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Star's 
What To Do With Madison?
I thought, this will work out well. My new girlfriend asked me to move in with her. Angie got the big house in her divorce settlement. The place was one of those modernistic houses that looked like it was built of numerous interlocking blocks. Angie said it was the dream of her ex, though from certain angles it looked more like a nightmare. Nevertheless, it was well proportioned inside, with high ceilings and large, open rooms. The master bath had a gigantic Jacuzzi unit that Angie and I loved to play in. I can break my lease and move into a paid-for house.
Better than the house was the fact I could sleep with Angie every night. She’s the hottest firecracker of a woman I’ve ever known. Her ex-husband must be an idiot to have cheated on her. Angie loved sex—any position, any time. Mind you, my attraction to her wasn’t just sex, or the house for that matter. She’s a sweet, funny, pretty woman who is so much fun to be around. Unlike my ex, when Angie walks into a room, men turn to stare. I kind of liked that.
She came with one piece of baggage, though: a precocious twelve year old daughter whose only mission in life it seemed was to make my life hell. Madison treated me like shit, and Angie looked the other way. It pissed me off but being with a hot number like Angie helped me overlook her daughter. Madison had her mother’s genes, so she was a good looking girl, with long brown hair that went most of the way down her back. Like her mom, she had a lean body that already hinted at the woman she’d become. Too bad she didn’t have her mother’s temperament.
I moved in anyway.
Besides the Jacuzzi, another nice feature of the house was a rooftop sundeck. It stood atop one of the house’s ‘blocks’ like a watchtower surrounded by a low, frosted-glass parapet, which made it an ideal spot to sunbathe on nice days.
On a Saturday when neither one of us had to work, Angie and I went up to the roof deck and sunbathed nude. It didn’t take much rubbing on of sunscreen to get us both horny. Angie loved cowgirl so she mounted me and rode me until I was drained and sore. In post-coital languor we laid back and napped.
“You two are disgusting,” the voice said, floating into and disrupting my dream.
It was Madison. “We’re adults so we can do what we want,” I said, realizing that her mother was asleep.
“Not adult enough to get out of the sun without burning,” the girl snidely said.
I saw that while speaking she was looking at my dick, which was about half erect. I moved to cover up, but then howled as I found one of the areas that hadn’t maintained its sunscreen protection after the sex.
Madison laughed and said, “Now I see what mom sees in you, but it doesn’t look good in red.”
Before I could summon a witty rejoinder she turned on her heels and left the patio. I woke Angie to yowls of her own. We mutually lamented our inadequate job of sunblock application as we gingerly dressed and walked downstairs in pain. Madison was ready to give her mother some lip similar to what I got up on the roof. Angie only took so much before yelling at her, spurring Madison to storm off in a huff. Needless to say, I wasn’t in shape for any sex for several days.
One day a few weeks later while Angie was out, I grabbed a couple of beers and walked upstairs to the sundeck patio, ready to do some sunny relaxing. I didn’t realize that Madison and her friend, Lauren were up there until I stumbled upon them, topless and making out. Madison hollered at me to go away while the other girl hastened to cover up her nearly nonexistent tits. What I stared at before retreating was Madison’s chest. For her age she had nice cones, topped by puffy areolas that appeared even puffier from the physical contact. I didn’t realize I had an erection until I was downstairs and away from Madison’s shrill voice.
So, Angie’s demon offspring was a budding lesbian. Lauren was a cutie, so most of my lament was that a nice looking girl like her was off the table for the boys her age. Looked like a waste to me. If Madison swung that way, so be it. Madison didn’t talk about my intrusion later, so neither did I. Her venomous view of me though, didn’t change. Maybe I should have offered her one of the beers.
A couple of days later Madison said, “You didn’t tell my mother about what you saw, did you?”
“Why would I do that? As far as I’m concerned you can do what you want. The only thing I’d care about would be if you weren’t practicing safe sex, and it looked ‘safe’ enough to me.”
“So maybe you’re not the asshole I thought you were.”
I laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment. And next time, let me know you’re up there and I’ll leave you alone.”
“You didn’t like watching us?” she asked with a sardonic smile.
“Your friend Lauren is nice to look at.”
“Now I know you’re bullshitting. My tits are ten times nicer than hers.”
“No comment,” I said. That’s how we ended the conversation.
Angie’s period made her cranky and hard to live with, so I avoided her as best I could around the house until her cycle was over. In the meantime Madison’s attitude was no different, like PMS 24/7/365. Lauren paid another visit to the house and the girls kept to themselves in Madison’s bedroom. I imagined them making out and more. Instant hard-on time. It was a beautiful sunny day so I cringed and asked Angie if she wanted to do some sunbathing. “Fat chance” was my translation of her X-rated answer.
