A Pair of Fools

She needed reassurance. I hoped I'd give her the right words. "Your husband is a fool."

Her hands found my face and she pressed her burgundy lips against mine. Her tongue parted my lips, explored my mouth. She tasted like cinnamon and cherries and I wondered what she'd been drinking all evening. In that moment, I remember the music changing; someone was on their way to snuff the rooster.

She smiled playfully as the song started, "I love this song."

With that, she lowered herself slowly to her knees in front of me. Her mouth found the swell of my cock through the fabric of my tuxedo pants as she worked the belt and buttons. I tried to help her, but she gently pushed my hand away, fixated on unwrapping what I had for her by herself. When she slid my pants down over my hips and my cock swung free, she made a tiny little gasp; a sound of need, not amazement. I've never had any complaints, but I know what I bring to the table: average in length, though thicker than average girth.

Her hand closed around my cock holding it tightly as she brushed it over her checks, through her long hair, and then finally against her lips. She kissed the crown, stroking it with the flat of her tongue. Then she looked up into my eyes as she opened her mouth and lowered her head down over the length of my cock until her lips were against my groin. I'd never had my cock swallowed so swiftly before. Even with my cock buried in her throat there was an air of sophistication about her.

I balanced myself on the window sill as she skillfully worked my cock in and out of her throat. Her hands held my ass, pulling me closer to her, further into her as she hummed her way through each down stroke. I rocked my hips, desperate to get as much of my cock into her as I could. She was an artist with a cock in her mouth. Her lips, tongue, and throat touched me in just the right way at just the right moment and I could feel my nuts pulling tight. I couldn't take much more of what she was serving before I came. I put my hand on her head, played with her hair, tried to get even better leverage so I could fuck her throat properly until I came.

I was only a few strokes into the quickly building need when she pulled away, my cock popping out of her mouth. Her hand closed around it and she slowly stroked me as she looked up at me.

"No, no... No coming, not yet. I'll be cross if you come too soon," she smiled playfully, giggled then racked her teeth over the head of my cock lightly. "You don't want to make me cross do you?"

My cock ached to be buried in her throat again. But she deserved more than a frat house fuck and goodnight, "You're right."

I knotted my hand in her hair at the base of her skull. There was a gasp. A mix of surprise and uncertainty coupled with what I had, over the years and more than a few partners, come to recognize as shameful pleasure. I pulled her upward until she rose to her feet.

"Where are my manners?" I leaned in close to her, pressed my lips to her, my tongue into her mouth. I could taste my saltiness on her lips.

Breaking our kiss, I led her to the bed, pressed her back until she first sat then laid back across it. She rose up on her elbows and looked at me. Her face was a mask of need, desire and perhaps a measure of concern. Who was this man her daughter had dumped? What was he going to do to her next? The mask melted into unbridled lust as I knelt between her creamy thighs.

"Oh, fuck yes," her hands found my head and ran through my hair as I leaned in closer to her wet sex.

She smelled incredible and I had to know how she'd taste, but not yet. As much as I wanted her, I needed her to know the passion she hadn't had for so long was still alive inside her. I breathed heavily against her sex, nipped at her inner thigh, finally biting her high on her thigh, intent on leaving her with a mark she could remember me by for days to come. I bit, sucked, chewed lightly; she collapsed onto her back, her hands still in my hair.

As I sucked on her tender flesh she thrashed. Her breath caught in her throat, her body tightened in response to the awkward, confusing sensation of pleasure and pain drawn from her by my harsh treatment of that tender place on the thigh; so close to her sex but so far away. When she had thrashed long enough, I quickly seized her clit with my lips, then, after sucking it fully between my lips, my teeth.

Her clit was sizeable, maybe a half inch long and thick. I held it with my teeth and lashed at it with my tongue, shaping the alphabet as I did; a tried and true technique. I glanced at the clock, marked the time and made her a silent promise. Thirty minutes, I would I lick and taste her for thirty minutes, not a second less. I kicked my pants off as I sucked her clit and settled in to push her over the edge, my tongue never relenting against her swollen button.

I fought the urge to touch her. I wanted to manipulate her sex with my fingers, to slip one or two into her. But I needed the first thing I slipped into her to be my cock. At some point I had decided that she and I had agreed, wordlessly and before going up to the room that her need had to be satisfied by the same cock that had fucked her daughter so many times. I let my mouth wander from her clit, pulling and sucking at her lips, pulling them into my mouth, parting them with my tongue so I could flick the tip across the very edge of her sex. When her body started to tense, I would move my assault. I measured my assault on her desire carefully; sometimes lapping at her clit, sometimes working the alphabet across her lips, her clit, or over the opening of her sex; sometimes sucking and nibbling on her lips. I focused on the way she moved, edging her toward the cliff slowly but insistently.

"Oh, God in Heaven, Edward," she flung her arms wide and seized handfuls of sheets as her body tensed, her thighs closed tight around my head and her back arched.

She humped her pussy against my mouth. I dug my fingers into her hips, pinning her to the bed and holding her in place so I could control her stimulation. I pushed my entire face against her sex, stroking her lips with my chin even as I sucked on her clit. I wanted to feel her come; I knew I would enjoy it almost as much as she did. I moved my hands on her hips, and lifted her hood clear of her clit with my thumbs so I could better lick her clit. Each time I touched her there, her body jerked violently beneath me.

