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Madeline

By: Lillyflower72



Madeline had gotten divorced three years ago and she hadn't been with a man since. She always told herself that she didn't need another man that her dildo worked just fine. She lied to herself on that subject. She really wanted to feel needed again. She wanted to feel attractive and sexy. She really wanted to feel a dick in her that was attached to a body. Most days she didn't think about it. Her three daughters lived with her still though they were all over twenty and work always got in the way too but at night when she lay down was the worse. She would lay there horny, pussy dripping, and her toys never seemed to take care of her anymore. She went through her days miserable to say the most.

One night after an extremely hard day at work, she decided to lay on the couch and watch some porn. Something she had not done in a while since her daughters always stayed up late and she grew tired before they did. She lucked out that night. Sheri, Katie, and Mary were out and she was home by herself. She popped in the tape, undressed, and began to watch. About half way into the first scene she thought about getting one of her toys then thought against it. Maybe watching the film and using her hand would actually satisfy her this time. She began to play with her tits, taking her nipples in between her fingers and pinching them hard while imagining that it was the man in the movie that was doing it. The guy wasn't very attractive, they usually never were in porn, but he had a huge cock and that is all that was needed. She didn't much care about looking at his face but focused only on his big throbbing dick thrusting in and out of the girl. 

She moved her hand down and began to rub her clit, her fingers working fast. She wanted to cum as quickly as possible since she really had no idea what time the girls would be waltzing in. She moved her hand down and placed four fingers inside her. She started to fuck herself fast, her hand becoming soaked with her juices. She felt herself begin to cum, her body tensing and shaking uncontrollably. She sat up a bit to watch her own juices shoot out of her pussy. Just then the front door opened and the girls walked in. Madeline couldn't stop herself now. She had to keep going and finish herself off. As the girls watched she came harder then she had ever cum in three years. As the last wave of her orgasm came over her she screamed. She fell back on the couch exhausted. Her soaked hand falling limply on her belly. As she tried to catch her breath and tell the girls how sorry she was that they had seen her display, she saw them whispering to each other and began to walk over to their mother. 

She wasn't sure what was going on. She looked at them surprised, for she thought that they would run into their rooms. Katie turned off the fuck show on the TV and then they all silently undressed. She watched in amazement. She was still a little out of it and was confused as to what was about to happen. She watched as they all came down on their knees in front of her. Sheri whispered in her ear how much it had turned them on to watch her cum. She then understood what was about to happen. Her daughters were about to fuck her. She tried to protest, to tell them it wasn't right but when she went to open her mouth Katie came down and kissed her deeply while Mary's fingers found her still sensitive clit and began to rub it. She watched as Sheri's mouth went around her erect nipple. She lost control of herself. 

Her daughters were making her feel way to good to stop them now. She gave into them. Mary bent down and began to lap at her mother's pussy. The feeling of her tongue was going to send Madeline into another orgasm soon. She began to moan, but they were muffled by Katie's lips. Her hips came up and Mary began to lick harder and faster, knowing that Madeline would cum soon. She lifted her head up and rubbed at her clit while telling her mother to cum for her, that she wanted to taste it. This drove Madeline even deeper into passion and she yelled out that she was going to cum for her baby. After she could take no more she pushed her daughter's head away from her. Mary looked up, her chin wet with her mother's juices and she smiled. 

Sheri told her to hang on a minute and left to go to her room. Madeline wasn't sure what was going to happen next but she was happy that it wasn't ending yet. When she came back she had a strap on in her hand. Madeline had the urge to ask her where the hell she had gotten that from but didn't want to spoil anything. She watched as Sheri put it on and then trade places with Mary. She came in between her mother's legs and spread them wide. She held on to the fake dick as she entered it into her mother. Madeline gasped at the feel of it going into her all to willing pussy. Katie stood up and straddled her mother's face. Madeline brought her hands up to the girl's hips and guided her down to her mouth. Her daughter's pussy was so sweet that she could have spent a lifetime licking it. She moved her tongue slowly over her clit not wanting her to cum to fast. She heard Mary's moans and could only imagine that the girl was pleasing herself. Sheri began to fuck her mother faster with the strap on and Madeline felt another orgasm coming over her body. Her tongue started moving faster over Katie's clit. She wanted them both to cum at the same time. Katie's hands came down into her mother's hair and she pulled hard at it as she told her that she was going to cum. Sheri yelled out "come on Mom, cum all over my big dick!" With that Madeline lost it, her juices splashed out all over the dick and her daughter's legs as Katie's juices shot into her mouth. 

Sheri pulled the dick out and Mary came and sat herself down on her mother's pussy. She began to rock back and forth both of their clits rubbing together. Madeline loved the feel of her daughter's clit rubbing so hard against hers. She watched as Katie took the strap on off of Sheri and put it on herself. Then Sheri bent over placing her hands on the coffee table and Katie inserted the cock into her. She began to fuck her hard, driving the toy deep inside Sheri's pussy. It made Madeline so hot to watch her daughter's fuck each other. She looked at Mary and told her to move faster, she was going to cum again. Mary smiled and said "Anything for you Mom," and began to move her hips as fast as she could. Mary's own moans became louder and Madeline knew she would be cumming soon too. Again her and her daughters came together. Mary's and her juice mingling together while Sheri's went all over the toy Katie was fucking her with. 

Madeline told the girls she couldn't handle anymore. She had to quite but they wouldn't take no for an answer. The strap on was once again passed and Mary took possession of it. She turned Madeline around and put her on her knees. She asked her mother if she'd ever been fucked in the ass before. Madeline couldn't deny the fact that she had not. 

"Then take a deep breath Mom, this will only hurt for a minute." Madeline felt Sheri's tongue on her clit and the sensation of it was wonderful. She loved to feel her daughter eat her out. Madeline brought her hand to Sheri's pussy and placed two of her long fingers inside of her. She began to finger fuck her daughter slowly, loving to watch them go in and out of Sheri's pretty pussy. Katie come up and sat on the arm of the couch and spread her legs. Madeline stretched her tongue out and began to lick Katie's clit. She was so involved with what she was doing she had forgotten Mary's warning. She felt the cock began to push at her asshole and felt the head of it enter her. There was so much pain that her eyes teared up. She wanted to pull away but Mary grabbed her hips and made her stay. 

"Just get use to it Mom, move when you're ready." Madeline wanted to be good for her so, she started to gently rock back on the dick. The longer it was in her ass the better it started to feel. She let more of it enter her and in minutes the full length of it was inside her tight hole. She told Mary to fuck her ass hard. Mary began to slam into her, making the cock go as deep as it could. Madeline loved it. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sheri had to remind her that her hand had quite moving and Madeline resumed fingering her daughter as she licked Katie. Once again with them all screaming out their passion they came. All of them soaked in each other's juices, they broke away from one another. 

Mary came up to her Mom, the toy still attached to her. "Will you clean me off please Mom?" Madeline happily cleaned the toy off, taking it all into her mouth tasting her own juices on the cock. After the toy was properly cleaned Mary took it off. They all went silently to their own rooms. Madeline was happy, she really didn't need another man in her life not with daughters like hers.

Madeline



Madeline navigated her way down Cedar rd. Her car swerved from side to side as she tried to handle a turkey sandwich in one hand and a map in the other. The old faded signs posted on the buildings made it almost impossible to read the addresses. Cardboard boxes and broken furniture sat on the edges of the curbs. Madeline kept driving hoping that the address that she was looking for was further away from the trash and debree of her current surroundings. 

“Excuse me…” She asked a group of men that were playing basketball in the street. They stopped and eyed the red-haired woman with the southern accent. “Where might I find Elizabeth rd?”

One of the men leaned against her car with his tall, muscular frame. He peered down into the driver seat getting a good view of the peach skirt that barely covered her pantiless body. The man smiled seductively. “I can get you there if I can come along for the ride.” He spoke.

The other men laughed and came over to the car to see what held their teammates attention. Madeline put the map in the passenger seat. If they wanted a look, they were going to get it. At least she was going to get directions out of it. She was not shy about her sexuality and actually, she marveled in the fact that most men found her irresistible. Perspiration made the top of her sun dress stick to her breasts. The absence of a bra made the moment even more revealing. Her faint pink nipples pressed against the thin fabric. 

The men all reacted at the same time. Madeline’s pussy became wet at the thought of her body causing such a reaction. A naughty smile curled in the side of her mouth. A piece of lettuce from her sandwich had fallen into her lap earlier. One of the men reached into the car and picked it up. He ran his finger along her thigh. “Can I play connect the dots with these freckles.”

“Well, that depends on if you know what I’m looking for.”

“Yeah, baby. Elizabeth Rd is about 5 miles up on the right. But somehow I know that ain’t all that you’re looking for.”

“Thanks, baby. Maybe some other time.” Madeline pressed on the gas. Her car sped off and she waved a friendly goodbye as the men disappeared in her rear view mirror. 

Madeline pulled in front of a brownstone and let out a sigh of relief. 6500 Elizabeth road was distinctly different from the area where she’d stopped. She parked out front and grabbed her duffle bag from the trunk. That was the entire luggage that she’d brought. Madeline was on a traveling nursing assignment and all she really needed were several pairs of scrubs. 

Her apartment, 201, was on the second floor. After about 20min of being unsuccessful with trying her key in the door, someone came up the stairs. Madeline smiled at the tall slender man that was coming towards her. He gave her a passive nod and began entering the apartment across from 201. 

“I can’t get my key to work. Can you help?” Madeline asked hoping that he would give her the same response that’s she’d gotten from the basketball players. She slung her damp hair back off her shoulders giving him full view of her protruding nipples. He didn’t seem to notice. 

“You have to turn the key upside down, and pull the door to you, before you turn it.” He spoke softly and never made eye contact. Madeline noticed that he was not wearing a wedding ring. Good, she thought. There was going to be someone that she could fuck when she got off work. She decided to extend the invitation. 

Grabbing a letter out of his hand and looking at the information on it, “John...I’m Madeline. Could you open the door for me?” She put the key in his hand and pulled him towards her. Awkward and shy, John retrieved his letter, opened Madeline’s door, and quickly buried himself inside his apartment. 

After work that weekend, Madeline was feeling horny. She knew John was just across the hall but he was too much of a task. She needed instant gratification. Her clit begin to throb as she thought about the muscular black guy that helped her find Elizabeth rd. She quickly made a detour and headed for Cedar rd.

No one was playing basketball but there were plenty of people outside just hanging around. Madeline could not find her chocolate colored fellow in the medley of men that noticed her standing in the street. She sat on the hood of her car and waited for him to find her. 

Moments later, he emerged. Wearing a white tank top and red long shorts, he looked even more delicious than before. Madeline walked up to him. She barely measured up to his chest. “Are you ready for that ride now?” She let her eyes shamelessly trail down to his crotch. “Are you ready?” He asked with confidence. 

They walked over to a nearby apartment. Inside, more guys were playing cards on a small table. “Damn, Potent!” One of the card players said. “She came back lookin’ for yo’ ass.” 

Inside the back bedroom, Potent grabbed Madeline into an aggressive, hungry kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes just to meet his juicy tongue. Madeline was shocked but intrigued by how different the essence of a black man tasted compared to all the white men she’d dated. It wasn’t better, just different. A welcomed change. 

Potent pulled his pants down around his ankles and sat down on a chair. “Come and get what you came here for.” He said taking the base of his dick into his hands. Madeline eyed the thick, dark, limb that stood at attention before her. She likes to give blowjobs and she was curious if she would be able to take it all in. However, she’d come to get her pussy fucked and she didn’t know him well enough to swallow his dick. She then removed her scrubs. She straddled him and Potent positioned his cock beneath her. Madeline raised up and sat down on his massive member. 

Potent grabbed Madeline’s ass and slid her up and down on his dick. His girth stretched her pussy out and she moaned with delight. Madeline bucked her pussy against Potent. He watched as her tits jumped up and down on her chest. She pulled the back of his head, lowering his mouth onto her left nipple. His mouth almost covered her entire breast. Potent sucked hard causing the covered area to become red and sore. She held the back of his neck refusing to let him release her nipple. Madeline had a fondness for erotic pain. 

With her feet locked onto the sides of the chair, she reached back and massaged Potent balls. His eyes rolled up into his head and he lost his rhythm. His balls were huge and tight. They were ready to explode and Madeline’s delicate hand on them was causing his head to spin.  

“Are you on something?” He asked. 

“Yeah…don’t stop. Cum inside me”

With that assurance, Potent held onto Madeline’s waist. He hung his head back and pumped her steadily until he shot a massive load of cum into her pussy. Madeline squeezed her muscles around him and continued bouncing until she came as well. She could feel globs of his cum running out of her. The milky white trails coated Potent’s balls and thighs. 

Before leaving Potent asked what Madeline’s name was. She advised him that it was not important. When she needed him, she’d find him.   

A few days later after emerging from a bath, Madeline wanted to try her quiet neighbor again. She slipped on a tiny tee shirt and a pair of bikini underwear. She turned her air conditioner off and opened the window. 

Madeline knocked on John’s door. He answered and still showed no signs of noticing that she was barely dressed. She explained that her air conditioner was broken and that she needed him to fix it. John suggested that she call the on call maintenance staff. As he was closing the door, Madeline blocked it with her foot. “Can I come in and cool off while they fix it?”

“That’s not a good idea, Madeline.” He forced the door closed. Madeline heard it lock. She decided on another plan.  Two days later, the smell of fresh baked spaghetti and garlic bread met John at the door. No man can refuse good home cooking. Madeline explained that she’d cooked too much and thought that maybe they could have dinner together. John let out a hesitant sigh and opened the door wider for Madeline to come in. 

Over dinner, she tried to make conversation. John responded but he was very elusive to personal questions about himself. She still could not figure him out. There were no framed photos on the walls. No little knickknacks that would suggest that he travels. Nothing. 

John cleaned up the dishes while Madeline put a movie into the dvd player. However, she wasn’t interested in anything except getting John to break his reserved exterior and notice that she wanted something from him. 

Madeline leaned back on the couch. She placed one leg on the back of the couch and the other flat on the floor. She was in perfect position for John to see that she was a natural red head. She acted like she was fumbling with the remote when John came back into the room. He caught a full glance of Madeline’s exposed pussy. His eyes widened and then he turned away. “I think you should probably leave now.” He said looking at the floor. 

Madeline sat up. “What’s with you John?” 

He didn’t respond. John walked past the couch and into his bedroom. The door closed behind him. Madeline stood up and contemplated her next move. She was going to figure out who this reclusive man was and why he kept turning her down. She tipped toed over by his window and unlocked it. Then she walked loudly enough for John to hear her leave. The door slammed behind her. 

The next day, Madeline climbed up the fire escape and entered John’s apartment. She hurrily looked through his desk by the window. She wanted to find a sign of why he was not attracted to her. Maybe he was gay. He had to be, she thought. There was no other reason as to why he never excepted her advances. 

There were a bunch of dark suits in his closet. Nothing there. She rummaged through the nightstand that was by his bed. A dark green scrapbook had pieces of newspapers hanging out of it. Madeline opened it and gasped. The man in the photos was John. But his name was different. She read over the articles. This can’t be true, she thought. John was mild mannered. Timid, even. He would never do anything like the articles were suggesting. It was all unreal to Madeline but the scrapbook gave her what she needed. She carefully returned the book and left back out the opened window. She purposely left it cracked.  

That night, Madeline peered through his window. John was sitting in the dark in front of his television. The light was illuminating his outline. Madeline slowly slid the window open and stepped inside. She walked over to the side of his chair. He was startled to see her. Madeline had her hair in two ponytails. She had on a babydoll dress and white socks that were pulled up to her knees. Bright red patent leather Mary Jane shoes with the strap across the instep completed her outfit. John reached for his glasses. Madeline grabbed them first. “You don’t need these.” She said dropping the glasses on the floor. “You know who I am.” 

Madeline sat down on John’s lap. “Is this where you want me to sit? I’ll do whatever you want.” He squirmed and tried to get her to get off of him. Madeline rotated her hips in a circular motion over John’s crotch. He felt fire building up inside of him. 

“You don’t know about me, Madeline.” He said with his head down. John squeezed his eyes tight and tried to block out the familiar urges that had ruined his life. Madeline turned around to face him. She held her dress up enough so that he could see her white lace panties, a detail that she’d picked up from the articles. John wrinkled his brow at her. “You can’t do this. You don’t know who I am.” He pleated. 

“Yes I do.” Madeline grabbed John’s hand and slid it up her thigh. His hand met with her moistened panties. They let out simultaneous moans. John continued stoking her clit through the fabric. Madeline grabbed the chair over John’s head and leaned into his ear. She whispered, “I know who you are …Father Mitchell.” 

John became outraged. He grabbed Madeline by her shoulders and threw her off his lap. “You bitch!” He yelled standing to his feet. He grabbed Madeline by her throat and picked her up off the floor. “How dare you go through my things! I knew it.”

John’s rage was turning Madeline on. Her clit began throbbing at the thought of John fucking her with the anger that he was displaying in his living room. She laughed at him. “You know you want to fuck me” She taunted. “Just like you fucked those women in Boston.”

“Shut up!” He started to shake her. 

“Those women trusted you and you made them dress up for you and you fucked them.” 

“Shut up you little bitch!” John dragged Madeline over towards his front door. He was going to throw her out. She continued taunting him. “They all liked it except for one of them. She turned you in, didn’t she?”

Madeline freed herself from John’s grasp.

“She said you raped her. Did you, Father Mitchell? ” 

Fury entered into John’s eyes. He pushed Madeline back on the couch and before the springs in the couch could propel her back up, John grabbed the front of her dress. It tore like a sheet of paper and John flung it aside. He pulled Madeline up by her hair and forced his tongue into her mouth. She accepted his invasion into her mouth. At last, the passion that she had been waiting for.   

John put his hands into her lace panties and palmed her ass. His mouth moved over her breasts. He hungrily lapped at her dark pink nipples, biting them intermittently. Pulling her panties down, John inhaled the sweet feminine aroma that always overpowered him. He opened her pussy lips exposing her clit. John explored her cunt, licking from her pussy opening to her pubic hair. Madeline squirmed listening to the slurping sounds coming from between her legs. At last, she had him right where she wanted him. 

“That feels so good, John.”

The dawn-tinted hair covering Madeline’s pussy made John eager to fuck her. He liked when women didn’t shave. The soft hairs tickled the head of his dick adding to his sensations. John raised up and pushed his throbbing cock up into Madeline. He began fucking her violently. He pulled her hair hard enough to immobilize her head. His other hand rested firmly on her throat. He was not squeezing her neck, but the presence of his hand lead Madeline to believe that he could choke her if he wanted to. She tried to get her hair free but he refused to let go. 

“I noticed you, you little whore.” John plunged harder into her. 

“Wait!” Madeline asked trying to position her body so that she’d absorb less of the pounding. She wanted to feel his dick going in and out but she only felt the sharp pain of her body being pummeled.

“This is what you wanted!” John reminded her. Madeline was not one to be defeated in a fuck. She slapped John’s face as hard as she could. He was thrown off balance. Madeline pushed him the rest of the way to the floor and quickly sat on top of him. She pinned his arms above his head and worked her body over his crotch until his dick slid back up into her.

She roughly rocked her hips back and forth, fucking him with as much intensity as he’d fucked her. She spat in his face. “Fuck you, you sick bastard!” 

John got one of his hands away. He repeatedly slapped Madeline on the ass leaving red handprints. The sting on her ass turned Madeline on even more. She raised up higher off his dick creating longer strokes. Just as Madeline thought she was in control, John grabbed her hair again and yanked her off of him. 

John dragged her down the hall to the bathroom. With his free hand, he continued to spank Madeline on her ass cheeks. “Ow that hurts!” she pleated while grabbing her hair to relieve some of the tension. Once she regained her footing in the bathroom, she spit in his face again. “Fuck you!” She yelled. Her hair was still entangled in his fingers. 

John forced her on the floor in front of the toilet. John pressed Madeline’s face onto the seat. “Open up your ass!” He demanded. She was all too eager to feel him inside her tight hole. “Aw, yes, John. Fuck my ass.”

Madeline arched her back and spreaded her ass cheeks with her hands. John took his free hand and rubbed it in the soap dish. He slathered his dick with the slippery substance and placed the head of his cock at Madeline’s asshole. With a firm grip around the head of his dick, John pushed himself deep inside of Madeline. She moaned loudly. She loved the feel of a dick stretching her ass open. She asked him to take it all the way out and reinsert it again. He did several times and Madeline came so hard, her legs vibrated underneath his weight. 

Her moans echoed into the porcelain bowl. Her body jerked as John fucked her from behind. With long, banging strokes, he aimed to empty his balls inside her tight ass. John held Madeline’s hair tighter as he felt the tingling sensation rush up his dick. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. Anchoring himself onto her ass, John flooded her with three bursts of cum into her intoxicating hole. 

Madeline lay exhausted on the cold bathroom tile. John opened her legs and planted his mouth over her swollen pussy lips. Madeline winced. Realizing that she was too sore, John wet a wash cloth with cool water and placed it between her legs. He then lay on top of her and lightly licked around her areolas.  

John moved Madeline into the bathtub. He positioned her so that her knees were in her chest and her crotch was under the waterspout. Her bright red shoes were flat against the wall above the faucet. He turned the water on so that the stream would vibrate her clit. This was a new sensation for Madeline. The water ran over her while gently caressing her soreness. 

John kneeled above her head and placed his dick into her mouth. The cramped space didn’t allow for much movement. Madeline worked her tongue and mouth around the head of his cock. She grabbed his ass to pull him further into her mouth. He complied. 

John moved further over Madeline and lowered his balls onto her waiting tongue. She lapped at his balls, sucking them gently and methodically. While he was squatting and loving the sensation of her warm mouth on his sensitive balls, John began peeing over Madeline’s stomach. She loved the hot liquid running over her abdomen. 

Once he finished peeing, John moved back and put his cock back into Madeline’s mouth. He stoked the base of his dick while Madeline worked the head. The water over her clit was sending shock waves through her lower abdomen. She began pumping her hips to meet with the water’s steadfastness. 

Shorter quick movements around the base of his cock brought John to climax a second time. His cum exploded into Madeline’s mouth, filling it’s capacity and spilling over the sides. She swallowed as much of it as she could. His cum provided warmth inside of his belly. She loved that. 

