‘Not again. Give it a fucking rest, guys. Who are these women,' I thought, as I once again lay awake while my husband slept peacefully beside me, every so often making a deep snoring sound.
Yet again, my upstairs neighbours were fucking some slut they had brought home. Okay, maybe slut was too harsh a word. It was almost midnight and the sound of the bedsprings making high-pitched squeaking noises was keeping me awake, yet again. That was subsequently followed and added to by the woman's voice begging for more, and then the begging became wordless moans and groans of pleasure.
Stan, my husband, was between jobs and so I worked a double shift. That meant having to get up early. I was losing sleep. Something had to give. I needed my sanity back. I made up my mind to visit my neighbours the following evening after a 12 hour shift and appeal to them to keep it down.
Sex is fine; we all do it, just not so damn late. Okay, part of that wasn't true. Everyone but us. I could not remember the last time Stan made our bed shake as much as the noise coming from above us.
One hour later it stopped. ‘Hallelujah. At last. About damn time,' I thought, and settled down to sleep.
As I left for work the following morning I caught sight of a young woman, younger than me. Her blonde hair looked dishevelled, her clothes were rumpled and she wore a contented smile. She hailed a cab and was quickly whisked away. Me, I had to settle for the early morning bus as always.
It was a long arduous shift. I was glad when it ended. I needed my faculties intact if I was determined to confront my neighbours, Roland and Eric, which I was. I had to. I couldn't go on losing sleep night after night, day after day.
I had seen them quite a few times, either going in or coming out of the building. Young handsome athletic types with dark tanned muscular skin. It was easy to see what other women saw in them.
I made my way up several flights of stairs to their apartment and knocked on the door several times. I was sore all over from my 12 hour shift. All I wanted, all I had hoped for was to take a leisurely bath, have something to eat and relax. Before I could get to that, I had my neighbours to deal with.
"Coming," a voice from inside their apartment called out.
"Hello there," Eric intoned. "Allison, right," he said. "And what brings you up here?" he asked, his tone lustful. ‘It's certainly not for that,' I remarked to myself.
I took a deep breath. I've never been good at confrontations. I can't even summon up the courage to ask my boss for a raise. I was tired. The sooner I got it over with then things could hopefully go back to normal.
"There's something I need to talk to you both about. It's important."
"Best come in, then," Eric said.
He lead me into the living room. Compact, just like all of the others in the building. Space for a big screen TV and a sofa, which he invited me to sit on.
"Is Roland here, it involves him too," I said, only for him to make his way from the kitchen with a couple of beers.
"Allison's here. Do you want something to drink?" Eric offered.
"What? No. This shouldn't take long," I said.
"Allison wants to see us about something," Eric made Roland aware, as he took the bottle from his flatmate. They each took a sip and waited. My heart leapt inside me and I took another deep breath.
"I need to talk to you about the noises late at night. When you bring women home," I said.
"Right..." Eric intoned, almost at a loss.
"You're rather loud. I can't get to sleep until long afterwards, guys. I'm tired as it is after a long shift at work," I informed them. "If you can just keep it down, okay, that'll be fine," I appealed to their better nature while adding a smile.
They looked at one another for some short moments, as if considering what I had said, and then me. Then Eric said, "How come we don't hear any noise coming from your apartment?"
"That's none of your business," I exclaimed, only for Eric to rest his hand on my thigh, just above my knee.
"We could make it our business, Eric and me," Roland intoned.
"You sure you're not jealous, Allison, just a bit," Eric suggested, his hand slowly edging further and higher along my thigh while the sudden unexpected warmth sent a shiver through my body.
Okay. So sometimes when I lay awake I imagine it's me they are both fucking and my fingers somehow end up stroking my pussy. Good luck to the other women. I just need my rest.
"What are you implying?" I exclaimed, far from curious.
"You just need to be taken care of, is all. Right, Roland."
"Yeah. You've definitely come to the right place for that. We look after our women...We can look after you as well, Allison," Roland intoned, flashing his white teeth when he smiled alluringly.
A part of me couldn't believe what I was hearing. A proposition. Things weren't going quite as I had expected, while these two handsome men appeared to be hitting on me.
