Teacher of the Black Cocks Ch. 03

"Ok, ok. No need to get personal. I was just trying to fuck your bitches ass," Tyron's friend replied. "She has nice hips for breeding."

"Yes, for a big black cock," Tyron said. "She's not just any bitch. She's my bitch."

I was moved by his words and found myself staring at his broad, dark chest, luscious and inviting, just inches in front of my eyes. I wondered if it tasted as richly savory as it looked. Before my brain could remind me of why it was a bad idea, my tongue darted out for a lick, then my mouth just needed a little nibble. Oh, gods, he tasted good.

"Mmmm," Tyron's voice rumbled through his chest.

I froze. What was I doing? It was Tyron in front of me. And the warmth behind me? That was his friend, whose long, thick cock was trapped between my legs, and twitching. I was a sandwich, caught firmly between two huge slices of delicious, dark skinned man.

"Don't stop, baby," Tyron's friend complained, and I realized I had been grinding my hips back against his while I nibbled at Tyron's chest, and I was dripping wet -- as was his cock, which slid deliciously against my sensitive labia.

I let my hips move again as I worked on Tyron's chest, and his hands slid through my short hair, gently. I licked and nibbled at his small, flat nipples as his friend and I ground our hips together. It was pure instinct when he shifted his hips a little, and I followed suit, feeling his tool slide deep into me--so easy, so good, just like a hot knife through butter. I was a little sore from last night down there, but damn, that felt good.

Tyron slid down his body until our lips met, and his tongue invaded my mouth as his friend began pumping slowly, in and out. I swear, his cock was penetrating so deeply it reached my belly button. I groaned into Tyron's mouth. Instead of the short intense burst of last night's fucking, he was making love to me, languorous, deliberate, and sensual, his lips tracing a fiery path across my neck and shoulders.

Tyron ended the kiss, and slid down his body and began suckling on my nipples as he played with my breasts, each fitting in the palm of his huge hands. As his friend continued his slow assault on my pussy, Tyron continued working his way down my belly, until he was between my legs. I already had one leg curled back over his friend, which gave Tyron enough room for his lips and tongue to find my clit.

"Ooooh, yes," I cried out as he clamped his lips over the sensitive little organ, his tongue teasing.

Gradually Tyron's friend increased his tempo, and between his deep, full penetration, Tyron's clit-play, my orgasm washed over me like a tsunami, and I convulsed in their arms, lost to my pleasure. I cummed on his cock. Then he took it out and left a void to fill up.

My body immediately decided it wanted his cock inside, and what had been a gradual recovery from the intense orgasm became a fresh desire. Without warning he pushed his cock deep inside me and started fucking me hard and rough. I knew he was just using me to cum and that made me super excited and once again I started cum but this time he didn't stop.

When I was done with my second orgasm he flipped me over on my stomach and started pounding me in a prone bone sex position. The prone bone sex position requires little work on my behalf, but damn, it feels amazing! The angle creates a tighter entry for him and that means increased sensation for both of us. First he pushed against me firmly as I lay face down on the bed, resting my forearms and breasts on the surface while raising my hips and buttocks high. Every single thrust was hitting my g-spot and I was feeling a full body orgasm about to happen. My body started shaking and the orgasms happened once again with my vagina getting tight with it -- and a moment later he groaned his own completion as he flooded me with thick jets of hot cum.

After a few seconds, Tyron rolled to his back, and pulled me with him until I was straddling his hips. His cock pressed against my sore but still needy dripping wet pussy. I never slept with two men before. It was tiring but extra orgasmic.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're everything," he groaned as I sank down on him, taking his entire length in one well-lubricated motion. I stooped to catch my breath. Like his body, his cock was just a bit bigger than his friend, a little bit thicker, a little bit longer, and he stretched me to my limits. I was full of man, and I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and chest, traced the lines of his muscles.

I rocked my hips slowly, ground my clit against Tyron, then lifted myself on my knees, my hands still on his chest. His hands went to my hips to guide my movements as I rode him, slowly at first as I figured out how this works, then faster.