John got out of the tub and sat on the edge. He reached down and stroked Madeline’s clit through the stream of the water. He wanted to fuck her again but he also wanted to watch her face as she climaxed. He missed the power he felt as he watched a woman contort her face and loss control of herself while cumming. 

John’s finger rubbed mercilessly over Madeline’s clit. His thumb held her hood back while he thrashed the sensitive underside of her body with his middle finger. Madeline moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Her wet hair was pasted across her face. 

John stared at her intensely waiting for the moment when he knew she had given up reign over her body. He rubbed faster and her body jerked and stiffened. She lifted her hips up and let out a deep wale that echoed against the bathroom walls. Madeline continued panting as John fingered her through her entire orgasm. 

Afterward, John disappeared out of the bathroom. Madeline found him sitting in the living room with his head in his hands. She walked over and kneeled before him. Her wet socks and shoes left a trail behind her. Madeline held his face up and kissed his mouth. She tongued him offering understanding of his need to have rough sex. 




Madeline



Madeline pushed John back into the chair. She took his flaccid, salty dick into her mouth and sucked it until it returned to its full girth. Her tongue manipulated his head and shaft until he expelled himself a third time. No words were spoken and Madeline returned to her apartment. 

The following weekend when Madeline came home from work, John’s apartment door was open. The place was emptied out. He’d moved away. She didn’t understand his need to keep leaving. Somewhere there is someone who understands his desires. She thought she’d showed him that. 

After her nursing assignment ended, Madeline never excepted another job in that city. She thought about John from time to time and wondered if he were still trying to run away…from himself.  



Madeline in Oregon



She hadn't seen her Aunt Margo in many years but she wasn't feeling guilty. Her family had made it clear. They did not agree with two women living together. The telephone call had to be dealt with immediately though. Margo was her mother's sister and had received the lion's share of the estate at the probate three years earlier. The call wasn't from her Aunt, rather from Margo's younger 'partner' Allen. 

Aunt Margo had been married but after nineteen years they had divorced, childless and disillusioned with marriage in general. Now more than ten years later her Aunt's boyfriend had called. Aunt Margo wasn't well and had asked Allen to reach out to Madeline. She had arranged to travel to Oregon to spend sometime with a woman who could have been helpful years ago. Madeline was just leaving high school and had spoken to Margo of her interest in women.

"You're too young to have settled this Maddy. I mean, sex with a girl once or twice doesn't mean you have only one view of the world."

Madeline had listened to her Aunt's view of her sexuality but once in college had decided her preferences. The trip would be for only a week and the weather in September in Eugene was nice. 

The call from Allen was short, "Sure I'll book a flight and be there within the week Allen."

She'd tried to booked a hotel but instead found a room in a small B&B nearer to Margo's home twenty-five miles west of Veneta. Being closer to the Ocean would allow her to excuse herself. She could spend some time with Margo but also head to the beach twenty miles away. The idea of staying at her Aunt's wasn't an option. Her memories needed some distance.

Tess had wanted to travel west with her but Madeline knew that was the wrong thing to do. She would sort out her feelings during the ten-hour flight and keep her lover out of the mess that was her remaining family. 

She picked up the black Mustang convertible after landing and drove the twisty road along the river with her hair in ponytail and the new green Ducks hat to prevent damaging her long hair. The day was nice and the road nearly empty. This rent-a-muscle car was just what she needed.

What she didn't need was what she encountered arriving at Margo's. She had never met Margo's 'friend' Allen.

"I could call him my boyfriend but that sounds so yesterday Maddy." Margo had said when they last spoken thirty months ago.

Now in Margo's driveway she opened the door as a young man approached. She didn't know who he was, maybe Allen's son?

"Hello Madeline, your Aunt told me to expect a pretty girl but she didn't say a tall beauty in a cool car!"

She paused before speaking, 'oh my god. . . this is Allen? He's barely thirty years old. My Aunt's become a cougar'.

"Hello, and thank you for saying that. You, are you Allen?" She asked.

He was over six-two and lean, wearing a pair of beach shorts and a clean but torn t-shirt. Madeline was astonished. Her panty was damp!

She had stepped clear as the door swung closed and Allen reached out and hugged her. He smelled clean as his long arms wrapped about her narrow back and her breasts compressed as he hugged her again.

"You must know how much this visit means to Margo. She is inside napping but should be awaking in thirty minutes. Can I bring your bags?"

Madeline's heart was racing as Allen released her, and he turned and reached into the car to pop the truck.

She spoke quickly, "I'm, I mean, I don't have a bag. I've a room at the Pines. Can I sit down?"

Allen turned back toward her, "Oh, you look quite pale. Can I get you some water Madeline?"

She was sitting on the porch as he swept out of the door with the cool drink in one hand and a can of beer in the other, "I hope you don't feel sick," handing her the moist glass.

She looked up to his face as she took the drink, but was distracted by her thought; 'I can't believe this. He's making me as wet as a teenager on a first date. This is your Aunt's boyfriend. Thank god I've a room a few miles away!'

She drank most of the water and said, "I must have become dehydrated on the airplane. Thank you Allen."

Allen also sat, "Margo is still quiet and the nurse will let me know when she awakes."

Madeline was sitting in contrast to Allen forty inches away, wearing an expensive sleeveless V-neck wrap dress made of light-green chiffon. Her legs were bare and she wore a pair of off-white wedge sandals with a medium heel. She had her legs crossed and was looking at her Aunt's buff stud of a boyfriend. Had her Aunt ever mentioned Allen was so young? Her questions couldn't be answer at this point so she distracted them by discussing the ride from Eugene.

"I haven't been here in the Valley for at least eight years. I enjoyed the windy ride. Now my hair is a mess."

Allen smiled, "You look just fine Madeline. I know your Aunt always calls you Maddy. But you don't look like a 'Maddy'. Can I call you Madeline?"

Madeline looked over his shoulder to the field and hills beyond. Was he aware of his impact on me? Is my face flushed? I should use the restroom.

"Sure all of my friends do. Can you direct me to the powder room? It's been awhile," she arose and followed him into the small but comfortable front room of the house.

"Just there on the right. Margo is in the back bedroom so you can't bother her."

Before she relieved herself she touched her moist labia and brought the juice to her nose. She was very wet and the panel of her thong soaked. She had another pair in her handbag but that was in the car. She thought to call out for Allen and ask him to retrieve the bag from the Mustang but realized that Tess had handed her a soft sextoy as she left early this morning. It was in the top of her handbag. She would have to sit with wet panties and deal with Allen until her Aunt was awake.

As she left the powder room she saw a photograph of Margo and her ex-husband on the Hall wall. Uncle Richard was good-looking but the same age as Margo. Now her Aunt had a boyfriend who could have posed in a studmuffin magazine. His abs were distracting Madeleine, just apparent through the holes in his t-shirt. She had to find a way to cease these thoughts; she wanted to fuck this man. To fuck the first man in almost ten years? The threesomes her and Tess shared were not the same thing. How had he come into Margo's life? 

She was about to excuse herself and return to the Pines when she met the nurse in the front room, "Hello, I'm your Aunt's nurse. My name is Esther."

Now another problem had arisen. This wasn't the type of nurse she had considered when Allen had spoken of her twenty minutes ago. The woman was almost her height and wore a white uniform and an apron. Her hair was light auburn and up in a bun. She wore little makeup but Madeline could see that this was a beautiful woman. Crazy beautiful. And Esther's uniform was causing her body to respond. She could feel her moistness again. 

How would she get through this afternoon? Was she attracted to this woman or was her elevated arousal really caused by Allen?

"Margo is awake, can I take you to her?"

Madeline followed Esther to bedroom, her eyes watching the movement beneath the nurse's white dress. At the door she saw her Aunt in the bed. She looked like she was near death.

Quietly Esther said, "She looks worse today but your visit will change that. Her lungs are the problem but she can be comfortable here in her home for the next few weeks."

Madeline stepped to the bedside and sat lightly reaching to Margo's face. The soft touch caused Margo to turn and open her eyes.

"ah, ahh, Maddy, You look so wonderful. Is Tess with you?" her Aunt said.

Madeline considered this question quickly before answering. Her Aunt knew of her lover but they hadn't met.

"No Aunt Margo, she stayed behind. I hope you'll understand."

Margo's face twisted, "I know I've disappointed you. My stupid statements were from my disrespect for the lives of others. I had wished she would come with you.

Do you have a picture?"

Madeline almost asked the nurse to run out to the car for the bag but stopped. The woman was less likely to probe inside but she didn't want to risk this beauty finding her toy.

"Yes I'll show you them later okay?"

After thirty minutes of talking about the illness and the past eight years Margo closed her eyes slowly. Esther saw she was fatigued and suggested a pause.

"Can we let her rest for an hour?"

Out on the porch with these two wonderful looking people whom she'd just met they spoke about the difficult past six months and the consequence of the lung disease Margo had discovered.

"She will be comfortable at best and the pain medicine assures she rests frequently. Allen is a god sent for Margo." Esther said as she turned to look at the stud sitting nearer to Madeline on the narrow porch.

Madeline could stop her lust only by continuing to discuss her Aunt's condition. Esther assured her that Margo would be lucky to live another month.

"Allen what will you do? I mean to say, how are you handling this challenge?" Madeline saw that as she said this his eyes shifted to the floor. 

He started to speak but stalled. 

"Margo and I had ended our love quasi-affair over nine months ago. When I'd heard she was sick I came back to help her. At first she didn't share how sick she was and Esther would visit only every other day or so. The hospital wasn't helping her. A simple infection could have killed her. After three months a nurse was with her everyday and when we realized Margo needed more care your Aunt asked to have a nurse staying in the guest room. Esther is the second nurse to stay. The first one couldn't continue due to her family."

Madeline was able to stay focused for the next thirty minutes while the two ran through the care and treatments Margo had endured. Each time she looked across at Allen she had to quickly advert her eyes to the hills to stop her sexual images stirring her pussy. If she turned to look at Esther she would shift her gaze lower only to see the smooth legs of this other beauty. She was somehow able to restrain herself until Esther confirmed that Margo was able to speak again. 

After their second visit of the afternoon Allen said that he had to run into town to refill Margo's prescriptions. Madeline was sitting quietly after sending Tess an update via text. Her handbag was beside her and closed. She had shifted the toy to the lower pouch but not until she'd removed it and studied it. The scent on the shaft of the toy was pleasant though Tess had cleaned it before handing it to her.

"This will keep you honest lover. Don't forget where he was just yesterday." Madeline was reviewing the memory of Tess' joyful orgasm when Esther came out and sat down on the swing bench right next to Madeline. 

She sensed that the nurse wanted to say something and turned slightly toward her. Madeline could smell her own arousal from her thoughts of Tess. How could any sexual woman sitting this close not know that Madeline's pussy was dripping?

As her eyes moved up to Esther's face she saw that Esther was turning as well and she saw that the nurse's leg was shifting to cross toward Madeline.

"I'm about " Esther moved a bit quicker seeing that Madeline was going to speak and stop what Esther wanted to happen. Esther's left arm and her leg were softly around Madeline as her lips reached Madeline's and Esther's tongue moved with little resistance into Madeline's parted lips.

The kiss was a surprise to Madeline yet she allowed this beautiful woman to lead the tongue play. Esther's month was sweet and clean and her tongue moved within Madeline, asserting Esther's will over any objection Madeline might pose.

