Call me Baby

by erotic scribbler

©Copyright 2017 erotic scribbler

Chapter 1

The smell of sex was strong. Madeline's face was stuffed in a pillow, her balled fists were filled with wads of sheet, and her ass was shoved upward. John's fingertips dug into her hips, using them for leverage.

The sound of his grunts and groans and their flesh slapping drowned out Madeline's muffled whimpers. His swinging balls punched, punched, punched her bald pussy every time his groin slammed into her ass. Her intestines were quivering.

John shuddered, jerked, and arched back, lodging his bloated cock head in the girl's asshole. His sack cinched around his balls. He yanked his cock free, but Madeline’s inflamed anus hung wide open. John pounded his fist down the ass-slimed erection, shooting a stream directly into the gaping hole. The freshly bored anus snapped shut, yawned, and closed again.

He smiled and rammed the full length of engorged, spurting cock through the abused sphincter. The cushions of Madeline's cheeks rippled with the impact of his body. He hunched and jerked, emptying his balls in her ass.

John's waning boner slipped from the girl's slurping hole. He watched the flame-red ass tissue struggle to regain its original snug, puckered pinkness, and fell onto his side and apologized for breaking his promise.

Whatever it was that the little vixen made him agree to, John felt it would be worth it. How often do you get to have a virgin asshole? “I'm gonna take a shower,” John said. His apologies had fallen on deaf ears.

Madeline:

I flipped my pillow, wet side down, and turned my back to John's side of the bed, wondering how many times the man had said he was sorry. There was no excuse for such a severe fucking when you tell someone it's your first time doing anal. "I got caught up in the moment" wasn't an excuse for that kind of behavior, even if I lied about it being my first time.

Of course, I had never done it with a dick like John's. He was enormous compared to any that I've tried or even seen. At first, it hurt like hell, and I cried out, but once my fingers were on my clit and inside my pussy, I came and came and came. Now, I hate myself, again, for getting pleasure from it.

A girl can't cry foul after an orgasm like that. If I got off, I must have liked having my asshole wrecked by that man's gigantic cock. After all, I am the slut who put myself in this situation. Didn't I ask for it?

Oh, yes, I sure did, but that doesn't make what John did okay. Although the ends do justify the means, don't they? The look on John's face when I disclose my secrets will be well worth a sore asshole, but what about the rest of this? It shouldn't have taken so long.

Maybe I should have bailed out before I had time to find out John wasn't the total scumbag I always imagined him to be. The longer the relationship went on, the more my feelings changed. I needed John to be like my grandfather. That would have made all of this so much easier and satisfying.

It's too late now, I tell myself and think about the ass-raping I got tonight. It took a long time, but the deal is sealed. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning for Mr. John, and I'll know if revenge is as sweet as pussy juice.

Chapter 2

After a quick shower and a little more whiskey, John returned to find Madeline sound asleep. She seemed to be smiling, and he hoped she was dreaming about him. John went around the bed and lifted the covers to admire Madeline's ass.

It was special. She had the best heart-shaped butt he had ever seen. It was incredible, and it was the first thing John had noticed the night he met Madeline in that bar.

Next, he saw her large, jiggling tits. It seemed impossible for such a rack to be unleashed without sagging. He checked out her face, and unlike her body, it was more cute than sexy. Her nipples stiffened, and her breasts swished as she walked toward him.

She might be old enough to drink, he thought, but she’s too young for me. He offered to buy her a drink, anyway.

When John got Madeline home that night, he didn’t waste any time. The girl was naked before they reached the kitchen, and as sexy and amazing as she had been dressed, she was a thousand times more incredible in the flesh.

John got so excited he bent Madeline over, tits smashed on the table and started fucking her without any foreplay. She was so tight it was hard to believe the girl had ever had a dick in her. He would never forget how it felt. That was where anything seeming too young about her ended, though.

The girl fucked like a seasoned nymphomaniac, starving for sex. They spent most of that weekend in bed. John considered himself the luckiest thirty-four-year-old man on Earth.

For the past year, John had been fucking the twenty-one-year-old goddess every which way except anal. The only thing that appeared as young as Madeline's face was that tiny little anus. The tender, dime-sized pink ring looked like a young girl’s asshole.

It amazed him every time he licked it, poked it, and asked if he could fuck it. Madeline was a freak in bed and did everything else but anal she wouldn't do. What had changed?

Tonight, the girl had suddenly wanted it. It baffled John, but he didn't ask questions. Madeline had two simple conditions. One, promise to go easy, and two, agree to let her do something she wants to do tomorrow.

That made John nervous, but Madeline laughed and said, “Don't worry, Daddy, I promise it doesn't involve a strap-on, and it won't hurt.”

Daddy was what she called him when she was being cute, so he agreed. After losing his mind and plowing the girl’s asshole without mercy, John would have to keep his second promise.

John got in the bed facing Madeline's back, wishing his feelings hadn't changed. It was one thing to have a fling with a younger woman, but when he started thinking of marriage, the thirteen years between them was a concern. At least I'm not old enough to be her father, John thought.