Jaz, John, and I have only been back at Jaz's apartment for fifteen minutes. Fueled by an evening full of drinking games by her rooftop pool, we passed the point of no-return around when John flashed his cock in response to Jaz's dare. She had bitten her lower lip lightly, her involuntary tell that something had stirred her horniness. Before Jaz's apartment door closes behind us, I playfully hoist her off the ground and lock my lips with hers in a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Jaz wraps her long legs around my waist and her mini-skirt rides up her slim hips, partially revealing her panty-covered crotch and her bare ass.
Behind her, John tentatively reaches up to brush his hand against her crotch. "Damn, girl. You're wet as hell," he observes. As Jaz doesn't object, he squats for a closer inspection. Jaz breaks our kiss and draws a sudden, sharp moan as John covers her pussy with his mouth. I start to stumble towards Jaz's room. John follows.
Laying on her back, Jaz stretches her left arm over her head and grabs me urgently by the shaft. Her warm hands and fingers linger over my balls and the veins of my erect dick. "I can't wait to put that in my mouth," she declares with a mischievous grin and bites her lower lip lightly. My face contorts in appreciation.
"Don't let me stop you, baby," I respond as I inch in her direction with a chuckle. Jaz pulls me towards her face, strokes my dick and opens her mouth. She draws rings with her tongue around the head of my dick and as she places my full cock deeper into her warm, moist mouth, I close my eyes and open my mouth and exhale.
From the corner of my eye, I notice John lift his face from between Jaz's spreadeagled legs and above her mini skirt, now bunched up around her waist. His face is covered with saliva and wetness from Jaz's pussy. He pins Jaz's knees against her chest with his left forearm as his right hand, works frantically to free the raging bulge from the leg of his boxers. "I can't wait to bury my dick in you," John mumbles, as his cock springs free. It is majestic - easily six inches, thick and veiny, and two shades darker than John's dark chocolate complexion. Jaz is unaware. For a split-second John's fat cock dangles ominously over Jaz's crotch. John snatches the front of her dark leopard-print net thong and yanks it aside to reveal her wet, bubbling pussy. The eager movement throws him slightly off-balance but he steadies himself, snatches his monstrous cock and rudely forces it into Jaz's unsuspecting pussy.
Jaz lets out a muffled yelp that conflates pain and ecstasy, but is much quieter than it would have been had my meat not been buried in her throat. In a swift motion, she draws my cock from her mouth and inhales deeply. A thick string of saliva trails from my dick to her mouth. Her fist furiously pumps my appreciative erection and she lifts her head and gazes at her crotch, eyes wide open, mouth agape. With a furrowed brow, she looks up to John's face - he resembles a man who's discovered an oasis in a desert - then back down to her stretched pussy as he pulls out and barrels back into her with deep, rhythmic strokes. Jaz spits a gob into her left hand and rubs it against her swollen clit. Her wide open mouth trades the mute for the loud: "Ooohw, give... oohw... that's... ooohw... feels fucking great in my fucking pussy." My dick perks up even more, longing to trade Jaz's hand for the warmer wetness of her pussy.
John's pussy-slamming triggers a feral instinct in Jaz. As her body and C-cups rock back and forth with the clapping of John's hips against her butt, she looks wildly up at me and commands, "Put it back in my mouth!" I snake my left hand around the side of her head and grab a fistful of her natural black cotton hair. I yank downwards and she opens her mouth with a wince and an "Easy, easy". I smile playfully.
"Shut the fuck up. This what you want? Like it in your tight whore mouth, don't you?" as I start pushing my cock into her mouth. Halfway in, my cock hits her windpipe and gags her. She adjusts herself and in a well-rehearsed move, lets go of my dick, grabs my waist with one hand and pulls me slowly into her throat. Bye-bye gag-reflex. I feel the tight ridges of her trachea stretch as my cock progresses until my balls rest on her nose. As I pull out briefly to set my rhythm, Jaz coughs and sputters dripping gobs of saliva over her face and her white cotton sheets. I pause briefly, then shove my hungry cock back down her throat.
Three brown bodies glisten in sweat, saliva, and pussy juice, creating rhythm in slow motion and sound. John grunts with each forward thrust, his waist tracing elaborate, well-rehearsed circles as he pulls back before barrelling back into Jaz's depths. Jaz's wet pussy creams John's dick with a thick, white coat of pussy juice and contributes slurpy squelches as it stretches outward, gripping his dick tightly each time he pulls outwards. Her C-cups wave around, and her body quakes in response to the unrelenting force of John's waist against her butt. Jaz's left hand spit-shines her pussy furiously; her right have stretches above her head and holds on to my waist as I fuck her throat. Her eyes water, streaking dark makeup where the tears run. I stand hunched over her head, a fistful of hair, as I taunt: "How do you like that fucking dick right down your throat?"
Three brown bodies in an artful orchestra reach a crescendo. Jaz digs her nails into my waist as her body convulses; imperceptibly at first, then more violently. Her muffled screams get louder and she spreads her legs wider. John picks up on her cue and doubles his pace. His facial muscles contort; Jaz's do, too. Jaz arrives first. Yanking my cock from her throat, she gyrates furiously against John's crotch as she cries out "Yesss...yess...yes..."
John exclaims "Ooooh...oooh...ooh". I wince as Jaz digs her nails deeper into my waist and continues to shake. "OOOOOHHHHWWW shit," John's 6'3" frame is electrocuted by his orgasm as he releases wave after wave of warm, creamy cum into Jaz's pussy. Like a harvested mahogany, he falls sideways onto the bed. Jaz drops her legs over John's lifeless waist. Spent. Jaz takes her right hand and touches her pussy tenderly. As she pulls it out, her fingers are covered in John's thick, white cum.
