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Thanksgiving With Madonna
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
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Visiting Madonna on Thanksgiving. (MF, oral, celeb-
parody)
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Author's Note: This isn't a sequel to "When They Were
Preteens: Lourdes Leon", it does continue the
alternate storyline I created to Madonna's life as I
spoke of in that story. Since I pretty much set up the
storyline already, this one will be mostly details and
sex. If you haven't read the other story and you're
interested go to http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/
and look for my stories there.
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*[November 26th, '08 Los Angeles, California]*
It was Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and
boy, did I have much to be thankful for...
Thanksgiving recess just kicked in, we had a half day
for school, followed by a four-day weekend. And I was
in the middle of getting one of the best blow jobs...
I was giving Lourdes a ride home from school. Madonna
had invited the girls and me to spend the night over
at her home and Thanksgiving with her. How could I
turn her down?
As soon as I pulled my car out of the school parking
lot Lourdes was pulling my cock out of my khakis and
boxers. Her mouth was down on and wrapped around my
cock just as fast. She'd gotten pretty adept at
sucking my cock, and it was always in my car whenever
she asked me for a ride home, which was once or twice
a week, always on Fridays. As she deep-throated
[something Lourdes was only able to achieve for the
first time last week], I thought about how my life had
changed in the last five weeks or so.
It'd all started when I met Madonna and found out she
was Lourdes' mother. Madonna started showering gifts
and me and the girls. Expensive gifts. Including a hot
tub. Yes, really. Madonna took Lourdes to take my
oldest shopping for her first bikini. I was totally
against too but Lourdes was insistent, a trait she
inherited from her mother. She did agree not to buy
her a thong bikini and my daughter was only to wear it
in the hot tub and not outdoors.
This wasn't an issue with my youngest because we all
agreed she was even too young to use the hot tub. She
sulked about, but Madonna took her aside and said
something to her and she quickly got over it. Still,
it was awkward seeing my oldest in a bikini. Not
awkward as in I was finding myself attracted to her, I
wasn't; as I'd said before she hadn't developed yet.
If she'd had half of Lourdes' body i'd've been in big
trouble. Speaking of Lourdes, we'd become an
unofficial couple. At least in Madonna's and Lourdes'
eyes.
Madonna, on the one hand, was pleased her daughter was
sexually active at her age and had a mature,
experienced lover [her words, not mine...]. And
Lourdes, on the other hand, seemed to be crazy about
me. She did a good job hiding it at school and in
front of others, but when we wed able to be alone...
I'll admit I considered us a couple also. I hadn't
been with another woman since my divorce and Lourdes
filled that empty space in my life perfectly. And I
didn't see her as a twelve year old girl. You wouldn't
either with that body on her... I saw her as a woman,
a mature woman who made me feel alive in ways being a
father didn't and couldn't. We hadn't been able to get
together for actual sex since our Halloween weekend
but between the blow jobs and phone sex...
After our first weekend Lourdes had started calling
almost nightly after my girls were asleep. She said
she couldn't sleep without hearing. She said that was
also what helped get off as we masturbated together.
I tend to agree; hearing Lourdes' voice as I stroke
makes me cum harder than I ever did as a teenager...
Anyhow, all that led up to today, November 26th, in my
car, on my way to pick up my girls, getting blown by
my special girl. I took the long way getting home to
give Lourdes time to finish. I've found I last longer
now, especially when I jerk off. I let her know when I
was five minutes from the house.
Lourdes picked up her pace. She clamped her lips
around my thick shaft tighter, raking her tongue up
the underside as she massaged my balls. Her head flew
up and down my length to the base. Lourdes was moaning
as she sucked me off. Soon I grunted and began to pump
my thick white jizz into her mouth. As always she
swallowed my load down like a pro. Lourdes licked my
cock clean, tucked it back in, sat up and straightened
out her clothes [I'd had my hand down her blouse and
bra fondling her left tit and twisting the nipple as
she'd sucked me] just as I pulled up in front of my
house.
Good thing, too; my girls were on the porch waiting
for me, packed and ready to go. They rushed down to
porch stairs to the car and piled in. "Did you
remember to lock the doors?" "YES, DADDY!" My girls
said in unison.
"Shut off the TV, put the phone on the charger?"
"YES, DADDY!"
"Didn't leave any water running or the stove on?"
"NO, DADDY!"
"Left enough food and water for the cat?"
There was a brief pause.
"WE DON'T HAVE A CAT!" They finally replied.
"Just seeing if you two were paying attention," I
answered.
They both giggled. Even Lourdes laughed. "I'll have to
talk to mother about getting you guys a cat..."
"Oh, no. No, thank you. My girls can't keep hamsters
and fish alive, forget a cat." Lourdes just smiled.
We got to Madonna's large home. My girls rushed in,
Lourdes hot on their trail. She corralled them and led
them to her room where all three of them were going to
camp out on the floor in new sleeping bags. I found
Madonna on the phone with a caterer. "A caterer?" I
asked as she got off the phone.
Madonna smiled, revealing the sexy gap between her top
front teeth. "Hey, I don't cook," She joked. "And I
know how much young girls eat, especially from
experience, so I didn't want to put my personal cook
through all that. Besides, I wanted her to be able to
spend to with her family for Thanksgiving. Hey. I'm
glad you and the girls could come."