I stocked the cooler with cold beers, undressed, and laid down on one of the chaise lounge chairs. I applied some strategic sunscreen; with one of the areas covered was my still stiff dick. The lotion felt good and so I almost began masturbating. Almost, because I heard the door open behind me.
“Oh crap, Noah’s up here,” came Madison’s grating voice.
Lauren’s answer was to say, “Oh God…look!” in a hushed tone not nearly hushed enough. What she was imploring her friend to look at was anyone’s guess, though my erection was probably the object.
Madison stood next to my chair and said to Lauren, “My Mom didn’t shack up with him for his personality or money.”
“Wise ass,” I responded, secretly pleased both girls saw me as well-endowed.
Both girls were wearing bikinis. After some whispered negotiations they decided to stay and get some sun alongside me. Simply knowing they were looking at me—especially wide-eyed Lauren—kept me hard. Madison said something to her friend (I heard the words “naked” and “tanlines”) before they untied their tops and let them fall to the floor. Once they exposed their tits I had no chance of losing my aching erection, even if I didn’t look. And I looked, just as they looked at me. Lauren was staring intently at my cock as Madison spread sunscreen on her chest. Her tiny cones with their puffy areolas were taut and a little puffier than when she first removed her top. Was it the sight of a male member, or was it Madison’s touch? Maybe both, I guessed.
I tried to ignore them but couldn’t. Madison was extremely flushed, especially her tits, and her nipples were stiff and protruding nicely. No way would my cock relax now. Obviously they were horny and I was in the way of them finishing what they may have begun in the bedroom. That’s when a flash of insight occurred. They could have had all the sex their girl bodies craved right there in Madison’s room. Why did they come up here? Maybe they knew I was up here all along.
“I’ll turn my lounger around and won’t look,” I said, “so you girls can do what you want.” I got no answer from the now kissing duo, so I turned my chair away from them.
The giggling, moaning, and then slurping sounds were unmistakable, and I wanted to jerk off to them. The urge was abated until bikini bottoms came flying over my head and landed on my stomach. They were Lauren’s. Madison’s moans grew exponentially louder. Lauren must be licking her good. I wished I could watch, and pondered how I could sneak a peek. When Madison announced that she was cumming, I put Lauren’s bottoms to my nose and smelled her luscious, musky scent. With Madison’s orgasmic cries added to Lauren’s scent of arousal it only took a few strokes to get me shooting my load.
I left the better part of Lauren’s bikini draped over my face as I smiled and relaxed in post-orgasmic torpor, mindless of the spent semen puddles drying on my stomach. I expected to hear Lauren climax next, but instead heard giggles above me and uncovered my face.
“That’s gross!” Madison exclaimed “you jerked off right next to us.”
“What was I supposed to do? How could I listen to you two doing it and not react? I mean, you saw how hard I was.” My eyes were drawn to Lauren. Her bald cunny was the last answer to the mystery of her lithe body. I felt my cock stir. Unbelievable! The clincher was that the girls saw it too.
“I should tell Mom you’re horny about us,” Madison said.
“You won’t do that because you don’t want your mother to know about you two…you know…”
She knew, and she knew I was right. “You wouldn’t do that. Besides, she wouldn’t believe you anyway.”
“I don’t think you want to take that chance, do you?” I said, and I took her silence for her reply.
Lauren put her hand out and said, “Can I have my bikini back?” She still couldn’t take her eyes away from my cock, which was amazingly almost back to full erection mode.
I said, “Only if you bend down here and give me a kiss.”
Madison said, “You’re gross,” while Lauren said, “I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Just a little kiss, that’s all.” I held out her bikini bottoms as a lure. I didn’t ask for the kiss without forethought. I’d seen how she looked at me, and my cock. This girl may be playing with lesbianism but I didn’t think she was a lesbian. I saw the telltale moisture that sprang up around her labia; she liked what she saw, and was probably fantasizing about what it would feel like. Why not let her fantasize. She leaned down to kiss me while reaching for the bottom to her suit. Our lips brushed together. I didn’t force anything, though I wanted to put my tongue down her slender throat. Her eyes were wide open, staring at my erect cock. As I handed her the suit bottoms, I whispered “You’re the cutest girl I’ve ever seen,” and as I brushed my hand against one of her tiny cones, added “these are way nicer than Madison’s.”
Lauren blushed and moaned at my comment, then became braver as she reached down and touched my erection. The damned thing refused to wilt so it acted like a spring and bounced when she touched it. She moaned louder and I swear she said “Wow” under her breath.
Madison said, “C’mon, let’s get out of here,” giving me the dirtiest of looks. The girls put their bikinis back on and left the rooftop patio, but not before Lauren gave me one last look.
