Me, and my overactive mind
written by:
Chris-t6290

"Oh, God, yessss!" I frenetically exclaim, as Jerome slams his lovely black cock into my pussy, sodden from all the orgasms he's instilled in me, in just as many positions. At this moment, my round shapely butt, in contrast to my svelte figure, is almost perched on the back of my black leather armchair, which he positioned against a wall of my lounge. Having removed the seat cushion, he had me step up and, with his help, sit as I now am.

Jerome's that type of lover who is unerringly attentive when it comes to a woman's pleasure, using his diligent fingers and expert tongue to make her climax. Having positioned me just so, he knelt down and rested my legs on his shoulders, before edging closer to have one more taste of my honey pot, my mound of Venus, my wonderful lush cunt!

"Emmnn, yes, Jerome. Lick it, lick it with your lovely long hot tongue," I cried out, as his warm breath rippled against my pussy, exposed by his thick ebony fingers. To further add to my stimuli, while resting - not guiding him with - my left hand on his shiny bald head, I cupped my right 36C breast and pulled on its nipple.

"Oh God, more, give me more," I continue to beseech him, as wave upon wave of lust wells up inside me. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK-ME!" I cry out, as my dam bursts and the flood gates open, only to be brought back to reality by the security buzzer to my flat sounding. "Huh, huh, huh," I gasp, as I gather my thoughts.

Forget the thus far descriptions. Jerome is the character of my latest erotic short story, and, well, let it be said that we authors have a very vivid imagination, which we then describe in great detail for our readers. Sometimes we can get lost in the moment, and just then, with Jerome, I was on a different hemisphere. Anyway, enough of that (putting my handy toy back in my work desk draw); I wonder who could be at the door.

Lifting the connecting phone, I enquire what the caller wants as I somewhat tidy my sweat drenched curly ebony hair. Informing me that the owner of my leasehold flat had hired them to fix the roof, the only access to which is in my abode, I press the switch to let them in.

In all, there are some 6 flats, and although the leasehold was high - being a 50/50 ownership and rental - it's nonetheless rent controlled, situated in a pleasant, peaceful part of the city.

I now make myself busy: closing my latest novella, until later, before hibernating my password protected (‘miss labia') PC; then rushing across my cream coloured shagpile carpet, in order to better cloth my 38-26-36C body, I remove my baggy white t-shirt, and towel myself down, adding some talc to my closely groomed dark haired (not black) pussy.

"Okay, I'll just be with you," I call out, hearing them knock on my front door.

Putting on a patterned wrap around summer dress - no panties or bra for this fine figure - I then return to let them in.

"Hel - lo," I exude, as I catch sight of the tall muscular black guy, who's almost a likeness for ‘Jerome'; somewhat ignoring his white associate. "Credentials, please," I ask, in a fit of confused oversight.

"We've got the work order, miss," the other one says, before pulling it from his overall breast pocket and dangling it in front of my prolonged vision.

"Oh, sorry, yes, I'm Tanya, by the way," I inform them, taking my eyes of his black colleague, long enough to peruse the item.

"Yes, yes, that checks out okay. Well, you better come in, then," I say, and direct them to wipe their feet on the hall mat, as I further open the door for them.

"I'm Roland," the black Adonis informs me, "this is Mathew," he matter of fact adds, carrying just a blue alum tool box with him. "The rest of what we need is in the van, downstairs, Tanya. We just need to see...first," he coyly avers.

If there's one way to get my pulse racing...a pleasant shy smile accompanied by a flash of white teeth...thank you, Roland.

Showing them to where the pull down hatch and ladder is, as we pass my PC's monitor - my tall back swivel chair parked under my work station - Mat enquires what model it is. ‘Windows 7' I inform him, hoping we can leave it at that, and they can complete their work, so that I can return to Roland. Sorry, did I just say... I meant Jerome.

"In here, then, guys," pointing to the ceiling just outside the bathroom, which is separate from the toilet. "You be allright with that, only I was in the middle of some work," I aver, before leaving them to get on with it.

Returning to my desk, I open the draw, which has my recently used vibrator in it, and take out my dictation recorder. Pressing the record button, I outline the next part of my story, forgetting to fully close the draw. Some moments later, Mat takes me unawares, when he explains what needs to be done, and although I make eye contact with him, I cannot help but notice that his line of vision has strayed. Turning my head to see, once he's gone - back down to the van - I notice it, my pink toy, with the column like bevels running down it. Quickly pushing the draw to, I do my best to ignore my slight embarrassment, as I continue committing my thoughts to tape.

