MADELINE

DISCLAIMER

THIS IS A TRUE STORY WITH THE NAMES AND PLACES CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT, AND ALSO TO PROTECT ME.

This story also contains adult themes of a sexual nature. If you are too young to read this then go away now.

MADELINE

How did I let myself get talked into this? Here I was playing my 12 string Framus guitar at a nursing home so that my best friend could make points with his newest intended conquest. Her mother was holding the sheet music for me and since she was holding it just below her bust I was having trouble concentrating. That was SOME bust and the cleavage left me gasping. Trying to play music I was not used to was bad enough without the added distraction my music stand was giving me. If the songs hadn’t been standard folk tunes I would never have made it.

I was surprised by the compliments I got when we were through. I didn’t think that I had done all that well and I was unused to praise of any kind. It made me a little uncomfortable, as if I was getting something for nothing.

The lady who had been holding my music came up to me afterwards and she asked if I wanted to make this a regular thing. She said that there was a practice slash barbecue this Saturday and if I wanted to bring a guest she would be welcome.

“Who would be welcome?”

“Why, your girlfriend of course.”

“No problem there, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, well you can get directions from Eldon. Please show up, I really like your playing and you could help us a lot.”

Maybe it would be a good idea to introduce the characters here.

My name is Mark, Mark Wilson. I am 22 years old at this point in history. I had just finished a tour in the Army after high school and was trying to get my life reorganized. Through a strange set of circumstances I served just two years without being drafted, and even though I was a medic, I did not go to Vietnam. I spent 18 months in Germany. I was 6’1” and about 180 lbs.

I had played clarinet and saxophone in the school band and guitar in several unsuccessful rock bands before I joined the Army. On graduation day you would have been hard pressed to find more than a dozen of my classmates who could give you my name when I was pointed out to them. I had only had five dates at this point and two of those were girls who wanted me to introduce them to my friend Eldon.

Eldon Daniels (normally called Don) was my best friend. He had been before I left for service and he was the only one still here afterwards. We had played in several of those rock bands together. He played guitar and bass and had a good deep voice. We were trying to get a band together now but were having a little trouble. Don was just what all the girls wanted in a guy. He had long blond hair, an aquiline nose and self-confidence to spare. He never had to chase after girls, he just caught them. Right now he was trying to get into the panties of a cute little girl (15) named Priscilla Parker.

Priscilla was just that, cute. She was also holding on to her virginity with vise grips. She probably didn’t realize it but that was the only attraction for Don. As soon as she gave it up he would be gone. She doesn’t play much of a role in my life other than if Don hadn’t been hot for her I never would have met her mother.

Madeline Parker was middle aged and looked like a movie star. She stood about 5’ 2” tall and had wavy blonde hair cut just below her chin. Her face was kind of square with bright eyes and a wide smile. Beautiful. She was built like the proverbial brick house. Large, 40D or more, breasts, narrow without being tiny waist, and flaring hips. Her legs were great and she was wearing high-heeled sandals to show them off. She was dressed in a low cut green dress with a pleated hem and short sleeves. I had never seen a woman that looked like her except on TV or the movies. I had a couple of lovely cousins from Texas and something about her said that she was from there as well, possibly her slight accent.

She was also loud; I mean a whisper heard in the back rows kind of loud. While I was putting my guitar away I saw her go over to Don and heard her ask him what was wrong? Why didn’t I have a date? I couldn’t hear Don’s reply but it was obvious by the shrug of his shoulders that he didn’t know what to say to her. She looked back over toward me with a kind of confused look on her face as I walked out.

I followed Don out to Madeline’s house that Saturday, I had to follow because it was out in the middle of nowhere between Lafayette and Delphi. The house itself was a large split-level ranch on a few acres of wooded hillside. When Don and I walked in there was an organ playing. It was some old show tune and I immediately cringed. I wouldn’t say I hate show tunes, but I most certainly do not like them.

The front door opened into a hallway and then directly into a large family room. Two walls were covered with bookshelves with a fireplace in the corner. One wall was all glass with sliding doors opening onto a stone patio. To the right the room opened up into the dining room and kitchen. The center area of the room was sunken two steps with a kind of platform in front of the bookshelves. The organ, with a Leslie speaker, was on one platform with a piano on the other. Madeline was seated at the organ playing away.

