3 comments/ 14868 views/ 1 favorites Red Mac By: KittyvonKlass I sigh looking out the open window. The rain pelts down outside and shows no sign of stopping. Good. I love the rain. It makes me horny. I inhale deeply, the scent of salt and grass mingling with my sex as I bring my wet fingers to my mouth and suck off my pussy juice. My cunt throbs and feels empty. I stare at my dildo but it's just not enough, what I need right now is some cock. The rain drives me crazy. Whenever it rains I just need a big hard shaft in me. Nothing else will do. I glance out the window, and that's when I see you. I love to pleasure myself in full view of the street, and every now and again someone like you gets a lucky break, a full on gymnastic performance, but not today, today I need something more than just the thought of our tongues dancing together furiously, imagining it's your hands running the length of my body, touching my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they're rock hard, begging to be sucked into a hot warm mouth and licked and flicked and bitten. You're still staring when I return my gaze out the window, a bemused but desperate look on your face. I notice that your arms are not in the sleeves of your rain coat, they're buried deep inside it. Are you stroking your cock while you're looking at me? Were you close to cumming and I spoilt it for you? I lean up on my elbows so you can see my huge full breasts, and you smile. Your cheeks flush as you realise you've been seen, but mine don't. I like to be watched, but I also like to fuck. Your coat swings open. I see your erect cock, and it's beautiful. I lick my lips, an unconscious reaction, and I blush when I realise. You smile wide as you push your cock back in your boxers and do up your fly, beckoning me. Do you want me to come out there? I mouth at you, gesturing with my hands, and you nod, a wry smile on your face. I sit up further so you can see the curve of my waist and arse, and you rub your cock through your trousers. Is it aching? Does it want to fuck me? I think it does. I lean forward and peer out the window, the street is practically empty and the park across the road from me, even more so. We'll have plenty of uninterrupted time, and God, my pussy is aching. I nod and pull back from the window as I shut it. I wonder about dressing, but it's pissing down and everything will be off again pretty quickly because I'm so damn horny, so I just grab my long red rain mac, and some red heels, and I'm out the door before I have the chance to change my mind. You're waiting right at the entrance to the apartment building, soaked to the skin, and sexy as hell. Your eyes tell me you're just as horny as I am, they're filled with the kind of hunger you can never hope to satiate. There's a flash of recognition between us before I pull you into the hallway, just out of sight of the street, parting my mac so you can see I'm naked underneath. Your eyes grow huge and you snarl as you tip your head down and suck my breast into your mouth. This is fucking crazy, but at this precise moment I don't even care. Your tongue flicks hard against my nipple and your teeth join it gently, teasingly. I think I might cum just from that, but I clench my pussy to stop it. You must feel me tense because you smile. "You like that?" you whisper, and I nod, a low moan emitting from my mouth when I part my lips to speak. I don't have time to answer because I feel your hands creep over my stomach and down to that aching spot between my legs, that trembling hole that needs to be filled so desperately with whatever you want to put in it. There's a tentative finger against my clit, my legs tremble and I have trouble staying standing as you begin to rub it, gently at first in long slow strokes, dipping just inside my pussy as you rock it back and forth in a consistent rhythm. God that's so good. Then I feel your fingers inside me, hooking forwards at the entrance to find my g-spot, and they're just the right length, like they were made to fuck me like this, and as your palm finds its way onto my clit I can't control my legs and have to grab hold of your hair and shoulder to keep standing as I arch into your hand, and you fuck me with it deep and hard. "That... is so fine," I mumble into your ear as I lean forward, trying to keep my balance, and I try to hold back but I'm just too horny right now. I arch against the wall and groan long and hard as my pussy clenches around your fingers before I cum. My orgasm so hard and powerful, my legs give way and you have to grab me around the arse to stop me from falling. Pushing me back against the wall, you get on your knees and lap at my pussy. It's way too intense. I try to push you back but you don't stop, burying your face in-between my thighs and lapping every bit of juice like you're trying to eat me. My fingers are rough in your hair, and I tug you relentlessly as I try to writhe away. You don't budge and if I thought your fingers were good, they had nothing on your tongue, that long insistent stroke that you use, forcing me to buck against your face. You really are very good at this, but I want to pleasure you now, it seems only fair. I pull your head back forcefully, stroking your cheek after, as way of apology. You look disappointed until I pull you up to my mouth and kiss you hard, all the while unzipping your fly and prying your cock out of your boxers. The taste of me is ripe on your lips, and I bite them gently as I kiss you. You cock falls free, rock hard and rubbing against my thighs. Are you covering yourself in the juice dripping from between my legs? You nudge against my clit and let out a sigh as you kiss me. I bet you want to be in that dripping wet cunt? I bet you want to feel how tight and hot it is as you slip your cock in there? All in good time. I pull you towards me and then push you against the wall before you have time to protest, unbuttoning your shirt slowly. You groan as you lean your head back. I'm torturing you right now and I know it, but it will be worth it. I kiss you hard on the mouth before pulling away and running my tongue across your chest. I circle your nipple and watch your hands tense into fists against the wall. Pulling it hard in my mouth, I bite it gently. The sound you make gets me so wet I do it again and again. Licking and teasing and then biting, this time with more force. You knuckles are white as your whole body tenses. Enough teasing I think. I work my way down across your abs, sweeping my tongue back and forwards until I reach your cock, jutting hard from your body. I take the tip into my mouth, running my tongue across the top and gently nudging your foreskin down so I don't hurt you. Once your proud head is fully exposed I tease you gently, licking in long strokes over the top and then down the shaft, over the top and then down the shaft. Your groans get louder. I warn you with my eyes glancing to the entrance way to number 1. You're fazed for a moment until you work it out and clamp your lips shut. Still working the tip I feel your hand on the back of my head. You want me to suck it deep now I'm guessing? Your hands grip my hair and gently push my mouth further down your shaft. I don't fight you, I want to suck you deep, feel the whole of your huge cock in my throat. You're probably big enough to make me gag completely but I try to relax as best I can as I take you all in and then suck with everything I have in me. I move back and forth, slowly at first, long deep sucks, wet lips and tongue teasing the head as I pull you out completely before swallowing you again. My pussy is dripping thinking of this huge beast inside me. You grip my hair as you watch me sucking your cock, your hips arching off the wall to meet me at each stroke. I reach up my hand and cup your balls, raking my fingernails over and massaging them, and I think you're going to cum right then but you hold my head still for a moment to regain composure. I'm guessing you liked that a lot? I move my hand to your shaft and work it while I suck and lick the head. "That is so fucking hot," you blurt out. I hear the internal lock to number one click and I freeze. The door handle turns and I stand abruptly, pushing your cock back into your coat and closing mine in one swift movement. "Morning Mrs. James," I smile sweetly. She shuffles into the hallway. Fuck, she's getting her post. I don't have time for this shit. I grab your hand and pull you towards the exit, slamming the door behind us. We're both giggling as we run across the street, you trying to hold up your trousers and keep your cock contained beneath your mac, and me trying to balance in these stupid heels, with legs that you've turned to jelly with your skilful tongue and hands. The park's empty, aside from an old gent walking his dog. He doesn't look like he'd mind a show but I don't fancy getting arrested today so I push you backwards towards the trees and we duck inside. You try to stop me, but I don't let you, tugging you harder and deeper into the thicket. You stop. "Not here." I shake my head. I reach the spot I was heading for, an opening in the centre, the rain is still pounding. You hesitate in the treeline. "I want you to fuck me in the rain," I demand, and your smile is wicked. You look pretty game for anything right now. Glancing about, I'm nervous as I remove my mac standing in front of you completely naked, but no other idiots are going to be out here in this weather, I don't think we need to worry about it, and you seem to come to the same conclusion because you're out of your coat and shirt, and yanking down your trousers, quicker