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Lily desperately needed cock this evening.
The craving took a hold of her suddenly, and she decided to stop sulking and mourning and head out on the prowl.
Go and get fucked, Lily Larkin!
Her sister Irma was concerned about her being alone tonight, but Lily had a plan.
At a nightclub she hadn’t been to in years, she found her prey—two lovely young men in white dress shirts swaggering about the club. No doubt they were here hunting for ditzy chicks in their twenties. There were plenty of those in tight jeans or tight minidresses.
Lily’s baggy jeans may not have been the sexiest outfit, but the form-fitting black sweater gave her bouncing breasts an inviting silhouette. The boys zeroed in on her as she danced in her black gladiator sandals. They couldn’t resist a buxom MILF like her, all alone and unprotected by other girlfriends, ready and willing to drink and dance.
Ooh, come and get it, boys, she thought.
She was in heaven. Music was pounding her brain, keeping the stress out. Lights were flashing everywhere. And two boys with heavy erections were grinding up on her as they danced on the dance floor in a sexy sandwich.
Lance was in front, staring at her chest, but he was only touching her waist, her shoulders, her arms.
She was bolder, putting her hands on his chest and sliding down to his erection to squeeze it before throwing her arms up in the air again.
Ray was behind, his hands on her hips, keeping his erection locked against her ass, dancing in unison with her and yelling, “Fuck yeah!”
Lance was running his fingers through her hair and staring at her lips like he wanted to eat her up.
She licked her lips and got closer to him, teasing a kiss before pulling back and whipping her hair around to the music.
Ray wasn’t dancing as much as he was dry humping her right on the dance floor and panting in her ear.
She pushed them away, turned around, spread her feet, and started twerking her ass, a little trick she had picked up watching young girls online. Lance cheered, shaking his head at this woman’s ass. Ray adjusted his pants and started clapping to the music, cheering her on with what sounded like “Yeah, bitch.”
Bent over, she held on to Ray’s waist, while letting Lance have a turn grinding up to her ass. She got carried away, bouncing her butt against him faster and faster and harder until she pushed him into other patrons and nearly fell herself. Ray caught her. They left the dance floor, laughing at themselves.
And then she invited them to her place.
“Just a little, I don’t know, nightcap, okay, guys?” she said playfully as she sat between them in the back of a cab.
“Aw, yes, ma’am,” Ray said, squirming excitedly, looking out the window with a giddy expression on his face.
Lance was more romantic with an arm round the woman’s shoulders and kissing her cheek.
“But we’re hungry,” Lance whispered in her ear.
“Ooh,” she said. “I’ll make you a little something.”
“And horny,” he added, kissing her neck.
“Down, boy,” she said. She looked at his needy lips and gave them a kiss.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ray said, watching them. “Horny bitch.”
“Is he referring to me?” she asked Lance, who shrugged apologetically.
“Oh, sorry,” Ray said.
“Come here, dickhead,” she said to Ray.
Ray turned quickly to get his kiss, too. “Fuck,” he said after. “Yeah!”
It was perhaps a reckless, dangerous move bringing two men she just met up to the condo, but Lily did it. It was past midnight, so no nosy neighbors would see her and judge.
She took a moment in the washroom to freshen up—and to stare at herself in the mirror, wonder what the hell she was doing, and then praise herself for doing something this crazy.
No one to hold you back anymore, Lily, she said to herself.
She was a little uncertain when she approached the guys, Lance sitting on her sofa and Ray on the sofa’s armrest.
“Who’s the guy in these pictures?” Lance asked, looking around the living room.
“The husband?” Ray teased.
“That’s Charles,” she said with a heavy sigh.
“He’s not coming back any time soon, is he?” Lance asked.
“Nope,” she said quickly. “No worries there.”
“Divorced?” Ray asked.
She changed the subject. “So, we could eat a little something, get some drinks, and, uh, I could make something, or order in…”
Lance reached over to her. She stopped talking. He hooked a finger in one of the belt loops of her baggy jeans and pulled her closer. She bit her lips excitedly and stumbled towards him until she was standing between his legs.
“Sorry,” Lily said. “We, I mean, I usually just drink a little tea and listen to classical music and go to sleep…”
“Not tonight,” Ray said, eyeing her with evil eyes.
She chuckled nervously at him but turned her attention back to Lance, whose bold fingers played with the buttons of her pants.
“I loved seeing you dance,” Lance said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
So, she started moving her hips, rolling to imaginary music. She bit her lip again and ran her fingers up to her hair.
Stripper moves, she thought.
Lance kept his hands on her hips as she danced for him. She turned around and rolled her ass at him. She squatted down and brushed past him on her way back up. She fondled herself as she moved. She put her hands on Lance’s thighs and swung her hair back before bringing her face close to his.
