Fuc Buddy's Goddaughter

This is a slight departure for me. The action starts immediately and there is, consequently, less of a slow build. Character depiction takes place later than is usual in my stories. I hope it still appeals.

"Come on you dirty little fucker," Maddie growled above me. Her huge, hanging tits bouncing furiously as she ground her pubic bone against the base of my dick. "Get your hard cock right up my cunt. Fill me full of your hot, sticky, jizz."

I reached round and grabbed her well padded buttocks to drag her against me and give even greater traction. Then tilted my head up to take one of her large, rubberey nipples into my mouth.

"Mmmm, that's so good. Bite them," she directed. "Fucking hell, yes." As I complied and chewed, albeit lightly, on them. Too lightly in fact for her tastes. "Come on, harder than that," she exhorted. "You know I love it."

So I followed her bidding, biting vigorously then digging my nails into her splendid, fleshy, arse cheeks. I also did my best to match her thrust for thrust. Pushing upwards as she ground down on me.

"I'm going to come soon. But don't you dare spunk before me. Or if you do I'll sit on your face and make you eat your own creampie whilst you get me off with that gorgeous tongue of yours."

This was not an empty threat. Though nor was it an alarming one. I was rather partial to her sitting on my face. And I certainly wasn't squeamish about tasting my own sperm. Even, occasionally, other men's! But, on this occasion I couldn't see this happening. In my late fifties the days of "hair trigger" ejaculation was long behind me. So I had no fears of coming too quickly. Despite the lusty efforts of my ever willing partner.

"God, you are such a demanding, greedy, whore," I responded. "And I love you for it."

Silencing both her commentary and mine I took my hands from her arse and pulled her face downwards me. Burying my tongue deep in her throat and pulling her short, bobbed, hair. Another act, forceful as it was, that I knew she loved.

Indeed, our fucking, frenzied as it already was, increased in intensity. Thankfully my oak framed bed was a sturdy one, with a firm mattress. Because, by this stage, we were bouncing around with abandon.

Even pinioned as I was on my back I was barely able to hang on! But I was glorying in the feel of her soft, porcelain smooth skin, cushioning the muscular body beneath it.

Breaking from the kiss Maddie continued to encourage, if not demand, more.

"God, I love your cock. I'm nearly there. Come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

By this stage I was doing exactly that. Doing my best to thrust upwards with equal vigour as she was driving downwards. With the combination of the two starting to bear fruit.

We'd fucked often enough for me to know the tell-tale signs that her orgasm really was imminet. The skin on her chest was mottled, her breathing was becoming ragged and she was doing a particular circular manoeuvre with her groin that signalled her climax was approaching.

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooohhhhh, FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried out as a huge orgasm ripped through her.

"Oh my God, I needed that," she gasped. Pausing, at least temporarily, from her endeavours.

Grasping this opportunity I pushed her off me and spun her onto her back. Without giving her pause for breath I pinned her down and, in one movement (easily achieved as she was so well lubricated ) I was back inside her.

I immediately began to pump away vigorously. Maddie had done much of the work initially but it was now my turn to return the favour. Just as I had done, the harder I fucked her, the more she pushed back up at me.

I pinned her shoulders down to give myself extra leverage and was now humping her furiously. The sweat was pouring off us and the bedroom was filled with the sounds and smells of high octane sex. Or as high octane as our creaking middle aged bodies could deliver!

"God, you are so fucking hot," I assured her. "I love seeing your tits bouncing as I fuck you."

Middle aged or not, we were both in reasonable shape. Outwardly and inwardly. An example of the latter was the pelvic floor muscles of Maddie,which would put women decades younger to shame.

She put these to great effect as I felt her clenching and contracting her pussy around my cock.

As arousing as this was for me it also seemed to be a trigger for another orgasm for Maddie.

"NNnnngghh, yessssss........" she cried, quivering beneath me. Almost, but not quite, enough to bring on my own release.

"Oh my goodness, you've still not come," she exclaimed. "Sometimes I can't believe your dick control. Surely you must be close?"

"I am, I confirmed. And it's going to be a big one, having not seen you for a few days. But I wanted to hold off so that it really is a powerful orgasm."

