Title: Naomi Try's Younger Men
Author:Eskimo1958
Summary: A recently divorced lady yearns for companionship, and finds it in a temporary way with
two young, black males. They show her a real good time, and even do household chores to boot!
Keywords: MM/F, inter

I saw them out there fishing, on my first day at the cottage. They most definitely looked out of place. They lifted their heads up, looking my way for a second, before turning their attention back to fishing. I was a bit discouraged at first, for this is such a big lake, and the two of them had to decided to pick the spot right in front of my cottage to fish. So yes, I was a bit upset about it. After all, how can a middle-aged woman get some full tanning in on her own private deck, with two young black men hanging about.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. That is, the full tanning process. After all, Lake Of Bays is a good nine miles long from east to west, and about half that from north to south. With lots of islands, and, of course, bays. Mine is quite nice, and small. It sits on the north side of the lake, and is maybe a hundred yards deep, and only thirty yards wide at the most, before it ends at the face of a short granite ledge. My cottage sits on top of this ledge, twenty feet above the waterline. I sighed, and sat down on the lounger, keeping my one-piece suit in place. No, I wasn�t worried about them trying anything. This is Canada after all. Bad things only happen south of the border. So, for a spell, I sat and watched the two of them. Studying them closely, actually. Neither one seemed to be that big, probably a bit taller than my five-seven frame. And both seemed a bit on the thin side. Neither one looked to be older than maybe twenty-five. I was actually wondering why the heck they were even here? Listening to them talk, which was quite easy, since they're only spitting distance from the deck I was laying on, they sounded like they were American. No sign of a Canadian accent, nor using of words common to Canadians.

Not that I'm one. For I'm a divorced woman from Amherst New York. Recently divorced, I might add. It seems my now ex-husband, a big shot lawyer in Buffalo, decided that he wanted a trophy wife. Some little size one-point five blond bimbo with surgically enhanced breasts. I had suspected that he had been cheating on me for years, and I actually didn't care. For I was living the comfortable life, and for the most part, I still am. Greg may be a damn good lawyer in his field, but his field isn't in divorce law. My brother's wife Monica, on the other hand, is an expert at it. Poor Greg, she wiped him out pretty good financially. I won both homes, this one and the one in Amherst, plus alimony payments that amount to more than what most people make in a year. Of course, our daughter is taken care for as well. Amelia should be up here some time later this summer before she resumes her college classes at Syracuse, for she's spending time with his folks in the Adirondacks for a spell.

I heard some chuckling, and glanced their way. Their heads turned away from me, making me think that they were saying something about me. Not surprising, actually. I mean, I still have a nice body, as I weigh in at just under one-thirty. And I run every morning for about four miles, plus I hit the gym and the weight machines religiously. Of course, spending the summer up here, I'll be going to Huntsville for that, as I bought a seasonal membership in a local health club. I don't know why, but curiosity got the better of me, for finally I stood and went to the railing of the deck, hollering out, "You two having any luck?"

They both first looked at me, then at each other. The one on the right replied, "No, not really."

I smiled, and pointed to a tree that had fallen into the water last winter. "Go over there, I bet there's some foraging fish such as rock bass and such. Give that a try."

He stuttered out, "Uh, yeah, sure." They then looked at each other, shrugged, and hauled anchor and moved their boat over to where I pointed. In a little while, I chuckled, for soon they were getting hits one right after another.

After about forty minutes, I heard one of them exclaim, "Damn! We're out of bait already."

I snorted in slight amusement, as the other said "Well heck, might as well head on back."

I watched as they pulled up anchor, then the one at the stern tried starting up the motor.

Nothing.

Fifteen minutes, and they both looked a bit haggard, each trying to get the motor running. I sighed, picked up my phone, and went to the edge once more, and asked "You two having problems?"

They were both muttering, and one shot back, "Yeah, we can't get the motor started."

"Is it a rental?" I asked.

Both nodded their heads yes, and the one that spoke first replied, "Yeah."

I asked "Which marina?"

"The one out of Dorset." the other one responded.

I said "Okay, sit tight, I'll call and see if they can send someone out." Then it hit me, "Have you tried checking to see if you've any fuel?"

They both looked like I hit them with a question concerning astro-physics, as they stared blankly off into space. Then they looked at the gas tank, and fiddled around with it. I heard some light cussing at first, then one turned around, saying "Um, you know, I think we're out."

I smiled, and dropped my chin down, trying not to laugh at them. Then I lifted my face back up, saying "Hold on, I've some fuel cans in the boathouse. What time you guys are suppose to have the boat back by?"

"Five.", one of them replied.

Shoot, it's almost four now. These two clowns will never make it back by then. I stated, "Stay there, I'll bring my boat out."

I went on inside the cottage, found the number for the marina and called them up, telling them that they�ve a boat out of fuel, and that I'll get them filled up and sent on their way. Then once in the boathouse, I opened the garage door for the boat, and then found a full gas can and loaded it on. In a few minutes, I was out of the boathouse and right by the two kids. Geesh, they look even younger close up. I smiled, as they looked at my boat in awe. Yes, a twenty-four foot cabin cruiser. Sort of dwarfs their twelve foot rowboat. I said "Here you go." as I handed one the can of fuel, and soon he was filling it up. I had drifted off some, giving them some room, and they tried getting it going once again. No luck. I frowned, and after ten minutes, I said "Okay boys." as I grabbed a line, and tossed it to them. "Tie it to the bow, and then get on board, I'll tow you back to the marina."

They grinned rather sheepishly, as one did that as I eased my boat alongside theirs. Soon they were tied up and on board, and as they took seats in the rear of the boat, I eased the throttle forward, and away we went. The engines screamed as I pushed it up to ten knots, heading out onto the main body of the lake, and towards the Southeastern corner to Dorset. It took the better part of twenty minutes or so, before I had to slow the engines down as I entered the channel leading to the marina. I've no idea if the two of them said a word, and I turned and said "One get at the bow and the other the stern. Use those ropes to tie us up at the pier when we get close enough."

The engines were down to a idle, as we coasted to the pier, I hollered out, "Push those bumpers overboard, boys.", and they did. Well, they take instructions well. I had to bark out a few more orders, and soon we were tied up at the pier, albeit not very well. No matter, actually. I smiled, as we all got off, and I said "Well, you two are safe and sound now."

One said "Thanks ma'am.!" as he offered his hand to shake it.

I shook his, saying "No problem boys, next time make sure you've enough fuel before you start."

The other one stuck his hand out, saying "Well, we had been going all over to find a good place to fish, guess we wasted too much in doing so."

I smirked, "Well, stop on by and fish anytime. Now that you know where to fish."

They were both ready to speak, when a loud obnoxious voice bellowed out "Whoahoo! You two got yourself a good looking one!"