"How long since you had a good honest fuck?" Eric said, his hand fully underneath my skirt.
Along with its continued warmth, I felt a warm wetness between my legs. Just then, a sudden temptation took control of me. "Too long," I replied and relaxed my posture.
That was all the further encouragement Eric needed and I felt his hand move higher and inwards. I opened my legs like a willing slut, like all the other willing sluts they had taken to their apartment. I resisted making it easier for him, though. I resisted pulling my skirt up, no doubt revealing the stain of my wetness.
I watched, transfixed, as Rolland unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the metal zipper. When he slid them down his legs along with his pants, I gasped at the sight and size of his cock.
"My one is just as big. Why don't you see?" Eric invited, having noticed my stunned expression. I was sat rigid. My mouth open as I stared in wonder at his flatmate's girth and length, poised at an angle as it extended up from his big hairy balls.
"Oh—my—God! That's fucking huge," I eventually gasped, wondering how any of the women managed it and that they were both as big. I salivated my lips with my tongue, in readiness, as Roland stepped closer and then he was in front of me. Close-up, it looked even bigger.
"You like that," he intoned, while Eric, using both hands, drew back my skirt until it was pooled around my hips.
All I could manage was to nod my approval as my clit suddenly responded to what I was about to do. Give myself willingly to not just one man but two. My pussy became all the more wet at the realisation of being fucked by their big long dicks; big fucking dark ones.
Eric and Roland were quite well-tanned. Darker than mixed race, they were hardly what you would call black; more chocolate than coffee. They had well-toned muscles, especially the one between their legs, and a profound six-pack.
I felt a rush of warmth as I moved closer to Roland's throbbing cock. I grasped it in both hands and brushed the puffy crown over my lips before stroking my left cheek with it and moving it across to the other one. It was as if I was worshipping the very cause of my problem and I was hooked.
"Yes," I crooned, when I felt Eric's fingers stroke my wet pussy through the lace of my powder pink thong. Urged by my moans of encouragement as I licked the head of his friend's cock, he drew my leg up until it was resting on his thighs. God, I was so open for him, my legs at more than a right angle.
I felt the lace bite into my heated cunt as he kept up his momentum. I felt a fire in my core continue to smoulder as I gave myself to their pleasured attention. I was so close to cumming right then as I shifted myself on the sofa.
As if sensing it, Eric directed his thumb onto my needy clit and began massaging it. He was good, better than Stan, and that's saying something. ‘Stan,' I suddenly thought, aghast, only for Roland to draw me forward and fill my mouth with his warm firm length.
"Hurmn," I mumbled my pleasure, as my climax rolled along my body. Although I was grateful for Roland's timely action, stifling my cries, which Stan would be sure to hear below us, he rather force fed my mouth his length as he worked my head back and forth.
He was long, in retrospect, they both were. As long as Sean Michaels with a girth to match that of Lexington Steele. Thankfully, I still had my hands stroking the lower portion but not for long. Wanting me to experience the total mass, Roland removed one of my hands and then the other.
By that time, Eric had drawn my wet thong to one side and had all three of the long tanned dark fingers of his right hand hooked up inside my pussy while I flexed my hips on them encouragingly and he stroked my clit with his ever dependable thumb. The sensations pulsing through my body were almost electric.
Roland urged more of his cock ever deeper into my mouth. Even porn sluts used a hand to hold the male talent off if he was going too deep, but not me. No. I somewhat welcomed it when I felt the warm turgid head of Roland's dick graze the back of my mouth, seeking a way into my throat. ‘Would I gag? More to the point, would I suffocate,' I wondered, only to feel a sudden rush as it popped inside, still with a good few inches between my fevered lips and his big hairy balls.
"It's in her throat. Allison's taking my dick down her throat. Good girl," he congratulated me, which made me feel all the more better for having done so; quite an accomplishment I must say.
I let out a sigh when I felt Roland's free hand and that of Eric's lift up my top and expose my ripe tits. Without the need to be asked, I unhooked my strapless matching lace bra and drew it away from my ample 38C breasts. I then felt a hand from each cover my tits and begin caressing them.