than I could have done it. I thought I was horny, but I guess I left you a bit blue-balled, and as you take off your boxers my suspicions are confirmed. You look unsure of what to do with your shoes as you look at them and then at me. I shrug, I kept mine on. You laugh. I think you decided to keep yours on too. I'm pleased, they'll probably give you a better grip for that ripe fucking you're going to give me. I go to kneel in front of you but you shake your head. I'm confused, don't you want me to suck you some more? You pull me to you and kiss me hard. I feel your cock against my stomach and push into it, twisting to give you some sensation, and you yell harder than you did inside, it's animalistic and it makes me drip. Your hands are in my hair as you kiss me, and then they snake down my back, smacking my arse hard, before you grab it with both hands and ease me off the floor. I cling around your neck and use my thighs to grip around your waist. You're really strong. I can feel the tight muscles of your arms against my waist. I admire your confidence. I think we're going to have to lean against something eventually, but that doesn't stop you. You nudge against my clit with your hard cock and I feel ripples tingling from my pussy right up to my head. Your eyes question mine. Are you wondering if I'm still okay with this, or are you just savouring the moment? I arch up and slide myself onto your cock. It's so big it actually hurts at first but you're gentle taking it slowly until I stretch to accommodate you. I grip hard with my thighs, my arms tight around your back as you fill me, but it's slow and steady and the rhythm feels so good. We're both soaking wet, our kisses deep and hard, tasting the salt of each other's tongues mixed with the heady rain. Our bodies slip and slide but it only makes it more fun. "mmmmm," I moan right in your ear. You close your eyes and work against me still slow and steady, holding me tight around the arse, but I feel your need to work me harder, each thrust more urgent than the last and your face tight with tension. You stumble with me still clamped around your waist and your cock still buried deep inside my hot, dripping pussy. The angle of your movement brushing your pelvis against my clit is driving me nuts, but it's too hard for us to move like this and reluctantly you signal for me to release your waist, which I do, and you let me down. I glance about. A fallen tree looks the perfect height. I move towards it and bend over, spreading my legs wide to offer you my pussy to do with as you will. You tease me with the head of your cock, rubbing it against my arse and then in sweeping movements to my clit and back again before you take me by surprise and ram it into me all the way to the hilt. I gasp as you pull back on my hips so you can drive yourself into me as deep as you can get and there's nothing slow and steady about this now. This is a seriously hard and deep fucking. The bark of the tree scratches my skin and causes pain, but I like it combined with the ramming of your cock against me and your hands tight on my hips, pulling me back with each desperate thrust, faster and harder. Still you seem to need to be deeper as you reach forwards and grab my shoulders, pulling me back into you, and I clamp my throbbing pussy around your cock to increase our pleasure. I feel you're close and so am I, reaching down I stroke my clit in long steady strokes, just how I like it. I can barely keep my hands in place, as you're banging me so hard I think you might break me, but it feels amazing to have you buried deep into my dripping, hot pussy. The feel of the rain on my skin and in my mouth, the bark of the tree scratching against the front of my hips, my hand on my clit working feverishly now as I'm close, and I can tell by your moans that you are too. Our sounds are guttural, unconscious, and I let out a cry as I cum hard on your cock, my whole body exploding with sensation, pulses gliding from my core to my toes, and my limbs shaking. "Fuck," you moan as you pull back hard, stop, and then pull back on me again, and I feel your cock tighten before you shoot your hot spunk into me, your nails digging into my arse cheeks. I look back to watch your face. It's so hot to see how I've made you feel as you cum inside me, your body still shuddering with release as you pull back and wipe the rain from your face. I'm barely able to stand from the force of the fucking, but I manage to stumble to my coat and put it on as you get dressed. I feel the hot slick of your spunk running down my thighs as we push back through the thicket and out towards the road. It makes me giggle, and I lick my lips like a cat that's had all the cream it can handle. We reach my door and you smile before walking away. Turning back you say, "You know we're going to get caught doing that one of these rainy days." "Yeah but it will be worth it." I reply. ©KittyvonKlass Red Marks The Spot Cassie had one hobby in the last six months and that was to place herself in Will's path whenever humanly possible. She'd tried to make him jealous by showing up at social gatherings where she knew he would be. She hung all over her dates in front of him and she succeeded in scaring off several of his dates. The act was getting a little bit old. So when Will unlocked the door of the condo his firm owned and found her curled up on the couch, he wasn't really surprised. Her father warned him that she was planning on coming up to the mountains to entertain his client's wife that weekend. She'd built a fire. She cradled a glass of wine in one hand. A blanket covered her lap and a book was open beside her. Will doubted she had spent much time reading it. Cassie was intelligent enough to have read it. Will knew her attention span rarely lasted a book as thick as the one on the couch. Will took the scene in and ignored her for the moment. He stashed his luggage in the room furthest from the one she had taken. When he came back into the room, he intended to question her about why she was there and put an end to her games once and for all. Will was a partner in Cassie's father's firm. Her father promoted him two weeks after he had enough of Cassie and kicked her out of their apartment. She wanted a wedding and a husband that danced like a puppet on a string. She was spoiled and she knew it. Cassie liked to push the envelope with everyone and everything. Will knew exactly how far he could push her back and enjoyed pushing her one inch past that limit whenever he could. That was probably why she still wanted him. No one else in her life ever told her no. It was probably why her father made him a partner after he kicked out her. Will would have been fine just to leave it at that but he'd had had enough of her games. Will sat beside her on the couch and tossed the book she'd been reading aside. "Cass, what are you doing here?" He said. "I'm here to help you out the with client. I'll take his wife shopping and to the spa. You will have him all to yourself," she said. "There was really no need. Since when do you help with the firm anyway?" Will said. "Well, that's a fine thank you," Cassie answered. "Cass, this little act is not going to work, you know," Will said. "What do you mean?" Cassie said. "Cass, I could have come here with a woman," Will said. "You are here with a woman, Will," she said. "Cassie." Will said. "What Will?" she asked. "We're not getting back together. You are wasting your time," Will said. "We'll see, Will." Cassie said. Cassie tossed the blanket aside and stood up from the couch. She swayed over the to the fire and Will felt his mouth go a little dry. He watched as she grabbed a fireplace poker and shifted the logs on the fire. After tossing another log into the fire, she seemed satisfied. Only Will was not satisfied at all. He was, in fact, a little shocked. Although it was odd that Cassie actually knew how to tend a fire, that wasn't what threw him. What really got his attention was the burgundy sweater that reached just to her hips but not far enough to cover the only other piece of clothing she was wearing, a pair of white thong underwear. He was absolutely sure of the color. He got a real good look at the white stripe up her crack when she bent over to pick up the log and toss it into the fire. Until then, Will thought the only fire she had known how to make was the one in his pants. And she spent very little time tending that one when they had been together. She'd snatched up her wine glass and was sipping it in front of the fire with her back to him. Her hair was down that night. It had gotten a lot longer since they'd broken up. He never noticed because she always had it up in some proper manner. Her hair was thick and reached about half-way down her back. She was one of those blonds that had hair two shades lighter than honey and creamy skin she protected from the sun at all costs. Will walked over and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her holding her to him. To a casual observer, the embrace might have looked like that of a lover but in all actuality it was a captive embrace. Will was the captor who intended to hold Cassie to some answers. "What do you want Cassie?" Will demanded. "Oh Will, you know what I want," she answered. "Yeah I do, but I thought I made it pretty clear we're not going to go there again. I do not want to become Mr. Cassie, your puppet husband," Will said. "It doesn't have to be that way," she said. "Oh yeah?" Will asked. "You say that but I've seen your sister and her husband. And we’ve been down that road Cass. Yes, you are an incredibly beautiful woman and yes, I still want you but it would just be sex. Would you stand for that? Could you?" "That's fine with me. I just want you. Any way that I can have you," Cassie said. She leaned back into him. "Any way?" Will asked. "Oh yeah," she said. She stretched up on her tiptoes and ground her butt into his crotch. Will drew in a sharp breath. He wondered if he should hope that by her body language implied her actual intent or if she was just teasing him again. "Let me make myself clear, you want me any way that you can have me." Will asked her again. "Yes," Cassie said. She nodded and smiled at him over her shoulder. "And just that. You will be happy with just that?" Will said. He wasn't sure he believed what he was hearing. "Yes Will," she said. She turned around and faced him. "Well, we'll see about that. Let me know when you change your mind Cassie," Will whispered to her lips. He kissed her mouth hard. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her in the direction of the floor. "Get down on your knees," Will said. "What?" She looked up at him a little confused. "What for?" He raised his eyebrows in a challenge. Cassie rolled her eyes at him and dropped to her knees. He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her face to his crotch to give her an idea of what he wanted. She grinned at him and unbuckled his belt. With her teeth, she yanked the snap his pants open and pulled the zipper down. She pushed his pants down over his hips and to his knees. Her fingers crawled under the elastic band on his briefs and pulled them down to meet his pants at his knees. She took his hard cock in her hand and led him to her mouth. Will watched his cock as her lips closed around the head. Her blue eyes looked up to him as she sucked more of him into her mouth. Will held her head in his hands on either side of her face and guided his dick down her throat. She moaned and pushed a little against him but he ignored her. Her hair was silky soft on his hands as her mouth was around his cock. Cassie found her rhythm, sucking and cradling his cock with her tongue and then alternately she lost it again. Cassie's oral talents had never been anything to write home about. She had always been more interested in teasing and flirting than actually delivering what her body language promised. She'd never willingly gave him head while they were together and he could not ever remember a time when she'd swallowed. Most women swallowed at the beginning of a relationship, at least. But not Cassie. Even that night, Cassie's blow job sucked. And not in the way he wanted it to. Will decided that it was time he shifted gears on her. Will pulled her up to stand. She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Her arms circled his neck. Will kissed her briefly and slipped out of her arms. He kicked his pants and briefs off and went into his room and then to the kitchen. She heard the refrigerator door open and ice knocking against itself in the tray. He opened other cabinets. She picked up her wine glass and sipped. She smiled to herself and thought she finally had him where she wanted him. This smelled like a condom trip to her. When he started back into the room, she turned to him. "Stop. Turn and face the fire," Will said. "What?" she asked. "I said face the fire. Do not look over at me. Look down into the fire." Will said. "Alrighty, then " she snapped at him. She knew she sounded like a smart ass; it was something she prided herself on mastering. Will came up behind her and covered her eyes with a sleep mask. He pulled her hair from one side of her neck and nipped at her earlobe. He kissed her neck, his mouth cold from his drink and his breath smelling of whiskey. "You are so beautiful," Will told her. "Hmmm," she smiled. "And so spoiled," Will's tongue traced her ear. She smiled again. "If I remember correctly, Will, you liked spoiling me," she said. She laughed from deep in her throat and licked her lips. She actually managed to sound proud about it, like she was taunting him. "There is not much you can do about it at this point," she said. "No. But I can choose how I am going to spoil you." She felt him pull away. Will knelt down behind her. She heard the ice clink in his glass as he sipped his whiskey. She could feel the heat of his body behind her legs. Will pushed the sweater up out of his way. The sweater had only covered about two thirds of her ass. She had dressed, or rather didn't dress that way to tease him. And it worked. The heart shaped globes peaking out from under the crimson sweater appeared even creamier in contrast to the sweater's color. But what had inspired him to let her stay and not throw her out on her glorious ass was how her cheeks looked heavy, full and ripe falling out from under the edge her sweater. If Will thought about it, he might have realized the time and effort she put into that ass. He had known Cassie for years. He'd lived with her for the better part of two of those years. She spent hours per week on the stair master and the leg press at the gym. She spent an almost equal amount of time with her back to a full length mirror looking over her shoulder and lamenting over the round, full part of her ass that no leg press or stair master could defeat. It was lost on both of them that the part she hated most about her rear end was the part that still kept him up a night. It was the part that brought him back for more, even though he had sworn off of her altogether. Will's hands slid up her legs to rest on each of her cheeks. He squeezed them, pushing them together and then pulling them apart. "What??" Cassie started. "Shhhhh…" Will answered. He grabbed the thong underwear and peeled them down over her ass and down her legs. Then, he messaged the cheeks in circles, spreading her crack open and then squeezing her cheeks together again. "Bend forward a little bit, Cassie." Will told her. Cassie tried to accommodate him by leaning forward at the waist slightly. Will was not impressed with her paltry effort. "Hmm. I guess we'll work up to that." He said. When they'd broken up, their sex life had been a point of contention. She knew she'd been a little unwilling a lot of the time and she regretted that. "Hey, I did what you said…" Cassie started to complain when his next action stopped her short. Will pulled her cheeks wide and buried his face in her crack. His tongue was immediately on her asshole, probing gently and circling the outside rim. "Aaahhhh… oh Will." Cassie moaned. He'd never done anything like that to her before. Will sucked at the skin around her ass, still not entering it. He licked her ass along the crack and took one cheek in his mouth and began to suck. He nipped and sucked on her right cheek where it curved into her crack. He sucked and pulled the skin into his mouth and grazing his teeth over it creating a red splotchy hickey on her butt just to the right of her pink little rosebud. He knew that she would have a very hard time hiding this at the spa the next day, or worse explaining it to his client's wife. He slipped one hand through her legs to stroke the folds of her pussy and begin fingering her. When he was satisfied with one side he settled on her puckered little hole again, poking it with his tongue and sucking all around it. She moaned at this and arched her back. This opened her a little to him. This was what he was looking for before when he asked to bend over. He shifted his attention and gave her a matching hickey on her other cheek, to the other side of her puckered asshole When he was satisfied with his work he pressed her cheeks together again. She had a red spot marking the spot where her asshole was nestled between her cheeks. Will smiled to himself. Her ass was now like a painted target and Will intended to nail a bull's eye before they slept that night. "I am going to make your asshole as red as this hickey when I'm done fucking you," he said. He realized after the words were out that he had not meant to say them out loud. The idea turned him on so much and that the words just slipped out. "Oh Will, no!!" she said. "Not hickies. They're so trashy." Cassie sounded a truly disgusted. She stepped out away from him and turned around. "And not that, Will, " she quietly added and pushed the mask up to her forehead. "We talked about this before. I don't want you to fuck me there." Will rolled his eyes. That was just like Cassie to complain about the humidity but not the heat. She was so proper that the keeping him from giving her hickies was a priority over keeping him from ramming his cock into her virgin asshole. "Cassie, you said you wanted me any way that you could have me." Will reminded her. "And you said to let you know when I changed my mind," Cassie said. She took a step away from him and pulled her sweater down in vain. "Fine. Then, get out." Will said. "What? Now?" Cassie said. She sounded a little alarmed. "Yes. Now. But if you leave tonight, I am done with you. And I mean that," Will said. "But Will…" She whined. "I mean it. I am tired of these games Cassie," Will said. "And quit whining. I assure you, I have given you nothing to whine about tonight." She didn't answer and turned her back on him. He sat back on his heels and watched her standing there in that sweater that came down just past her hickies. This was typical Cassie behavior. She'd been teasing him since he met her and he was sick of it. "It looks like you have a decision to make, Cassie baby," Will said. Will got up and took his drink and his pants with him to his bedroom. Cassie appeared in the doorway a few minutes later. The sleep mask was still pushed up on her