The chemical ritual

Today isn't like all the other days. I'm moving differently as I make my way to my new online crush's private chat. God, this woman is so fucking sexy, and she smokes crystal, so it makes her even hotter. It was instant attraction the moment we spoke when I entered the chat room and was greeted with a "let's smoke and get strange" comment. Instantly, I'm drawn in. So I set up the Zoom room.

While we were smoking, I threw out the idea of meeting up to really smoke and get real strange. She obliged. So there I was thinking, y'know, how the fuck am I going to get to Fresno? It's a bit of a mission. But for that piece of ass, I'll make the trip.

No problema. I then grab a backpack, a couple of outfits, some crystal, and a couple of points just in case things get real wild. I look up train tickets and book a seat on the next train. That way, it'll take four hours. But trust me, it's going to be worth it. I saw the things that she can do by herself; imagine if I was there. The things I'd do to that woman would be illegal in three states. I picked up the phone, gave my fuck toy a call, and let her know I was on the way and that I needed her nice and wet by the time I got there. She stated that she was already there and that I needed to hurry the fuck up. I nodded and headed to the station. On my way there, I smoked a fat bowl and sniffed a huge line. Instantly turned on.

It was about to be one hell of a four hours. I began to look for the sluttiest-looking woman to sit across from or a few seats over. I've been doing a move since the Obama administration that hasn't failed me yet. So here's how it goes down. Take notes—class is in session.

While walking down one of the rows, I spot this short, thick Asian woman wearing a revealing skirt. It was one of those skirts, you know—she had no panties on, straight-up commando. As I suspected, bare pussy. Shaven, with some tight lips exposed, just begging me to look at it. So being the gentleman I am, I sat across from her and gave that beaver a good stare-down. I then grabbed a magazine and pretended to read it. She gave me a look and a smile. I took that as a sign that she wanted me to take my dick out and stroke it in front of her. So I slowly unzipped my pants, pulled out this rowdy cock of mine, and began to stroke it.

Now, when it comes to this move, it goes one of two ways:

* She looks at you stroking, gets grossed out, and instantly walks off.

* She stares at you stroking your cock and decides to sit next to you to stroke it for you—maybe even give you a nice suck.

She finally looks over and sees what I am doing. I'm waiting for the signal. Instead, she gives it a good, long look and stays right where she is. She surprises me by taking her right hand—that just had a nail job done—and rubbing her white panties, massaging her pussy right in front of me, clear as day. I begin stroking harder at the sight of that juicy pussy. So there we are, two grown adults having a masturbation session for the books.

I take it upon myself to sit next to her. I put my face down in her lap and begin eating her pussy like it was my first day back from war and I'd been deprived of vagina for a couple of years. She begins thrusting her hips into my face as I lick her clean and finger her asshole. I tell her to meet me in the bathroom, that this is just the beginning.

I get up and walk to the bathroom, and by the time I turn around, there she is with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Right away, I waste no time. I turn her around and bend her over. As I get on my knees, I stick my face right in her tight little ass. My, oh my, did it taste like heaven. Supposing heaven was a hot piece of ass, that was it. I began licking her tight hole, using my tongue like her new sponge to clean herself with. God, the squirms she was making turned me on even more.

I stood up with my cock rock-hard and started to rub her asshole with it. I could tell she wanted it because she grabbed my cock right away and guided me inside. She started bouncing her ass right onto my cock. She was so tight that I grabbed her by her hips and began to pound her. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan and gasp for air. Apparently, I was pounding so fast and hard she couldn't catch her breath. I was known for buckling a woman's knees and having her collapse in sheer pleasure, and I intended to do just that. I could tell she was almost there because her asshole was gripping my cock for dear life. A few more pumps, and there it was—she creamed all over my cock and collapsed as she started to cum profusely.

I instantly looked in the mirror and gave myself acknowledgment. I then looked at my watch and noticed I had killed three hours and fifty minutes; we were almost there. I turned around, gave this woman a high-five she definitely deserved, and walked out of the bathroom. Walking out, I noticed fifteen faces looking right at me, some with looks of concern, hoping the woman I left in there was still alive. I nodded at them and said, "She's reliving the last 20 years; she'll be out in a few."

The train began slowing down. I rushed over to grab my bag. My cock was getting hard just knowing that in only an hour or so, I'd be pounding some pussy I'd been craving since day one. I was so excited I could barely hold it in. I rushed off the train, running through the station to the first taxi I saw. I jumped in like I was the Fresh Prince on his way to Bel-Air. I sent my boo-thing a text to let her know I touched down and was on the way to eat that sweet ass.

Fifteen minutes later, we finally arrived. I gave the driver a fifty-spot and told him to wish me luck, that I was about to be reborn today. He looked at me and told me to get the hell out of his taxi. I gave his bald head a good rub for luck and jumped out. Vibing, too, only feet away from what was about to be the best sex ever. I walked to the door, fixing the very noticeable bulge I had for this woman. God, I couldn't wait to pull those panties down.

