I woke up at 6am the next morning. It was game day. Although we didn't have to be on the practice field at 7am, we still had a light team workout and a meeting to do some last minute game planning and preparation. Afterward, we hit the showers. It went without discussion that Jamal and I would not be rinsing off at the same shower column. In fact, we were on opposite sides of the communal locker room showers. I did not see any other teammate in a sexual light; therefore, I had no issues with getting hard. However, I was prepared to use the cold water, if needed, as I still really didn't know what to expect. The attraction to Jamal was new and foreign to me.

Later that afternoon, I met up with Jamal in the cafeteria for lunch. We sat down at one of the booths and Heather appeared out of nowhere and slid in next to Jamal, facing me. "What are you boys up to?" she asked with a sinister smile on her face.

She was wearing her cheerleading uniform and was looking hot as always. Her toned arms and legs and the low cut collar of the uniform top accented her nice C-Cup tits. On game days, cheerleaders wore their uniforms to school and the players wore their jerseys.

"Just grabbing some lunch," I said nonchalantly.

"Nervous about the big game tonight?" she continued with a sly tone to her voice. "It's the playoffs. Do you think you all will bring us home another championship?"

That tone of voice she used aggravated me. It was slightly sinister and slightly sarcastic at the same time. I was annoyed. "Heather, you did not come over here to talk about the game. So what do you want?" I snapped.

She gave a slight smile. "Jamal told me that you are down for our, um, how should I say it? Little get together," she said, then batted her eyelashes.

"That is the last thing on my mind right now," I snapped back.

"Look, I get it," she responded. "You have the big game tonight, and whether you win or lose, you're not going to be up for getting together. If you win, you'll be partying. If you lose, well..."

"We will just have to play it by ear," Jamal interjected. "When we win, we'll have another game next Friday, which means another week of practice."

Heather rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh, then lowered her voice, making eye contact with me. "I have almost rubbed my pussy raw fantasizing about this hookup. I don't know how much longer I can take."

"Well, good things come to those who wait!" Jamal said in a sinister voice, putting emphasis on the word "come," which made me grin.

Well, as it turned out, Heather didn't have to wait too much longer. We lost that night in a heartbreaker where we came up short by 2 points, thus ending my high school football career. Jamal was so talented; I knew he would be playing at the collegiate level.

The following Monday Jamal and I were back in the cafeteria again when Heather came and sat down with us. "Ok, what about this weekend? Friday and Saturday night? My parents are out of town."

"They go out of town a lot!" I replied.

"Yeah, they both travel for work and are hardly ever home. This weekend they are actually meeting up with each other in Miami to have a weekend to themselves before they are off for work again. It's crazy, I know, but they make it work. They know I can take care of myself but will have my older brother if I need anything."

"That is crazy," Jamal said. " I can't even wrap my mind around that."

"Well, speaking of my older brother, he's going to be spending more time at home. He and his girlfriend, Dana, broke up," Heather mentioned.

"No shit?" I retorted with a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, remember a few weeks ago when I got out of your car?" she asked, referring to the night she gave Jamal and me handjobs.

I nodded.

"Well, if you remember, Dana darted out of the house and got into her car. That's when I got out of yours and went in the house. They had just broken up," she continued.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Then how in the hell..."

"We will be staying in a hotel," she interrupted. "I can use the rewards points my parents have accumulated from their work travels to get us 2 nights at the Marriott Marquis downtown. That's why I need to know if next Friday and Saturday are good."

"So two nights?" Jamal asked with a confused look on his face.

"Hell yeah," she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "If we are going to do this, then we are going to do it right!"

A little confused myself, I asked, "And your parents are just going to let you use their points to stay a weekend in a lavish hotel? I'm assuming you had a reason to give them."

"Yep, I just told them I wanted a girls' weekend with my friends. You know, facials, manicures, pedicures, girl stuff," she explained, "and I didn't want to be around the house with my brother sulking all weekend. They had no problem with it."

Heather had it all worked out and was very confident in herself. I, on the other hand, was hesitant and nervous. I didn't know how it would play out. I knew we would be getting all up on Heather, but what about Jamal? Furthermore, I kept asking myself if I would be willing to touch or play with Jamal in a sexual way if the situation presented itself. The idea did turn me on a little, but that would be a line once crossed, we could never return from. I had already admitted to myself that I was turned on by him. That was obvious with the locker room shower incident, and I knew that he was attracted to me. However, were we really going to act on it? And if so, then how? All of those thoughts were swirling in my head, and my mind raced more and more each day building up to that Friday when Jamal texted me asking if I could pick him up on the way to the hotel. Heather got there early because she wanted to get everything "set up" for whatever it was she had in mind, aside from the obvious.

