An Invitation Not to Be Declined

"Fuuuuck!" Growled Lauren, as Frank battered against her bum. She knew she was going to cum again: it was practically screaming at her as his thick cock piled into her again and again.

He paused for a moment and she took the opportunity to get a better hold of the back of the sofa as he ground his hips against her.

Then he started again: straight into terminator mode: subtle and slow certainly wasn't his style, and within three strokes his hips were once again pummeling her quivering flesh.

Fuck but she needed this.

Lauren had woken that morning with the usual instantly on her mind. Sex.

She needed sex.

Good sex.

She hadn't had good sex in ages. She'd had bad sex, she'd even had half decent sex, but she hadn't had good sex: not in a long time.

She needed good sex.

It wasn't that she was sex mad or anything, at least she didn't think so, it was just that it had been so long since she'd had good sex that it always seemed to be on her mind, every time there was nothing else to think about, sex was there. In fact, even when there was something else to think about, sex was there.

She'd turned thirty on Friday and had had a great birthday night out with her friends, she'd then allowed herself to get picked up by a reasonably sober guy and gone back to his place for beer breath kissing and bad sex followed immediately with him falling into a semi-coma. She'd left within thirty minutes of arriving.

It was now early Sunday morning and she was still in bed.

Thinking about sex.

I mean, she thought as she swiped left one last time and, in frustration, closed the app, how can it be this hard to get some good sex, or even sex with a guy who she thought might give her good sex.

She lay there for a few minutes trying to decide what to do with her day when she remembered that the other thing she needed was a replacement pair of earbuds: her's having been left on the train two days earlier on her way home from work.

So she jumped onto another app and started looking.

And almost immediately found exactly what she was looking for; perfect replacements for the ones she'd lost. And not too far away.

She had a quick look at the guy selling them: just to reassure herself that he was genuine and that she wasn't getting into a scam or an unpleasant situation. Seemed ok, a vaguely handsome nineteen year old called Josh who looked like he still lived with his parents, although not much on there about his mum. He was 'normal' looking, she couldn't think of a better word; tall and slim, bit of a serious haircut and a little self conscious in his profile photo. The complete opposite of his dad who looked the confident rugby player type; heavy-set with a beard and unkempt hair. Ok, give it a go. She sent vaguely handsome a message: asking it they were still available and if she could get them later that day.

Then decided it was still too early to get up, especially on a Sunday.

So, as her hand slipped between her legs, she let her thoughts drift back to sex and a beefy looking rugby player type.

A couple of hours later she woke to an incoming message on her phone. Yes, the earbuds were still available and later that day would be fine. They settled on 2pm and left it at that.

And so, after a glass of wine and a sandwich lunch at a local pub, at 2pm she pressed the doorbell of a decent sized detached house in a quiet neighbourhood about a thirty minute drive from the pub.

She'd got herself into a little bit of a tizz over what to wear for her little outing. She'd found herself worrying about showing too much leg, then about not showing enough, then it had been about a low cut top or not, a tight one or a loose one, a transparent one or a not transparent one: it had turned into a ridiculous hour with a pile of clothes on the bed before she'd finally settled on a straight white blouse with a low cut bra, a knee length loosely pleated skirt with a pair of one inch heels. Now she felt completely overdressed and all wrong.

And then at the pub she'd spent a very introspective hour asking the same old question: why was it so hard to get good sex?

It wasn't as though she was bad looking or anything: she'd been told she was attractive, although a so called friend had once said that she looked 'mumsy': she'd been quite annoyed at that one; she didn't want to look 'mumsy', not that she had anything against mums: the world desperately needed mums, just that Lauren didn't want to join their ranks, and definitely didn't want to look like one when she wasn't one.

She wanted to look how she looked.

At 5' 9" she had curves; she had a waist and her boobs were an E cup which she felt was more than a handful for most men and matched the curves, most of which were in the right place, she had good legs and she liked her bum so all in all she didn't understand why more men didn't 'go for it', as they liked to say.

Which had been the driving force behind her indecision in getting dressed that morning; she liked to look good. And she liked men to 'go for it'.

And the reason why, in a moment of bravado, she'd flicked another button on her blouse open as she'd stepped from her car.

