Rough Sex for a Suburban Punk Slut

March 6th, 2010 by Fish

I grew up in a rather major metropolitan city. I won’t make any dumb ass comments about growing up in the “hood” since I didn’t and pretty much any white guy who brags as such you can guarantee didn’t. I wouldn’t say it was the nicest of all places either but due to our rough and tumble nature we indeed knew how to treat our whores and our whores knew their place unless they wanted to get rough fucked.

Further north there were of course the suburbs full of rich snotty little sluts who if one desired to get into their pants it would often result in extreme violence, and the sort of thing that would send some dude to jail for the rest of his life.

That is until the snotty bitches decided to “rebel”. Now most of us in my neighborhood had been going to various punk and metal drinking establishments since we where 14 so it was no big deal. Besides the cops had other things to deal with than “Underage drinking” .

Now at about 16 or considerable number of these snotty bitches decided they were dissatisfied with spending daddy’s money at the mall every weekend so they did what any of these bitches would do. They went to the mall and spent more of daddy’s money for the latest and greatest poser punk fashion and came down to our neighborhood.

Since they considered us the “real thing” a term that even today I have know idea what it is unless the real thing consists of drinking large quantities of alcohol and engaging in humiliation of the opposite sex. But regardless of their notions they were indeed easy pickings.

Needless to say it typically didn’t work out too well for them. Since unlike the local bitches they were indeed not used to being treated like one would properly treat a bitch. Particularly when you brought them back to an abandon house we had set up as a hang out and rough fucked their soon to be sore suburban pussies on a filthy mattress while your friends were pouring beer on them.

So this next update indeed brings back memories for your friend Fish. I do often wonder if their stock broker husbands know that once their mini-van driving housewives who refuse to blow were shown what kind of sluts they really are.

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