We each came up with a story to tell our parents as to why we would be gone all weekend. I'm not going to get into details, but I was good to go until Sunday.

I left my house around 6 o'clock and headed over to pick up Jamal. I had butterflies in my stomach, my throat was dry, and my palms were sweaty. I pulled up his driveway, and he was outside waiting for me. He opened the passenger side door, threw a duffel bag in back, and got in the car. He held up a hand for a high five.

"Are you ready to get our fuck on?" he shouted in excitement.

In my nervousness, I slapped his hand five times and mustered a "Hell yeah!" Only I was wondering what he meant by "our."

I cranked the music as we hit the interstate to head downtown to the Marriott Marquis. I had never stayed in a hotel that nice before. That was damn near luxury. Jamal suggested we self-park so we wouldn't have to pay the fee for valet. A hotel staff member directed us to the entrance of the underground parking garage. We circled down the floor levels until Jamal spotted an available space in a corner of the garage. It was dark down there, and the tinted windows on my car made it even darker. I shifted my car to park, unsnapped my seat belt, and just sat there behind the wheel. I was mentally gearing myself up for what was about to come. I took a few deep breaths and wiped my palms on my jeans.

Jamal gave me a concerned look. "You okay, man? What's up?"

I exhaled, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous."

My heartbeat accelerated as I looked over at him, not knowing what to say or do next. Should we just get out of the car?

He patted my knee with his left hand. "I know. This does seem a little crazy," he said calmly, "but I think that once we get started, the nervous jitters will go away."

"You're not nervous?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, I am, but things will start to mellow...." He paused, then redirected, "Hey, I have an idea."

I didn't reply, only continued staring at him.

Jamal looked around, then back at me. "Let's jerk off," he said.

"What?" I snapped, wondering if I heard him correctly.

"Yeah, dude, let's jerk off right here, right now," he suggested.

I was giving him a look as if he had lost his mind.

"Think about it," he explained. "It will take the edge off of the nerves. It's not like we haven't seen each other in a sexual situation before, and we will last longer when we start getting it on with Heather. Seriously, who knows what she has in store for us, and I would hate to shoot my load too soon. If we rub one out now, we won't have to worry about getting overly excited with her."

He did have a point. My heart was now racing, and I had such a tingly nervous feeling throughout my body that I didn't notice that I was starting to get hard. I instinctively rubbed my crotch as I started feeling myself stiffen. Jamal noticed and rubbed his crotch as well.

"Yeah, that's it," he encouraged.

I exhaled as I continued rubbing myself over my jeans. I was watching Jamal. He was doing the same as he was watching me back. My cock grew harder as I increased the pressure on it. I noticed that Jamal was rock hard as I saw the outline of his cock starting to form on his jeans. My heart was still racing, but that nervous feeling was gone. Jamal looked around again to see if anyone was around. Once he saw that we were still alone, he unsnapped his jeans and slid the zipper down. He lifted his T-shirt with his left hand, reached into his pants with his right, and pulled out his rock-hard, black dick!

A wave of erotic excitement shot through me. I involuntarily let out a moan as I saw his huge cock pressed against his abs. His purple cock head was nice and plump with a bead of precum already forming. He made an upstroke on his dick with his right hand, and more precum oozed out the head. My cock was now begging to be free from my jeans.

Jamal made eye contact with me then looked down at my crotch. "Are you going to let me see your cock, or are you just going to stare at mine?" he asked teasingly, flashing me a smile.

I made no hesitation. I pulled up my shirt and quickly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. I reached in and freed my rock-hard dick and started stroking it slowly.

"That's so hot," Jamal cooed. "You've got a nice-looking cock."

I was breathing so heavily. "So do you," was all I could say between breaths.

We watched each other slowly stroke ourselves, not wanting to rush. Jamal was letting out small, quiet moans as he watched me jerk my cock. A few minutes passed by as we both got off on watching the other. Then Jamal made eye contact with me again. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

"Huh?" was what I replied with as I kept stroking. I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly.

"My cock," he said. "You want to touch my cock?" he clarified.

