Madeline Secret Life part 2 of 4

Madeline Secret Life part 2 of 4


He asked, “If I was a virgin? ”

Sounding very stupid, “I told him I wasn’t sure.”

Nic had entered me and was steadily pumping at me. I was on my back with my legs in the air. This was truly the first time I remembered someone was fucking on me.

Somewhere during this I happened to glance over to the steps upstairs. Nic’s stepfather had come home and had quietly come down the stairs. He was standing there just watching us. Nic had his back to him and was rocking me with strong thrusts,
I wasn’t sure what Nic’s stepdad was going to do. I looked up at Nic. His face was flushed red. I knew he would cum soon. Looking back to the steps, I could see that the stepdad had moved back a little. He was now peering around the corner of the wall.

I figured; what the hell. If dad likes watching, I’d give him something to watch. I raised my legs and spread them even wider. I grabbed Nic by the sides of his face and pulled him down to my lips. My mouth opened and my tongue searched for his. Nic started to moan and suddenly our kiss broke. His neck stiffened and his head shot upwards. I grabbed a hold of his butt cheeks held him against me. I was sort of surprised that I could feel the cum spurting inside of me. I glanced over to the steps and his stepdad was still there. From that noticeable bulge in his crotch, I could tell he had enjoyed watching the show.

The fact that I had turned on his stepdad too, sent a tingle of satisfaction down my spine. Suddenly my own body exploded in the most incredible orgasm I had ever had up until then. I moaned and jerked about like a wild person. My head seemed to explode as sparks of light seemed to flash around me. I can vaguely recall being pretty vocal as I flailed about in pure ecstasy.

Nic had collapsed on top of me. He only started moving after I nudged him. Looking over to the steps, the stepdad was gone. Before I left, I asked Nic to use the bathroom to clean up.

I went upstairs and was going down the hall when Derrick practically jumped out in front of me. He had been standing just inside a bedroom door. I wasn’t sure what to say. He sorts of cornered me right there in the hall. He was a big man. I didn’t even reach his chin in height. He got right in front of me and sort of backed me up against the wall. In a deep husky voice, he asked if I would be willing to try on a “real man?”

I say the most stupid things when I’m nervous.

“I’m kind of full right now,” I said. “But I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

Finally, I looked him right in the eye and said, “I would think about it.”

I felt so dumb standing there with cum oozing out of my pussy.

Back at our apartment I had the most fun teasing Mr. McMillon. I tried to stay on the same time schedule because I knew he would be watching for me then. One night after my shower I was feeling particularly randy and figured to blow his mind completely.

I had walked into my room wearing only a bath towel wrapped around me. I had a blue hairbrush that had a thick round handle. It was probably about the size of a regular guy’s penis. After coating it with lotion, I had discovered it fit nicely into my cunt.

I had brought the brush from the bathroom and was stoking my hair trying to be ever so sexy. I knew Mr. McMillon was at the curtain again. I figured this would be the night to let him see it all. After making sure the door was locked, I carried the brush and lotion to my bed. My bed faced the window. I figured to Frigg myself to climax and give Mr. McMillon a heart attack.

Lying down on the bed, I shed my towel. I aimed myself right in the direction of Mr. McMillon’s window and slowly started by rubbing my clit and boobs. The thrill of having a dirty old man wanking-off watching me was intense. I wet the brush handle by sliding it in and out of my mouth a few times. Still holding the brush in my mouth, I dribbled some lotion on my lower belly. Gently I drew my fingers through the puddle of lotion and began painting the lips of my pussy with it.

When I felt coated enough, I took the brush from my mouth and began twisting it in the lotion left on my belly. I figured Mr. McMillon would be beside himself by now knowing what I was about to do. Slowly I pushed the rounded handle into my slit. The sensation of being filled was awesome. I brought my knees up and bottomed the handle against my cunt. After a couple test strokes, I set about a stroking rhythm, and laid out flat on my back.

I always imagine all sorts of depravity as I bring myself off. Most times I pretended to be a slut servicing all sorts of men. Before long I had a rapid motion going. This time it took only a few minutes before I was on the edge of a great cum. I raised my head up one last time to make sure he was still there. The shadow against the curtain was unmistakable. I laid back and my body exploded in a thrilling climax.

I think it was sometime within a year of moving to our new place, that mom brought home Glen. Mom had hit a home run when she latched on to him. He was the first guy that even I thought was nice looking. Glen didn’t move in like the others. He had his own place and a job. Glen never really slept over either. He just hung around. He was the only one who really took mom on dates out. I’m sure that they did all the fucking at his place.

I knew how to tease a guy with glimpses of my body. I found any excuse to take another shower when Glen was around. I had to be really careful though so as not to raise any suspicion with mom.

As it turned out, Glen was a photographer. He ran a little studio downtown. He did weddings, graduations and stuff. Not long after he and mom started dating, mom came home with a glamour- shot type photo. It was a professionally taken photo. Her face had been made-up by someone who really knew how to do it right. Her hair of course was flawless. You didn’t have to guess, but her biggest attributes were on display also. It was actually done very well. It practically made her look at least ten years younger.

I took several opportunities to complement Glen on his work. I was trying to be as subtle as possible, hoping he would do me too. I mean photo shoot, of course.

Finally, one evening while mom was preparing something in the kitchen, I sat on the couch next to Glen. I had been doing some pretty obvious things trying to catch his eye. I really was trying to get his attention, but mom was especially possessive of him. In a quiet voice he asked me if I had ever considered modeling. I was flattered of course. I leaned close and whispered that mom would never allow that.

“Oh.” he said.

“I meant strictly legit stuff.” he continued.

“Sometimes I get local stores shopping ads to do,” he offered,” And I’m always in need of a model to display clothing or jewelry or such.”

I was so totally into this, and told him so.

“But, again mom won’t be having any of that.” I whispered.

He sort of smiled quickly and then said, “Well then we just won’t tell her right away OK.”


We had a nice dinner and Glen left with mom for a late movie.

Wow, me a model. Just the thought played right into my greatest fantasies. I could just imagine all the girls sneering in jealous envy at my career as a big-time celebrity.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in mom’s room, I tried to picture myself as a real model. I thought my legs were my best-looking feature. I was still skinny by most standards but, I thought I could catch a second glance from most guys if I had on the right clothes.

Glen didn’t bring the subject up again for several weeks. I was starting to believe he might have just been leading me on. I took it upon myself to inquire on several occasions

“How’s business?” I would ask. Hoping he would take the hint.

Something happened one day that really pushed me to make a move. There was this real cute guy I was interested in, and another girl hooked up with him. I was furious because I had been making all sorts of subtle moves trying to gain his attention. I figured I needed to get this modeling thing going. I knew the other girls would be jealous, and it would give me an edge with the better-looking guys.

Finally, I had to almost invite myself to stop by to see his studio. One evening when mom was in the other room, I told Glen I wanted to see his studio. I planned to come by to see his shop.

To be continued