two mountains. I just gazed with wide eyes for a moment.

I looked up at Jamal and he smiled and said, “Come here, bitch.” He took the back of my head and rammed my face into the valley between his two pectoral muscles. His warm skin was tangy and sweet. My tongue lashed out and I started licking up and down. He flexed those two pecs together, which lodged my face in between them. As he held me there, my hands explored the rest of his hard torso, my fingers ran along his stomach and abs. I could feel his rock hard muscles that came from years of hard lifting. I ran my hands up and down his substantially muscled arms, which he gladly flexed for me. I struggled to reach around his back he was so huge. I grabbed his shoulder blades and pulled my whole face and body into him. I couldn’t get enough of his hard body.

“Oh baby,” Jamal murmured in his alluring southern drawl, “I feel ya gettin’ into it. Well we both gonna give it to ya.”

Jamal started grinding his crotch into me, almost at my stomach level. Bobby came up behind me, opened up his legs, bent his knees a little and started lightly bucking his crotch into my ass. I could feel his mammoth package each time he bucked.

Jamal relaxed his pecs and I moved my mouth over the hills of his chest to one of his beautiful nipples. I started to suck on it. “Oh yeah, suck on that thing, hard.” Jamal commanded and I complied. He put one of his big hands on the back of my head and the other on my chin and pressed my mouth onto his nipple. He flexed and sort of inflated that one part of his chest to an almost unnatural size. It was like he was feeding me his milkless tit. I was in heaven.

He then switched me to the other man tit and I sucked as hard as I could. He released me and then turned me by my shoulders around to face Bobby. Bobby wrapped his arms around me and engulfed me in a big sweaty bear hug, my t-shirt was soaked with all of our sweat, and he started bucking his crotch into me again. Jamal moved his hands from my shoulders down my back and finally found my buttocks. He then forcefully groped my ass over my khakis.

“Let’s get busy!” Bobby said. And he grabbed the top of my t-shirt opening and started to pull on it. He then grabbed it with both his hands and ripped it entirely in half down the center. Then Jamal removed his hands from my ass and yanked off my shirt from behind. I felt small between these two magnificent giants of black manhood. As Bobby inspected me, he seemed to like that I was puny compared to them. He licked his lips then pulled my face once again into the endless black abyss of his chest. Jamal reached around to the front of my khakis and snapped open the button, his big hands pulled open the pants as the zipper slid down. As Bobby held me in his grasp, Jamal yanked down my pants to my ankles. I lifted each