Double teamed by the hoopsters (fm:threesomes, 2858 words)

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‘They' would soon be arriving. Two fit young black guys, shooting hoops in the square outside the sitting room window of my apartment. My heart began to beat in my chest. I felt my nipples suddenly stiffen and my clit throb with need inside its sheath.

I first noticed them five weeks ago. It was a hot sunny day, the window open, and so the sound of them bouncing the ball and shooting hoops naturally caught my attention.

There was something mesmerizing about the way their bodies moved around the court, how the muscles in their forearms flexed as they dribbled the ball and how the sweat dripped from their bodies. Part of me wanted to lick it off them.

So, for the last four weeks, I'd stood at my open apartment window and watched them play. Sometimes I was so turned on from watching their cocks bounce in their shorts that I couldn't help but touch myself. I stood there, playing with my clit until I was panting and moaning, thinking about the two fit black guys down on the court and what I'd so like them to do to me.

All I had on as I awaited their arrival, was a pink thong and a red satin robe.

Sure enough. Right on 2 pm, the distinct sound of a ball being bounced on asphalt right outside my window was calling me to go and see.

‘There you are. Such fit dreamy guys,' I lusted from my lofty position three flights up.

My silky smooth pussy was already swollen and ready, nipples standing to attention and throbbing.

It wasn't just that they're super hot, which they certainly are, it was the notion of being taken by them. The more I watched, the more I so wanted to give myself to them. Let them do whatever they wanted to my body. Their hands, their lips, their cocks, wanting to please and service me in ways I could only imagine.

And that was it. All I had was my imagination and my fingers stroking my pussy, when I so wanted them here. Right inside my apartment, doing all manner of dirty things to my slutty body.

Knelt as I was on the sofa, I had my legs open as I rolled, squeezed, pulled and twisted each nipple in turn, sending short sparks of electricity to my pulsating clit.

"Yes," I moaned, running a finger up-and-down the moist slit between my thighs as juices began to flow from my delicate pink pussy.

"Oh, god," I presently cried, rolling a slick finger around the firmed-up stem of my sheathed clit as I continued to watch and lust over the guys below me, the smooth circular motion stimulating the dense sensitive nerve endings therein.

‘Shit!' I suddenly gasped, pulling back when the taller one looked up at me.

Tentatively, fingers strumming my clit like mad, so wanting and needing to cum, I edged forward and caught his smile.

I melted as I smiled back at him.

Had he seen, noticed I was naked, I wondered, my hand once again making its way towards my aching pussy. The very thought of him having no doubt done so, prompted me to slide all four fingers inside my warm wet sex, lubricated with the juices of my sexual arousal as I writhed on the couch.

‘Oh, god,' I moaned, sensing my climax brew inside me as I went on watching them.

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Lyn writes Sat 24 Aug 2024 18:11:

LOVE it !

Lyn xxx

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