I glanced to see a group of more black men, startling me at first, as one of these two shot back, "Can it Dex. She helped us out."

The other one added, "Yeah, don't be such an a-hole."

Another one asked "You black bastards catch anything?"

The one rushed to the boat, that was still tied up to mine, as his friend shot back, "Hell yeah! More than we could keep."

The one at the boat pulled it alongside the pier, grabbed his catch string, and lifted it up, saying "We�ve about thirty. We'd a had more, but ran out of bait."

One from the other group mockingly said "Ohhh! Big time fishermen now, ain't we?"

There was some more banter, most of it not being nice, as I climbed back onto my boat, as they untied the rowboat, and tossed me the line back. Both untied my boat from the pier, and I backed out of there, thankfully on my way back to my cottage. Once there, it being too late to cook, I decided to change into clothes and go into Huntsville to eat. And naturally, by the time I made it back home, it was getting dark, as I settled down for the rest of the evening by myself, in a large, empty cottage, sort of wishing I had some sort of companionship. My thought turned to those two young men. Yes, they're young. But then, my ex opted out for some young thing. I had to chuckle to myself, thinking that old goat must be having a hell of a time keeping up with her in the bedroom. Heck, at fifty-seven, it wouldn't be a wonder if she gave his worthless ass a coronary. So, after pleasuring myself by my own hand, I drifted off to sleep.

The next day was Sunday. My grocery shopping day. Sometimes I drive into Huntsville, but since I had a pretty much full cupboard, I decided to just head into Dorset instead, meaning I would use the boat. I didn't see my two little fishermen on the way across the lake, and so I figured that they had other pursuits in store for them. I needed fresh meat and vegetables, and a few other odds and ends, as I started in the bread aisle, and worked my way to produce and the butchers shop. An hour later, and I was checking out, and pushing my cart towards the dock. I didn't see them, but they saw me. For as I turned the corner, I heard a voice say "Good afternoon, ma'am."

I turned, and smiled. One of my fishermen was standing there, I said "Good afternoon. And how you doing today?"

He smiled, "Oh okay, I guess."

I slowed my pace down, and asked "Where's your partner?"

He gestured over his shoulder, "Over with the others."

I glanced towards the direction he gestured to, and saw them there. Six black males, sitting about, and all smiling. I saw something was up. Now what was it? "So, you two fishing today?"

He shook his head no, saying "Naw, we don't have enough money to go every day."

I smiled, "That's too bad." I then asked "You get those fish cleaned?"

He snorted, and shuffled his feet, saying "Yeah, well, sort of. I mean, we'd never done that sort of thing before, and..."

I stopped in my tracks, asking "You mean none of you know how to clean a fish?"

He shook his head no, and looked down at his feet, a bit dejectedly, saying "No ma'am."

I asked "What's your name?"

He looked surprised, and replied "Jason."

"And your friend, does he have a name?"

"Luke."

I smiled, "Well Jason, my name is Naomi, so you go tell Luke that next time you two go fishing, I'll teach you how to clean them. That is, if you catch any."

He laughed, and as he turned away, he said "Sure thing, Naomi."

I smirked, seeing others standing around, with amazed looks on their faces. I made it to my boat, and was putting the grocery's on board, when a constable stopped by, asking "How you doing today, Naomi?"

I smiled, "Oh, just fine, Ben." I saw him fidgeting, and I knew it was about the black youth that had somehow managed to infringe into a white mans paradise, so I asked "Those boys causing any problems?"

He snorted, "Well, except for being loud, no, not really."

He started helping me with the grocery's, as I asked "Where they staying, anyway?"

"At Thunderbird Lodge. They've rented a pair of cabins for a week." he replied, quickly adding "If they don't get kicked out before that."

I stopped in my tracks, stating "You said that they're just loud!"

Shrugging his shoulders, he replied "Some here don't see it that way."

Sighing, I said "I understand." then got on board, and said "Well, at least two seem to be nice enough."

Ben chuckled, as he untied my lines, saying as I started the boat up, "Yeah, those are the quiet two, from what I've been told."

The rest of the day was beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, and a warm sun which was just begging for turning my white skin into a light brown hue. So after a quick bite to eat, I was on my back, soaking the rays. Then dinner, then relaxing on the deck, then bed, where I again pleasured myself, not once, not twice, but thee times. Yes, I was feeling a bit horny. Okay, not a bit. How about boatloads? And, my main area of concentration was those two boys. Why? Hell, I don't know why! I mean, I've never been with a black man before. As a matter of fact, I always thought it a bit disgusting. Of course, I've never been around too many of them. And yes, I've heard tales about the size of them down there, but I�ve never seen it, in real life or pictures. Of course, truth be told, I've never been with too many men as it is. Before my ex, I had only dated three other men. And only one made it past second base. Those were different times back then. A girl held on to her virtues until her husband took care of getting rid of her virginity.

My sexual experiences mainly consisted of what has happened between my ex and I. Which, wasn't much. Some oral, for he would go down on me whenever we had sex. And yes, I did enjoy that. Immensely, I might add. As for intercourse, usually in the missionary position, sometimes doggie-style, rarely with me on top. He always did enjoy playing with my breasts, a nice, but rather small pair. Not as firm as they once were, but still no real sag in them, even at the age of fifty-six. I�ve a bit of a paunch in my belly, and a pair of surgery scars. One from the C-section, the other from the hysterectomy when I was forty-nine.

Monday morning started with a northwest breeze, meaning a cool, cloudy day, and eventually showers. I just snuggled up in front of the fireplace, and read a book or two. And did some more thinking. About the boys of course. I was wondering if I could seduce them. Use them for my own pleasure, and send them on home to wherever they come from, back to their momma's. I, of course, was also realistic about this whole thing. Knowing that there's no way that two young males, would be interested in being seduced by a woman old enough to be their mother. Heck, they're actually not bad looking. I mean, they did have some muscle to them.

Tuesday morning, and I woke to the sound of a boat engine. The sound was coming closer, as laid there and listened. The master bedroom looked out over the lake, and I sat up, took a peek, and smiled. The two of them were sitting in the spot where they caught all that fish from the other day, as they anchored their little rowboat, and cast their lines. Within seconds, they were hooking some fish, making me giggle with delightful amusement. I rolled out of bed, and pulled on my robe, and went into the living room, slid open the sliding door, and stepped out onto the deck, and stepped up to the railing, I knew they had heard me, as I greeted them with "Good morning Jason, Luke."

They both turned their faces my way, and both sad "Good morning, Naomi."

Luke just hooked another fish, and as he reeled it in, I said "Looks like you two are off to a good start."

They both chuckled, responding with a pair of "Yes ma'm."

I decided to go back inside, make myself some breakfast, and make up some plans for an attack. t seems cooking breakfast was a good start. I finished up my meal, and waited about ten minutes, then came out onto the deck, and asked "You boys hungry?"