I hollered to Madison before the door closed. “Tell your mom to come up when she gets home, okay?” Until Angie showed up I figured there was no chance Madison would deliver my message.
“What have you been up to besides sunbathing?” Angie asked when she saw my still semi-stiff cock.
I told her that the girls were up there “topless,” not revealing anything else. “Please don’t say anything to Madison,” I said. “You know how she treats me. I think they were teasing me…with natural results,” pointing to my cock.
Angie saw the dried cum on my belly and said, “You didn’t jerk off in front of them did you?”
“Of course not. That came after they left. I was hoping you’d get home quicker to take care of me, but alas…”
“Well, I’m home now, and I think there’s still life left in that big fella.” She pulled her blouse and bra off and then went down on me. She gave me plenty of eye contact as my dick tickled her tonsils. Knowing when I was about to cum, she pulled her mouth away and said, “My daughter’s little tits got you excited, did they?” Smiling. “These are maybe too big for you?” she added, shaking her ample bosom at me. She finished me off my wrapping her tits around my cock and jerking me off with her cleavage. I made no comment about her daughter’s breasts, wondering what she’d think if I told her it was Lauren’s tiny puffies I was daydreaming about.
The next time that Lauren visited Madison I knew I’d teased her sufficiently to have her obsessing over me. I reflected on my behavior and concluded that my teasing, though natural, hadn’t been grooming in any way. Maybe I originally thought there’d be no chance for me because of her age and her sexual conduct with Madison (and also because of what was probably Madison’s perpetual badmouthing of me). Yet now, after seeing the way Lauren looked at me, my motivation changed. I wanted to fuck her, and I was prepared to work toward that goal. The first hurdle was to get Lauren alone, without Madison. It seemed like a very large hurdle.
Angie reached a deal with her daughter on nudity among us. Though she still didn’t appear to know Madison was a lesbian, Angie must have conceded that if Madison and her friends wanted to sunbathe topless they would have to accept that we might be there too. I was told to keep my shorts on. That’s how we all came to be on the rooftop patio that following fine and sunny Saturday afternoon. Madison had invited another friend named Danielle to join her and Lauren. The three girls and Angie were topless, and I got to gaze upon them openly. My shorts may have contained my erection, but the tenting fooled nobody.
Maybe it was the hot sun or the sunscreen, or maybe it was just from being uncovered, but they all had puckered, taut nipples and areolas that I couldn’t stop staring at. Angie’s tits were amazing, however today her nipples looked exceptionally nice and as hard as nails. The new girl, Danielle, was a little on the chubby side, and her budding breasts mirrored that. Obviously still growing, she would undoubtedly have huge melons before she graduated from high school.
The girls had been tentative at first about removing their tops, perhaps because of Angie’s presence or maybe because of me and the last time up here. Nevertheless, they got bolder until Danielle asked me to put some sunscreen on her.
Angie jumped in and said, “Now, girls…no teasing like that.”
Danielle pouted, but I saw the impish smile underneath her moue. While Angie’s eyes were on Danielle, Lauren tweaked a nipple while blowing me a kiss. No one else noticed except me. I also hoped no one noticed my hard-on, though I was sure Danielle was looking, and I wasn’t about to make eye contact with her again since I knew my eyes would stray to her budding tits while imagining I was rubbing sunscreen on them.
Madison suddenly asked, “Mom, can we take our bottoms off too? I don’t like tanlines.”
Angie chuckled and said, “By the looks of things, you’ve been sunbathing nude all along.” No doubt that one look at Lauren or Madison’s ass would reveal no tanlines. Angie gave me a look that said you better not have been nude sunbathing with them. I glanced back at her and shrugged my shoulders. She rolled her eyes, and the next look she gave me spelled out that I was a bad boy and would get no sex that night. She knew the way Madison thought of me, so as long as she didn’t recognize the designs I had on Lauren then I felt I was still okay. She did not give her daughter permission to go completely naked.
“I’m going to take mine off,” Danielle said. “Is that alright?”
“Please don’t,” Angie said with a sidelong glance at me and my tented shorts.
“Okay, I won’t,” Danielle said, while also looking at my ‘problem’ and smiling.
The girl was a definite tease; and if she was half as pretty as Lauren I might have been tempted. I would have rubbed sunscreen on her tits yet that’s as far as I would’ve gone. Along with the melons, she’d probably be pregnant by the time she’d finish high school too if she was the slut-to-be I assumed she was. I stared at Lauren. I stayed hard thinking about her slender, tender body lying under me.