forehead, her arms crossed over her chest. "Okay," she said. Will kept unpacking. "Okay to what Cassie?" Will said. "Okay to whatever you want, Will," Cassie said. "Whatever? That's broad," Will said. "What do you want me to agree to?" Cassie said. "Well, what do you want to agree to? I think I made it clear what I want. Some time ago. No more games and bullshit. I am tired of you showing up wherever I am at and teasing me. If we're gonna fuck around Cass, we're gonna fuck. MY way and your way. Whatever that is." "Okay," she said a little shakily. "I want to stay. I want you, Will." Electricity shot through him. He knew it was hope and he wanted to hate that wild streak of weakness when it came to this woman. But he wasn't going to admit it. He'd wanted her spread open before him. Hell, he wanted her willing and unwilling. In his own way, he supposed that he actually loved her. But he wasn't going to admit that either. Cassie wrapped her arms around him from behind. He had his pants back on with his shirt untucked and his tie hanging loose around his neck. "I am staying Will. Tell me what you want," Cassie said. He reached for his whiskey and finished it off and gave her a side-glance over his shoulder. "Go over and get on the bed, Cassie." He told her. He shook his head in the direction of the king sized bed. She crawled onto the bed and sat there looking at him expectantly. "Put the mask back on Cass." He said. She did what he said. "Take the sweater off and lay on your stomach with your head on one of the pillows," Will told her. Cassie pulled off the sweater and tossed it to the floor. She situated herself on her stomach in the center of the bed. He admired her bare ass in the air with the hickies marking his space in the center. Will left her there. She heard him in the kitchen refilling his drink. Then she felt the bed shift under his weight. He straddled her legs and put his palms on her ass. She could feel that he was naked. The hair on his legs was course and masculine against her smooth skin. When he shifted his position she could feel his balls on the backs of her legs. He started on her ass where he had left off, deepening the red on each of her hickies. Then he quickly shifted to her puckered little opening. He knew that she was a virgin back there. When they dated before, he'd wanted to take her there but she had always been adamantly against it. Will sucked at the little wrinkles that joined in the center. He proceeded to attempt to trace each little wrinkle with his tongue to the apex. She started moaning at his administrations. He spread her ass wider and shoved his face in her crack. He shook his head as if the action would allow him deeper access. Then, he straightened his tongue and started to penetrate her ass. Cassie had always been a vocal lover. Even though this was new to her, her reaction was no different. She'd never had to ask Will to use his mouth to give her pleasure but this was entirely different. She moaned and made little sighing sounds as he worked her over. She pushed her ass back to him and he felt her tight little muscle was as relaxed as it could be. He slipped his hand under her and started to twirl a finger around her clit. Cassie's fingers dug into the bedspread and she pushed her ass back against his mouth. She cried out Will's name when she came with his fingers on her clit and his tongue pumping her ass. Will crawled up beside her. "You liked that. I know you did." He whispered into her ear. She didn't answer him. "Cass. Tell me you liked it when you came and my mouth was on your ass." He said. "Yeah. I liked it. That was fucking amazing Will." Cassie's voice was quiet, breathless. "You want me?" He asked. "Well, YEAH," She said with that smart ass tone in her voice. "You want me to fuck you in the ass, don't you Cassie?" Will said. "Yes." She said. He was lying beside her when she felt his fingers smear something cool and wet around her asshole. Then his fingers were gone, only to return to work themselves and whatever he was using into her tight little hole. She tried not to resist him but couldn't help it to some extent. It hurt and well, fingers just didn't normally go there. With the pain came the foreign sensation of being stretched where she was unused to it and excitement of his fingers invading her. He kept cramming his fingers into her ass over and over again. She could feel a wetness that didn't come from her in and around her ass. She knew he was putting something on her to make it easier for him to fuck her. Heat settled in her clit at the thought of being prepared for entry. "What is that?" she asked. Her head was turned toward him, even though she couldn't see anything. She felt his fingers on her lips. "Taste them and find out." Will said. "Will!!" Your fingers have been… " She couldn't finish. "They've been in your ass. If you want to know what I used to lube you up, then you need to suck my fingers." Will said. "But I…" she started and he pushed them into her mouth. "Suck them Cassie," he said. She could hear how excited he was. His voice was thick and low. Cassie realized something that day. She liked the feeling of power that came over her when she knew how turned on Will at just the idea of doing the things they were contemplating. She touched her tongue to his fingers. Red Marks The Spot "Ever seen Last Tango in Paris, Cass?" He asked. Will's voice got even lower. She shook her head no and began to lick his fingers. They tasted like butter and something else, something sharper. She knew that was what her asshole tasted like to Will. "Suck them clean Cass," Will said. She cradled his fingers in her tongue and sucked. He moaned. "Hold on Cass." He took back his fingers and moved away from her. She heard his glass tinkle. He was drinking. Then she felt something cold and wet at her asshole. "Oh my… ugh.. ahh." Cassie cried out. Will pressed an ice cube up into her ass. "Hold it there Cassie baby," Will said. "Let it melt inside you. Squeeze your ass around it while it melts. You'll like it." The sensation and ice melting in her ass was like having to pee and not having to all at the same time. She felt like she did the moment before every orgasm when she never quite knew what to do with herself. The ice was tightening her loose muscles and making her desperate for him to put his tongue or his fingers right back in there. She knew he was going to push his cock up into her. And now that she could really feel the spot where his cock would be, she wanted him to hurry. "Will, fuck my ass. Please," Cassie said. She arched her back and moved her butt a little as if beckoning to him, while still trying to hold onto the ice cube. Now that she was asking him to do it, Will could barely make up his mind how he wanted to proceed. He thought long and hard about what position he wanted her in when first entered her virgin ass. He knew he was going to start from behind, but he couldn't decide if he wanted her flat on her stomach or kneeling with her legs and ass all spread for him. He knew that it would hurt more the first way. She had been such a pain in his ass for such a long time. When he took aim at that target on her ass and fucked her little asshole, wanted to hurt her a little. Will straddled her upper legs. He took his cock in his hand and coated it with butter. He would find some other lubricant for the rest of the weekend. He never dreamed she would let him do this and was caught completely unprepared. Ever since he had seen Last Tango when he was a teenager, he had wanted to do this to a woman. He led his cock to the red spot on her cheeks. He split them with the rounded head of his cock and started to breach her ass. Cassie cried out as he moved into her tight passage. He did not pause but kept a long straight path up her canal, right on target. As he got deeper inside her, he settled himself on her back and slid between her legs. When his cock was buried as much as the position allowed, he started to talk to her. "Do you like it Cass?" Will said trying to keep control. "Um, no.. yes… Ow. No." Cassie moaned. "Aww. Baby. But you feel so good," Will said. "Will, it hurts…." She whined. "Give it a minute," Will said. "You'll get used to it, baby." "Oh,… ahh," Cassie whined and whimpered. Her ass felt full of his cock. He had completely replaced the itchy sensation of the ice cube. She gripped at him with her muscles, squeezing and releasing, trying to get comfortable with him lodged in her ass. The action was like an erotic tuning fork that resonated through her. And those sounds poured out of Cassie's mouth. The constriction and her moaning drove Will to start pumping in and out. "Ahhhh." She whined. "That's it baby," Will said. "Relax and fuck me back sugar." She cried out more and moved with him. "That's it baby, fuck me with that ass. Let me hear you Cassie," Will groaned. "Ah ah ahh.,.. Will… Fuckkk.. ahhh," she moaned. "You like it baby. Admit it," Will's own voice was strained. Will's strokes quickened and he started to pick up the rhythm. "Ugh.. ugh.. ugh…" Cassie grunted as she tried to meet him. Will spread her legs wider. "Pull your knees up a little baby," Will said. "I'll help you." He walked both of them up onto their knees while remaining deeply imbedded in her ass. Cassie got up on her elbows and Will pushed her knees up and apart so her ass was high and spread. This position allowed him deeper access and he sunk into his cock into her to the hilt. "Ahhh…" Cassie said. "Is that it? Are you all the way in?" "Oh yeah, Cass." Will said. Will started to fuck her again. His rhythm was hard and fast. Both of them were