"Steamy stories, then, Tanya," Roland surprises me from behind. "Got any good ones?" he enthuses.

"What? Oh," I hesitantly respond, before turning around as I click the stop button. "They're kind of private," I tell him; not publishing under my real name, and all.

"So what, then, you write them to get...?" suggesting what I was just doing, prior to them disturbing me.

"No. I publish them privately," I elucidate, hoping we can leave it at that; for the moment, at any rate, as lust again rises in my loins.

With Mat pressing the buzzer downstairs, breaking my wandering thoughts, I excuse myself from Roland to let his work mate in, leaving him to return to whatever he was doing. In the meantime, my fingers trace down the slit of my dress, and soon feel the beads of moistness on my tuft of pubes. Resisting touching myself, for now, I open the door to my flat, in readiness for Mathew's return, carrying with him a box of slates.

‘Now that they finally have what they need, I can get on with things,' I say to myself, as I lock the door behind Mat, before returning to my PC. Taking it out of hibernation, I decide to play a game, while the core two processor connects to my ISP. Then, once it's done so, I check my e-mails, leaving the chess game, which I find mentally stimulating, until later.

Come the sound of hammering, I think ‘good,' realising I won't be disturbed so long as it keeps up, and open the story so that I can update the continuity: ‘Jerome fucking me on the back of armchair'. Reminds me of Ellen Barkin and Al Pacino in ‘Sea of love', only he's stood up with her legs around his waist. Can't concentrate with the noise, though. I'm one of those people who are easily distracted by the slightest sound, only it's more of a racket. Why couldn't he, my landlord, have forewarned me, that way I could have...! Being one for finishing what I started, I decide to return to the chess game.

Momentarily feeling I've got it beat, I make a bold move...

"You don't want to do that, Tanya," Roland says from behind me, alerting me to his presence, while the sound of hammering comes from his colleague. "Here, let me," he cheerily says, inviting me to get up.

Now sitting where I was, I place my arms along the back rest, leaning slightly over him, so that I can see what he's doing...! And after six moves, in more than as many minutes, ‘Black's mated White', which starts me off again. So engrossed with Roland, and him demonstrating his acumen, I'm unaware that the noise has stopped, completely, until Mat puts in an appearance.

"Ah, it's got chess, then," he enthuses. "I had to get that with a bundle of other classics," he adds, distracting me to momentarily turn around. When I look back, Roland has opened my story.

"That's a bit..." he intimates, favourably.

Feeling at ease with his reaction, while getting none from Mat, I have Roland get up, so that I can sit back down; however, in my state, and no doubt theirs, I catch the silk sash loop of my wraps tie, which slowly loosens it. In noticing my dilemma, I Quickly wrap the garment across me and then sit down.

"So, how does it start, Tanya?" Roland enquires, with notable interest.

Hitting the Ctrl+Home keys, I take the open document to the beginning and lean back a bit, while he, no doubt they read it from either side of me. Relaxed, I half consciously let the folds of my wrap part, and either side hang between my open thighs; realizing that, they're no doubt responding to the inflamed eroticism, as I am from knowing that they are.

"You've got a very vivid mind, Tanya," Mat commends, his right hand pressing down on the top of the rest, fingers of which my hair brushes when I repose myself to move the page, set for book column width, down.

"I take it you've finished the work, then," I aver, as I again recline in the chair, placing my arms on the rests and wrapping my hands around the cushioned fronts, unconcerned, as I do so, that my wrap has opened to reveal the cleavage of my firm breasts, while maintaining the modesty of my cooze.

"We're pretty much finished for the day," Mat rejoins, what with it being Saturday.

"I see. In that case..." Sitting up, I click open, and bring up another file. "The other one's not finished. Try this one, instead," I eagerly tell them, before relaxing in my chair, this time making sure that my robe is somewhat inviting, without being too so.

Roland's the first to react: placing his hand on my right shoulder, he drags the silk like material across my hardened nipple, and as the smooth cloth grazes it I let out a low sigh and move my knees more open. Seeing this, and with his hand still on the chair, Mat decides to be bolder, as, from the corner of my lustful eye, I notice him stoop lower, only to have him stop and move back up. No doubt Roland giving him a look to take things slow, which is how, in reality, I like it.