Tyron's hands slid to my waist and continued helping me move with him. A quick slap to my ass cheek made me jump. His hands continued moving downward, until sliding between my labia and around his cock while my juices continued to flow.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together, Tyron's moans of pleasure, and my whimpers of delight every time he slid past my g-spot, and again when my clit was mashed against his body, filled the room.

"Let's try something new, baby," Tyron said, and I felt his hand at my second opening. He dipped his fingers in the slick blend of juices that leaked around his cock, and his middle finger was there again, a gentle pressure, around and around. It felt so good in combination with my full pussy, and when it slipped inside the tight hole. I groaned and pushed back against his hands with my next downward motion, and his middle finger slipped in deeper.

"Yes, oh, I like that," I moaned. "Please, Tyron, yes."

When Tyron added another finger it was too much, and my orgasm burst through me, tearing my nervous system into shreds. I yelled his name, over and over, and felt him lose his load inside of me. It felt like a fire hose as he let loose.

"Damn I getting hard again," Tyron's friend said. "Let's do a spit roast this time."

"I can't anymore," I whimpered. I was wrung out.

"Haha, It's ok he was joking," Tyron replied. "Let's rest a bit now."

After some time, I carefully extricate myself from the tangled mess of limbs and sheets. I couldn't shake the scenes of last night and this moraine out my head. It left me vulnerable and emotionally exposed.

I pushed aside the tangled sheets then swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet were sinking into the plush carpet beneath me. I liked the warm feeling of morning light on my feets. And at the same time it casted long shadows that stretched across the walls and floor. It was almost as if highlighting my shame, guilt and pleasure.

Then I reached for my torn dresses which were scattered haphazardly across the floor. Why the fuck they tore my dresses in pices? How the fuck I'll go home now. I didn't bring any spare clothes with me.

I kept looking around the room. My heart sank as I took in the full extent of the damage and the lingering scent of alcohol, sweat and cum was hanging heavy in the air.

"Pretty messed up, right?" Tyron said.

Then I noticed Tyron and his friend were looking at me the whole time. I looked at them with a mixture of shame and resignation. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

"My dress..." I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper as I held up the torn fabric for them to see.

"I'm sorry," Tyron murmured softly. "We got carried away last night, and things got out of hand a little."

"You did begged us to tear up your dresses, Mrs," Tyron's friend replied.

The clothes I wore when I left home were now at Britney's house.

"I left my spare clothes at Britney's house last night," I said while my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I need to get them, but how can I get there now?"

"I can call a taxi for you," Tyron's friend replied. "I know this guy so no worries."

I looked at Tyrom and asked, "can you...can you give me a ride and something to wear?"

"Of course," he replied smoothly. "But how about another round back in the car when my friend drives you to Britney's house?"

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. "Again?" I asked.

Tyron reached out to take my hand in his and pulled me closer. "Don't you like what we just have?" Tyron asked.

"It was great," I whispered as I leaned in closer, my body trembling against his.

"That's it?" Tyron said. "Tell me more Mrs. Slut."

"I loved the way you two fucked me today. I've never been fucked like that before. I had no idea it would be this good," I continued. "I've never had such a sexual rush. I came so hard. I never thought I could cum so hard and so many times."

"No doubt that you're a teacher," Tyron said. "No bitch can be articulated like you."

Then Tyron's lips curved into a devilish smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned back against the pillows, his gaze fixed on mine with unwavering certainty.

"I have just the thing," Tyron replied cryptically. He reached for his long t-shirt draped over a nearby chair. Must be used. "I think this should do the work for now."

"This will work but now..." I stopped.

"What is it?" Tyron asked.

"Never mind," I replied.

"Split it out bitch," Tyron ordered.

"That now I have no choice but to go...underwearless," I replied.

"A slut shouldn't wear underwear at all," Tyron's friend said. "Didn't you teach her that yet, bro?"

"I already forbid that, haha," Tyron replied. "Anyway, who needs underwear when you look as stunning as you do in my t-shirt?"