I was startled, yet excited by the question. Before I could answer, he said, "I want to touch yours."

I was so turned on by that, I was utterly speechless. I didn't say anything. I just let go of my cock with my right hand but still held up my shirt with my left. Jamal smiled and slid to his left. He slowly reached over with his left hand and grabbed my shaft. The head of my cock was lubed up with precum, and he slowly stroked me. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. His hand felt so good stroking my dick. After a few seconds I opened my eyes and saw that he was still stroking his own cock with his right hand.

I straightened up in my seat. I stopped him from stroking me.

"What's up? Are you okay?" he quickly asked once I stopped him.

"Yeah." I smiled. "It's my turn."

He knew what was next. He relaxed in his seat, and I reached over with my right hand and grabbed the shaft of his cock. Another twinge of excitement shot through my body. I had never had a dick in my hand other than my own. It was nice, warm, and hard. I started stroking him slowly. I ran my thumb over his engorged purple head, scooping up the precum that had oozed from his cock. I started to increase my pace when I felt his shaft start twitching.

"Oh fuck!" Jamal gasped.

I knew he was cumming. I tightened my grip and slowed the pace of my strokes. His left hand clutched the side of the car seat. "Lift your shirt!" I said.

He pulled up his shirt just as his cock exploded. A stream of milky white cum shot up his chest. I sped up my pace on his dick as I gripped tighter so I could feel every convulsion of his dick in my hand as each rope of cum spurted from the head. I stroked him until there was nothing left. My own cock started to convulse. Jerking Jamal's dick had pushed me over the edge. I collapsed back into my seat. I pulled up my shirt in anticipation of my orgasm, then Jamal slid his right hand up his stomach and chest, scooping up his load, then reached over and grabbed my dick using his cum as a lube.

Two strokes were all it took until I exploded. As with Jamal, a huge stream of cum shot out of my dick. My ass came off the seat as my cock spurted the second rope of cum. I let out an intense moan as Jamal kept stroking. My stomach started to twitch as I kept cumming. All the nervousness and anxiety that had been building up since I agreed to experiment with this adventure with Jamal and Heather shot out of my dick in what seemed to be never-ending spurts of hot creamy cum.

"Oh fuck, yeah, get it, bro!" Jamal said encouragingly, and my body kept jolting.

He didn't release his grip on my cock until I had calmed down and my orgasm passed. I didn't remember ever cumming that hard. We both sat in our seats breathing heavily with relief and continued excitement. Without saying a word, Jamal opened the glove compartment and removed the pack of wet wipes I had in there.

"I think we might use every single one of these," Jamal said as he wiped his hands and stomach.

We laughed as we cleaned ourselves off. When we finished, I turned off the ignition. Jamal made eye contact with me again and said, "Now let's go get some pussy!"

Jamal got out of the car and grabbed his duffel bag from the backseat. I grabbed mine from the trunk, and we headed inside the hotel. We took the elevator from the parking deck up to the hotel lobby. The place was immaculate; I had never been in a hotel that nice.

"Did she give you the room number, or do we go to the front desk and ask?" I asked, still looking around, taking everything in.

"She gave me the room number. It's on the 29th floor," he responded.

We looked around until we found the elevators to the guest rooms. We got in and pressed the button for floor 29. The doors closed and the elevator raced off. When the elevator stopped, we got off, and I followed Jamal. We arrived at the door of the room and gave a knock. After a few moments, Heather opened the door, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. She was wearing a grey T-shirt cutoff at the navel with our high school mascot on it. No bra, but she didn't need one. Her perky tits rested nicely under the shirt. She raised an arm to lean on the threshold of the door, and the cutoff T-shirt rose up to where the bottoms of her tits were peeking out the bottom. She was wearing a blue pair of panties that were French-cut and rode high up on her hips.

"What took you boys so long?" she asked teasingly.

She then stepped aside to let us in. We walked through the door, and the hotel room was stunning. It was massive! I don't know if it was some sort of presidential suite or something, but it was gorgeous and huge. I was blown away. We both were. There was a full kitchen and dining room. We meandered through the room or apartment, I should say. We followed her into the bedroom, where there was the biggest bed I had seen in my life. I didn't think there was a bed bigger than a king-size, but four to five people could have slept comfortably on it. The bathroom was amazing as well. There was a jacuzzi tub that was almost as big as a full blown hot tub. The shower was a walk-in with two shower heads. There were 2 sinks and a separate room with a toilet.

