I couldn’t believe it. How did I get into this? It sounded daring, forbidden, exciting even at the time. I wasn’t inexperienced, so when Tyrell suggested we go into the bedroom and have sex together, I agreed. Though in retrospect, the large glass of wine I had consumed had played a part too–it had really loosened me up. My inhibitions disappeared–my urge to receive sinful pleasure seemingly heightened. That it would involve three of us didn’t seem to register as a problem. In fact it was the opposite–I had never done kinky before.
After all, cock was cock wasn’t it? I enjoyed it–provided it wasn’t the hard-pounding crap as shown in porn. I trusted Cory and Tyrell as we had been friends for years and had gone skinny dipping together at night several times. Between boyfriends, I had made-out with both of them–at different times–never going any further than a little mutual groping. I’d never really gotten a good look at their packages in the dark while skinny-dipping–just hints of what I knew was there.
But what I had felt in my hand a few hours ago told me something I hadn’t known. Now, the events of the evening slowly unfolded in my mind as I slipped into my own bed with a knowing smile.
We sat watching a video, talking, and drinking as Tyrell had invited Cory and me over. He was pretty well along in his drinking considering the number of empty beer bottles sitting on the kitchen countertop when I arrived.
Tyrell sat looking at me, a goofy smile on his face, “When’s the last time you got laid girl?”
“I’m not telling you that,” I said laughing.
Though it got me to thinking it had been a while and the last masturbation session with my pillow hadn’t accomplished as much as I had hoped it would. In terms of lasting satisfaction it had hardly taken the edge off my craving.
Cory looked at me with a shrug, apparently wondering where this was going as he sipped his Coke. I patted his leg and gave it a few rubs to show him I understood.
“You’ve got protection with the pill–why don’t we get it on?” Tyrell offered with a slur in his voice.
I didn’t say ‘yes’ immediately. But, it got me thinking about it and well…it got me thinking harder about it. Then the damn tingle started right where I couldn’t easily ignore it–telling me it was a great idea. By that time Tyrell had taken the initiative and started rubbing my leg–it had an immediate effect as his fingers caressed the bared skin at my knee the crept up under my skirt. A slow burning fuse was lit and a minute later I gave him my reply.
“Okay, we can do it, just one of you at a time, no three-some shit,” I said with authority. The wine had made me overly confident and receptive. I remembered Cory looking at me as if I were some kind of alien creature as I squirmed on the sofa cushion. Though when I reached over to rub his leg he didn’t move away in revulsion. In fact, the smile that came to his face after a few seconds suggested something else.
Tyrell stood up, a little unsteady, and headed for the bedroom. I followed, with Cory trailing behind me. Tyrell went to the loveseat and sat down–bending over to untie his running shoes.
Then he sat back up–“Whoa! What aaahh head rushhh,” he slurred as he lay his head onto the high cushioned back of the loveseat and closed his eyes.
Cory looked at me, “Tahesha, do you really want to do this?”
“Sure, if you’ll do me first. I don’t think Tyrell will last long enough. Not with as much as he’s had to drink. I need a good fuck.”
“Do you have some lube?”
“Yes, why? I’ve never had a reason to use any.”
“Maybe you should wait to make up your mind if you really want us to do this,” he suggested cautiously.
“What? Don’t you want me? I thought white guys always wanted to screw any girl,” as we stepped closer to the bed.
“You’re one fine looking woman. Of course, I’ve thought about it,” he admitted quietly.
My fuzzy mind registered at least Cory was honest about it. I glanced to the other side of the bedroom where Tyrell was supposedly undressing–he was passed out–slumped down onto the loveseat, with his shoes still on.
I turned to look at Cory, “I’m horny beyond belief and my pussy is throbbing. It’s been months since the last time. You know I want this, or I wouldn’t have agreed to it. If I’m that attractive to you, there’s no reason for us not to,” I argued.
“Tell you what, let’s get undressed, and kiss a little. Then as we go along we’ll see where it goes.”
Unbuttoning my blouse, I gave a light laugh, “We both know where it goes. It’s wet, warm, and tight as hell.”
