Diana with Salt and Pepper
Diana lay on a grassy knoll just above the footpath through the park. The sun was pleasantly warming so she wore only a low-cut blouse and a wide blue summer skirt, drawn back above her bare already well-tanned knees. Her hands clenched as, pretending to be asleep, she saw, through her dark eyeshades, two potential candidates for a lecherous afternoon. Excitement rising, her juices immediately soaked her panties.
Just what she had hoped for. Two young men, both tall, both wearing light shirts and tight-fitting jeans strutted along the path. One was white, the other black, an ideal combination, as was their ages. They could be no older than twenty-one, she reckoned. Full of the vigour her body longed for. They were laughing and chatting as they drew near enough for her eyes to glow as she viewed the tightness at the two crotches.
Hastily, Diana lifted her body so she could raise her skirt as high as it would go. How she regretted not going cannibal, as she occasionally did. Anyway, if they looked they would get a good flash of her generous thighs, might even notice the dampness of her panties.
They glanced as they came nearer. The black nudged his white companion and nodded his head in her direction. Unnecessary, since the white guy was already ogling her.
Directly below her, and obviously believing she was asleep, she was so aware of their eyes scouring between her thighs. They exchanged words and nodded some agreement.
Immediately the white male strode up the knoll towards her. At his first deep throated words, “Excuse me, Madam.” She feigned waking up with a startled cry, removing her dark glasses at the same time.
“Sorry to wake you, but a pretty lady like you should know that we could see the crease of—" Brief pause, then, “er-your pussy from down there.”
She looked to where the black man was grinning widely. “The crease?” she asked innocently, lowering her skirt.
Stay innocent, she told herself, too much sexiness might scare them off. It had happened once before.. But not often. Young men like this were eager to try an older woman. These two handsome men were ideal for her needs, and now she went into an often-used scenario.
“Look. I’ve twisted my ankle. That’s why I sat here. I live just outside the park gate. Would you two support me home?”
“No problem, “ the white one said and waved the black man up.
In no time she was doing her pretend hobble as each supported her at the elbow. She thrilled at the strength in their grasp, and the sly (they thought) stroking along her breasts. She learned the white man was Mal and the black man was Tag.
When they asked her name she said, “Call me Diana R.”
“What’s the R for? Tag asked.
She laughed, as she pointed out the front door to her small apartment. “You will have to guess,” she said.
They released her gently. Now for the big, well-trodden step. “If I were to ask you in for a grateful coffee, you wouldn’t expect anything physical, would you?”
“Certainly not,” Mal declared.
“Not at all,” Tag agreed.
Now with her eyes dropping deliberately to their respective crotches she added with a touch of huskiness to her voice, “But what if I would welcome some physical attention?”
Diana saw the glance and grin that passed between the two young men. There was surprise in their expression, there was also some delight, and she was sure there was a good deal of lust as their eyes lowered to the jut of her tits, and Tag murmured, “If that is your wish, lady.”
“Diana,” she reminded them, half smiling at the thought that, when they were upstairs in her apartment, they would be finding stronger words than ‘lady.’
Mounting the stairs with the two young men following, she was very aware of a hand under her skirt, stroking her wet inner thigh. God, wetter yet. She could hardly wait, but she said, “I should tell you that I am married.”
She sensed, rather than saw, them hesitate. The exploring hand dropped away. Diana R smiled and quickly reassured them, “He is totally unaware that I keep this little nest, where I play hostess to young men who satisfy my needs.”
She had stopped at a door on the first level before she told them, “You also need to know that I am not a prostitute. I don’t want money. I want –” She pushed a key into a lock,“—satisfaction.”
Diana stepped inside with Mal and Tag close behind her. She kicked the door closed and was instantly delighted as Mal slammed her back against it, grinding his hardness against her. “This what you want?” he hissed, as his mouth and tongue found hers eagerly.
His hands squeezed her tits at the same time tearing her blouse open. Tag was stroking up the inside of her thigh. Oh, those hot black hands on her.
But she craved the ultimate ahead of anything else. Move it on. She broke Mal’s steamy kiss to command, “Playtime later. It’s fuck time.” She opened her blouse invitingly, and added, “Strip me. And show me what you’ve got.”
