Are American Women More Sexually Aggressive than UK Women?
A Randy Brit’s Point of View.

Hello! My name is Thomas. Born and raised in the U.K., right? Would’ve have stayed there forever, but my girl got work across the pond. We were off then to New York to live happily-ever-after when six weeks in, she told me we were done. Through. Just like that. I had no idea my ordeal would lead to the discovery of how sexually aggressive American women can be!

I got bloody shitfaced on Guinness and woke up the next morning with no money, no woman and no ticket home. All I had were the clothes in my trunk and the dick in my hand as I took a piss. I didn’t know what the bloody hell I was going to do.

I rang-up my mate to wire me some dosh to get by for a time. Then I called a cousin in Brooklyn and told her all about my disaster. She offered me her flat to stay at until I was back on my feet. So I got on the Underground and got my bum over there.

Sexually Aggressive American Women are Hot

I easily found her flat. Rachel, my cousin, welcomed me with open arms and a hasty intro to her mates, all women. Fucking hot women as a matter of fact. Clarissa, Noelle and Margaret were their names; blonde, brunette and redhead. Full lips, nipples at attention saluting the Queen, pants tight around their bums; the trio was delicious enough to eat.

Rachel said they were there to paint one of her bedrooms. Payment was dinner and beer. I had scratched plenty of flats back home in the jolly-olde, so I offered up my services for the day and grabbed a paint roller.

Grabbing My Bum

The drinks started right away. And along with that came the flirting, which is not a bad way to get over a busted-heart. Clarissa spent a quarter of her time painting the trim and drinking my cousin’s Newcastle. The rest— my bum!

It started up when I was fixing the tape just below the trim. She told me my jeans were phat. I looked back at my arse and asked if it looked that bad.

Clarissa laughed. “Phat, not fat.” She explained the difference while drinking her beer. That’s when she grabbed my bum, gave it a squeeze.

“It’s so cute.”

I didn’t know quite what to make of that. Cute is not something I equate with the rounds backing my trousers. But if it meant the woman with the big tits was going to squeeze my bum all day, I was down with that, as the stateside pats say. That was just the start—

Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Margaret the red head had amazing eyes, green as grass. And a jumper cut so low, that from her chin to the belt on her slacks, there was nothing but bosom. Round ones. Like melons.

And for the hour we stood beside each other painting that wall those bosoms bounced into me, pressed against me and landed within a centimeter of my face for the majority of that time. The more Margaret drank, the closer her breasts got to my lips. By the end of that hour my cock was so hard I went to the bathroom to crack one off. I was just a couple of strokes in when cousin Rachel knocked on the door.

“I’m making a run for some ale. You in?”

Beer and Rumpy Pumpy

I zipped it up and opened the door. Saving up my dosh, American dollars that is, I shuffled back to the bedroom and picked up my paint roller. Just one wall left. Margaret, Noelle and Clarissa were already talking about painting the other bedroom. The lot of them decided on blue and left me alone to finish while they checked out the other room.

It was quiet for a while, then—

“ Thomas, come in here and give us a hand.”

Silly tarts, I thought to myself. They’ve probably painted themselves into a corner.

I put down the roller and made my way into the other bedroom. And there they were— naked! All three!

They weren’t in there to paint. Rumpy-pumpy! That’s what they wanted.

And this bloke gave those tight-pussied American tarts exactly what they wanted!

Maggie rode my cock. I finger-fucked Clarissa’s hole while she sucked Noelle’s titties and Noelle fucked herself in the pussy. It was a wanking-hot three way! I was gobsmacked!

Cousin Rachel never knew. The tarty-trio and I continued our romps until the day I had to return home.

I miss them all: Clarissa, Noelle and Maggie. Sometimes we sex-skype and that’s all right. But I’m saving up my quid to go back, permanently this time. American women are bloody more aggressive, all right. And my dick and me can’t wait to get back and have at it!

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