concentrating on the sensations and the sounds in the room dwindled down to the slapping thud of his balls and thighs against her thighs and pussy. When Cassie started to whine and cry out, Will egged her on. "That's it baby. I knew you would like this." Will said. As his fucked her ass harder, she had to brace herself and gave over to grunting. Will grasped her hips and stopped occasionally to see how red her ass was. "It's almost as red as the hickies, Cass." Will told her as one point. He would pull out of her and then enter her again. He wanted to keep doing it over and over again but the tight rim of her ass gripping the head of his cock almost made him cum. He had to hold back a couple times. At one point, Will withdrew and pulled Cassie down in front of him and pulled off the mask. Spooning on their sides, he coached her to bend one leg at the knee. He pulled her hand back and together they guided his cock back into her ass. He fucked her slowly and deeply, his finger on her clit, and her ass back up tight against his cock. She grasped backward to his hips to pull him in closer. His thrusts were slow, deep and determined and Cassie found his rhythm and met him. "Are you close?" Will asked, his words tight. "Yeah. Oh yeah," Cassie said. "Cum now baby," Will said. "Cum for me." When Will's cock finally twitched in her backside and he cried out, Cassie's own cries nearly drowned him out. Her head was thrown back on his shoulder when she came. Her focus was scattered between the instantaneous tightening of the muscles in her ass around his cock and the sensation of Will's cock shooting cum in her ass. Will had wanted her to cum as close to him as possible. He wanted her to associate a mind-blowing orgasm with his cock buried deep in her ass. And that was exactly what Cassie thought of the next day after a half hour on the stair-master when she stood looking over her shoulder at her ass in the bathroom mirror. Her finger circled the hickies for all of three seconds before she was through the door looking for Will and another stick of butter. Red Molly and the Lycra Clad Heroes "You are kidding?" I shouted at the van driver as he walked to his vehicle; "Seriously...you are just leaving them there?" He continued ignoring me even though I had my hands on my hips and I was tapping my foot on the pavement, to show him that I was really angry. "At least have the courtesy to bloody answer me!" My blood was boiling as he slammed the back doors closed and twisted the handle confirming it was locked, then started walking towards the cab, where his colleague was sitting with a smirk as wide as a river was already sitting. Just as I was contemplating leaping on his back and tearing what was left of his hair out; two multi-coloured Lycra clad super-heroes on racing bikes arrived on the scene. "What's the problem?" The taller of the two asked as he dismounted. "Hey! Bollocks...he's talking to you!" The other one shouted at the driver as he gracefully jumped off his bike and rested it against the wall and went to grab the driver in one fluid movement. The van driver pushed his hand away and clambered into his cab and immediately locked the door before revving the engine and driving away as the young man banged on the side of the van shouting; "You fat fucking prick...come back here!" I was fuming and fighting back tears as the tall young man peeled off his sporty wraparound sunglasses and unclipped his helmet. "Are you okay?" he asked as he tenderly touched my shoulder. It took a few seconds before I recognised him as one of my new neighbours. "Yes...yes...thanks." I stammered and sighed before waving my hands to my left; "he was delivering these drawers and things; but they refused to carry them up the stairs unless I paid them £20." The other cyclist, standing in front of me had now removed his glasses and cycling helmet and he too was a neighbour; probably flat mates I guessed; but I wasn't sure as I'd only moved in six weeks previously and while I had seen them both to say hello to; we had been like 'ships in the night' hardly ever seeing each other; or my other neighbours either. "I'm Lee." The shorter, stockier exotic looking guy held his hand out, and before I could take it the other nudged him in the shoulder, making him stumble. "Sorry about him, I'm Grant." The taller guy laughed as he shook my hand. "We live in number 2. You are on the top floor aren't you?" "Twat!" Lee whispered as he softly kneed his friend in the thigh. "Yes." I sighed again and looked forlornly at the wardrobe and three sets of drawers. "Oh God!" I gasped and shook Grant's large hand, which completely dwarfed mine. "I'm Molly...sorry...but..." "Don't worry Molly," Grant smiled; "give us a couple of minutes to put these away and put some trainers on and we will carry them up for you." "Will we now?" Lee curled his lip and playfully frowned. "No...no...no...no." I gasped, "I will ring my Dad...he was going to visit tomorrow anyway." "Only kidding!" Lee laughed and curled his tattooed musclebound arm around my shoulders and squeezed me against his chest. "Two minutes and we'll be back." The next I knew was their cycling shoes were click-clacking on the concrete as they pushed their bikes into the block of flats. I composed myself and; as good as their word they returned in only a few minutes still wearing their Lycra kit and now wearing trainers. "You lead the way." Grant winked; "and we will follow." The two (quite hunky) young men effortlessly lifted the wardrobe, and as I held the door open Lee accidentally brushed past me; bumping my boobs with his arm; for which he apologized (with a big grin on his face). "After you then." Grant repeated. It was only as I made my way up the second flight of stairs that I remembered that the short skirt I was wearing was quite flared; which may have allowed them a peak at my knickers. Although I've always been a flirt and attention seeker events over the last year damaging my self-confidence and only recently; especially since I moved into the flat, was it starting to slowly come back. "What the Hell!" I thought; and even began to discretely wiggle my hips as I proceeded up the ancient staircase. By the time I reached the top floor I was about 8 steps ahead of them, which was possibly deliberate on their part so they could see up my skirt; the rascals, and when I went to open the door I accidentally dropped my keys. By now I was beginning to feel quite mischievous and bent to pick them up, but with straight legs making my skirt rise even higher up my thighs, possibly as far as my knickers...who knows? "Wahay!" Lee quietly chuckled "Red hair and black nylon; my favourite colour scheme!" So I presumed he had seen something that he liked. Once inside the flat they placed the wardrobe in my son's room and went back to make another couple of journeys. Even though they looked like gym bunnies (their powerful and well defined muscles were a giveaway) by the time Lee and Grant arrived with the last set of drawers they were glowing with sweat and their cycling tops were unzipped down to the navel exposing even more taught muscles and tattoos. Myself; I was drinking my second glass of wine and was starting to have naughty thoughts. "Thanks guys...really, I mean it...thanks. I really don't know how to thank you properly." I smiled playfully; "Do you want a beer? I think I've got a couple in the fridge." "I suppose a beer will do." Lee pulled a mock grimace and I wagged a finger in his direction to admonish him. When I returned from the kitchen they were sitting on the sofa so I had to lean forward to hand them the cans; making my scoop neck vest fall forward and they got a good look at my pink bra and boobs. As they opened their beer I stepped back and sat on the arm of the chair with another glass of wine. "So," I asked, "what's it like living here?" It turned out that they had only moved in a few months ago after leaving University; both were engineers and Lee was half English and half Chinese; hence him looking quite exotic. They didn't have girlfriends but Grant winked that 'it didn't mean they went without' to which I admonished him with another wagged finger. After a while Grant asked if the furniture was for my son; who he'd seen with me a couple of times. "Yes," I replied, explaining that he was visiting his Dad for the first time in a month at his Grandparents house and would be away until Sunday evening. By the time I refreshed their beer we were flirting quite outrageously especially when I asked about their tattoos which necessitated Lee pulling his Lycra top down to his waist so I could see that his back and chest were absolutely covered in Oriental art. This led to me getting the opportunity to compare the muscles on their arms and even thighs. I was trembling with excitement as I stood between them and ran my fingers along their arms, down their stomachs and finally across their powerful thighs. Not that I hadn't noticed them before because the lycra shorts left nothing to the imagination; but being this close I wasn't sure if Glen wasn't hiding a banana down his pants, as his bulge looked enormous and Lee's wasn't too shabby either. Eventually the conversation drifted away and I went on to explain that we'd been living with my own parents for a few months after my husband had 'gambled away the family home.' As I spoke the last sentence I raised my left hand and stared tearfully at the wedding ring that was still on my third finger. "Life moves on!" Grant raised his can then startled me by calling out; "Fuck your ex...Fuck him!" "Yeh!" Lee called out, "Fuck him!" and raised