She looked up and saw us walking in. Her face lit up in a smile and she jumped up and came out from behind the organ and rushed over to us. She was wearing another pair of high-heeled sandals and her tanned legs were displayed by a pair of tight white shorts. The camel toe was making my jeans tight as well. Her top was covered by a bright red sleeveless blouse, which was loose everywhere but across the chest, this was stretched to the limit and I could see her white bra through the gap between buttons. When she got to us I was shocked, she reached out and hugged me.

“Thank you, thank you for coming. I was so afraid you wouldn’t show up and I wanted to talk to you.”

I must have blushed because she backed up and smiled. I was rock hard by then. Those magnificent tits had crushed against my lower chest and her hair was right in my face with a nice floral scent when she had hugged me.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you. My son and daughter tell me I embarrass them all the time.”

“That’s ok ma’am, it was just a little unexpected is all.” I said.

“Please call me Madeline. The practice is about to start if you are ready. Mark, you can set up over by the piano. There’s a music stand you can use.”

I went over and got my guitar out and began the process of getting it in tune. If you have never tuned a 12 string, it takes a while. Each major string has to be tuned, and then the octave strings have to be tuned to the majors. It wasn’t far out, just a day’s worth, so I was ready after about ten minutes. I then played an instrumental piece I had written for the 12 string to limber up. I was shocked by the applause when I had finished.

“You have to do that when we do a show. Where did you learn that?”

“I wrote it as an exercise while I was in Germany.”

“That’s great,” Madeline said. “Do you have any others?”

I started plying a couple of songs a friend of mine had written while I was in Texas at school. They were light, airy traveling tunes and everyone seemed to enjoy them.

“That is just fantastic Mark, we’ll let you do those when the rest of us take a break. The old folks will love it.”

“What is the name of the group if you don’t mind me asking Madeline?”

“Oh, of course, we are part of Singout America. A nonprofit group pushing for peace and understanding between generations”

From there we went on with the practice and afterwards Madeline grilled hamburgers and hot dogs on the patio.

There were 9 or 10 teenaged girls at the party wearing very little in the way of clothes, halter-tops and shorts mostly, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman who had hugged me. I knew what my jerkoff fantasies were going to be about tonight, if I lasted that long.

I stood out by the grill and talked to Madeline while she cooked. She was drinking scotch and I had a beer. I discovered that she had been working piano bars singing and playing when her husband Frank swept her off her feet and married her. He was gone this week on business. I got the feeling that business took him away quite a bit by her tone when she talked about him.

I gave her a short synopsis of my life to that point when she started getting me uncomfortable.

“What I don’t understand is why an attractive guy like you doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“I have a little trouble meeting girls. Most of them want nothing to do with me.”

“Oh come on, you’re tall, handsome, talented and traveled. What’s not to like?”

“What do you want Madeline?”

“What do you mean what do I want?”

“When I start getting compliments it’s usually because the girl wants me to do something for her. You don’t have to butter me up, the last time I said no to a beautiful woman I couldn’t have been more than six or seven.”

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

“Sure. Now what do you need done?”

“Nothing, I was just making conversation and trying to figure out why you were single. I meant what I said. I wasn’t trying to butter you up, although I’m certainly tempted to take a few bites.”

“Well let’s drop this please. Just take it for granted that I won’t have any dates to interfere when sing out wants to play.”

This seemed to set the pattern for the next few months. Madeline would give me a hug every time we met, and after the second one I returned the favor. This meant that I spent most of the time with her with an erection. We learned what music each of us liked and I turned her on to Crosby Stills and Nash and Deep Purple and Yes and she turned me on to Mcaffrey and Norton after we discovered that we both like science fiction and fantasy. It wasn’t unusual at all for us to sit opposite each other reading after a practice while the kids were playing volleyball or badminton in the back yard.

After a while she started hugging me when we parted as well as when we met. At every opportunity she would brush up against me and touch me. She would even kiss me on the cheek sometimes and she always left me with a hardon. I was fantasizing about this woman almost constantly even though she was so much older than me and married. We had so much in common and she was obviously interested in me. I was so lonely by this time that any female that showed interest in me would be welcome; let alone a woman as lovely as Madeline.

I hated the fact that I was still a virgin at 22, but even a hooker had been unable to change that situation. When I went to the whorehouse in Heidelberg with a friend I had been so nervous that I hadn’t been able to get it up. I had paid 20 bucks for a handjob, which had also been my first. I just had never been able to get girls interested in me. I thought that I was just unable to be loved. I really don’t know why I kept on at the point. Before I met

Madeline suicide was a real and constant possibility. The only hope I had was to get so rich someone would marry me for my money.