Angie must have decided she needed to keep her eye on me, so I had four sets of eyes (or more than likely three sets, since I doubt Madison was looking) staring at the bulge in my shorts while I couldn’t stare back. I closed my eyes and pretended to nap, but all I did was imagine being alone with Lauren, so my dick remained hard. I snuck a peek, and it was obvious what Danielle, Angie and Madison thought of it, though they weren’t all in agreement. Lauren was more difficult to analyze.
Eventually the girls retreated to Madison’s bedroom. After they left, Angie said, “You’re impossible. Doesn’t that thing ever go down?”
“Do you want it to go down?” I said mischievously, but I saw she was serious, so I added, “Look, Angie, I’m a red-blooded male, so when a young girl like Danielle wants me to put sunscreen on her, and you know as well as I do that she wanted it on her tits first, I’m going to react no matter what.”
“Just keep that thing in your pants, at least until I want to have it,” she said with a laugh.
I promised I would. But Lauren, sweet, sweet Lauren…
Angie was next to go downstairs. I figured I’d had enough sun too so I went down minutes later. I walked by Madison’s bedroom and placed my ear at the door. They were going at it, all right!
“More…more…yes…MORE!” squealed Madison’s voice, soon followed by the unmistakable sounds of orgasm.
The next voice I heard was Lauren’s, pleading with Danielle that it was her “turn.”
It sounded like Madison and Danielle ganged up on the petite blond. Lauren’s moans quickly grew louder. I imagined the tableau occurring on the other side of the door, and then I imagined it was my tongue making the young girl moan. Like I was on autopilot, I dropped my shorts a bit and began to masturbate furiously. I stifled whatever sounds might escape from my lips in harmony with the cries coming from the other side of the door. Lauren and I came at the same time. While she squealed, I began to spew, having had the forethought to pull up my shorts and cum inside them instead of all over the bedroom door and hallway floor.
I hustled away fast, still trying to conceive of a way Lauren and I could be alone. It turned out I didn’t need a plan. Madison made the plan for me.
After Angie left for work and before I did, Madison and I were in the kitchen when she said she wanted to talk. “I never thought I’d say this, but I need to confide something to someone, and it can’t be Mom.”
“Look Madison, I know you’ve never liked me, but your mother and I are together and maybe we’ll be married someday. Have I been mean to you?”
“I know. It’s like my fault. For a long time it was just Mom and me. She had boyfriends but it wasn’t until you came along that things changed.”
“Things always change, but that doesn’t mean the changes have to be bad. You’ve been pretty transparent with me about your sexuality, and I’m cool with it. And you’ve been fair enough in recognizing how your friends…what your friends…do to me, and that it’s not a reflection of how I feel about your mom.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t fair to tease you like we did.”
“So what is it you want to talk to me about?”
“Now you know that I like girls. Being with girls like Lauren and Danielle is like a dream. But deep down I know that neither one of them is like me. Sure they like to…you know…have sex…with me, but they, like, won’t stay that way. Danielle is just fooling around. You saw how she reacted to you, and she didn’t even see your big…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence, though she didn’t have to. Where this was going I still couldn’t tell. I waited for her to collect her thoughts and continue.
“I thought Lauren would be different. She’s so cute, and she seemed to like being with me…and sex with her is the best, but when she saw you that day everything changed. She’s like obsessed with you. You’re all she talks about, and I hate it.”
“It doesn’t sound like you’re blaming me, so what would you like me to do?” I knew what I wanted to hear her say.
“Maybe she needs to, like, satisfy her curiosity, you know, like maybe get to touch you, or maybe oral sex or something.”
Yes!
“But what if that doesn’t alter her obsession?” I said, and before she could respond, I added, “Look, for one thing it would be wrong, illegal actually for me to be with Lauren that way. For another, it would be wrong to do that behind your mother’s back.”
She gave me a look I didn’t comprehend, before saying “I’d never tell, even if it didn’t change anything. I know Lauren wouldn’t tell either. She told me that already.” Madison hadn’t been making much eye contact, but when she said “I love her, you know,” and looked me in the eye, I knew she meant it.
I gave her a hug. I felt her cringe though eventually she relaxed. “Okay, so what’s the plan?” I said.
She told me about Lauren’s mother’s schedule and times she was out of the house. To Madison, the plan was a simple one; she and I would go to Lauren’s house when her mother would be gone for a while, and then Lauren could do what she wanted with me. That’s how Madison put it: “Do what she wants.”
The day of the tryst came soon enough. Madison told Angie that I was taking her shopping. I figured my sweetheart bought it, thinking how nice it was I was bonding with her daughter. When we got to Lauren’s place she was already visibly horny. The girl was breathless and couldn’t meet my eyes. Madison excused herself, announcing that she’d be in the basement family room playing video games.
We sat next to each other on the sofa, and I waited for her to speak. It was a long wait. Finally I had to break the ice, or maybe in this case it was heat.
