A Negro and a young Jew ate this Korean noodle soup!

You hear me?
What I'm going to tell you now (C) happened well BEFORE what I narrated in:
D) My first threesome with a married man.
And in:
E) My first lesbian experience for real was with my husband.
It is not necessary that you have read these two stories before, but I recommend that you read them afterward, in the order indicated.
And it happened shortly after what I told you in:
B) Brazil 4 x Korea 1 - I lost the bet.
And it's a direct consequence of what I'm going to tell you in the next story.
Have a good read.
The alphabetical order serves as a guide to the chronological sequence of events:
A: I helped my neighbor during the pandemic, which I'll tell you about later.
B) I had a hot moment with two coworkers.
C) This story I'm going to tell now, a ménage with two men.
D) My first ménage with a couple.
E) My first full-on lesbian fling, only with another girl.
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"You know that joke?
A Buddhist woman walks into a swing house with a Muslim and a Jew"...
It was the hilarious and nonsensical daydream that went through my head when the car the three of us were in pulled up at the swing house gate, even though Omar isn't a Muslim, he's a Catholic I think, but it would fit better if he was.
Kkkkk... what are you doing?
We were all a little nervous and tense.
Everything could go wrong and almost nothing had a chance of going right, I thought.
My "fellow criminals" were a tall black man, my neighbor, in his 40's or thereabouts, and his friend, a tall, thin, white Jewish boy in his 30's.
My black neighbor, I'll call him by his nickname, Omar, tall, stocky, and to my surprise, he's PALMERAN, and he's actually a Christian, not a Muslim, although he would very well fit that stereotype of the "great black man of Islam" to match his imposing, sexy posture, and he's a sweet person, a gentle giant, the way I love him.
His partner, I shall call him David, a Saint-Pauline, with elegant brown curls, which seemed to attract the redhead, and a beautiful and very well-groomed beard, as well as captivating green eyes to match his sweet countenance.
Good thing he's got a lot of fire and footprints besides that sweetness.
Anyway... and I'm this Korean "japa" here, about 5'10" and 110 pounds, with long dark brown hair and squinty little eyes, also dark brown, and who even trained to be a Mermaid of Belmiro Village, but lacked soccer and, I think, size.
When we talked about it, over the months, it was very exciting all the time.
I had slept with Omar once, on a climb for revenge... but also because I wanted to know what it was like to have sex with a black man.
I'll tell you next time!
For now, let's focus on this particular moment.
Before we get back to the swing issue...
After I climbed with Omar in 2020, we just talked amicably, as agreed, when we met socially.
It so happened that, a long time later, I hitchhiked with him from Santos to São Paulo, and we took the opportunity to talk about what had happened between us.
Not to extend this introduction, in short, you both expressed a desire to have sex again.
But the conditions would have to be very favorable so as not to arouse suspicion in his wife, my fiancé (then and present husband "Caesar") or in my family, since he is very close to my parents.
Folks, without further compromising details, I'm going to run this piece of crap...
That whole conversation at the IDA, it was to establish that you and I were gonna end up having sex again.
Shortly before the Flight, the matter became more heated, to the point that I had the courage to say that I would love to add to our transaction his friend David, whom I had just met, and who had been, for reasons not worth mentioning, the reason I had been introduced to him by Omar.
When the tune for cowardice occurs, it seems that the universe (or the devil...) conspires.
Omar had already told him about me, but without mentioning who I was exactly.
David knew that his friend had eaten a chick early in the pandemic, but he hadn't gone into details that would compromise my identity.
After I was introduced to David to help me with a professional matter, and we had a long, lovely chat, Omar and I decided to go for a quick drive-in.
It was an opportunity that could not be missed.
We found the location, we went in and locked ourselves in that motel garage.
I was in his arms and we kissed a lot.
It was tight in the car, so we got out, and I took off all my clothes, which is my skirt, shirt, bra, and panties, and I was left with nothing but transparent black tights and shoes.
