Bears, page 6
Jake draped himself over the backs of Emile’s thighs, which landed in the crook of his hairy armpits. Emile’s ass split open farther as his legs were weighed heavily against his body. Phil watched his bearded lover take his first taste of a black asshole. Jake lapped at it with his tongue flattened out to cover the most surface area.
Once again, Emile noted the two white lovers’ unique techniques. For a short time, it felt like his entire crack was being painted by a soft sponge, and Jake’s beard tickled the insides of his asscheeks. When that stopped, he was ravaged. Phil’s mouth literally latched on to the outer rim of Emile’s asshole, and then, like a vacuum, Phil sucked his breath in. Emile felt his entrance folding outward as it was drawn into Phil’s mouth. This wasn’t a particularly good feeling, but the follow-up was. Phil’s tongue darted deeper into him, stimulating the sensitive interior walls of his rectum. His sphincter muscles contracted and then relaxed, unable to resist the incredible suction.
As Phil released his innards with an audible wet pop, Jake’s thick silky tongue was there to quell the ache.
Emile, unable to actually move up and down on Jake’s thick shaft, rotated his nearly immobile head as much as possible to get the cock out of his mouth. The freed cock dripped with his drool, so he wormed a hand to Jake’s crotch to stroke it a bit. He brought his other around Jake’s thigh to tap on his ass in an effort to communicate that he wanted a piece of it. Jake, currently holding Emile’s cheeks apart while Phil vacuumed him out again, complied, inching forward on his knees.
Emile had never seen an ass so fat and so barbarically hairy in his life. Jake was a big guy all around, but his ass needed its own zip code. It looked like two huge round watermelons sitting side by side, jutting way out. This white man had enough junk in his trunk to take a six-month vacation. This had to be some sort of biological deformity.
Ironically, Jake’s ass barely looked white, because it was almost completely blanketed in dark hair. It appeared that he hadn’t fully evolved from the ape family. It was a kinky blur. And it hovered only inches from Emile’s nose and mouth. This was going to be like nothing he’d ever experienced before. But he’d come this far. It was too late to get turned off by the unusual. He managed to get his arms in between Jake’s legs until his hairless armpits were wrapped around Jake’s thighs. His fingers got enmeshed in the thick forest in search of flesh. They landed on dense ass blubber that came together to form Jake’s crack. Emile tried to pry the meaty flesh apart to find a hole. All he could see was more hair.
“You gotta spread your ass for me, my man,” Emile said hoarsely.
Two big, hairy-knuckled hands complied. Jake had apparently heard the request, and risen up from his slumped position over Emile’s body, resulting in an arching of his back that automatically created some distance between his asscheeks. His big fingers knew just what they were doing, slipping right into the blackness of the crack confidently and yanking in either direction, pushing aside large hunks of butt meat.
And there it was. This man was far from a virgin. His anal area was as purple as his balls and cock, and patterned by intense wrinkles. The inch-long slot in the center looked like a quarter would easily slip right into it, and it retained a permanent separation of a few millimeters. It looked like its door was always open and ready for business.
“Nice,” Emile whispered. There was no doubting who was the bottom in this white couple’s relationship. Despite his larger size, Jake’s gentle lovemaking mannerisms, his ability to navigate the terrain of his booty, and the gaping orifice were all dead giveaways.
Emile raised his head off the sofa, tongue erect, and slipped up and into the waiting jungle.
“Oooohhh!” Jake wheezed as Emile’s pointy, rough tongue made contact.
The tender flesh ignited Emile’s taste buds. There was a ripe, tangy eruption on his palate, sort of like placing a small square of sharp, musky cheese in his mouth: interesting, a little bit odd, but something he could easily get used to. He steadily began to plunge his face upward, poking and prodding.
“That’s nice,” Jake gasped.
“So’s this,” Phil said, glancing up at the pleasure on his lover’s face. Jake’s head was back and his eyes were closed, his arms wrapped behind himself, and his big man tits jutting forward. “Jakey, look how pink he is on the inside.”
Jake blinked back to reality, and turned his gaze down.