I could hear Luke snort, as Jason replied, "After smelling what you've been cooking? Heck yes!"

"We were just talking about it, Naomi." added Jason.

"Well, pull up alongside the dock, and I'll bring you two down some sausage." I quickly asked "You guys like coffee?"

The answer was "Sure!" and soon I was carrying down a platter of cooked sausage, and some toast, plus a thermos of coffee and a pair of cups and forks. They sat in the boat as they ate away, and I sort of warmed up inside, seeing their healthy appetites. I was wondering how other parts were as healthy. No real talking, except about the weather, and the fishing this morning. Then, I took the empty plates, thermos, mugs and dirty forks back up to the cottage, as they returned to fishing. smiled, wondering how long it would take. Not long at all, actually.

I was sitting inside the cottage, when I heard my name being called, maybe an hour after I had fed them. I came out onto the deck, and asked "What is it boys?"

Luke, he was sort of grumbling, as Jason asked "Well, we, um, would like to know if, we could use your bathroom?"

I laughed, knowing that eventually these two would need a potty break. "Sure boys, come on over."

They puttered along over to the dock, and I said "I've only one bathroom.", as I tied their boat to the dock, adding "Go on up and use it, one at a time." Luke jumped out first, racing up the steps, as I laughed and hollered out to him, "Go inside and to your left, second door past the kitchen."

I turned to Jason, and he sheepishly said "Thanks, Naomi."

I smiled, "You're welcome." I looked at his stringer, and asked "You guys been having much luck this morning?"

He boasted, "Yeah, we've caught about thirty so far."

I looked over his catch, as he lifted the stringer up. I smiled, politely saying "That's nice, Jason, but you might want to let the trout go, as I'm sure they're under the size limit."

He had a stunned look on his face, as he asked "Which one's the trout?"

I pointed to one of the fish, identifying it, and saying "I'm not sure of the current regulations, but I believe they have to be eight inches and longer."

He frowned, as he quickly took the fish off the stringer and tossed it overboard. Luke was bounding down the steps, and he saw what Jason had done, and asked about it. I explained to him about it, and suggested that they look at the current Provincial fishing guide. They said they would, as Jason ran up for his turn to use the bathroom. He was soon back, and away they went. I went back up to the cottage, and surveyed the premises. Smiling, I noticed that even though each used the bathroom, they did leave the seat in the down position once finished, and I did not see anything out of place. I was a bit amazed, really. For I was expecting some sign of one or the other snooping around.

Next step, lunch. They continued fishing until the fish weren't biting in that location, and so they moved across the little bay to another downed tree that was hanging in the water. They were getting a few hits, but not as many as before. Of course, it was getting quite warm as well. I guessed it to be in the high seventies. At about noon, I went to the edge of the deck once again, and called out "Did you boys bring anything along to eat?"

Jason stated "No Naomi, we didn't."

I smiled, "Well, why don't you come on up, I'll get some sandwiches made. How about ham and cheese?"

Both enthusiastically replied "Sure!" as they started the engine up and came over towards my dock. I could hear them talking, as I had left the door open, but they weren't coming up the stairs. I smiled, for they are pretty darn polite. I really was amazed, actually. I mean, such manners! I'm not use to seeing that in today�s youth. Of course, if they knew what I wanted from them....

I stepped out to the deck, and said "Come on up, guys.", leaving the door open. Now, by this time, I was dressed in shorts and a light halter top, which just barely covered my small, braless chest. My nipples were hard, sensing the men around me, I suppose, as the two of them came inside and each took a seat at the table. I smiled politely, seeing them eyeing the food, as I stated "Help yourselves, boys."

They eagerly started grabbing the bread, meat and cheese, making themselves sandwiches. I opened a liter bottle of soda and placed it down, allowing them to serve themselves. I was ready to burst out laughing, as they devoured the food in front of my eyes. And as they ate, I asked questions. Where were they from? Detroit. Why were they up here in the boondocks of Ontario? They were invited to come along, to share expenses for the cabins and food. How many were there? Four others. They being the youngest. How old are they? Jason is twenty-two, and Luke is twenty-one. God, they are younger than I thought! Do they work? Yes, both part-time, and both attending college in Detroit. Jason is studying business management, and Luke is working on his bio chemistry degree. So, both are rather smart. Why did these guys come here? Oh yes, the question that caused both to sort of stutter and show that they were not sure they could answer it.

Finally, Luke cleared his throat, and said "The others thought it would be easy to find some partying."

I asked "Oh, what kind of partying?"

"Um, I," Jason stuttered, "They think the women up here would, well, you know..."

I snorted, "Oh, I see." I grinned, asking "Have they?"

Luke blurted out "Not hardly. Shoot, you're the first person to even give us anything other than the time of day."

"They all ain't very friendly up here. Not like we were expecting." added Jason.

I smiled, "Well, let's face it, what would you do if a group of white folk came into your neck of woods, and were, for a lack of a better word, loud!"

Jason snickered, "Yeah, I see your point."

They were done now, and I stood, gathering the dirty dishes, as Luke commented "Well, let's see if we can catch more fish."

Jason got up, and off they went. I cleaned up the kitchen, ate some as well, then went into my bedroom. Looking out, they were moored at the same spot as before, and I smiled as I saw Jason land a nice size rock bass. Time to move this on. I pulled my clothes off, and pulled on a robe. I then went out onto the deck, and called out, "Boys, I'm going to get some sun, when you want me to show you how to properly clean those fish, let me know so I can get something on."

They both waved, as Jason said "Yeah, sure thing, Naomi."

I turned, took the few steps towards the lounger, and let the robe fall off my shoulders, allowing the sun to shine on my naked skin. I heard Luke say something, as I crawled onto the lounger onto my belly, my bare backside visible to the sky above. I was sitting far enough back, that they couldn't see me on the longer, as I enjoyed the afternoon sun, hearing them talking softly, but not making out what was being said. I spent about twenty minutes on my belly, then rolled over onto my back for another twenty. I did this for over an hour, before ending up sitting on the lounger, brining the back up so I could read a book. Sitting up, I could just see the top of their heads from over the edge of the deck, and I was wondering if theses two got a peek at any time.

Two hours later, and it was pushing almost four, when I heard Luke call me, saying "Naomi?"

"Yeah Luke."

"The fish stopped biting, we might as well clean what we got." he stated.

I shouted back, "Okay, dock your boat, and take them to the fish cleaning booth, it's up behind the boathouse. I'll be down shortly with a few knives."

I grabbed my robe, and pulled it on while I sat there, then stood and tied it up. I was looking towards the end of the deck, giving the two of them a nice profile, before I turned and picked up my book and went inside to get a bit more substantial on. Although not more substantial, mind you. Just enough to cover my boobs and bottom. A rather sparse two-piece swimsuit fit the bill, as I looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled, cupping my apple size breasts, wondering if these two would enjoy seeing them out in the open. I reached down and felt my crotch, not surprised to feel how moist I was, even through the thin fabric of the cloth. And there was no liner in this thing, so I tightened up the string at my hips, making the lips of my cunt push out, giving me one hell of a camel toe. And my nipples, since I was so darn aroused, were sticking out as well, causing a pair of stiff points to protrude from the top.

Yes, I wanted them, but I knew I should wait it out. Let's enjoy teasing these two for a spell. I pulled the robe back on, but I didn't tie the front shut, letting it hang loose off my shoulders as I went into the kitchen and grabbed a few sharp knives, plus a large baggie and a pan of water. I came down the steps towards the cleaning hut, and I was pleasantly surprised when they rushed to me, offering to carry something. I smiled, as I allowed them to do this, as we went into the small hut. I had Jason to my left, and Luke to my right, both a bit behind me, as I started with the first fish, explaining how to do a good proper job, and how to get the most meat. The hut was small, and I could feel their hot breath on the back of my shoulders, as they watched. Then, I had them start to do it, and soon they were going at it, doing a great job afar they received some more pointers from me. And all during this, every time they would turn to look at me, they would glance down towards my breasts, before raising their eyes to talk to me. I just smiled, enjoying their lustful glances, and seeing the front of their shots bulge out. Yes, not tonight. But tomorrow....let's give these two another day.

Once we had all the fish done, I had them follow me up to the house, where I showed them how to cook them. Not all of them, just enough to feed ourselves. They had a good catch today, and I figured that they could take them back to their friends. Oh, and while cooking, I made it a point to start touching them. Casually, not sexually. A hand on the back of their shoulder, a soft pat on their back, or touching their arm gently to show them how to move the fish. And dinner time was interesting, for they were eyeing me up and down, probably wondering if I was wanting them.

I packed up the remainder of the fish in the baggie, and put it in a plastic grocery sack with two packages of frozen Potatoes O�Brien, to keep them chilled while they ride the boat back to the marina. And, as we walked down the steps, I asked "So, what you boys doing tomorrow?"

They shrugged, as they climbed into the boat, and Jason said, "Well, we're getting low on money, so we can't rent a boat each day."

I made a sad face, and said "Ohhh, that's too bad." Then I smiled, "Why don't I pick you two up at the dock in town in the morning in my boat, and I'll take you fishing? Would you like that?"

They both grinned, saying that they would, and I told them that I would be there at six in the morning, so we could get some early fishing in. I smiled, waving as they moved away, with little old me in great anticipation of what may be in store for my body tomorrow. Yes, I was wanting them both. And I had already committed myself to the idea of giving my body to both of them for not only my pleasure, but for there's as well. I was soooo damn horny that I fingered myself to three cums that evening, trying to get myself to sleep. I rose at four, showered, douched, and ate a nice breakfast, before getting the boat out and heading to Dorset. I grinned when I made it to the dock, seeing both standing there, waiting patiently. I didn't even tie up, just getting close enough for them to get on board with their poles and tackle, before heading out onto the lake in search of something to catch. It was to be a hot day, and I was glad we got out early. The boys caught a substantial amount of pan fish by noon, and I suggested that we head to my place to clean them up, and have lunch.

As they took the fish to the hut, I went up to get the usual items, and returned to give them to them. I told them to come on up to the cottage when their finished, and we�ll have lunch. As we were eating, I asked them "Do you guys work out?"

They looked at each other, and shrugged, and Luke said "Some. We do hit the gym from time to time."

I smiled, and said "Well, you see, I normally exercise a few times a week. but my schedule has been a bit upset by helping you two. So I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Huntsville so I could get a workout in at the fitness center there. I'll pay for your fees, so don't worry about that."

They looked at each other kind of funny, and Jason said "Sure, why not."

"But, we've only the clothes we got." piped in Luke.

I laughed, "No problem, you two can wear what you have on, I'm sure."

And soon, we were in my Escalade, heading into town. worked a good workout, sweating heavily, and all the while, admiring my two potential lovers. Oh yes, these boys do have nice bods! No, not body-building type, but firm, well toned, and dark as they come. Of course, the stares they were given from the other clients the whole time, simply priceless!

And on the way back to my cottage, I asked "You boys don't mind a short run once we get back, do you?"

Luke cleared his throat, saying "Uh, no, that would be fine."

I grinned, saying "Good."

Yes, five miles of running, with them on my heels, as I set the pace. And just as we reached the lane my cottage is on, here comes Constable Ben. He pulled up across my lane, and I stopped, with the guys doing the same, about three feet away. peered inside, and smiled, asking "What's up, Ben?"

He cleared his throat, asking "You okay, Naomi?"

I said "Huh? Oh yeah, sure am."

He pointed to Luke and Jason, saying "Have these two been with you all day?"

I noticed the seriousness in his voice, as I said "Why yes, they have been." I was a bit perturbed, wondering if he was going to cause a scene, as I asked "Why do you ask?" in a rather inquisitive voice.

He chuckled, "Well, it seems their friends caused a ruckus at the tavern in Dorset at lunch time, they've been escorted out of the county."

Both heard this, and Luke said "Say what? How we going to get home? And what about our stuff?"

I looked at them, then at Ben, who just shrugged his shoulders, and I asked "What kind of ruckus, Ben?"

He sighed, and said "Seems one of them hit on someone's wife, and the husband wasn't pleased. The husband was jumped by two, and about a dozen locals jumped in to help him out. The place got torn up pretty good, though."

I sighed, and shook my head in amazement, and said "Well, things happen." I turned and looked at the two of them, and asked "If you want, this officer could probably find a way to get you home. Or, if you want to finish your vacation with me at my place, that will be fine. That way you two can get some more fishing done."

They both stammered a bit, a bit surprised at my forwardness, and Luke stated the obvious, "But well, we've not much money to pay you, Naomi."

"And what about our clothes?" asked Jason.

Shrugging my shoulders, said "Don't worry, we�ll go get you two something to wear." In my mind, I was thinking something in the lines of very tight shorts and muscle shirts. God, I was wanting it badly. And these two had no idea how much I was wanting it. So bidding Ben good-bye, we went into the cottage, and I said "You know, my ex is only a bit bigger than you two, let's see what's in the bedroom." They followed me to my master bedroom, and I started in the closet, pulling out shirts, which looked like they�d fit, and shorts. A bit big around in the waist, but my ex did put some pounds on the last five or six years. God would he flip if he knew that two young, black males were now wearing his clothes, and soon would hopefully be between my tanned thighs.

I smiled, and announced, "Okay, is this all satisfactory?"

They both grinned, and Jason said "Sure is, Naomi. But well, I mean..."