A blurry outline appeared behind the frosting of the front door and a moment later it opened to reveal Josh.

Who looked better in the flesh. A little taller than she'd expected and he'd grown his hair out to a more relaxed style. He was very nervous for some reason.

"Hi Josh, I'm Lauren. I've come about the earbuds?" He looked as though he needed reminding.

"Oh hi Lauren, please come in." His eyes had immediately dropped to her cleavage and his cheeks had flushed a faint pink.

She stepped past him, purposefully brushing her arm against his and hoping he noticed her perfume.

She enjoyed being a little flirty; it always got her horny, and today she was feeling particularly horny. But then, she mused, when wasn't she feeling particularly horny.

She followed Josh down the short hall to a large kitchen with a small snug attached.

He turned and immediately stared at her cleavage.

"Josh?"

He blinked and looked up, his cheeks a bright red. "Hmm?"

"The earbuds Josh?"

"Oh yes, sorry." He stammered, and began fumbling in his pockets.

Lauren automatically looked down and almost chuckled, just managing to hold it back, Josh had a bulge. And quite a decent one by the looks of it. Lauren smiled to herself, it hadn't taken much. Now, she asked herself, dare she take this further?

Josh had the small oval case in his hand and his face was now on fire: he knew that she knew.

And she knew that he knew that she knew. She also knew that he was never going to have the nerve to do anything about it, so Lauren was going to have to be extremely bold.

"Do you want to see them working?" Josh asked, his voice no more than a faint croak.

"Yes please Josh." She purposely kept her voice low and touched his bare forearm.

Josh was shaking as he fumbled them out of their little charging case and into his ears, he then scrolled through his phone, connected to them, chose some music and stood looking at Lauren.

She laughed and, leaning forward, teasingly put her ear to his, making sure that her hair brushed across his face as she did so. "How do they sound Josh?"

"Oh, sorry." He was still shaking; really struggling with the situation, and he nearly dropping his phone as he pulled one of the buds out of his ear.

Stepping back a little, Lauren turned her ear towards him, pulled her hair away from her ear, closed her eyes and said, "Put it in for me Josh." Now she was really teasing.

So Josh, now forced to touch her, carefully pushed the bud into her ear.

Lauren murmured, "Mmmm, thank you." And, still with her eyes closed, put her fingers to his chest and listened. "Nice music Josh." Even over the music Lauren could hear Josh's breathing shorten. Time to make a move.

Slowly trailing her fingers down his tee-shirt she bumped them over his waistband and scratched her nails over the bulge then, cupping him in her hand, gave him a gentle squeeze. "I think you have something else for me Josh." She murmured.

Lauren didn't wait for an answer, hadn't asked for one. She rubbed her fingers up and down his zipper then slowly eased it down before popping the stud and sliding a finger into his jeans to stroke the trapped curve of his erection

Mmmm, nice, she thought, then, giving him a little kiss on his trembling lips, she sank to her knees and, grasping his waistband, pulled his jeans and shorts down as far as she could, allowing his cock to spring free.

She groaned and murmured. "Mmmmm Josh, you really should have this on your profile." And, wrapping her hand around it, she slowly massaged its length.

Josh groaned and shivered, mumbled something through rasping breath.

Lauren chuckled and sank her mouth down as much of him as she could.

God, she loved sex.

Swirling her tongue over him she slid her mouth up and down, licked across the tip then sucked hard, tasting his precum before pushing him into the back of her throat, bobbing her mouth in short strokes as she slipped a hand down under her skirt.

She groaned as she rubbed herself through her knickers then, pulling them to one side, thrust her fingers into her sopping pussy, groaning again as she squeezed against them and the wet heat between her thighs began to burn and her breathing to shudder.

Only to be interrupted by the feel of Josh's fingers clenching in her hair.

Shit! She didn't want him to cum yet, she wanted more than a mouthful.

Taking him out of her mouth she gulped air and forced herself to her feet.

Getting hold of a fistful of tee-shirt she pushed him backwards until the backs of his legs hit a sofa and he flopped onto it.