Madeline move back away slightly, "Esther, you can't " but Esther pressed forward so that their breasts were touching through the material of their dresses while the nurse moved her hand atop Madeline's. As the kiss continued Esther took Madeline's long fingers into her own as Esther parted her thighs and her hand moved beneath the hem of the her white dress. She moved Madeline's fingers near her naked sex. Esther had removed her panties before coming out to the porch.

"Your Aunt talks in her sleep Maddy."

"But Esther, " she stopped as the nurse's tongue deeply entered her mouth again.

Pausing their kiss Esther said, "She says you sleep with girls, " Esther was now fully in control as her hand had slipped from her own sex and was pushing Madeline's legs apart, reaching to touch her soaked thong.

"I saw your toy Madeline. May I see it in your mouth? Will you let me fuck you?"

Madeline was panting as the hand between her thighs had penetrated her with three fingers. Esther was fucking her and Madeline couldn't find the will to resist the attention. She wanted to stop, to feel she could prevent feeling she was betraying Tess' love but she couldn't. Now Esther was moving. The insides of both of Madeline's thighs were wet and her lipstick-covered lips were smeared. 

"How could you," Every word Madeline tried to make was cutoff as Esther would push her sexy tongue back into Madeline's mouth. 

Then Esther just stopped kissing her. Madeline looked to the woman's face and saw Esther smiling as she reached down into the handbag and withdrew the toy. The same toy that had fucked Tess just yesterday.

Esther brought the toy to her mouth and licking the helmet noticed the familiar scent, "So you want it in your tight passage Madeline?"

Madeline spoke slowly, "You've got to slow down Esther. For God's sake you're my Aunt's Nurse!"

Madeline sat up wanting to stand but was weak. "I'm in a committed and loving relationship with Tess. I don't want to continue this " but Esther did and sensing Madeline's reservations she had moved closer and pulled Madeline to her feet and again her tongue was willingly accepted. Esther knew she would fuck Madeline but she didn't need to rush. She wanted an entire night of fucking therefore she moved slight back.

"This girl Tess likes toys in her bottom. So do I Madeline. We'll stop and I'll let you get settled. I suggest that you check your face before that cutie pie returns. He wants to fuck you too you know? But your panties have shown me that you'll be mine."

Esther moved away from the swing and stood just looking at Madeline, whose dress hem was up passed her waist exposing her wet pussy. Madeline was still breathing deeply but moved to cover herself. The soaked panty wouldn't let her stop considering how close she had been to orgasm with this powerful and dominant woman.

Esther reached into her pocket removing her own panties. "You can use mine until we start this again." She turned and walked toward the door.

At the door she stopped, "He does have a nice penis, but I like moist smooth girls like you."

After using the powder room Madeline called Tess, "I maybe should have let you come along on the trip. My Aunt's nurse is a real looker and she will be trying to get into my pants Tess."

The call to Tess allowed her to explain in detail Margo's desperate condition and Tess asked Madeline to relax.

"If this woman wants you then I understand. She can't change what we have Madeline. I mean, is it just sex Madeline? If you lick her pussy you're still going to need my loving body right?"

As Tess was nearly ready to hang up Allen returned and Madeline said goodbye and set the phone down. Seeing him reminded Madeline that only thirty minutes ago Esther was close to fucking her with Tess' toy. Now watching Allen move she considered her options. Maybe she would ask Allen to accompany her to dinner. Esther's had a job to do right here but getting away might be a good idea. She was surprised how easily Esther had taken the dominant role. 

"Allen can you advise me on a place for dinner?"

He stepped up the porch stairs, "We had planned to have some take-out here. Would that be okay Madeline?"

Madeline made a little face, "I've had a long day and was hoping to disappear for a few hours after we speak with Margo again."

Just then Esther step out, "Your Aunt is awake Maddy." She followed the sexy woman back to the bedroom.

The discussion with Margo was about the estate and how the lawyer had arranged to transfer the various properties and assets. It was amazing that Margo had this very detailed information still within her mind.

"Did you remember to find the photos of Tess?"

Madeline used her phone to show the hundreds of photos of her and Tess' past nine months. Her aunt had few questions but said afterward, "I will missing getting to know your Tess. It's all on me though. I could have, I mean I should have compelled you to bring her with you. I should have reached out to the two of you months ago. "

Margo was again exhausted and Esther left to prepare her dinner. 

Madeline asked Allen if she could help Esther with feeding Margo, "It's not something I usually do because Esther does it so well. You could stay and watch but your Aunt generally isn't talkative during the evening."

Allen could see that Madeline was a bit sad and said, "I guess we could stop for a bite at the Diner. It does serve for another hour or so."

Allen stepped out to the Kitchen to let Esther know he would get some food at the Diner. 

During that small moment alone with Margo Madeline saw that she was alert. "Madeline, I know that you were surprised to meet Allen. He has been a good friend and though you may see it differently he and I were not lovers. Yes we did sleep together but he's been more of a companion to a mature lady. Can you see what I mean?"

Madeline wondered, is she suggesting that he's a gay man? Or is she simply trying to say she didn't treat Allen like a 'cub'?

"I just like him near. I can count how many times he's been with me on one hand Maddy." 

Madeline wondered why this seemed important but Margo said next, "He a man with needs and I would say he's very certainly noticed your beauty."

"But Esther is better looking than me and she's been near him for months right?" 

Margo actually laughed, "She's as queer as they come dear. She will most certainly try to bed you. Shit she has been servicing me weekly for two months."

"What? Servicing you, you mean like for pay?" Madeline knew she didn't have to say anymore. 

A moment later Allen came in, "Oh you're awake Margo. Esther will be ready in five minutes. Madeline and I will stop at the Diner for some quick food then she'll stay at the Pines tonight. I'll see you later." He bent to kiss her forehead. 

During the simple meal they shared their backgrounds. Allen had a Master's in Biology and was between assignments therefore he could stay near Margo.

"She means the world to me Madeline. She has been a great friend and yes I do love her. Not like what you might think though." He spoke of his family in Texas and how he'd met Margo but something seemed to be holding him back.

Madeline watched as he would pause after starting a new point then redirect himself.

"Do you feel alright Allen?" she decided to ask him directly.

He looked away than spoke softly, "I wanted to tell you that you're much more lovely in person. For years Margo has shared the photos she did receive. I was stunned when I saw you get out of the 'Stang. I mean, yes I mean to say, I'm highly attracted to you."

Madeline reached across the table covered with the plates, "You're so cute to say that Allen. You know I've a significant partner in Tess right?"

The next few days were similar; Madeline would get to speak with her Aunt for thirty to forty minutes and Margo would then sleep. The fourth day was Esther's day off and Allen did most of the chores in her absence. Madeline came out to porch in the mid-afternoon to find Allen asleep on his back on the low bench. She could see he was dead asleep but also noticed that he was a stiff as a rocket. She started to move back inside but then paused to look back. His erection seemed to be calling to her and she stepped back outside. 




Madeline in Oregon



A few more quiet steps brought Madeline to his side and she knelt down and looked closely at this beautiful man. She touched the outside of his shorts and his phallus moved a sight amount though Allen body remained still. Next she licked her lips and bending to her knees and slipped her right hand up his shorts leg and grasped his thick penis. With her left hand she slowly lowered the zipper and pushed aside his brief. 

She held him in her hands and looked to his face; still asleep. Could she enjoy this sexy man? 

She moved her head lower and nearer to the stiffness as her hand softly pumped his shaft and she saw the drop of pre-cum fluid on the tip. She extended her tongue and tasted this sweet fluid. She had decided to suckle Allen. Her anxiety had been released by Margo's statement and she now wanted to feel him. Her tongue gently moved down along the phallus as she moved to the end of the bench and could better engulf him. As she traced the length back to the helmet she opened her mouth and covered his cock. 

With her action his phallus stiffen and she felt the thickness fill her soft mouth. She suckled him gently but he was nearing peak though he was still asleep. Madeline had become comfortable swallowing and wasn't going to allow his to escape. As she sucked and her tongue wrapped about the hard shaft he erupted pumping into her mouth. He had awakened as this happened and with his eyes open he groaned softly. He immediately knew what had happened and his right hand reached to touch the hair of his lover. Still deep within her mouth he came strongly for his release had been many, many days past.

"That was surely a surprise Madeline and I enjoyed it immensely. Why did you decided to milk me? I hope not from pity."

She released him and moved to his side, "My Aunt said you were wonderful to her and I saw you sleeping with a raging woody, " she smiled and licked her lips as he pulled her close and they kissed.

Later after a simple dinner that Allen prepared she asked him about how he had come to feel he needed to be near Margo.

"She was a wonderful person who didn't have to do anything for me. She and I met when I'd crashed my bicycle nearby close to four years ago. She helped me with the minor injuries and that evening made me dinner. I slept on her porch that night. The next morning I rode off but we started communicating via E-Mail. Some time later I stopped by and ended up staying for years."

Madeline reached for his hand, "After you left, did she contact and tell you of her illness?"

He shifted a bit, "Oh no, I just felt she needed me and I stopped by. I could see she was struggling and I moved back. The reasons I'd left still exist. I had a new study and she wanted me around all the time. I wanted to do the research but she felt she could just keep me, covering all or must of the expenses. I wanted something more. It was the feeling of being kept. It was also that I needed more sex. She was happy if we screwed once every two months. If she had been able to give a blowjob like you did earlier I would never have left Madeline."

As he spoke Madeline's hand move subtle beneath the table to her panty. She was damp again. She wanted more of that lovely cock. Tess had seemed to allow this adventure. To be sure she would text her and simply ask. 

While Allen spoke of his biological investigation Madeline quietly typed out 

'I'm going to get fucked tonight if my mistress will allow it' 

and she pushed send. A moment later she received a response

'I want a picture of his cock covered in your pussy juice'

She chuckled and Allen realized that she had been interrupted by something.

"Is everything fine?"

Madeline moved closer, pushing her chair next to his, "Oh I'm certain your cock will thinks so. I ready for more of you. I'm going to shower. If we play out on the porch will Margo hear us?"

He looked to her and they kissed, "She's already out for the night. So get a move on you lovely woman. I'll use the outdoor shower and meet you in thirty minutes."

After finding a shower cap Madeline completed her ablutions and used her small makeup collection to prepare for Allen. She had worn a simple white Jockey chemise beneath her summer dress today. She had rinsed it before dinner and was surprised to find it dry shortly afterward. She wasn't happy without a proper preparation for making love but Allen and her were just having sex. It could be fun and she hoped he would be a compassionate lover. 

Walking out to the porch she saw the flicker of several candles. She turned back to check on Margo. She was sleeping comfortably. Esther wasn't due back until seven tomorrow morning so she set the phone to awaken her at six-thirty. She wasn't interested in having Esther awaken them. 

Allen wasn't on the porch yet so she settled on the swing. In a moment he appeared with a bottle and two wine glasses. He was wearing a simple pajama bottom with a tie string.

"Let's enjoy this local Pinot. My friend is the vintner and says he's made a great one."

She looked over his body; the pant was slightly tented about this crotch. She considered what she was about to do. Allow someone deep inside body. Tess was her lover and partner. Tess' body was on Madeline's mine as she considered Allen. Her and Tess had discussed making a baby someday. Tonight was not going to be that night. Allen's stiff cock would be all she would focus on for the next few hours. She had pre-lubed her back passage. He would or he could have all three of her openings tonight. 

Standing she twirled and he said, "I want this to be special Madeline."

"My body is your tonight Allen. Please take me," she said as she flipped the back hem of the chemise to stir his interest.

He came closer and knelt on his right knee lifting the material slightly and he just looked at her pussy. He didn't move for a minute and then he extended his soft tongue. He ran his moist probe along her vulva. Maybe she would be lucky tonight.

He used his hands to shift her body and then he licked her deep cleft stopping to roll his tongue and then push inside her back opening.

"I love oral Madeline. I hope you do to." Then he inserted his thumb slightly into her moist labia.

She gasped as he remained there a moment until he pushed deeper and gently. This subtle first penetration was so exciting. She realized she was primed for what would follow. He turned her slightly more and his tongue and thumb were inside her two lower openings. Gasping again as he stood and his musky tongue entered her mouth while his stiff member was pulsing at her ass crack.

She wanted to suck his cock again and asked him to turn her around. His hand came to the top of her head. He directed her with it while she shimmy about. His phallus was strong as he pushed it into her warm mouth then his hand moved her again. Her mouth was at his testes and she sucked one into her mouth and ran her tongue upward to engulf him. The size wasn't an issue as he had aligned with her throat and the length passed quickly and deeply. He could have stayed in this tight canal but he wanted her pussy now.

"Can I fuck you Madeline? Will Tess be okay?"

"I'm so close Allen. Run your cock along my body slowly and then enter me. I'll pop like a cork " before she could complete the statement he had done so and his cock pushed into her moist pussy. He moved subtly for as few seconds and then he lifted her to his chest with her back against him. Two slow penetration and then a fast one. He repeated this three times before his cock slipped out.

"Oh baby, let me insert you please," Madeline said.

Now she rode him for a few more thrusts and started to cum without warning. Madeline just exploded. She tried to slow his pace, pushing her hand back and finally could speak over the rough panting.

"I, ah, a ahh, please, slow down, now Allen. You've got a great, " 

Madeline knew he had experienced what she had and she would attend to him after a pause. He carried her to the swing and she rested while he kept his cock semi-hard just looking at her.

"What?" she asked looking at his hand and cock.

"Nothing Madeline. I'm waiting for you. Just watching you, and waiting. I'm far from ready for this night to end."

Madeline wasn't certain if she slept but she became aware of Allen at some point. More specifically her lips were being kissed very lightly. Then she parted them and his tongue was opening her. Allen was rubbing her labia with his cock as well.

"I'm sure you can feel me Madeline. The pussy juice is running from you and , Oh I got to be inside here ", he had slipped inside her bottom. 

The oozing of her climax had coated her tight rim and he was surprised when his helmet just entered her.

"Oh baby, you're ", he was holding her with her legs raised and as Allen moved a bit deeper into her bottom he positioned her legs at his shoulders.

"Allen you feel so good," Madeline was fully alert from having been shifted and she reached toward him, her arms pulling them together as her legs swung down to his hips just as Allen's balls touched her cheeks.

"Your cock, it's deep within me and I can feel ", his right fingers were in her pussy.

His pace wasn't rushed for he knew to bring her off he had to be patient. The long fingers in her pussy were being squeezed by Madeline's kegels as Allen's cock was plunging into her back canal. 

"Oh, oh my, Allen, fuck me, oh please! My pussy, oh my ", she was hold tightly, her hips on the arm of the swing.

Then he paused and his stiff cock slipped out as Allen turned her about while still holding her but now she reached to hold his neck, her back tight to his abs and chest. She felt his left hand guiding the phallus back to her bottom, while his right was patting her mound.

"I'll do that." She said as he started to thrust into her ass again.

Madeline purred, "Yes Allen I love how this feels. Fuck my tight ass." Her one hand was in her pussy while the other helped steady her upper body against his chest. A moment later he moved them to the bench and rested her on her left side while he continued to push deeply into her bottom.

"This is so much better Allen, I'm going to " she almost said something about trying this with Tess but she held her lovers secret. "Tess" was all she said.

"Tess allows me to fuck you, I like Tess' idea of love." He was now close and moved Madeline to the end of the bench, her knees on the porch surface.

The rhythm of their copulation increased as he came closer to orgasm.

"Oh , oh, Allen please fuck me. Yes, yes oh ", Madeline's orgasm started from his cock's depth and her fingers on her clit. She called out a little too loudly.

"Yes", said Allen as he ejaculated strongly. "Yes your ass is perfect Madeline. I love how you're holding me." 

His deepest penetration was complete and he stopped and enjoyed her tightness. The phallus within her still Madeline used her muscles to milk her lover inside her bottom.

"That was extraordinary Madeline. My cock is still spasming."

"Yes I feel you Allen. Don't pull out though. Let's stay this way for a few more moments."

She reached to her pussy and rubbed wetting her fingers, "Here is my second explosion of the night." She coated his lips.

As the morning arrived Esther came back on duty. She came in via the porch and saw the empty bottle and the past candles. She guessed that they were up late.

When she saw Madeline just after seven coming out of the shower she was certain. The stud had fuck her prey. Esther wasn't happy and she quickly took control.

"You weren't to allow him inside you, " as Esther pinned Madeline against the wall.

"Where is he now?" she said as her hand pushed the robe open and her finger rubbed along Madeline's slit.

"His cock was here last night? Did you like it?"

Madeline simply nodded, as Esther's fingers entered her and the Dom kissed and bit her lower lip. 

Madeline felt the blood on her mouth. It wasn't a deep bite.

"That's to remind my little whore who has her pussy," as she pushed two more fingers into Madeline.

"Your cunt is for me to play with, not that ripped stud. You like girls right?"

Esther licked the wound and then entered Madeline's warm mouth. "I'm not surprised that you like cock. I've brought my harness today. I'll be stuffing your little pussy. I may also fill your tight hole Maddy."

Esther released Madeline and she quivered watching her other lover move to the Kitchen.

Madeline was beside herself. She enjoyed the sex with Allen. She liked being around him but she had a great lover in Montreal. Her larger concern was dealing with this super bitch Esther. Her beauty kept Madeline on the edge, her panty moist always. Later that day she went for walk and called Tess.

"Yes he fucked me really well but he's not you and I can't wait to get out of this little town Tess. My Aunt seems worse since I've arrived but the nurse says we can't be sure. Any day could bring her death. I feel I can't leave honey. I know it's been almost a week."

Tess had waited for her lover to ask. Now she wanted to reclaim her. "I've booked a flight and will arrive in San Francisco late tonight. The plane to Eugene lands at nine-tomorrow morning. Can you pick me up?"

After the call Madeline was anxious. She still had to deal with Esther today, and tonight. 

Allen came by on his bike, "I'll be back in awhile. I need to ride Madeline." He was near and kissed her lightly. "See you after two."

As she walked back to the house she wondered how to get away. Maybe she should just head to Eugene for the day. Esther had no way of truly controlling her. It was Madeline's head that allowed this sexy bitch to manipulate her, to make her panties a mess. 

The moment she reached the porch Madeline knew what would occur next. Sure enough Esther was waiting, just inside the front room so that Madeline couldn't see her. Esther also saw Madeline relax as she sat on the swing. Esther had found the handbag and had the phallus in her hand as Madeline sat down. Now she held the toy behind her back and came out to the swing.

Madeline had the wide swing moving slowly and turned as Esther came through the door.

"He'll be gone for hours and Margo is fast asleep my little whore." Esther said.

Esther came to stand in front of Madeline with one hand concealing the toy. She was dressed in a similar white dress but without an apron and this version seemed more revealing. The top three buttons were open and as Esther leaned toward Madeline to kiss her the nurse's unrestrained breasts became evident. Madeline reached to touch the right nipple now exposed as she stopped the swing.

"How do we do this Mistress?"

Esther reached for her girl, "Come to my room Maddy."

Walking over to the Guest House in front of Esther Madeline listened as the Dom spoke lewdly, "Lift the hem whore and show me that taut set of cheeks. I think I should dress you in black leather. Maybe a mask with a penial shaped gag would work. I'll stuff your holes full. No, maybe a pale white would be better."

A few steps further Esther stopped her, "bend forward bitch." 

She pushed a metal toy into Madeline's ass. The coolness and the lube were just right and her tight back lips seal about the intruder.

"Now were getting somewhere. No resistance is so sexy. I can't wait to see my big dick in your tight opening Maddy."

The property didn't appear to have separate dwelling because it was behind and attached to the garage. 

Entering through a utility space Esther stopped Madeline, "I don't want you fleeing while I prepare." She wrapped a collar about Madeline's small neck. The chain falling from the leather strap was five feet long and locked to a small ringlet on the chair rail. Madeline would be allowed little movement.

"I'll be back," and Esther closed the door.

After what seemed like an hour Madeline stirred hearing the door latch open.

The door swung clear and Madeline saw her Dom, now dressed in a black bra with nipple cutouts, a suspender holding up the sheer near black hose and pair of black heels. From her mound projected a black phallus at least eight inches long.

Madeline moaned upon seeing this vision. Esther moved to release the girl and dragged her into the next room. 

"Remove that shitty dress and those sandals. Get dressed while I lube your new boyfriend."

Madeline saw the similar outfit lying atop the bed but these were white, though the hose appeared translucent. She heard soft music as well and the scent of peach was in the air.

Quickly donning the garments she turned seeing her toy, Tess' toy held in her Mistress' hand and near her head.

"Suck it bitch"

She opened her mouth and covered the head. The taste was new; Esther had covered the toy, pussy was what Madeline guessed, as she allowed the Dom to push it deeper into her mouth. While Madeline suckled the toy her Mistress pushed some lube into her sub's back passage.

"I want my slippery sub to take my cock deeply in one thrust. Turn and lay across the corner; here."

Mistress had positioned her, now wearing tall heels, so that her bum was located at a perfect height. The Dom pushed her head to the coverlet.

Madeline waited a few moments wondering when the cock would find her, penetrate her deeply. Her wait was surprising but she dare not move nor look. And then it did; the tight outer ring was opened and the cock then passed the second. Once within her bottom Mistress simply continued sliding inside her sub. Madeline moaned again as she felt the balls of the strap-on hit her soft cheeks.

"Oh Maddy you've got all of my cock inside you. Do you want me to fuck you slowly? Like this?" Esther pulled out of her sub and then launched her second deep penetration. 

"Oh, yes, I get to watch your rosebud open and close about my great dick."

Esther's other hand reached around to her sub's pussy. She slid her finger slowly into the girl and pressed lightly on the g-spot. Madeline's breathing accelerated as the cock in her ass started to punch back and forth. The fingers massaging the inside wall of Madeline's vagina were bringing on a wave. She noticed her face was in an ecstasy for Mistress had positioned a mirror opposite her position. 

She could see the auburn hair that was released from the bun now, the deep toned makeup of her lover's eyes and the pistoning hips over her shoulder. This wasn't how the day was to have been. Where was Tess? Why or how had she allowed this Dom to have this level of control? To have this black phallus entering her tight taut body? Her breasts were heaving as the fucking continued. 

"Oh Maddy, I'm, I'm deep, oh my god! I'm com, coming!"

The sexual assault was complete. Esther had done as she intended. She had fuck Madeline's ass. 