I playfully swatted him on his muscled arms, and said "Now don't you fret." I then grabbed an arm of each, leading them out of the bathroom, and said "We all need to shower up, so why don't you two take turns using the bathroom, and then I'll take my shower. Then, why don't we use the spa to relax. I don't know about you two, but my legs and arms are a bit sore from the workout I put us through today."

They both chuckled, as they went into the large bathroom, and then Luke asked "But what about swimsuits?"

I laughed, as I was closing the door with them in the bathroom, saying "Oh, we won't be needing them, boys. The spa is skinny-dipping only. Just wrap some towels about yourselves and wait for me once I get done."

I didn't bother to see their shocked faces, as I shut the door tight, and went to my bedroom. I undressed quickly, and pulled on my robe, then headed out to take the cover off the spa. I then came back inside, and took a seat on the couch, picked up a magazine, and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. While inside, my heart was racing at a fast clip, and I was feeling a bit light headed, and I was a bundle of nerves, wondering if this was such a good idea. I think I was more worried about rejection more than anything else. After all, I'm in my fifties, and although I'm pretty fit, I just don't have that youthful beauty that I once had.

The showers by the boys were rather quick, as the bathroom door opened, and both came strolling out, with towels wrapped about their waists. I lowered my magazine, and smiled, saying "Okay guys, take a seat, and I'll have a quick shower, then we can go out for a soak."

I stood and went to the bathroom, passing them and not daring to look at their hard, black body's. God, did my knees feel weak! I jumped into the shower, and quickly cleaned my body of the grime from my workout and run, giggling as I reminded myself that I was about to get dirty all over again...I hope! Once dried off, I pulled on my robe and came out to see both boys sitting on the couch, smiles on their faces. And damn, if there weren't a pair of tents to see. I grinned, and said "Come on fella's, let's get a good soak."

I turned and walked towards the door leading out to the spa, with the two of them catching up to me quickly. Once outside, I went straight for the spa, and with them behind me, I let the robe down off of my shoulders, and placed it on the chair at the bottom of the steps. I didn't even bother to turn around to look at them, not saying a word as I climbed the three steps up, then stepped into the spa. I bend down to my right, with my left foot down in the hot water, and my right still out, but bent, giving them both a great view of my furry sex, and I heard Luke mumble something. I turned my head, and asked "What?"

His gaze was at my bare sex, but when I spoke, his face jerked up, a surprised look on his face, as he said "Oh nothing really, Naomi. I was just admiring the spa."

I smiled, as I moved my right leg, to get into the spa, and said "Yes, it is nice, isn't it?"

I turned and took a seat, and watched as both entered the spa. First Luke, and I admired his naked body. And that manhood of his, was sticking straight out, a good nine inches, and quite thick. As he stepped into the water, he commented "Geesh, this water's hot!"

I giggled, as he took a seat next to me, while I watched Jason enter right behind him. My lower jaw dropped, as I admired his package. Just as big as Luke, but thicker! Damn, this will be interesting to say the least. I smiled slyly, as Jason sat on my right. With a giggle, I asked "You two ever been in a spa before?"

Both snorted, with Luke stating "No, never."

"Me neither!" declared Jason.

I laughed, and said "Well, while you two are my guests for this vacation of yours, everything here is available for your use."

Jason snorted, and said "Great!" Then he asked "Everything?"

With that, I reached out with my hands under the clear, crystal clear water, and grabbed a prick in each one, and as both sort of jumped at my touch, I said "Everything, as long as I enjoy it."

God did these cocks feel big in my hands, as I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. These two took the invitation readily, for soon I felt a hand running over my right thigh, and in between my legs, causing me to willingly part my legs for their access. That was Jason's hand, and from my left, I felt a hand rub my skin, and find my left breast, giving it a good squeeze, making me sigh with pleasure. Luke's lips were soon on my left cheek, and I turned my face, and our lips met, our mouths opening up and soon we were kissing passionately, while Jason easily inserted his forefinger into my hot box. Luke was alternating tits, playing with them while kissing me, as Jason finger fucked me good. My hips were bucking wildly in no time, and in just a few minutes, I was screaming into Luke�s mouth, as my hot body convulsed in one hell of an orgasm.

As my body settled down, we broke our kiss, and I turned and started frenching with Jason briefly, feeling Luke stand up and sit on the edge of the spa. I stopped kissing Jason and turned to see Luke's ebony candy pointing straight up. My mouth pounced on it, and I started sucking and licking his shaft with wild abandon, with my hands tugging on it at the base. Jason gabbed my hips, and pulled me up, my ass now out of the water, and I lifted my right leg up, placing it on the other seat, and soon I felt the touch of his tongue on my wet, hot flesh, as he started rimming my little asshole, before moving to my puffy cunt lips. So as I worked on getting Luke off orally, Jason was doing the same to me, eating my furburger.

In no time, Luke groaned, and I felt his big black cock start to really throb, and the back of my mouth was hit with a torrent of his cum. I swallowed most, with some dripping out of the corner of my mouth and falling into the water. I was almost there thanks to Jason's very talented tongue, but I wanted to taste his spunk as well. So I turned around, and he was all smiles as he got up on the edge, allowing me to start to give him a good sucking. Luke took his turn at eating my snatch, and just before Jason filled my mouth with his load, I was cumming hard, my mind reeling with an indescribable pleasure. pulled his shank out of my mouth, and said "Come in, inside so you two can take turns fucking my brains out."

Both laughed as they helped me out of the hot water, and into the house. We made it as far as the couch in the living room, where I soon found myself pushed face down over the end of the couch, sucking on Jason, while Luke started to rub his meat against my sensitive clit. I could not believe that the boy was still hard, as I felt my cunt lips one wide, and my little pussy started to get it's first taste of dark meat. My groan was muffled by Jason�s fat cock, as Luke's pecker started to work it's way into my hot, and very wet cunt. My whole body was responding to the sudden expansion of my vaginal walls, as I was shaking hard, trying not to cum so damn soon, wanting to keep in some sort of control, but it was of no use, for I stopped sucking Luke, lifted my head up and cried out loudly, as a gut wrenching cum ripped through me.

I heard the astonishment in Jason's voice, as his fingers tightened up on the cheeks of my round ass, declaring "God damn! She's a squirter!"

"Shit dude, she sprayed her cream all over the damn place" added Luke.

I felt slightly drained, as I raised my hips up off the armrest, and looked back between my legs. There I saw his black thighs and hanging big black balls, glistening from my cream. I was as amazed as they, for in my fifty-plus years, I had never had such a substantial ejaculation. Even the armrest was covered, puddle in fact, with my cum. And all I could say was "Oh god, fuck me." in a raspy voice.

