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Maddies Magic, Part 1

Maddie's Magic

Part 1: First taste

Everything happened because of Maddie's magic tits. That's what her husband Ben says when we collapse after an evening - or afternoon, or morning - of lovemaking.

And yes, they are magical. Splashed with freckles, with cleavage and roundness that invite the eye to look closer, to see a bit more, Maddie's tits tempted me for years. Actually, she tempted me for years; she admitted so herself one afternoon a while back after a vigorous and varied hour of lovemaking.

The three of were lying side by side with her in the center enjoying Ben's and my lazy caresses as we grazed her belly and thighs with the tips of our fingers, barely touching her body, making her sigh and tremble.

"Damn right I did," she said between sighs. "It got me hot, bending forward so you could steal a look at my bazooms, or you watching my lips when I'm talking to you - didn't you think I noticed? How about the goose bumps you got when I'd just sort of casually take you by the arm, or those quick goodbye kisses that landed on the corner of your mouth. You better believe it got my juices flowing.

"Then I'd take all that horniness out on Ben's cock, and when I'd tell him that I was teasing you he'd laugh and say, 'Someday, you'll have to make good on all that seduction.'"

"She'd make me roll over on my back and make up a fantasy about the three of us having sex," Ben said. "She'd slide my cock deep into her pussy and grind her clit against me. Her eyes would start to glaze over when I'd talk about rubbing our cocks on her tits," Ben told me

"Yeah," said Ben, recreating those moments in a mock whisper, "then when he's wet you can moisten the tip of your nipple with his pre-cum and tease the sensitive part of his cock, real slow ..."

At that she shuddered and clutched her pussy, pushing her breasts up and out, smiling as wickedly as anyone ever could, her pale green eyes glinting lustfully out at the two of us.

"I got my way, remember?" she whispered, and clasped Ben's head to press his mouth against her right breast, the reddish-brown nipple already hard and waiting.

Yes, she got her way.

But we all got something.

When I met Ben and Maddie, I was still married to Edie. In fact it was Edie who went out of her way to build the friendship after the four of us met at a book club discussion several years ago.

"They're so free," Edie said, "not complicated at all."

I think Edie was intrigued by Ben. Tall, boyish-faced, sandy-haired, lanky, he seemed immune to her typical flirtation and always came back with unexpected remarks - about books or about life - that kept her off-balance.

"He has a thing about chunky redheads," Edie said to me once after we said goodbye to Ben and Maddie and drove home.

"What?" I asked.

"You can see it in his eyes when he looks at her. Strange. She's sort of, I don't know, plain. Don't you think?"

I thought her comment had more to do with what Ben didn't have in his eyes when he looked at Edie. Tall, pale-skinned, dark-haired, with high cheekbones, pouty lips and big eyes, slender and graceful, with a shapely derriere and small, firm breasts, Edie expects to turn heads and hold men's attention.

That Maddie, small, freckled and solidly built, could steal her thunder bothered her, I know.

"Curvaceous," I said as I stopped at a light. "Not chunky. And just plain - sexy."

That bothered Edie, too. I didn't hear a word from her for the rest of the night.

She knew I was right. Maddie is big-boned, wide-hipped and curvaceous, her face small-featured and pretty, and her demeanor outgoing and powerfully sexual in its frankness and confidence.

Her breasts are large, well-formed and beguiling, big enough to bounce around tantalizingly when she jumps up and down, excited about scoring a point in volleyball or zinging somebody with a one-liner.

All of this is topped by the unmistakable Maddie hairdo: curly - almost kinky - unabashedly red, big and always in motion.

Obviously, I noticed her from day one. I also saw that she and Ben were a natural fit and got along without having to hide anything from one another.

They were also a sensual couple, often touching, often reclining one against the other.

Edie, on the other hand, doled out her touches as rewards for good behavior. Our relationship seemed distant compared to Ben and Maddie's, and over the three years that we were together and friends with them, that distance only grew.

"I tried to be forgiving," Maddie said to me after my divorce, "but no matter what I did, it seemed to rile her."

"You riled her by just being Maddie," I replied. "She resented how well you and I got along, how well the three of us got along. And she could sense that I was very attracted to you. Remember the scene at the hotel in Baltimore?"

Maddie rolled her eyes and giggled.

We had all gone to Baltimore on a whim on one of the "child-free weekends," that Ben's parents provided at least once a month. We rushed home on a Friday afternoon to pack a couple changes of clothes and fill up the cat food dishes.

All of us had a great time ballroom dancing Friday night. Edie danced mostly with Ben and seemed oblivious to the fact that Maddie and I were an item on the dance floor.

I was oblivious to everything but the warmth and pressure of Maddie's breasts against my chest. The sensations sent tingles down my crotch.

And on Saturday we visited the aquarium - another great time. Maddie's enthusiasm swept us all along.

Ben and I left the gals, as we called them, at the hotel while we went out to pick up some bourbon and soft drinks. I walked into our room with Ben to find Edie lounging on an armchair with a book. Ben and Edie had an adjoining room, to which the doors were open.

"They're here!" Edie yelled without looking up.

Ben sat on the bed and started talking with Edie about the book she was reading, when suddenly Maddie walked in from the adjoining room, drying her hair with a towel, yakking about how the sharks had made her afraid of going into the ocean, dressed only in skimpy, almost translucent, pale-green panties and a bra.

I felt as if the floor had dropped out from under me. Edie glared at Maddie, who didn't miss a beat.

"That water has to be clear as glass - hi, Phil - before I go into the ocean again. How many teeth do they have? ... What's the matter?"

"Madelyn, you really need to put some clothes on," said Edie in a taut voice that would've scared off a great white shark.

Ben glanced over and shrugged.

"Can I borrow it when you're through?" he asked Edie.

I could see Maddie's nipples, hardly bigger than a quarter, and her pubic hair squashed beneath the panties. Her protuberant, fleshy inner labia were enticingly outlined against the thin fabric.

"Madelyn ..." Edie closed the book and put it across her lap.

"Oh, he's seen me in a swimsuit before," Maddie said.

"Wear a swimsuit like that and I'll have to make bail for you," Ben said, leaning back on his hands and staring appreciatively at her.

"Oh, big deal," said Maddie, turning and sauntering back into her room, shaking her buns playfully.

She popped her head into the doorway and looked right at me.

"And you. I'll tell Edie to tell me next time you're in the shower, so I can ogle you - lech!"

"Exhibitionist!" I retorted.

"It's not such a terrible sin," said Maddie, wrinkling her nose at Edie. "Give the guys a shot of those great legs, Edie. I'm sure Ben wouldn't mind an eyeful of some long gams for a change."

Wordlessly, Edie got up and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.

Maddie tiptoed back in, the towel in one hand. She put a hand on my shoulder and asked, "Is she really mad?"

I shook my head and laughed. The smell of Maddie was driving me crazy. "Damn it, woman! I'm not but flesh and blood."

"And a bone here and there," said Ben, chuckling.

Maddie mockingly placed an arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch and then slapped me playfully on the shoulder.

"She'll get over it," Maddie said. I watched her buns as she sashayed back into her room.

But Edie was the kind who kept score and never got over anything.

And when we wound up getting an "amicable" divorce a few months later, her parting shot to me as we went our separate ways in front of the courthouse was, "Well, now you can go back to Baltimore with your friends to lick your wounds, or let her lick them."

I held my tongue. I didn't feel wounded; I felt relieved.

Edie and Ben stood by me, of course. They invited me over to their house frequently while I was going through the divorce and afterward, never bringing up the subject of Edie unless I broached it.

That they were good, true friends was obvious, because I never felt like a third wheel at their house. It was always laughs and good feelings, freer and better than when Edie and I were with them.

About two months after the divorce, I was at Ben and Maddie's lazing around in the back yard after a barbecue one Saturday night when I mentioned Edie's parting shot to them.

Ben laughed, of course, but Maddie's eyes got narrow. Throughout the divorce and later, she had not said one unkind word about Edie or taken sides, but I could see her turn red from the neck up when I said that.

"And to think ..." she said, incensed.

"Yeah, to think," said Ben, laughing.

"Think what?" I asked.

"That whole thing in Baltimore was to get into her pants," said Maddie, who was sitting across from me on a lawn chair, wearing tight green shorts with a matching retro halter top.

"What?" I asked.

"That's just half the truth," said Ben, admonishingly.

Maddie coyly shook her head, making her bushy hairdo quiver. She pushed one halter strap off her shoulder with a flick of a finger, so that her left breast was revealed almost down to the nipple. She smiled wickedly at me.

"I was hoping that if she got interested in me, she might relax a little, you know."

"Interested?" I asked.

"Well, she's a good-looking woman, too, with those long legs and perky boobs," said Maddie, stroking the top half of her breast with her fingertips. "Great lips, too. We could've had a good time."

"I'm sure you could," I retorted, beguiled. "Were you going to give Phil a twenty and tell him to take me to the movies while you and Edie rolled in the hay?"

"We would've let you watch, and charge you twenty bucks each!" she shot back, biting her lower lip and looking straight at me. "Maybe more than watch."

"And that's the other half of the truth that Ben's talking about," I murmured, leaning forward.

"The big half," she said, giggling.

