I ran into some real friends and twitter friends. Shot the shit. Was really enjoying myself. Had two specialty drinks without “tipping” all the way over, but I felt like I could at any second.
I made my way to the DJ booth to holla at him. Did that. Met a friend of his too. Let’s just say he had a way with words.
After a few hours of dancing, drinking, sneaking in the back to smoke, and feeling up the DJ, last call was, ummmm, called? I still don’t know how long last call is because as soon as they call it everyone leaves. Hell, somebody else still serving liquor!
So anyway, I make my rounds and say my bye. Go to say bye to the DJ, he talking bout – “Stay. Come get some food with us afterward.” Well hell, I’m drunk, high, and hungry. Why not? He spins a few more records, packs his shit up and we leave. Cool.
We went to some spot I never heard of and was munched out. When we were done with our food, I yawned. I thought I should probably go, make my way to my bed; but, the DJ and the man with a way with words look at each other and tell me to stay.
Fast forward. We’re at the DJ’s house. I’m slightly confused as to why I’m there, well actually why all three of us are there. Then I realize they both tryna get me. I become overwhelmed with the need to – “Shower. I really feel the need to take a shower.” The DJ leads me to the bathroom and gives me towels, all the while having this sly grin on his face.
I undress, get in the shower, and lather up. That’s when I hear the door open, clothes shifting, and the shower curtain open on each side. Word man in front of me, and the DJ behind me with his dick pressed up against my ass. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed my hips. I stood perfectly still. “I’m gonna tell you what to do”, he whispered in my ear, before placing light kisses on my shoulders. All I could do was nod. “Look at him. Now kiss him”, he continued to whisper. “Now rub your hands up his chest to his shoulders. Take one hand and trail it down his spine until you are cupping one of his ass cheeks. Now slap it.”
The slap jerked the man of, now, not so many words away from me. He looked slightly violated and intrigued while the shower head assaulted the back of his head. I giggled.
“Tell her what you want her to do now.” Clearly the DJ was running the shots, and is still dry from hiding behind me. Not for long.
Words stroked the length of his member. It wasn’t until then that I noticed his size. Moderately lengthy. Thick as a plum. At least that’s what the tip reminded me of. “I want you to treat my tip like a lollipop.” I dropped down and began licking and sucking his tip like a blowpop. The DJ hit my back instructing me to get in a tabletop position. With my ass now tooted up toward him, the DJ began to tease my clit with his tongue. I kept working on my lollipop, taking more and more of it in my mouth against instruction. In the midst of our slurp fest, the water started getting cooler, but I was getting hotter.
Words stopped me to ask what I knew about rimming. I only admitted to knowing what it was. He turned around and bent over and gave instructions. I licked the shit out of his asshole, not literally. I moved further south, licking and teasing the spot between his ass and his balls. I moved my mouth back and forth between the two places using my hand to tease his balls and finally jacking him off. Skeet skeet on the shower walls.
Meanwhile, the DJ is reciting his ABCs on my clit and sucking out every bit of nectar I can make. He slips a few fingers inside when Words tops him. Change in the lineup. “Stop”, Words tells me. “I want you to do to him what you just did to me.” The DJ stops and gives Words a look of confusion. I stand up and turn DJ around and bend him over. His back tries to arch in protest, so I slap his ass. Boom. Payback. The DJ mutters, “but I didn’t make her cum yet”, as he submits. I began my ass licking sequence while Words starts on me. First, my clit while rubbing on my ass. Then, he moves to my ass. Now a good rimming is always welcome in my neighborhood. He sticks two or three fingers inside my pussy while giving the nerve endings on my asshole a real treat. Just as I am putting the final strokes on the DJ, Words speeds up causing me and the DJ to climax simultaneously. I drop to the shower floor and let the water swirl all around me. Words looks at the DJ and says, “DP.” The DJ nods. I say, “Not in my ass!”
We got out the shower and dry off. Words grabs me by the hand and leads me to the bed. He stands in front of me and gently unrolls a condom over his erection. He uses something to lube it up and then tells me to turn around. He takes his time rubbing the lube all over my ass, teasing my curves, slapping it and watching it jiggle. He puts some lube near my asshole. I immediately tense up. He rubs my arms, breast, and hips to try and calm me down. He lays me on the bed and throws my legs over. I kinda feel like a baby about to have my diaper changed. I giggle. He takes this as an opportunity to begin sliding in my tightest hole. I cringe and try not to tense up. He slowly goes in inch by inch until I feel his pubic hairs against my thighs. He moves out slowly but quickens as he reenters. The DJ takes his time putting on a condom as I continue to adjust to the new pain and pleasure I feel. Words pulls my lower back off the bed as the DJ holds my legs down and straddles them. He is standing in front of Words, facing me. As Words finds a more comfortable rhythm, the DJ slides into me. I let out a shrill gasp. My body doesn’t know how to react. I place my heels on his shoulders, matching his thrusts. I also am matching Words’ thrusts. The room is filled with our soundtrack. Skin on skin rhythm. Deep primal grunt bass. The low hum of a tenor sax. The harmonious moans of “Oh, shit” coming from my throat. We rocked and rocked until finally Words couldn’t take anymore and unloaded. He pulled out, pulled off the condom, got dressed and left the bass and I with no tenor. We didn’t need it. Our song lasted well past the 9th ward roosters and the early morning chirps of the birds. When our song finally ended, my legs were limp as noodles and my poor coochie was down for the count.
As the DJ slept, I left to get ready for another night at the pyramid…
Words stroked the length of his member. It wasn’t until then that I noticed his size. Moderately lengthy. Thick as a plum. At least that’s what the tip reminded me of. “I want you to treat my tip like a lollipop.” I dropped down and began licking and sucking his tip like a blowpop. The DJ hit my back instructing me to get in a tabletop position. With my ass now tooted up toward him, the DJ began to tease my clit with his tongue. I kept working on my lollipop, taking more and more of it in my mouth against instruction. In the midst of our slurp fest, the water started getting cooler, but I was getting hotter.
Words stopped me to ask what I knew about rimming. I only admitted to knowing what it was. He turned around and bent over and gave instructions. I licked the shit out of his asshole, not literally. I moved further south, licking and teasing the spot between his ass and his balls. I moved my mouth back and forth between the two places using my hand to tease his balls and finally jacking him off. Skeet skeet on the shower walls.
Meanwhile, the DJ is reciting his ABCs on my clit and sucking out every bit of nectar I can make. He slips a few fingers inside when Words tops him. Change in the lineup. “Stop”, Words tells me. “I want you to do to him what you just did to me.” The DJ stops and gives Words a look of confusion. I stand up and turn DJ around and bend him over. His back tries to arch in protest, so I slap his ass. Boom. Payback. The DJ mutters, “but I didn’t make her cum yet”, as he submits. I began my ass licking sequence while Words starts on me. First, my clit while rubbing on my ass. Then, he moves to my ass. Now a good rimming is always welcome in my neighborhood. He sticks two or three fingers inside my pussy while giving the nerve endings on my asshole a real treat. Just as I am putting the final strokes on the DJ, Words speeds up causing me and the DJ to climax simultaneously. I drop to the shower floor and let the water swirl all around me. Words looks at the DJ and says, “DP.” The DJ nods. I say, “Not in my ass!”
We got out the shower and dry off. Words grabs me by the hand and leads me to the bed. He stands in front of me and gently unrolls a condom over his erection. He uses something to lube it up and then tells me to turn around. He takes his time rubbing the lube all over my ass, teasing my curves, slapping it and watching it jiggle. He puts some lube near my asshole. I immediately tense up. He rubs my arms, breast, and hips to try and calm me down. He lays me on the bed and throws my legs over. I kinda feel like a baby about to have my diaper changed. I giggle. He takes this as an opportunity to begin sliding in my tightest hole. I cringe and try not to tense up. He slowly goes in inch by inch until I feel his pubic hairs against my thighs. He moves out slowly but quickens as he reenters. The DJ takes his time putting on a condom as I continue to adjust to the new pain and pleasure I feel. Words pulls my lower back off the bed as the DJ holds my legs down and straddles them. He is standing in front of Words, facing me. As Words finds a more comfortable rhythm, the DJ slides into me. I let out a shrill gasp. My body doesn’t know how to react. I place my heels on his shoulders, matching his thrusts. I also am matching Words’ thrusts. The room is filled with our soundtrack. Skin on skin rhythm. Deep primal grunt bass. The low hum of a tenor sax. The harmonious moans of “Oh, shit” coming from my throat. We rocked and rocked until finally Words couldn’t take anymore and unloaded. He pulled out, pulled off the condom, got dressed and left the bass and I with no tenor. We didn’t need it. Our song lasted well past the 9th ward roosters and the early morning chirps of the birds. When our song finally ended, my legs were limp as noodles and my poor coochie was down for the count.
As the DJ slept, I left to get ready for another night at the pyramid…
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