"I'm going to come!" she cried.

I don't know what she expected, but I just doubled my efforts. Her legs drew up around me and I felt the heels of her shoes resting on my back, digging into my flesh slightly. Her fists closed in my hair, pulling my face into her sex as she struggled to rock her pussy against my face.

"Eat my cunt! Oh fuck, eat my cunt!" her breath was stuttered and I felt her stomach start to quiver.

I took her exposed clit in my teeth again, this time working the edges of them against her tender flesh. Her arms flew wide, she grabbed the bedding again, and I rewarded her with the deepest flick of my tongue into her rose that she'd gotten yet. Her hips shuddered, her legs clamped against my skull, and she bucked up against me.

She tried to speak but her body refused to allow it, slamming headlong into an orgasm that I would later learn was the first she hadn't given herself in over a decade. She jerked, twitched, and bucked under me. I held her all the tighter, her hips pinned before me, until her body began to soften around me and the convulsions slowed. Her hands were knotted in the bedding, her thighs clamped against the sides of my head, and the four inch heels she was wearing were marking my back as she descended from her orgasm. I lapped at her greedily, enjoying her taste, my grip on her hips never faltering. As she slowly uncoiled beneath me I pulled back, my lips leaving her sex for the first time since I'd first gone down on her. I undid my shirt and tossed it aside as I climbed onto the bed between her legs. Her eyes were fixed on my cock as I held myself above her, the underside of my cock brushing her heat.

"Are you going to put that in me?" she asked, her hand dropping between us and seizing my cock, stroking it slowly.

"No," I answered, my voice low and harsh.

The question was clear on her face.

"You are," I instructed.

Her mouth opened slightly, as if to speak. If she meant to protest, her body didn't know it. Her other hand had already snaked between us, opening her sex as she guided my cock toward her passion. Her head fell back and she moaned deep in her chest as she rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen lips. She was wet and open and as hot as any woman I'd known. I pushed forward into her. As my girth opened her, stretching her to take me in, she threw her arms around my neck, locked her knees against my hips and pulled against me, impaling herself on my cock.

"You're so fucking big..." she panted against my shoulder, "Oh, damn you, break me with that thing..."

I pressed my cock into her to the hilt, felt her body quivering around me at the invasion. I held still for a moment, allowed her to get used to my presence. She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me with an animalistic need. When she thrust her tongue into my mouth, I slammed my weight against her, driving my cock into her and her breath from her. She shook beneath me and thrashed her face against mine, her nails digging into my back. I set a slow, forceful rhythm of jarring thrusts into her.

After a dozen or so thrusts, she was still clinging to me. She broke our kiss and snarled, "Fuck me like you fucked her!"

I grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the bed, shifting my weight atop her even as she locked her heels behind my back. She wasn't going to let me get away. She lifted her hips against me, meeting my every thrust; her pussy clamping tight around me, squeezing me, threatening to make me come well before I wanted. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip and rocked beneath me. She was lost in her focus on the pleasure she was drawing from my penetration of her pussy. I lowered myself onto her, kissing her neck and shoulders, biting at her neck, her ears, as I continued to pound my cock into her.

"Oh, come in me," she moaned, "Come in me... I want to feel your cum running down my ass... I want to smell like I just got fucked... I miss that smell..."

I let go of her wrists, reached beneath her, grabbed the firm checks of her ass and thrust into her as hard as I had all night. Her hands found my back; she bit my neck, chewed. I knew she was leaving a mark, and I didn't care.

"My daughter is a fool," she moaned into my ear, her arms and legs twined around me, her body opened to my cock. "Come in me, give me what she didn't want, lover."

Her breath was hot on my cheek and the idea that I was fucking the mother of a girl I'd slept with often was just too much. My balls tightened and I felt my cock twitch, spasm and suddenly I was coming deep inside Sandra's warmth.

"That's it, baby..." she panted, "don't stop... so close..."

I felt my breath catch in my chest, I slammed into her. She held me tight.

"Oh... so hot... so much cum..." she whimpered, pulling against me as if she wanted to pull me inside her.

She bucked, her pussy clamped down with an intensity that was both pleasurable and painful. Her whole body convulsed and then she buried her face in my shoulder, her breath came in choked sobs and I was afraid I'd hurt her, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away from her enough to check on her. I could feel my hot cum seeping out around my cock as she came; I held her, didn't move for fear of ruining the moment.

When her orgasm passed I slipped to the side, still holding her. Our legs and arms entangled with one another. We lay there in the faint light of the city, silent; I stroked her back, she lightly touched my face. Still except for tiny nuzzling motions of spent lovers. We fell asleep that way; her arms around my neck, her leg over my hip.

I woke up a few hours later in need of the relief the bathroom offered. I moved lightly, not wanting to wake her. As I rolled to the side I felt her hand close around my turgid cock once again. She started pumping almost automatically. I looked over, found her sitting up, her weight on one elbow, a wicked smile on her face.

"Not planning to leave are you, lover?" she rested her chin on my shoulder. She smiled playfully.

"No... I'm not going anywhere," I laid back down.

"Good," she smiled as she straddled me, her pussy finding my hard cock with practiced ease, "Because, I'm nowhere near done with you tonight..."