January 9, 2022 #3
And Big A had his hand wrapped underneath my neck, thrusting in and out of my mouth, saying, “You suck that shit so good, baby. Keep going. Get that nut.”
It was the best of both worlds, but when Solo pulled my hair and slapped my ass like Will Smith did Chris Rock and told me, “You got my dick so wet, wet it up for me.” And when I obliged his request, he gripped my butt cheek.
He said, “Just like that, give me all that shit.” I felt like I came so hard that I felt like I went blind and deaf.
I almost collapsed, and my arms were shaking, but them niggas still didn’t turn me loose.
It was almost like my reaction only heightened their pleasure. When I finally got my vision back, they both were cumming.
Solo came and slapped his dick on my butt. A still had a grip on my neck and came on my cheek. I finally collapsed on my stomach, and A leaned down and kissed my lips. He rubbed his hand down my back and gave me a knowing look.
“You done?” He asked.
“Yes.” I laughed. I was wrecked already. Then I heard the bathroom door open, so I walked toward it so that I could clean myself up. Solo and I walked past each other, and the way that he looked down at me made me reconsider saying that I was done.
I washed both bodily fluids off and then turned on the shower. I wanted them to join me inside it, but I didn’t want to push their boundaries. I was trying to be inclusive while understanding that both of them were straight men and probably didn’t want to be in the shower together.
But we had come this far, right?
I walked to the door and leaned against the frame. Both of them had put on their boxers.
“Do y’all want to join me in the shower?”
The room was silent for a while, and then, slowly, they started to come toward the bathroom. I smirked.
The shower was a cool experience. We were covered in bubbles. Kissing, touching, and soapy.
But outside the shower is when everything heated up. By the time that we were dry and back in the room, the guys had towels wrapped around them, and I was covered by a robe. We took the time to have some drinks and a little conversation.
Big A was unusually quiet, and I expected that from Solo, because he had never spoken a word before last week. But the conversation with him flowed well.
A was sitting on the side of the bed, drinking from a cup and watching as Solo and I conversed. I don’t know what came over me, but the three glasses of champagne had my reservations gone.
I straddled A and locked my legs around his waist.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered as I caressed the back of his neck.
“Nothing, I’m good.” He lied and kissed my nose.
I was holding on to him, but he had yet to hold me. I felt in my spirit that something was on his mind, but with Solo in the room, I knew that it wasn’t time to address it.
“You sure?” I doubled down.
“Yeah.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I pleaded as I kissed over his face, and finally his arms came around my body. His breathing shallowed, and I could feel a shift in his energy.
“So, you not done?” He asked.
“No.”
He stood from the bed, placed me in the center of it, removed his towel, and untied my robe. He ate my pussy, and by the time I’d decided he was done, I was near the headboard.
He came up, his beard curling from being soaked. “Stop running from me, baby.” He said as he took off my robe, throwing it halfway across the room, then slid inside of me.
A fucked me so good, I didn’t care that Solo was still there. I felt like he was trying to pin me to the mattress.
“Fuck, A!” I panted with my hand on his chest to ease the pressure. He stared down at me.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?” He questioned as he continued to fuck me.
“Mmhmm, don’t stop.” I pleaded.
In the midst of him rearranging my insides, I finally made eye contact with Solo, who was standing there watching us fuck and stroking his dick. His eyes were low, but he kept them trained on me.
“A, hold up,” I said as I tapped his shoulder. His strokes slowed to a stop.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, then followed my gaze to Solo before looking back at me.
“I want you both to fuck me.”
I said it barely above a whisper, but I said it. It was alcohol, for sure, giving me the courage to say it aloud.
“Say what you want.” A urged me.
“I want you to fuck my pussy, while Solo fucks me in the ass.” I clarified.
He blew a deep breath.
“Nah, that’s not happening, baby. Switch that.” He chuckled.
I nodded and pulled my lip between my teeth and called Solo over to the bed.
A got out of bed and left me with him.
No sooner than Solo got into bed, he grabbed my face and kissed me. I reached between us and stroked his dick slowly. Then I gently pushed him backward and straddled him.
“Fuck.” He groaned as I leaned forward to ease his dick inside of me. I moaned once I bottomed out. If I thought that he had made me cum earlier, sitting on his curve would surely get the job done.
He slapped my ass as I bounced on him. Then he leaned forward and sucked my breasts.
A let us have a moment before he returned to bed. I felt the bed dip, and him crawl back inside of it and behind me. He pushed the arch of my back, and I could hear the sound of a bottle opening, and I knew he was pouring lubricant on his dick.
A’s dick was huge, and it’s been years since I had done anal. The last time I let anyone come near my butt, it was Psycho. But then again, I let that man explore every inch of my body as freely as he wanted to.
A poured lubricant on his hand, and then inserted one finger, and then another into my tightest hole.
I dug my nails into Solo’s forearm as the grip that he had on me turned into a bear hug.
“Relax, baby.” Big A tried to soothe me by leaning down and kissing the small of my back, but it didn’t work in the least bit.
Solo tried his best to soothe me as well. He kissed and licked my neck. A’s hands moved deeper and faster; my pussy contracted around Solo’s dick, making him bite me.
When he removed his fingers, I felt like I could breathe, but somehow still whimpered at the loss of the feeling. Then he pressed his dick to my entrance. I know I was squeezing Solo hard as hell. He held me tighter, though.
“You okay?” Big A moaned.
“Mmhmm,” I whimpered.
He took his dick out of me and then put it back in, this time easing more of himself into me. Tears streamed down the side of my face, and Solo kissed and bit my lips.
“I need you to relax, baby.” A urged me again. But that was easier said than done.
I exhaled and tried to relax while I felt him drizzling more lubricant on my ass.
My knees shook against the mattress.
“You want me to stop?” He asked.
“No.”
I grabbed the pillows beside Solo’s head and clenched them tight as A filled me completely.
“Oh, my fuck!” I screamed.
He rubbed my ass gently. It didn’t calm me in the least bit; then he slowly started to move in and out of me.
Then Solo started to move again, and it was the most painful yet pleasurable experience I had ever felt.
Solo tongued me down as he held my waist and fucked me. A was going slowly; he was careful not to be too rough.
Solo broke the kiss and then grabbed me by both sides of my face as I whimpered.
“Focus on me; you're doing so good. You take dick so good.” He praised me. It made me cum faster and harder than I had anticipated.
“Damn, I’m cumming!” I cried out after just a couple of minutes.
“Fuck, you’re about to make me cum. Get up.” Solo rasped.
A slid out of me, and I lazily got up from Solo’s dick just in time to see ropes of his cum shooting from the tip of it.
I lay on my stomach lazily before A climbed back on me. He finished what he had started. He eased back into me and fucked my ass until we both came.