Phil had completely dilated Emile’s tight anus, and it was now pushed outward and pointing up at the ceiling as Phil pinned his legs to his torso. Deep black flesh surrounded an almost neon pink, dime-sized circle.
“It looks so warm and juicy.” Phil seemed completely hypnotized by the blazing beacon of bubble-gum-colored flesh.
Jake brought his hands back up in front of himself to take one of Phil’s hands.
With Jake’s release of his own ass, Emile watched as two jiggling Jell-O mounds of shaggy flesh thumped down on his face, entirely drowning him. He tried desperately to push his tongue and chin farther into the orifice in hopes that his nose would rise above the surface of the forest. It barely did the trick, but it didn’t matter. He was fully immersed in the situation. Although, the last thing he needed was for friends and family to hear that he had suffocated to death with his head stuck up a big fat hairy white-man ass….
Jake took Phil’s index finger in his mouth and performed oral on it, leaving behind a wet wad of his saliva. Phil signaled for Jake to hold Emile’s legs in place. Jake wrapped his thick arms around the back of Emile’s calves and pulled them up against his heaving pecs. He simultaneously started to do a little dance with his hips, so his butt would wiggle on the probing, tickling tongue.
Phil placed the very tip of his wet finger right against the pink target, which was already glistening from his rim job. He pushed forward. The first joint slipped easily into the weakened anal muscles. He met resistance at the inner sphincter. Applied pressure fixed that, and there was a muffled groan from deep under Jake’s crotch as Phil’s finger was absorbed.
“Errrrhhh!” the groan was a hint louder as Phil’s finger found a place farther up in the tunnel that widened, giving him wiggle room.
“It’s so tight.” Phil looked up at Jake, who was just quietly sitting with his plump cock saluting in front of him, enjoying the sights, sounds, smells, and touch. “Reminds me of you fifteen years ago.”
He snickered, jiggling his finger in the tight orifice.
“You’re an asshole,” Jake responded at the teasing jab.
“No. This is an asshole.” Phil nodded down to the place in which his finger was embedded. “I want to fuck him so bad.”
“Well, I think we better ask him first,” Jake suggested.
“Fine. You come over here and keep loosening him up.” Phil moved off the sofa and waited for Jake to move his hulking body off the practically lost black man beneath.
Emile looked dazed—and perhaps a little hungry for oxygen. Legs still held in an up and open position, his arms in the place where they had been on the sides of Jake’s ass, he stared at the two white men hovering over him.
“Mixing it up a little,” Phil explained.
As Jake crouched on the sofa at Emile’s ass, he sucked on two of his fingers then held them up for Emile to consider. Emile nodded his approval, and Jake sunk his fingers in.
Emile groaned a loud “Uuuuhhhh” as Jake drew out a long “Woooow!”
Right next to Emile’s face, Phil unzipped his cargo pants and dug inside the opening. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He fidgeted and bent at the knees slightly, finally got ahold of what he was after, and carefully pulled a treasure out.
“Holy shit,” Emile muttered. “You’re a white boy?”
Possibly an inch longer than Emile’s, Phil’s cock was equally as thick as Jake’s dumpy dick. It was so dense that even hard, it couldn’t stick straight out, sort of bending in the center as a result of gravity’s tug.
“Short man, big dick,” Phil smiled confidently.
Emile was so distracted by the sight that he was easily taking the two fingers Jake was repeatedly drilling into him.
Phil had brought his entire package through the small gap at his crotch. Practically hidden underneath his cock were two golf balls that were nowhere near proportionate to it. They were modestly snuggled up against the base of the shaft, with only wisps of light brown hair covering their surface. There was something so sexy about a man wearing pants—yet still revealing all at the same time.
“You wanna try and suck it?” Phil asked with a raunchy tone that was clearly his natural way of communicating.
“Yeah.” Emile’s dark eyes smoldered.
Phil kneeled on the edge of the sofa with just one knee so that his shaft would project over Emile’s inviting lips. He grabbed his hefty shaft and tapped the bottom against those cushiony mouth pillows.
“You like that? You want that?” Phil teased, pulling the cock up and away from the puckering lips.