Not stopping, Lauren followed him down to kneel either side of his thighs, her face hovering over his. Then, in a moment of wanton lust, she grasped hold of his head and kissed him: a full-on open mouthed kiss, sucking at his tongue then pushing it back to force her's into his mouth, pressing his head down onto the back of the sofa while she once again reached down and dragged her knickers to one side.

Then, her fingers shaking, she took hold of his cock and, watching Josh's face, rubbed herself along his crown then slowly fed his length into her waiting heat.

She paused; with him about halfway in, and kissed him again. Much gentler this time; lips soft, her tongue slowly playing with his.

Then, sitting back, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it down her arms to let it hang from her waist, then unclipped her bra and shrugged it off, letting her full boobs hang in front of his face, her dark, distended nipples staring right at him.

He was mesmerised; his eyes flicking from one nipple to the other then up to her face then back to her nipples.

Lauren smiled and closed her eyes, took a deep breath through her nose and blew it out through pursed lips and, in little squeezes of her bum, eased herself further and further down his length until she pressed herself into his lap with a sigh.

"Ooh Josh, this is the best feeling in the world."

Then, squirming around a little, she started to slide backwards and forwards with occasional little bounces off his legs.

He put a hand on her boob and flicked a finger across her nipple. "Mmmm, yes please." she whispered, as his other hand cupped her other breast, a finger and thumb pinching her nipple.

Now she was lost in it: her eyes closed and her hands locked around the back of his head, from that moment of his fingers in her hair when she thought he was going to cum, to now, when it seemed he would last forever, she was in a world of her own.

She kissed him again, another hard, panting kiss as her heat began to rise, her bouncing getting more frantic, his full length sliding in and out, occasionally almost losing him but always managing to get him back where she needed him.

Her mouth still on his: not really kissing, just hot breath and foreheads pressed together, his hand squeezing her boob, the other gripping her hip, pressing her down, urging her on, his leg shaking, moaning quiet, panting breath into her mouth.

And Lauren knew that he wasn't going to last much longer, that was obvious, but she wasn't worried, he'd brought her this far and now she was close and only getting closer. She didn't stop, couldn't stop.

Suddenly he was cumming. She felt his body tense and the first contraction of his bum, then his cock seemed to jump and the first pulse of cum sprayed into her pussy.

She kept going, she was on top, she was in charge and almost there,

And then it was there, taking over, her control beginning to slip, faster and faster, up and down, a few more, that's all she needed, the tiny dot of heat at the back of her bum beginning to spread. "Cumming, cumming, cumminnnnnnggggg." And the tiny dot exploded in a bloom of pleasure that washed through her bum, down her thighs and up into her neck.

She took some more while she still could, then gradually stuttered to a stop: her face resting on top of his head, his face against her heaving chest as she savoured the wave of heat until it slowly faded to a gorgeous warmth that lingered for long moments before flickering and dying.

Taking deep, calming breaths she pushed herself upright. "Good boy." She murmured and climbed off him, his slippery cock flopping out onto his thigh as she took a couple of hesitant steps backwards, the squidgy feel of cum inside her.

Now was that awkward time after sex with a stranger. What do you do next?

She picked up her bra, put it on and began buttoning her blouse, She smiled down at him. "Might do to get dressed Josh."

He blinked and got up, then pulled his shorts and jeans up from his ankles and began trying to sort out the tangle.

Lauren finished buttoning her blouse and pulled her knickers into place, they were wet and uncomfortable and she contemplated taking them off but felt that that wouldn't be a good look, so, wincing, she straightened them and then watched Josh trying to unravel his shorts from his jeans.

She pushed his hands away and, taking his face in her hands, kissed him, then pulled his shorts and jeans apart and straightened them. Finally, and with a grin, she slowly zipped him up. Then, leaning forward, she whispered in his ear. "Could I have my earbud please Josh?

"Hmm?"

"The earbuds Josh, one's still in your ear."

"Oh." Still fumbling a little, he pulled it from his ear, retrieved the case and charging lead from the kitchen island and gave them to her.

And right at that point the distinct sound of a key turning in the front door lock made them both look up.

And rugby player dad walked in.

He looked at them both several times: his eyes flicking between them, the sofa, then back to them, until finally settling on Josh. "Aren't you supposed to be working this afternoon Josh?"