Diana always loved the sensation of having her clothes stripped away. This pair took only seconds to have her completely naked before them. Their eyes bulged appreciatively at her generous body. But she urged desperately, “Show me!” and she tore at Tag’s belt.
The two men quickly removed their T shirts and in no time her satisfaction began, as the two muscular bodies, one black, one deeply tanned stood naked.
Bodies impressive, but her eyes were totally on two magnificent cocks. God, she had had her share of cocks, but the promise now in front of her had her juices flowing madly.
Diana reached out itching fingers to stroke each cock. Both solid, bone hard, rugged as logs. Oh, God, get them up me. Yes, Tag was slightly longer, but there wasn’t much to argue about.
Diana turned away to the bed, “Who’ll be first?”
Surprisingly, there was no disagreement as Mal was right behind her, close enough for his cock to nudge her hip, and she trembled with the anticipation of it. “It better be me. Tag can take ages.”
Diana glanced at Tag who was nodding his head, his magnificent black skin all aglow.
Hurriedly she grabbed two cushions, placed one so that her vulva was raised and totally exposed as she parted her thighs wide and hungry. “Oh, I love bare pussy, “ Mal sighed. The other smaller cushion she placed under her head and her eyes urged Tag to come closer.
Mal’s big hard cock slid easily up her channel, fierce, strong, full length, joyous thickness, and Diana was cumming immediately, the first of many, she was sure. Her mouth gaped as she gasped her euphoria, and she was suddenly aware of Tag looming over her, and his magnificent tool filled her welcoming mouth. His cockhead trailed along her cheek to the back of her throat. She sucked avidly on it.
Meantime , she was nearing a second orgasm, as Mal was revealing that he’d had some experience, and was lunging with some power back and forth inside her. Her whole cunt was on fire as he bucked and fucked her, while one hand fondled and squeezed her tits and her hard, swollen nipples.
Christ, this was what she was born for, being skewered by black and white cocks. She squirmed, sucked, as her gluttony was gratified. Her hips began a rhythmic response to Mal’s thrusts. That cock was doing wonders to her whole body. Each impulse reached deeper and deeper inside her. Her whole body twitched in another orgasm.
Tag was really fucking her face now. That long black cock riding back and forwards to the back of her throat was so exciting, but she didn’t want him to climax in her mouth until she’s felt that gorgeous black shaft driving up her. Mal was really grunting his pleasure now, and she was keen to employ her usual method of bringing a man on.
Accordingly, she began tightening the muscles in her channel, squeeze and release, squeeze, and release. One man had told her that her cunt felt like it was independently alive.
Diana knew that Mal was close, as his thrusts quickened and became more forceful. Her muscles flexing around his cock had him gasping, “Oh, you fucking slut. You voracious bitch!”
Her hips heaved up at him and she was delighted to get that final desperate thrust as his cock started spouting. His howl of delight was mirrored by her own as she flew with him. Her gaping mouth allowed Tag to lower his mouth to her tits, where he sucked avidly at her nipples, adding to her joy.
As things quickened and Mal’s limp, yet still impressive cock, slipped out of her, and he stepped back, Diana grabbed a towel and wiped the stuff pouring out of her.
“Want to rest ?” Tag asked, standing over her, watching her clear the way for him.
She wanted no delay, she just wanted that black cock, that looked bigger than ever after the sucking she’d given it
Mal stood up, “I’d like to watch, but I’ll go clean up first.” Diana pointed to the bathroom before turning her eyes back to the black prick that awaited her. She spread her legs as wide as she could.
“Pierce me, fill me, stuff me, fuck me hard, with that gorgeous black cock,” she panted, her craving so intense.
Tag had climbed onto the bed , and positioned himself between her spread thighs, “You really are an insatiable tramp, aren’t you?”
“Give it to me!”
Next second she let out a wild screech, as that black shaft invaded her. The immediate orgasm had her feeling like every pore in her body was open. Black, I love black cock, she told herself. That very idea would have been thrilling enough, but the way his rabid hardness slithered and slid up through her juices and the remains of what Mal had deposited had her in ecstatic wonder.