I had a cock fucking my throat, fingers inside my pussy while a thumb stroked my clit and a warm hand kneading my shapely melons. I was close to cumming for a second time and still I wanted more. That came seconds later when a finger and thumb latched onto each stout nipple and began tweaking, rolling and pulling the elongated flesh.
"Hurmn, hurmn," I cried out, while the vibrations on Roland's shaft urged him to work my head back and forth so that the glans popped in and out of my throat with voracity.
"You're gonna cum, aren't you," Eric rejoiced at his facilitation, and then it happened.
I felt a warmth in my pussy and a second in my throat as my climax struck and Roland released the first of three creamy loads. His body jerked and trembled as he urged me back and fired the second load in my mouth. I was slow to stop him from fully withdrawing his length and felt his third offering splash on my lips and chin. I then used his semi-hard cock to wipe it over my cheeks and neck as the dribbles leaked from him. When he was finished, I took him back into the warm depths of my mouth, drew in my cheeks and sucked him some more.
Free of his once more hard cock, I watched as he grasped my top and drew it up over my arms and off.
He licked his lips as he gazed at my succulent tits. He was hungry. I could see it in his eyes as Eric withdrew his attention from my wet pussy and was soon stood before me. I reached for his jeans and slowly undid the button followed by the zip as Roland knelt where Eric had been sat; my right leg laid along the sofa's backrest.
I grasped either side of Eric's waistband, like the willing slut I was for them, and drew it over his hips, leaving his jeans just above his knees. I gawped when I noticed the contents of his pants rustle. It was like a boa constrictor was encased inside them just waiting to be released. At the very least, after all the wonderful, pleasurable attention Eric had heaped on my pussy, I expected it to be hard.
Without reason, my fingers trembled, uncontrollably, as I moved my hands towards his waistband. I felt a frisson of expectancy suddenly seize me as I grasped the front and inched his pants forward. I was so captivated as to what was awaiting me, more of the same, that I hadn't noticed Roland slide his fingers inside my dripping wet pussy and begin massaging the inner folds of my cunt. Only when his bristling stubble grazed my inner thigh on the way to my sex did I give a yelp.
"Noise. Stan, my husband," I appealed, but it was too late.
"Oh God, yes, emngh," I cried out, before biting my lip.
Roland's attention, his hot wet tongue licking along the line of my clit was too much. Everything happened so quickly. I pulled Eric's pants down and his lovely brown cock tumbled out and immediately flexed as it hung between his thighs. The head came to rest just above his knees.
As quickly as I could, I had his jeans and pants pulled down to his shins, my hair brushing his cock as I did. Moving back up, I tilted my head and licked the crown before me, only for a short while and then took it between my lips. I smooched on it as Roland, having drawn back the hood to expose my tender nubbin, sucked and teased my clit while his fingers continued to slide deep inside my wet pussy, which was soon in need of something warmer, longer and, in their case, thicker.
"I think she's ready. You ready to try Roland's dick in your pussy, Allison?"
"Okay, so long as I get to suck on yours as well; my husband, the noise," I reminded them, and then went back to enjoy some more of Eric's firming up cock before it got so that I had to reposition my attention from sliding my lips up and down from beneath him.
Having removed my skirt and damp thong, I found myself knelt up on all fours on the sofa for them with Roland in front of me, his long big cock in his grasp at an angle in readiness for my attention. Far from getting my pussy filled by his friend's firmed up dick, I felt the warmth of Eric's breath flit across my buttocks as he zeroed in on my hot wet sex.
"Yes, lick it, lick my cunt, Eric," I moaned, encouragingly. Never before had I used such a word, and yet there I was urging a stranger, my neighbour, someone I had gone to sort out a sleeping problem with, to lick my cunt.
I looked up at Roland, appealingly, I needed his warm firm cock between my lips, silencing any more such moans of pleasure as Eric continued to slip, slide and slither his warm wet tongue along the crease of my sex and all while he stroked my distended clit with his hand. They certainly weren't kidding when they said they would take care of me - oh brother.