Josh's eyes opened wide and, in an immediate state of panic, looked at his phone. "Oh god! Damn!" He took a step towards the door, turned back and looked at Lauren. "I......err, I......sorry, I......I've got to go." He looked at his dad then at Lauren. "Sorry." He took another step then turned back again. "Lauren, this is my dad, dad this is Lauren, she just bought my earbuds. We......errrm." He looked between the two of them again then turned, grabbed a bag from the floor and dashed out of the room, a second later the front door banged.

Frank turned to Lauren, who was suddenly feeling a little abandoned. "Hello Lauren, have you been fucking my son?"

The question caught Lauren completely off guard. Then she thought. 'Fuck you!' And smiled. "It was a bit more mutual than that but, Josh's dad, yes I have."

Josh's dad contemplated her. "It's Frank."

Lauren played with him. "What is?"

Frank frowned. "My name, it's Frank."

"Hello Frank." She was feeling wicked, she held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."

Frank, now the one caught off guard, took her hand and, as the space between them crackled with a certain tension, they stood looking at each for far longer than was necessary.

Until Lauren slowly pulled her hand from his, her fingertips trailing across his palm.

Then, looking Frank in the eye, she hooked her fingers into the top of his jeans and pulled him with her as she backed towards the recently abused sofa.

Frank, his frown now questioning, followed her.

Her legs came up against the sofa and, her momentum taking her down, she sat, her fingers still hooked into Frank's waistband. "What do you think Frank, fancy sloppy seconds?"

In answer, Frank's frown softened into a lascivious grin.

"Thought so." She muttered, smirking, and unfastened his jeans.

Then her smirk shifted to an appreciative grin. "Mmm, Frank!" She said, as she dragged his already thickening cock from its hiding place. "That is well worth getting hold of." And to think that only that morning she'd been frustrated at the lack of sex coming her way. And now here she was, wrapping her hand around her second erection in an hour. And this one was a beauty.

Not that there'd been anything wrong with Josh's, not in anyone's books, but his dad's was definitely a couple of points above; thicker and a little longer, it was really going to reach the places others couldn't reach.

She slipped her mouth over his cockhead and swirled her tongue over it, bobbed up and down while pushing more and more into her mouth, forcing him deeper and deeper. Fuck but she loved giving head, in fact she just loved sex: pretty much anything to do with sex, it wasn't everything to her, but it was up there. She knew she could be crude at times: she even shocked her friends occasionally, in fact she even shocked herself from time to time, but she didn't care; sex could be gorgeous and lovely, but it could be crude as well. She liked crude.

Getting over her gag reflex she pushed him as far as she could into her throat: got her nose right into his pubic hair, held him there for a second, then pulled off with a gasp to rub his wet length over her face and into her hair as she got her breath back, then dived back down, forcing him all the way in again.

Getting used to his size, she spent a minute or two pumping the head of his cock up and down her throat until it began to hurt, then she pulled back a little and started long swoops over his shaft, rubbing him along the roof of her mouth: pressing up with her tongue. She'd started out wanting another fucking, but she was beginning to lose herself and now she wanted the taste of his cum in her mouth and the feel of it sliding down her throat.

And it seemed that Frank wanted the same as he grasped hold of her head and pumped his cock into her face in a short, almost frenzied, fuck of her mouth, his glans bumping against the back of her throat.

She took it for a few minutes, but once she'd had enough she pushed him back, gasping for breath.

Looking up Lauren could see that he wasn't happy and she guessed he'd been close. She quite liked a bit of rough play, but there was only so much she'd put up with. So now she wanted the fucking.

Keeping her hand wrapped around his cock she pushed herself to her feet and turned her back to him. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Thought you wanted sloppy seconds Frank."

Frank growled at her but didn't hesitate in pushing her forward until she was kneeling on the couch.

Lauren, now grinning smugly to herself, waited as her skirt was bundled up onto her back and a finger hooked into her knickers to pull them to one side. Then, as she had the fleeting thought of how much of a beating her knickers were taking, a stinging slap landed on her buttock.

Ouch! That really hurt and she was about to protest when the blunt tool of his cock pushed against her.

'Mmmmm, that's more like it.' She thought, forgetting the protest.