Madeline was just fun to be with and I was always looking at her when she wore her tight shorts and short skirts. Her legs were better than most women half her age and as she usually wore high heels I would look at them a lot. She also seemed to be lonely like me. After 4 months of showing up at her house at all odd hours of the day, I had only met her husband once. Madeline was just too energetic and outgoing to be left alone that much. I didn’t think I had much of a chance, but any chance at all was more than I had had for quite a few years. Until she told me that she didn’t think of me “that way” like all the other girls I knew did, I would stay around.

One Friday night Madeline introduced me to Cutty Sark scotch and I introduced her to Hennesy cognac. At about midnight I realized that not only couldn’t I drive home, I could barely walk to the car. Madeline’s kids had already gone to bed and she said I could rack out on the couch in the family room. She found me a blanket and staggered to her room after a goodnight kiss, which got me hard as a rock.

I took my shoes off and lay down in my jeans and t-shirt under the blanket. I was quickly into a drugged sleep. At some point in the night the feeling of something touching my chest awakened me. I opened my eyes and saw Madeline by the moonlight from the glass wall. She was kneeling beside the couch and her right hand was rubbing my chest. She was dressed in a white nightgown and she was looking at where her hand was moving on me.

I reached out and touched her left arm. “Hey there, what are you doing here?”

“I can’t wait anymore. I am so horny and I keep seeing you walking around in those tight jeans with that lovely ass and that big damn dick keeps sticking into me. I want you and I hope you want me too and I just can’t wait anymore.”

“What about your husband?”

“Frank hasn’t touched me in years. I don’t think I excite him any more. Even when he did I didn’t get much out of it. He was never as sexy as you on his best day.”

“I don’t know how you can think that. I’m boring and homely, but you have been turning me on since I first met you and I won’t say no to you. Frank may be a fool but I’m not.”

At that point her left hand came into play and settled right onto my erection.

“Oh my god, it’s real. I’ve got to see this.”

Madeline was trying to unbuckle my belt and pull down the zipper at the same time.

“Wait a minute, let me help.”

I reached down and undid the belt and button on my jeans; if she wanted to see and touch my cock I wasn’t going to stop her.

Madeline got the zipper down and grabbed my pants to pull them down. I lifted my hips to help and then she gasped and I felt a hand on my bare dick.

I have been in communal showers and I know that while I am not small, neither am I very large, but the way this woman was talking I was going to split her in two and she was going to love every bit of it. Apparently Frank was a small man and Madeline was looking forward to a change.

I wasn’t exactly idle while she was exclaiming about my size. There was a matter of large size that I was extremely anxious to investigate myself. As she knelt next to me I sat up and reached my left hand over to her breast. This was the first tit of any size that I had ever touched. These mammaries were exceptional. I found out later that her bra size was 40DD. The thin nylon gown was their only covering and I was in heaven. I swung my feet down to the floor and pulled Madeline up to me and planted my lips on hers. As soon as she was up to me both my hands went to her tits. Her nips were hard almost as soon as I touched them. Madeline was moaning and breathing hard and her tongue speared past my lips and began to explore my mouth. I had done some French kissing before but it had been a long time. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be making out with Madeline.

“We need to move out of here before someone comes in and catches us.” Madeline said. “Let’s go to my room.”

She had to catch me as I forgot that my pants were down at my knees. I pulled them up and followed her down the hall and into a room. She closed the door behind me and I moved over to sit on the bed. Madeline had left the light on next to the bed and for the first time I saw her in the light.

I had dreamed of this so many times over the years. I couldn’t believe that it was happening now. I saw Madeline in the light, and she was wearing a white nightgown with spaghetti straps. The material was shear to the point of showing off her nipples and the fact that she was not wearing panties nor was she shaved. I could see the shadow of her bush.

“Could you please get undressed Mark?”

I pulled up my t-shirt and stood up to remove my pants. As I pulled them down I realized that I wasn’t hard anymore. I sat down heavily as the realization hit me. Madeline saw that something was wrong and sat down next to me. She put her arms around me and hugged me. I leaned over and started crying on her shoulder. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was with a beautiful woman in my arms; that it seemed wanted to have sex with me, and I couldn’t perform. There was no reason to continue.

