Michelle Jenkins was well and truly trapped, she was naked, and laid on her back between two young men, boys really. The gorgeous sexy thirty nine year old woman had her arms outstretched, each one under the firm hard bodies of the boys holding them in place. Each boy had a leg hooked over hers, and she knew not to make too much noise, or a slap would ensue.
One boy was force kissing her, he also had alternate nipples in his fingers, and they were beginning to annoy her, much to her dismay. The other was also kissing her, on her breasts, sucking a nipple when it became free. But tellingly, his fingers in her pussy, along with a very aggravating thumb grazing her clit, was causing her much concern the longer it went on. The reason was simple, her body, as much as she was denying it permission, was becoming aroused by the constant unwanted, but insistent attention it was receiving.
There was one other obvious reason she was being forced to accept their ministrations. Both boys were black, and Michelle's lifelong, and as yet unheralded ambition, had always been, to one day have sex with a black man just to find out what all the fuss was about, Michelle was finding out, wanted or not. Added to the events now taking place, was the fact that Michelle was every black man's, boys, dream, she was a stunning languid sexy blond of rare beauty.
Michelle had held this long desire since she was a girl learning about sex, she and her friends had watched a sex film of many, and various acts between amateurish men and women, one had been of a black man and a white woman. And Michelle had never forgotten it, and from this had stemmed her intrigue. She had also never pursued it, she had never 'gone' there.
Michelle was a very happily married woman, her husband was successful, she had a lovely home, one son, who were the friends of the two boys who now had her stripped and naked on her bed. And they were using her in the way she had imagined being used by the strong black man she had never known, or even wanted to know really, and never even looked for.
And herein lay her problem, she didn't want this, but they were making her have it. She wondered how they had known about her long missed secret desire for black sex. The answer was, they hadn't, it had been pure guess work, then planning, checking, and most of all observing her. After Roland had told Neil about his thoughts, they had laid little traps to see her reaction to them, one or both of them. And the guess had born fruit, or was about to.
Roland, or Rolly as he was known, and Neil were first cousins, both the same age, born within two days of each other, and were more like identical twins than anything else. Their mothers were twin sisters, and they had been raised next door to each other. There was nothing that could separate them, and they knew everything about each other. They thought the same thoughts and were inseparable.
This had all come about because one day Rolly had thought she had been quietly, and she had thought, unobserved, checking him out at a BBQ at their house. He told his cousin who also said he had thought the same thing, and from there they had set out to find out. They had over the next couple of months deliberately, posed nonchalantly for her, while being observe by the other, shirts off, body tensing, strutting their stuff.
An after that thy talked about fucking the beautiful mother of their friend because, they had come to the decision, that Michelle might be a black cock, or a black skin lover. They had planned this, planned that, but all of them went out of the window because logistically they couldn't find a way to do it. Then came the night at an unplanned get together at her home where all attended, mothers, fathers, and the kids, who were now all young men, except in the eyes of their loving mothers, who regarded them still as their boys.
Rolly had been watching her like a hawk, and he knew there was no doubt now, that she really was checking him and Neil out. She never made it obvious, but because they now knew, they also knew the signs she didn't know she was giving out. The quick looks, and the flashing yes were the most telling.
Their problem was taking it further, they had talked long and hard about it, and they had decided that, given the opportunity they would take the chance and get her. That very opportunity was to present itself two weeks later. Her husband was an avid tennis fan, as was his son, and their friend Thomas.
The husband had obtained two centre court tickets for the Open men's final, and they were both going. They had heard Michelle say that she would have a weekend on her own and do nothing but laze around behind closed and locked doors. Both Rolly and Neil looked at each other and exchanged knowing nods.
So the scene was set, they talked, and promised each other that it was on. Neither of them considered with any serious thought of the possible consequences if things went wrong. The reason for that was, they were both sure they were right, she would be up for it, if she was shown the way, their way!
Her husband and their friend would leave on the Friday lunchtime, the match was on Saturday afternoon, and they would return on the Sunday, late afternoon. Rolly and Neil set the plan for Friday early evening, just before the sun went down. They were both nervous but determined to follow through.
They arrived unannounced at seven pm, they knocked on Michelle's rear door, but having made sure they were not seen by neighbours as they got there. Michelle who was wearing nothing but a set of house jogger type pants, and a matching top looked ravishing, even if it was unintended. She saw the boys though the glass in the door and smiled a warm welcome.
