“I need your advice. It’s about my track coach, Mr. DeFazio.” Madeleine swiveled to face him, her face suddenly serious. “I think he’s coming on to me.” Another wriggle. Ted gritted his teeth. “Of course, coaching is always pretty physical, but he touches me when it doesn’t seem necessary.”
“Where?” Ted tried to focus on the conversation. A teacher taking sexual advantage of students wasn’t something to take lightly.
“In the locker room. In the halls. Out on the field.” She saw his confusion. “Oh, you mean where on my body? Mostly my shoulders or my hips. But occasionally his hand has brushed against my breast. And once he patted my butt, quite on purpose, I think.”
“You should report him to the university administration. As soon as possible.” Faced with this real-world issue, Ted’s erection began to subside.
“Oh, but the thing is, I think I’d like to have sex with him.”
“What?” His cock surged.
“He’s really handsome, and in great shape for a man in his forties. When he looks at me I feel like I’m melting.” Once more she squirmed in his lap, sending new blood into his erection. “And I want to know what it’s like.” She gazed into his eyes, without the slightest hint of shyness. “To have a cock inside me.”
Oh, god! “But—you’ve had Annie—her dildo…”
“I don’t think that’s at all the same,” said Maddy in a solemn tone. “Do you?”
“Um—probably not.”
“So I’m considering asking Mr. DeFazio to fuck me.” Without warning, she reached behind her neck to untie her top. It flopped down, exposing her perfect tits. She cupped them in her palms and circled the jutting nipples with her thumbs. “Unless I can convince you to do it instead.”
“Oh, Madeleine, I’d love—” Ted began, honestly not knowing whether he planned on accepting or refusing.
“Great!” she cried, hopping off his lap. In seconds her swimsuit was gone. “Now you, Ted.” She urged him to a standing position then pulled his shorts to his ankles. “Oh my! You’re so big!”
Her nakedness floored him. There was no way he could resist her youthful, almost virgin flesh. Still, he tried to be responsible.
“You’re sure this is what you want?”
With a playful shove, she pushed him back into the chair. “Of course, silly.” She straddled him with her lean, muscular thighs, then lowered her snatch until her damp pussy hair just brushed his cockhead. “More than ever.”
“Okay, okay—oh!” The soft touch of her pubic fur was almost more than he could bear. “We’ll take it slow…just relax…”
Hands on her hips, he guided her down onto his pole. Bit by bit, his swollen cock disappeared into her narrow channel. She was wet as a dream, gloriously tight. Still, his dick met no resistance as it slid into her depths. It seemed that Annie’s dildo had cleared away her hymen, but hardly stretched her.
Finally he reached bottom. They paused to give her a chance to adjust to his bulk. She sighed with delight. “That feels amazing!”
“It does,” he said. “But it’s going to feel even better.” He lifted her a few inches, savoring the smooth glide of his cockskin along her slick inner walls, then let her pussy swallow him to the root once more.
“Oh—again!”
He repeated the maneuver, using her body like a sheath to fuck himself. Before long she’d figured out how to contribute, using her own muscles to control the rise and fall. At that point, Ted let his body and his instincts take control.
Each time her pussy engulfed him, he jerked his pelvis, driving his cock even deeper. She moaned and ground herself against him, learning quickly how to find the perfect friction. Flinging her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, she rode him like a pro. Hard and fast, she impaled herself on his rod, panting as though she were running a race.
He’d been on the very edge before he entered her, worried that he’d shoot before she was satisfied. Now he felt like he could fuck her forever. His cock was steel, granite, all those clichés come to life in her tight, clinging cunt.
She came once, then again, with quick little cries like a hungry kitten. Her sex clamped down on his dick while she writhed in his lap. He slowed his pace until she recovered, then resumed his fierce pounding as she urged him on.
“Maddy? Are you upstairs? I forgot my apartment key.”
Ted froze. In the frenzy of lust he’d totally forgotten they were outdoors, above ground level but completely exposed. He tried to tumble Madeleine off his lap, but she was coming yet again, hanging onto his shoulders with an iron grip while pleasure shuddered through her.
“Maddy—oh!” Over her sister’s shoulder, Marcella’s gaze met Ted’s. Her ripe lips curled into a slow smile. “So that’s what’s going on. You should have waited for me.”