Seeing that we were absolutely breathless over the room, Heather laughed, "Yeah, my parents travel in style. I got this room for two nights on just club points they have accumulated."

Neither Jamal nor I gave a response. She turned and pointed at the bed. "And this is going to be our playground!"

After a few minutes of letting Jamal and me absorb the pure luxury of the place, Heather finally broke the silence. "If you two are done 'oooing' and 'aahing,' I'd like to get down to business."

That snapped me out of my trance. "Oh yeah? What kind of business is that?" I asked teasingly.

"The kind that involves my wet pussy and two hard cocks?" she responded with a sinister smile.

She crawled onto the bed and was on her hands and knees facing us as we stood there beside the bed dumbfounded.

"I've waited long enough for this to happen, so forgive me if there are no drinks and flirty conversation leading up to the fuck party we came here for," she said as she reached out and grabbed the front of Jamal's jeans and unsnapped the button.

She quickly unzipped his fly as he stood there and watched. She reached over the band of his underwear, found his cock, and pulled it out. It was still limp as she stroked it a few times. Seeing Jamal's dick again started getting me excited, and my own cock started to stir. I started to rub my crotch over my jeans. Heather slapped my hand. "None of that!" she snapped. "Let me."

I placed my hands to my sides, and, as with Jamal, she unsnapped my pants and pulled my dick out. My dick was starting to get semi-hard. Jamal saw my dick and instinctively gave his a few strokes. Heather slapped his hand away and grabbed both of our dicks. With one in each hand, she started stroking us. I pulled off my shirt and slid my pants and boxers down to my ankles. Jamal did the same. Then Heather pulled me closer to her by my dick and leaned in and took the head into her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds and then let my dick drop. She then bounced the head up and down with her tongue, teasing me. My cock started stiffening. Then she turned her attention to Jamal. Pulling him in, she took his length all the way and deep-throated him. She was bobbing on his cock as she stroked mine.

Everything seemed so surreal. It's like everything with our bisexuality was unfolding in phases. We went from seeing each other naked in the locker room showers (which was no big deal) to seeing each other getting jerked off by Heather in my car, to jerking each other off in my car, to now seeing each other get head service. I didn't know how far we would go, what we would do next, or even what I wanted to do next. I was just riding the wave, doing whatever Heather wanted to do.

As she was sucking Jamal, I stepped out of my pants and boxers. I bent over and removed my socks and was then completely naked. Heather then switched her attention to me and took my length into her mouth. She was sucking me well. She held my cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. This gave Jamal the chance to get naked.

After a few minutes of alternating back and forth sucking us off, Heather changed positions. She moved to the top of the bed and rested her back against the headboard so she could be more comfortable. Jamal and I, both naked at this point, crawled onto the bed and towards her. We were on our knees with our cocks almost touching her face. She wasted no time resuming her suck session with each of us. With a dick in each hand, she tugged them, getting Jamal and me closer to each other, and then she rubbed the heads of our dicks together. The sensation of the head of my dick rubbing Jamal's head sent more excitement through me. I looked up and saw Jamal staring and smiling at me. Heather toyed with us, rubbing our cocks together, making circles, and stroking us. The feeling of my dick rubbing against Jamal's turned me on even more. Then she when went back to sucking us.

While she was bobbing on Jamal's dick, I reached down between her legs with my left hand and rubbed her pussy over her panties. Heather gave a slight moan, and she kept sucking Jamal. After a few circles on her mound, I reached inside her panties. As I did this, Heather instinctively spread her legs a little wider to give me more access. I noticed that there were no pubes. She had shaved her pussy completely, and her mound was nice and smooth. I slid my middle finger down the middle of her slit. She was so wet. In one fluid motion, my finger found her hole, and I slid it all the way in. Heather moaned as I slowly finger-fucked her hungry pussy. With Jamal's cock still in her mouth, she increased her pace on him.

Jamal was watching me finger Heather as she switched and took my length into her mouth. She had no intentions of slowing down. After she went back to Jamal, I slid down between her legs. She lifted her hips as I slid her panties off. I spread her legs wider, and her beautiful bald pussy was staring me in the face. Her pussy lips glistened with her juices as I leaned in and started lapping her slit with my tongue.

