Saturday, October 24, 2009

Visiting Rachel

It had been a long time since I'd been with Rachel. Used to be, me and Fred would hang out with her all the time, since we all loved drinking and fucking, and it was a wonderful relationship. But then she started getting serious with what's his name, Jerome, and she told us to get lost. Hey, no biggie. There's a world full of pussy out there, and the great thing about Rachel is that she doesn't jerk you around. She might jerk you off while she crams an electric eel up your ass, but she won't jerk you around.

So, when she called to tell me that Jerome left, she made it damn clear what she wanted, and I figured I owed her one after that mess Fred and I made at the candy factory. So, after that high school fuck party started winding down (I think I came the same time as big Juliet -- which isn't a surprise, I've been practicing), I drove over to Rachel's.

When I got there, I brought a bottle of vodka in with me. That girl likes vodka. I didn't ring the bell, because I know what she likes when she's depressed. I just kicked the door open, slammed it and locked it behind me, and marched into the living room. She was slumped on the couch, watching some daytime TV bullshit. She barely looked up. "Hey, Lambert." "Shut up, bitch," I said, "I'm here to fuck you."

She got irritated. "Damn it, Lambert, lay off!" Ha. I knew better. We've played this game too many times. I took a swig of the vodka, and spit some of it on her, then bent down and slapped her face. "That's no way to talk to the one with the cock," I said. "I suggest you shut up and get ready to blow me." She jumped up, and swept my feet out from under me, so I landed on the floor, hard. Then she straddled my chest, and slapped me hard. "You fucker!" she shouted. You don't know what the hell I've been through! You don't know what that bastard did to me!" She looked really mad. But I know how Rachel works. This is how she takes out her aggression. "Did he fuck you up the ass? Because that's what I'm going to do!" and I spit in her face. She slapped me, and slapped me again, and then kissed me, violently, writhing against me. "Quit that," I said, unzipping my pants, "and suck on this." And she did. God damn, that girl gives a good blow job when she's mad. Fortunately, I could still reach the vodka, so while she worked my cock, I took a pull at the bottle. I let her go a minute or two more. She kept angrily slapping my ass and thighs while she worked it, and some times did nasty things with her teeth. She also liked to flick my balls with her fingers, hard. Usually, I took that as a cue. I stood up, and she didn't break suction with my cock at all. I grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back. I could see that she was crying. "Oh, boo hoo," I said, "You want to cry, oh, you're gonna cry. Get those clothes off." "Fuck you!" she shouted. "No, bitch, fuck you. Take off those clothes." She glared at me, and peeled off her yellow T-shirt. She didn't bother much with a bra. Her amazing rack was in full view, with that awesome rainbow dragon tattoo that went from her shoulder and wrapped all around her right breast. She kicked off her jeans, and as soon as she had one leg out, I grabbed the jeans, and pulled them so she fell on all fours, and I pounced on top of her, and spitting on my cock, rammed it into her asshole. Normally, that wouldn't be enough lube to do the job, but I had just gotten done fucking little juliet not 20 minutes ago, so I still had a fresh coating of Rachel's special lube. She roared with anger, and kept trying to hit me, and I just kept ass-raping her. "You bastard!" she shouted! "You mother fucking bastard! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" I could see it really hurt her, by her white knuckled grip on the carpet, and the way she kept flexing her feet. But I just kept reaming away. She started screaming, and crying and pounding the floor. She either didn't have neighbors in this apartment, or they were deaf. I always wondered, but no one ever said anything. Damn, I missed fucking Rachel. I was so happy to be holding those hips again, and smelling her hair. She kept punching me in the leg, and trying to reach back to claw at my balls. As I pounded that tight ass, she started screaming in rhythm. "You... fucking... bastard... fucking... men... are... all... alike... you... FUCKING... BASTARD!" She was really crying now, violently and out of control, her sobs tightened her ass, which gave me intense bursts of pleasure, but I knew that when she stopped fighting that I should slow down, so I did. She was crying so intensely, that I started to pull out, when suddenly her asshole tightened around my cock like an anaconda... "don't.... you... dare..." she growled, and she meant it.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" It was Fred. With all the screaming and pounding, neither of us heard him come in. "Looks like some kind of slut that needs fucking." He dropped his pants, and started smacking her face with his cock, "Huh, bitch? Isn't that right? You want this, don't you?" Without a word, she started sucking on Fred's cock, while I continued a rhythmic fucking of her ass. Fred and I settled into our familiar rhythm, and he winked at me. She kept sucking his cock, and he slapped her. "Do it better, bitch." She started deep throating him, and making horrifying guttural noises, like she was going to choke. This went on for a while. Finally, Fred pulled his cock out of her mouth, and took a pull on the vodka bottle. He put his foot under her chest, and lifted her up, and back onto me. I was leaning back against the couch now, and still fucking her ass. She leaned back, putting her weight on me, but had her knees up, and legs spread, so that Fred got a good look at that sweet pussy. "Would you look at that," he said. "The cunt of a filthy slut." He poured vodka down onto our faces, and we opened our mouths to drink it. The cold vodka ran down her face, and he spashed some onto her tits, the cold sting making her nipples even more tightly erect. He took one more big swig from the bottle, got down on his knees, and then slid his cock into her. She gasped as he did it, and I could feel Fred's cock slide in on the other side of her vaginal wall. Fred and I both started to pump madly into her. Rachel was done crying now, and just had her eyes closed and mouth open, overwhelmed by pleasure, pain, and the pressure of the two of us squeezing against her. She wrapped her arms around Fred, fucking him for all she was worth, while I kept on pumping, pumping, pumping into her ass. Soon she was moaning, and we started hammering her faster and faster, until she started to let out sharp little screams sounding like "aa! aa! aa! aa!" We'd done this enough times to know what was next. We all worked and adjusted our timings so that the three of us came at the same time -- her squeezing both of us with all her might, and both of us spurting come into her as deeply as we could manage.