Roland moved forward a few inches and directed me to lick up and down the underside of his shaft. When I reached the tender part below the rim of the crown, he let out a contented growl. He even threw his head back. I took that opportunity to steal forward and subsequently covered the turgid glans with my lips. I continued to moan my pleasure from deep inside me as I bobbed my head back and forth along Roland's shaft, moments before a third fulfilling climax seized me.
I was too caught up in its maelstrom to notice my ass cheeks being opened let alone that of Eric sliding his tongue over my perineum, which he teased momentarily.
"Hurmn," I gasped, when I felt Eric's tongue drift onto my rosebud and then circle it tantalisingly. That, I felt and sensed. It was delicious and naughty at the same time. He knew what he was doing and it drove me mad. It also tipped me closer to the edge of yet another climax. Okay, so we weren't on one of their beds. They had considerately spared me that and the noise of the bed springs, for the moment, anyway.
Just then, I noticed something else. Roland's grip, if you can call it that, was more that of him resting his hand on my shoulder-length auburn hair as I sucked his man meat and slithered my tongue around his shaft, feeling the blood pump through his veins. Throughout all of that, I was teetering on the edge, the very precipice of my climax. It just needed that spark to complete it and I would be cumming.
As if, once more, on cue, Roland reached down and grasped my right nipple between his thumb and finger and began rolling and pulling it. Only when Eric slid his fingers deep inside my pussy, my horny wet cunt, did it all come together. I came in a torrent. I flexed myself back on Eric and sucked Roland with greed as it washed through me.
Eric was still finger fucking me when he withdrew his remaining attention. I then felt the sudden needful warmth of his cockhead brush the backs of my thighs as he approached me, still his fingers remained. Seconds later, his warm thick firm length filled me up. It was that long and bulbous that the head continuously moved back and forth over my sweet spot with each telling motion.
By then, Eric had not only removed his cum wet fingers but he had moved them up high on my lower body, past my expected clit, which was crying out for additional attention. As he worked the bulbous head of his cock over my g spot, he came at it from underneath, pressing his slick fingers up and setting off new sensations.
God, they were so right. Never had I been fucked this good in my life, let alone recently, and they clearly had only just started. As I slipped further towards my next climax a sudden thought hit me.
Stan was far from fun anymore while Roland and Eric were, well, out of this world lovers. Maybe we could reach a compromise. ‘Would they go for it though,' I mused, as I was spit fucked by two long big hard dicks.
"Guys, oh yes, more, Eric, you lovely beast. I was thinking, our problem. What if I availed myself to you, let you do with me as you wish. God, you're so fucking big," I exclaimed, flatteringly.
"You mean give up other women," exclaimed Roland, while Eric kept banging away at me.
"Only for a short while, so I can catch up on some sleep. I'll go mad otherwise," I told them, fearing I very well would.
"We get to do whatever we want, right. That was what you said," Eric, from behind me, intoned.
"Yes, anything, I just need to get back some of the sleep I've lost," I confirmed, before resuming gorging on Roland's cock monster.
"Agreed!" they exclaimed in unison; whereupon, they withdrew themselves from me.
I subsequently found myself in the fuck me position. My shapely ass, which Eric had rimmed so pleasurably, was part projected over the middle of the sofa as I laid, my spine curled, against the backrest. They each directed a leg back and had me hold it so with my upper arm against the back of my knee as I grasped the ankle. God, I was so open for them, enough to plunge their cocks deep inside my dripping wet pussy and fuck me hard.
I watched as Eric climbed up onto the sofa and stood astride me, his cum-slick cock hovering just above me as it stood proud and majestic from his groin. He then teasingly wavered it inches from my extended tongue. When I went to move forward and claim him, he was quick to place his hand on my brow and hold me back.
Warm breath bathed my pussy as Roland encroached on my sex. I gulped, though, when I felt a wet finger tease my puckered anus at the same time he dabbed his tongue on my clit and Eric lowered his cock towards my awaiting mouth.
In my need for sleep, I had been eager, too eager, possibly, with my suggestion, one we had all agreed upon. Right then, as more of Roland's explorative finger was eased deeper into my asshole, my sleep deprivation was more important than that of my being able to take such a big cock as the one they both had to offer up my tightest hole, which Roland and Eric, I didn't doubt, clearly had deigns on.
