When I woke up I was warm, really warm, and incredibly comfortable. I snuggled into my heat source. When it moved to snuggle back into me, my eyes popped open, treated to a close-up view of an expansive, dark chest. Muscles for days, inches in front of my eyes. Beautiful, dark earthen skin, luscious and inviting. I wondered if it tasted as richly savory as it looked.
Before my brain could remind me of why it was a bad idea, my tongue darted out for a lick, then my mouth just needed a little nibble. Oh, gods, he tasted good.
"Mmmm, sweetheart," Jordan's voice rumbled through his chest.
I froze. What was I doing? It was Jordan in front of me. And the warmth behind me? That was Marq, whose long, thick cock was trapped between my legs, and twitching. I was a Kyra sandwich, caught firmly between two huge slices of delicious, dark skinned man.
"Don't stop, baby," Marq complained, and I realized I had been grinding my hips back against his while I nibbled at Jordan's chest, and I was very wet -- as was Marq's cock, which slid deliciously against my sensitive labia.
I let my hips move again as I worked on Jordan's chest, and his hands slid through my short hair, gently. I licked and nibbled at his small, flat nipples as Marq and I ground our hips together. It was pure instinct when he shifted his hips a little, and I did the same, and his cock slid deep into me, so easy, so good. I was a little sore, but damn, that felt good.
Jordan slid down my body until our lips met, and his tongue invaded my mouth as Marq began pumping slowly, in and out. I swear, his cock was penetrating so deeply it reached my belly button. I groaned into Jordan's mouth.
Instead of the short intense burst of last night's fucking, he was making love to me, languorous, deliberate, and sensual, his lips tracing a fiery path across my neck and shoulders.
Jordan ended the kiss, and slid down my body and began suckling on my nipples as he played with my breasts, each fitting in the palm of his huge hands. As Marq continued his slow assault on my pussy, Jordan continued working his way down my belly, until he was between my legs. I already had one leg curled back over Marq's, which gave Jordan enough room for his lips and tongue to find my clit.
"Ooooh, yes," I cried out as he clamped his lips over the sensitive little organ, his tongue teasing. It took me a moment to realize he had one hand between my legs, cupping Marq's balls as he fucked me.
"Do that and I'm not going to last long, lover," Marq growled from behind me, but Jordan didn't stop, pleasuring both of us as we fucked. Gradually Marq increased his tempo, and between Marq's deep, full penetration, Jordan's clit-play and the knowledge of what he was doing to Marq, my orgasm washed over me like a tsunami, and I convulsed in their arms, lost to my pleasure -- and a moment later Marq shouted his own completion as he flooded me with thick jets of hot cum.
My pussy was still quivering with aftershocks when I felt Jordan slide Marq's cock out of my pussy. It took me a moment to realize, Jordan was sucking Marq's cock clean. His head was still between my legs, but he was sucking and slurping at the long, thick cock. I wished I could see what they were doing. Oh, gods I wanted to see what they were doing.
My body immediately decided it wanted more of that, and what had been a gradual recovery from the intense orgasm became fresh desire.
Jordan let Marq go, and he rolled onto his back, groaning and panting, then Jordan reappeared from under the blankets, and kissed me, deeply. I could taste Marq's cum and my juices on his lips, his tongue. It was never something I thought I would enjoy, but damn, we tasted good combined with Jordan's sweet mouth.
Jordan rolled to his back, and pulled me with him until I was straddling his hips. His cock pressed against my sore but still needy pussy.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're everything," he groaned as I sank down on him, taking his entire length in one well-lubricated motion. I stooped to catch my breath. Like his body, his cock was just a bit bigger than Marq's, a little bit thicker, a little bit longer, and he stretched me to my limits. I was full of man, and from my position, I could finally get a good look at my earth god in decent lighting. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and chest, traced the lines of his muscles.
Since I was about thirteen I felt awkwardly tall and out of place -- a half-inch taller than an average American man. It was one part of why I never really had a boyfriend. Boys often seemed intimidated by me. In high school I learned not to wear heels, so that at least some of the guys were taller than me. It got better once they finished their growth spurts, but I was always the gawky, too-tall, skinny foster child who jumped from school to school.
These men -- they made me feel small and feminine. They made me feel wanted. I rocked my hips slowly, ground my clit against Jordan, then lifted myself on my knees, my hands still on his chest. His hands went to my hips to guide my movements as I rode him, slowly at first as I figured out how this works, then faster.
I felt Marq settle between Jordan's legs behind me, and his hands grabbed at my ass. "Turnabout is fair play, lover. Baby, lean forward," he instructed.
Jordan's hands slid to my waist and continued helping me move with him, as Marq's settled on my ass. A quick slap to my ass cheek made me jump, and Marq chuckled. His hands continued moving downward, until I couldn't feel them. Jordan's groan told me Marq was working on his husband, probably with his balls. Then I felt fingers at my entrance, sliding between my labia and around Jordan's cock while my juices continued to flow.
The sounds of our flesh slapping together, Jordan's moans of pleasure, and my whimpers of delight every time he slid past my g-spot, and again when my clit was mashed against his body, filled the room.
"Let's try something new, baby," Marq said, and I felt his hand at my second opening.
"What," I froze.
Jordan made a sound of protest, and urged me to move.
"Just relax, baby. I won't hurt you," he promised. I began to respond to Jordan's increasingly frantic attempts to get me to move with him again.
Marq dipped his fingers in the slick blend of juices that leaked around Jordan's cock, and his thumb was there again, a gentle pressure, around and around. It felt so good in combination with my full pussy, and when it slipped inside the tight hole he was right -- it didn't hurt. I groaned and pushed back against his hands with my next downward motion, and his thumb slipped in deeper.
"Yes, oh, I like that," I moaned. "Please, Marq, yes."
When Marq added another finger it was too much, and my orgasm burst through me, tearing my nervous system into shreds. I yelled both their names, over and over, and felt Jordan lose his load inside of me. It felt like a fire hose as he let loose.
How I went from virginity to a threesome with two huge black men in less than twelve hours, I had no idea, but I liked it.
Once I could, I rolled off Jordan, and this time I was able to watch while Marq cleaned Jordan's slowly softening cock with his tongue. I never imagined watching two men together would be so erotic, as Marq licked and sucked until Jordan's erection had almost entirely deflated.
