Jasmin Jerome Hookup

They kissed, passionately, and I watched them get lost in each other's lips, their familiarity in the way they were exploring each other's bodies at the same time apparent.

Their lips intertwined, pressed against one another in passionate lovemaking, and I watched them in close up, seeing how they explored and battled with each other's tongues.

And then Jerome stopped, and turned to look at me.

His hand reached up, and hooked itself behind my head. I felt trapped in his brown eyes as they pierced through me, and felt myself lose control as he pulled me closer to him.

"Just let go."

Guided by my friend's voice, I leaned in, approaching Jerome's sizeable lips, eager to taste them myself.

Our lips clashed against one another, softly at first, in tentative exploration, then faster and faster, more urgent, as I felt the rush of emotions surge through me.

And I kissed and kissed him back, with renewed vigor and strengthened passion, as our lips fought and intertwined, reacted to each other with heightened passion.

And kiss after kiss after kiss was traded, and things quickly started heating up.

My hand shot up to steady myself by holding onto his muscular chest, his went down to grab me by my ass though the dress I wore. Jasmin joined him in discovering my body, her hands initially resting on my abdomen, grazing across my supple, sensitive curves.

Our kisses of passion grew in strength and in urgency, our bodies moving closer to one another as we pressed on trying to get the most out of the other person. And kiss after kiss our bodies grew closer, Jasmin's behind me joining us in that proximity, holding me from behind as her hands drifted higher, and higher, eventually reaching my breasts.

I moaned into the black guy's mouth as my friend groped my boobs while he groped my ass, a double **** that gave me the naughtiest butterflies and made me want more. Need more.

"Let's see what we're working with." His request came with such strength that it felt like an order.

Stopping our kissing, I felt Jasmin's hands reach down to the hem of my dress, and slowly undressed me for her lover, who sat on the bench of the locker room to watch us.

And slowly, she started playing with the ends of the dress, teasing her black boyfriend.

"Let's give him a show, that'll turn him on." Her whisper was warm on my neck, and I felt shivers rise up my spine.

I nodded in agreement, moving softly, trying to match her sultry motions as her hands and body guided me from behind. Slowly, she raised my dress across my body, as we both swayed to the muffled rhythm of the music playing further down the school. Back and forth in rhythm with the music and each other's bodies, my dress rising higher and higher, me raising my hands to match its movement, our dance took us to new heights, as I felt a heat of excitement rising through me.

Off came the dress, leaving me dancing in only my underwear between Jasmin's hands, watching as Jerome rubbed himself through his pants, his growing cock painfully stretching the front of his pants and slowly drifting further and further down the leg of it.

It was impressive, threatening, and I was excited to see it grow even further.

Taking the cue from my friend in what she did to me, I turned to give the hulk of a man a clear view of my pantied ass, swaying it to the muffled music and enjoying the curves of my friend to myself.

My hands drifted across the back of her dress, and I held onto the zipper there, slowly lowering it, lower and lower, till it could be lowered no more.

Our hands roaming against each other's bodies, we swayed and turned till her back was to him. I held onto the top of the dress and slowly lowered it across her shoulders and hands. I was stunned to see that she hadn't worn a bra with the dress, as I came face to face with her heaving breasts. Like a deer in the headlights, I stayed there, looking at the beautiful curves of her mounds, as my hands continued their manipulation of the dress, lowering it further and further down.

Those cute breasts were fantastic, nipples poking out and looking back at my gawking face. And I was entranced with them, impressed by their shape and cute size. I looked at them, and they looked back at me, as her supple, clear back was revealed to her lover.

And then I broke eye contact and looked down to where I was lowering her dress, and noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Her smooth pussy was mine to gawk at without anything covering it, and I was overjoyed in staring at it, enjoying its natural beauty, the lips inviting almost. To say that I was stunned would be an understatement, as I all but stopped my swaying motion looking at her perfect body on display in front of me like that.

Jerome was less impressed.
"I've seen that one before. Show me our new little gift." Came his command to his love, who was quick to obey.

Jasmin's arms went behind me, unhooking my bra in one swift motion, and removing them off and away from my body, revealing my breasts to the couple standing in front of me.

As she moved behind me, I noticed Jerome had stood, and was getting rid of his own clothing, staring at me and my breasts. I felt my breath quicken as I returned the gaze, watching as article after article of clothing got removed from his muscular body, our eye contact constantly broken by glimpses at the other person's body.

Off came his shirt, revealing his muscular body underneath, and soon, off came his pants, revealing his stretched underwear, fighting to keep the impressive member it hid inside.

Off came my panties, as Jasmin's hands lowered them to the ground, leaving me bare naked in front of her lover.

Here we were, two naked ladies in front of our lover for the evening, who stood with such confidence it was difficult not to look at him with rapt attention and appreciation. And he knew the control he had over the room, and reveled in it.

"How about you girls come over and get the job done with?" He half-asked, half-ordered as he pointed to his underwear, obviously wanting us to remove them for him.

Jasmin was quick to answer his request, my following closely behind. She was used to this, to following his lead, his orders. And I wanted to learn from her, I wanted to please him too.

We both knelt in front of his muscular body, naked in service to his grand presence. And our hands rushed to get to his underwear and lower them to the ground.

And down they went, revealing the impressive cock underneath, a mass of angry black flesh that now wanted to find someplace to bury itself in.

And it seemed like that place would be my mouth, as his hand lowered and held the back of my head, words forming at his lips:

"Show me what you're good for." His order came with no regard to my wants or needs.

Or maybe he was so in tune with what I wanted, because a cock in my mouth was all I was thinking of at the moment. My lips opened and I approached to take the huge member in my mouth, its head drifting across my tongue and almost immediately poking my throat. His cock was huge, and nothing could put it into perspective like trying to fit my mouth around it.

Jasmin was quick to aid me, holding the cock as her hand massaged the back of my neck, helping me to get it further and further in my mouth and down my throat. I pushed my limits, aided by my friend, trying to fit the enormous member in my mouth. And it felt almost impossible. If I ever wanted to succeed at taking him all the way and deepthroating him, I'd have to train daily. And at the moment, it felt like the only thing I wanted out of my life.

Up and down, back and forth, my head bobbed on the cock that invaded its mouth, looking to fit as much of it as it could in as little time as possible.

And up and down my head got to work as I took him further and further in my mouth, but barely reaching half.

Soon, a naughty horny Jasmin got tired of watching me struggle and got to work as well, slobbering all over the side of the cock as her tongue traveled up and down it. And back and forth her tongue went in avid exploration, looking to heighten the pleasure her boyfriend felt as my mouth kept its work on the head and my tongue swirled all around it.

Double trouble, double attention. Two white whores on their knees servicing a black man. That was the vision of beauty anyone making it into the locker rooms of the valentine party would see.