He took off his shirt so he wouldn't get soaked in sweat and got into his pants, just opening the zipper and putting out that whole chocolate phenomenon.
He got the regatta from under his shirt.
We kissed a little bit longer, and then he put me on the hood of the car and pulled down my pantyhose to suck on my jelly bucket.
The son of a bitch almost made fun of me with his mouth.
I begged to suck him off and I got off the hood and I ducked and I started sucking that gorgeous chest with all the dedication I could muster.
My little mouth making an effort to swallow all that beautiful piece of meat.
This was the second time I gave it to him, and it wasn't out of revenge and desire, and yes, just out of desire itself.
I asked him to pick me up right away, we didn't have that much time anyway. Either my fiancé (current husband) or his wife could call anytime.
I leaned over the hood and spread my legs wide apart, keeping my butt as steep as possible.
He came, stooped down, fit into my little mead bucket and slowly shoved that dark trunk in.
I was lifted up, impaled on the mast of that giant man, and my little feet were in the air, unable to touch the ground.
He grabbed me from behind and fucked my xana gently so as not to destroy me.
Lying on my stomach, I felt the warmth radiating from that hood.
His dick wouldn't even come out halfway and he'd push almost all of it back inside me.
I could hear the sound of that black member breaking through the liquid resistance of my horny cave, and I was shamelessly aroused like a young bitch in heat.
He ate me like that for about 15 or 20 minutes, moaning along with me, until I made a scandalous mockery of him and asked him to pour his hot fucking into my hungry little mouth.
It was the password for him to lift me up like I was nothing and put me in a 69 upside down, where he devoured my cup a little bit more and I sucked his dick with my head hanging down.
What wonderful madness!
It didn't take him long to feel the jets of his fat fuck in my mouth.
I didn't spill a drop, and with joyful sacrifice, I swallowed your little one.
We were able to continue our journey after a shower at the drive-in itself.
I helped him try to eliminate the smells, both from my perfume on his body and from my vagina in his mouth, by borrowing my toothbrush that was in the bag, and since he didn't mind using it, I didn't mind using it after him to brush my teeth.
We drove back home, and I made sure to pay for the drive-in so I didn't run the risk of your wife finding the affair in some excerpt by tampering with his app.
Kkkkk... what are you doing?
Before I left, I even teased him by saying that I would love for his friend David to be with him.
He thought it was funny because David texted me after we left his office, saying that it was too bad that I probably wouldn't have been the new girl that Omar had eaten and that I was "a cute little girl".
What a cute...
Well, the obvious result is that things got in the way of the narrative theme of this tale, which happened only several months later.
Returning, therefore, to the crime scene...
After all this time, since it's about the ménage I had with two men.
Inside the swing house, the three of us relaxed and took deep breaths, and if we got there, we wouldn't give up.
Each of them married, and I was engaged at the time, we were determined to cheat on our respective spouses.
We'll take a table.
I sat between the two of us, and we had entered as a "couple accompanied by a friend" status, because we talked to the hostess and introduced ourselves as two coworkers (Davi and I) going out with the boss (Omar), and we had access to all the environments.
Despite the late hour, which I never imagined could have an audience, until there were people there at that time.
Single men would stare at me, and I was afraid the bathroom would be shared, but I'm glad it's segregated and at least one unisex individual.
I was wearing a dress that day, a grey lace dress with strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless strapless
My make-up was casual and discreet, my hair was tied in a bun, my neck was exposed, and I had a silver necklace that could be mistaken for a subtle collar for libidinous minds.
Small half-ring earrings and matching bracelets.
No one would drive. We took an Uber that day, so we toasted our happy rendezvous with a beer, and I made an exception and consumed some alcohol, even going through both of their mouths.
It helped me relax and let go, because I wasn't the only one who was shy.
They were excited, and so was I.
I put my little white hands on each one's lap and massaged their already hard cocks under their pants.
Omar retaliated by sliding his huge hand down my thighs until it reached into my thin white lace panties.
