Chapter 7 #2
“Okay, boys… now that you’re naked, would you like to help a damsel-in-distress? Would you like to help the woman you’ve been gawking at all evening get naked too? Would you like to play with my boobs and explore between my legs?”
No more talking. Just action. These two young Africans might be nervous and never have been with a woman like Sasha before, but they were also star athletes and young Alpha males.
Muscley barn-door Sipho was the more confident, turning Sasha towards him as he pushed his tongue deep into her welcoming mouth and squeezed her boobs with an energy that made Sasha moan and wince.
While Rambo, sometimes teased as Shrek—denied access to my wife’s lips and mouth—concentrated on the task of unzipping her sprayed on dress, peeling it down and then finally managing to work out the eyes and hooks at the back of her bra.
Now just in her heels and visibly damp panties, two mouths and four hands played with her ass and boobs.
Fuck, seeing them sucking and stroking like that…
it was like she’d given birth to two comedically over-sized babies.
Sexually inexperienced in general, and certainly never with a white woman before, I thought Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee might physically hoover the whole nipple of each of her breasts.
If there two large, dark young heads vacuuming at Sasha’s boobs was kinda funny, what happened next was zero comedic and fully sexual.
Sasha without having to be asked got down on her knees and stroked and slavered all over those two enormously thick young cocks.
If she stretched her jaw really wide—and her expression told me it wasn’t comfortable—she could just about get the cockheads of the two youngsters into her mouth.
But anything else, even a couple of inches of cock shaft, was impossible—not that any of them seemed to mind. She was stroking and sucking with wild enthusiasm and they were playing with her boobs like the happiest of sand boys.
Two hands for two cocks. Two boobs for two young lovers. It was perfect. My own cock equally hard as I watched and tried not to be too obvious in the way I stroked myself. This had a totally different vibe to Andre and Jordan.
That had been about power and deceit This was about sexual innocence and discovery.
At least it was as far as these two youngsters were concerned.
What Thomas’s motives were was less clear.
Before tonight he’d not shown the slightest interest in sharing Sasha with any other man.
Yet here he was now—supposedly out of charitable ‘boys to men’ motives—watching his girlfriend give herself to two other men.
“Where do you wanna cum?” she asked, her blunt, uber-physical words breaking me out of my doom loop, worrying about Thomas’s motives.
It was kinda sweet. I might be jealous about how God had blessed these two youngsters with bodies and cocks that defined the word masculine. But when all was said and done, their eager, innocent faces as they took in Sasha’s offer told me how sweet and innocent they were.
Is this for real? Is this really happening? That’s what the look between the two of them said.
In keeping with how his confidence had allowed him to grab Sasha’s lips and boobs before his more nervous friend, it was Sipho who shouted out first.
“On your boobs! On your tits! I wanna cum all over your beautiful chest…”
No sooner asked than delivered, Sasha’s hand was soon squeezing extra hard and extra fast as she squealed with delight as she directed his cock so jet after jet of sticky white baby batter pumped out onto her equally pale boobs.
Sipho’s legs nearly collapsed from the intensity of his climax. That smiley athletic energy wiped off his face as his eyeballs rolled skyward and his whole body was stomped on by endorphins.
Fuck! He’d cum a lot. The top of Sasha’s boobs seemed literally covered in his man juices. Two boobs well frosted, well covered in sticky white boy juice… fuck it was a hot scene.
“Hey, Jase…” It was Thomas who somehow had moved up to my side and was nudging me as I waited for the other boot to drop. “Look at young Rambo… I reckon I know what he’s gonna ask for…”
Just for the briefest of moments, my mind went back to worrying about Thomas’s motives. But then Rambo-Shrek’s voice cut in.
“Miss Sasha, would it be okay if I came on your face?”
He looked so nervous to ask it.
Nervous and hopeful. Like it was something he’d seen on countless porno movies, never thinking he’d be lucky enough to do it… especially not with a woman as beautiful as my Sasha.
Sasha might not have been a mom yet, but I detected a distinctly maternal tone in her voice as she whispered ‘yes, why not,’ and set about making young Rambo-Shrek’s sexual dreams come true.
Like his pal Sipho, he didn’t last long at all.
Just a few seconds of Sasha’s squeezing and stroking and she was using his cock like a black fire hose as she directed it to shoot all over her face.
Forehead, eyes, cheeks and mouth… all of them received multiple ropes of Rambo’s DNA.
The sweet young man groaning loudly as he pumped his jizz all over the face of a beautiful woman who was nearly twice his age.
His sticky white tribute making Sasha laugh as it got in her eyes and mouth.
The jizz in her eyes scooped away with fingertips and added to the that she was savoring and swallowing down.
The whole purpose of that game—aside from the pleasure it gave the three of them—was to give the two young bucks more staying power for what was coming next.
I’d thought there might be a brief delay, a brief recovery period. But in my mid-thirties, I’d forgotten just how horny young guys were.
I honestly don’t think I saw the slightest signs of wilting in either of their two young cocks. They were immediately ready for what their coach-substitute Thomas had in mind next.
“Okay, guys… that was good… but now you gotta make me and the rest of the South African nation proud by fucking this naughty white American MILF within an inch of her life…”