"What's a little drink among friends," Lois giggled, clinking glasses with them. And as they drank, she shivered, noticing that Monroe was slowly unbuttoning his work shirt. He pulled it off and his chest was bare, naked and thickly muscled. Lois decided that Bret couldn't compare, for the black man seemed to have an incredibly proportioned body.
"Holy shit!" she said aloud, moving up to him and gathering her courage. "You're really a piece of beef cake, aren't you?" and as she laughed, trying to hide her nervousness, she reached out and ran the tips of her fingers up and down across the man's chest, scraping her nails over his small and inverted nipples.
Monroe looked down at her, inflated his chest and suddenly started laughing. He put down his glass, stepped back and began posing. Lois watched him rippling his muscles until she thought she would go nuts, she was so turned on. Monroe was a brute of a man, big, heavy and overpowering.
Watching his partner, Tony said that he didn't think Monroe was such hot shit. He too removed his shirt, despite Monroe's boasts that he had the better physique. Lois noticed that Tony, despite the fact that he was shorter than his friend, was built almost identically. Except for the fact that his skin was olive-colored and his chest was amazingly hirsute, almost bear-like.
The two of them could have posed for a muscle-building magazine, she decided as they stood before her. When she thought they weren't looking, she glanced down at her body, pleased to see her nipples perking up, pointing straight ahead and pressing against the material of her thin and loose-fitting nightgown.
Standing before them, holding her breath, Lois waited for them to jump on her. But at first, they didn't do anything. They were both strangely silent and finally, when she couldn't take the suspense, she opened her mouth. What came out even surprised her, for she had never spoken to a man that way before, especially a black man. "Hey," she said gaily, waving her empty glass in the air. "I'm curious, Monroe. Is it true what they say about you guys?"
"What?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes, suddenly attentive.
She noticed how he stared at her, his gaze directed at her boobs. "Well you know… I've heard that… well, that you really have incredibly sized equipment!" Hiding her sudden nervousness in laughter, Lois watched the men looking at each other as if exchanging signals.
Then, they turned back to her, smiling curiously. "Monroe here is really not to be believed," Tony told her. "Isn't that so, Monroe?"
Monroe winked at her conspiratorially. "No one's ever complained," he admitted, reaching down to pat his crotch.
Lois' head was swimming and she felt drunk, drunk and giddy and incredibly turned on. "No kidding?" she said, rather cynically. "I don't believe it."
"Show her, Monroe," Tony said, carried away, still staring at Lois' tits as she kept her hands on her hips, spreading apart the folds of material across her breasts. He could see the smooth white skin of her belly and the prominent dark triangle of her snatch.
Monroe looked at his partner and then back to Lois. "You sure you know what it is you want to see, lady?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied. "We're all friends, isn't that so? I mean, I've been hearing about this for years now. I might as well find out. It's either now or never, the way I see it."
"Now, not never," he said softly, his ebony skin gleaming as she noticed that trickles of sweat were dripping down his armpits. His muscular chest made her faint with desire and Lois watched him, holding her breath as Monroe's hands went down to his belt buckle, undid it and slowly unzipped his pants.
"You sure about this?" he asked again, staring at her intently.
Lois nodded her head. Her throat was suddenly dry, and she was unable to speak as Monroe unbuttoned his work pants and slowly edged them down off of his hips. They dropped to the floor and no one spoke. But her eyes bugged out, for hidden inside the man's thin cotton undershorts was a massive thick pole, jutting forward and tenting up his briefs as if he had stuffed a fucking pipe in his drawers.
"Go on, Monroe," his partner said, looking down at the projection in the other man's shorts.
Somehow it was already hard and Lois felt her pussy burning, itching and twitching violently as she studied the outline of the Negro's massive hard-on. She wondered if they could see much of her cunt behind the nightgown and as she stared at Monroe, sucking in her breath and saying nothing, nothing at all, he edged the tips of his fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled his underwear down until it fell around his ankles.
"Holy motherfucking shit!" she said between her suddenly clenched teeth, gaping incredulously at the most enormous penis she had ever seen, let alone imagined. It rose up against the man's stomach, stiff and hard, the color of his skin and crowned with a plum-shaped cock-head that was as big around as a fucking baseball.
Then, smiling at her, cocking his head to one side, Monroe grabbed hold of his pecker, curling his fingers around it as he nodded to his friend. Tony immediately began to take off his pants and as Lois watched, hypnotized and unable to move, Monroe stroked his dong up and down with his long black fingers.
His cock seemed to swell, to get even longer and thicker. It was much bigger than her husband's and Lois felt that she had been cheated all the years she had been married. She had this incredibly burning desire to have it inside of her, to feel this massive black pole of meat tearing up into her hot itching pussy. Already, her cunt was dripping, the juices covering the curly hairs surrounding her mound as she pulled her nightgown up over her hips, over her head, dropping it to the floor.
She was now totally naked and Tony stepped out of his pants, pulled down his jockey shorts and presented his penis to her as well. It was, she decided, almost as handsome and impressive as Monroe's, a dark ivory color with a round blood-engorged glans and a thickly braided and veiny shaft. His nuts were smaller and heavier than his friend's, a tight wrinkled sac that hung between his brawny hirsute thighs.
They both stood looking at her, staring at her cunt as she bowed her legs slightly and the outer fleshy lips spread apart, revealing the hot pink interior of her snatch.
"Is it true what they say about black guys?" Monroe asked her, a smug expression on his face as he fondled his cock with one hand, looking at her pussy and smacking his lips with obvious pleasure.
Lois nodded her head as Monroe moved up to her. Taking her in his arms, he gripped her savagely around the waist so that his huge swollen hard-on rubbed up against her snatch. Then, he thrust an unbelievably long tongue right into her mouth, licking and sucking as she felt Tony pressing himself against her back, rubbing his cock in the crevice between the smooth and round white checks of her ass.
"We're gonna do a number on you, baby," Monroe promised, curling his tongue around hers, flattening her lips as his hands moved down and he squeezed her tits, kneading and groping her flesh.
And Tony said to her, "We're going to make you love every fucking minute," his pecker slipping up and down the warm moist crack of her ass as he sucked on her neck, his hands encircling her and squeezing the skin along the inside of her thighs.
Lois shivered involuntarily as she felt Tony's hands edging closer and closer to her feverish pussy. The whole thing was too unreal and she felt faint, dizzy, unable to control herself. Here she was, suddenly being ravished by two super-hung men, each of them brandishing good nine-inchers, at the very least.
She couldn't control her rapidly mounting excitement and pressed her hips up against Monroe's muscular thighs, grinding her smooth belly against him so that the shaft of his pecker slipped up and down along her moist vaginal furrow. It wedged hotly against her clitoris and the little knob of cunt-flesh began to tingle, pulsating violently as it felt the combined friction and pressure of Monroe's mammoth-sized penis.