‘I’m sorry Madeline, I’ll leave now and I won’t be back.”

I really intended to go and end it all. If I couldn’t even do the basic requirement for manhood, why should I be alive? I was not going to repeat this exercise in embarrassment.

“Don’t go Mark, stay here with me. Keep me company tonight and we will talk about it tomorrow. Let me hold you tonight and things will look better in the morning.”

I didn’t believe her, but I couldn’t say no with so much pain in my soul. It couldn’t hurt to at least see a naked woman and to touch her. I had never had the chance to do this before and I didn’t want to die without at least doing it.

“Would you take the gown off and let me touch you please?”

Madeline stood up and slowly lifted her gown and removed it over her head. I was fascinated. I could see that she wasn’t a runway model but was a full figure woman. Her tits were very large yet the sag was minimal. Without a bra they fell slightly down and to the sides but the nipples were facing forward not down. Her bush was full and a light brown color.

“Do you like what you see? Am I still beautiful to you?”

I could hear the tension in her voice, as if I was going to reject her. Her husband’s disinterest must have affected her badly and now I was showing no desire for her. She needed some reassurance.

“You are more beautiful than I could ever have believed. I don’t understand why I am reacting the way I am, but it has nothing to do with you. I want you so much I can barely breathe, but I can’t do anything about it and I just want to die. Please don’t try to take any blame for this, I’m just not a man is all, I’m worthless and soon I won’t be any more trouble for anyone. I don’t want to go on like this.”

“Maybe it’s the alcohol Mark. Snuggle up to me and get some rest. Things might be better in the morning.”

I didn’t really think so, but I didn’t want to hurt her either, so I said okay and curled myself around her, with my right hand on her boob. What a feeling. I did not expect to sleep with so much having gone on in the last hour or so, but I did.

When I woke up later that night it was still dark and I was seriously disoriented. I was on my back and there was a shape up over me, or more exactly, up on me. Madeline was sitting on me with her hands on my chest. It took me a moment to realize that she was mounted on me and I was inside of her. She was shaking me and speaking softly, this is what woke me.

“We need to move to the floor Mark. I didn’t know how much noise this bed made and I don’t want the kids to hear us. I woke up with this thing poking me in the ass and I couldn’t resist it. I’ve already cum twice, but the bed is squeaking so much I’m afraid someone will hear it. Please get on the floor with me and fuck me Mark.”

I couldn’t believe it, here I had finally gotten my dick into a woman and I slept right through it. I didn’t waste any time with that though, I helped Madeline get up and joined her on the floor. She lay down with her knees up and spread her legs holding her arms out to me. I shuffled between her legs and leaned forward trying to aim for the bush of delight. I missed and slid in between the floor and her ass. I pulled back and tried again, this time Madeline reached down a guided me in. I entered a wet and warm sleeve that encompassed me and felt like a tunnel of soothing joy.

I had dreamed of this for so many years and yet my imagination had not even scratched the surface of the sensations provided by her pussy. I slid in and time stopped. I didn’t want this to end, so I moved in and out of her slowly. The inclination of course was to slam into Madeline as hard as I could, but I fought against it and controlled myself. I was luxuriating in the soft texture of her skin, the fullness of her breasts against my chest. Her arms around my back pulling me into her, her heels pressing against the backs of my calves as she tried to press her cunt up and suck me into the maelstrom of her churning desire.

{Whew, went a little overboard there, sorry.}

As I got familiar with the feelings I began to increase the pace a bit. It was strange, but I wasn’t getting the urge to cum that usually accompanied masturbation at this point; even though the sensations were not slacking off. I knew it the next time Madeline had an orgasm because she slammed her crotch into me and arched her back off the floor. I could feel the inner walls of her vagina squeezing and releasing in a regular pattern. I started to vary the rhythm a bit by slowing for a few strokes and the slamming for a few, then rotating at the bottom of the stroke. I pulled her knees up so that her thighs were between us giving me a chance to go deeper. The next time she came I almost got thrown across the room.

By this time we had been going at it for 30 or 40 minutes. I was starting to get tired. I let her legs back down and suggested a break.

“But Mark, you haven’t cum yet.”

“That’s okay Madeline, I’m enjoying this so much but I’m getting a little tired. Can we take a rest break, get something to drink, and go back to it later. You won’t think any less of me and you will want to do this again won’t you?”