Ben stood up and crossed behind her, smiling down at her and pulling her hair back, cradling her face between his hands.

"What are you gonna do with somebody like this?" asked Ben softly as she kissed his fingertips.

"What ARE you gonna do?" said Maddie, her green eyes looking straight into my soul.

I looked at both of them, at their welcoming smiles, and I knew what to say.

"What are WE gonna do?" I asked.

"I know what I'M doing," said Maddie in a rough whisper.

She leaned forward, took my hands and pressed them against her face. I could feel her breath flowing into my palms before she reached down and kissed them.

Slowly, she leaned forward to kiss me, all the while guiding my hands gently into the halter top. Her lips touched mine, and I felt the hard tips of her nipples press into my palms.

As her lips opened and my tongue touched hers, the straps on her halter fell across my forearms. Ben, still standing behind her, had undone them. He was erotically massaging her back and pushing her halter top down, then stroking her back all the way up to the neck.

"She could've had some sweet squirts," said Maddie, pulling back a few inches and pressing my hands hard against her breasts.

"How sweet?" I asked.

She pulled me forward so I was kneeling in front of her and pressed the nipple of her right breast into my mouth.

"Suck," she said softly.

She moaned, and a thin stream of milk hit my tongue. She pulled my face harder against her breast.

"She's still got milk," said Ben.

"Ben keeps it going 'cause he likes it so much," said Maddie. She was breathing hard. "Well, we like it. Give him the other tit, Phil."

Ben leaned forward over her shoulder and took the tit I held up for him into his mouth. I could feel his lips working as he sucked on it. He moaned appreciatively and I felt her squirt even more into my mouth.

Maddie gave a short, stifled scream, and she seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"Oh, you two," she whispered gratefully. "You didn't even touch my pussy and you did it."

She pulled my face toward hers and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth, which was filled with the taste of her milk. Then she kissed Ben, who still bent over her from behind. He squeezed both of her breasts, from which drops of milk dripped down onto her crumpled halter top.

"I've got so many dreams," she said, breathless, as Ben pulled away. "Can this time be all mine?"

"Sure," Ben answered.

"How wicked is she?" I asked Ben.

He laughed softly.

"All mine?" she asked softly.

"Sure," I answered, "if you'll let us suck on your tits again and make you come."

She kissed me hard and quickly, then offered up her tits to us. We had barely begun sucking on them when the warm sweetness began flowing again, and she moaned, hard and long this time, pulling our heads hard against her as she shuddered.

After a minute or so, she leaned back and kissed us again, each in turn, flicking her tongue into our mouths.

"Wonderful, sweet taste, darlin'," said Ben.

"We need the bed," she said, "and I need to taste you."

By the time we got to the bedroom, we were naked, Maddie's undulating bottom guiding us to the king-size bed with the green bedspread in the corner beneath the skylight.

Of course, our cocks were primed and hard after nuzzling those wonderful tits and feeling the sexual energy swirl around the three of us. I saw that Ben's cock was about the same size as mine, which is a little larger than average, but his pointed straight out from his body, while mine curves upward a bit.

"Got to you already," he said, beckoning to my cock. "Me, too," he said, taking a drop of precum from the tip of his cock and spreading it all over his glans.

"Sweetheart, we're going to need some towels," Maddie said, turning around.

"We're already wet," said Ben.

"Am I wet?" she said with a teasing smile. She threw herself on the bed, legs bent and parted. Beneath the neatly trimmed, curly red bush, her thick labia, a tantalizing reddish pink, were swollen and parted, glistening with anticipation.

She brought her knees together suddenly and got serious.

"Phil, I believe I know the answer, but I have to ask you something. We have to ask you something."

Ben's voice echoed from the bathroom to my right: "You been careful since Edie left?"

"No, Ben," I replied. "I haven't been careful. I've been utterly chaste."

"That's the right answer!" said Maddie, mischievously parting her legs again.

"Except for the Handy twins," I said.

Ben and Maddie laughed uproariously.

"And before that it was six years of monogamy," I said. "Now, what about you guys?"

"Eight years of monogamy," said Maddie.

"Eight long years," moaned Ben as he came back and flung a half-dozen hand towels onto the bed.

"Well, it's going to end tonight," said Maddie, pulling herself up and sitting on the edge of the bed, "with some serious triogamy."

"And it's going to be worth the wait," said Ben.

"It's already worth the wait," said Maddie beckoning for Ben to come forward. She patted the bed right next to her. "You sit right here and watch, Phil." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm going to have a little taste."

She kissed me, again coaxing my tongue with her own, and then turned up her face up to kiss Ben passionately before turning to his cock, which had a bead of precum forming on the tip.

