JELLO

July 26, 2018 [WILDLY KRAZY]—As usual, we were hanging out and partying; except this time, we were partying in an abandon house that one of our Krazee's parents owned out in the sticks, next to their farm.

I am "Mike," by the way—just to clarify the writer of this article.

Anyways, there wasn't any electricity to the house, so we sat up flash lights throughout the house, along with glow in the dark sticks.

Playing "strip-quarters," Nick and Brandon sat at one of the tables with Kelsi, Camila, Echo, and a girl name Sarah.

Obviously, the idea of "strip-quarters" is to get people naked—similar to "strip-poker." However, with "strip-quarters," everyone has a shot glass in front of them, and everyone takes a turn shooting a quarter into any glass that they choose. If a quarter lands into your shot glass, the shooter gets to choose an article of clothing for you to strip. The shooter continues to shoot until he or she misses.

Of course, all four females were damn near naked, while all four were stripped of their panties…a strategy that Nick and Brandon frequently used during the parties.

KRAZED, on the other hand, was off in the other room, bullshitting with a group of people.

Meanwhile, I had been talking with this Gothic chick damn near the entire night, as she followed me around like a lost-puppy, flirting with me, and occasionally, grabbing my dick.

Showing up with three other friends, I had no idea who she was, but she was pretty damn sexy. Dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl, mixed with Dracula's wife, the Goth girl supported a red and black plaid mini-skirt, a black Ozzy Osbourne graphic tee shirt—printed in solid white—along with black, knee-high socks, and black boots.

Resembling a Gothic Avril Lavigne, this girl had pale-white skin, bright blue eyes, and raven-black hair, along with black lip-stick that made her even more sexy. Admittedly, Gothic girls were not my type, but this girl pulled it off well. Petite and physically fit, this girl had long, sexy legs, perky breasts, chiseled, curvy hips, and a sexy, round-tight ass, creating urges for masturbatory fantasies.

Eventually, her and I were in a dark corner of the abandon house, making out, as I fondled her tits. Consequently, her and I found our way inside of my car, making out and stripping butt-ass-naked.

Parked under a huge tree, next to countless other cars, my car sat in a pitch-black area of the field, near the abandoned house. In addition to that, there were zero street lights, during a stormy, autumn night, so it was so dark outside, I could barely see 10-feet outside of my car, which was a perfect scenario for some sloppy sex.

Outside of the occasional thunder, it was dead-quite outside, too, because everyone converged inside the house, avoiding the occasional rain and lightning.

Just as I pictured, the Goth chick had a flat, chiseled stomach, and perky tits that raped my eye-balls.

Energetically, we made out for about 10-minutes, as she sat on my lap, while I fingered her from behind. All the while, she stroked my dick, and jerked me off. Thus, at this point, my dick was harder than Popeye high on spinach.

Kissing my stomach and down to my dick, she then wraps her hand around, and started kissing the shaft of my dick…

Confused, I just sat there and stared, as she practically French-kissed my dick.

Undoubtedly, it was the first time I had ever had a girl French-kiss my dick, but I just sat there, letting her do her thing.

Eventually, she worked her way up to the head of my dick, and wrapped her lips around the tip of the head, and sat there, doing nothing. With her lips wrapped around the tip of my dick, I just stared at her, confused, in dead-silenced, expecting more…

Apparently, though, she could see on my face how confused I was, so she said, "sorry, this is the first time I have ever given a blowjob. Does it feel good?"

Shocked and confused, I asked, "are you a virgin?"

"No—I have had sex one time, but I have never given a blowjob before," she replied.

Even more confused, I thought to myself, "how do you have sex without oral sex involved?"

Nevertheless, I decided I would try to help her out, and teach her how to give a blowjob.

"You have to fold your tongue, and suck it like you would a Popsicle," I said, trying to describe a blowjob.

Resembling a chocking dog, she stuck out her tongue, and wrapped her mouth around my dick, just sitting there as she licked my dick.

"That is the ugliest blowjob I have ever seen," I thought to myself, trying not to laugh.

"Okay—now move your head up and down," I tried to explain.

Looking like a Plecostomus fish stuck to the side of a fish tank, she puckered her lips, and bobbed her head, as I tried not to laugh.

After letting out a gag noise, she blurts out, "this is so confusing… Just eat me."

Following her command, I flipped her over on her back, and began eating her pussy. Within five minutes, her back arched into the air, as she dug her finger nails into my back, screaming out a loud, moan sound.

"You're welcome," I thought to myself.

"Fuck me," she yelled, with an evil grin.

Without questioning, I spread her legs, and forced my dick into her extremely tight pussy.

Petite and extremely tight, her pussy was smooth and bold, except for a neatly trimmed, narrow landing strip, inches above her clit.

Gripping my dick like an undersized, rubber glove, I fucked her pussy missionary style. Unbelievably tight, I only lasted five or six strokes, before busting a nut all over her stomach and chest.

Within seconds of nutting, a large group of people started banging on the windows of my car, shouting, "13-seconds! 13-seconds!"

Looking all around, I saw people's heads plastered against every window of my car, while fuckers laid across the hood and trunk of my car, peeking in through the windshield and back window.

Evidently, her moaning and my concentration kept us from noticing our perverted voyeurs.

Embarrassed, the Goth girl and I get dressed, while fuckers continued to shout, "13-seonds!"

Exiting the car, we noticed a group of about 30 standing around our car, as they laughed and giggled.

"You only lasted thirteen seconds!" Matt screamed, while laughing.

"Jello!" Nick blurts out.

"Jello!" the crowd screamed and laughed.

Looking over at KRAZED as he smiled, he said, "wipe off your mouth, Krazee."

Following his advice, I wiped off my mouth with my arm, leaving behind white, thick, pussy juice across my arm.

"Jello is still hanging off your beard," KRAZED said, laughing.

"How long were you idiots watching?" I asked the crowd.

"The whole time!" Nick blurts out, laughing.

"I don't know…I just walked outside as you were getting out of the car. I think Nick and Matt first saw you guys," KRAZED said, smiling.

From that point on, the Goth chick earned the nickname, "Jello."