Where are you guys? On the roof sweating our tits off, well come down. Theres weed on the table roll a blunt. Good idea I thought, no need to rush. ...o I did just that, sat on the couch and rolled a blunt. A few minutes later the front door opened and the room was filled with the smell of suntan lotion as 2 oily sweaty sexy bodies walked into my apartment each carrying a towel and a margarita. They both walked over sat on either side of me as I finished rolling the blunt and sparked it. Hi. It felt so fucking good! My cunt pulsed, grabbing his hard dick with vice-like force and orgasmic waves ripped through me with such intensity I think I lost consciousness. I awoke screaming with searing pain and incredible pleasure. I wanted it to go on and on forever. He rode me like an animal, his hard body slamming against my abused back side, his cock pounding into me like a an out of control machine, speeding faster and faster. The force of his thrusts drove his dick into my tender. I bought a small buttplug and practiced feeling ‘my spots’ in my ass. I practiced with motion, speed and depth. I soon became comfortable with anal penetration and found myself buying a larger buttplug and repeating the process. Now, fast forward a few months is I was sitting at work and all of a sudden my asshole started to throb and became horny like my clit does. My asshole was very sensitive and felt like it needed to be stimulated, and my nipples were rockhard without me even touching. I turned and searched the room. Simon was still involved in conversation, but he was looking at me. We made eye contact, then his glance moved to Meg. “Is that your husband? Not bad,”she commented without waiting for my reply. “Let’s go,”I suddenly decided. She gave me a hungry look and quickly downed the cognac. As we started, we both paused instinctively and turned for one more look. The bartender gave us a squint of pleasure mixed with an expression of regret. Meg and I sighed.