A few minutes later Cory took me into his arms and we started kissing as we had in the past. This time though it was slow, sensuous–just the way I had fantasied his lips would taste and feel. I felt a thrill run through me, augmenting the hot throbbing between my legs. My blouse left me and I took off my bra freeing my breasts between kisses. I was breathing deeply with excitement.
When his lips came to my chest I took a deep breath, the kisses left cool spots on my hot skin. He kissed and licked until he came to my nipple and his lips closed hard around it and pulled outward a few times–the last time he sucked it completely into his mouth and my pussy went white hot. I tore at his shirt and pulled it off, then reached down, fumbling for the buckle of his pants, found it, and loosened it, feeling his pants slide down his legs.
We stood kissing, his feet still in his pant legs. I clung to him pressing my breasts against him, the skin to skin contact adding to my hot desire. I kissed his chest, then found his lips again, taking in his manly odor. The cool air made itself known on my naked breasts when we parted slightly. He kissed me with passion, pushing me to the point where I stepped back from him to take a breath.
It allowed me the opportunity to reach down to remove my panties from beneath my skirt. I could feel my pussy exposed to the air, free from its confinement–my wetness cooling my hot, swollen lips. He reached for me and held me close, his lips again working their way to my neck, his tongue tracing a path down to a nipple, circling it several times, then back up to my neck as I closed my eyes. The minutes passed, his tongue bringing me pleasure as his pursed lips pulled at my nipples yet again. I closed my eyes tighter–it was heavenly as his hands came down to my ass and caressed. The ache was now insanely hot and I wanted one thing to happen to assuage its achy demands.
I sought the edge of the bed with my hand, found it, and sat down–pulling Cory after me. He sat down next to me and we continued kissing, each touch of our lips, firm, our breathing deep, expressing the growth of our hot desire. I knew he wanted me more than ever now–I could feel his hardness under his briefs as my hand lay against him–just knowing it was there was torture.
I was breathing deeply as his hand caressed my leg, starting at the knee, resting gently at first, then caressing. Then slowly, moving excruciatingly slowly upward, his fingertips crept to the inside of my thigh, his entire hand gently gliding back and forth across my sensitive skin. Closer, then closer still as the minutes passed–so close to my burning ache. The promise of pleasure inches away as his fingertips caressed.
I felt a shiver of need–my entire body shook. He was teasing me–my pussy despised him for it even as it wanted more, the ultimate goal to have his member slip into me between my wetted lips tore at me. Stronger than before, my entire body shuddered with need.
“Are you alright? Are you cold?” he asked softly.
“No. Cory, I need you inside me. Please, it’s time.”
I moved onto the bed, lay down on my back, and reached for him. He lay next to me looking into my eyes and then his hand came to my hip and I felt myself take in a breath as my excitement grew knowing soon I’d feel him enter me.
I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair as he teased me further. Then his fingers traced a path up and down my labia several times as he pushed my skirt up and out of the way. I gasped as his fingers found my clit and added firm pressure–my pelvis pushed upward in response seeking pleasure.
“You’re hot, but you’re not quite ready yet,” he whispered.
I was desperate now as his fingers explored my slit gingerly. At first, there was a slight drag of dry skin against my outer labia. His head went down between my legs–then he took a few long, gentle licks from bottom to top and I heard a sound escape my mouth in a gasp. He found my moisture and as his fingers moved over my slit afterward–they slid smoothly–each time pressing my swollen button. I was squirming now–my body reacted to each firm, wetted caress. He moved up beside me, resting his arm on the mattress beside me as he looked into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful. I knew you were–the feel of your skin is like nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. My dick is so hard I want to give it to you so bad and go so deep you’ll never forget it.”
I smiled, no other man had ever said something like that to me. But, there was no denying he knew exactly what he needed to do to pleasure me. I saw his lips as they came to mine, and when they met I found myself pushing against them in complete abandon. It was so wonderful, his firm, moist lips making me squirm again with passion and hot desire. Hmmmm, please do that again.