Fred leaned back, sweaty and exhausted. I pulled my cock out of Rachel, and she slumped on the floor and cried some more. Little sobs now, like a sad little kitten. Then, she got up, whirled around and punched me in the jaw, and then punched Fred in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Then she sat her naked ass on a folding chair by the table, leaking come all down her legs, and took a long swig from the vodka bottle. "Shit," she said, "it's good to have friends that understand you."

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Little Juliet

We all do some things we're not proud of. One of mine is following high school girls. I've been out of that place for years, but damn, some of those girls are just so hot, I always find myself driving by when school lets out, to check out the new talent. I like all the girls, but it's the hardcore sluts that fascinate me the most. Every year, there a few girls who "discover" the wooded area behind the school, which is a place that high school kids have been fucking probably since the beginning of time. I practically owned that place when I was sixteen, but now I just spy on it. There is an old dirt road that leads to it the other way, where I can park my convertible, and get a good look at that filthy old matress if I bring my binoculars. And there is this one girl, damn, who is back there every Friday, each time with some different guy. She's made quite a business of it -- she takes the cash up front, but damn, then she fucks their brains out. There are lots of whores who are just doing it for the money... not this chick. She LOVES getting fucked, and I love watching her do it.

So, one Friday, I pull my old convertible into its regular spot at 2pm. School lets out at 2:05, and I know that she'll be there at 2:10, no doubt. I'm already hard just thinking about watching her, so I loosen my belt, and start rubbing my cock. I don't want to get ahead of myself, so I crack open a fifth of Jack Daniels, and take a few hits while I wait. Like clockwork, there she is. She's got bright orange hair, in long floppy ringlets, going halfway down her back. She's got these big sunglasses, and is wearing a red skirt, and some kind of school jacket. She's leading some nervous looking tenth grader -- a skinny kid who can barely fill out his brand new varsity jacket. She seems to have a thing with guys from the basketball team, but I've seen her out there with all kinds of guys. I'm not sure why it's only on Fridays, but I don't ask questions. She's showing him around (not that there's much to see... that old matress, a beat up lawn chair, and some old beer cans in a grove of trees and bushes) She gives him a big kiss, and wraps her body around him, writhing seductively. This is her signature move, and I love seeing it, every time -- she does it right before my favorite part -- the negotiation! I don't know what she tells these guys -- but whatever price she gives them beforehand, she always raises it now. She never mentions the price until she's given that big kiss and felt their erection. I mean, I can't hear from so far away, but you can tell just by looking. The guy always acts surprised, and starts to act like he's going to go, and then she turns away, and says something... I used to wonder what, but then I figured it out. She leads them out there with the promise of a blow job, then raises her price to the breaking point, and just as they are teetering on the edge, she turns away, and says, "I'll let you fuck me..." and that changes everything. And it does now. The nervous kid freezes in his tracks, and his eyes widen a little. "Oh....okay," he says, and she turns around gleeful, and coy, and takes all the money he has in his wallet. This little ritual over, the show begins. She sits him down in the lawn chair, and starts stripping down. It's exciting to watch her work, because she loves doing it so much. She starts by kicking off her shoes, and putting her sunglasses aside, and then, knowing that high school boys care way more about tits than ass, she turns away, and unbuttons her shirt. Underneath she has a purple lacy bra that looks great against her porcelain skin. She faces me as she puts the shirt aside, with her back to the kid, and takes a deep breath, to stick her chest out. Then she whirls around, with a flip of her hair, and points her chest right at him. They exchange some words. She's probably saying, "What do you think?" Because the guy always makes some nervous reply. And he should be nervous, because that is one serious rack on that girl. It's a balcony you could do Shakespeare from. Heh -- that's why I call her what I call her: Juliet. Anyway, Juliet is assuming her sexiest stance on the matress, while he shifts uncomfortably in the chair, and then she blows his mind. Quick as a wink, she flips her arms back to unhook her bra, and shakes it off, holding in high in her right hand, giving him a full view of her boobs. And this time, (like every time!) his eyes go wide as saucers. She says a few more things, and gives a seductive wiggle. Then she wiggles right out of her skirt and panties, and goes right up to him. Hands on either side of the lawn chair, she puts her tits to his face, and makes his dreams come true. From where I am I can see her bent over his chair, and I think how nice it would be to mount her from behind. But before long, she crouches down, slowly, and undoes his belt, takes out his cock and starts to give him the blowjob of his life. That's not saying much, since it's almost surely the first blowjob of his life, but I can see in his face that if he died right now, he wouldn't mind so much. She bobs that head over his cock to beat the band. I have a huge erection, but haven't touched myself yet, because I know what's coming. I take another swig at the JD, though, and take out my "vagina-in-a-bottle". This is some weird sex toy that Rachel brought me back from Japan. It looks like a flashlight, but when you screw off the top, there is a soft rubber vagina inside. I don't always use it when I jack off -- lately I save it only for when I'm watching Juliet in action. While Juliet keeps sucking that kid's tool, I lube up "little Juliet" with a little bottle of "Rachel's special lube". I don't know what the hell is in it, but it smells like cotton candy, and makes the rubber pussy feel like a real pussy, if a real pussy could give you little electric shocks. It's hard to describe, but it's awesome.

Anyway, the show continues, like it always does. That girl keeps on sucking and sucking like a machine, until the boy starts lurching with orgasm, and to her credit, Juliet always swallows every drop. I used to wonder why, but now I think I get it -- she likes to get one bullet out of the chamber so that she has a better chance of being fucked to orgasm on the second go round. I'm not sure I've ever seen a high school girl who loves being fucked as much as this one does.