Diana felt she was being stretched open, and Tag’s thrusts became so powerful that she began to wonder, after the many men she’d had, whether Tag was the ultimate. Almost withdrawing before driving his devilish cock deeper, he had her cumming again and again.
Her cunt was on fire, her whole body was aflame as Tag went on lunging and pulling back before falling into a steady thrusting rhythm to which she could hardly respond. It was all too wonderful. All her other conquests , she had been in charge, but Tag went on and on fucking as though he was stoking the fire in her cunt.
Somewhere in her delirium, her mouth wide with her desperate gasping, she became aware of Mal at her side slipping his freshly washed, but slightly flaccid cock, between her lips. Her impassioned state had her sucking it wildly. More joy as it immediately hardened.
Despite her present euphoria, she recalled why Mal had gone first, “Tag can take ages.” God, he was strong. Well, she would put her cunt muscles into action. That’s what got Mal and most men going. Breathing heavily, she flexed her muscles to pinch and nip around his massive cock head. No effect. Tag just kept on humping inside her. She climaxed once again. This seemed unending.
Somehow Tag sensed her need as he asked, “You want me to cum?”
Surprised at the question, she gasped, and would like to have asked if he could control when to cum. Mouth full of Mal’s heaving cock she couldn’t frame the question. But Tag must have been asked it many times, as he explained his ability.
Continuing riding into her, he said, “I guess I’ve been gifted.”
Mal butted in, as he continued plowing into Diana’s mouth, “It’s bloody annoying. But he doesn’t boast about it.”
“Want me to release?”
She nodded her head, wanting to experience his finishing power. Immediately the momentum of his lunges became faster, harder. For Diana, it was pure heaven. He began grunting and his gasps matched her own as she turned her head to dispel Mal’s hard cock from her mouth.
Two further, slowed-down, deep thrusts and Diana heard herself squealing as Tag’s delightful cock finally discharged its load into her. Growling like a bear, he delivered spurt after spurt of his cum into her very core. It seemed to go on for a frenzied age, but gradually it stopped and slowly Tag’s deflating shaft slipped from inside her.
Tag lay slightly on top of her while Mal’s cock rested against her cheek and there was a few minutes while they recovered. Diana took that chance to tell them how much their ability they had surprised her.
“What now?” Mal asked.
Diana didn’t even have to think about it, “Now we shower,” she declared. “And then it’s playtime.”
Just what she had hoped for. Two young men, both tall, both wearing light shirts and tight-fitting jeans strutted along the path. One was white, the other black, an ideal combination, as was their ages. They could be no older than twenty-one, she reckoned. Full of the vigour her body longed for. They were laughing and chatting as they drew near enough for her eyes to glow as she viewed the tightness at the two crotches.
Hastily, Diana lifted her body so she could raise her skirt as high as it would go. How she regretted not going cannibal, as she occasionally did. Anyway, if they looked they would get a good flash of her generous thighs, might even notice the dampness of her panties.
They glanced as they came nearer. The black nudged his white companion and nodded his head in her direction. Unnecessary, since the white guy was already ogling her.
Directly below her, and obviously believing she was asleep, she was so aware of their eyes scouring between her thighs. They exchanged words and nodded some agreement.
Immediately the white male strode up the knoll towards her. At his first deep throated words, “Excuse me, Madam.” She feigned waking up with a startled cry, removing her dark glasses at the same time.
“Sorry to wake you, but a pretty lady like you should know that we could see the crease of—" Brief pause, then, “er-your pussy from down there.”
She looked to where the black man was grinning widely. “The crease?” she asked innocently, lowering her skirt.
Stay innocent, she told herself, too much sexiness might scare them off. It had happened once before.. But not often. Young men like this were eager to try an older woman. These two handsome men were ideal for her needs, and now she went into an often-used scenario.
“Look. I’ve twisted my ankle. That’s why I sat here. I live just outside the park gate. Would you two support me home?”
“No problem, “ the white one said and waved the black man up.
In no time she was doing her pretend hobble as each supported her at the elbow. She thrilled at the strength in their grasp, and the sly (they thought) stroking along her breasts. She learned the white man was Mal and the black man was Tag.
When they asked her name she said, “Call me Diana R.”
“What’s the R for? Tag asked.