Eric worked his hips back and forth with a slow, steady rhythm while Roland, using two fingers inside me as he flicked and licked my clit, set about dilating my anus with an open and close scissors action.
Eventually, I felt a third finger join the other two long thick ones. That set off even more new sensations inside me. My clit was almost hurting in its stiffness; I was right on the edge and frantic.
"Hurmng," I spluttered around Eric's thick firm dick, and moments later my body was seized by yet another fulfilling climax.
I was still panting as the waves of pleasure continued and ebbed when Roland, having taken my hands, placed them on my sticky lips and had me hold myself open for him. I subsequently felt a quick sudden warmth followed instantly by his cock being rammed deep inside my yearning cunt.
I somehow managed to break free of Eric's man meat and gasped, "Huh!"
"Fuck me, fuck me with your big long cock," I cried out, urging him to do it harder, before smothering myself on Eric's warm firm length, which I frantically thrashed my mouth, lips and throat back and forth on.
Roland seized the opportunity of my invitation to grasp my legs close to my ankles. He then extended his arms and consequently my feet out to the side and rammed his cock balls deep into me as I held myself open by my fingertips.
The only audible sound that escaped my lips was a throaty ‘Gluh,' whenever Eric's tool popped into my throat. I was so loving being treated as one of their sluts. Eric, for his part, even had the consideration to reach down and stroke my clit for me.
I subsequently climaxed and felt them both leave me. I was a quivering, panting, gasping wreck. My brow was covered in sweat. A combination of Eric and myself.
"Anything, right," intoned Eric.
"I take it you want my ass," I said, as Roland renewed stretching it with his fingers.
"That is what we do best," Roland impressed upon me, while Eric left us alone.
I thought little of it as Roland licked my exposed dripping wet pussy in long lingering up and down sweeps that had me mewing with further pleasure. They were certainly diligent, unflagging, almost, with their attention when it came to eating pussy. Directing his attention to my needy clit, Roland licked in small circular motions, causing my body to spasm with the rhythm of his tongue. "Fuck! Yes, yes, more. Make me cum," I cried out. My body tensed and then trembled from head to toe.
"Ready," intoned Eric, as I bucked and thrust my hips up at Roland. I was too far gone along the highway of my orgasm to pay him attention while Roland didn't let up sucking my swollen clit and reaming my ass with his outspread fingers.
"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped, as my body continued to convulse from the aftereffects.
When I finally had enough composure restored to acknowledge Eric, I noticed he was holding a bottle of something, which Roland subsequently accepted.
"It's a sex oil. A flavoured lubricant," Roland informed me, and then helped me up.
"Flavoured," I announced, only to realise what was further expected of me. ‘Oh well, anything for a peaceful night's sleep,' I reminded myself, as I stood up under his direction.
"Go easy with me, guys. You're, well, big." And that was saying something.
"Don't worry, Allison, we'll take good care of you," Eric assured me, and then laid down along the sofa.
In little time at all, I had straddled him. I even held his shaft as I lowered my ever wet pussy towards his cock. I gasped as it filled me, sending pleasure pinging through my body like a pinball as I sank ever lower. Thankfully, Roland held off any involvement and let me fuck myself up and down his friend's warm firm length as it throbbed inside my tight pussy, which clenched him like a vice, almost. Sure enough, I once more felt the turgid head of his lovely cock graze against my g spot. This time, as I rode him, I found the same spot and stroked it. I bit my lower lip as moans of pleasure sought to escape my mouth.
I subsequently leant forwards, my midriff almost pressed to Eric and my shapely butt poised ready for Roland to possess me with his big long cock, my pussy responsively undulating on the erection imprisoned inside it.
Eric reached around me and I felt his clammy hands on my ass cheeks pull them asunder. God, I was open and stretched, I noticed. I felt warm drips from the oil splash on my exposed anus and trickle inside. Eric then motioned my buttocks closed and then open, thereby coating my anal track with it. Even in preparing me for my first anal sex, let alone being DP'd by them, they had my total pleasure at the forefront, which was most commendable.