I heard Jamal's dick pop out of her mouth, and she gasped at the sensation of the tongue lashing I was giving her pussy. She was moaning and breathing heavily for a few seconds. I started flicking her engorged clit with my tongue as I inserted 2 fingers into her hot hole. She went back to sucking Jamal as she grabbed a handful of the hair on the back of my head and shoved my head into her pussy. I worked her clit with my tongue as I made circling motions with my fingers inside of her.

When I heard Jamal's cock pop from her mouth a second time, I knew she was about to cum. She was moaning and breathing heavily. Her grip on my hair tightened. As her hips thrust up from the mattress, her pussy exploded in my mouth. With one hand clasped to the back of my head and Jamal's dick in the other, she rode my mouth like a bull. Then I felt both of her hands on the back of my head still pushing me into her crotch. Her body gave one last twitch, then fell back on the bed. She released my head from her hands and rubbed the inside of her thighs, as she wound down.

Heather wasted no time. She wasn't in recovery mode quite yet. She looked down at me and said, "I want you to fuck me from behind as I suck Jamal's dick some more."

She had been planning this sex adventure for quite some time because she knew exactly what she wanted; there was no secret about that. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees. I positioned myself behind her as Jamal positioned himself in front of her. She leaned in and took Jamal's dick into her hungry mouth again, and I slid my cock inside her wet pussy. She was still so wet from the orgasm she just had that I slid in balls deep with one thrust. Her pussy was on fire. It was so hot, wet, and soft as I fucked her. I looked up at Jamal, who had one hand on the back of Heather's head as I could see her bobbing on his dick. Her moans and whimpers were muffled by Jamal's cock in her mouth as I fucked her.

Jamal watched me for a few seconds. Then he smiled. "How's that pussy feel?"

"She's so hot and juicy," I responded as I kept my pace.

"Did it taste good?" he asked as he continued watching me pump her from behind.

"She tasted amazing," I answered.

"I want a taste," he said. "Come here."

He motioned to me to lean in as if he were going to tell me a secret. I leaned in towards him, and he leaned in and kissed me on my lips. That took me by complete surprise. I pulled back, and he said, "That wasn't enough. I want to know exactly how that pussy tasted."

I was a bit hesitant, but without thinking, I leaned in towards him again. This time he kissed me slowly. Then he opened his mouth, and I instinctively did the same. He stuck his tongue in my mouth. I followed his lead with my tongue, and we tongue-kissed each other for what seemed like minutes. Feeling Jamal's tongue dance with mine sent a new wave of excitement through me. I pumped Heather's pussy harder, still making out with Jamal.

"Oh fuck me!" Heather responded to the increased pace.

Jamal leaned back and started stroking his dick as he watched me fuck Heather. She noticed him getting off on watching me fuck her. My dick slid out of her as she leaned forward to rest on her stomach. She was looking up at Jamal. "You like watching us?" she asked tauntingly.

"Yeah, it's hot," Jamal responded, still stroking himself.

She smiled up at Jamal and gave him a wink. I didn't think much of it. I was just wondering what she wanted to do next.

She looked over at me, then patted the bed beside her. "Lie down on your back," she said, looking at me and commanded.

Curious as to her next move, I did as she requested. When I was lying on my back, she swung her leg around my head and rested on her knees just above my face. With my nose two inches from her box, I heard her say, "Now you can get off on watching this."

She lowered her hips to where her pussy nestled onto my mouth. I instinctively started licking her. She lowered her torso down on my stomach, and I felt the warm sensation of her lips wrapping around my cock. I have always loved the sixty-nine position. I reached up with my hands and spread her pussy lips wide, and I continued lapping away at her moist pussy. Heather whimpered, and I heard Jamal let out a moan as I imagined him jerking himself off as he watched Heather and me orally service each other. After a few minutes of our sixty-nine, Heather raised her torso up to where she was literally sitting on my face. I kept licking and flicking her slit. She said something to Jamal, but it was muffled with her still straddling my face. She held my dick in her hand, and what I thought I heard her say was, "Well, here it is if you want it."

I wasn't sure what she meant or what she wanted to do next. I didn't really care as I was lost in the tonguing I was giving her pussy. She started gyrating her hips as I continued. Then I thought I heard her say, "Then go for it."

I felt some movement on the bed, and I knew it was Jamal because Heather was still on my face. I felt Heather stroke my cock a few times, then I felt a warm yet firm sensation on my cock. It felt different, but it felt great at the same time. The warm sensation slid down the entire length of my cock, and a massive sucking sensation followed. My balls started tingling, and I let out a moan as I still had a mouthful of Heather's pussy. I wasn't quite sure what was happening, but I heard Heather gasp, "Oh fuck, that is hot! Suck him, Baby!"