I was, I guess, aurally stimulated. Which is why I enjoyed hearing Maddie articulate her thoughts and desires. But I was also particularly stimulated visually. I loved porn, I loved (on occasions) going to sex clubs and seeing a variety of people engaging in all sorts of acts. And, one on one with Maddie - or any other partners - I regularly enjoyed pulling out and coming on them, rather than in them. Sometimes I was unable to control myself and would come inside. But I especially enjoyed seeing my creamy spunk shoot out and coat Maddie's arse, tummy or even face.

But on this occasion I had a slightly different idea. I fancied seeing my jizz pool on and between her wondrous tits. So, as she came down from this second orgasm I pulled out, shuffled upwards and aimed my hard dick at her cleavage.

Sensing what I was after she assisted me by wrapping her tits around my cock. Further adding to the experience, both physically and visually by craning forward and spitting a large dollop of saliva on my cock.

"Come on you dirty little sod, coat my big tits with your spunk. I want to see you explode on me. Then we're both going to taste it."

This encouragement, coupled with the sight and feel of my cock nestled in her spectacular cleavage was, with just a few strokes, all I needed.

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm COMINGGGGG," I gasped, shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

I really did explode. I'd always been a big cummer and this was certainly no exception. I fired four of five big creamy shots on and between her tits. Though the first of these hit Maddie under her chin, causing her to squeal with delight.

Finally spent, I lay back beside Maddie. But she pushed herself up and began to scoop up the plentiful spunk that was splattered over her bounteous chest.

Once she felt she had enough she tipped her head back and in a theatrical fashion dropped a dollop of jizz into her mouth. Rolling it around with over-pronounced gusto.

"Mmm, delicious as ever," she confirmed. "Try some yourself," as she dropped back down and kissed me, rolling her tongue against mine and transferring the salty residue to me.

I took it readily. Not that I could say I especially enjoyed the taste of spunk - not mine, nor anyone else's. But I knew that resistance was futile. But also, whilst I didn't have a particular preference for it, neither did I find it physically unpleasant. But I did consider the mucky, if not taboo, nature of this act to be arousing.

I also knew that Maddie, like me, loved most things sexual. Including the theatricality of it. She loved dressing up in sexy gear, role play and the sights (as well as sounds) of arousal. For us both, sex was a multi sensory event. And this snowballing was just one aspect of that.

Before I continue, some context on our relationship might be of use. Having described Maddie above as my partner that probably over-stated it. We were certainly sexual partners, or partners in crime. But not life partners. Fuck buddies would be the rather vulgar phrase to describe our relationships. Though it was actually more than that. We lived apart, albeit just a few miles away, in the same small town. But we spent several evenings a week together and regularly took trips away. It's just that we felt, at this stage of our lives, with both of us divorced and with grown up children, we needed our own space. We enjoyed each other's company and shared many of the same values. This included finding in each other a mutual openness about sex. We would - and had - tried most things. And, providing no-one was hurt (physically or emotionally) we'd consider all aspects of sexuality.

I may also be giving the impression that she was overweight, if not fat. That was certainly not the case. Or at least not in my opinion. She was probably around a size 14. So certainly no stick thin super model. But most of her size was in her tits and arse. Junoesque would be a good description. A shape that I - and I knew many other men - loved.

One of the reasons that I knew other men loved it was her popularity at the occasional swingers parties and sex clubs we'd attended,. There was no end of eager men queuing up to engage with her.

What was also part of her appeal was that she absolutely exuded sexuality. And indeed sexual confidence. I don't mean that she wore slutty clothes and too much make up and lipstick. It was more subtle than that. But no less apparent. She had an air and a look that that hinted strongly - and indeed accurately - at her love for all matters carnal.

All of that said, we were both exhausted and completely sated after our efforts and, with nothing to detain us for the rest of the evening we shut our eyes and grabbed a quick snooze.

As we awoke from this short, but much needed, post coital nap Maddie propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at me quizzically.

"How do you feel about fucking a young girl?"

"What on earth," I spluttered in response. "I know I'm open minded, possibly a little perverted. But I'm certainly no paedophile."