Already David has sought to massage my breasts, under my dress, entering through its side opening and finding my skin, with no bra to interfere.
We get lit, but we also seem to start a small fire in the other people in the environment.
In addition to just observing, some men approached and even approached us, two or three, politely asking Omar or David if they could participate, never me, as if I was just the property they wished to be shared.
It excited me and made me feel safe to be with these two wonderful partners of mine who also politely said, "not today". I loved that!
Since we didn't have much time, since either one of their wives or my fiancé could call at any moment, we decided to go to a motel to make ourselves more comfortable in an exclusive environment for us.
Yeah, we couldn't help but feel good about our first adventure, the three of us together, and the first time I would be eaten by David, in that place with other people, even though we could have gone to a room of our own.
We left there and went to a motel that accepted all three of us without any problem.
I must have given the impression that I was a prostitute hired to entertain the two men.
I hope so.
We settled into the suite, went to a little corner with a couch, and I was between the two of them again, only now alternating between kissing them and being kissed by both of them.
They ran their mouths all over my body, from my neck down to my little feet, paying special attention to my thighs and groin.
They took off my dress and panties and left me with just socks and shoes.
They took off their respective shirts but kept their pants on.
While I was kissing each other I would suck my bouquet and then they would switch places.
I went to the clouds like that!
What I loved most was David's silky beard rubbing against my skin, both on my face and on my breasts and also on my pelvis.
Without bathing, I started giving oral pleasure to them as well, sucking one, while the other licked me down here... where I'm playing now, as I remember and write...
David asked to start penetrating me and Omar encouraged him by saying:
- "You'll feel how tight that girl is"...
I guess the feeling of being such a slut made my face blush, but I loved him saying that.
Omar sat on the couch while I, a four-year-old with my butt up and leaning on my elbows, sucked his dick.
David came up behind me, stuck his unconditioned penis into my limp vagina and kept pushing until I could feel his balls hitting.
He would fuck me vigorously.
His cock is flattened and his head is almost indistinguishable from the rest, perhaps because of the circumcision. The size is comparable to that of my fiancé and smaller than that of Omar, who is the largest to eat me, until today.
But he was very stiff and excited.
Then he asked for a trade because he wanted to have fun.
As agreed, they didn't use condoms to eat me, and we were going to try to have each of them make fun of me twice, the first time in my mouth and the second time in my mouthpiece, if possible, or in my mouth.
The position I was in did not make it easy for them, who are much taller.
Especially for Omar, who, because of his large and older body, was less flexible.
We tried to get him to start me leaning over the arm of the couch while I sucked David, but he almost had cramps from having to flex his legs.
So he lay down, and I got him on his back, and David came over to my side, to the front of the couch, so I could suck him off.
I put my arms back and asked Omar to hold me tight by my wrists and David to wrap my long dark hair in his hand and force my head against his stick, to make me swallow it all and enjoy the back of my throat.
He got a little scared, but I assured him that I could handle it, and I did, with tears in my eyes, but I did.
With my arms firmly secured behind me, I rolled and rode Omar's pony and had my throat raped by David, who manipulated me by my hair as if I were a puppet.
I believe my eyes must have turned red because I cried my eyes out with every oral penetration.
He stopped moving with his penis all in, and he taunted me in the back of my throat.
Warm milk coming down until it settles in my stomach and a black roll tucked into my xana.
That was the wonderful situation I was in when a sensational orgasm took hold of me and made me chew on Omar's dick with my hungry vagina.
He didn't have the strength to resist and told me to get off his lap and finish the job with my Korean lips.
David, after I had done a flawless cleaning on his member with my wet tongue, went to sit on the round bed while I knelt beside Omar's huge body, resting on the sofa, to slurp his magnificent phallus up to ejaculate and feed me with his thick warm milk.
I deliciously suckled my black giant to receive his fucking jets in my young oriental mouth.
I lambed and cleaned the entire colossus of Omar, as I had done before for David.
We went to find David in the round bed and lay down together for a short rest so that, without wasting too much time, I could invite them to join us in the hydro together.