“Well, Lauren. I’m here. I’ll do whatever you want, and if you don’t want to do anything that’s okay with me.”
She looked up at me, our eyes meeting for the first time since I arrived. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she said.
“I think you’re gorgeous. The moment I saw you that day your youth and beauty got to me.”
“But I’m only a girl. I don’t have big ones like Madison’s mom. Sheesh, I don’t even have breasts as big as Madison’s.”
“You remember how large I grew that day on the roof. It was you that did that.”
“Really?” she proclaimed, and then looked down at my crotch as if to remember the image of my erection, or to see if I was stiff again. I wasn’t. Yet.
“You think that the only breasts men like are huge ones? I like pointy ones myself, and yours are the cutest, much better than Danielle’s.”
She blushed. We sat in silence for a while until she asked almost in a whisper, “Do you want to have sex with me?”
“There’s nothing in the world I’d rather do than make love to you, unless you didn’t want me to.” She visibly shivered when I used the term ‘make love.’ “I have an idea,” I said. “Do you have your own shower?” When she nodded, I said, “Why don’t we take a shower together. That way we can get to know each other physically without sex. How does that sound?”
I suggested a shower so she could get used to being naked close to me and do a little light touching. She thought about what must have seemed an exotic and unexpected suggestion. She said yes and led me to her bathroom. I got undressed first while she watched in wonder. When I was completely naked, I told her I wanted to be the one to take her clothes off. I lifted her tank top up and over her head before reaching around her and unhooking her bra. She was holding her breath when I sank to my knees and kissed one of her puffy nipples. She exhaled audibly as I unfastened her jeans and pulled them down. Her sneakers and socks came next. Once her jeans were completely off, and she was standing there in only her simple cotton panties, she shivered slightly. It wasn’t because she was cold. I noticed the crotch of her panties were wet. I guessed the reality finally sank in; she was going to have sex with a man. Still on my knees before her, I leaned down and nuzzled my face into that moist crotch. I knew I’d have the pleasure shortly of doing the same thing without a thin layer of cotton in the way. By that time my dick had risen majestically, which didn’t go unnoticed.
After I got the water going and adjusted its temperature, I lifted her up and cradled her in my arms. She was as light as a feather, so I had no problem slipping her panties off while holding her, one hand under her skinny buttocks. Her trickling wetness settled on my palm.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
She nodded, closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly. I lifted her to me and met her lips with mine. When I slid my tongue gently between her lips, I expected resistance or at least reluctance on her part, but instead she was an enthusiastic kisser. I wanted to fuck her right then and there. First comes the shower, though.
I carried her like that into the shower stall, and she giggled when the water hit her. I settled her on her feet and began to bathe her. While I soaped her all over she tentatively touched and stroked my erection. She moaned and whispered, “It’s so big.”
“How many have you seen?” I said with a chuckle.
She giggled and said, “I’ve seen two of my Mom’s old boyfriends’ and once I gave Billy Jackson a blow-job, and they were all way smaller than you.”
“Did Billy like his blow-job?”
“A lot more than I did. He came in my mouth and I choked.”
I was a bit surprised at her experience and her frankness about it, though I shouldn’t have been. If she were more timid and less open her and I wouldn’t be here right now, about to have sex. “You don’t have to blow me. I’m going to slide this right there,” I said, indicating my cock and then sliding a couple of fingers between her labia, “and we’re both going to like it a lot better than any BJ.”
She swooned at my touch and comment. After a few moments, her big eyes met mine and she said, “Will it hurt?”
“I’ll be very gentle,” I answered. And I’ll make sure you’re well lubricated I thought.
We dried off and headed to her bedroom. It was a stereotypical girl’s room, with everything pink and plenty of stuffed animals and heartthrob posters. I said no blow-job required, but she was so interested in my cock that I laid on the bed and she played with me. She caressed, squeezed, and stroked my length before she slid her lips around my cock-head. The look she gave me was priceless; I think she just wanted to see how much of me she could take into her petite mouth. It wasn’t much, but it felt divine.
I joked, “Let’s see if I’m better than Madison” as I put her on her back and parted her thighs. I went to work with my lips and tongue, and had her squirming and moaning in no time. I found her little-girl-like bald labia to be a complete turn-on. Her trickling pussy juice was deliciously sweet. I didn’t torture her little clitoris; instead I teased it, since I immediately realized how supersensitive it was by her reaction. Lauren was definitely a creamer. She hadn’t yet climaxed and yet she was wetter than any woman I’ve ever been with. Then I thought how do I know she hadn’t climaxed yet? Maybe this was all one big, drawn out orgasm for her. I licked away.
“Oh…oh…you…do…that…sooooooooooo…GOOOOODDDDDD!” she cried out seconds before an exploding wave of pussy juice washed over my tongue, her back arched, and her hips thrust and jumped.
I’m smart enough to know that if I fucked her now, no matter how lubricated she was, I’d rip her apart considering my state of arousal. I’d spotted a plush love seat when I entered her house. I went to get a condom pack out of my pants pocket before returning to the bed, and a confused girl. I showed her the packet and smiled. She gave me a languid smile in return.
When I leaned down and scooped her from the bed and into my arms, she asked why we weren’t “doing it.”
I explained my better idea, and that it was better for her. What I didn’t do was explain that ‘better for her’ meant control. I needed to cede some control or I’d be too rough, since regardless of my prior comments her anticipated tightness could be a problem for her as much as it would be a godsend to me.
Carrying her to the loveseat, I kissed her as deeply as the first time before explaining the position I had in mind. Cowgirl on the bed would’ve been fine but she wasn’t experienced enough. I sat on the loveseat and unrolled the condom onto my supremely tumescent shaft while she looked on with incredulity, as if thinking once more how I was going to fit inside her. I used some spittle to coat the condom and pulled her to me. I held an ass cheek in each hand as I kissed her once again, lowering her ever so slowly.
I was about an inch in when her breath caught. I lowered her a bit more. Three inches or so in and she groaned. Our eyes locked and I conveyed the unspoken question: continue? Her reply was a slight, tentative nod. I lowered her more.
There was absolutely no fucking way I was going to get my entire length into her vagina so I didn’t try. Instead I raised and lowered her ass until she incrementally took over the motion. Her wet tightness threatened to make me cum quickly so I fought the urge by trying to think of anything but what we were doing. The smell of her hair and the sensation of her puffy nubs against my chest were conspiring to send me over the edge no matter what I thought of otherwise.
She began to rise and fall faster, and I began to cum. I didn’t cry out; I simply pumped one ejaculation after another into the condom and hoped it held. The vise grip that was her teen vagina milked me. When I thought I was done, one more bounce got me ejaculating more. Thankfully I remained hard until she bellowed, telling the world she was cumming and that the orgasm was a great one.
In my arms as my cock wilted inside her, she thanked me and said it had been even better than she thought it would be. I extricated her from my lap and thus my cock from her pussy, making sure not to spill any of the spent condom’s contents lest my sperm end up somewhere that wasn’t good. Lauren was intrigued by the removed condom and its filling.
“When does your mother get home?” I asked. She wanted to know why I asked, since she indicated earlier her mom would still be out for at least a couple more hours. I said, “Do you want to do it again?” She was enthusiastic. Back to her frilly bedroom with another condom in hand. I explained the doggie position to her and like a trooper she got onto hands and knees and stuck her tight little ass out at me.
She may have expected my cock but she got my tongue instead. Her ass writhed as I gave her a feverish licking. I prided myself on my cunnilingus skills and bet I was doing a better job on her than snooty Madison did. When she squirted, I was ready. I rolled the condom quickly onto my newly erect cock and got behind her. I held her hips as I inched into her, a little faster than before.
I still had the same challenge; she was so damn wet and yet so tight I knew I’d have to fight not cumming too quickly. And then there was that skinny little ass I was holding. Oh man, I knew I was going to spew soon. With this knowledge, I went slowly and low, making sure I was getting as much of her clit on each thrust as I could.
Thankfully, she was proving to be a quick cummer. “I’m…I’m…omigod…I’m cum…cummmmmmmminggggggg alreadyyyyyyyyyyy!” she squealed.
That was it for me. I groaned and uttered, “Me toooooooooo” as I unloaded into her. Thank God I had a condom on.
After she removed the condom and played with my load as if it were finger paint, we hugged and kissed for a while until I suggested another shower. In the shower, she looked up into my eyes, and while holding my limp dick asked, “Can it get hard again?”
You bet.
Still wet from the shower we went back to her bed and did it missionary. I didn’t cum nearly as much this third go-round, but her orgasm may have been the most intense. Afterward she told me she liked it that way a lot. I understood, based on the way she’d wrapped her arms and legs around me and the depth in which she took my cock, right up to her young cervix.
We cleaned up and got rid of evidence while she assured me she’d never tell a soul. I doubted her, for surely at a minimum she’d share all the details with Madison. After all, no matter what Madison had been doing downstairs, she certainly heard us fuck. When I asked Lauren if we could do it again someday, she was coy and elusive. I let it go. Madison was silent on the way home. I expected some jealousy, anger even, but her expression remained neutral. I took that as a good sign.