They rested and spoke quietly, "Your good with that phallus Esther. My orgasm, well your finger caused mine. Can you agree to not overtly control me the rest of my stay? It has been an interesting couple of days but I want to focus on Margo. Her condition is why I'm here."

Esther moved to kiss Madeline and they hugged. Madeline showered here before running back just before Allen rode into the driveway.

Margo was still sleeping as Esther returned to duty. Allen had brought some lunch and the three ate quietly on the porch.

Madeline had decided to let Tess' arrival be a surprise. It made no sense to tell Margo of the visit. Esther went to Margo's room and checked her vitals with Madeline watching.

"I monitor her breathing, counting per minute. Sixteen is the average. Today she's at twenty and she seems to have to work harder. Can you get me a cool wash towel?"

A bit later Tess called from San Francisco, "I got an earlier flight. I'll be in Eugene by five ok?"

Madeline thought, 'Thank God' for Tess. 

"I'll be waiting Lover! We'll have a light meal at a small bistro I know of there. The drive back to Margo's toward the setting sun will be good."




Madeline in Oregon



They arrived after dark but Margo was alert. Esther met them in the drive, "I'm glad you're back. Hello, you must be the woman I've heard so much about. Nice to meet the Tess. We'll Margo just loves to talk about her niece. Come in and meet her; she somehow awake."

"Aunt Margo, please meet my life Partner Tess."

Margo turned but squinted, "Turn the lights up a little Esther, oh, that's Tess. You found a lovely partner Madeline and she's taller!"

Madeline smile, "She in a serious heel Margo. Tess is bit shorter, maybe half an inch?"

"So good to meet you Margo. I missed my lover so I realized I had to come to meet you."

The next morning Allen made breakfast before Margo awoke. The four reviewed the health issues for Tess and discussed the next steps.

"So Tess will accompany me to Eugene to meet this Mr. Pack, the lawyer. Do you need anything we can find in town? We should be back around three."

On the trip Tess expressed her happiness, "After seeing this bitch Esther I'm glad I travelled here. She would have stolen you if she had another chance. And Allen could make any girl content. Damn nice five or six days you've had girl!"

The signing of the documents completed the two drove back via Triangle Lake and the Coastal Range. They didn't return until dusk. Allen met the car.

"Your Aunt is significantly worse Madeline. Please come inside quickly. I tried to reach you cell service is impossible in the hills."

Later that night Margo passed. They were all at her side and it was a quiet death. 

After completing the funeral and other arrangements Tess and Madeline stayed for a few days along the coast. When they returned Esther had nearly finished packing and closing up the house. Her car was idling as they pulled in to Margo's home.

"All set for the next adventure Esther?" Madeline said as she approached her defanged Dom.

"Yes, but this last two weeks has been eventful because of you Maddy. Can I give something to your Tess?"

The two walked to the Mustang where Tess was re-organizing the truck. She closed the lid as Esther came to her side. Madeline was curious but stayed a bit behind.

"Tess I wanted to return your cock toy. I figured you'd need it to keep that sexy girlfriend happy and by your side." She smiled and handed the wrapped sextoy to Tess.

Tess chuckled lightly, "Actually this is a spare, and I've always got one on hand. You keep this Esther as a memento of Madeline's submission okay?" 

"Will you two be back soon?" Esther moved closer to Madeline.

Tess smiled softly, "We'll see you nasty Dom!"

The End



Madeline Makes the Grade



When Professors Have Their Way

Madeline Brenmyr folded her long slender fingers over one of her knees. Her purple linen summer dress draped gently over her long athletic legs, ending just above her ankles, creating dramatic and alluring effect. She cocked her head slightly, brushed a strand of her auburn hair from her delicately sculpted face and asked, "So, Professor Cage, what did you want to see me about?"

Professor Cage looked gravely at her across his desk. "We have a problem, Miss Brenmyr. It's coming up on the end of your final term here, and looking at the grades I'm about to turn in-" he paused, "- I have no choice but to tell the Registrar's Office that you're failing."

"What!" she exploded, her hands grasping the armrests on the chair. "That can't be! I've gotten A's on all my tests, have never missed an assignment and I study regularly. It's not possible that I'm failing."

"I understand all that, Madeline. And it's true. You are doing better than most of the other students. However, I sense that you have more to give. I have no choice but to curve your grade to where I think it reflects your actual output relative to your full potential, regardless of your comparison to others."

"You mean you fixed it!" Anger flashed in her green eyes as she leaned forward slightly. "I deserve an A and you know it!"

"Perhaps."

Professor Cage got up and walked around the desk, standing behind Madeline. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned forward and said into her ear, "Or maybe you can work up to your full potential and earn the A."

With that, he slid his hands forward, under the top of Madeline's dress and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. He felt her body stiffen, but she made not a noise, clearly too shocked to react. Before Madeline had a chance to recover, Professor Cage withdrew his right hand and reached down to the hem of her ankle length dress, drawing it quickly up to her waist. In a flash, he put his hand over her crotch. "I think you understand what sort of extra work I'm talking about."

As if to punctuate the point, he pulled aside her panties and ran a finger up the slit of her still dry pussy, pushing his finger in up to the second knuckle. Madeline gasped as his finger slid painfully into her unaroused pussy, bringing a smile to Professor Cage's face.

Madeline barely knew what to do, as she had been completely unprepared for this situation. Two minutes earlier, she had arrived in Professor Cage's office at his invitation expecting accolades for her upcoming graduation. Now, she found herself with a finger in her pussy, a hand kneading her breast, and on top of it all, she was unjustly facing failure.

In a rush, her faculties returned and she leapt up from the chair. She felt his finger brush her clit as it pulled out from inside her and she shuddered involuntarily. 

"Professor Cage! What do you think you are doing? You can't touch me like that," she hissed, anger and embarrassment turning her cheeks a bright red. She had her hands balled into small fists at her sides.

"I'm merely showing you where some additional talents lie."

That said, he began to approach her again. She tried to back away but bumped into the desk behind her. He crowded into her, positioning his body so she couldn't close her knees and put his hand again between her legs, rubbing her crotch through the thin material of her dress. With his free hand, he began to work her dress upwards, bunching the material around her waist.

As soon as he was able, he slid his hand down the front of her panties, his fingers rubbing back and forth across her clit. She gasped as the tips of Professor Cage's fingers spread her pussy lips and pushed inside her. His other hand caressed and squeezed her breasts in turn. 

Immediately, she began to push at his hands protesting loudly, "Professor Cage! What are you doing? Get your hands off of me! You can't just touch me like that!"

Professor Cage withdrew and with a firm look stated, "Let's not forget that if you want to graduate this June, you need a good grade in my class that only I can give. So it behooves you to do what I want."

Deep down, Madeline knew he was right. She could, of course, report him to the University ethics committee, but those things take time. Graduation was almost upon her and she already had a job lined up pending successful graduation. By the time everything was sorted out, the job would already have gone to somebody else. No, she knew the only way in which her life could proceed unhindered was through the man in front of her. Though she did not find him unattractive, she had certainly never expected nor desired to become sexually involved with Professor Cage. But she knew he had her and so did he.

Wordlessly, she began to remove her clothing. The dress slithered down her supple body and crumpled to the ground around her feet. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her c-cup bra and cast it aside, revealing two perky breasts capped off with puffy pink nipples. She had always been proud of her breasts. They stood more or less on their own and their roundness and size balanced out her wide hips.

She passed her hands down over her belly honed flat by her participation in the college's swim team and tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her cotton panties. Drawing them down to the floor, she kicked them over next to the bra. Her crotch was smoothly shaved with a patch of curly hair showing just above her pubic mound. The only time she had shaved off her "fucking stripe," as her teammates called in the locker rooms, she had felt too young looking. Completely exposed now, she heard Professor Cage catch his breath. 

He too had completely stripped. She dropped her eyes from his athletic torso down to his cock, which stood straight out. Surprisingly, she found it a pleasant cock to look at. It wasn't too big, like the guys in the porn movies she had watched with her boyfriend. Rather, it looked like a very comfortable cock, one that in other circumstances, she would want to fuck.

Glancing away, she turned around, placed her hands on the desk and spread her legs. She heard him move behind her and felt his hands firmly grasp her hips, but the angle of his hands was strange, almost as if -

An involuntary burst of pleasure through her pussy as his tongue touched her clit. This, she hadn't expected. A quick fuck, his cum on her tits and toweling off with her panties. That was what she had thought he wanted. Shocked, she realized that he intended to prolong the encounter.

His tongue worked several slow circles around her clit then dragged slowly along the slit between her legs to the entrance of her pussy. Her breath began to come raggedly as he began to work his tongue deep inside her. With his thumb, he began to apply mounting pressure over her clit, rubbing gently. 

His tongue began to work up and down now, running from just under her clit to the entrance of her pussy, now beginning to moisten with more than just saliva. She knew she was beginning to get turned on in spite of herself.

It was then, as he began his fifth or sixth pass with his tongue that she felt it: the tingling of an approaching orgasm. Determined not to let on that she was enjoying this, she struggled to keep her hips still, but couldn't stop from whimpering as her first orgasm swept over her, lighting her belly on fire. She accidentally crumpled some student's term paper that her hands was resting on when she balled them into fists as her entire body tensed up under the insistent throbbing in her pussy.

Still, he kept moving his tongue and rubbing her clit and immediately, another orgasm crashed over her. This time even her best efforts couldn't keep her hips from rocking as her knees began to give out. Her arms collapsed as her body spasmed and she fell against the desk with a cry. 

Powerful arms lifted her and laid her on her back upon the desk, her legs spread. Too weak to protest, she gasped as Professor Cage thrust two fingers into her now unabashedly wet pussy with a squelching sound. But rather than pumping them in and out, he began to prod, almost as if searching for something. She could feel his fingers probing inside her and rubbing the walls of her pussy. Suddenly a powerful sensation of pleasure deep inside her bought a smile to her face. Pussy juices began to leak out and drip onto her anus as she squirmed from the feeling.

"Aha!" Professor Cage exclaimed proudly. "There's your g-spot." Then, he began to rub firmly on that spot, his fingers sliding ever so slightly in and out of her pussy. He bent forward and began to lick her clit again, but harder, more fiercely. He also increased pressure with his fingers and within moments, she was whimpering and bucking, her knuckles white from where they gripped the edge of the desk. Suddenly, her body went stiff and her breath caught for a moment as another amazing orgasm swept over her.

Professor Cage then gradually changed from putting pressure on her g-spot to sliding a single finger in and out of her with long, smooth motions and moved the attention of his tongue from her clit to the areas surrounding her pussy, kissing her inner thighs and nuzzling what little pubic hair she had left. Then, he slowly withdrew his finger and stood a moment licking it, waiting for her to catch her breath.

"Now, Miss Brenmyr. I think it's about time you began to earn that grade." With that, he helped her stand up then lay on the desk in her place. With a motion towards his cock, he said, "You may begin sucking when you're ready." Sucking. The word sounded unpleasant to her. Madeline had never enjoyed giving oral sex before. Sure, she had always done it, but more because she knew her boyfriend liked it and because it was the only way to get oral sex, which she loved.

But now, she had already received oral sex and she didn't care about the pleasure of this man. She had enjoyed his amazing treatment of her pussy, greatly, although she didn't want to admit it, even to herself. Now, staring at his cock, she remembered that this was a man who had falsely lowered her grade to force her into this position.