"Your character's pretty wild," Roland remarks, his hand moving from me to the keyboard, to read some more, while I'm getting horny for the real thing.

Taking matter's into my own hand, and with his ‘no doubt pulsating erection' cms from it, I motion my curled knuckles toward his groin; brushing them against its firmness. ‘Very wild,' he responds, avoiding possible clichés, as he gradually retracts his hand, only to then slide my wrap open enough to expose my breast, which slowly heaves in response to my deep breathing.

With the formalities over, and each of us in agreement that I wish to be fucked, I recline further back, using the chair's leaver to do so, and, one by one, slowly raise my ankles and rest my lower legs either side of the keyboard; managing, as I do, to drape the lower part of my wrap, over my thighs and modesty; if they want to see my splendour, then they'll just have to...!

"You don't beat about the bush, young lady," Mat exclaims, reaching to, and exposing my other breast, which my racing heart palpitates more rapidly. Meanwhile, and with the back of my hand still stroking Roland, I presently locate the zip of his overall, and slowly slide it down with a feint rasping sound. "Very wild," Mat avers, at hearing it, the sound cutting through the otherwise silence except for that of heavy breathing.

Never, myself, having experienced a black man's cock; though nonetheless seen them in internet video-clips and, as with my stories, fantasized about it; I now lusted, ached even, to know how it would feel to be pounded by one, as I slowly slid my hand into Roland's overall to find his ebony sceptre.

Emn, warm and pliable, even with it's firmness I notice.

Turning my attention toward Mat, I coyly smile up at him, while I slowly stroke my hand up and down his work mates tumescent cock, which I just about manage to get my long fingers almost around.

"Oh, fuck lady!" Mat exclaims, trying his best to control himself, and not waiting for me, he smartly unzips his fly and soon manages to fish out a surprisingly long erect dick for an average white man.

Almost mesmerized by it, I open my mouth and he directs it towards me. ‘That's not going to need much attention,' I remark to myself, as I suck the head while flicking my tongue around it, accepting more as he motions himself forward. "Emngh, emngh," I murmur, still half concentrating on the warm staff that was in Roland's overall and which he's loosened to make it easier for me.

"Puh," I vociferate, as I eventually take myself from Mat. Then, not saying a word, though who needs them in a situation where the language of love and sex are concerned, they help me up and slip off my wrap around dress, causing me to relinquish Roland's lovely long trouser snake.

Moving my TFT monitor, along with the keyboard and mouse, further back, I'm amazed at how restrained the pair are, especially with my tuft of dark pubes standing out against my white body. Once they've finished, Roland takes my dress from the chair and then lays it, invitingly for me, on my desk before Mat and he help me up.

Laying across it, so that I can now savour Roland while Mat does likewise to my tits and pussy, I draw them towards me with beckoning fingers. Then, gripping Roland by the hilt, I circle my tongue around the head of his swollen glans, presently causing his expected pre-cum to ooze from the eye of his cock monster. "Emn," I murmur as I lick it from him, tasting the mixture of sweet and saltiness, that most men secrete. That said, there have been the rare occasions when my tongue's gone numb, later, from the guy being a coke user.

With each of them presently clutching a breast, Mat motions my legs apart to get at my inner sanctum, only to then surprise me by kissing along my humid left thigh, resting on the table.

"Not one for talking, then, Tanya," he remarks, with my mouth now full of Roland's glans.

Murmuring a response that indicates I'm enjoying them too much to commentate, I slowly inch my lips down his colleagues masterful appendage, feeling the ridge of its thick vein as I take more of it into me before stopping to relax - getting past the gag reflex - and then manoeuvring my throat around it.

"Oh fuck, she's - got it in her throat!" Roland, feverishly exclaims to Mat, who's since moved to my other thigh. Hearing the outburst, he squeezes my orb in response and closes on my humid mound.

"Sorry, Tanya, wasn't sure if they were...they stand so proud, jutting out from your body," he commends.

In their earlier moving the peripherals out of the way, they moved the story I selected for them on a bit, and as I continue to feast on Roland's long black staff his eyes fall on the screen.

"You like all that, Tanya, or is it just fantasy?" he asks, still leaving me to take him at my own rhythm of working the glans back and forth in my throat.

Not wanting to break from what we're doing, though, I simply nod yes, as best I can, safe in that, I don't include anything in my stories that I wouldn't myself do; well almost, as I would eventually find out.