The heel of his hand came down onto the very top of my slit. He moved his hand up and down in short strokes, his fingers found the wetness inside of me again. I arched my back because my clit lit up with pleasure. Then, I felt a wonderful surge as his fingers slipped inside. He moved his fingers smoothly, gently back and forth. Then I felt the pleasure surge inside me stronger than before–my back arched up, I opened my mouth, and tilted my head back in response to the intense surge of pure delight.
“Ohhhh!” Came a soft murmur I repeated again and again as his fingers worked their magic inside me–my hands clutched at the bedspread as I spread my legs wider.
It felt incredible and all I could think of was I wanted his cock inside me. He was still stimulating me inside when I gently took his hand and pulled it away. He responded by gently rubbing over my clit in small circles. The feeling was different, wonderful, as the other sensation faded. I opened my eyes and smiled, his gorgeous brown eyes looking directly into mine.
“That was really good,” I smiled. A statement hardly indicative of the pleasure he had wrought–now I didn’t want to delay as the throbbing ache felt blazing hot.
I reached down, found the elastic band of his briefs, and pushed my hand inside and down until I found hair–then a firm, round cock. I could sense the round form at the tips of my fingers, spreading them slightly, placing them along the length of his shaft.
I hesitated sensing something was different–then I closed my fingers. The tips of my thumb and index finger didn’t touch–they should have and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I squeezed just a little tighter–they barely touched. Something I’d never experienced before. I released my grip slightly, and let my partially closed hand move up to the tip. I found his slick precum and moved my hand back down until I felt it touch the skin of his firm scrotum–then I heard his voice whisper in my ear.
“I’ll remove my briefs. Then you should take a look before we go any further.”
I didn’t know what to think, then I suddenly realized–I had never grasped a penis that large around before.
“Okay.” I said calmly despite feeling some apprehension.
He moved off the bed as I watched as him remove his briefs to reveal his hard stiff cock. It didn’t look all that much longer than any other cock I had ever seen or handled–but my fingers told me it was different. It was sticking out straight at an angle from his body. The other cocks I had grasped were more flexible and curved when erect, his was very firm. There was one sure way to gauge his size–I reached for him getting up on my elbow. I gently grasped his dick–placing my lips over the broad tip–I liked the taste immediately. But, I had to open my mouth wider to get his tip inside until it filled my mouth.
Cory stood perfectly still–not like most black guys who immediately wanted to place their hand on my head and force me to take more. They didn’t get more attention from me that way when they did–I would pull off and they didn’t get any more. I pulled off and slid back onto the bed and looked at him with a grin.
“It’s bigger. Not longer–just bigger around.”
“Yes it is–just a little larger than average. Do you still want it inside you?”
“Is that why you wanted to know if I had lube or not?”
“Yes. I don’t want to take the chance of hurting you. Some women have a small vagina and it can be uncomfortable at first. Since we haven’t done this before we don’t know how it will fit. If we go slow it should be fine.”
I lifted my hips up off the bed, pulled my skirt down and off, tossing it onto the end of the bed. I was shaking with excitement as I lay before him completely naked. Tight fit or not, I wasn’t backing down now.
“Let’s go slow, if it doesn’t feel good I’ll tell you. I should be wet enough.” I was sure my voice didn’t reveal my resolve to take it all, he was easily six inches, but he was big round as a sausage.
We kissed a few more times and I scooched into the middle of the bed, and spread my legs wide to receive him. Our verbal exchange made me feel comfortable as I knew he was being careful with me. He wasn’t a guy who was just going to shove into me and go for it. To me, it said I was going to get the best he could offer. There was no way I wasn’t going to try him out. I pulled a pillow over and placed it under my head.
He moved between my legs as I looked down and watched. He moved his tip to my opening–using the base of his cock to move it as it was so stiff. He looked at me, “Ready?”
I nodded. Within seconds I watched as his white cock started in. I felt my vagina spread open–a surge of pleasure erupted as his broad tip went completely inside. Then he slowly pulled out and looked at me–I could sense his tip on my labia as he waited for my response, the first wonderful sensation of his entry fading.
