JULIAN HOLDS COURT

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The jump rope circled Julian and he hopped over it every time it landed under his feet. Dianette stared at him out her garden level unit bedroom window as sweat collected around her onyx tresses. Above her, in the courtyard, his massive bulge dangled from behind the veil of the gray jogging pants he wore. The matching hoodie shielded his now sweaty upper body from the fall elements. He had just woken up. She had just made it home. And 7:12 a.m. found them both getting a workout.

A gust of wind blew causing Julian’s rope to lose its course and fumble under his red and gray Jordan 3s. Behind him, the wind had pushed a mass of pixels away from a tree. At first, Dianette thought they were leaves, but they moved in a synchronized circle back toward and then away from the branches they had just rested upon and she knew that they were birds. And as beautiful as the moment may have been, the only bird she could think of was the Viceland nightlife promoter who ironically enough went by that name. As she stared out of the window, he stood directly behind her biting his bottom lip almost to his chin and sliding nine solid inches of copper in and out of her.

The whispery pants and moans escaping her tattooed frame had allowed her to watch Julian unnoticed as Bird drilled her hole. But, the gatekeeper she’d grown to love had been brooding again, growing consistently bored with the string of beauties he entertained and standing heads and shoulders above most of the men around him both in stature and swagger. His pretty boy problems always made him fuck with a focus, and she’d never tell him but sometimes she liked when he was feeling it because he always made her feel so good in those moments. And this time was no different. The two wet clubheads let out grunts of pleasure at the same time.

Julian had been focused on his workout, but used the rope stopping as an opportunity to skip a few tracks ahead in his playlist. He heard the sound and looked down in the direction it came from. He saw right into Dianette’s half open window. Her brown eyes locked with his and he pretended not to see her cappuccino colored frame being moved back and forth. He took a second to take in her chocolate chip tinted nipples that had a set of muscular fingers playing with the left one. He pretended to start his music again and resumed jumping. He hadn’t thought to put on any underwear when he rolled out of bed and into his workout clothes, and the snake in his pants began stirring.

Bird was none the wiser. Inside Dianette’s apartment and honey jar, he watched his dick disappear and reappear through her jar’s pink lid. He released his hands from her body and made two muscles, walking her a half step further into the windowsill for leverage. He moved his waist in rhythm to music only he could hear as his ridged stomach slid back and forth across Dianette’s chocolate clouds. When he did look up, he saw only her leopard print valance. He was enjoying the moment knowing full well what was to follow; she was going to tell him what he wanted to hear and he wasn’t going to believe her. It didn’t matter though, because Dianette was always just mad cool.

Dianette looked up still, enjoying how good it felt for Bird to be working out his issues inside her and watching what was just moments ago a nice gray sweatpants season show become a full on display of the eight inches of perfection Julian was humble enough to try to hide from the world. He had definitely picked the wrong day to forget underwear. But as meek as Julian sometimes came across, he had a streak inside just wild enough to tell him to keep on jumping. And he did. And they were both enjoying the show.

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It was a perfectly gratifying moment. The sight of Julian’s hard cock dangling in his loose sweats sent pulses to her control center where Bird was savagely pushing every button. And it was the fact that he was going so hard in almost perfect silence that made it so savage. By the time Julian tripped on the rope again, Bird had pushed the button for take off. Though she had wanted to allow her body to shake all over the nine inches she was lodged on, her body had other plans, and a splash lifted her off of his dick and onto the floor. He bent down to help her up and noticed Julian out of the window. He started laughing.

“You wild, Dianette. You wild.”

She stood up. Julian had seen Bird but was again moved by his wild side and kept jumping. Dianette only smiled and turned back around against the ledge. Bird slapped is dick on her ass cheek and slid it right back in, honestly not caring how the situation played out.

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Dianette and Julian held their eye contact. Unbeknownst to her, Julian knew exactly who Bird was. He worked in sports PR and he had seen Bird out in the nightlife a few times. He hung out occasionally with Julian’s client and good friend Marcus. He was almost certain Bird didn’t recognize him because he was the type to speak. Dianette slid on and off Bird’s magnificent girth and decided she couldn’t take any more. She signaled with her finger for Julian to come join them. That, Bird saw.

