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.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and he expected it to be another great weekend, maybe the best yet, so he wouldn’t think about which ring to buy until Monday. Perhaps then, she would agree to move in so he could wake up with her every day.