So, the guy is clearly exhausted, and nervous, but Juliet pulls her head up from his cock. Licks her lips, and smiles at him. She pushes his head back and gives him a deep kiss, and I can see from his slight revulsion that she has given him a "snowball", or at least part of one. I guess she didn't swallow it all. He's not sure what to do now... but she is. She slides his pants down, unties his shoes, and standing him up, peels his shirt and jacket off his body, so he's as naked as she is. She kisses him and rubs him until he is hard again, which at his age, doesn't take long. Then, she lies him down on the matress, and sucks him a little more. When she thinks he's hard enough, she climbs on top of him, with this cat that ate the canary smile. And this is the moment I wait for. Just as she lowers her pussy down onto his cock, I'll slide "little Juliet" onto mine. The viewing angle is absolutely perfect. His head points toward me, and his feet point away, and I know I'll be able to see every bounce of those amazing tits as she fucks her way to ecstasy. And damn, you can tell that she loves this part. Most days, even though they are pretty far off, I can hear her moans of pleasure through the woods.

But not today. No, today was different. Today, at the key moment, my phone rings. Normally, I don't even carry the thing, and when I do, it's not on. And when it rings, I normally ignore it. But, I don't exactly want to get caught here in the woods with my pants around my ankles, spying on underage kids. So, I answer it quick, whispering an irritated "what?"

"Lambert? This is Rachel. Why are you whispering? You sound like the sex offender you are."

"Do you need something, Rachel? I'm kind of busy." Fortunately for me, there has been some kind of incident down on the matress... I think it's someone's first time putting on a condom, so I haven't missed my favorite moment.

"Yeah, well, it's Jason. We had a fight, and he's gone."

"Like, gone down to the corner gone?"

"No, like on the plane to Australia to visit his other woman gone."



"So, what do you want from me? I hope it's not a shoulder to cry on, because you know I'm not good at that sensitivity bullshit."

She laughed. "Hell, no. Do you take me for some kind of idiot? Tell my troubles to Lambert Devine? The most uncaring man on this planet, or any other? No, Lambert, I have girlfriends for that sissy stuff. Tonight, I want to get drunk, and get fucked, and I know I can count on you for both."

I looked down at my erect cock, at "little Juliet", and sighed at the sight of big Juliet -- some strange turn of events had happened down on the matress. Juliet was standing up, legs spread, and the boy was on his knees. One of her hands was on his shoulder, and the other was rubbing her tit, and he was licking her pussy as she panted and clenched her teeth.

"Rachel, you have the distinction of being the only woman who understands me. I'll be right over."

But first, of course, I fucked little Juliet til I came like a tenth grader.

Friday, October 2, 2009

A Taste of Chocolate

I don't understand how these things happen, they just do. I woke up one Saturday at about two in the afternoon, and was hanging around in bed, pulling my pud. The phone rings, and it's Rachel on the phone.
"Hey wanker, what's going on?"
Now, Rachel is kind of hot, in that nerd-girl-with-a-rack kind of way. And we've had a few memorable encounters. Just thinking about that, I stiffened up, and started to beat harder.
"Not much, baby -- just thinking about you," I said wryly.
"Yeah, I bet, I can hear you beating it. God, you're unbelievable. Anyway, if you can drop your cock long enough to come down here, I've got something you'll want to see."
"Oh, I know you've got that, Rachel."
"Shut up. I wouldn't come near you. I've got a real boyfriend now." She's seeing some guy who actually wants her for more than her pussy. He actually seems as smart as her, too. And he's not a douche. See, this is why Rachel is awesome.
"Anyway, perv, I'm calling you because I know you're a perv, and there's something here I know that you'll want to see. I just called Fred, and he's on his way down."
"What, to the candy factory? Are you at work?"
"Yeah, I have to do some inventory today, so there's not too many people here. You think I'd want people to know I hang around with you?"
"What the hell are you gonna show me at the candy factory?"
"Listen, perv, either show or don't. I'll be here for a couple hours." And she hung up.

The hell? Is this some weird come on? No -- that's not like Rachel. When she wants it, you know. Anyway, she's not a girl to waste somebody's time, so I pulled on my jeans, lit a cigarette, and hopped in the car.