“You wild.”

They both giggled a little bit. They weren’t official and had had plenty of threesomes before. Julian had folded his jump rope in half and threw it over his neck. He jumped down a level directly into her porch area. He looked in on the soaked couple through the window as he headed for the sliding door a few feet from it.

“Oh, shit. That’s my boy.”

Bird recognized Julian and clapped his hands together in contemplation. His hands involuntarily swirled in a circle while he swagged into Dianette thinking about the wild nights he and Marcus had had. With him being a promoter and Marcus being an NFL star, there was never a shortage of bunnies around. He looked toward the sliding door as Julian stepped in. He was already pulling his sweatshirt over his head.

“What up, Bird.”

He closed the sliding door behind him. Dianette admired his honey colored pectorals. He took his shoes off using his feet, not bothering to move from in front of the glass door and pulled down his gray sweats. His dick flopped up and back down. Bird pulled his dick out of Dianette and walked toward Julian. The two exchanged dap. Dianette ran her hands down her breast and toward her aquatic mailbox. She looked at the two men in front of her, both with erections too weighty to even stick out straight, and was excited about the special delivery she was about to receive. And her delivery men moved right in.

Julian and Dianette made eye contact before he put his hands on the counter next to the window to either side of her and started kissing her neck. She instinctively reached down and grabbed his cock, slightly smaller than Bird’s, but surprisingly more width. She pulled the loose skin toward her and let it collect in her hands. Then she slid it slowly back down his length. The heat of the moment sent a sigh that came straight from her heart into the air. Bird watched the two while he held his cock around the head and massaged his seam.

Julian was tall enough for the counter to perfectly holster Dianette’s treasure in position, something he knew from the countless kitchen fuckings he had administered in his unit a few floors above her. He wondered why he had never seen her but not for long as he hoisted her onto the counter and aimed for her cave. She was already sopping wet and honestly full of a load Bird had just dropped off. Julian knew it wasn’t all her, but he didn’t trip. He just held her waist while she held her legs perfectly open and forward and threw his pelvis back and forth straight down the middle of them. The waterworks made it easy to keep a rhythm. Dianette threw her pelvis back at his and the two began a euphoric slap fight that had Bird ready to cum again. He wanted to fuck some more, but he had already been in the pussy an hour, and he wasn’t a hater.

But Julian was aware that he was there to share. After a few minutes, he pulled his dick out and slapped it on her clit. He kept the motion going when he noticed how she shook. She started shaking emphatically. Since he was looking over Julian’s shoulder, it was a few seconds before he realized what was going on.

‘Yo, J. She’s a -”

It was too late. Cum splashed out of Dianette all over Julian’s torso. Julian laughed and looked over at Bird while Dianette stuttererd and shuttered with pleasure.

“We got a squirter?”

“We got a squirter, my nigga.”

“Aww, hell yeah.”

Julian helped Dianette down from the counter and walked her over to the couch. He leaned into her ear.

“Get cho shit up.” Julian was always more confident and freaky than he appeared.

He slapped her on the ass before she laid on her back on the couch’s middle cushion and spread her mocha legs. Julian stepped aside and Bird took the few steps needed to position himself in front of Dianette before he dropped to his knees and pulled her slit more near him. With his hands on her upper thigh as leverage, he instantly began slamming her on his dick trying to work up another eruption. Julian watched as Bird drilled the wanton maven with a complete lack of relent. Her legs quivered and her thighs often touched with her lower legs pointing in whatever direction her spasms allowed. Bird’s well toned back and ass worked in a way that made the tattooed wings that spanned his back move. He was flying.

Just like the geyser flow Dianette suddenly released all over his dick.

He and Julian both laughed and he stood and reached down to rub her clit. The two kissed and she held on to his muscular arm as we worked her down from Cloud 9. She loved Bird’s definition. He was more lean than bulky but his grip on her situation was never doubtful. And she was melting all over his fingers. Ironically enough, Bird stood up and licked his fingers. He moved to the side and Julian took his place in front of Dianette. But he opted not to drop to his knees. He instead put his hands on the back of the couch behind her. She took his hefty eight inches in her hand and guided it into her pussy.

Julian planted his feet into the ground and dropped the full weight of his stroke on her belly. He choses a stroke that was bounce based and her petite tattooed frame raised slightly off the couch every time his abdomen landed. They connected over and over via the slapping high fives of their middles. She grabbed his round ass, noticing it was surprisingly toned to her touch, and invited the full force of his powerful landings.

“Shit.”

She couldn’t say much. It was the perfect end to a night out. It was funny that even on the nights she wasn’t bartending, she still didn’t get home before the clubs closed. She already anticipated getting fucked by bad boy Bird. Now here she was with the clean cut Clydesdale with a bad boy shadow on top of her literally fucking the waves out of her ocean. She let go of his ass and threw her grip instead into his back. She needed something sturdier to hold on to because she was on her to an explosive finish. Her legs shot out and the spray began. The tidal wave is usually enough to eject even the firmest dick from her box, but Julian’s cock stayed on a steady course as she held on.

It was a sensation that was all new to her. She couldn’t do anything but shake and moan. He gave her a final slam and held his length inside her. She shook even harder. She released his back and spread her arms either way across the couch in complete surrender. Julian stood up and she slid off the couch and onto the floor, still twitching with pleasure. Bird laid down on his back beside her and pulled her over onto him. She lifted her waist high enough for him to stick his dick in. Then she lowered herself. She didn’t start riding immediately as Bird’s dick felt soothing to her throbbing twat. And before she could start she felt Julian lowering himself behind her. He pushed her torso down onto Bird’s. She expected he was going to aim for her ass, but he confidently put the head of his fat dick directly at the point where Bird’s cock connected with her pink softness. And it grew even softer as Julian spoke.

“You want two dicks in your pussy?”

“Yeah.”

She bloomed effortlessly as he pressed his pipe down on Julian’s and into the brown beauty they were currently sharing.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

Dianette took a second to get used to the sensation of being double piped. Bird felt confident that Julian had the situation under control so he put his hands behind his head and took in the scene. And sure enough, once her twat perfectly accommodated the two pythons awoke inside of her, Julian placed his hands on her lower back and started moving his hammer back and forth. Bird liked the sensation and decided to lay still. Dianette creamed around the two dicks making Julian’s stroke smooth and deliberate. Below the two, Bird laid with his dick twitching and throbbing under the weight and pressure of its front row seat.

Dianette started throwing her bubble back and Julian. Slow first. Then steady. Before long, she was on the brink of abandon. She and her two lovers knew what was coming. But only to an extent. As Dianette boiled up another wave of passion, the tightness caused by the crowded situation and her pussy’s intense contractions made the two cocks stiffen further.

“Oh shit.”

All three of them spoke the same words at the same time and both cocks exploded in her pussy. Without missing sync, Dianette released a jet of cum that blew her right off of the two dicks she had been riding. Her box landed on Bird’s stomach as she collapsed and he felt the heat escaping her satisfaction. She laid her head on his chest to rest and Julian slapped his softening rod on her ass. Then he stood up. It was getting close to being time for him to leave for the office but he still had a few minutes.

“I’ll holla at cha’ll.”

He walked over to his pants and reached down for them.

“It was nice meeting you.”

“I’ll see you again. I didn't even know you stayed here.”

“You’ll definitely see me again.”

“Aight, J.”

Bird still laid on the ground with Dianette’s seething cunt burning a hole through his abs.

Julian slid on his hoodie and grabbed his jump rope. And walked back out the patio door.

“That was dope, Bird.”

“Naw, for real.”

Bird’s dick never went down once it was up. And he stuck it back inside Dinah and allowed her to lay on it. It felt so good inside of her. She kissed his neck. He rubbed her ass. And the two heard the sound coming from outside in the courtyard.

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