In case you don’t know a spit roast is one penis in the mouth and one penis up the back. Arse or pussy, I like both. Feeling one hard cock inside me is ecstasy. Two is heaven. Maybe three is even better but I’ve never got the topology right.
Both Dieter and Heinrich are fine physical specimens. Both are lean and wiry the way I like men.
Dieter is lying on his back on the double bed in my apartment, knees bent. I notice he is wearing a crucifix like mine. So is Heinrich.
I kneel down on the bed, grab his balls and give a gentle squeeze. He moans. I stick my right middle finger up his arse and wiggle it. I find these little foreplays drive men crazy.
Then I go down with my arse in the air and sniff. He smells good. I lick the tip of his cock with my tongue. His cum tastes grade A.
I take his cock into my mouth. I feel Heinrich entering my pussy from the back. And then we all go crazy.
Two hours later and we’re exhausted. It’s sex the way I like it. Rough. No holds barred. Everybody fucks everybody. Nobody asks permission. Nothing tentative. Just do it. Especially just do it to me. I am the ultimate bottom, the ultimate submissive. You want me to rim your arse. It’s my pleasure. Literally.
So we’re lying on my bed sweating. My room is full of the aroma of sex. My boobs are sore. One of them, I think it was Dieter, decided to knock me about a bit. Nothing radical. Just a few slaps and punches. I’m a pain slut. For me a bit of pain is, well it’s delicious.
Dieter starts fingering my crucifix. “Your last name is ‘Hardy’”, he says.
“Yes,” I say.
Both men fall silent. After about a minute Heinrich says, ‘Did you know a Martha Hardy?”
I am stunned. I cannot speak. My breath is taken away. Both men are looking at me intently.
“My, my, my mother’s name was Martha Hardy”, I stutter.
“You’re waiting for your messenger?” Heinrich says in a quiet voice.
“Yes,” I say.
“I hope your messenger comes soon,” Heinrich says.
“Did you see my mother’s crucifixion?” I say. I can hardly believe this.
But they say no more.