Then I knew... I knew right then it was not Heather sucking my cock. It was Jamal! Another tingly wave of excitement shot through me, starting at my balls and moving all the way up to my stomach. I started moaning as the sucking my dick was getting was amazing.

Heather dismounted my face. "You want to watch him?" she asked. "You want to watch him suck you off?"

I looked down, and Jamal was bobbing up and down on my cock. The sides of his cheeks were indented due to the hard sucking he was giving me. He slid my cock out of his mouth and gave a few strokes. Then he flicked and teased my head with his tongue a few times before swallowing my length again. I couldn't believe this was happening. The blow job Jamal was giving me was out of this world. Heather was on her knees beside me rubbing her pussy as she was now getting off on watching Jamal suck me.

"This is so hot," she cooed as she rubbed circles over her pussy with her middle finger. "How does that cock taste?" she asked Jamal.

He didn't respond. He was too focused on me. The more I watched him, the more excitement I felt. Jamal was giving me the blowjob of my life. I reached down and grabbed a handful of his braids. This excited Jamal as he sped up his pace on my cock. Then the tingling started in my balls. I was going to cum. This was not the typical orgasm buildup. This was more immediate.

As soon as I felt the tingling in my balls, my dick quickly started convulsing as my load rapidly rose up my shaft. In a matter of seconds, my cock erupted. Jamal didn't stop. I still had one hand full of his braids and the other clenching the sheets. He swallowed my load and kept bobbing for more. He was moaning while he kept pace on my dick. He started slowing as my orgasm subsided. I fell back on the bed and exhaled loudly. Jamal pulled my dick out of his mouth, and he still stroked me a few times.

Looking down at him, our eyes met. "What did you think of that, Bro?" he said, smiling, still making small strokes on my dick.

"Fuck, man," was all I could say while I was still catching my breath.

He crawled up the bed towards me. As he rose to his knees, I could see that his dick was rock hard. His arms moved up beside me as he crawled up and slid on top of me. He leaned in to kiss me, and my mouth instinctively opened as I welcomed his tongue. His tongue swirled with mine; I didn't care that he had just swallowed my load. My tongue wanted every bit of his. I felt his hard dick against mine as he ground his hips into me while we continued making out.

"Ok, you two, that's enough. There is more fun to be had!" Heather nudged as she let us have our moment together.

Jamal rolled off me to where he was on his side facing Heather. She pointed to Jamal's dick, which was extremely hard and resting against my leg. "Now, what is to be done with that?"

"Why don't you ride him?" I asked, thinking of something hot I could watch to get me hard again.

Heather winked at me. "Good idea!" she said as she nudged Jamal to roll onto his back.

She swung one of her legs over Jamal to where she wasn't facing him but rather facing away from him in a squatting position over his cock. She kept losing her balance, so Jamal held her steady, palms up under her legs below her ass cheeks. Feeling that I could assist, I positioned myself in front of Heather. I grabbed Jamal's cock with my hand and held it steady as Heather positioned herself above it. I thought nothing of holding his dick in my hand since I just jerked him off earlier in the parking garage. I aligned the head of his dick with Heather's opening as she slid down on his shaft. Seeing his black cock slowly disappear inside her pink pussy made my cock stir.

Heather let out a whimper as she started riding up and down on Jamal's dick. The sight was so hot. Watching penetration in porn videos was one thing; this was completely different with a whole new level of excitement. She was getting into a rhythm as she bounced on his dick. "Oh fuck, yes!" she squealed. "That cock feels so good inside me!"

As she rode him, I reached in and started massaging Jamal's balls with one hand as I stroked my cock with the other. After a few moments, I switched from Jamal's balls to rubbing Heather's clit as she rode him, still jerking my dick as I watched. It wasn't long after that that Heather started to cum again. She stopped riding Jamal's dick since Jamal started thrusting his hips and cock upwards into her hot hole. I was so wrapped up in the erotic excitement that I leaned in and started flicking Heather's clit with my tongue while Jamal's dick thrust in and out of Heather's pussy an inch away from my chin.

"Oh I'm coming! I'm cumming!" Heather screamed.

"Oh yes, I can feel your pussy squeezing!" Jamal returned, and he continued his upward thrusting.

