I Can Feel You On My Lips, I Can Feel You Deep Inside

Part 2: One, two, three, not only you and me

Tim and I gathered our things and began to head indoors. I grabbed my purse from the car and saw my face in the mirror when I reached in to grab it. Apart from the eyeliner that had run down my cheeks, I had the biggest smile on my face, knowing what was about to go down! I asked Tim where the bathroom was, and he escorted me to it, so that I could freshen up and redo my makeup.

I sat on the toilet and fixed my face. I decided that my tuck job needed to be removed, because the last thing I wanted was for someone else to rip it off in the heat of the moment. My entire crotch tis completely smooth shaven, and my sissy bits are senitive. After I removed it, I took a dollop of lube and ran it all into and around my back pussy walls, then proceeded to head back out to find Tim in the house.

This hookup would be 2 firsts for me. I had never been in a threesome, and I had never been with a black man. Their cock sizes are legendary, from everything I’ve seen, heard, or read. Tim was at the island in his kitchen with a bong and 3 glasses of wine. He asked me to run some more music through his Bluetooth speaker, so I queued up my Girl Power mix again, and Rihanna started bumping quietly in the background. I slinked over to Tim to grab my wine, leaned in on him and gave him a kiss on his neck, then rested my head on his shoulder.

“Damn you smell good,” he said, “you want a bong hit?”

I told him maybe in a minute, that I was enjoying just hanging with him and sipping on the wine. He began telling me something about his work that I wasn’t following at all, but was acting like I was, as I ran my hands up and down on his chest, then eventually all over his abs and belly, and finally back down to his cock. I began gently stroking on it as I leaned in began nibbling on his neck and earlobe, then he turned to kiss me. We made out passionately for about 30 seconds before he pulled away, and said,

“Girl, we best wait for Jerome, or else I’m gonna pop again, and I want to save it for all of us. You got me worked up!”

I laughed and released his hard cock, and we gave each other sweet pecks as I stood back. It was at that time that I heard a knock on the door. My heart started pounding a little harder, I began to get really nervous in a good way, and was still in disbelief that this was going down. Tim said he’d be right back, and went to open the door. I tried to find a strategic place to pose and look sexy for when Jerome came in, but the kitchen is a hard place to do that, so I just leaned back against the counter, stuck my chest out and sucked my belly in.

I heard them talking quietly to each other, then laughing and high fiving as they walked down the hall towards me. They entered the room and Tim introduced me to Jerome. He had the eyes of a hunter. I smiled as Jerome walked towards me, and he came right up to me and gave me a very strong hug, then immediately kissed me as deep as he could, with a lot of force, as his entire tongue went down my throat. He smiled, and slowly let go of me. He backed up a few steps to visually inspect me, and could tell that I was nervous and shivering as I smiled back.

“Goddamn, Tim,” said Jerome, “you weren’t kidding. This baby is smoking hot! You hot as shit, girl! Gimme a twirl, let daddy see you from all angles!”

I blushed and smiled at Jerome, and twirled around in a circle, then curtseyed clumsily. Here’s the thing, I’m not totally passable, I know that if anyone focused on me for more than a couple of seconds, they would know I wasn’t a girl, but for some reason, it was important to both Tim and Jerome to let me know that I was a hot girl, which they somehow thought proved that they weren’t gay. Jerome brought it up immediately.

“Tim told you we’re not gay, right? That needs to be known up front, we like girls, and just hang out and have fun, that’s it.”

Tim was nodding in agreement as he was packing the bong with some seriously strong smelling weed. He lit it up, took a pull, then passed it to Jerome, who did the same, then held the bong and told me to come to him. I did as I was told, and he put it up to my mouth and lit it for me. I took as big a hit as I could at his urging, then exhaled and coughed my head off. Jerome sat the bong on the counter and pulled me into him.

“There, there, baby, you gonna be just fine, let it out, baby,” he said, as his giant hands were massaging my back and neck as I recovered from the coughing fit.

The weed was seriously strong. As I recovered, I felt a euphoria rush over my entire body that left me tingling and excited, and I put my head on Jerome’s burly chest as he continued rubbing his hands all over me. Tim piped up and suggested we head to his room. He grabbed the speaker and my wine, and I grabbed my purse, and Tim led us to his room, as I walked with Jerome’s arm draped around my waist. This was happening. There was no turning back.

Tim entered the room, then stood at the door as we walked in behind him. Once we entered, he closed the door and joined us as we stood next to the bed. Jerome was on one side of me, and Time was on the other. They both turned towards me and both wrapped their arms around me, running their hands up and down my body, breathing heavily, taking turns kissing me, and each of them had an ass cheek in their hands.

“You look so fucking hot, baby,” said Tim, “I can’t wait to have more of you.”

With his free hand, Tim took off his robe and stood there naked.