She leaned forward as he thrust his cock within reach of her long, hungry tongue, her hands on Ben's hips. Slowly, she caught the bead of precum on the tip of her tongue. Sighing appreciatively, she deftly worked her tongue all the way around his glans, then under it, tickling the most sensitive spot just behind the tip. After bobbling his cock for a few moments, she closed her lips around it and slid them down the shaft.

"Careful," Ben murmured. "I'm very excited."

I was squeezing her breasts, my face close against her hair. She turned to me, lips parted.

I knew what she wanted. I kissed her. Her tongue was salty, musky, her lips slightly slippery from the mix of saliva and precum.

"Can I rub on your tit?" I asked.

"I was going to ask you ..." she murmured.

Ben sat on her left side and cupped her right breast in his hand. Standing, with one foot on the bed, I inclined forward and rubbed my cock on her breast, just above the nipple. Ben squeezed the breast and I shifted slightly, so that the tip of her nipple grazed the sensitive part of my cock. After a few minutes, afraid I might explode, I pulled back, leaving the top of her nipple shiny with precum.

Gently, with circular one-finger caresses, Ben spread my precum across the entire nipple.

"Come on, Sweetheart," she whispered to him. "Tell me what he tastes like."

Ben bent over and licked gently at her nipple then kissed all around the areola.

"When you rub on the nipple like that, Phil, that's incredible," she said. "How's that taste, Sweetheart?"

Ben kissed her long and deep.

"How about we do both tits?" I asked.

Maddie moved to the center of the bed and propped herself up. Ben and I each cupped a breast and rubbed slowly on the nipple, teasing ourselves, anointing it with the precum that flowed steadily out of our cocks now.

Nobody spoke as we her breasts and nipples grew ever more slippery with precum. When Ben leaned back to catch his breath and keep from cumming, Maddie looked up at me and proffered the breast he had been teasing. Saltier, muskier than before, the taste was pure sex.

"I'm not going to make it to your pussy, Maddie," Ben said.

"Do you mind not making it to my pussy, Phil?"

"It's your dream, Maddie."

"Let me have a taste of both of you, and then I want a cumbath for my tits," she said.

"Do him first, Maddie," Ben said.

"Careful," I begged.

"Together," she said.

Holding our cocks, she pulled the tips close against her mouth, squeezing hard at the base to keep us from cumming as she sucked on one and then the other. I was leaning on Ben, and he leaning on me, his body warm against my hand.

Maddie rubbed the tips of our cocks together, stroked them, kissed the underside, rubbed them together some more.

And then she moved us down to her precum-slick breasts, where we rubbed against her and each other. Watching us intently, she moved her hands down between her legs and started pulling and rubbing furiously.

Ben and I were each caressing her breasts with one hand and using the other to guide our cocks across her wet breasts and nipples. My hand and his would slide off our own cock, clasp the other's, squeeze us together, back and forth, all in a dizzying rhythm of motion.

Maddie's eyes were locked on the spectacle as she rubbed herself with increasing frenzy. I could hear the wetness of her pussy as her hands worked savagely at her clit and labia.

I felt myself swelling, about to explode, and Ben's cock getting even stiffer and wetter, and then there was the incredible release that sent the two of us colliding against each other for support. Arcs of cum shot across our hands, over Maddie's tits, over each other's cocks. We each had the other's cock in our hands, lubricated with fresh, hot jism, as we pumped madly. Maddie's eyes rolled back. Bucking and thrashing, she let out a long, deep moan, her legs now together, pinching her hand between them.

Gradually we came to, the three of us splattered with jism. I could remember Ben's cock throbbing in my hand, the hot cum shooting across my hands and onto Maddie's breast, and what felt like jets of liquid fire shooting out from inside of me.

"Did you get it all, Sweethearts?" Maddie, wide-eyed, was looking at the both of us. I pulled a bit on Ben's cock and he throbbed ever so slightly.

"No more," he begged.

"Me, too," I said, and he laughed, realizing that he was still gently stroking my slippery cock.

"That was a tidal wave," Maddie said, running a fingertip over her cum-spattered tits. "Looks like a month's worth of jism all at once."

"Was that your dream?" Ben asked, leaning over to kiss her.

"That wasn't the dream I started with," said Maddie, looking up at me. "But that's the thing about dreams, they have to find their own way."

I stroked the smoothness of her belly, then moved down to her thigh, squeezing it and pulling it away to open her legs a bit and reveal her moistened inner thighs.

The smell of her excitement and our jism filled the room as her moans had just moments earlier.

"I know where my dreams are leading," I said.

"Do you?" asked Maddie, sighing deeply.

Ben laughed softly.


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