Madelyn & Mr. Johnson: 18 y/o Sleeps with her Dad's Friend

Madelyn & Mr. Johnson: 18 y/o Has Sex with her Dad's Friend

"See you both in a bit," I say, waving goodbye to John and Stacy.

The closing of the door leading to the garage soon gives way to the garage door opening, after the two have entered their car. I look over at Madelyn, her tight teen body and accompanying yoga pants and top causing dirty old man fantasies to play through my head. I've known her since she was a tween, on account of being friends with her parents. In those years since she turned 18, she's matured, and has become sexy, instead of cute-and-innocent.

"So, Mr. Johnson, did you get a chance to think about what we talked about last time you were over?" Her legs are crossed, her arms casually spread out across the sofa like a bird's wingspan, a grin on her face.

"I did, and I think it'd be fun, Madelyn. You?"

"Sure, why not? I'm sure I'll have stories in college that are more random and wild than this."

"Agreed. It's just hard to believe that lil' Madelyn is an adult now." While saying this, I stand and walk over to her, sitting down on the sofa next to her.

She giggles, then gets back down to business. We look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then I make the first move. Cupping her cheek, I kiss her on the lips. I surmise she's a bit nervous, based on what we are doing. Furthermore, I assume I'm the first 42-year-old man she's ever kissed, with tongue. Regardless, she's showing she's not one to back down.

Grabbing her chest, I squeeze her modest-sized breasts, her gasp of delight audible. I continue to explore her body with fervor, my hands wandering over every curve and contour. Madelyn's breath quickens as I trail kisses down her neck, nibbling on her sensitive skin. The weight of forbidden desire hangs heavy in the air, adding an intoxicating layer to our illicit rendezvous.

Madelyn's hands find their way to my shirt, hastily unbuttoning it as if starved for the sight of my bare chest. Her touch ignites a fire within me, fueling my need for her. I guide her slender frame onto the sofa and straddle her hips, gazing deeply into her eyes.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. The intensity of the gaze sends shivers down Madelyn's spine, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty swirling within her. I can tell she had always been drawn to older men, their maturity and experience exuding an irresistible allure. My hands continue their explorations, tracing along the curves of her body with practiced finesse.

I can feel the pulse of anticipation throbbing through our veins as we surrender to the intoxicating pull of forbidden desire. Madelyn's body quivers beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps. Our entangled limbs create a tapestry of longing, the weight of our secrets adding an exhilarating edge to our tryst. With each caress, I'm acutely aware of the power imbalance between us, the stark contrast in age and experience. But in this moment, it feels insignificant, eclipsed by the raw passion that courses through our beings. Our connection defies societal norms and expectations, existing solely within the walls of this clandestine encounter.

Pushing me back on the sofa, with my shirt on the carpet, and her hand down the front of my jeans, she licks and tugs on my nipple, her blond hair cascading all over my body.

"Uggh, yes, Madelyn," I moan, her velvety hand submerged, stroking my cock.

Assisting, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, her hands taking hold of my jeans and pulling them down to my feet. Once they're off, I grip the edge of the sofa, my body arching into her hand, craving more of her intoxicating touch. Her lips trail a searing path down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

She takes me in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around my shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My fingers tangle in her hair, urging her on as she deepens her movements, sucking more of me.

"Yes, Madelyn! It feels so good when you suck my cock," I groan, her tongue swirling all over it.

I realize if I let her keep doing it, I'm going to cum in her mouth, which is tempting; however, we talked about having sex together, not foreplay.

Turning the tables, I get my manhood from her mouth and strip her from her clothes, my face burying itself between her delicious folds. My tongue explores the soft, wet flesh, tasting her sweet essence. Madelyn arches her back, moaning in pleasure as I tease her sensitive clit with my lips. Her fingers grip the edge of the sofa, as if desperately seeking something to hold onto amidst the whirlwind of sensations that consume her.

My tongue flicks and swirls, my lips suckling on her sensitive nub, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room is filled with the intoxicating scent of our desires and the symphony of our shared pleasure.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, fuck me!"

I pause, my lips still pressed against Madelyn's swollen clit. The desperate plea in her voice sends a jolt of desire straight to my core. In that moment, I know I can't deny her what she craves.

I rise from my position between her legs, a hunger burning fiercely in my eyes, my hardened length standing proudly before me. Madelyn's gaze devours me, a mixture of anticipation and need shimmering within those captivating blue eyes.

"Are you ready for me, Madelyn?" I growl, my voice thick with desire.

She nods, her breath hitching as I position myself at her entrance. With one swift motion, I bury myself deep inside her, eliciting a gasp of ecstasy from her lips. Our bodies mold together, the rhythm of our movements syncing in perfect harmony. Her nails dig into my back as I thrust into her with unrestrained passion, driving us both to the brink of pleasure. Every stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure within us, igniting a fire that consumes us.

The room echoes with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, while she talks dirty; whining about what a slut she is for getting fucked on the sofa while her daddy is out. The intensity builds, growing more and more explosive with each passing moment. Sweat coats our bodies as we surrender to the raw, primal pleasure that courses through our veins. Madelyn's body quivers beneath me, her walls clenching tightly around my throbbing length. I lean forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as I continue to thrust into her with unyielding force. Our tongues dance together, mirroring the rhythm of our bodies. The taste of her on my tongue only fuels the fire burning inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

With each thrust, I feel myself losing control, succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure that engulfs us. Madelyn's moans grow louder, reaching a crescendo that echoes through the room, numerous orgasms hitting her. When mine comes, I pull out, splashing my creamy load all over her stomach and chest, while outliers land at the tips of her towheaded hair.

With opened legs, she opens her eyes, her eyebrows popping up. "Oh, shit! That's a lot of cum!"

The room is momentarily silent, then we erupt in laughter. Unfortunately, it's cut short upon hearing the opening of the garage door.

"Fuck!" we declare in unison, scrambling to get dressed before her parents catch us.

THE END