I knocked with purpose: knock, knock, knock. I stood there, gearing up as I heard footsteps moving quickly toward the door. As the front door opened, I locked eyes with my 5'2", 105-pound Native American piece of fuckberry pie. She showed up wearing tight short-shorts that left her ass cheeks hanging out and an Oakland Raiders shirt tight enough to hug those 34C tits nice and tight, with long, straight black hair reaching the top of her ass crack.

She looked into my eyes with pure lust. "Daddy, I'm so glad you're here. Come over here and grab this ass."

I walked up to her, began kissing her, and squeezed an ass cheek. I walked inside and shut the door behind me. She led me to the living room, where she had a smoking setup on the table: a pretty nice Scooby-Doo bubbler with a matching two-foot bong next to it. She asked if I would like something to drink, to sit down, and to get comfortable. I told her I'd have whatever she was having as I took my backpack off and sat down.

I opened the front pouch of my bag and pulled out two size 31 syringes just as she walked back in with the drinks. I surprised her with them and asked if she would like to hit one.

She said, "Oh, Daddy, you're just trying to bang my brains out, aren't you?"

I nodded and said, "Hell to the fucking yeah I am, baby."

I started preparing them. I did my usual 90, and for my ice queen, I gave her a thick 60. Once the shots were made, I showed her, and she went, "Holy shit, this is for me?"

I told her, "By the time this shit hits, you're going to be so fucking lit you may just cum instantly from the rush."

She put her arm out. I wrapped the tourniquet and began to hit a vein I found. She registered pretty quickly, so I started injecting the crystal. She instantly began to cough. Almost done, baby. 30, 20, 10... All done. I grabbed some cotton and placed it over the injection site as she lifted her arm and coughed furiously. Once the coughing stopped, she sat down and began rubbing herself, moaning already.

I quickly hit myself. My rush was so intense that I instantly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out as I undressed. I looked over at my girl, and she was fingering her pussy intensely at a pace so fast and rough. I quickly walked over to her, and she grabbed my cock and shoved it in her mouth, throat-fucking herself on every inch, choking on it while spitting up cum every time she came back up. God, she had gone wild. She made sure to finger-fuck her soaked pussy at the same time. For five minutes, I held onto her hair as I fucked her face, and she loved every minute of it. That's my girl. Take that cock.

I finally released my cock from her mouth and stood her up. I turned her around and bent her over the coffee table. I grabbed my swollen yard-cock, spread her cheeks apart, and slid into her tight, shaven pussy. She was so wet no lube was needed. I grabbed her hips and shoved every bit into her; she let out a loud moan. I told her I wanted another one, so I did it again—harder and deeper. She let out a scream of pure pleasure. I held her hips and made her pussy my new hole to fuck. I pounded hard and without mercy. She begged me to fuck her like a whore, so I went faster and harder until her legs gave out and she collapsed. First orgasm.

She had a full-body spasm on the floor as her eyes rolled back and juices flowed out of that tight cunt of hers. I gave her no time to rest. I picked her up, shoved her down onto my cock, and told her, "Ride this dick." I clasped her ass cheeks. "I want you going fast and non-stop."

She moaned, "Yes, Daddy."

She started grinding on my cock as she moved her hips like a belly dancer, delivering a perfectly executed motion. She put her hands on my chest and started bouncing up and down on my cock. I felt her creaming. She went faster and faster until she screamed, "I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

She sat straight up on my cock as she flooded my shaft and hips with a flow of juices. My god, it was so warm and so much. She threw herself off my cock and lay on the ground twitching. I sat up, grabbed hold of her, and flipped her over as I put my face in her ass, eating it like a Thanksgiving meal. I worshipped her sweet ass. For what seemed like an eternity to her, she pushed her ass back against my face, rubbing it all over my beard.

I lay on my back and told her to sit on my face. Without hesitation, she squatted down on my mouth and began to grind. With my tongue deep in her asshole, she started moaning louder and more intensely.

Finally, I got her down on all fours and began fucking her like the animal she'd become, pounding her out until I felt like I was going to cum. Before nutting, I pulled my cock out and shoved it back down her throat as she pumped what would be the fastest, thickest load of cum she'd ever had the pleasure of milking out with her mouth.

Fully drained, I pulled out, and we both lay on the floor—hearts racing, sweat running down our bodies. After a while, we got enough strength to look over at each other and high-five, showing genuine appreciation for what had just taken place.

Out of nowhere, she asked if I wanted to smoke. I said, "Sure." We both sat up and slowly walked to the couch, where we began a very long, well-deserved session.

To this day, we take two days out of the month to spend a weekend together just partying and destroying each other sexually. She truly is unique, one of a kind—and a good friend.

Hats off to her... the end.