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(MF, oral, celeb- parody) *** Author's Note: This isn't a sequel to "When They Were Preteens: Lourdes Leon", it does continue the alternate storyline I created to Madonna's life as I spoke of in that story. Since I pretty much set up the storyline already, this one will be mostly details and sex. If you haven't read the other story and you're interested go to http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/ and look for my stories there. *** *[November 26th, '08 Los Angeles, California]* It was Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and boy, did I have much to be thankful for... Thanksgiving recess just kicked in, we had a half day for school, followed by a four-day weekend. And I was in the middle of getting one of the best blow jobs... I was giving Lourdes a ride home from school. Madonna had invited the girls and me to spend the night over at her home and Thanksgiving with her. How could I turn her down? As soon as I pulled my car out of the school parking lot Lourdes was pulling my cock out of my khakis and boxers. Her mouth was down on and wrapped around my cock just as fast. She'd gotten pretty adept at sucking my cock, and it was always in my car whenever she asked me for a ride home, which was once or twice a week, always on Fridays. As she deep-throated [something Lourdes was only able to achieve for the first time last week], I thought about how my life had changed in the last five weeks or so. It'd all started when I met Madonna and found out she was Lourdes' mother. Madonna started showering gifts and me and the girls. Expensive gifts. Including a hot tub. Yes, really. Madonna took Lourdes to take my oldest shopping for her first bikini. I was totally against too but Lourdes was insistent, a trait she inherited from her mother. She did agree not to buy her a thong bikini and my daughter was only to wear it in the hot tub and not outdoors. This wasn't an issue with my youngest because we all agreed she was even too young to use the hot tub. She sulked about, but Madonna took her aside and said something to her and she quickly got over it. Still, it was awkward seeing my oldest in a bikini. Not awkward as in I was finding myself attracted to her, I wasn't; as I'd said before she hadn't developed yet. If she'd had half of Lourdes' body i'd've been in big trouble. Speaking of Lourdes, we'd become an unofficial couple. At least in Madonna's and Lourdes' eyes. Madonna, on the one hand, was pleased her daughter was sexually active at her age and had a mature, experienced lover [her words, not mine...]. And Lourdes, on the other hand, seemed to be crazy about me. She did a good job hiding it at school and in front of others, but when we wed able to be alone... I'll admit I considered us a couple also. I hadn't been with another woman since my divorce and Lourdes filled that empty space in my life perfectly. And I didn't see her as a twelve year old girl. You wouldn't either with that body on her... I saw her as a woman, a mature woman who made me feel alive in ways being a father didn't and couldn't. We hadn't been able to get together for actual sex since our Halloween weekend but between the blow jobs and phone sex... After our first weekend Lourdes had started calling almost nightly after my girls were asleep. She said she couldn't sleep without hearing. She said that was also what helped get off as we masturbated together. I tend to agree; hearing Lourdes' voice as I stroke makes me cum harder than I ever did as a teenager... Anyhow, all that led up to today, November 26th, in my car, on my way to pick up my girls, getting blown by my special girl. I took the long way getting home to give Lourdes time to finish. I've found I last longer now, especially when I jerk off. I let her know when I was five minutes from the house. Lourdes picked up her pace. She clamped her lips around my thick shaft tighter, raking her tongue up the underside as she massaged my balls. Her head flew up and down my length to the base. Lourdes was moaning as she sucked me off. Soon I grunted and began to pump my thick white jizz into her mouth. As always she swallowed my load down like a pro. Lourdes licked my cock clean, tucked it back in, sat up and straightened out her clothes [I'd had my hand down her blouse and bra fondling her left tit and twisting the nipple as she'd sucked me] just as I pulled up in front of my house. Good thing, too; my girls were on the porch waiting for me, packed and ready to go. They rushed down to porch stairs to the car and piled in. "Did you remember to lock the doors?" "YES, DADDY!" My girls said in unison. "Shut off the TV, put the phone on the charger?" "YES, DADDY!" "Didn't leave any water running or the stove on?" "NO, DADDY!" "Left enough food and water for the cat?" There was a brief pause. "WE DON'T HAVE A CAT!" They finally replied. "Just seeing if you two were paying attention," I answered. They both giggled. Even Lourdes laughed. "I'll have to talk to mother about getting you guys a cat..." "Oh, no. No, thank you. My girls can't keep hamsters and fish alive, forget a cat." Lourdes just smiled. We got to Madonna's large home. My girls rushed in, Lourdes hot on their trail. She corralled them and led them to her room where all three of them were going to camp out on the floor in new sleeping bags. I found Madonna on the phone with a caterer. "A caterer?" I asked as she got off the phone. Madonna smiled, revealing the sexy gap between her top front teeth. "Hey, I don't cook," She joked. "And I know how much young girls eat, especially from experience, so I didn't want to put my personal cook through all that. Besides, I wanted her to be