone knows all about your big dick, because you’ll stick it in any hole that’ll hold still long enough, and what do you think we talk about when you’re not around?”
“Me? Behind my back.”
“Yeah, you selfish hypocrite. To think I was proud of myself for holding the record, and putting up with your bullshit for over a year. So, now you feel betrayed because we talk about it behind your back, but not guilty for sleeping with ALL of my friends after we started going out. Oops! It slipped. Yeah, they told me all about the times it slipped, and just happened to poke their assholes, because you’re obsessed with it, and you’re not willing to learn.”
“I can too learn! I’m willing to learn anything about sex, if you’d just stop yelling at me, and god damn it, I love you! That’s why I put up with you, you ever ask yourself that? Well, it’s true, I love you even now after you tried to drive me away with this bullshit I already know. Well, not the part about your friends banging me, and bragging about it, but the other stuff?”