his can in salute. I raised my own glass and whispered, "f..fff...fuck him." As you can tell I'm not a shy bairn but of all my faults I don't have a potty mouth; I keep that sort of language for the bedroom. "What was that?" Lee mocked me and cupped his ear, "we can't hear you!" I took a deep breath and screamed "Fuck him...Fuck HIM... FUCK HIM!" Then rolled, giggling like mad as my legs went in three separate directions and my skirt ending up around my waist as I fell backwards into the chair. I was obviously a bit drunk and apologized for embarrassing them (as if!) and offered them the last two cans of beer from the fridge. They accepted enthusiastically. "Please God will they get the message and one of them pisses off!" I thought as I filled my wine glass and took the last two cans of beer out of the fridge. It had been nearly nine months since I'd last had sex and that hadn't been a particularly memorable experience; and what with all of my recent problems even masturbation hadn't been an option until last week; and that had only been because I was worried that it might have healed over with lack of use. Now being in a confined space with two hunky young gym bunnies was having a profound effect on me and I definitely had that special tingling feeling between my legs and was sneakily rubbing my thighs together to try and placate my 'itch' when I closed the fridge door and turned around. "Oh." Was all I could say as Glen and Lee, arms folded and smirks on their faces blocked the door frame. "We've been talking about how you can 'really thank us'." Glen winked. "Have you now." I responded; but couldn't take my eyes from the even larger bulges that were now poking out from the front of their Lycra shorts. Lee stepped forward and took the beer from me, placing the cans on the worktop next to my wine glass. Without a word he slid a hand around my waist and pulled me to him before bending forward and kissing me. A great big full-on, tongues and all, passionate kiss. When he broke off I was standing on tip toes gasping for air and my head and stomach were doing cartwheels. His free hand was now pulling the straps of my top and bra down my arm until he had to tug them past my elbow, making a boob pop out of the cup. I did nothing to stop him as he manfully lifted me by the waist and bent forward to suck on my stiff pink nipple. The grinning Grant was now hovering over me and soon leant forward to kiss me as passionately as his friend had done. As our tongues were wrestling I felt his huge hand glide up my skirt and thigh until he was cupping an arse cheek; which he began to wobble and shake. At this stage I should tell you that I'm 36, 5 feet two inches tall, have bright ginger hair and even for my size have an hour glass figure - 32-28-33. Glen must be 6 feet tall, tousle haired and built like a boxer and Lee was Anglo-Chinese with short jet black hair, a couple of inches shorter but much broader across the chest - a real muscleman. Both had legs like ham-shanks from the gym and cycling. Now more confident and with less ceremony Lee tugged my the straps down my other arm until my bra was around my waist and both men suckled on my heaving breasts as one caressed and squeezed my arse as the other stroked my bubbling pussy and pubes through my knickers. Panting heavily Lee looked me dead in the eye but spoke to Glen; "Come on man; let's go into the bedroom." Without a word Glen took his hands off me and began walking out of the kitchen followed by Lee. I remained where I was; shaking with excitement and possibly fear. "Come on." Lee grunted. "I...I...I've...never done...anything...like this before." I stammered and covered my boobs with my arm "you know...with...more than...one...you know...two guys." "There's a first time for everything; isn't there?" He laughed as he scooped me up into his huge arms and carried me into my spartan bedroom, where he deftly lay me on the bed. "Come on Red," Grant chuckled as he kicked off his trainers and peeled his tight shorts and briefs down his powerful legs. "One favour deserves another, now doesn't it? And the way you've been staring at our dicks tells me you are fucking gagging for it!" When he stood up his cock sprang to attention. He was completely hairless which made his cock look absolutely massive as it pointed directly at me. I stared at it for a good 30 seconds when I realized that Lee was now behind me and unfastening my bra which he discarded onto the bedroom floor; then as he began pulling my top upwards I raised my arms to help; then, when I dropped them back down my right hand landed on his cock. "Oh my God!" I gasped as my arm recoiled like a snake which made him laugh as he pushed me on my back and tugged my skirt off, throwing it across the room, leaving me in just my black nylon panties which were now glued to my pussy and the wet patch was patently obvious. Both men were now kneeling either side of me rubbing my tits as their cocks jutted out like lances. I tentatively stroked Grant's dick, making him sigh as Lee took my hand and placed it on his red hot poker. As I curled my fingers around his shaft my eyes nearly popped out of my head as there was still as much cock poking out either side of my hand as I began slowly wanking it. Feeling left out I guess Grant bent forward and robbed his cock across my face until I opened my mouth and let him guide it in. Within seconds he was rocking backwards and forwards fucking my mouth. If my pussy was bubbling over earlier it felt like I was peeing myself now and my knickers were sticking to me as love juice oozed out and down my thighs. Grant now had a handful of hair and was panting, "Suck it Molly, and suck it good!" I responded by doing just that...sucking my first dick in over a year and only the third in twelve years. It felt fucking amazing as his knob filled my mouth while I licked the tip and breathed through my nose while trying to suck it out of its root. My hand slipped off Lee's whopper as he lay down beside me and pushed his hand between my legs. "Fucking Hell mate!" He laughed loudly; "Get a feel of her cunt; it's like she's sat on a fucking jelly!" Lee shuffled down the bed until his head was between my thighs, still stroking my pussy through my panties, which made me shiver. Next he curled his finger inside the gusset and pulled it to one side exposing my hairy slit to his young eyes. As Grant began forcing his rod down my throat I felt Lee's breath on my pussy, then his tongue gliding up and down my labia, which was tingling like it had been stung by nettles. His face was soon buried in my hole, with his tongue slurping at my clit while his fingers began probing my hot pussy. Even though my brain was spinning with excitement I still felt like a wanton slut as I deep throated a young dick while his friend licked out my sopping cunt. As his tongue skimmed around my hole and buzzed across my engorged clit a long finger slid inside my slit and nearly took my breath away; seconds later a second and a third joined it; and it didn't take long for a wandering finger to tickle my other hole. That area had always been out of bounds during my marriage but when that first stiff digit stroked the entrance I nervously shuffled my hips and arse to give him easier access. I was panting like crazy as my pussy was being stretched in all directions and Lee slowly buried his finger deep inside my arse, making me gasp and when he began pressing against the membrane that separates both holes it made my stomach feel like it was on the spin cycle. My first orgasm of the afternoon wasn't far away as Lee began chewing and licking my clit while his fingers twisted my cunt and arsehole in three different directions and Grant held my head as he slowly fucked my throat. When I came it felt like I was having a convulsion; but the two horny guys kept licking and fucking until I had a second orgasm, a minute or so later. I was now in a blur but recognised Lee's voice as he told his friend; "My turn now for a gobble." And my head was pulled into his crotch were it was met by that fucking huge dick. Without a second though I grasped and pulled his foreskin back and began showering his velvet rim with kisses before placing my other hand on the shaft and frantically wanked it into my mouth making him purr like a kitten. As I sucked his huge dong they were both still fingering my pussy and arsehole; at one stage it felt like I had three fingers or more in my puss and it certainly felt like they were both trying to get a finger into my arse hole at the same time. "She looks so fucking innocent; but what a fucking dirty cocksucker!" Lee cackled; "I've always wanted to shag a MILF," "I can't believe the dirty fucker likes it up the arse," "Married ones always make the best fucks" and "It's like she hasn't had a fuck in a year!" filled the air as my nipples were now being nipped and tugged too; I was in Seventh Heaven. I hardly noticed as Grant pulled my knickers off; but I was well aware as he lifted my legs up and his thick cock slid into my well fingered cunt. It was fucking mind blowing as I frantically wanked Lee's cock while sucking his knob as Grant banged my cunt like a steam hammer until I felt him stiffen; gasp and then my cunt filled with spurt after spurt of his hot young spunk. As he gritted his teeth I could feel him forcing the last dollops out, as deep as possible in my pussy. Lee rolled back as Grant eased his softening dick out of my hot hole; then grunted; "Get on your hands and knees." Before I was unceremoniously rolled onto my stomach and roughly pushed and pulled into the desired position. As I got