I get to the candy factory, which is just a boring brick building in an industrial park, and she buzzes me in. She's standing in the reception area with a clipboard. She's wearing a baseball jersey and jeans, and those rectangle glasses. "I see you made it, perv. No, don't touch me. Where the hell is Fred?"
"How should I know? You know how Fred is." Fred, Rachel and I used to hang out. And by hang out, I mean we had a lot of drunk threesome sex.
"Okay, whatever. Come on back here. You're gonna love this." We walked back through the factory area, which seemed to be shut down for the weekend, to some rooms that had a lot of drying racks. In the corner was some kind of black mannequin.
"So, this was supposed to be for the company's thirtieth anniversary -- a woman made entirely of chocolate. They were going to feature it at the annual shareholders meeting." And it was pretty much that -- a voluptuous chocolate statue, wearing a negligee made of some kind of frosting. Rachel rolled her eyes. "I don't know whose dumb idea it was, but when Jennifer, that cast-iron bitch in marketing heard about it, she shut down the whole thing -- she's afraid that the Winkerton Candy Company will get flagged as the bunch of pervs they are."
I'm already bored. "You dragged me down here to look at a chocolate statue? She's not even that hot."
"Oh, like that's ever stopped you before." She had me on that. "Anyway, I'm supposed to dispose of it, and I was just going to break it up, and throw it away... but then an image of you fucking the thing came into my head, and I couldn't stop laughing."
"So, you brought me down here to mock me? Is that it?"
"No, dumbass. I know you -- you'd fuck an electric outlet if you could get your dick in there. I brought you down here because I want to see you fuck this thing."
"Screw you, Rachel."
"Nope... not today. Today, you fuck that statue."
"Shut up."
"Oh come on, Lambert," she said, putting on her baby voice, "won't you fuck that wittow old statue for little Rachel-Wachel?" She rubbed up against me, started rubbing my jeans, and gave me a long tongue kiss. "Please? Oh, I can feel how hard you are... tell you what... I'll get you started..." She unzipped my pants, pulled them down, got to her knees, and started blowing me. That girl knows how to suck a dick. "There -- nice and hard, and oooh, dripping already!" She stood up, and peeled off my t-shirt. "There, you and miss chocolate pussy are ready to go. Doesn't she look delicious? I'll give the two of you some privacy." And before I could say anything, she trotted out of the room, and closed the door behind me. Only then did I realize she had taken my clothes with her.
"God, she's a crazy bitch," I thought. And then I started thinking about whether to wait for her, or chase her, or what. Then I heard my stomach growl. I looked down at my growling stomach, and my erect cock, and couldn't help laughing as I looked over at my African Princess, the obvious answer to both problems. "Well, sweet thing," I said, laughing out loud, "let's check you out."
Really, it was a pretty amazing statue. Imagine a black Jessica Rabbitt, standing on tiptoe, wearing a yellow frosting negligee. I walked in a circle around it. She had her eyes closed, and was leaning over just a little, lips parted for a kiss. Beautiful tits and ass, and long, smooth legs. She even had long beautiful hair. "Well, sugar -- how about a kiss?" I put my lips against hers and stuck my tongue in her mouth, and what the hell?! Her mouth was filled with soft chocolate, and I could swear I felt a smooth gummy tongue in there. I couldn't help it, I started sucking on her face, and swallowing the chocolate that came out. "Damn, bitch! That was some kiss!" I kissed her again, and this time put my hand on the hard frosting on her tit. It crackled, and the frosting broke off in my hand, revealing a perfectly formed breast. A chocolate breast was more than I could resist, and I put my mouth over it and started sucking. It was sweet, and delicate, and melting in my mouth. I had chocolate and candy all over my face and hands. I started just eating the rest of the negligee, crunching the candy in my teeth, and giving her little nibbles all over. I don't eat a lot of candy, but I never wanted to stop eating this. Once I had the negligee mostly gone, I took another look at her: She had marks from where I'd been licking and sucking, but she was mostly intact. And then I thought, what about her pussy? Whoever made this thing gave that a LOT of attention. It looked perfect, even with chocolate pubes and a glistening chocolate clit. And it smelled... I don't know how to say it... it smelled like a candy pussy! And it was already glistening and