“Want to do this again? I hope to shout I want to do this again. You have already, in one session; given me more orgasms than my husband did in 18 years of marriage. Hell yes I want to do this again, as often as I can.”

“That’s good, because you know that this is my first time and I really don’t know what I’m doing; but you are so beautiful and I want to make you happy. “

“If you made me any happier I’d just melt into a puddle. I’m not kidding darling, you are great and I want you to keep on doing what you are doing for as long as you can. Now, what do you want to drink?”

“I guess I’ll take some orange juice or a soda Madeline. I’m kind of dried out by the alcohol. “

“Okay dear, I’ll be right back.”

As she left I considered my situation. Here I was, naked, in a married woman’s bedroom with her children sleeping just down the hall. I now had an erection, which would not go down, and I was going to use it some more. There was a beautiful woman coming back into this room shortly who wanted me. I could not believe that she wanted ME. I had despaired of ever finding someone who would want me and was preparing myself to end it all when this vision of beauty showed interest and now had given herself to me.

When Madeline got back with the drinks we sat on the bed and talked a little more. I found out that Frank was her second husband. Her first was an immature jerk that left her after less than a year.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her tits and bush and her eyes seemed to be glued to my crotch as well. I slipped off the bed and moved on my knees over between hers. Now that I had a pussy in front of me I wasn’t going to waste the chance. I put my hands on her upper thighs and spread them apart to feast my eyes on this lovely sight. The smell coming from the junction ahead of me was intriguing to say the least. I kept moving my head forward until I was able to reach out my tongue and taste her.

“Oh Mark, are you sure you want to do that? No one has ever done that to me before.”

“Oh yeah I’m sure, just lay back and enjoy. Let me know if I do anything you don’t like.”

I may never have done it to a woman before, but I had seen a number of porno flicks and had many many fantasies.

I was tentative at first as I explored the taste and texture of her cunt. She hadn’t had time to shower and there was some sweat and such from a long day, but it only added to the flavor. I ran my tongue around the lips of her sex and drove it into her hole. I knew the clitoris was supposed to be at the top of her cleft but I was having trouble finding it. I put my hands up and spread her lips with my fingers until I had an unobstructed view and then I saw a little bump right at the top of her slit that had to be the clitoris. As I put my tongue on it Madeline confirmed my hypothesis with a loud gasp and a gargled scream as she came.

I looked up and saw that she had her face buried in a pillow trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.

As I glanced past her I saw the clock on her bedside table.

“What time are your kids likely to get up?” I asked.

Madeline looked over at the clock herself and said, “anytime now.”

“Well I had better get dressed and get back on the couch then. We don’t want any embarrassing questions.”

Madeline agreed but said that the kids would be going out soon and that we could continue where we left off then.

This sounded good to me and so I went back out to the family room after a very steamy kiss goodbye from my first lover.

About a half an hour later Priscilla came out and saw me on the couch. She went back down the hall and banged on her mother’s door.

“Mom, get out here. Mark Wilson is sleeping on the couch.”

“I know that dear, I offered it to him when he had too much to drink last night.”

“Well get him out of here. He gives me the creeps.”

About then her brother wandered out and told his mother to get him some breakfast.

I was playing at being asleep or I would have told the snot to get his own damn food. Madeline was used to this attitude though and went ahead and made breakfast for her kids.

“I hope he is gone when I get back,” Priscilla said, “I don’t know what you and Don see in him; I can’t stand him.”

“He’ll leave when I want him to, and not a minute before, so get used to it. Mark is going to be around a lot from now on, he is my friend and I enjoy his company. You could learn a lot from a man as experienced and intelligent as he is.”

“Experienced? Don says Mark hasn’t even had a date since he came back from the Army. How experienced could he possibly be?”

“I didn’t mean that kind of experience. I meant that he has traveled a lot and met a lot more people from all walks of life than any of us have. He has skills and knowledge that are hard to come by in today’s world. I admire how he has grown and how level headed he is. I wish that I had met someone like him years ago.”

“Well he still gives me the creeps. He doesn’t even seem to look at the girls that come over here and doesn’t try to go out with any of them. I think he might be gay.”

Madeline started coughing up a lung right then. Unfortunately she had been taking a drink of coffee as Priscilla came out with this statement and Madeline couldn’t contain herself.

