M Is for Mandi

We made our way into the bedroom and I dropped to my knees and began unbuckling Dave's jeans as Andy looked on, rubbing himself and swelling even more. I slid his pants and jeans down together and surrounded my prize with my watering mouth. I bent my head toward his luscious cock and took the head between my lips. As I rolled my tongue around and around it I massaged his arse. I could hear him groan as I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft.

As I continued sucking on this beautiful cock I felt another pair of hands on me. Dave had begun caressing my body, from my breasts all the way down to my own arse. I was incredibly horny and my arse really was craving a cock. I pulled my mouth off Dave's cock just long enough to say something.

"I need my arse fucked."

"Oh yes, Mandi! Now you're talking our language!"

The three of us then moved over to the bed and I allowed them to undress me, to take off my top and my skirt, and to revel in the sight of my skimpy silky thong. I turned round and slid it down, and looked at each of their faces as they both stared open-mouthed at my released and rising cock.

"OK boys, now. You're the experts here. Who does what, which way up, and to whom?"