She laughed, as she pointed out the front door to her small apartment. “You will have to guess,” she said.
They released her gently. Now for the big, well-trodden step. “If I were to ask you in for a grateful coffee, you wouldn’t expect anything physical, would you?”
“Certainly not,” Mal declared.
“Not at all,” Tag agreed.
Now with her eyes dropping deliberately to their respective crotches she added with a touch of huskiness to her voice, “But what if I would welcome some physical attention?”
Diana saw the glance and grin that passed between the two young men. There was surprise in their expression, there was also some delight, and she was sure there was a good deal of lust as their eyes lowered to the jut of her tits, and Tag murmured, “If that is your wish, lady.”
“Diana,” she reminded them, half smiling at the thought that, when they were upstairs in her apartment, they would be finding stronger words than ‘lady.’
Mounting the stairs with the two young men following, she was very aware of a hand under her skirt, stroking her wet inner thigh. God, wetter yet. She could hardly wait, but she said, “I should tell you that I am married.”
She sensed, rather than saw, them hesitate. The exploring hand dropped away. Diana R smiled and quickly reassured them, “He is totally unaware that I keep this little nest, where I play hostess to young men who satisfy my needs.”
She had stopped at a door on the first level before she told them, “You also need to know that I am not a prostitute. I don’t want money. I want –” She pushed a key into a lock,“—satisfaction.”
Diana stepped inside with Mal and Tag close behind her. She kicked the door closed and was instantly delighted as Mal slammed her back against it, grinding his hardness against her. “This what you want?” he hissed, as his mouth and tongue found hers eagerly.
His hands squeezed her tits at the same time tearing her blouse open. Tag was stroking up the inside of her thigh. Oh, those hot black hands on her.
But she craved the ultimate ahead of anything else. Move it on. She broke Mal’s steamy kiss to command, “Playtime later. It’s fuck time.” She opened her blouse invitingly, and added, “Strip me. And show me what you’ve got.”
Diana always loved the sensation of having her clothes stripped away. This pair took only seconds to have her completely naked before them. Their eyes bulged appreciatively at her generous body. But she urged desperately, “Show me!” and she tore at Tag’s belt.
The two men quickly removed their T shirts and in no time her satisfaction began, as the two muscular bodies, one black, one deeply tanned stood naked.
Bodies impressive, but her eyes were totally on two magnificent cocks. God, she had had her share of cocks, but the promise now in front of her had her juices flowing madly.
Diana reached out itching fingers to stroke each cock. Both solid, bone hard, rugged as logs. Oh, God, get them up me. Yes, Tag was slightly longer, but there wasn’t much to argue about.
Diana turned away to the bed, “Who’ll be first?”
Surprisingly, there was no disagreement as Mal was right behind her, close enough for his cock to nudge her hip, and she trembled with the anticipation of it. “It better be me. Tag can take ages.”
Diana glanced at Tag who was nodding his head, his magnificent black skin all aglow.
Hurriedly she grabbed two cushions, placed one so that her vulva was raised and totally exposed as she parted her thighs wide and hungry. “Oh, I love bare pussy, “ Mal sighed. The other smaller cushion she placed under her head and her eyes urged Tag to come closer.
Mal’s big hard cock slid easily up her channel, fierce, strong, full length, joyous thickness, and Diana was cumming immediately, the first of many, she was sure. Her mouth gaped as she gasped her euphoria, and she was suddenly aware of Tag looming over her, and his magnificent tool filled her welcoming mouth. His cockhead trailed along her cheek to the back of her throat. She sucked avidly on it.
Meantime , she was nearing a second orgasm, as Mal was revealing that he’d had some experience, and was lunging with some power back and forth inside her. Her whole cunt was on fire as he bucked and fucked her, while one hand fondled and squeezed her tits and her hard, swollen nipples.
Christ, this was what she was born for, being skewered by black and white cocks. She squirmed, sucked, as her gluttony was gratified. Her hips began a rhythmic response to Mal’s thrusts. That cock was doing wonders to her whole body. Each impulse reached deeper and deeper inside her. Her whole body twitched in another orgasm.
