I told my roommate Toni about my fantasy: being fucking two well-endowed men — one black and one white.

Her immediate reaction was, “I know just the guys for you! Let me set it up.” I was too excited to say no.

Toni was out the night my “dates” were due. I practically ran to answer the door when they arrived. I opened it to two well-built, gorgeous guys. The white man’s name was Vince; the black man’s was Greg.

Before I knew it, they were exploring my body with their hands. I felt a finger probe my pussy and two hands knead my breasts. We fell into a rhythm, with Greg licking my nipples while I absolutely melted. I leaned over and buried my tongue in Vince’s mouth, losing my inhibitions with each passing moment.

We rolled to the floor, sucking and groaning. I unzipped Vince’s pants first, and his dick jumped out into my hands. It was long and beautiful. I pulled off his pants and wrapped my lips around his rod as Greg turned his attention to my breasts.

Greg was on me in an instant, burying his brown penis deep in my pussy. Vince watched it all, then took Greg’s place. I spread my legs, anxious to feel what he had to offer. His pace was slower. He rolled onto his back without losing me, hoisting me on top. I moved up and down his rod while he caressed my breasts. We moved in rhythm until we both collapsed.

This encounter taught me what to expect out of sex. I’m now experienced and confident, no longer afraid to let my needs be known. I finally realized that my needs are just as important as my partner’s. I may never do it in the missionary style again!