We removed any clothing that was still on our bodies and went to enjoy a nice bath, me in the middle, as usual.
It was a good size, so we were all able to fit comfortably inside it, even a little cramped, to the point where I had to fit into David's lap, because Omar is very spacious.
I didn't think you'd want to kiss me after you'd ejaculated in my mouth, but we exchanged a lot of kisses and caresses.
I walked over those men's bodies with my little hands, searching for every muscle to feel, everywhere I could reach: abdomen, chest, back, arms and thighs. I kissed and licked their chins and necks.
They returned the hugs very well and touched every little part of me.
It was two hungry mouths and four big hands exploring my little body inside and out while I laid my ass on David's stick and savagely sucked Omar's poo.
I was surprised how comfortable the boys were in that situation we were in.
More and more I can feel the degree of complicity growing between us.
They both have much prettier wives than I do, and my fiancé is much sexier and more handsome than they are, yet I'm sure they felt just as horny as I did when we were together.
We could be jerks with no jealousy because there was no love involved, just affection and desire.
I had no doubt that they would always protect me and I would always protect them, and yet they would always fuck me as hard as they could.
Omar asked to get inside and make fun of me, so I jumped into his arms and kissed him a lot, leaving David a little, who just watched us.
It was time for me to fit on that black pole and, about two or three minutes later, he injected his cock into my Korean bathtub because of the crunches and boils that rolled and turned us on.
I rolled and squeezed to squeeze every drop of that sperm juice into my little Asian body.
After satisfying my denial, I went to treat my handsome Jew.
I made an expression, raising one of the umbrellas and showing a silly smile, like one who asks if "I can sit in vc"...
He pulled me by the hips and didn't even mind leaking his partner's fucking inside of me in the bathtub.
I sat with my back to David, pointing his dick at my little sister-in-law, who had just been mocked and mocked by Omar.
He penetrated me while I was playing with my nipples and I was stretching my neck back and forth to kiss him.
I only stopped kissing him to kiss the black trunk in front of me, which begged to be cleaned.
Even at half-mast that mast has a striking presence.
Tired and clean, Omar withdraws from the bath to take a shower and go to bed a little to recover.
He'll explain himself.
I keep riding backwards on David's lap, moving my hips in all directions and in circles, to feel his dick being pressed against every wall of my vagina.
I try to feel the most of him inside of me.
I ask him if he'd rather take me on all fours and... funny how I never seem to hear a NO to that question... Kkkkk...
He insists on going to bed because he wanted to stare at my face in the mirror while he fucks me four times on the edge of the bed.
Omar was staring and bouncing my nipples, still lying there, when we went to fuck next to him.
David held me by the hair like reins, as if on horseback, and he fastened the other hand to the skirt between my hip and my waist.
He fucked me in a wild way, standing on the edge of the bed.
It was a delight to feel every stroke of that circumcised cock sliding into my little tub foaming at the mouth so I got wet.
He made me orgasm by pulling all his dick out of me and re-penetrating me to the core a few times.
I think when he saw that I was done, he came inside me and ejaculated his last fucking jets off that climb of ours.
When he let me go, I just fell at his feet, sliding from the edge of the bed where I was and gathered up the strength to do my classic cleansing kiss on that circumcised limb.
I was carried to the shower by Omar and the two of them gave me a bath, washing every little part of my body.
We wash and clean ourselves well so as not to leave any evidence of the crime for our respective spouses.
I gave each of them a gift, like a good daughter of a great dentist, a toothbrush that I carried in my purse, green for Omar and red for David, and mine was a little white, according to our respective heart teams.
In the end, I could say that a santista took a palmeirense and a paulino to give and receive a lot of pleasure, in a threesome, simply unforgettable.
Unfortunately, we haven't been able to do a repeat due to scheduling issues...
When we do it again, I think I'm gonna ask to be double-penetrated, probably with Omar in the front and David behind me.
What do you think?
Namaste ? What are you doing ?