But reached out taking his cock in her hand, and heard him groan appreciatively. She began to bend over but stopped at the last moment. The head of his cock brushed against her lips, leaving a tiny smear of pre-cum. 

"Think of graduation, of your job," he said.

He was right. Steeling herself she opened her mouth and slid his cock all the way to the back of her tongue. He gave a slight sigh as she began to bob her head up and down, running the length of his shaft. Circling her tongue around the head of his cock, she used it to tease underneath the tip with quick flicks. With her left hand, she cupped his balls and gently massaged them. He seemed to particularly like it when she tickled the area between his scrotum and anus, letting out a satisfied, "aaaahhh," when she touched him there. 

She also noticed immediately upon placing him in her mouth that his cock tasted differently than any other she had sucked before, almost better. Thinking it a stroke of good luck, she had thought nothing of it until he said, "Oh, by the way. If anything tastes funny, that's because I fucked your friend Alicia this morning and didn't wash her juices off my cock."

Clearly, he had meant the comment to embarrass her, but it actually had the opposite effect. Alicia was the blond Southern Californian surfer girl on her swim team; the one Madeline had had a crush on since she first saw her undress in the locker room. This cock has been inside Alicia. This is the taste of Alicia, she thought. The thought that she was tasting Alicia's pussy greatly excited her and she began to suck harder, seeking to taste every bit of Alicia's wet goodness that this cock had been inside.

Obviously noticing the unexpected increase in enthusiasm, Professor Cage said, "Ooh. So you like her. I'll bet you watch her in the shower after swim practice and then go home and stick your fingers in your pussy, pretending they're hers."

This startled Madeline a bit, for it was true. Many were they days that she would masturbate in front of her boyfriend, fingering her wet pussy. Always, she would claim to be thinking of him. But mostly, she dreamed of Alicia.

Now this cock had become the next best thing to Alicia herself, and Madeline began to suck with all the skill she had. Immediately Professor Cage began to moan, placing a hand behind Madeline's head and forcing her to increase her pace. Soon he was groaning with pleasure, his hips moving in rhythm with her bobbing mouth.

Suddenly, he placed a restraining hand on her forehead and hoarsely whispered, "Stop. Stop. I'm about to cum."

"But isn't that the idea?"

"Yes, but I'll save that for when I'm in your pussy."

Madeline's stomach dropped as he smirked. This teacher-student meeting had reached the point she most wished to avoid. He was about to put his cock inside of her pussy, the most private of areas in her body. She looked at his erection, glistening with her saliva. With a glum look on her face, she took his place on the desk and drew up her knees, spreading her legs and revealing her pussy for his access. A deep feeling of dread filled her as he approached, but she knew she had no choice. She was completely in his power. 

It was the feeling of submission that bothered Madeline. Here she was, on her back with her knees up next to her shoulders, displaying her pussy openly, offering it for the taking. She sensed the unusual feeling of a draft on her crotch and realized that all the most private parts of her body were now visible. All the areas of her body she was most embarrassed to show others, her anus, her pussy and her breasts, were all now under the close examination of Professor Cage.

And examine he did, walking a circle around the desk while grinning down at her. He would continually reach out and touch her, pinching a nipple, squeezing a breast, caressing a thigh. He lightly stroked her pussy, and then, with a single finger lightly stroked her anus, causing her to squirm with embarrassment. A fearful thought ran through her head. What if he wants to fuck me in the ass? 

The thought revolted her. But his finger did no more than stroke gently. She realized that he was touching her anus more just to show he could, than out of any desire. Regardless, she had no choice but to lie there, legs spread.  She had always believed that sex required a level of comfort that she did not have with this man. It ashamed her that within moments, this man would be inside of her, closer to her than any man had ever been save her boyfriend, whom she loved.

Professor Cage then stepped between her thighs and she felt him spread her pussy with his thumb and forefinger, resting the tip of his cock between her vaginal lips. It found the entrance to her pussy. Pressure began to build, and she sensed her pussy begin to spread, accepting his cock. More pressure came. Her pussy kept expanding as his glans penetrated her, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling her wet pussy stretch as he entered her. The friction of his thick cock pressing against the walls of her pussy filled her insides as he penetrated deeper, expanding her from the inside until he was all the way in. She didn't like the fact that she enjoyed both the sensation of fullness caused by this man's cock and the feeling of his pubic hair rubbing against her clit. She felt like her body was betraying her, taking pleasure where she felt only disgust. Then, to make matters worse, he lay down on top of her and began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her, grinding his hips against hers like they were old lovers.

She knew Professor Cage must be enjoying himself. Her boyfriend had always described her pussy as warm, soft and buttery. He had described it to her one day after sex saying, "When I put my cock in you, I feel the most marvelous slipperiness. But there's steady pressure as well, holding and squeezing my cock. It massages me with its softness until I cum."

Clearly, Professor Cage was having a similar experience as he was moaning softly as he slowly made love to Madeline. He continued like this for several minutes, his body rubbing against hers as he stroked his cock inside of her, his hands running over her hips and breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. The musky, humid smell of sex began to fill the room and Madeline began to feel stifled. 

Then, Professor Cage changed his angle of penetration and the head of his cock touched her g-spot. With a small gasp, her eyes widened and she arched the small of her back. Another smirk played across Professor Cage's face as he pushed in again. Touching the same spot for a second time. Madeline gasped again and drew her knees higher. That felt really good!

Professor Cage began to work his hips in a circular motion as he thrust his cock into Madeline's pussy, each time rubbing the head of his cock hard against her g-spot. Without even thinking, she began to grind her hips against his, increasing both pressure and pleasure. Each time he thrust into her, she gave a little moan. A climax began to build within her and as she began to whimper, he started to pull away. She grasped at him, trying to pull him back, but to no avail.

But he was just changing positions. He scooted her butt to the edge of the desk and thrust his cock back inside her. At the same time, he began to rub her clit with his thumb. Now with his feet firmly planted on the floor and his cock firmly planed in Madeline, he began to pump in and out quickly, continuing to rub her g-spot with his cock. 

Madeline began to tense up as another climax started to approach. Quickly, her whimpering and moaning turned into crying out in pleasure as another orgasm, larger than any of the others, racked her body. Her back arched as she ground her pussy downwards onto his cock, her hands clutching at random articles on the desk as she tried to steady herself. With her heels, she spurred him inside of her pussy and held him there until she had finished orgasming.

Her hands groped up over his chest and muscular shoulders to his face, which she pulled down into a deep kiss. The man was slimy, but wow! He was great at fucking. Professor Cage had eaten her out better than anybody before, she had actually enjoyed sucking his dick (and he hadn't cum in her mouth), and now she was enjoying his fucking better than even the best session with her boyfriend. She realized that her body had known all along what her mind was just starting to realize: she was really enjoying herself! 

Deciding to give in completely, she cried, "God, yes! Fuck me hard! Just fuck me! Yes! YES!"

He grasped an ankle in each hand and pulled them outward, forcing her legs wide. She felt him start to pump faster and after a moment, begin to tense up. Then, with a grunt and a deep final thrust, he began to orgasm inside of her. She felt his warm cum spurt against her cervix and all over the inside of her pussy, enjoying this new sensation. She had always used condoms with her boyfriend and had never before had the pleasure of feeling a man cum inside of her. As his initial orgasm passed, he began to push against the entrance to her pussy, as if trying to make her pussy milk his cock. For her part, she clenched her pussy around his cock and heard him give one final sigh.

Slowly, Professor Cage withdrew his now wilting cock from her dripping pussy. A small pocket of air that had snuck in while he fucked her burbled out with a small "thwbt" sound and a bit of semen. "Oops," she giggled, covering her mouth, "I queefed."

Professor Cage collapsed into a chair and Madeline began to pick up her clothing. She put on her bra than pulled her dress over her head. As a last thought, she put on her panties. It'll keep the cum from dribbling down my leg, she thought.




Madeline Makes the Grade



"Well Miss Brenmyr. I've got to say, you finally seem to have put in the work necessary to graduate. I'll see you at the ceremony."

"Oh, Professor Cage. That's very generous of you but you were right about me not putting out my full potential. I'll bet I've only worked up to a D- by now," she responded. 

She put her foot next to his head, then moved still dripping pussy to within six inches of his face. After rubbing her clit briefly, she slipped her middle finger deep into her pussy, enjoying the look of surprised pleasure that played across his face. Then she put it in her mouth, tasting a salty mixture of Professor Cage's semen, sweat, and her own pussy juices.  "There are so many more things I could do. I should probably stop by tomorrow and do some more work."

With that, she skipped out the door, leaving Professor Cage with a huge grin on his face.



Madeline Trains The Professor



Call me Professor. Madeline does; everyone does. I'm retired now, so I'm not really a professor any more, but I've been called that for so many years that I don't even think about correcting the youngsters when they use that salutation.

I was manning the desk as a volunteer for the free, walk-in tutoring clinic over at the student union when she first approached me. I watched her march towards me with her arms folded across an eight-hundred page text book pressed tightly onto her breasts about nipple high. My eyes drilled directly through all eight-hundred pages and stopped at what I was certain must be two hardened nipple-buds beneath her thin tank top.

"I need help with this trigonometry stuff," she said, "but I can't even begin to talk about it here." She brushed a dangling lock of hair back away from her puffed-up eyes and stood with her clenched left fist folded back against her hip.

"And why is that," I said. "I mean I understand why you might need help with trigonometry, but why can't we talk about it here at the walk-in facility?"

"It's my boyfriend, Professor. I gave him the brush off last week but he just isn't getting the message. I told him, look, I'm at my peak right now and I've got to experience as much of life as possible before it passes me by. You know what I mean Professor?"

Did I know what she meant? She was an eighteen year old college coed on a campus full of horny men. She had the body of a pubescent pole dancer and the mouth of a blow-up fuck-me-doll and she was worried that life was going to pass her by.

"Yes, I understand completely," I said, "what do you suggest?"

Her eyes focused on the toes of her left tennis-shoe as she ground it into the linoleum floor tile. "Well," she said, "my aunt has a house just off campus and she lets me study there in the afternoons. She's never around because she works the day shift at the hospital and it would be very private and quiet there."

What could I say? I knew this was going to lead to trouble but hey, I was the guy whose life was passing him by - I had to go for it. I grabbed my wrist to check my pulse and felt my chest tighten. "OK," was my suave, debonair response.

She grinned as she set down the folded note with her address on it. "One o'clock tomorrow afternoon," she said.

My mouth gaped open as I watched her twirl and march briskly back out of the room. I couldn't keep my leering eyes from following her haunches as they swayed hypnotically, left, right, left, right, and out the door. What had I gotten myself into I wondered.

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It took only six sessions to get to the point we're at now. I know, it sounds like a long time but really, in the total scheme of things, what are six little weeks.

"Are you ready, Professor?" Madeline asks.

Ready? Are you kidding. I've been ready all day. I've been ready since I almost tossed off a wet dream this morning when I woke up to find my cat licking my face. I've been ready since ten minutes after our last session ended a week ago. Am I ready? Of course I'm ready!

"No, I'm not quite ready, could I have a minute, please?"

"Of course, Professor, we don't want to begin until we've established the proper framework, do we," she says.