“It’s good,” I said softly as I reached down to take the sheet into my hands in anticipation. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly to relax my muscles.
I watched as it entered me again. This time just a little deeper–I felt another surge of pleasure, then…
“Oh shit!” I exhaled.
He quickly pulled out, “Too much?”
“I just wasn’t expecting that much pressure, it didn’t hurt. Go ahead.”
He pulled out just a little, then pushed in slow and smooth, and stopped. Then he pulled out a little–I was feeling pretty damn good at this point, and smiled.
“I’m good, keep going slow.”
I watched as he pushed in again and his entire penis disappeared inside me. Damn! It’s big. I gasped.
“Take a breath and relax, it will take a few seconds before you’re stretched enough.”
I followed his instructions and after a handful of seconds I reached for him with a smile as I lay my head back onto the pillow. I felt full–stretched, I mean really full. He lay down on me carefully and we traded passionate kisses for a minute, or two. Then he started to move slowly, thrusting into me gently. It didn’t take but about seven thrusts before the pleasure caused me to give a little involuntary–“ughh.”
He stopped moving, “Still okay?”
“Yes, move up on me just a little.”
He hitched his pelvis up and started thrusting slowly again. This time he was hitting my clit each time he came up onto me and I gave a quiet involuntary “ughh” in response. Damn, damn, damn!
“You’re tight. Are you still okay?” he asked quietly.
“Wonderful, it feels good,” then adjusted my legs a little to be more comfortable and change the angle of my pelvis as I placed my feet onto the back of his upper legs. He began thrusting steadily, gently rocking me back and forth under him–“ughh, ughh, ughh,” came the little soft involuntary sounds after every two or, three thrusts. I closed my eyes, moving my hands to his buttocks, his hips, his back, and into the hair on his head. Continuing in different combinations as the pleasure mounted–my hands seemed to have a need of touching him–as if sensing his movements in concert with the pleasure he provided enhanced it further. The pleasure grew steadily and soon I felt a change.
“I’m close, just a little faster,” I whispered into his ear.
He picked up the pace slightly–then it felt as if he had gotten bigger and stiffer and my hands tightened on his shoulders. He pushed hard into me, holding steady at the top each time, the base of his cock hard on my clit as I listened to his labored breathing. I opened my eyes and we kissed a few times, and then I closed my eyes–the intensity of stimulation rose yet again.
“I’m almost there, keep going,” I gasped, my head hard back into the pillow, clutching at his shoulders with the fingers of both hands. I heard his muffled response at my ear as I released seconds later. Holy shit! Damn!
My body arched up, my head went back hard into the pillow, my mouth open as I felt the contractions release the tension, the huge surge of pleasure coming and going in a matter of several seconds as I held my breath. I heard his muffled voice when his body shook over mine and he pushed in and held deep inside me. We lay gasping together, then after a minute he slowly started to rise up. I looked between my legs and watched his penis emerge glistening wet.
We lay down and I went into his arms as we resumed kissing and caressing. I looked at him after a few minutes, “So, you have thought about doing this to me before?”
“Yes, sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? I’m not. I’ve thought about doing it with you for quite a while. Thank you for being so gentle.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a wonderful woman–I would never want to make you uncomfortable, or hurt you.”
I lay back down on his chest and thought about all the good times in the past we had shared together. I never had a clue he thought of me this way. He had gotten me to climax in record time and after our little talk I was getting impatient. I knew I wanted more–next time, I wanted it to last longer. The urgency now absent as I contemplated how good it had felt. If there were something better than an orgasm I hadn’t found it yet.
I smiled at him. “Guess you’re about the right size. Can we do it again?”
He smiled at me as he pushed errant strands from the side of my moist temples, “Guess so, but don’t you want to wait and give Tyrell a turn?”
I looked over at the chair–Tyrell was still passed out cold. I returned my gaze to Cory. I leaned over and gave him a firm, wet kiss just as his hand came to rub my behind. Sausage man I want you!
“Tyrell who?”