wet, and I couldn't help it, I stuck my tongue in. It was like nothing else I've ever tasted in my life. The whole world melted away, and nothing existed but this hot, wet, chocolate pussy, that was dripping some kind of sweet hot goo somewhere between fudge, and maple syrup, god, I can't describe it, but all I wanted to do was lick and lick and lick that pussy. Then, suddenly, I realized I wasn't alone... and I'm thinking, Rachel, if you're here, please come fuck this thing with me. But it wasn't Rachel! It's the statue, and it's alive, and moaning with pleasure! It grabs my head and holds it against its pussy again, and so, obediently, I keep licking and licking. She sits on my chest, and pins me, and keeps grinding that delicious pussy into my face. With each moan of pleasure, there is another gush of caramel or fudge or honey into my mouth and throat -- its so good, that I almost don't realize that I'm drowning! My nose mouth and throat are completely filled with her hot melting love sauce, and my head is literally buried in her -- panicking, I jump up, and clear my airways. She is lying on her back in a puddle of her own juices, with a pouty look -- "Please, Lambert -- don't stop -- have some more..." and dipping her fingers into her chocolate pussy, she licks the sauce from her fingers. "Please, come down here and fuck me." I'm so freaked out, I just stare at this. What the hell is happening? This is impossible! But she doesn't care, and wetting her hands on her pussy, she reaches up with her delicate fingers, and wraps them around my cock, sliding them up and down, staring at my cock like it was a wonder of the far east. Up on her knees, she takes my cock in her mouth, and it was the smoothest thing I've ever felt. It felt like she had four tongues wrapped around it in there, and I just started fucking her head. Sometimes she would wince a little, and I saw that MY COCK HAD BROKEN THROUGH THE BACK OF HER HEAD! But as soon as I would pull it back, somehow the breaks would close up again. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, and thrusting forward, I cracked right through the back of her skull, and spurted come all over her back, and her ass.
"Oh, no, no, no..." she said. "That's no good. Little Lambert needs to give me the cream filling I need. Please Lambert, tell me you have more." She actually was crying little chocolate tears.
"Yes," I panted, "I have more."
"Oh, Goody!" She shouted, and slammed me down on the ground, hard, on my back, knocking the wind right out of me. She jumped in the air, and with a demonic grin, SLAMMED her pussy down onto my dick. She then started fucking me like a bat out of hell, moaning and screaming, and bouncing up and down faster than I'd ever been fucked in my life. As she fucked me, moaning and and bouncing, she started rubbing her chocolate tits, and white marshmallow started dripping out of them -- she squeeze them both, hard, and sprayed marshmallow into my mouth, and then fell on me for a kiss. Four tongues, like gummy worms, filled my mouth, and I was choking again on her syrup and sauce. Unable to breathe, and unable to move, because she had me pinned, I bit off one of the tongues, but another quickly took its place. Strugging and straining, I couldn't believe it -- I was going to die fucking some kind of chocolate demon doll. I started thinking that maybe, if I could come, that would end this, but on my second time, it can take me twenty minutes or more, even when I'm trying to come, and I know I can't hold my breath that long. Just as I was starting to black out, she took her face off of mine, and screamed! Once I could blink the chocolate from my eyes to see what was going on, I realized that while she was riding my pole, Fred was here, too, and was fucking her up the ass! She seemed almost paralyzed with joy, her face frozen in an "O", making a low, guttural howl.
"Fred!" I shouted, "thank God you're here!"
"I don't know what the hell this is," he shouted back, "but damn if I don't want a piece of it!"
She suddenly became angry. "Shut up, the two of you! Fuck me! Please, please fuck me!"
She started to orgasm, and hard -- it felt like pop rocks in there, and as she started to squeeze, Fred and I started to moan in unison, as we've done many times before, and as we both came into her, she exploded into pure liquid -- like a giant water balloon, filled with hot fudge.
We both lay there, on our backs, panting, covered in chocolate. The whole room was covered in chocolate, like some kind of chocolate bomb had exploded.
"Jesus Christ!" shouted Rachel, as she stormed in. "Fred, when did you get here? What did you bastards do? Who is going to clean all this up?"
We got out of there, fast.