Chapter II

Chapter Dos

...Only By the Night

Name: Unknown

Age: 17

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 100 Lbs

Her vagina is puffy, swollen from the beating I've been giving it for the last two and a half hours. Her Pubic Hair is sharp and poking my clean shaven abdomen. She obviously hasn't shaved in a few days. What could she possibly be so busy with that she can't shave the nether regions? The Hair its self is light brown, which is amusing to me because I was under the impression that usually everyone's pubic hair color is black, regardless of what color the hair on their head is. The exception being red heads of course. We all know what that looks like.

            I keep pounding her crotch like a 2x4 smacking a thick cut of beef. This action makes a hard packing sound like when a fist hits a chest. I am clearly fucking the shit out of her. She is shaking and screaming out for me to stop, which is not going to happen because she is about to cum again for the twelfth time and it's gonna be a really good one on her part. Plus the longer I hold out the better my orgasm will be. 

            I’m having to fuck the shit out of her because I've fucked her for way too long and I can barely feel anything. Her vaginal canal is like an open gaping hole. Like a gourd, all hollow and huge. She stutters out my name in the shadows of muffled screams. Her incessant panting is getting annoying, but I do appreciate her volume. It turns me on. This is getting old. Come on bitch, cum!

Name: Ashlee “Ash” McKenzie

Age: 17

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 115 Lbs

Rating: 7

Our unusual assembling played out like a song, with a rhythm similar to that of I Constantly Thank God for Estabon by Panic! At the Disco.         We met earlier at Kale’s house. He was having a party. She was Ash's cousin from Minnesota. Completely fucking ripe from meticulous hair to toe. She had died black hair with orange tiger stripes in the back. One eye had thicker eyeliner than the other. This was obviously a reference to A Clockwork Orange, which is totally wicked. At any rate, it didn't really matter ‘cause it was all smeared to hell now, as was the single star under the opposite eye.

            She wore black skinny jeans and a tight black and purple Syn Gates beater. Two loose white-studded belts took up her hips (the one on bottom was turned to the side of course and the one on top had a brass knuckles belt buckle.) She also wore my favorite: suspenders, white, worn down, and a white flag hangin out the back pocket. All of which was now lying on Kale’s bedroom floor beside her shoes, which were white purple and black old school Air force One high-tops, that the skinnies went directly into. Kale and his girlfriend Stacy were fucking beside us.

Name: Stacy Hill

Age: 16

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 100 Lbs

Rating: 8 ½

            When we got to the bedroom I removed her jeans to find a wicked pair of black and purple lace boy shorts. When the shirt came off she was wearing a black and pink skull bra. It was cute, but it didn't match and disappointment surged over me until I took it off and saw her huge erect nipples. She had a fat vagina, which is something I prefer in a vagina, so I was pleased with that. Fucking hostile through and through.

            She was long and skinny like Paris Hilton. Small tits and ass. Green eyes. Thin top lip, fat lower lip. She even had the V cut on her stomach-to-hip area. All and all I'd give her a 7 at the most. not the hottest girl I've ever fucked, but who cares. And as long as I’m good, that’s all that matters. As Jackson says "Moo shu is moo shu man!" Ash must have told her I had a big penis; I assume that's why she came up and talked to me. Ash would know this bit of info because we fuck at least once a week. The smell of Love Spell filled my vacant nostrils. She likes Victoria’s Secret I guess. She has good taste. I have an ex that uses the same brand.

A few minutes after we started talking she asked me if I wanted to make out in the hallway. So of course, we did. When we got to the hallway, she pushed me against the wall and started kissing me softly. She bit my bottom lip. Ash must have told her that that turns me on. I bit her back, then grabbed her ass and pulled her into me. After making out for like five minutes she rubbed her palm against my crotch and said "Fuck, you are big!"

This made me smile ‘cause at that point I knew Ash had let her in on our little secret.

            She pulled me into Kale’s bedroom and pushed me on the bed. She gave me head for ten minutes, kissed up my stomach, to my neck and looked at me. She said "Do you wanna fuck now?" I didn't answer her. Instead I flipped her on her back and started kissing her. I unbuttoned her jeans with my hand, pushed my fingers down her panties and fingered her with my middle and index fingers, making sure to lightly press up in order to stimulate her G spot. She came twice during this segment.

            I slide her jeans off and than her boy shorts. I eat her out. She is very wet and very warm by this point and tastes great. The aroma is playful and endearing like the way a tart dessert or a fresh cooked piece of meat tends to linger. What a beautiful body. After five minutes of that she cums, so I remove her top and bra. I suck and lick on her nipples and then pull my penis out. I rub the head of it against her labia and clitoris. She lets out a soft moan. I than slide my penis halfway in, so as to tease her a bit. She demands my cock. I adjust her thighs very strategically so as her vaginal canal will have an ideal angle, allowing for optimal penetration. I do this with my hands. I take out my penis and then put it back, this time sliding it all the way in. Her head pushes back and she moans loudly. I smile.              

            I think her name is Valerie? I don't know. I can't remember and I really don't care.

She cums. Finally! That makes twelve, so I'm out.

Ok let's see here, her body, look at her face, her vag as you pulled those panties off, and...There we go!

The orgasm washes over my entire body in one big angelic wave. I am numb. I am free. The climax of resolution. Purity in its most refined form. This is my heroin; purity. What an amazing feeling it is to come.