comfortable on my knees and elbows I was aware of Grant's warm milk dribbling down my thighs. It didn't put Lee off as he gripped my hip with one hand and guided his long knob into the entrance of my stretched twat; then with one almighty thrust he filled me, like nothing else had in my life. "Oh shit!" I gasped as he pulled all 7 inches out then - bang- back in again, "Shit...shit...SHIT!" I squealed as the exotic looking young man fucked me like a porn star; slapping my arse and grabbing my swinging tits; tugging and pulling my long nipples while spanking me. I was in another world when I felt Grant grab my hair and lift my head until he pushed his stinky, sticky cock into my mouth. My inner slut was definitely out of the box now and I began licking as much spunk and pussy juice off as his friend fucked me ragged; until the pace got too fast and with a deep guttural grunt he shot what felt like another huge load of spunk into my once married cunt. We all collapsed into a heap; and as soon as I caught my breath I slid onto Lee's stomach and licked every last lump of warm spunk off his gnarly shaft; even lifting it up so I could get at the bits stuck to his bald scrotum. Giggling I cupped his balls and began giving him a slow and sexy blow job as Grant slid his fingers between my arse cheeks and pushed a couple of fingers into my once tight pussy and when I moved position and opened my legs further another finger slid straight up my arse too making it tingle again and me purr as I made Lee's cock nice and hard. Once his cock was hard enough I pushed Lee onto his back and asked Grant to stop fingering me (a sentence I never expected to utter), and then I mounted the oriental stallion. "Oh my God!" I sighed as I puffed my cheeks out while inch after inch of solid young cock slowly filled my pussy. "Jeeeeeesus Chriiist!" I gasped when it bottomed out and my squishy fanny lips pressed against his skin. My breasts now heaving and sweat was running down my back as I slowly slid back up and then dropped down again; panting for breath on each stroke. Lee held his strong arms out and cupped my boobs; supporting me as I gradually began fucking him faster and faster. The feeling of my spunk filled cunt sliding up and down his pink pole was breathtaking and I thought my eyes might pop out of my head when he started thrusting upwards on my down strokes. Being quite young and having already deposited a big load of gunk inside me only a few minutes ago I took full advantage of the situation and had the fuck of my life; cumming another twice; much to their amusement. Red Molly and the Lycra Clad Heroes After my second orgasm Grant; who had been watching proceedings and stroking his dick stood up and moved behind me, while I lay slumped on top of Lee; who was still slowly fucking me. "I hope there's room for another one." Grant laughed as I felt his warm hands on my arse cheeks. "As long as it's a little one!" Lee laughed. But it felt anything but 'a little one' as Grant poked his fat knob against my arse hole; which was still greasy from the copious amount of spunk and my own pussy juices. With hardly any effort his thick cock stretched the rim and 'whoosh' his cock slid straight up my chute. "Oh God!" I moaned as my stomach went into the spin cycle again. The pain was excruciating but incredibly sexy at the same time as they filled my two most intimate places at the same time. Tears were running down my cheeks and I was biting my bottom lip as Grant wrapped his arms around me and filled his hands with my wobbly tits as he slowly fucked my arse in unison with his flat mate who was now fucking me faster and harder than before. I was absolutely helpless and in second Heaven as both boys fucked me ragged with barely a sound from any of us, apart from animalistic grunts and groans. With my face buried in Lee's shoulder I soon lost track of time and it must have been five minutes or more of the most basic raw sex before I heard Grant gasp, "I'm ready to shoot again; do you fancy giving her a facial?" "Yeh;" Lee groaned; "That will be cool." Without asking my opinion Grant slowly pulled his fat cock out of my arse; leaving it feeling empty and stinging like Hell as Lee rolled me over onto my back. My two lovers then knelt either side of my head and began frantically wanking their cocks inches above my glowing face. My eyes were out on stalks when I saw the first pearl drop appear on Grants piss-hole and when he took hold of my jaw and "open your fucking mouth!" I very nearly came on the spot. It took another minute for Grant to shoot the first dollop of spunk; which splashed across my nose, the second hit me on the eyebrow, before he leaned forward and pushed his cock between my lips to squeeze the last remnants into my mouth. As I was trying not to gag I heard Lee groan and gasp; "Holy Fuck!" Then jet after jet of hot cream landed on my face and in my mouth. His cum tasted fucking delicious - very salty and hot. Both Lee and Grant were giggling as they pushed their shrinking knobs into my mouth at the same time and I duly obliged by tickling their tips with my tongue as I squashed their balls. Eventually sated; both guys lay beside me casually stroking my tits and pubic hair until Grant looked at my bedside clock and made some excuse about having to go as he was meeting some friends. It was probably for the best; but at Lee's instigation we exchanged phone numbers after I made them promise that this had been a moment of madness and certainly would never be repeated again and they were not to tell a sole. Both young men agreed; theatrically crossing their hearts for confirmation. That was three months ago and just after midnight there was a knock on my door. Only wearing my dressing gown I looked through the spy hole to see a drunken Grant waving a bottle of wine. Since then not a Friday or Saturday has gone by without one or both of them fucking me six ways sideways; getting me to dress up in sexy lingerie; use sex toys, experiment with light bondage and the night they brought a girlfriend around will have to wait for another time. Red Mustang Winding down from a tense business meeting, I sat in my car eating a fresh sandwich from the farmer's market I had stopped at on the way home. I was experiencing the release and wind-down that comes from completing something difficult. It was an early Fall day and the sun was warm as it passed through the sun roof, the food was delicious, and I found a radio station that was actually playing music instead of advertising. I had just about finished my sandwich, when a red mustang pulled into the lot and parked in front of me. The doors opened to let out two women with a young girl. The young mother was driving and helped her little girl from the back seat. From the passenger side emerged an elegant lady that looked to be in her mid-forties. I assumed it was three generations from the same family although the passenger seemed too young to have a grandchild already. She sent her daughter and granddaughter ahead while she stayed back at the car. I was admiring her figure, which looked great in her knee-length black skirt and tight red sweater. She stood about 5'-4" with shoulder length black hair and just enough make-up and jewelry on to indicate a careful attention to her appearance. I couldn't believe my luck as she reached back through the open window to retrieve something from her purse. My heart rate increased immediately upon seeing her emerge with a leather cigarette case. I have to explain that I have a smoking fetish. Ever since I was old enough to like girls, I have been attracted to women who smoke. I'm not sure if that was because most of the neighborhood mothers smoked or some sort of oral fixation, but now it seemed hard-wired in me. She proceeded to unfasten the clasps and pulled out a long 120mm cigarette which she eagerly lit with a thin gold lighter from the front of the case. She immediately took three long drags holding the smoke in her mouth before letting it stream out above her head. It must have been a long car ride without her being able to smoke. Although I find myself painfully shy in new situations, I knew that I must speak to her or I would regret it forever. After watching transfixed for a few more puffs, I summoned my courage and decided to approach her before her companions returned. Her beautiful green eyes made contact with mine upon hearing the car door close. I gave her my best friendly smile and made some inane comment about the nice weather and enjoying the sunlight. She agreed and made an apology for fouling the fresh air with her smoke. I laughed and replied, "It doesn't bother me at all. In fact I was just getting out to tell you that I think you have an elegant style and look very attractive smoking." I believe I actually saw her blush a little as she gave me an appreciative grin. "These days, that's not a very popular opinion as smokers are banished to the outside to enjoy a cigarette." That has been a godsend for smoking fetishists like me as I get treated to groups of smokers huddled outside their office buildings. I let her know that I found it alluring and that "I've always been enchanted by beautiful women who smoke." This time I knew I saw her blush as she flashed a full smile while doing a mock curtsy and declaring in a southern-belle imitation, "Why thank you, sir. I do feel mighty flattered." For the next few minutes, we made some small talk about the farmer's market and she explained that her daughter had stopped for a Halloween pumpkin. All the while, she continued to take regular pulls from her cigarette and seemed