His words made me blush. "Thank you," I murmured softly. "For everything."

"What about me?" Tyron's friend asked. I felt a flush of embarrassment color my cheeks, unsure of how to respond to his question. I glanced between Tyron and his friend, my thoughts were racing.

"It was meant for both of you," I replied. "I appreciate everything you two have done for me."

"That's how a bitch should say thank you. Why don't you give your number to my friend, Jamal," Tyron said. "In my absence, he'll have some fun with you from time to time."

Tyron's suggestion caught me off guard. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to process his words.

"Tyron, I..." I began. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure I sho..."

But before I could finish, Tyron's friend spoke up, "don't worry. I promise I'll take good care of you."

A new relationship with Tyron's friend? Fuck me. I really needed to fall in the rabbit hole.

"It's just a bit of fun," Tyron reassured me. "Nothing to worry about, I promise."

"Okay," I murmured softly. "I'll give him my number."

Then I exchanged contact information with Tyron's friend but I was unsure of what the future held for me.

"Nice, just one more thing. Jamal is very dominant in bed, so you better say yes to everything," Tyron chuckled. "Rough too but you'll get used to it."

Tyron's words sent a shiver down my spine.

Just relax and enjoy yourself," Tyron urged, his voice low and soothing. I promise you won't regret it."

"Okay," I murmured softly. "I'll...I'll do everything as he says."

"Alright. Let's head to Britney's house. We'll grab breakfast on the way," Tyron said excitedly.

"Sure," I replied tentatively. "Breakfast sounds good."

Then we reached the car and climbed inside. "So, about breakfast," he began. "I was thinking we could try that new café. What do you think?"

I felt unsure and embarrassed, remembering our talk earlier about me not wearing underwear. "Um, I don't know," I said, feeling nervous. I looked out the window, feeling all mixed up inside.

Tyron reached over and gave my bare thigh a light squeeze. "Hey, come on," he teased. "It'll be cool, I swear. And who knows? We might see someone we know."

"No, don't say it like that," I replied.

"I'm just kidding," Tyron replied.

I felt really nervous, thinking about going out with Tyron wearing just a t-shirt and high heels. What If I really met someone I know. It made me feel kinda embarrassed and vulnerable. "Um, okay," I said quietly, still not sure. But I agreed to go to the café with him.

When we got to the café and found a place to park, I took a big breath and held Tyron's hand tight as we got out of the car. Then we walked into the café. It smelled so good like coffee and yummy pastries. I was excited but also kinda nervous. Inside, it was noisy with people talking and dishes clinking.

Then, I whispered to Tyron, "Um, Tyron. My... um... my pussy is getting messy." I blushed a lot, feeling really embarrassed. I hoped no one heard us.

Tyron looked at me and squeezed my hand. "It's okay, honey," he said quietly. "Let's find a table, and I'll find something to wipe it."

We looked for a table together and finally, we found a table in a quiet spot at the back. Tyron smiled at me and gave me a napkin and said, "Here, clean it up."

I took the napkin from Tyron. Having him there made me feel better in the busy café. Then, I cleaned up the mess on my pussy and inner thigh. I felt relieved and looked at Tyron with a smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Thanks," I said. "Though this seat might get super wet, let's order breakfast."

"It's okay. Let's get something yummy to make you feel better," tryon replied.

When the waitress came over, I felt a bit weird. She looked at me funny, like she was judging me. It made me feel uncomfortable.

I felt really uncomfortable in my seat, realizing I looked kind of messy and didn't have proper clothes on under Tyron's big t-shirt. I worried the waitress might think I did something bad. I could hear the squishy sound between my thighs and I was wondering if it was only me.

But Tyron acted like it was no big deal. He was calm and cool, talking to the waitress and ordering for us. He made everything seem okay.

When we finished eating, I stood up and saw a big mess on the seat. I thought I cleaned everything or almost everything. They came so deep inside me. I felt super embarrassed seeing the wet spot where I sat. I looked at Tyron, feeling anxious that others might notice. We left quickly to avoid more embarrassment.

To be continued...