I hold the back of his head as our tongues whirl around. I can feel his hard cock through his shorts. I hope I can take it. I reach under my own shirt... and tug at my bra, the underwire held in place by the weight of my tits; and toss it to the floor. I stand up and lead him to the bedroom, pulling my little t-shirt up and over my head as I go. I turn to look to him and he’s way ahead of me, he’s standing there naked, cock hard as steel with a glistening of pre-cum at the tip. A hungry look in. I was cursing him in my head. It was a trap. I was dying to be fucked but at this time I had never been with a black guy, let alone two. It was a real conundrum for me. "That's Nicole and she's on X," Jason said."Oh, you bastard," I said.He just smiled at me.The men laughed, one sat on the bed not far from me."Jason tells us you're not into black guys?"I was shocked. I had no answer."That's OK," he said. "I bet if I pulled my big, black cock out right now you wouldn't want to suck it?"I bit my. ” He pulled his hand back, paused while she caught her breath, and brought it down hard. He’d really got into that swing.“Owww!”“Oh yes. I’m supposed to be spanking you. Well, count for me.” He spanked her again.“Ow. Two.”“But you didn’t count one. This is one.” It was another strong swing.“One.” She counted up to five. Then he stroked her butt with his fingers. One finger slipped between her cheeks and along her slit. “Mr. Brown!” He immediately slapped her hard. “Oww! Six.”“Are you so anxious. Sure, a few guys can claim to have bedded Sally, but no one, and I mean no one even bothers telling stories on the twins, and here I am, having fit my dick inside one of them and latched my arm around the other written in my resumé. Sally, she didn’t like it. She doesn’t like Cindy and she doesn’t like Sara and she doesn’t like me. When Cindy and I started dating, it was simple mathematics: Adding negatives just makes it more and more negative. Neither Cindy nor I wanted anything to do with.