Mary: Catching Up

Both men were sitting on the summerhouse steps happily eating their sandwiches and drinking their vino; and yes, the two mens’ trousers were open, and yes, two cocks stood at half-mast.
A radio played quietly close by and Mary heard the roar of a crowd and cheering. Then grandpa Aldo and Giorgio spotted Mary and called out and beckoned her to come and join them. The men were excited by the soccer match and even more so when they realised they had company.
Aldo patted the step in between the two men and invited Mary to join them, smiling and calling out ‘Juventus’ and ‘Italia’.
Maria felt a little apprehensive as she seated herself between the two men, but she was feeling something else as well, something akin to her recent hunger feelings.
She tried not looking at the mens g******s and pretended she hadn’t noticed them. Grandpa Aldo poured Mary a beaker of wine and passed it to her, speaking to her softly in Italian but finishing with her name in English. He remembered her name from the time he met her at the house warming party Maude had given more than a month ago.
Mary turned and looked at Giorgio, nodding and smiling and acknowledging his presence. The two men then continued what seemed like an ongoing conversation about the football match.
Mary sat back and got comfortable, happy that they were relaxed enough in her presence to continue simply talking to each other, and probably much as they had been doing before she’d arrived.
While the two men carried on, Mary observed each of them out the corners of her eyes. Was what Maria said, true. Did she really let these men have her?
Mary could see the attraction. The simple manliness of the two characters was a lot different to most of the men Mary knew. They seemed so self-assured and comfortable in their honest interactions with their world. But then Mary was alerted to something that was happening and she felt a moment of panic.
Aldo had put a hand on Mary’s thigh and moments later, Giorgio put his hand on her other thigh. She glanced at the faces of the two men, both of whom were happily smiling at her. Then Mary glanced down and got a bigger shock. Both mens cocks had grown to be very large and stood tall between their legs and if that wasn’t surprising enough, when each man took one of Mary’s hands and wrapped her fingers around their erections, Mary experienced a moment of grave fear mixed with a strange counter emotion of excitement.
Mary offered the men just a hint of a smile, but then she tightened her grip on their cocks and their already happy smiles broadened.
Aldo lent across and lifted the hem of Mary’s frock, pulling it back so that her large thighs were adequately displayed
The two men continued their animated conversations about soccer, leaving Mary alone with her thoughts and her feelings. She loved it that their cocks felt welcoming to her touch and loved the excitement her body felt when one cock or the other pulsated or throbbed in response to Mary moving her hands.
Mary’s hunger was being nourished in a way she would never have expected. Womanly erotic feelings floated joyously to the fore and Mary fantasised unabashedly about what she had in her hands. She began to gently move her hands up and down on each penis, relishing the feeling and intrigued at each ones ability to grow even bigger and harder.
Sitting like this in the sun with her eyes closed and happily holding on to two manhoods was beginning to have an effect on Mary. Loving things as they were was fine, but having got to this point, what should she think about doing next. Could she suck each of them in turn? Would they want to f**k her as a result?
That decision was made for her by what happened next.
“Can I join you?” A deep gentle male voice came from just in front of Mary, startling her and she opened her eyes.
“Mr Romano! I wasn’t expecting you for a while yet. These two are celebrating the soccer. I’m sure they would love to include you too,”