No doubt having been told of my vibrator's location, Roland opens the draw, takes it out and then hands it to Mat. ‘Emn, yes, the more pleasure the merrier, thank-you,' I eagerly say to myself, as I hear it begin to hum. Supporting my right breast, Mat licks around my areola, grazing my nipple as he encircles it, the sensation of which is soon added to when I once more feel the trembling toy glide along my moist slit.

"Emngh, emngh," I murmur, as I pull back some from Roland, lest I get too overexcited with him in my throat; and there's no doubt his mate, Mat, to likewise enjoy, in equal measure.

Soon taking himself from me, just as my climax is nicely percolating, Roland suggests moving somewhere more comfortable - for me. Being the type of woman who reserves the bedroom for lovers, as apposed to the ‘screwing' I'll be aptly getting from these two labourers, I sit up and suggest the sofa, before having them help me down.

Wanting to make the most of my at ease, commanding position: they letting me lead, I wrap a hand around each ones cock, and say: "Coming, then," and slowly make my way over to the couch.

Releasing my grip, I turn around. Then smiling up at Mat, who's remembered to bring the now silent toy, I move my hands to the top of his overall, saying: "I want you both as naked as I." Then: "No, I'll do it," I tell Roland, stopping him in his eagerness, as I undo Mat's buttons, while he resists otherwise touching me by placing his hands on my hips, avoiding any undue movement of his erection.

Respecting my wishes, as I undress Mat, Roland, kneeling on the sofa, encompasses my shapely butt with his hands, setting off images of him doing likewise, later, to ease a path to Uranus (a metaphor for my butt). "Emmn," I coo, at his warm deft touch and even more so when he brushes his shinny bald pate down my spine.

"Okay, Roland, your turn," I say, wanting him to stop before I simply give in to the lustfulness I now feel. Keeping him where he is, I turn and push the realistic ‘Jerome' back on his haunches. Then, with a look of mischief, I tell him ‘he's a bad boy,' before kneeling my right leg on the sofa, for Mat's benefit, and getting up close and personal with Roland.

With my head barely inches from his, our eyes lock in the usual ‘caught in a moment' situation, prompting one of us to take the initiative and kiss, helped, on this occasion, by Mat directing the tip of the toy into my juicy wet pussy. "Emn," I moan, as I move forward in response, my lips nudging Roland's, open mouthed from my gasp, as I undo the third button. Instinctively, he slides his tongue into my waiting sanctuary, running it, first, over my teeth as all men tend to do, while Mat probes my other receptive orifice.

Still with our lips locked, and our tongues entwined, I manage to fumble with the remaining buttons and soon remove the top part of his protective overall; the sweat shirt under it being more of a challenge as we are. Nevertheless, dragging it up by the sides, my lower fingers feeling his warm soft skin, Roland lets me go long enough to pull it over his head; whereupon, I move my right index finger to his lips, and get him to halt his affection.

"Enjoying yourself, there, Mat," I say to him, as I manoeuvre Roland so that I can remove his boots and then his work clothes, revealing a pair of black ‘CK's', which his engorged cock peers over the waistband of, and that I somehow resist feasting on.

Having taken the subtle hint to give me some time with Roland, at the end, I return my attention to Mat, and have him sit next to his colleague. Starting with his work boots, I untie and remove them. "You're quite attentive, young lady," he remarks, appreciatively, while emitting a contagious smile.

Now stood up, I start to take down Mat's overall, my breasts lightly swaying as I ease it off his shoulders to reveal a subtle hairy chest, which I can't help but run my hand through. "Emn," I lowly moan, as they sensuously tickle my fingers with, no doubt, the same feeling as that when men stroke my pubes.

Getting Mat to somewhat hover above the cushion, I then pull his overalls past his shorts, which have a nice novelty design on them; his erect phallus protruding through their convenient slit.

"Okay, guys, how do you want me?" I invitingly enquire, with them, like me, completely naked.

Getting up from the sofa, their cocks swaying, Roland has me lay down with my shoulders on a cushion that he places against the arm rest for me, before moving to inbetween my lower legs, while Mat kneels on the floor to attend my breasts.

Making myself comfortable, for the pleasure I'm about to receive, Mat takes one of my breasts in each hand and lowers himself over the left one in preparation of using his mouth on it, while Roland closes his in on my hot pussy.