to be playfully putting on a show for me. I was thoroughly enjoying it and desperately trying to think of a way I could extend this conversation. I explained that I was in the area on business about once a month and played my gambit by asking her, "Next time I'm in town, may I take you out for lunch?" She seemed to be enjoying the attention and the effect she was having on me, but demurred on the lunch offer as she didn't really know me. As she was crushing out her cigarette under her black pump, her daughter arrived back at the car. She introduced me and I said hello and bent down to say hello to her granddaughter and complimented her for picking out what must be the best pumpkin in the whole market. She giggled and proceeded to hop into the car. I gave it one last shot by slipping my new acquaintance a business card as I shook her hand goodbye. I let her know that I would really like to get to know her better and that if she was at all interested to give me a call so we could chat more. I didn't expect to ever see her again and I felt a twinge of heartache as I pulled back out onto the highway. I congratulated myself for a least making an effort and getting a chance to talk to such an attractive woman. I vowed to forget about the encounter and continue on with my life as usual. About two and a half weeks later, I nearly drove off the road when I answered my cell phone and heard a voice say, "Hi Steve, it's Laura." For the next fifteen minutes I was transported back to that farmer's market while traffic whizzed past as I sat on the shoulder of the road. She said that it took her a while to call because her daughter thought I was some sort of stalker and "forbid" her to even think about calling me. Laura didn't throw away my business card and found herself thinking about our encounter at odd times. She appreciated my candor about her smoking and was intrigued enough by my personality to want to learn more. I assured her that my attraction was genuine and that I was not some sex-crazed pervert out to do her harm. We made a "phone date" for the following Friday, where we both would have more time to talk. From the beginning our conversations flowed easily and were filled with laughter. I learned that she had been divorced for four years. She admitted that one of the main reasons is that her husband had quit smoking and became one of those rabid anti-smoking ex-smokers who feel that everyone should quit now because they did. This treatment highlighted his controlling attitude and she found that he had very little interest or concern for her or her thoughts or desires. Although I was about ten years younger than Laura, I confessed that I too had gone through a divorce where it was surprising to find how little my partner cared for me. The frequency and length of our phone calls increased over the next month. Topics of conversation were varied and began to include the discussion of sexual experience and preferences. We talked in depth about my smoking fetish and she surprised me by asking questions and trying to understand it. Some of our talks got quite steamy and we kidded that this had become a "1-900-fone-sex" line. My December business trip was coming up soon and I was ecstatic when she agreed to meet for lunch. We agreed to meet at 2:00pm for a late lunch and, partially to appease her daughter, at a popular chain restaurant near one of the mall complexes. She looked ravishing in a white holiday sweater with a corduroy red skirt and high-heeled black boots. She was already seated in the smoking section when I joined her. I kissed her on the cheek, enjoying a nice whiff of perfume, before taking my seat opposite her. It didn't feel awkward at all but rather like meeting an old friend you hadn't seen in awhile. Of course, the sexual tension was palpable and kept us on edge as we talked. The ashtray was empty, but her cigarette case sat on the table. She looked directly at me and winked as she asked if I minded that she smoked. I stammered out some lame response as she drew out a cigarette and handed me the lighter. My hand was shaking as she steadied the flame to light the tip. I sat mesmerized as she drew in the smoke and let it cloud between us as she exhaled—all the while never losing eye contact. My erection pressed hard against the fly of my trousers as she expertly teased me with her smoking technique. Luckily our meals came before I exploded right there in my seat. As we ate and talked, it seemed natural for our hands to find each other and feel the heat of the attraction. After the meal, we enjoyed another drink while she continued to perform her magic with the smoke and her style. Her foot found its way out of her boot and up my leg until I could feel her toes gripping at my erection. I knew that I would have a stain from a puddle of pre-cum on my pants if I didn't stop her. I managed to shift her foot to the side and massaged her sole through the stockings that she wore. That seemed to even the playing field a little as she relaxed back into the booth and let out a little moan. As she lit one last cigarette before our final bill came, my fingers worked their way along her heel to her ankles and calves. She seemed to relish the attention and we spent a few moments in silence with her gently puffing on her cigarette and me doing my best to attend to any part of her leg I could reach. On the way out, she ducked into the ladies room for a few moments. When she emerged, she whispered into my ear that she would follow me to my hotel room, before I even had the chance to offer! As we split to go to our cars, she again pulled me close and slipped something into my hand. "By the way, this is the effect your little massage was having on me." As I realized that it was a moist pair of red lace panties that she must have removed in the ladies room, my knees went weak, but I managed to get us both to the hotel. We nearly ran through the lobby on our way to the elevator. As the doors closed, I pressed her against the back of the cab while kissing her as deeply as I could. The taste of the alcohol and smoke on her tongue filled my senses and it seemed only a second had passed before we had risen the seven levels to my floor. The cough of another guest brought us out of our reverie and we just laughed as we tore past him on our way to my room. I sat Laura down on the bed opposite the chair. I pulled her booted foot up into my lap and did my best to remain in control of my fingers as I eased the zipper down and slid the boot down her calves. After removing the other boot, I stood up to help her out of her sweater. Her ample bosom looked delectable in a red push-up bra that matched the panties that she had shared with me at the restaurant. Next, she said it was her turn, as her manicured fingers found their way to my belt and then my zipper. She moaned her approval as my pants slid to the floor and she could clearly see the outline of my cock straining against the fabric. She unbuttoned my shirt and stood to pull it from my shoulders. Her mouth sought out mine as my fingers found their way to the clasp holding her bra on. I lowered my head and kissed each breast as it was exposed, licking my way around her areolas and gentle sucking on her nipples. My hands made their way to her hips and the skirt she wore soon lay at her ankles as I pushed her back upon the mattress. I knelt in front of her and kissed my way down her chest to her abdomen and then down to her inner thighs. I inhaled deeply taking in her musky aroma before running my tongue across her lips to take my first taste. She had her bush carefully trimmed to a nice triangle and it made it easy to probe her folds as I licked to find her clitoris. I continued to kiss, lick, and massage her for the next few minutes as her breathing became deeper and she began to arch her hips and push against me. I sucked on her clit as she shuddered in orgasm and used my hands to spread that feeling across her thighs and torso. After she regained her composure a bit, Laura sat up and directed me back to the chair opposite the bed. She hooked her fingernails underneath the waistband of my briefs and slid them over my hard-on. She licked some pre-cum from the tip of my cock and let a thread dangle between us as she looked into my eyes and smiled. She proceeded to swirl her tongue around scooping up all of the wetness. What she did next will remain engrained in my memories and will forever flood my fantasy bank. While holding onto my dick with one hand she reached into her purse and withdrew her cigarette case. She continued to watch me as she placed a cigarette in her lips and flicked her lighter. My cock throbbed hotly in her hand and she knew that she had me under her spell. I watched enthralled as she took a drag on her cigarette and engulfed me. Wispy tendrils of smoke escaped from the corners of her mouth as her hot moist breath exhaled around the shaft. This was to be my first "smoky blowjob" and led to an intense orgasm that shot up from my cock head in hot arcs to splash across my chest. After our initial orgasms, we took some time to acquaint each other with our bodies and after a while, she smoked another cigarette to get me erect again. This time we shared the pleasure, as I slid inside her and began a slow deliberate thrusting rhythm. Our lovemaking would last the rest of the afternoon until we finally fell asleep in exhaustion. When we awoke, we realized that it was getting late and that we were both famished. We decided to end our day together the way it had begun--by returning to the restaurant where we had met for some much needed nourishment.