Grab me, grab me.
Lance ran his fingers through her hair to kiss her.
She moved back.
He kept a fistful of her hair and pulled her back to him.
Kiss.
She stood up and rocked to the music in her head. Lance opened her pants and started sliding them down.
It’s happening!
“Fuck, yeah,” Ray muttered.
Thighs exposed. Knees. Pants were around her ankles now. Lance lifted her sweater. Pink panties exposed. Like a gentleman, Lance held her hand while she pulled her sandaled feet out of her pants.
She straddled him on the sofa.
“Take your shirt off,” she commanded him.
He complied quickly.
“Touch me,” she ordered him.
He went right for the boobs he had been eyeing all night. He smiled when he felt no bra. He squeezed and pinched and buried his face in them. He reached under her shirt to caress and then grab the flesh.
Ray had gotten up. He stood behind them. He grabbed her hair and turned her face towards him.
He dropped his face on hers and kissed her brusquely.
While she rubbed her body against Lance’s erection, she watched Ray open his pants while glaring at her.
What are these guys going to do to me?
Ray sat on the sofa and reached for her. He grabbed her and yanked her towards him until she fell on his lap, her legs still on Lance. Ray was breathing hard as he pulled his cock out. He had a handful of her hair and was pulling her face towards the cock.
“Easy,” Lance said to him.
She opened her mouth in time for him to push his cock into it.
Lance was pulling her panties off and touching her between her legs. She squirmed and whimpered as she continued sucking Ray.
“Aw, yeah,” Ray said.
Lance started turning her on to her back to finger her pussy. Ray got annoyed and got up, letting the back of her head drop onto the seat. He swung a leg over her on the sofa and brought his cock down to her face.
“Keep sucking,” he said.
On her back, she could suck Ray and let Lance do what he wanted with her below her waist.
Look at me now, Charles, she thought.
Ray pulled his cock out and squatted down next to her, getting up close to her face.
“You liked that, bitch?” he asked.
She nodded and whimpered for more.
“You want more cock, bitch?”
She cooed and nodded and whimpered a weak, “Yes.”
“You wanna get double-teamed, bitch?”
Okay, there’s gotta be more vocabulary than this, she thought.
“Yes, yes,” she begged.
She could feel Lance moving his body to face her.
“Kiss me, bitch,” Ray said.
She lunged towards him and kissed him.
She could feel Lance situating himself between her legs.
Ray had her breasts in one hand and her hair in the other as he kissed her, stopping occasionally to say, “Good bitch,” or “Sweet bitch.”
She could feel Lance’s cock penetrating her.
She squealed loudly even as she kissed Ray.
“Ah, she loves that,” Ray said to Lance.
Her mouth free, she could cry out, “Ah!” as Lance slid his cock deeper into her.
Ray turned her face towards him and brought his cock back to her mouth.
She gulped and groaned as she began sucking him again.
But she couldn’t concentrate on Ray’s cock.
Lance, sweet Lance, gentle, genteel, gentlemanly Lance, was ramming his cock into her with a sexual fury she didn’t expect. His strong arms were anchored on either side of her. He was gritting his teeth.
Her hands flailed from above her head to Lance’s back, to Lance’s arms, and then under and around to Lance’s butt cheeks, squeezing them as he gave one punishing thrust after another. She winced and groaned each time he banged into her. She was slipping. He wasn’t stopping. They were both slipping. He pulled out of her in time to watch her topple onto the floor.
Ray chuckled and clapped.
She staggered up to her knees.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
Lance wasn’t nearly done with her. He pushed her down until she was on her hands and knees. He got behind her.
Here it comes again, sweet Jesus!
He drilled into her from behind, holding her hips. He started slowly, just to get inside and get settled. Then the punishment began. Her feet curled up between his legs. The flesh of her ass and thighs jiggled each time he slammed into her.
She couldn’t cry out like she wanted to. Ray’s cock was in her face and waiting for her to open wide.
She gasped and caught her breath and then opened her mouth for Ray.
She groaned and gargled a little as the cock pushed its way deep into her mouth. Ray held her head. He wasn’t going to let her do it this time.
This isn’t just oral sex, she thought. This is a face-fucking!
Lance groaned as he came inside her and kept that cock inside her for a few seconds after.
She mumbled something about it feeling good. Ray had shown mercy and went easier on her—until he was ready to orgasm as well. He pushed in harder into her mouth, ejaculated, and then slowly pulled out so she could cough out some cum and swallow the rest.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ray concluded.
She collapsed on the floor, cum dripping from her mouth, cum seeping from between her legs. She was ready to pass out.
“That was so…” she tried to say.