Instinctively I part my thighs, giving him greater access, holding my breath in anticipation of his initial touch. "Ohmn," I almost whimper, as I feel his hot breath, followed almost immediately by his warm tongue as it lightly flicks my ample fuck flesh (labia), parting them as he continues up to just below my protruding clit, before subtly sliding it back down to the base. "Emngh," I languidly and contentedly moan, as he repeats the pleasure a few more times, each occasion moving millimetres into my humid crevasse. "Emn, yes, Roland, make me - cum," I appeal to him, as his oral actions take affect, helped by Mat's attentiveness to my breast and swollen nipple.

"There you go," he exclaims, with an air of accomplishment, suggesting he intends to get down to 'business' without tending my clitty. But, fear not, I realize, as Roland reassuringly positions himself marginally closer, his fingers brushing my dark tuft, as he first moves back the hood, and then teases the stout nub with his forefinger, followed by his tongue, sending pleasure searing through me, conjoining with that from my breasts, where it registers in the nerve endings of my brain; sensory overload it feels like, as I buck and spasm to meet his attention.

Still exposing me with his left thumb and finger, the wonderful Roland now uses his tongue, while fingers of his other hand worm their way into my moist opening, causing me to bite my lip, to repress my otherwise ecstatic screams, as I emit a low whimper.

Noticing this from beside me, and almost reading my mind, Mat reposes himself so that his mushroom glans are reflexingly bobbing above my part clenched lips, while still attentively fondling and sucking my globes.

In response to his welcome gesture, I emit a smile, accompanied by a pleasured gasp, before taking the head of his cock into my mouth, then sucking on it, while twirling my tongue around the crown; presently giving into his forward motion to take more of it into my welcoming mouth. "Emngh, emngh," I murmur, as they both now fuck me to orgasmic pleasure.

"Do you squirt, Tanya?" Mat casually asks, now letting me control his motion with my hand part wrapped around his cock.

Although I'm aware of it, not having experienced it myself, and so never included it in any of my stories, I affirm no.

"You probably don't know how to," Roland manages to intimate, still tantalizing my very swollen clit. Then, his fingers inside my vulva suddenly become more determined, almost probing, as if searching for something (my G-spot's inbetween my abdomen and cervix, so it's not that).

"Hold on a minute," Mat almost exclaims, with some concern. And having taken his cock, damp from my saliva, from me, he rushes off toward where they were working; returning, shortly, with the towel I wiped myself down with, which, and with it half folded, he manages to place on the sofa cushion, with it part under my butt and thighs. "There you go, Tanya. Now, just relax and let it happen," he tells me, giving a knowing look to Roland.

With my body almost limp, I presently feel his stout ebony fingers touch something inside me, immediately setting off an euphoric sensation that first tingles and builds to something I've never before felt. "Ooh, ooh, what's that?" I strain, my breathing becoming deep and almost taut.

"You'll see," Mat tells me, with a degree of glee.

"Oh fuck, emn, fuck!" I exclaim, as the sensations, like pleasured shock waves, shoot through the very core of my cervix. "Huh! Huh! Huh!" I feverishly gasp, as if possessed, as Roland builds up a head of steam, his fingers fucking me in short, yet frantic, in-out jerks. "F-u-c-k me, Yes! Yes! Yes!" I pant my pleasure. Then it happens, a short repetitive squelching noise, followed by a squirt of liquid spraying upwards and then cascading over Roland and me. "Huh! Huh! Huh!" I hoarsely pant, as my body settles down to it's usual post orgasmic equilibrium. Then: "Whata, what, how?" I manage to ask.

"There's -" Roland begins to elucidate. Only to be interrupted by Mat, who proffers: "You could, maybe see it in your bedroom mirror."

Although not seeing it as a ploy, to enter my otherwise reserved domain, I nonetheless pass on his invitation by motioning Roland up and over me, before taking his turgid black staff - which I then slide up and down the groove of my fuck channel, to moisten it - and then guide it into my aching cunt, while looking into Roland's fiery hot eyes.

No words are necessary, as he rhythmically ploughs my lush furrow with strong determined strokes, while in my head, deep inside my conscious, I repeat: ‘Fuck me, Roland!' and presently pull my thighs up, placing the heels of my feet on his buttocks to guide and encourage his fucking me; meanwhile, not knowing if I'm one for handling a cock in my mouth, as well, Mat looks on, rubbing his chin enigmatically.