Both laughed, and Jason said "Sure thing, Naomi!" as he started fucking my quivering cunt. Luke grabbed the back of my head, and brought it back to his engorged cock, which I greedily swallowed, feeling the large head go down my throat. I was in heaven, enjoying what Jason was doing to my cunt with his big, fat cock, having Luke's large member sliding in and out of my throat, and hearing Luke say "Now if we get too rough, you just say so, and we�ll slow down some.", as his free hand reached up underneath me and started grabbing and tugging on my tits. God it felt good.

And in about ten minutes, Jason declared loudly "Ah shit man, I'm going to cum."

Luke laughed, "Fill her up, dude."

He grunted loudly, each time his pecker throbbed and pumped a heft load into my pussy. And of course, the feeling of his cock exploding inside of me triggered another terrific orgasm, as my screams of pleasure were muffled by Luke's dick. The two of them didn't even give me a chance to regain my composure, as Luke pulled his dick from my mouth, and Jason from my steamy cunt, and they switched positions, my body reacting to a very loud grunt as Luke's shaft sank inside me up to his balls. And Jason lifted my head up with one hand, rubbing the head of his soiled cock at my lips, which I eagerly accepted getting a taste of the combined flavor of my own cunt juice and his gobs of cum that were plastered along the side of his shaft.

My lover in my pussy reached down and lifted my left leg up, causing me to roll onto my right side. He was still sliding his log at a steady pace in and out of my well oiled snatch, as my left ankle was resting on his shoulder, and he put his left forefinger on my clit, and began to rub it vigorously. That's all it took, for it was a good thing that there was a cock stuffed down my throat, for if not, they would have heard my scream of joy all the way down in Toronto! And just like when Jason got me off, I drenched Luke's loins, and damn near everything within a few feet, with one heck of a squirting orgasm. I had my eyes open, so I saw the fluid fly from my cunt, drenching Luke, the couch, and the carpet. And little old me was wondering how the hell was I going to clean that mess up? I was giggling though, not really caring at the moment. Just wanting these two to keep on pumping me hard and fast. And with that they did.

Luke drilled me for over thirty minutes, before my vaginal walls felt the much needed cum bath. He pulled out, and they carried me into the bedroom, where they laid me on my back, and Jason took his turn between my white thighs, hard once again, although I wondered if he ever went soft, and ready to plow me good. And that he did. For the most part, he had my ankles pinned back to my ears, he on his knees, as he pumped away. I came countless times, not as strong as out in the living room, but god was I feeling mighty euphoric! While he rutted away, Luke cooked dinner, sort of. I told him that there were frozen pizzas in the freezer, and he went and nuked them in the microwave. We started eating right after Jason dumped his spunk deep inside of me, as I admired his contorted facial expression, one of sheer pleasure, as he enjoyed filling me with another load.

We ate, had something to drink, took turns going potty, as the loads of cum dripped from my very open pussy, and then started fucking and sucking again. We did it in numerous positions, doggie style, missionary, me on top, facing each way, and I even had Luke in my cunt, while Jason straddled my belly, as he fucked my tits, which ended up with a cum shot that hit me smack square in the chin I remembered giggling, as I wiped his seed up with my fingers and licked them clean. Those two worked me over long and hard, with hands & fingers, mouth & tongue, and most definitely their long, fat, hard, black cocks.

I woke late the next morning, my limbs entwined with my black lovers, and god did I feel the effects of last night. I crawled out of my large bed, and walked gingerly to the bathroom, where I sat down on the toilet and watched in disbelief at the amount of cum that drained out of my over worked pussy. My thigk bush was covered with my cunt juice, as well as what got forced out of my packed cunt as they took multiple turns pumping me since yesterday afternoon. The shower was needed, but did it ever sting, as the hot water washed over my raw cunt lips. And, I was feeling a bit depressed. Guilt, more than anything else. After all, here I am, a middle-aged white lady, showering off the dirt from two very young black males, that used me for their pleasure. Not that I was upset about the last part, for I did invite them to do the deed. And, I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.

After drying off, I grabbed a sarong that was on the hook on the back of the door, and wrapped it around my waist, muttering a bit in disbelief as I saw a substantial amount of spunk dribbling out of my pussy, getting into my thick pubes. I tried to wipe it up with some toilet paper as best I could, but it seemed more that I wiped, the more leaked out. I had thought for sure that I had cleaned myself pretty damn good, but soon it became apparent that a douche was needed. I did that, re-wrapped the sarong about me, felt a bit more refreshed, but still just as depressed, and walked out to the kitchen, where I made my self a bowl of cereal, and went and sat on the couch to eat.

I frowned as I did that, though, seeing the damage that my own body had caused on the armrest, wondering how the hell I'll get that cleaned. The sound of footsteps caused me to jerk my head around to look towards my bedroom and I smiled, for there was Luke, in all his glory, his dangling meat leading the way as he smiled at me, on his way to the bathroom. Jason soon followed him out, just as naked, and with just as big a smile, as he looked at me, and said "Good morning."

I smiled, and said "Good morning. There's cereal in the kitchen, if you would like to help yourself."

He laughed, "Yeah, something to eat would be nice." He went on into the kitchen, as I heard the toilet flush, then the sound of the shower. I watched Jason fill a bowl up, then come out and take a seat next to me, and asked "You feeling okay, Naomi?"

My eyes darted down to his slack cock, and sighed, "Yeah, I suppose so. A bit sore down there."

"You should be." He stated, adding "I've never experienced a woman before like I did you last night." He shook his head in astonishment, and went on to say, "After all, we did it until way past midnight. I can't even begin to count the number of times that I came inside your wonderful body."

I snickered, and quipped "My old body!"

He smiled, reached over and patted my knee, and said "Yeah, but it sure is a nice one at that." He looked past me, towards the armrest of the couch, and commented, "Looks like we made a mess of things, huh?"

Frowning again, I agreed, saying "Yeah, looks like we did."

He sad "Well, tell you what, I saw a carpet cleaner in the store in town, it has attachments I'm sure for doing furniture. Why don't we go get it and take care of the mess, before it really starts to look bad."

Yes, I was amazed. I mean, all I've ever heard of the younger set was that they were lazy, especially the colored ones. But this one, he's offering to work! Damn, that lifted my spirits, not to mention my desire. I smiled, and said "Okay, if you don't mind. I mean, it's not your house, and you and Luke are my guests."

He swallowed a mouthful of cereal, and then said as he waved his spoon in the air, "No, no. We'll get this place cleaned up and keep it clean." He then grinned, and as he looked at me, he said "Besides, good pussy will make a guy do lots of things."

I rose to my feet, feeling a lot more cheerful now, and said "Well, let me get dressed, and you get a quick shower, and we'll go get the equipment."

I took my time, pulling on a skirt, no panties, a top, no bra, and feeling very wicked. Coming out of the bedroom, Luke was now eating, and I heard the shower running, signaling to me that Jason was getting cleaned up. I made some small talk with Luke, before he went and pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, and in five minutes, Jason was dried off and dressed...how do guys do that?