“Yes, I want it,” Emile almost begged.
“You lick it good, baby,” Phil ordered, bringing it back down.
Emile opened his mouth, and Phil placed his shaft right into the valley. He gyrated his hips, pushing the shaft of his cock along the track created by Emile’s parted lips.
“Put it in my mouth, please.” Emile willingly played the submissive now.
“You want it in there, don’tcha?”
“Yes. Please.”
Phil penetrated his warmth like he was wielding a toothbrush, poking the inside of Emile’s far cheek with the head of his cock, making it bulge continuously on the outside. He placed one hand on Emile’s head to better guide his way in and out, and he glided his other hand over the fantastic black torso that lay before him, feeling every ridge and cut.
“You’re fantastic,” Phil said, a general overall statement.
Emile just kept his mouth open so Phil could give it a sideways fuck. Finally, he shifted his head so the cock would come out of his mouth. “Let me lick those tight balls.”
Phil moved farther up on the sofa and lifted his dick straight up so his testicles would be more prominent. He placed the compact sac right over Emile’s mouth.
“Whhhooooaaaa!” he sighed as the rough tip of Emile’s tongue danced magically over the surface of his scrotum. “That’s incredible.”
“I got three fingers in him,” Jake announced.
Both Phil and Emile jerked in that direction, Emile particularly amazed that he had not significantly noticed the change.
Phil leaned over until his eyes were only inches from Emile’s, and, raising one eyebrow, asked, “You wanna get fucked?”
“I think so.” Emile hesitated.
“I said, Do you want to get fucked? Tell me you want to get fucked.”
A simultaneously demanding and playful glimmer shined in Phil’s eyes (he was good), and Emile heard himself saying, “Yes. I want to get fucked. I want you both to fuck me.”
“That’s right. We’re gonna make you feel good, baby. Don’t you worry. My Jakes Cakes is gonna go first, okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, Phil leaned in closer, and kissed Emile gently on the lips, tasting a variety of flavors, from White Russian remnants, to Jake’s asshole, to his own cock shaft.
“I’m…I’m not usually the bottom. I need a lubricant.”
Phil looked around. There on the end table next to the sofa was a bowl of Morgan’s homemade sour cream dip, completely untouched. Phil grabbed the small bowl and brought it to Emile’s face. He dipped a finger in and scooped up some of the cool thickness.
“You want some of this white goodness?” The cream sparkled wetly as it began to slide down his raised finger.
“Yes.” Emile opened his mouth.
Phil inserted his finger, and Emile sucked off the sour dip. Phil then scooped up a handful of the stuff in four fingers, leaned all the way over Emile, and slapped it down onto Emile’s spread crack. The target in the center danced at the cold contact, sucking in some of the whiteness.
“Get him lubed up,” Phil ordered his partner.
Jake began to finger-shove the dip into Emile’s well-stretched asshole. Phil joined him, scooping up more messy spread, and soon they had two fingers each up Emile’s ass.
“You got four fingers up here, baby. I think you’re ready.” Phil looked to Emile’s face.
“Okay,” Emile nodded.
“Go for it,” Phil instructed, and Jake got up on his knees.
Emile never thought he’d see such a big, burly, hairy white man looming over him, securing his ankles in place with two strong hands.
“You ready?” Jake looked at him.
“Yeah,” Emile assured him.
“Okay. Here goes.”
Phil stepped back and watched as Jake lined his short thickness up against the slathered pucker and pushed. Sour dip oozed out around the sides of the thick-as-a-squash cock as it slipped in.
“Easy!” Emile gasped as he was punctured, pushing one hand against Jake’s thigh to slow him. “You’re so fuckin’ thick.”
“Sorry,” Jake paused.
“It’s okay,” Emile breathed out.
“That’s it. Breathe into it. He’s almost in already,” Phil coached from the sidelines, stroking his dick with one hand and tweaking a nipple with the other. “You got this.”
“Oh!” Emile’s eyes widened for a moment.
“I’m in all the way,” Jake informed him.
“Okay. I’m okay,” Emile reassured both Jake and himself.