Tag was really fucking her face now. That long black cock riding back and forwards to the back of her throat was so exciting, but she didn’t want him to climax in her mouth until she’s felt that gorgeous black shaft driving up her. Mal was really grunting his pleasure now, and she was keen to employ her usual method of bringing a man on.
Accordingly, she began tightening the muscles in her channel, squeeze and release, squeeze, and release. One man had told her that her cunt felt like it was independently alive.
Diana knew that Mal was close, as his thrusts quickened and became more forceful. Her muscles flexing around his cock had him gasping, “Oh, you fucking slut. You voracious bitch!”
Her hips heaved up at him and she was delighted to get that final desperate thrust as his cock started spouting. His howl of delight was mirrored by her own as she flew with him. Her gaping mouth allowed Tag to lower his mouth to her tits, where he sucked avidly at her nipples, adding to her joy.
As things quickened and Mal’s limp, yet still impressive cock, slipped out of her, and he stepped back, Diana grabbed a towel and wiped the stuff pouring out of her.
“Want to rest ?” Tag asked, standing over her, watching her clear the way for him.
She wanted no delay, she just wanted that black cock, that looked bigger than ever after the sucking she’d given it
Mal stood up, “I’d like to watch, but I’ll go clean up first.” Diana pointed to the bathroom before turning her eyes back to the black prick that awaited her. She spread her legs as wide as she could.
“Pierce me, fill me, stuff me, fuck me hard, with that gorgeous black cock,” she panted, her craving so intense.
Tag had climbed onto the bed , and positioned himself between her spread thighs, “You really are an insatiable tramp, aren’t you?”
“Give it to me!”
Next second she let out a wild screech, as that black shaft invaded her. The immediate orgasm had her feeling like every pore in her body was open. Black, I love black cock, she told herself. That very idea would have been thrilling enough, but the way his rabid hardness slithered and slid up through her juices and the remains of what Mal had deposited had her in ecstatic wonder.
Diana felt she was being stretched open, and Tag’s thrusts became so powerful that she began to wonder, after the many men she’d had, whether Tag was the ultimate. Almost withdrawing before driving his devilish cock deeper, he had her cumming again and again.
Her cunt was on fire, her whole body was aflame as Tag went on lunging and pulling back before falling into a steady thrusting rhythm to which she could hardly respond. It was all too wonderful. All her other conquests , she had been in charge, but Tag went on and on fucking as though he was stoking the fire in her cunt.
Somewhere in her delirium, her mouth wide with her desperate gasping, she became aware of Mal at her side slipping his freshly washed, but slightly flaccid cock, between her lips. Her impassioned state had her sucking it wildly. More joy as it immediately hardened.
Despite her present euphoria, she recalled why Mal had gone first, “Tag can take ages.” God, he was strong. Well, she would put her cunt muscles into action. That’s what got Mal and most men going. Breathing heavily, she flexed her muscles to pinch and nip around his massive cock head. No effect. Tag just kept on humping inside her. She climaxed once again. This seemed unending.
Somehow Tag sensed her need as he asked, “You want me to cum?”
Surprised at the question, she gasped, and would like to have asked if he could control when to cum. Mouth full of Mal’s heaving cock she couldn’t frame the question. But Tag must have been asked it many times, as he explained his ability.
Continuing riding into her, he said, “I guess I’ve been gifted.”
Mal butted in, as he continued plowing into Diana’s mouth, “It’s bloody annoying. But he doesn’t boast about it.”
“Want me to release?”
She nodded her head, wanting to experience his finishing power. Immediately the momentum of his lunges became faster, harder. For Diana, it was pure heaven. He began grunting and his gasps matched her own as she turned her head to dispel Mal’s hard cock from her mouth.
Two further, slowed-down, deep thrusts and Diana heard herself squealing as Tag’s delightful cock finally discharged its load into her. Growling like a bear, he delivered spurt after spurt of his cum into her very core. It seemed to go on for a frenzied age, but gradually it stopped and slowly Tag’s deflating shaft slipped from inside her.
Tag lay slightly on top of her while Mal’s cock rested against her cheek and there was a few minutes while they recovered. Diana took that chance to tell them how much their ability they had surprised her.
“What now?” Mal asked.
Diana didn’t even have to think about it, “Now we shower,” she declared. “And then it’s playtime.”
3 years ago