Then Heather's pussy exploded. I pulled my head back and watched the close-up of her pussy cumming all over Jamal's cock, which glistened with her juices. When Heather slowed her pace to a halt, she noticed me getting off on the close-up view. She dismounted Jamal and looked me in the eyes. "You know you want that dick in your mouth. Don't try to hide it!" she sneered at me.

I wasn't trying to hide anything. Going into this threesome, I knew that most likely I would be faced with the opportunity to suck Jamal's dick. That thought brought a twinge of excitement, as I'd wondered for a long time what it would be like to suck a cock. However, I wasn't really sure I would act on it. But at that moment, there was no thinking, no decision to be made. I wanted that cock in my mouth! I pulled him out of her wet, cum-soaked pussy. The bulbous head was shining with her fresh juices, and with no hesitation, I wrapped my mouth around it. His cock head was so smooth on my lips and tongue. Jamal let out a moan as I started sucking the head of his dick. Heather's juices, along with Jamal's precum, provided ample lubrication for my mouth and lips. I wanted every inch of that dick down my throat but was only able to take about half his length. That didn't stop me. I sucked him hungrily and stroked his shaft as I bobbed my head.

My body tingled with excitement. My dick was now rock hard. Oh, how I loved sucking him! I pulled back on his shaft, stopping at the smooth head to give that more service. I licked his cock head all around, then put it back in my mouth. It was so smooth. I kept flicking it with my tongue and sucking it. My tongue found the small opening at the end and teased it. I kept stroking him as I serviced his massive cock head. I was in ecstasy.

Heather transitioned to her stomach beside me. I pulled Jamal's cock out of my mouth and held it for her, thinking she would want to share it with me. She smiled at me. "No, you keep it," she encouraged. "Besides, I love watching you suck it."

Then she put her middle finger in her mouth and lubed it up. She looked back at me. "He likes it when I finger his ass while sucking his dick."

I watched for a few seconds as she teased his asshole with her finger. Jamal twitched slightly while lying on his back with his eyes closed. Then he let out a gasp and a moan when she entered him with her finger. That was my cue to resume sucking him. I took him back into my mouth and went back down half his length again. I slowly pulled back while sucking as hard as I could on the way back up. Then I started sucking him hard, bobbing on his cock while Heather finger-fucked his ass.

He grabbed the sheets and held on as we both worked him. It didn't take long before I noticed his balls tighten. I knew he was getting ready to cum. His breathing sped up, and he started slowly bucking his hips. Heather worked her finger in his ass as I stroked and bobbed on his shaft. Then I felt his cock start convulsing in my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Jamal gasped. "Suck me! Fuck my ass!"

I kept him in my mouth but held steady as I stroked him. "That's it! I'm going to cum!" he moaned as he gyrated his hips.

Then he exploded in my mouth. The first shot went straight down my throat, and I instinctively swallowed to keep from choking, thus satisfying yet another curiosity. Heather was still working his ass. His body started twitching as if he were having a small seizure. I opened my eyes to see his perfectly sculpted abs flexing. Jamal was grunting and gasping. His cock kept squirting cum in my mouth. His load was so massive that I could not keep up with swallowing it. His cream dribbled out the side of my mouth as I continued stroking, sucking, and swallowing as much as I could. I finally pulled him out of my mouth, as I couldn't take anymore. His head still spurted cum as I continued jerking him off. Heather leaned in and lapped some of it up with her tongue.

I sat up, needing some air. Heather took his cock with her hand and finished him off. I fell back on the bed, catching my breath. Jamal was winding down and catching his breath as well. My dick was standing straight up with precum oozing from the head. Excitement still flowed through my body and ended at my cock. Heather noticed and reached down and took my cock in her hands. I was so turned on by what had just happened. I could still feel Jamal's dick down my throat, his smooth head on my tongue, and taste his salty seed. It only took her a few strokes of my dick until I exploded in her hand as she jerked me off.

"Damn, boy! You liked sucking that dick, didn't you?" Heather asked in amazement as she finished me off and noticed the sheer erotic daze I was in.

I had given them all I had. I had nothing left, but that was undoubtedly the most erotic experience I had ever had up to that point in my life. It was far beyond any porn I could watch or anything I could even fantasize about. It was amazing!

The three of us stayed in bed, cleaned ourselves off, and made small talk into the night. I drifted off to sleep, not knowing what the next day still had in store for us.