Within thirty minutes we were at the store, renting the machine, and heading back to my place. Yes, the looks I got at the store, and as I paid for the rental, I happily told the clerk that these two nice young men have offered to clean up my place, in exchange for lodging as they've been stranded here because their friends got sent away. Both boys had big smiles on their faces, as I went on to say how well they've been fishing and on and on I went.

Once in the car, Luke mentioned, as he slid his hand up under my skirt, that if the people in the store knew that I wasn't wearing any underwear, that they would be thinking of other things. I just giggled, looking forward to his cock exploring the depths of my hungry cunt. Once back at the house, they sent me out onto the deck to sun myself and to rest up, while they cleaned the house. God! What wonderful young men! I peeled my clothes off, and laid down on the lounge chair, my pussy getting wetter with each passing moment, longing to be blacked once again. I was figuring that after I returned these two to Detroit, that my fun would be over. So I had better get plenty of action while they're here. Two hours later, they were done, and with me between them, I went inside and surveyed their work. They had performed a great job! So great, that I got on my knees right there, made them both pull their dicks out, and sucked them both off at once. In no time, I received a copious amount of cum in my mouth, first from Luke, then from Jason, and I easily swallowed it all.

I then handed them the keys to the Escalade, and told them to take the machine back, and that I would be waiting on the deck. They loaded up, took off, and I went and waited. Within an hour, they were back, I was on my belly, and Luke was straddling the end of the lounger, my legs off of it, feet flat on the deck, with his meat nailing me good, while I had Jason's cock in my mouth, gobbling him down with delight. I had another amazing orgasm, my cum spraying all over the place, as Luke unleashed his own hefty spunk load. He pulled out, they spun me around, and Jason had his turn, while I sucked Luke's shaft clean. He fucked me into another world, my screams muffled once again by a thick, black cock, as Jason pumped a gallon of sperm inside my convulsing cunt.

Pulling his dick from my sloppy cunt, Jason playfully swatted my white ass, and said "You stay there, we'll go inside to make some sandwiches."

I hoarsely stated, "There's beer in the fridge, we're not going anywhere. Bring some out when you come back."

They went inside, as I rolled off the lounger, and sat on my bare ass on the wood deck. I had my hands on the deck behind me, leaning back, with my legs drawn up, knees spread wide, and I looked at my pussy. My fuckhole was open wide, with globs of cum draining out, getting caught up in the hair of my beaver. A first for me, as I reached down and pushed a pair of fingers into my hot, sore box. I scooped out a good amount of their cream, and put my fingers inside my mouth. I moaned, enjoying the taste as I sucked my fingers clean. What is it about their spunk coming out from my cunt? It tastes delicious!

I pulled the cushion off the lounger, and laid on my back on top of it, enjoying the warm sun as my fingers rubbed my abused cunt lips. I heard the door open, and out walked Luke and Jason, carrying sandwiches and beer. I smiled, and sat up, as Luke sat on my right, Jason on my left, and they handed me something to eat. I didn't realize how hungry sex can make you, as I devoured the meal in no time, as they did the same, while we knocked down a beer each. Then, we got to talking, as I leaned back, and they closed in next to me, each running their hands over my naked flesh, while I grabbed their crusty cocks, and tugged on the softly. I told them about my divorce first, and how I guess this is my own unique way of breaking away. They told me more about themselves, and I was surprised to learn that they both come from middle-class families, with Luke's father being a pharmacist, and Jason's an engineer at the Ford plant in Dearborn. I actually laughed, and so did they, when I stated that thought they were from the 'hood'.

Jason went inside and returned with more beer, as we sat there and drank. Luke had his fingers in my hairpie, when he stated "Damn, you've got a messy pussy again."

I snorted, replying "Well, all that cum gets tangled up in my pubes."

"Shoot, let's shave it all off!" declared Jason.

I protested with a loud "No!"

Both asked "Why not?!"

Hmm, good question. I had no answer. Luke kissed my cheek, saying "Where do you keep the razors?"

"Bathroom, top drawer on the left." I blurted out. He jumped to his feet, and raced for the door, with me saying "And get a pan of hot water!"

Jason sprang to his feet, saying "I�ll get it!"

I made a face, as I spread my legs out, and thought about this. Yeah, I'm a bit bushy down there. I've only ever shaved enough so that none showed when I wore a swimsuit. And I've never worn a bathing suit that revealed too much down there in my crotch. Soon, both were sitting next to me, in the same exact spots, with the implements of destruction in hand. Luke had thoughtfully grabbed a can of shaving gel, and Jason a pair of scissors. and soon they had me laying down on my back, going to work. First using the scissors to trim off as much as possible, then washing down my snatch with a hot washcloth. Then the gel was rubbed in, with both playfully jamming their fingers into my coochie. Then, they took turns shaving, with each giving the other directions on how to do it right. I kept on admonishing them, for a few times they would argue about it. They even had me pull my knees to my chest, so they could get at the crack of my ass.

Finally, they wiped my shaved tail down, and announced gleefully that I was done. I sat up and looked, and was quite amazed. My bare cunt glistened from the moisture that the washcloth left behind, my cunt lips were quite pronounced, and it looked rather erotic, actually. I felt, well, bare. After all, I've had hair down there since puberty, that's pushing forty years!

Getting up, Jason announced, "Damn! I got to go pee!"

Both Luke and I said "Me too., as they pulled me to my feet. They started for the door, but I laughed, saying "Come on, let's pee off the deck."

Jason shouted out "You crazy, woman?"

I grabbed their cocks, pulling on them, saying "Yeah, I am. Now come on."

We went to the edge, and both hung their cocks off over the railing, while I stood up on my tippy-toes with my legs spread out some, and leaned my body back as I reached down and pulled my lips apart, and let loose. I giggled, saying "Come on, boys, relieve those bladders!"

They started laughing, and soon Luke, followed by Jason, were letting out a torrent of used beer. Then we went back to where we were sitting, and sat down, and began to neck. I was kissing Luke, while Jason was sucking on my titties, before he was on his back, sucking my happy little kitty. Ands when I came, I was in heaven once more, glazing Jason's black face with my girl cream. He leaned back on his knees, and I rolled onto Luke's lap, taking his shaft inside of me, and began to ride him, with my feet flat on the ground. Jason came up and sat beside us, and ran his hands over my body, before I climbed off Luke, and mounted Jason.

Luke got up, went and grabbed another round of beer, and Jason and I drank while I rode him. I switched off back and forth for maybe six times, and into another round of beer. Yeah, I was feeling good. Damn good. And at the moment, I was riding Jason again, with Luke fingering my back door. It felt nice, actually, in my drunken stupor anyway. He was wiggling his finger inside of me, and I groaned, a wonderful sensation running through my body. I shuddered, a nice mini-trembler running through me, and Jason, while balling my tits with his big, black hands, stated "Hey Luke, I think she likes that."