"No, you idiot." Maddie responded immediately. Looking shocked herself at what I thought she was asking. "I mean someone much younger than me. But very much of legal age. Specifically a 20 year old."

"Good Lord, so this is not a philosophical, or rhetorical, question. You've actually got someone in mind?"

"I do," she replied. "Do you remember meeting my Goddaughter Verity? She's my best friend Annie's daughter. I think you've met a few times at parties at my house. The last one around Christmas time."

"I certainly remember your friend Annie. She's very attractive and quite sexy. Though I know you've told me she's a real prude. In fact, I can't imagine how you two are friends," I grinned.

"I know, opposites attract," she smiled. "I'm a cultured, sophisticated, lady. And here I am, knocking about with a boorish oik like you."

"Touché," I smiled. "But no, I only vaguely remember her daughter. Very petite, a little shy and about to go off to college? Surely you're not suggesting her as someone for me to set my sights on?" I asked. Completely incredulous, truth be told, at the thought.

"Correct, on both counts. Let me show you a photo or two from my phone to whet your appetite."

"Whoa, hang on a minute. Before you go showing me any photos. And knowing you, goodness knows what sort of photos they might be, just give me some background on this frankly extraordinary suggestion."

"Crikey, you're a tough nut to crack," Maddie laughed. "I'm giving you the opportunity to fuck a hot 20 year old and you're trying to talk yourself out of it. I thought you'd be chomping at the bit."

"Look, I'm not saying no. It's clearly a very appealing thought," I assured her. "But it's come from left field. So just give me a little more of the context for this."

"Right, here goes. Verity and I have always been close. As you've reminded me, her Mum is a prude, very buttoned up sexually anyway. So I think they've found it difficult to have frank conversations together. Verity has always known I'm wilder than her Mum. So she's increasingly turned to me to discuss matters of the heart. Or more accurately, matters of the groin! In fact, I was the one who introduced her to her first dildo."

"Wow," I laughed, as my dick twitched involuntarily at the thought. "You really are the "cool auntie." No wonder Verity loves you."

"And I can see these revelations are already reinforcing why you love me," Maddie smirked, as she gave my dick a gentle tug. "I appear to have got your interest now."

"You certainly have," I confirmed. "But why haven't you told me this before. I thought we shared everything? Anyway, tell me a little more about this Dildo tutorial, before you explain her apparent desire to have sex with me."

"It wasn't appropriate to divulge this before," Maddie asserted. "Verity asked me to keep it between us, which I respected. But now that's she expressed interest in you it's definitely appropriate. Anyway, about 18 months ago Verity and I were having dinner at my house. Which we did occasionally, especially if Annie was away with work."

"If anything, over the last few years, we've been even closer. Verity hadn't had too many boyfriends before going off to College. So she saw University as an opportunity to explore herself and have some new experiences. In fact, as I'll explain shortly, she certainly took full advantage of those opportunities!"

"But as part of that exploration I also suggested she should be keen to explore her own body to better understand what gave her pleasure. Telling her the best way to do this was though masturbation, ideally with a sex aid. I dug one of my smaller, more conventional, ones out and gave her a brief tutorial on how to use it."

"Shut the fuck up," I laughed. "Not even you would be that brazen."

"I'm afraid I was," Maddie grinned. "Though, much as I might have liked to strip off and let her watch me in all my glory I did it over my leggings. Though it still gave me quite a frisson to do it." she confirmed. "Not least as I verbally explained, quite graphically, how to get the best results with it. In fact, it turned me on so much that, as soon as she left I went upstairs and frigged myself to several orgasms."

"God, I can quite imagine it. You really are such a "naughty auntie," I growled, with my cock significantly hardening by now."

"Anyway, she took it away with her and when I next saw her she let me know, albeit a little sheepishly, that she was enjoying it, enormously in fact, and was taking it to college with her."

"Fast forward a few months and Verity let me know, when she was back for a weekend, that she's made a particularly close friend at Uni. The two of them have, it appears, been very open with each other. Sharing the details of their sexual exploits as they took full advantage of a whole host of horny new men available to them."

"That was all, of course, at Uni initially. And most of the guys they've been with have been around their age, possibly just a little older. But now both are home for the summer holidays they've had a less reliable pool of available men on tap."