I pull out and shoot the warm load into her face and, as the pressure lessens, in a line down her chest and stomach.

            I stand, pull my boxer briefs up and slip on my all white Japanese Empyreal sun Tuks. I wipe my hand across the cum on her nose and mouth and, as I leave the room, I smear it across Kale's naked back. He screams and I laugh. I should have “segulled” him. I go outside to smoke a cigarette. My Marlboro menthol light 72's. When I get to the front porch, I piss in the yard. My penis is floppy and limp. Tired and pulsing from the thrashing. The head is tucked into the foreskin so I pull back the hood. When I’m done I pull my underwear up and then light my cigarette. As I light it I smell her juice still fresh on my hand. What a beautiful smell. I look up as I take the first inhale. The night sky looks sexy.

…She was fucking hostile from head to toe.     

Chapter One

Chapter I

The Linebacker and the Truths

“I just don’t quite understand the whole concept behind the one” he said holding his fork between the chubby, baby-like, fingers of his right hand. We were eating Chinese (my favorite food in the world) and he was sitting across from me. He was Tanner, although he now preferred to be called Rock. Apparently that was the name he was born with, but was instead alternatively called Tanner by his family, because everyone else in the family had “T” names. This bit of information had managed to become unknown to me in the whole four years of school that I attended with him.  He was also the only one in his family that was big. I mean he was a big kid back when I went to school with him (before I got kicked out), but I figured he would have grown out of it, or at least do what happen to me, and grow into his weight, but he didn’t. He was like an NFL linebacker. Well, minus the height. He was only about six foot. He had dark, messy blonde hair that stuck up in the back. His two glossy eyes sunk deep into his chubby, also baby-like face, which always seem to keep a smile on it. He had a scabbed fever blister. It looked pretty bad and I wondered where it came from. He didn’t dress exceptionally “well.” Of course when you’re that big you can’t exactly buy normal clothes. You have to buy whatever is big enough. I only know this because I use to be pretty big myself. He wore kaki cargo shorts and a t-shirt. I replied.

“Ok …well what do you not understand?” I said taking a bite of my sweet and sour chicken. “Well, like how do you know that person is the one? What makes you sure?” he said. I wanted to tell him “you just know” or “it just feels right” or one of those carnal/worldly answers, but that wasn’t the right answer. First of all “you just know” is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, and “it just feels right” is also completely ridiculous. A lot of things in life feel like they might be right, but it doesn’t actually make them right. Feelings are good things, but can easily become bad things. Feelings are cheap and can change in a second. Feelings are merely the second level of thoughts and thoughts can be so trivial and completely unreasonable that you find yourself lost in your own head, and if you get lost in your own head, well than, you’ve got a bigger problem than feelings.

So I told him the right answer. I said “only God can tell you that. You need to pray and ask God what’s up with this girl. If she’s the one start fixing yourself, start making you better, than pursue her in a meaningful and pure friendship. Once you have her friendship you will have the foundation for a blessed and sanctified relationship in God, and that, my friend, is the only relationship worth having. That is the relationship you will want and need for your life.” God was truly speaking through me.  “Alright, sounds good” he said. He had a look of utter disbelief on his face, disbelief that I would have such wise nuggets of wisdom for him. I can’t blame him. I should have had that look on my face too.

His reasoning was the same as mine: We both knew how I was as a kid. I was obnoxious and loud. Pretty much everyone was annoyed by my lack of filter or even care to have a filter. I was completely Shiftless (lazy) and fat. I ate everything and was really weird. My grooming habits were definitely not wonderful. I wore whatever clothes I wanted too and didn’t match at all. My haircut was always short and cropped and I wore big goofy glasses that made my already huge eyes bulge even more. I was bigger than everyone and yet I was so passive it was ridiculous. The kicker is I was very smart. So on top of all my abnormalities I would talk with an elevated demeanor, which made the other kids feel as if I was trying to make them feel stupid. I wasn’t. I talked about things that no other kid talked about like the musical and lyrical differences between the Beatles’ early and later periods and who was better Elton John or Billy Joel. These kids had never heard of the Beatles or Elton John, much less knew about their music. Their parents were not intellectual people with Master’s degrees, like mine. They were either rich or had nine kids like Tanner-slash-Rock’s family, in which case you would have to have a substantial amount of money to support all of those kids. Or at least that’s what I thought as a child, going to that school.

It is amazing to me how far I’ve come in only a couple of months. It shouldn’t be because it’s God and the possibilities of God can never be limited, but to my vastly complex, yet somehow, laughably simple in reasoning, human mind it’s unbelievable. We are always amazed when God does something big. We say things like “I was on the verge of death and destruction and God saved me from my evil ways and redeemed my wretched life.” How funny is that? God can never be on the verge of death simply because he can never be on the verge of defeat, and if you have God in your life, really in your life, working through you and in you, you have the power, authority and ability to never be defeated again. By whom, by the devil, Satan, Lucifer, whatever you want to call him, and Christians don’t understand that. We never have to be defeated again.

…And even though I knew this, I couldn’t help but wonder in my, once again, oxymoron of a mind, if the people with me right now would still feel the same way if they knew what I had done. Would Tanner/Rock still respect my words of wisdom if he knew what I had done? Would Tasha, my wonderful, beautiful, amazingly spiritual girlfriend that was sitting beside me, who I was set to marry, still love and cherish me the way she does if she knew what I had done? These were the questions I really needed answered, by an old school mate, at a Chinese restaurant.