A sort of normalcy fell over the house in the weeks following my liaison with Lauren. Madison was more civil toward me, and that was a definite plus. Lauren wasn’t visiting Madison as often and I wondered if she was avoiding me. Was she regretting what we did? One negative result cropped up though. No matter how hot Angie was in bed, she was nowhere near as tight as Lauren. I had a difficult time getting off until I fantasized about the young girl. Angie didn’t seem to mind, since to her I was a “stud” for lasting so long.
One day after a long and difficult shift of work, I came home a bit earlier than expected. Angie’s car was in the yard but I didn’t immediately find her in the house. I called out a couple of times and received no answer. I shrugged and went to the kitchen to get a beer. A beer and then a shower sounded good; maybe after I’d check out the rooftop patio to see if it was warm enough to lounge around. I drank most of the beer before deciding to get a second one. By the time I showered I had finished the first beer and was well into the second, still wondering where Angie was. I wrapped the bath towel around my waist and headed to the bedroom for fresh clothes.
That’s when I heard them. Our bedroom door was closed and Angie’s voice was coming from the other side. “Yes, oh yes…yes…YES!...” she exclaimed. Was she masturbating? Should I go in or wait? The two beers had dulled my sense of propriety enough that my hand was on the doorknob, ready to surprise her and join in on the fun.
I hesitated. That’s right—I heard them. While Angie continued her vocal endorsement of what I at first thought to be a solitary act, Madison’s voice could be heard moaning and groaning in obvious orgasmic ramp-up. I heard another girl’s voice too. I didn’t know what was going on, but the noise stiffened my dick.
I opened the door and found four naked females staring back at me from the king bed. I was aghast. Angie was on her back with her legs spread around Lauren, who wore a strap-on that was presently buried in Angie’s cunt. Madison was also on her back with a young brunette I never met between her thighs with her head at Madison’s obviously soaked pussy. The bed was a mess; a lot of sex had been going on there.
Angie smiled and said, “Hi dear, you’re home early.”
I wanted to say no shit but I was speechless. It was ironic that at that moment the towel fell to the floor, exposing my erection.
Lauren gazed at my cock, smiled and said, “See what you taught me,” and went back to fucking Angie with the strap-on dildo. She had the motion down pat; I guess I taught her well. Angie wrapped her legs around Lauren’s tight ass and urged her on. Madison and the other girl ignored me too.
I walked around the bed and watched them. Madison cried out, “Yes…Sarah…right THERE!” Her orgasm was beautiful to watch. And now I knew the other girl’s name. Sarah’s beautiful little ass was right there in front of me. I reached down and slid a finger into her wet pussy.
“NO!” she yelled and pulled her ass away from me.
At the same time, Angie hollered, “Get that stiff dick out of here and leave us alone, Noah! This is girl time!”
I looked at Lauren and pointed to my cock. She knew what I was asking and shook her head. She didn’t want to play with me either. In turn I shook my head at Angie. If the girls wanted to play then I wasn’t leaving. I would watch. I sat on the chair in the corner. Angie was fuming, visibly pissed; but Madison told Sarah to ignore me and get back to her pussy. Sarah gave me a quick, disapproving glare before she went down on Madison again. Lauren looked like she was about to cry. Angie cheered the young girl up by removing the strap-on and sinking her tongue between the folds of Lauren’s bald labia. The orgasms were loud, including my own as I unapologetically jerked-off and covered myself with semen. After Madison and Lauren climaxed Angie yelled at me again to leave. Since I had my fun at their “show,” I complied, leaving them to more lesbian sex and orgasms.
Angie didn’t speak with me until Lauren and Sarah were gone and Madison was hiding out in her bedroom. When she finally did, I thought she’d ask me to move out. Was I wrong!
“Look, we didn’t expect you home, but you were an ass for sticking around and jerking off in front of the girls.”
“Guilty as charged. You did look hot getting that dildo pumped into you like that,” I said, trying to use humor to deflate what I expected to be anger.
She wasn’t angry. “Did you think I didn’t know about your little fuck session with Lauren? Damn, Noah, I practically set the whole thing up.”
I was shocked. I mean, Madison’s part in it was surprising by itself, but Angie? “You wanted me to fuck Lauren?” I disbelievingly asked.
“No, I didn’t want you to. She was the one that said she wanted to try it out—that’s how she put it; she wanted to “try it out,” meaning that cock of yours. She just needed to get that kind of virginity out of the way so we could have her again to ourselves.”
The way she said “that kind of virginity” made it sound like a disease. I said, “What do you mean by all to yourselves?”