When I felt the warmth from Roland's cockhead, I fought off the urge to tense up. I needed to be relaxed. Not too relaxed, though. The puffy slick glans, whether by design or not, slipped around my flowered rosebud for the briefest of seconds before easing past my ring of resistance with a sudden umph. ‘God, fuck was he big,' I remarked to myself, but he was in; the head anyway.
When he slipped deeper into my tight chasm, it made me wince a little, but as pleasure and pain intermingled into one, I just went with it.
"Oh God, your cock, so fucking big in my tight little asshole," I cried, as he began a slow and progressive forward and back rocking motion. Each time I thought it couldn't be any better he went a little deeper and that set off Eric below me, sinking his hips into the cushion and propelling himself deep inside my cunt.
"Yes, like that, like that, keep fucking me, just keep fucking me. Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass," I cried out, as another blistering hot orgasm soon possessed me.
That was all the encouragement I needed, and as it blazed a trail up my spine before exploding like an inferno in my head, I found the wherewithal to brace my hands on the sofa and begin thrusting back on the two magnificent cocks that so filled me up.
"Oh God, yes, that's it, fuck me in both holes, do it more, harder, deeper. Again, like that," I urged, even though, by then, I was slamming my hips down on them. Flesh slapping naked flesh rang out with each powerful urgency.
"Oh God, more, I'm gonna cum, your lovely big dicks, gonna make me cum," I cried out, and I so did. I thrust back hard. Once, twice, three times. My pussy flooded and I felt a warmth escape me as my juices trailed down Eric's cock and coated his balls and thighs.
For the next pleasurable moments, I gyrated my pelvis around him, wallowing in the euphoric sensations that spread through me. I drifted away for a moment, on a tide of pleasure, unconscious of the fact that Roland withdrew himself from my well-reamed asshole, until I felt the warmth of his cock and the slickness of the crown brush my left cheek. That brought me back to sudden reality immediately.
I gazed up at him as I sat up. I grasped his shaft, slick from the oil and my ass juices and extended my tongue. I tasted strawberry and little else. I then slapped the head and the tender spot just below the crown on my tongue several times before moving forward and encompassing the turgid head with my lips and mouth. I held him still as I took my time sucking his cock, swirling and twirling my tongue over and around the puffy glans, enjoying the way his breath quickened and a moan escaped his lips.
"Oh yes, emn, like that, Allison," he crooned.
"What about you, Eric," I said, reasoning he wanted to shove his thick length up my backdoor also, as I gyrated my hips around his fully impaled erection.
"Tomorrow. Don't want to wear you out too early," he said, emitting a contented smile.
"What say we finish up," Roland intoned, his need to cum almost desperate as I bobbed my head back and forth encouragingly.
Moments later, I felt his warm sticky release. I held him to me. I could hardly return to Stan with cum on me and so I welcomed his creamy offering as it flooded my mouth. Three loads he delivered, each one sweet tasting. I managed to swallow it before I felt the blast from the subsequent one.
Climbing off Eric, I held the base of his cock. I then licked up his long length with my tongue tip, which I wiggled around the sensitive area before sliding my tongue back down. When I sensed he was ready, I took the crown into my mouth. With my hands either side of his hips, I urged my lips down then slowly up, as if sucking his cum from his balls. Moments later, his balls expanded, as they do, and I felt his cock pulse. I sucked the head for all I was worth while stroking the lower portion with my right hand. I welcomed his warm creamy cum as it exploded inside me. That which leaked out, I let drain down his shaft as I sucked and swallowed. I then licked up Eric's cum from his semi-hard cock before sucking the dregs from him.
"I can see why the women are so noisy, guys, you were great, fantastic," I lauded, sincerely.
"Is it okay if we keep your thong, as a memento for the first time," Roland intoned. How could I refuse.
Having gotten dressed, I tided myself up, my dishevelled hair, for one, in their bathroom mirror.
"Thank you, for everything. I'll see you tomorrow, same time, alright," I said, as I looked forward to a good nights sleep.
For the next few weeks, the agreement held. Thereafter, whenever they brought a woman home, it was earlier than before. ‘And to think...!'
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