Seeing, realizing he's mostly had me, Roland presently relinquishes my wanton, accommodating body to Mat, who goes to kneel between my legs, to first get a taste of me. "Uh, no. Put your cock in me, please," I tell him, wanting the pleasured rhythmic motion to continue.

"How about both of us, me and Roland, like in your story," he suggests, gesturing towards my monitor.

Well, yes, I suppose I did rather encourage it, from earlier, I realise, as I get up, and then direct Roland to sit on the middle cushion - having once removed the towel, which I then drop on the carpet.

Presently sat over him, his engorged sceptre buried deep inside my vibrant pussy, I lean forward, my breasts almost touching his chin, as I, with my left hand on his shoulder for traction, reach behind me to invitingly splay my arse cheeks for Mat's foray. Although I enjoy anal, as a finality, what with the mess and all, this will be the first time, with two men, period! And something to experience, and make a mental note of for future reference.

Making himself comfortable behind me, I wait for the usual sharp stab of pain, followed soon after as the cock in my ‘ample' ass, something I see as an accommodating advantage, starts to fill me up, radiating sparks of pleasure as it moves deeper. "Easy, there, Mat," I counsel him, as I first feel his left hand on my rump, ease my left cheek open, followed by the head of his cock grazing my humid flesh. Taking a sharp deep breath, in anticipation, and with Roland swelling my quim, I'm oddly surprised, when I feel the crown of Mat's erection brush my perineum, only to move lower and jar into my cunt! ‘Shit!' I forgot that, only ever having included it the once.

"That, okay, Tanya?" Mat enquires, feeling a smack of resistance.

Although my conscience was crying out no, my pussy on the other hand, and being in control, forestalled any such objection, as he pushed some more, and presently wormed his member inside me. ‘Okay, now what?' one at a time, both together, I wondered, as my vulva opened up to make it easier; there could, in time of course be something much broader ejecting itself from me, I assuaged.

Resting, motionless inside me, letting me become accustomed to their combined presence, I waited, with baited breath, for what would occur next. Drawing himself back, with a tug on my senses, Mat's seemingly pliable cock grazed that of Roland's, and in doing so, caused a subtle rippling affect to pervade from my toes.

"How does that feel, Tanya?" Roland asks, no doubt noticing my pleasure racked expression.

"Ok. Different," I tell him.

"Ah, you like it in your bottom, then," Mat gleefully responds.

"Emn, not just yet, though," I tell him, as he takes it almost from me, and then slides it back in.

After a short while, I loosen up, and a contented smile noticeably beams across my lustful face. "Are you both going to fuck me, please?" I appeal to them, almost sat up and supporting myself.

Placing his big strong black hands on my sides, Roland lifts me up aways and then starts to massage my vulva, while Mat moves counter to his in out pistoning, causing an even greater undulation, which ignites a deeper feeling inside me as my orgasm tempests. "Oh God, yes, fuck me, pleeease. Ahmn," as I cum.

"Emn, that should make it easy for you," I tell them, as my sweet juices lubricate their way. "Come on, give it to me, fuck my cock hungry cunt!" I embolden, as I ride up and down their lovely firm erections, spurring on both them, and my next climax.

Fucked, and almost drenched with my own cum and sweat, I half turn, looking over my shoulder at a contented Mat. "I want Roland's black cock in my tight arsehole, first," I tell him, and wait for Mat to withdraw himself from me, which, when he does, he delivers a firm, playful slap to my right buttock, causing me to make a final jolt onto the head of Roland's black sceptre. ‘Thank-you,' I say inside, as my body quivers in response.

13>Now getting off him, I turn around. And with their combined help, I'm lowered, hovering just above my physical substitute for Jerome, my otherwise dream fuck. Extending my hand down, I immediately feel and locate Roland's warm sticky cock, which he's managed to flex almost vertical for me.

"That be allright without lube?" Mat asks, as I nudge the head of the instrument of pleasure, against my anal ring.

"Emn, it's okay," I assure him. I just want the bugger inside me, I'm that eager. "Emnn, ffu-" I vociferate, as the head breaks the otherwise tight surface. (Here's something for you music fans: the title of Led Zep's LP ‘In through the out door' relates to anal sex.)