“Yeah?” Lance said from behind her.
“So…”
Ray chuckled.
“Awesome!” she said, making them laugh.
After the sex, she gave them a little something to eat and her tea to drink before they’d leave.
She went to her room to change into her pajamas.
They could be robbing your place, Lily, you nut.
As she returned to the kitchen, she could hear the boys talking.
“That was one fun bitch,” Ray was saying.
“Oh, she’s something else. Like a sad, but hot, horny divorcee or something, you know?”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“I’m still drinking.”
She entered the kitchen.
“Hey, guys,” she said.
“Hey, we’re about to head out,” Ray said.
“Aww,” she said in a disappointed voice.
She took off the pajama top.
“Okay, I guess,” she said, looking at them.
Ray looked at Lance. Lance stared at the naked boobs. Then he looked at Ray.
“Uh, you can go, Ray,” Lance said.
“Fuck that,” Ray answered, staring at the breasts.
“It’s just…” she began. “Been kinda lonely here.”
“Yeah,” Lance said with a smile.
She brushed her hand on her breasts and grinned at them. “Some guys hate to cuddle, but…”
“Oh, we love that,” Lance said.
She chuckled. She bit her lip and cocked her head and grinned at them.
“Can someone come cuddle with me?” she said in a baby voice.
The boys looked at each other and nodded. Then she gestured for them to follow her.
Thirty minutes later, classical music was playing from her old FM radio. It was accompanied by cries of “Mm!” and “Unh!” echoing throughout the spacious master bedroom. They were all three of them in the king-size bed, Lily sandwiched in the middle, whimpering and kissing Ray while Lance was spooning her and humping her from behind.
She pulled Lance’s face closer from behind her to give him a little tongue before returning to Ray.
“Wow, you’re a little skank,” Ray muttered through clenched teeth.
Her head on the pillow, her body jerking a little from the cock Lance was driving into her, she kissed Ray gently and kept her lips on him while he spoke.
“You beautiful little whore,” Ray said.
“Mm,” she said and kissed him again. “Insult me some more, you fucker.”
“Sweet, nasty whore,” he said with an evil laugh.
She winced at Ray as Lance kept banging at her from behind.
“You…unh…you…unh!” she tried to say. “You said ‘whore’ already…”
She let Ray kiss her neck while she moaned, listening to Lance growl behind her.
“Lovely little slut,” Ray said.
There you go!
She rewarded that with another kiss.
“Slut…” he said again. “You like that?”
She kissed him harder, more desperately.
Ray grabbed two handfuls of her breasts, slid down to face them, and buried his face in them.
Lance suddenly pushed Ray out of the way and pushed her onto her back so he could get on top and fuck her again. Her feet were in the air.
Ray sighed, annoyed, watching as Lance fucked and fucked her until he collapsed on top of her, once again ejaculating inside of her.
A more cautious part of her wondered if she should sleep with two strangers in the house. But she was so tired from the sex that she passed out.
She awoke at dawn when she felt something strange.
She was on her belly.
Something was pressing on top of her.
She looked to the side. Lance was asleep next to her. Ray, sneaky little Ray, was on top of her, straddling her.
She smiled and got comfortable, chin on the pillow, arms folded under it. She moaned a little as Ray began sliding his cock in and out of her sore but abled pussy from behind. When he saw she was awake, he began fucking her faster. Her fists clenched the bedsheets. With a free hand, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face up. She winced and whimpered.
“Slut,” he muttered, making her smile wider.
He let go of her hair and concentrated on fucking her harder.
The movements woke up Lance, who blinked his eyes and chuckled. She stared at him with a grin while Ray pumped his punishment into her.
She heard Ray groan and gasp. She looked up. He peered down at her while he came inside her. He brought his face to her and kissed her.
“You are a little slut, aren’t you?”
She laid her head down on the pillow, smiled sweetly, and nodded. “Yes.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispered to her.
He chuckled and got comfortable next to her.
She trailed off to sleep again.
A dream about Charles angrily breaking things woke her up the next morning. She looked around frantically. It took a few seconds to realize Charles wasn’t home and would never come home. Then she remembered what she did last night.
The boys were gone. None of her valuables were missing.
The only thing stolen was her pink underwear from last night, no doubt a trophy for one of them. Probably Lance, the more romantic one. Or Ray, the more childish one. She laughed it off.
She got dressed in a black skirt, black jacket, and black hat.
Her sister Irma came to pick her up to drive them to Lily’s husband’s wake and funeral.
“How do you feel?” Irma asked, with a sad, sympathetic face.
Lily couldn't look her sister in the eyes. “A little sore, but good,” she replied.
“Ready?”
Lily sighed, pulling the veil down from the hat. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”
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