Luke kissed my lips, and asked "Hey Naomi, you've ever tried anal?" I shook my head no, and he asked "You want too?"

I must have been drunk enough, for I was surprised when I heard my own slurred voice say "Go get something to lube me up."

He went inside, and soon he returned, a bottle of cooking oil in his hand and a grin on his face. I said "Pour some on my butt crack, and a lot on that cock of yours."

Both laughed, as I watched him pour a liberal amount on the end of his dick, and then some down the crack of my ass. He was on his knees behind me, rubbing the lubricant into my little brown hole, while Jason pulled the cheeks of my ass wide. Then, he eased the head of his dick into my ass. My eyes bulged out, and I grunted out "Oh fuck!" It was a sharp pain at first, and I felt very dizzy, as if I was going to pass out.

I heard Jason say "Damn, she's going limp, bro!"

My body groaned, I really wanted to tell him to stop, but my pussy felt fantastic. And at just that moment, I bit down on Jason's shoulder, muffling my animalistic scream, as I came hard. Real hard! And Luke started pumping my ass, a mix of extreme pleasure and pain, with the pleasure winning out, as I felt his meat slide over Jason's throbbing cock. And, I was in heaven. Both men, worked up to a extreme sexual peak in part of doing something different, I suppose, roared as they filled me with their spunk, causing me to bit down once again on Jason's shoulder, as I had another gut wrenching orgasm, while feeling my cum spray out again. Our spent body's collapsed on the floor of the deck, all three of us trying to catch our breaths, as I felt their throbbing members inside my happy holes.

I was all smiles for about five minutes, when I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and announced "Uh, boys, I need to go poop."

Luke out his arms around my waist, and grunted as he dead lifted me up off of Jason's cock, and he got me onto the toilet just in time, pulling his meat from my poop shoot, as I sat down and sighed, enjoying the feeling of a good bowl movement. Luke was waving his slimy and quite smelly pecker in front of my face, and I admonished him with "Get your ass in the shower and clean that thing off, big boy."

He frowned, and like a sulking child, he stepped into the shower, as I cleaned myself up. I leaned over and opened the door of the vanity, and pulled out an enema bottle. By the time he was cleaned up, I had freshen up my bowels, and was ready for my own shower. As he was drying his hard shaft, I said "Go get Jason, the bottle of cooking oil, and meet me in the upstairs bedroom."

He drunkenly said "All right!" as he rushed out of the bathroom, as I stepped into the shower. Yes, I was a bit plastered. I've had four beers, or was it five? So I wasn't feeling the pain in my rectum too badly. Something inside was telling me that I would regret this. And something inside was telling me to enjoy it while it lasts. I didn't even bother drying off, as I walked out of the bathroom and up the stairs, finding the boys draping a large sheet of plastic across the bed. I laughed, asking "Where the hell you find that?"

Both were grinning, as I came forward, and each grabbed an arm, helping me kneel onto the bed, while Jason explained, "Downstairs in the linen closet, it's a shower curtain."

I was giggling, as I laid down upon it, rolled onto my back, and announced, "Okay, how you studs want to do this?"

Well, I soon found myself covered with cooking oil, and both black bodies jumping onto me. I was laughing, groaning, moaning and having a grand time, as both of them, their balls empty of cum, stuffed their hard cocks into my body, riding me the rest of the day. If one was in my ass, the other was in my cunt. And a few times, I found myself getting ate while the other was poking me good, driving me to a howling good time. Yes, I discovered anal, and I found that with two cocks, both holes getting filled is a real special treat. They even tried to get both their meats into my pussy at the same time, and succeeded quite nicely, I might add. We never did break for dinner, not stopping until way past dark, before sheer exhaustion finally took my consciousness. They didn't stop, as they continued to use me all night long. I woke from time to time, but usually, I went right back to sleep, as they probed me with their hard peckers.

With a loud groan, I woke, and looked at the clock, seeing it read one-fifty. My head was pounding, what with the bright sunlight shining through the window. I was still in the upstairs bedroom, on the very soiled shower curtain, a blanket drawn over me and the other two as well. I moved, and cringed in pain. My little ass sure did hurt, and so did my pussy. I moved off the bed, not caring if they woke or not, and headed for the bathroom downstairs. Oh god, did the water hurt, as it hit my raw asshole and pussy. I had a hell of a time keeping from screaming out, as I cleaned myself up.

My tummy need some nourishment, as I wrapped the sarong about my waist and headed into the kitchen. A bowl of cereal, a pair of sunglasses, and I went out onto the deck, sitting in the only spot of shade out there. God, did I feel like shit! I finished eating, went into my bedroom, and laid down, not getting up again that day. Didn't need too, for they made me a nice dinner, and fed me in bed. And, they didn't even try to initiate any sex. Of course, they both looked like shit as well. We all agreed that we should take a day or two off from sexual games. They looked a bit relieved when I suggested it. I smiled, telling them that it looked like I had fucked them half to death.

The next day, after a night of snuggling together in my bed, we pulled on some clothes and went fishing. Then, as they leaned the fish we had caught, they did some work about my home, washing windows in the afternoon, vacuuming and mopping the floors, and even dong the laundry. I could get use to this... easily! Where were these two when I was twenty-one? Of course, when I was twenty-one, I wouldn't have been caught dead with a black male, not to mention two of them. We spent the evening relaxing in front of the fireplace, sipping slowly on a bottle of wine, as my two men gently stroked my body.

As they carried me to bed, I told them that we'll be taking it at a slower for the rest of their stay. And for the most part , we did. Usually, it was one on one after that. A few times, we went out fishing, and while one fished, the other would take me into the sleeping berth below deck, and have slow, and fantastic sex with me. Yes, I gave my ass up to them both from time to time, but with a lot of lube, it felt okay. I even got them to let me get on top of one in a sixty-nine, while the other would fuck my cunt or ass. Talk about a thrill!

Of course, it wasn't all sex. The two of them did a great job of cleaning my house, did some painting, some small household repair work that needed done, and of course, fishing. And as it got closer and closer to the day I had to take them home, I was getting more and more sad. On the final day, we loaded up and headed for the border. I spent one night in a motel with them in Windsor, where they each took a turn stuffing me with their thick, black sausage, all of us knowing that this was a good-bye. The next morning, they took a taxi to cross over to home, and I, fighting the tears, headed on home.

I felt like my heart had been broken, as I sat for days in my house, not doing a damn thing, as I thought about my two lovers. I didn't think that I would become attached to them emotionally the way I did, but I had. Weeks went by, my daughter arrived. It was while she was visiting me, that another man entered my life. I was putting groceries into my Escalade, and I dropped a sack containing some items. A man stopped, and helped me pick them up. I smiled, and once he handed them to me, I said "Thank you, Ben."

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