‘What was that I said to Mat earlier, about going easy with me,' I recall, as Roland's tumescent phallus opens me up, and my hungry butt consumes it. "Huh, huh," I gasp, momentarily stopping with it about a third inside me. Still maintaining their combined grip, Roland, his hands supporting and splaying my ass, motions me up a bit before lowering me back aways to take a bit more. ‘God, he was big!' I realised, not like others who'd been there before him.

With Mat presently letting me go, I subsequently slide my tight ass down his colleagues long black mamba, which, in the case of black men, is aptly named because of the way their dick is pliable, while erect, and almost slithers around inside; in this case my ‘sensational' butt. Still hovering, attentively above me, as Mat moves closer, I reach out and almost grab his cum slick cock, and, drawing us closer, lick the head for a bit before taking most of it inside my mouth where I languidly swirl my tongue around and over it, savouring the taste of my pussy juice along with his escaping pre-cum.

Having made him wait, while I exercise my anus on Roland's pleasure pole, I, looking him square in his sea blue eyes, take him from my mouth, then trace his moist cock across each of my breasts, poking the head against each taut, sensitive nipple, down my midriff, over my naval, ending, finally, at my not so ‘secret garden' which he plants the stem of his turgid erection in.

"Yes!" I exhale, with much adulation, as Mat rubs against Roland, through my thin wall.

9>Lifting my legs up by the underside of my knees, he now starts to cleave his cock into me, with sharp penetrating strokes, making me to jolt back and forth on the lovely black staff in my ass.

"Fuck! Yes, fuck me, Mat, slam your thick dick into my pussy," I encourage him, as I sense another climax, brought about by the onslaught my two fuck holes are receiving.

"You want to get over me, so that Roland, here, can really nail your ass for you?" Mat suggests, noticing I've again cum. And stopping, indicating my willingness, Mat takes himself from me, with a squelch.

Presently knelt over him, I move up and down his thick dick with an understandable ease; having climaxed countless times. Reaching his hands behind he, Mat now spreads my ass cheeks, for Roland; whereupon, I place mine on his to show him my keenness, before Roland, placing his hand on the small of my back, eases me lower, my back then arching as he motions his black rod toward my dark anal dungeon, which he soon fills with aplomb.

"Oh God, yes," I commend. Then: "Oh man, that feels fucking lovely, both your hard cocks filling me up at the same time." One in my arse, one in my sex-crazed cunt, with only a thin membrane separating one cock from the other. I was in fucking heaven, floating on a cloud of euphoria, being swept away by their rhythmic fucking and thrusting, and with no idea or regard of the time. The one in my otherwise tight ass felt so remarkable that I felt guilty when Roland spilt his warm sticky seed inside my butt.

Looking up at Mat, through sex glazed eyes, I could tell he was a tad despondent at not ‘nailing' my ass, while I had his mate in my pussy, so I decided to give him a special make-up treat. "Follow me," I said, with a wry, knowing expression, as the once erect black cock slipped from my rear.

Taking Mat over to my dining room table, I leaned forward, placing my hands on the surface, readying myself for my hard nipples touching the polished wood. "Seeth," I sighed, intaking a shallow breath, as the coldness, soon to be tempered by a warm cock in my ass, acted on my stout nipples.

Managing to rest my weight on the table, I shimmied my feet apart, and, bending my spine, offered my pouting bum-hole to Mat, behind me, as I splayed my cheeks with my hands. "Stick your lovely thick dick in my asshole, and fuck me, Mat," I sincerely told him, and waited, poised, for his cock meat to fill me up. "Oh God, yes, fuck me!" I shouted, through gritted teeth, as he, having first popped the head in, speared his weapon into my invitingly receptive bum-hole. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass," I cried, with a whimper, as he gripped my hips and cleaved himself back and forth, in and out of my accommodating anus.

Now, removing my right hand, I quickly located my clit and rhythmically agitated it. Noticing this, Roland crawled underneath me and lapped around my pussy, soon bringing me, with the pleasure on my nipples and the thick cock of Mat's in my butt, to an almighty, powerful climax, culminating in Mat also creaming my anus, and Roland getting a face and mouthful of my combined secretions; me cuming and again squirting.

After that, we all took a pleasant, sex-free shower together. Leaving me, afterwards, to get on with adding some of what happened, especially over the table, for which I turned to my toy for some relief as I vividly recalled it...! God, where was I? Ah yes, and my two very welcome fuckees, made their way back to their van and departed. ‘Em it's good being an erotic novelist,' I thought, as I continued to type with a renewed vigour.