Framework? You come over here and bend over this table and flip up your pretty, pleated, school-girl skirt and show me those pink panties and that perfect, peach shaped butt and then we can talk about proper frameworks. How does that sound miss goody-two-shoes.

"Right, Miss Madeline," I say. "Thank you for your patience - we both know how important it is to begin in the proper framework."

"Absolutely, Professor. We've come a long way in just six short sessions. I'm so proud of us. But we really need to get started soon. My aunt will be home in less than three hours and you know how long it took us last time."

"I know," I say, "but that was because we took a break in the middle of our session and had a glass of wine on the back porch and then came back to finish."

"That's exactly right, Professor," she says, "and I have every reason to believe that we will be needing a similar break again this week. I mean really Professor, the sessions are getting quite intense and you no longer possess the stamina of a younger man."

"Thank you for pointing that out Miss Madeline. All right, I'm ready now!"

"Good for you, Professor, and such enthusiasm. My goodness! I'll begin as soon as you ask for the first two."

Ask? I hate having to ask. Why can't she just give them to me? It's so embarrassing, so humiliating to have to ask a young college coed to spank your ass.

"Please Miss Madeline, may I have two of your best."

"Well, that's a beginning Professor, but you know that's not how we talked about it. Full verbalization, Professor, you know how important that is. Two nice swift ones, then please try again."

She grins as she swings the leather slapper with full force: a forehand and a backhand. She wants me to try again, that's what she says, but I know what she really wants. She wants me to embarrass myself; to humiliate myself by freely confessing my most shameful intimate behaviors.

"I'm a compulsive masturbator," I say, "I should be spanked for lacking the self discipline to control my nasty urges."

"That's better Professor, but you know those aren't the words you've been taught to use. Six more, then try again please."

Three more forehand-backhand combinations. They're starting to sting like the dickens.

"Alright, alright," I say, "I'm a willie-wanker, a jerky-boy. I pound my pud, spank my monkey and polish my flute. I need you to supervise my disgusting jerk-off sessions and only give me permission to cum when I've earned the privilege. Is that enough of the vernacular for you?"

"Now don't get testy, Professor. You know you need this. You want it, you deserve it and I'm going to give it to you. Eight very hard ones, Professor, all forehands, but I'll space them out so that you'll have time to relax and breathe between each one. You see, I've learned also over the last six weeks. I know how desperately you want to please me and take the best I can give, but you need time to compose yourself between each swat in order to make your best efforts. Isn't that right, Professor?"

How has she gotten to know me so well is just six short weeks. I did want desperately to please her; to earn her approval and respect by demonstrating the depths of submission I was willing to stoop to just for a moment of her attention.

"I'm doing this for you, Professor, because I know it's what you want - what you need."

I breathe deeply between each stroke. With each inhale, I smell the perfumes of a ripe young female, waiting to be pleasured. They are the same smells that greet a man when he first walks through the doors at Victoria's Secret. With each exhale I try to refocus my mind by thinking up story titles: "Zen and the art of discipline spankings;" "Behavior modifications for wussy -wankers." Finally they're over; both cheeks are filled with the heat of my submission.

"I think we're up to sixteen now Professor. Your bottom is glowing a nice shade of pink. Do you think I can get it to match my panties before we get to twenty?"

Four more like that? I don't think I can take it. I hate pain. I wonder if she knows that I hate pain?

"Yes, spank me please. Hurt me. Let my tears demonstrate the depths of my commitment."

"I'll try, Professor, but you know it's not easy to make a man your age shed a tear. Eight more, then I want to try something new."

"You are a princess, Madeline. In fact, the name Madeline is Gaelic for little princess."

"Is that true, Professor, or did you just make it up?"

"Sixty-six percent of all statistics are made up on the fly, Miss Madeline. Making things up is a long honored tradition - it's called politics."

"Here they come now, Professor." Left, right, left, right. "Go ahead and scream if you want to. Beg, cry, whatever. I won't think any less of you. In fact, I will admire you all the more for it. To stand there bent over my aunt's kitchen table and take a spanking so severe that it brings tears to your eyes and howls to your voice, that really is the ultimate expression of respect isn't it? You must be very strong and brave - or is it just that you love the pain?"

Left, right, left, right.

Those last four were almost unbearable. I don't think I could have endured them without the knowledge that they were delivered with such concern and compassion.

"You've gotten to know me so well that you spaced them out perfectly. Thank you for being so understanding."

"You're welcome, Professor. Now for a change of pace, I'm going to give you four more that will leave you nicely marked. I bought a new quirt that is thin and whippy. It will leave four beautiful criss-cross marks right at the center of your puffy cheeks."

"Please Miss Madeline, you can't mark me! You know I'm leaving next week for ten days in Mexico with the campus archaeology club. We fly to Cancun, then travel five hours by bus to the Mayan city of Coba where we'll be helping with a dig."

"And you're concerned about what, Professor, that the marks will show when you go skinny dipping in the Golf of Mexico with all those hormone-heightened spring-break girls-gone-wild? In your dreams, Professor. The only surf you're going to share with those girls is on one of those web tease-sites you waste your time on late at night."

"Please Miss Madeline, I'm only thinking about the amount of time I'll be sitting on the plane and then on the bus. Isn't there some alternative that would be equally compelling. I do sincerely appreciate your efforts in modifying my compulsive behaviors."

"There you go again with the ten dollar words. Alright, I'll whip your dick and your balls instead of marking you, is that what you'd like?"

"My balls? Not too hard, right?"

"I'll whip as hard as I feel like won't I Professor? And you'll have to beg me to do it. That's the deal Professor, take it or leave it."

"All right Miss Madeline, what ever you say. You're in charge."

"Yes I am, and just so you remember it, I'm going to give you some homework assignments to complete while you're in Mexico."

"Homework assignments? I haven't had any homework assignments since I was a teenager."

Ah, those were the days, peaking up from under the bleachers during the cheerleaders practices.

"Just something to maintain your arousal, as if all those coeds in their skimpy, fetishistic daisy-dukes won't be enough. I doubt that you'll be arrested, but you will no doubt find these assignments thoroughly humiliating."

"Oh Miss Madeline, you understand me so well. Thank you for taking the time to train me to be a better man."

"It's only fair, Professor. After all, I'm now getting an 'A' in Trigonometry. I've put together just a few simple activities to remind you that the coed back home is the one who owns your orgasms and that you're not allowed any nasty jisms no matter where you are without my express permission."

"It's a ten day trip Miss Madeline. I've never gone that long before. Even a man my age needs his relief."

"Men, all they dream about are their orgasms. Ten minutes after they pop one off, they're already thinking about where the next one is coming from. I'll bet if I bent over that window sill and let you stick it to me from behind, you'd be staring out the window looking for your next conquest before your jizz even started dribbling down my thighs."

Wrong on that one, sweetheart. I'd be down on my knees, licking it up before it dribbled down your thighs.

"I'm sure you're right, Miss Madeline. Men are animals; they should be horsewhipped regularly just to keep them in line."

"Of course they should, but you're lucky you found me, rather than one of those man-hating bitches that just wants to get even for every abuse they've ever suffered from a man."

"As I've said, Miss Madeline, you're a princess."

She pokes her finger into the center of her cheek and twists while smiling demurely, "Yes, I guess I am, aren't I," she says. "All right my dear, let's move on to a little 'corner time' before we hit the books."

Corner time! I love corner time; I hate corner time. It's the most god-awful, wonderful, frustrating experience a man can endure.

"Go ahead Professor, start with one-hundred long slow ones. All the way out to the tip, then all the way back until your fist presses into your balls." 

I assume the standard corner-time posture without complaint. Each foot spread twenty inches out along the perpendicular axis projecting from the common vertex at the corner of the room and forming a perfect right triangle with a hypotenuse of just over twenty-eight inches. Forehead pressed into the corner and knees bent liberally until they press against their respective walls, leaving maximum exposure to my unprotected genitals.

As directed, I commence the long slow strokes of the first hundred with my right hand while pressing down and back on my balls with my left hand.

"It must be difficult for you, Professor, maintaining such an exposed posture when you know full well that I'm about to discipline your balls. How brave and courageous you must be."

I grit my teeth and brace for the impact that I know is coming - but it never comes. Then, finally, the tip of the slapper slides gently under my balls and presses them up into my scrotum as if they're being weighed.

"Are your balls full today, Professor? Have you avoided any nasty accidents during this past week?"

I focus on maintaining both pace and distance with my strokes while trying to answer her questions as honestly as possible.

"I'm sure my balls are quite full today, Miss Madeline. I almost had two separate accidents this week but I stopped myself both times. Only a few drops oozed out and I assure you there was no pleasure associated with those minor spills."

"Good boy, Professor. As I've explained, taking yourself as close as possible to the edge, without going over, is the key to controlling your nasty perversions. And what did you do with the drops that leaked, Professor?"

"As you've instructed, Miss Madeline, I licked them off my fingers. I haven't yet acquired a taste for semen but I trust you when you tell me that it will develop eventually."

"I'm sure it will, Professor. I personally developed a taste for cum this summer in the back seat of my boyfriend's car. Boy's his age are so needy and demanding, if you know what I mean, Professor. Of course, that was before I realized I could keep him just as satisfied by encouraging him to use his own hand on himself. Then I started making him ask for permission for his cummies and by the end of the summer he was so pussy-whipped that it just wasn't fun for me any more and I had to move on." 

I closed my eyes and visualized Madeline in the back seat of my car, her cheeks concaved and her perfect, round, red lips sucking on the head of my dick. Before I knew it, my pace had quickened and my strokes had shortened.

Whack! The slap up between my legs connected perfectly with my dangling testicles.

"Stay focused, Professor. I'm going to whip your balls now, then we'll do the dick whippings. Go ahead when you're ready, Professor."

Go ahead she says, that's all, but I know what she wants. She wants me to beg her to whip my balls. What kind of a lunatic must I be to be bent over in the corner about to beg an eighteen year old college freshman to whip my balls. Sure, she's cute. She's even more than cute. She's hot. She's a fox. She's a babe. But is that any reason for a retired professor emeritus to be begging to have his balls whipped?

"Please, whip my balls. Make them sting so that I can remember when I have an orgasm that it flows from the hand of my goddess-masterbatrix and from the grace and goodness of her heart."

The pain is excruciating, but I hunker my forehead down another inch on the wall, allowing me to bend further at the knees and push my balls back in further submission to my goddess.

"Good boy, Professor. Now give me fifty short fast ones, then another fifty long slow ones. Keep alternating like that till you get to the edge. You know what to do then, don't you Professor?"

I knock out the first fifty short ones with practiced concentration, then start in again on the fifty long ones. Just as I hit my stride, I hear the door to the freezer open, then, a moment later, a tin pie plate clanks as it lands on the table top. I know immediately what it is and my dick moves another twenty degrees towards the ceiling in response.

A few more strokes and I'm finally there - that transcendental neither region that lies just before the point of no return. I knew what I have to do - I have to ask. I know what the answer will be, but I have to ask anyway.

"Please Miss Madeline, please may I have a nasty cummie. Please may I shoot my jism and then lick it up for your amusement?" I know what the answer will be and I tear my hand away from my dick before she can even open her mouth.

"No silly, you know it's not time for any cummies yet. Turn around now and let's do your dick whippings."