"Ok, I get all of that," I agreed. "And, trust me, it's a very horny story. But surely either of them can still go out in their local areas to pubs and clubs. Or go on the apps that people now use?"

"They can, and I'm sure they are," Maddie concurred. "But what's piqued Verity's interest in older men is her friend's experience in a summer job. Apparently she's been working in a local gastro pub. The manager of the place is in his late 40s and, seemingly, pretty suave and handsome. He's also, arguably, something of a sexual predator. A few weeks into her time there he propositioned Verity's friend and they've been shagging, at every opportunity, since. Anyway, predator or not, Verity's buddy has been bragging about what a great lover he is. And how older men are the way forward for her."

"Which brings us more or less up to date," Maddie continued. "Last week Verity popped round, explained all about her friend's older lover and asked me what I thought of her trying to find one. Plus whether, in my experience, older men were better in bed than young bucks. Then, adding even further to my surprise, she specifically asked about you. And whether you might be up to satisfying her itch."

"Crikey, this really is a strange, albeit arousing, story. Outrageous, in fact," I opined.

"I must confess that, even for someone as open minded as me, her suggestion came as shock to me," Maddie agreed.

"Open minded, or depraved?" I speculated. "Not that I'm complaining or am even any better," I immediately added. "But of course I can see how shocked you'd be. As I am, right now. Though I do hope you gave older men in general - and me in particular - a good rap! Though what prompted her to think of me?"

"Actually, I urged caution," Maddie responded. "Explaining that there were plenty of predatory men - old and young out there. And, as I just suggested to you, perhaps the pub manager was one of those."

"I also talked her through the pros and cons, most of them quite obvious, of older lovers. By and large younger men have better physiques. And are able to have multiple encounters in a pretty short space of time. On the flip side, of course, the youngsters don't always last as long and can be pretty "clumsy" in how they treat women. Though, once again, that criticism could certainly be levelled at lots of men, of all ages."

"But I did tell her that a good older lover, with enough experience, particularly experiences he's learnt from, could take a lady to some real sexual highs."

"I think that's a very balanced summary. Though you've still not explained how I came into the conversation. Nor what you said about me. Though I guess, given your suggestion of moments ago, you didn't turn her off from me completely," I grinned.

"OK, to answer that, Verity had once overheard me trying to persuade her Mum to "get back in the game" and find a new man after her divorce. Even if it were just for some physical intimacy. I told her that were plenty of losers out there. But if she did her homework she could really enjoy herself. And I also let her Mum know, from a sexual perspective, that you were a real find and the two of us were having some wild, very satisfying, sex. Though I also assured her you pretty useless in other regards," she grinned. "But that story seems to have struck a chord with Verity. Perhaps at the time and certainly now."

"Anyway, all of that said, are you up for it?" she demanded of me.

"God, yes, I think so. Though I'm a little wary about setting something up like this with someone we, or rather you, know. And so close to home."

"Look, that's a valid concern. But all of the risk - and I don't think there is any - lies with me," Maddie countered. "I'm the one with the relationship with Verity and her Mum. But I know her really well and I'm certain she will be discreet. She has been every step of the way so far. And she's got a lot to lose as well."

"Terrific, I'm sold, let's get this organised," I finally agreed. Somewhat surprised at how long it had taken me to overcome my own caution and grasp such a wonderful opportunity.

All this talk and planning had once again sharpened my sexual appetite. And knowing me well, Maddie sensed this. Pulling me to her she I was soon buried deep insider her as we enjoyed another, slightly more leisurely, fuck. Though still accompanied by a predictably ribald running commentary from Maddie on how much I'd enjoy fucking Verity. As well as how much pleasure she thought I'd give her in return. On both counts, she was soon proved correct!

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A little after 6pm on Friday evening, just a few days after the idea had first been mooted, I was sat with Maddie in her tastefully furnished living room. There was a tentative knock at the door. Maddie answered and ushered Verity in. I was delighted to see that she was at least as attractive as I remembered her. And, perhaps unusually, probably better looking than her more recent (often filtered and photoshopped) social media photos suggested.