Madonna came to me and kissed me on the lips then
hugged me, purposely pressing her good sized breasts
into me and grinding her crotch against mine. I was
used to it. On the few occasions since the beginning
of November that we got to together, Madonna would get
flirty, rub against my cock, rub her breasts against
me or wear something low-cut and lean forward so I
could see had no bra on, etc. I was used to it but
that didn't mean I was immune to it. Who wouldn't
react to Madonna hitting on them? "I consider all of
you like family," She said after she stepped back from
me. She took me up to my room, one that was connected
to hers by a bathroom by coincidence.
She told me it was usually for family when one of them
came from Italy to visit. The time seemed to fly after
that. Soon it was dinner time, which was made by her
cook, after which she went home to spend time with her
family. Time flew again and it was late so I turned
in. I fell asleep thinking about the blow job Lourdes
had given me this afternoon... I was awoken at
midnight by the twelve chimes of the grandfather I'd
seen out on the landing at the top of the stairs.
After the late chime I began to drift off to sleep
again. Only to be awakened again some unknown time
later. I felt someone slip into bed with me. I assumed
it was Lourdes.
"You know it's now officially Thanksgiving..." It
wasn't Lourdes... I rolled around to face her.
Madonna's smiling face was right in front of mine as
she moved her body against me. She was naked. I knew
this because I was sleeping naked myself. I always do
which is why I lock my bedroom door at night. Madonna
kissed me as she wrapped her hand around my cock.
"Let the festivities begin," She grinned. She slid
down under my blanket. Soon I felt her breath on my
now rock hard cock. She pushed me on my back and slid
her mouth down onto my cock. I groaned. I felt her
hard nipple poke into my leg as she sucked me slowly.
Madonna slowly raked her tongue down my shaft and down
to my balls. She sucked one then the other into her
mouth. I was delirious with pleasure.
She slowly licked my cock as she sloppily sucked my
balls. After a few minutes she slid her mouth back
over my cock. Madonna couldn't deep throat me like he
daughter but she came close and knew some other tricks
and techniques that Lourdes didn't. Fifteen minutes at
least after she started my cock swelled in her mouth,
I grunted, pumped my hips upward and began spurting
jizz into Madonna's warm mouth. I must have shot nine
or ten bolts of cream down her throat. When I stopped
spurting Madonna didn't bother to lick me clean. She
just slithered up my body, her nipples raking over me,
and began kissing me.
Because Madonna's not as tall as me I could feel her
thick mass of pubes against my lower belly as she
ground against me. I could taste my cum on her lips.
"Your cum is really sweet," She said breathily. "You
must eat a lot of fruit," She smiled. Madonna reached
down and grabbed my cock which was now hard once more.
"Mmmm, this is turning to be the best Thanksgiving
ever..."
Madonna lowered her tight, wet pussy onto my throbbing
cock. She moaned. She sat up, causing the blanket to
slide down off of us. I'd seen her naked before, but
seeing her naked on my cock... Now that was a
different story. I reached up and cupped her tits as
she began to fuck me. I pinched her nipples roughly as
she gasped.
She shut her eyes as her first orgasm hit her. She
pounded my cock harder. Madonna was trying to abuse my
cock but I took everything she dished out. Finally,
some twenty, twenty-five minutes later, and at least
two dozen orgasms, she stopped to rest. Madonna placed
her hands on my chest for support.
She smiled as she caught her breath. "You're good at
this, aren't you?" She teased. I just smiled. "You
know what Sunday is, don't you?" She asked.
"The thirtieth," I replied.
"Besides that." You know how guys are with dates... I
shook my head.
"It'll be the first month anniversary since you popped
my little girl's cherry."
See? I told you guys are no good at stuff like that.
"You know I'm expecting you to give her something
special, something... she's never... had... before..."
As Madonna was verbally trying to make her point
across she slowly slid up off my cock, holding it
straight at the same time. When it popped out of her I
felt her shift slightly and the head pucker up to her
butt hole. As Madonna said "had..." she said her anus
down over the head of my cock. I got her point.
She gritted her teeth as she lowered herself fully
onto my shaft. It wasn't that difficult; I could tell
she'd lubed up her rectum beforehand. I'd never had
anal sex before and never felt anything this tight
ever...
Madonna had to stop a few moments to rest once my cock
was fully up her butt. She was actually perspiring,
too. Her forehead and tits glistened. She slowly began
to grind up and down on my cock. After a while she
actually rode it, slowly at first, groaning loudly and
having several small orgasms, sometimes multi-
orgasming.
As Madonna began riding me harder to have a few
intense orgasms. Her anus was so tight I barely made
it fifteen minutes this time. I grunted, grabbed her
hips, and thrust up into her, making her cum once more
as I spurted up into her over and over. When I
finished cumming, Madonna collapsed atop me. We were
both a sweaty mess now. As she caught her breath she
was like, "That was... That was..." then she just let
her head drop to my chest. I knew how she felt.
I lifted her head gently and kissed her forehead.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Madonna..."
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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