“In case you still haven’t figured it out, I’m bisexual, but mostly I love women. Let’s face it; you’re my plaything…that big dick of yours is worth keeping you around for. But I’d rather have sex with women, and young girls especially. That’s why my ex left me; he couldn’t take the competition. My daughter’s learning well. She’s a true lesbian all the way, and doesn’t mind sharing her friends with me.” She sighed and continued, “Sweet young Lauren may still go the other way. She did enjoy having you fuck her. And she’s obsessed with cocks. You saw the strap-on? I bought that just for her. But don’t think you’ll get another chance.”
This was almost too much to process. “So where does that leave me? Do you want me to move out?”
“No, silly. Like I said, I’m keeping you around. Just don’t get any ideas about my girls.”
I took note that “girls” was plural. “OK, fair enough, but can I watch?”
Her look morphed from disgust to a smile in a matter of seconds. “I suppose if you need your pervy fix, you can watch but not touch.”
And that’s what I did. When Angie and Madison had the girls over for fun, I watched. We set up two web cams—one in our bedroom and one on the rooftop patio—so that wherever they played I could watch and jerk-off. I had to admit that Madison appeared to be a superb cunt licker. Whichever girlfriend spread her legs for her, Madison had her cumming in record time. Angie always let her daughter go first; she got the seconds. Watching Lauren was still the most arousing to me. One time Madison strapped on the dildo and fucked the petite girl with gusto. I remembered her tightness and copied the feeling as best I could with my palm. I always tried to time my ejaculations to Lauren’s orgasms as I it was me that brought her there.
One day after Madison and Danielle had a marathon session on the patio, I figured I’d get some sun when they left. I passed the bikini-clad duo while on the way up, with Danielle giving me a look much like she did that first time. I liked that look. “Is it okay that I sunbathe nude?” I asked, more to the orgasmically-flushed Danielle than to Madison.
Madison answered that it was okay by her. Danielle answered with her eyes.
I spread sunscreen over my body and tried to forget the look I got from the young nubile, which was basically a lost cause since I grew hard almost immediately under the sun. I’d been lying there for maybe ten minutes when I heard the door.
“Hi. Can I join you?” said the young yet seductive voice.
“Of course you can, Danielle.” She still wore her yellow bikini bottoms but the top was gone. I glanced at her taut and puckered nipples, and they visibly darkened while I stared. “Would you like me to rub sunscreen on you, like you wanted me to last time?”
She nodded her head. I motioned to another chaise lounge and invited her to lie down. I didn’t hesitate to concentrate the sunscreen application on her tits, making sure I tweaked her nipples a lot. She kept her eyes closed throughout, and yet her thighs spread incrementally as I touched her. When my hand went under the waistband of her bottoms, she popped her eyes wide open. She may not be as pretty as Lauren, but her lips were begging to be kissed. I leaned down and kissed her as my hand moved the last few inches to her pussy. Both sets of lips were moist and inviting. I tongue fucked her mouth and finger fucked her vagina, with my cock twitching like a vibrating tuning fork.
My fingertip picked up the first tremor of orgasm as she made a nearly continuous moan. I removed my finger and then slipped her bottoms down and off. She spread her legs for me even before I could ask if she was ready. I got between her thighs, hoping the chair would hold us. She in turn was staring up at my looming erection, probably wondering if it would fit. Neither one of us was thinking of protection.
I leaned down and kissed her while slowly entering her wetness. As I inched in I marveled that she seemed even tighter than Lauren! After that I didn’t think at all. I fucked her until she was squealing and cumming. I felt my balls boiling and grew sane in enough time to pull out of her. The amount of semen I spewed shocked me. I covered her belly and tits in shot after hot, milky shot.
“Was that what you wanted?” I asked the young girl once her climaxing waned.
“Yes, oh yes…thank you so much!” she answered, playing with the sticky goo I’d coated her with.
We didn’t talk much after that. Except for sex, what did I have in common with a girl her age? She excused herself, put her suit back on and went downstairs. I remained on the lounge chair, soaked up sun, and basked in the memory of two young, super-tight vaginas.
Angie greeted me when I went downstairs. Seeing her expression, I said, “Did you set that up too?”
“What do you think?” she replied. “You put on a good show, though she usually cums much louder when I do her.”
“You were watching?”
“You’re pretty clueless, aren’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. “Nothing happens in this house, or even Lauren’s for that matter, unless females let it happen.”
I learned that lesson finally, thought it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant lesson to learn. Angie let me know when she wanted my cock, and I obliged. The girls that flowed in and out of Madison’s bed were off limits to me unless they expressed interest in a one-off deflowering to see “what it felt like,” which wasn’t as often as I would have liked. I remained obsessed with Lauren though I never touched her again, and could only watch her cum with the other girls. Yes, I could live with this: a paid-off house, a Jacuzzi, and a warm bed with a hot woman in it. Who cared that the females ruled the roost?
Now if Madison would only treat me better.
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