A Girl, A Shower

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Oct 13, 2003

To die in a pub is my definite plan
with my mouth to the tap, just as close as I can
Then the angels would say, when the singing began
‘Oh lord, please show mercy to this boozy man’

Inscription above the bar at the Lamb & Flag in London

I was late to my own party, of course. Had this low-grade cold I just couldn’t shake. I thought an evening of drunken debauchery would make it all better. Sincerest apologies to anyone I might have offended with my bizarre antics; it was all part of my recovery, you see. But I suspect it’s my unpredictability that keeps you people around. Never know what’s going to happen next.

People streamed in over the course of the night bearing gifts, mostly bottles of stuff as well as a few charming doodads. Lisa, a pretty young black girl, called to tell us she had been mugged on the way over. The thief absconded with all her cash, as well as my birthday present—a prized bottle of Grey Goose. Hope you die of cirrhosis, fucker. We had to meet her outside and pay the cabbie. Lisa was a little weepy at first, but it wasn’t anything a stiff drink couldn’t fix.

Somewhere between a shot of Dewar’s and a shot of Cuervo I lost myself in the festivities. My friend Jimmy brought along his play-date, a lithe fair-skinned Dominican with a perfect set of teeth. Her shirt read fantasyswingers. I plopped down next to her and we discussed the validity of Myers-Briggs test results. Somehow the conversation turned to her shaved pussy. “Pussy makes the world go round,” I told her, using my index finger to execute a little counter-clockwise circle. Soon she was molesting me with her hands. “I’m hitting on you,” she announced, flashing a wicked, sparkling grin. Jimmy was all smiles so I played along. I pawed at the Dominican’s tits and pushed my mouth against her bee-stung lips. She lay across my lap and I caressed her firm little rump. One of my college friends kept glancing over, trying to figure out what was going on. Normally I’d adopt better etiquette around my uninitiated friends but hell, I thought, it’s my big three-oh.

Later on Emma arrived with Derek and Chloe and I stood around chatting with them. I told Chloe she’s a ringer for Chloe from Smallville, but for the black hair. I went outside for a smoke and Lisa cornered me. She’s Jimmy’s ex. “What are you doing?” she said. “That’s Jimmy’s date.” I furrowed my brow. “I don’t even know. The girl’s all over me and I think he’s encouraging her.” I complimented Lisa on her corduroys and gave her ample ass a smack that smarted against my palm.

People started filing out at about 2:30 in the AM. I was saying a few goodbyes when I spied Leslie emerging from the bar with Emma. Leslie led the girl around the corner, pushed her against the wall and started planting kisses on her. “Back in a sec,” I said, and went over to add a few kisses of my own. “So, when are we gonna see you again?” I asked. Emma said something about the Hole on Thursday. I hissed through my teeth at the prospect of returning to the hellgate. Les and I walked back into the bar and realized Jimmy and the Dominican were the only ones left. “Are you gonna take me home?” the girl asked.

A few minutes later the four of us were standing in my living room. I tugged the Dominican’s pants down a bit to reveal her soft assflesh and deftly extricated my cock, running it along the small of her back. “I want to take a shower,” she said, so I led her to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet. Squeak and the water flowed—too cold at first, then too hot, then perfect. “Hiss,” the shower-head said. She stripped bare and sat on the toilet. “Are you peeing?” I asked, unable to hear any tinkling over the steady drone of the shower. She nodded. It was all matter-of-fact, like we had done this before. I helped her step into the bathtub. I stood just outside the curtain, applied some vanilla soap to my hands and lathered her back, working my way down to her pussy via the cleft of her ass. “Just don’t get any soap in there,” she said. She toweled off and I wrapped her in my bathrobe, which looked luxuriously oversized on her.

She lay on my bed in the open bathrobe and the rest of us stood around admiring her body. Small tits with chocolate nipples and a pussy that was, indeed, shaven clean. Her freshly showered skin glowed. She bit her lip and grabbed my protruding cock. “You’re well hung,” she said. She wanted me to go down on her so I propped myself between her legs and lapped at her fresh beaver while Jimmy stuck his cock in her mouth. She heaved gently against my face. Her cunt was almost too clean though; sometimes you want that taste and smell as a reminder that you are, in fact, eating someone’s pussy. I had to go relieve myself and when I returned the Dominican was lying on her stomach, evidently a little sleepy. Jimmy seemed a little frustrated, but he’s always so fucking eager, as if each time is going to be his last. Slow your roll, negro, I wanted to say. If it had just been me and the two girls I would have been happy to curl up next to them and drift off.

Leslie and I sat there lazily toying with the girl’s ass. I spread her cheeks to get a better look at her tight puckered anus. “What a pretty little asshole you have,” I said. She laughed, chiding me for being such a pervert. Leslie licked her ass, coating the girl’s nether regions in saliva, and I prodded her sphincter gently with my finger. “We have to teach you how to take it up your ass,” I said. “Leslie has orgasms from that.” Leslie and I began to fuck aggressively in various positions at the edge of the bed, while the Dominican spurned the awkward advances of Jimmy’s condom-clad penis. The Dominican eventually said she was too tired and needed to go home. While I was relieved to get all these people out of my bed, I was also wondering if I’d become some sort of pussy-eating service.

It was just as well though. I quickly sank into oblivion and awoke the next morning feeling as if someone had split my skull with an axe.

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