My first experience with a BBC

I’ve been dating Phil for a year and a half. We’re a normal couple who are always together everywhere. I love him very much, and he’s happy with everything. I like the fact that we always try to be open and trusting with each other. We’re not jealous because we’re used to talking and discussing different situations. We want to become a real family, and that will happen soon.

I’ve always wanted a threesome. We discussed it. Phil was pretty turned on when I told him about it, and I really wanted it to happen. So we always knew we’d definitely try it. All that was left was to plan it. We decided it would be a guy outside our group of friends, so there wouldn’t be any unnecessary conversations.

Phil went to various gyms and exercise centers. There were a lot of different guys there. I picked him up a few times and looked at all the guys, maybe I’d like someone. Then a black guy started saying hi to me, and we chatted for a while when I was waiting for Phil.

I felt really comfortable talking to this guy named Keith. I looked at his body, his muscles, his dark skin, and his strong arms. Then I caught myself thinking I’d love to fuck this guy. Then I told my boyfriend about it. We decided it would be a great idea for Keith and I to have a threesome.

I got goosebumps at the thought of fucking a black guy. We didn’t know how to tell him about our desire, and then it all happened naturally. We met at a party. It was unexpected, but Phil and I realized it was a great opportunity.

That night, the three of us ended up in our apartment. I was very nervous. Phil kissed me and did everything he could to make me relax. Then, gradually, both guys touched and stroked my body. While Phil kissed me, Keith slowly undressed me. His hands wandered over my body making me feel hot.

Finding myself naked in front of two guys felt incredible. I was in my boyfriend’s arms when Keith entered me. And I was so wet, I felt dizzy with excitement. I moaned from his cock. It was so different, a new sensation. I felt it was thicker and longer than my boyfriend. He moved so confidently, as if he knew every cell of me.

Phil watched, touched me, and then fucked me after Keith. And it was like two different worlds inside me at once. I came so hard that my legs shook for about ten minutes. Afterward, I couldn’t think of anything else. Phil noticed how I was glowing and smiled. «You liked it, huh?» I nodded. I didn’t just like it. It was a revelation.

Then I thought about strange men’s hands on my body for the next two weeks. I wanted more and confessed it to my boyfriend. «With two black guys?» I nodded biting my lip. He was so excited he didn’t even argue. We agreed to meet Keith and his friend in a week.

When they arrived, Phil was already sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. I could see him trembling with anticipation, but he didn’t come over. «I’ll just watch today.» he whispered to me before they arrived. His cock was already hard, but he wasn’t touching himself. He was just watching.

I stood in the middle of the room in my lace lingerie. Tyrone and Keith didn’t waste time talking. Tyrone pulled me against him from behind, his large hands cupping my boobs, his fingers squeezing my nipples until I moaned. Keith knelt in front of me, pulled down my panties, and pressed his lips to my pussy.

His tongue was hot and insistent. I grabbed his shoulders feeling myself begin to fall into deep pleasure again. «You’re so wet…» Tyrone growled in my ear. His huge, heavy black cock pressed against my lower back. I’d never felt anything like it. When Keith stood up and they both lifted me into their arms, I was already trembling with anticipation. They laid me down on the bed. Tyrone lay underneath me and slowly entered me. I screamed. He was so thick that I felt my vaginal walls gradually stretch gripping his cock. His every movement sent waves of pleasure through my body, from my clit to my fingertips.

Keith knelt in front of my face. His black cock was slightly thinner but longer, with a swollen head. I took it into my mouth. While Tyrone fucked me from below with powerful, rhythmic thrusts, Keith fucked my mouth holding my hair. I choked, but I loved it, I really loved feeling completely filled with cock, used and desired.

The new sensation was everywhere. They moved in sync, as if they’d done it a thousand times. Tyrone grabbed my hips and started pounding faster, his balls slapping my ass. Keith moaned pushing deeper into my throat. I came first. It was sharp, hard, with a scream that drowned out the cock in my mouth. My muscles clenched around Tyrone so hard he growled and came inside me flooding my insides with hot cum. I felt every pulse.

They didn’t let me rest, but flipped me over onto all fours. Now Keith entered me from behind. His black cock reached depths I hadn’t even suspected. Tyrone stood in front of me and thrust his still-hard cock into my mouth. I sucked tasting my own taste mixed with his cum. Phil was breathing heavily in the chair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him slowly masturbating looking at me. His eyes were full of excitement. He wasn’t jealous. He was enjoying himself.

I came a second time when Keith slapped my ass and penetrated even deeper. A third orgasm washed over me when Tyrone came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all without stopping. New sensations washed over me in waves. I felt complete surrender, two strong bodies controlling my every movement, the warmth of their skin, the contrast of their sizes, the way they filled me simultaneously from front and back. I felt dirty, depraved, and incredibly free. Every thrust sent sparks down my spine. My pussy throbbed growing more sensitive with each passing moment. I screamed and begged for more and deeper.

Then they took over my entire body. Tyrone entered me from behind, and Keith lay underneath me and entered my pussy. Double penetration was something beyond me. I felt them rubbing against each other inside me through the thin septum. My whole body trembled, tears streaming down my cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. I came so hard that for a moment it was as if I lost my sight.

Phil came watching this. I heard him groan from the corner, but he didn’t come over. He simply watched as I gave myself completely to two black men. All of this revealed something new in me, some burning, insatiable side I hadn’t known existed before.

I woke up late the next day. My body ached so sweetly and deeply, as if I’d been caressed and simultaneously pounded by soft waves all night. I lay there, unable to move. A pleasant, nagging ache throbbed between my legs, a reminder of how deeply and greedily I’d been fucked the night before. My pussy was slightly swollen and hot, and when I gently ran my fingers over the labia, I felt them still wet and sensitive.

Phill was sleeping next to me. His breathing was even and calm, but I knew he hadn’t slept too until almost morning. We barely spoke after Tyrone and Keith left. We only took a silent shower together, where he gently washed me. Then we went to bed, and he simply held me until I fell asleep.