able to spend to with her family for Thanksgiving. Hey. I'm glad you and the girls could come." Madonna came to me and kissed me on the lips then hugged me, purposely pressing her good sized breasts into me and grinding her crotch against mine. I was used to it. On the few occasions since the beginning of November that we got to together, Madonna would get flirty, rub against my cock, rub her breasts against me or wear something low-cut and lean forward so I could see had no bra on, etc. I was used to it but that didn't mean I was immune to it. Who wouldn't react to Madonna hitting on them? "I consider all of you like family," She said after she stepped back from me. She took me up to my room, one that was connected to hers by a bathroom by coincidence. She told me it was usually for family when one of them came from Italy to visit. The time seemed to fly after that. Soon it was dinner time, which was made by her cook, after which she went home to spend time with her family. Time flew again and it was late so I turned in. I fell asleep thinking about the blow job Lourdes had given me this afternoon... I was awoken at midnight by the twelve chimes of the grandfather I'd seen out on the landing at the top of the stairs. After the late chime I began to drift off to sleep again. Only to be awakened again some unknown time later. I felt someone slip into bed with me. I assumed it was Lourdes. "You know it's now officially Thanksgiving..." It wasn't Lourdes... I rolled around to face her. Madonna's smiling face was right in front of mine as she moved her body against me. She was naked. I knew this because I was sleeping naked myself. I always do which is why I lock my bedroom door at night. Madonna kissed me as she wrapped her hand around my cock. "Let the festivities begin," She grinned. She slid down under my blanket. Soon I felt her breath on my now rock hard cock. She pushed me on my back and slid her mouth down onto my cock. I groaned. I felt her hard nipple poke into my leg as she sucked me slowly. Madonna slowly raked her tongue down my shaft and down to my balls. She sucked one then the other into her mouth. I was delirious with pleasure. She slowly licked my cock as she sloppily sucked my balls. After a few minutes she slid her mouth back over my cock. Madonna couldn't deep throat me like he daughter but she came close and knew some other tricks and techniques that Lourdes didn't. Fifteen minutes at least after she started my cock swelled in her mouth, I grunted, pumped my hips upward and began spurting jizz into Madonna's warm mouth. I must have shot nine or ten bolts of cream down her throat. When I stopped spurting Madonna didn't bother to lick me clean. She just slithered up my body, her nipples raking over me, and began kissing me. Because Madonna's not as tall as me I could feel her thick mass of pubes against my lower belly as she ground against me. I could taste my cum on her lips. "Your cum is really sweet," She said breathily. "You must eat a lot of fruit," She smiled. Madonna reached down and grabbed my cock which was now hard once more. "Mmmm, this is turning to be the best Thanksgiving ever..." Madonna lowered her tight, wet pussy onto my throbbing cock. She moaned. She sat up, causing the blanket to slide down off of us. I'd seen her naked before, but seeing her naked on my cock... Now that was a different story. I reached up and cupped her tits as she began to fuck me. I pinched her nipples roughly as she gasped. She shut her eyes as her first orgasm hit her. She pounded my cock harder. Madonna was trying to abuse my cock but I took everything she dished out. Finally, some twenty, twenty-five minutes later, and at least two dozen orgasms, she stopped to rest. Madonna placed her hands on my chest for support. She smiled as she caught her breath. "You're good at this, aren't you?" She teased. I just smiled. "You know what Sunday is, don't you?" She asked. "The thirtieth," I replied. "Besides that." You know how guys are with dates... I shook my head. "It'll be the first month anniversary since you popped my little girl's cherry." See? I told you guys are no good at stuff like that. "You know I'm expecting you to give her something special, something... she's never... had... before..." As Madonna was verbally trying to make her point across she slowly slid up off my cock, holding it straight at the same time. When it popped out of her I felt her shift slightly and the head pucker up to her butt hole. As Madonna said "had..." she said her anus down over the head of my cock. I got her point. She gritted her teeth as she lowered herself fully onto my shaft. It wasn't that difficult; I could tell she'd lubed up her rectum beforehand. I'd never had anal sex before and never felt anything this tight ever... Madonna had to stop a few moments to rest once my cock was fully up her butt. She was actually perspiring, too. Her forehead and tits glistened. She slowly began to grind up and down on my cock. After a while she actually rode it, slowly at first, groaning loudly and having several small orgasms, sometimes multi- orgasming. As Madonna began riding me harder to have a few intense orgasms. Her anus was so tight I barely made it fifteen minutes this time. I grunted, grabbed her hips, and thrust up into her, making her cum once more as I spurted up into her over and over. When I finished cumming, Madonna collapsed atop me. We were both a sweaty mess now. As she caught her breath she was like, "That was... That was..." then she just let her head drop to my chest. I knew how she felt. I lifted her head gently and kissed her forehead. "Happy Thanksgiving, Madonna..." THE END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive