Friday, March 15, 2013

The Quickie Chronicles - 27 Lives

Last night was supposed to be a quiet evening at home. How High was on BET, that Cool Ranch Doritos Locos Taco Box didn't owe me nothing, and my couch was the most comfortable it had been in days. I was really settled for the night, until I received a text from my cousin. He informed me of a "wonderful opportunity" that was brewing. [Translation: "Man, they got these 5 heauxs here from out of town, and they bout that life!] Not one to pass up some "opportunity," I threw on some clothes and headed downtown.

*Due to time restrictions, we will fast forward this story a little bit.*

Immediately after walking into Krazy Korner, Danielle, the shot girl, approached Gina and I to purchase a shot. At $3 a pop, I didn't see the harm in buying two shots. However, Danielle put both test tubes into her mouth, and poured them directly into Gina's mouth. Gina, who had apparently never experienced something like that before, now focused her drunken attention on Danielle, and decided to show her how much she enjoyed her shots. Without warning, she began twerking for Jesus / shaking for the Savior on Danielle. As the bumping and grinding continued, Danielle whispered to me, "She's really turning me on right now...." As Gina clung to her hips, Danielle turned around, climbed on top of the bar, and started kissing the bartender, Jasmine. It was at this point that I made a decision. Since a cat has 9 lives, and there were 3 girls....I was definitely interested in the 27 lives at my disposal.

*Due to time restrictions, we will fast forward this story a little bit more.*

Still within plain view of everyone, iPhones recording, and with Gina now seated on the bar, Danielle and I put our hands together, moved Gina's panties to the side, and began fingering her in unison. Danielle used her fingers to ring the doorbell, while my fingers knocked on the door. With the all the attention we were getting, Danielle was extremely turned on now, and began rubbing "me" through my jeans. With the foreplay reaching its breaking point, Danielle said, "Look, I'm trying to fu*k both of y'all. Can we just do this?"

She pulled Gina down from on top of the bar, grabbed her by the hand, said something to Jasmine, and motioned me to follow her. We wound up taking a back stairwell to the second floor of the club, where Danielle opened the door to the break room. She led us inside, closed the door, and it went down.

Danielle pushed Gina onto the sofa, pulled down her panties, and began to suck her clit. With Danielle now face down, ass up, I took advantage of the situation. I pulled her tights down, and began to eat her from the back. Calling it a buffet line would be gross, but there was a lot of eating going on. Circles, squares, triangles, octagons, I was giving Danielle some of my best work. The deeper my tongue went into Danielle, the harder she kissed Gina's lips. After about 3min at the buffet table, Gina lost her first life, and shortly after, Danielle lost a life, too. Gina, who was upset that I didn't get a chance to cum, switched places with Danielle, and began to suck the life out of me.

With me leaning against the arm of the couch, and with Gina resting her elbows against the arm rest, Danielle crawled up behind Gina, and used her double tongue ring to tickle Gina's asshole. As Gina bobbed back and forth on my dick, Danielle licked every inch of Gina's asshole her tongue could reach. As the sucking, spitting, and licking continued, I couldn't help but wonder if the feeling in my toes would ever return [Yes, the head was so good, that I started losing feeling in my feet.]. Just as I was about to cum, Gina growled from her belly, as Danielle had just stolen another life from her. Soon after, I filled Gina's mouth with joy, and we prepared for another round of whatever.

What we did next is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but I'll try my best to describe it. Gina instructed Danielle to lay face down, ass up on the couch. As Danielle laid down, Gina climbed on the couch, and also laid face down, ass up, but she made sure her tongue was close enough to Danielle's juice box. Once in position, I got behind Gina and slid in. As I began to pump and push inside of Gina, her tongue rubbed back and forth against Danielle's clit. The moans and groans from that break room were animalistic. Danielle couldn't see anything but the sofa cushions, and yelled and screamed in excitement and passion [lives 3-6 were lost]. Speaking of passion, I found myself scratching, smacking, and grabbing every inch of Gina I could while inside of her. Gina's orgasmic screams [lives 7 & 8 were lost] were muffled by Danielle's soundproof vaginal walls, which only made me dig in deeper. Feeling the heat rise within my shaft, I started banging inside of Gina as hard as I could lives [9 & 10 were lost], until I came, covering her lower back and ass with fu*k frosting. I sat back and watched as Gina continued to tongue-fu*k Danielle, until Danielle collapsed from the stress [lives 11-13 were lost].

With Danielle out for the count, and Gina swollen and sleepy, she and I decided to just get dressed and dip. After finding out that the rest of the group was eating pizza at Jester's across the street, Gina and I slowly walked over to meet them. She and I joked about how this was the best Spring Break she'd ever had, and how she couldn't wait to come back to New Orleans. Meh, I was just mad that I didn't make it to 27 lives....

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