“He’s okay. Fuck him,” Phil ordered.
And so it began. Jake eased in and out of Emile, who soon realized that the challenge was becoming elastic enough to accommodate the width of the intrusion, because Jake wasn’t really capable of penetrating all that deeply. It was sort of like having a butt plug shoved up his ass. He almost would rather Jake just played that role, simply keeping the fatness still inside him so he could appreciate its stretching abilities.
“This is really good,” Jake said weakly as he gave in to the pleasurable grip on his shaft.
“Don’t blow your load yet,” Phil warned.
“I gotta stop then,” Jake said. He drew back and out, watching as Emile’s entrance fought to retract back to its original size. There was so much more pink showing now.
Emile watched in amazement as Phil, pig that he was, bent over and took Jake’s stump into his mouth, sucking all the sour cream dip off it. He then lip-locked with Jake briefly, before moving in for his turn.
“I want your gorgeous ass in the air,” Phil directed.
Emile flipped over onto his knees.
“Come on. All the way up. Arch your back, get your head down on the couch.” Phil gave Emile’s bubbly black butt a slap. “That’s iiiiiiit!” he growled. “Fucking magnificent! Look at that fuckin’ pink hole, just gaping for me.”
Face pressed into the cushion, Emile’s heart jumped with a temporary return of humiliation. Just how gaping had he allowed two white men to make his ass? Then he thought about how many white asses had been willingly left by him with permanent damage.
“I want you in me,” he pleaded, looking over his shoulder and into Phil’s commanding eyes. Phil threw him an evil smirk, simply lathering his cock up with saliva instead of reaching for another scoop of sour cream dip. And he still didn’t remove his pants, just left his jewels sticking through the crotch of his cargos.
Initially, the entry was no sweat on account of the irony of Phil and Jake being approximately the same exact girth. But then came the extension….
“Ho-ly fu-cking moth-er-of-god!” Emile squealed as fullness burrowed through his upper regions. There wasn’t enough of Morgan’s homemade sour cream dip in the world to make this smoother.
“Breathe into it, baby,” Phil reminded from behind him, much more like a coach than a commander. “Jake used to be just like you.”
Jake, who had just watched in wonder as his lover’s endowment disappeared into another asshole, moved forward and began rubbing the tension out of Emile’s smooth, broad shoulders, also getting a better view of the major insertion.
“Please wait! Please wait!” Emile cried as three-quarters of Phil was packed inside him.
“Just a little more to go,” Jake promised, rubbing the thin layer of hair on Emile’s head.
“Jakey, get up on the couch and distract him,” Phil said, stopping with both of his hands on Emile’s hips. “Let him suck you off again.”
Jake’s huge body made the climb, the sofa sinking under the weight of his feet. He faced Emile, who raised his upper body, grabbing on to Jake’s legs and aiming his head for Jake’s crotch.
“Keep it arched, baby,” Phil instructed from behind, pushing one hand down on the small of Emile’s back.
Emile let his stomach muscles relax and dropped into them. Something immediately popped into place.
“OOOohhhhh WOOOOoooooow!” he gasped as Phil’s cock found its niche, burying itself to the hilt. The flesh of Emile’s anus sealed itself around the base tightly.
“Fucking tiiiiight!” Phil huffed. “Jesus Christ!”
“You got it!” Jake smiled boyishly, actually proud for the gorgeous black man, knowing that it was no small feat.
“You ready for some movement?” Phil asked Emile’s back, which was flexed from him steadying himself on Jake’s thighs. A thin valley of definition sliced straight down his spine, leading the eye right to his parted cheeks.
Emile looked up at Jake’s bearded face. Jake smiled comfortingly down at him. Without taking his eyes off the man, Emile opened his mouth wide and engulfed Jake’s cock once more, right down to the mesh of his unruly bush. Only then did he nod.
Phil began to retract his cock, slick with traces of the sour cream dip that was still inside Emile’s guts. Emile experienced an uncomfortable relief as he was abrasively vacated almost entirely. And then it was moving back in. It was only slightly easier to take this time, and he moaned around Jake’s cock.