After she got herself under control she said, “I don’t think that that is likely after some of our conversations. And he most definitely does look at you girls. He just considers all of you to be too young for a relationship. He has no wish to go to jail for statutory rape.”

“Well then why isn’t he dating anyone his own age?”

“I don’t know dear. Some girl is missing out on a good deal and doesn’t even know it.”

This seemed to settle the topic for Priscilla and a little later she and her brother took off to meet their friends.

Madeline watched them disappear down the drive and as she came into the family room she was removing her robe and nightgown. By the time she got to me she was naked and grabbed the cover off me, climbed on top, and gave me a big kiss.

“Now where were we big boy?”

I put both hands on her ass and said, “right about here babe. Let me get up and we’ll see if we can’t have some more fun.”

For the next 3 hours we fucked every way we could think of. Me sitting on a chair with her sitting on my cock facing me; Her bent over the back of a chair with me behind her; me on my back on the floor with her on top; her on her side on the couch with her upper leg bent and me straddling her lower leg entering her sideways. This last one was a lot of fun and at that point I had to call a halt. I still hadn’t come but Madeline was getting sore and had quit having orgasms. I didn’t want to hurt her; I wanted to do this some more and thought that another day would be better.

Madeline was a little upset, thinking that she was doing something wrong so that I could not come. She didn’t want to stop, but she was obviously in pain so I would not continue.

“It’s all right Madeline, so long as you want me to I’ll make love to you as often as I can. We don’t have to do everything today and I don’t want to hurt you even a little bit. I promise that I’ll come back over tomorrow and we can take up where we left off today.”

“But Mark, you haven’t come even once yet. What am I doing wrong?”

“Nothing dearest, I’m just screwed up again. At least I can get it up now; lets not look the gift horse in the ass please. I’m sure that I will get normal after a while. I don’t mind not having an orgasm. As long as I can make love to you I will be happy.”

{I know most of you are calling bullshit on me now, but I swear that this is how it happened. I don’t know what caused it but I didn’t come until the next day after another hour of fucking. I wish I knew what caused it because it never happened again in the next 30 years.}

The next day was Sunday and I arrived about 1 in the afternoon. Both kids were home and doing homework or just watching TV. Madeline fed me lunch and we sat in the kitchen talking for a while when she suggested that we take a walk in the woods. She asked the kids if they wanted to go, but of course both of them said no way.

We started out and as we passed her car she popped the trunk and grabbed a blanket. Madeline smiled at me and said, “always be prepared.”

We walked off into the woods on her property and soon we were out of sight from the house and from the road and shortly we came upon a hillside with a grassy clearing at the top. Madeline spread out the blanket and proceeded to undress, all the way.

“Are you going to join me or am I just going to give you a show?”

This is something that showed up many times in the span of our relationship. Madeline had an aversion to making love half dressed. She always wanted to be completely naked, not even hosiery was allowed. I thought it a little strange and occasionally it was even a little dangerous; but what the hell, sex was sex and never bad.

I quickly got undressed and by time I had Madeline was already lying down with her legs spread. I was hard so I just went ahead and pushed into her pussy and proceeded to fuck her brains out. She kept having to shove her hand into her mouth to hold back the screams as she came. I counted at least 5 orgasms when I suddenly felt the rising of my own long awaited blast. It was building slowly but I could feel it coming. I pulled out of her and told her to get on her hands and knees. As she did I reentered her and started driving to a finish.

“I think I’m going to come dear.”

“Please do, please shoot into me. I want to feel you come in me. I want to feel your sperm shoot into my pussy. Come Mark, come in me.”

“Here it is babe, I’m coming.”

I thought I was going to explode I shot so much. I kept on pumping into her cunt and suddenly it got very slippery and Madeline came again and collapsed onto the blanket with the last shot of my orgasm splatting between her butt cheeks.

“Oh God, I felt that. I felt it inside me, I’ve never felt it before and it was so good. I want to feel it a lot more.”

As she was saying this I was looking down at her in front of me. She was laying on her front with her legs spread. There was a blob of sperm on her ass and I could see my come dripping out of her red pussy lips onto the blanket. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I didn’t know how, but I knew that I wanted to do this a lot more as well. I didn’t give a damn about her age or her husband or kids; I just wanted to fuck this beautiful woman as often as I could.

We had quite a few adventures over the next few years, but those are other stories.

The end for now. Please send any comments or suggestions to sagacious221@gmail.com

Sagacious