The Loves of a Rogue

They had always been known as the 'wild pair', Maddie and Clara, two college kids that shamelessly posted pictures of the two of them as they grinned at the camera, clung to each other, or were seen posing cheek-to-cheek, with their tongues hanging out suggestively, or their lips pressed to the others in a loving kiss. It was done to make people think that they were into each other and weren't ashamed to let people know it was so.

"This one's my favourite," Clara smiled as they huddled on her bed and looked at her iPhone's screen. "It sure was stormy that day..."

"In more ways than one."

Maddie said it as she brushed away her friend's long hair as it tumbled free around her bare shoulders, the tank top she wore in bed tight against her perky breasts. She needed no reminders of how they had been close as never before, two friends exploring new ways to be company as the others were there at the beach with boyfriends. One of the guys had teased them about it, how they had been pictured kissing, Clara's hands caressing her body under the thin cotton fabric of her T-shirt as they ground their hips against each other and the surge of the ocean lapping at their feet.

"Dad would freak out if he really knew how it can be between us."

"I'm sure he's already guessed and is okay with it, or else he'd not let me be here with you...for me to have stayovers when my folks are away. I was allowed to be here even when your Mom was still around..."

"Yeah, I guess that's so."

Clara reached out to touch her cheek as she gazed at her friend, clothed in a cute, short-hemmed nightdress that failed to conceal a firm and shapely figure, Maddie's long and slender thighs, and her sandy blonde hair neatly woven into a short ponytail. She'd come round to the house in her car, a graduation present, and wearing wide-leg floaty slacks with a white body-shaping tank top that had even made her Dad look twice at her.

He had been seen working late and was probably in bed by now as they chattered and looked at pictures, some going way back and before they had gotten into each other.

Lucas was a horny guy and her Mom had even said she was worried to go leaving her in the same house as him. But that was bitchy talk, coming from a woman who never did go through with what she always did when things got too much between them. She took off, stayed somewhere not so far away, and that Lucas paid for, only for her to come back again and they tried to put the pieces of their marriage together again. Even if she was Ellie's daughter, she wasn't about to go and live out of a suitcase until things were settled again between them.

Maddie put her iPhone on the bedside table, twisting and reaching back to put it there. She had reached out and touched Clara's thigh to keep her balance, but that touch became a caress to Clara's soft skin and she heard her friend's soft intake of breath.

"Go on, he's sure to be asleep by now," she breathed before meeting Maddie's kiss and reaching out to press a hand to her friend's breast. The nipple was hard and she pinched on it, something that she knew Maddie always loved to have her do.

She didn't reject her responding caresses and began to kiss deeply before Clara slipped her tongue past her parted lips and into her mouth.

"Touch me," she moaned through their kisses and as Maddie's fingers pushed down her friend's pyjama shorts.

She lay back and quivered in response to Maddie's certainty in undressing her. It was what she loved about moments like these. They never made a sound, stifled their cries by sharing in snorted kisses, as they did now, as Maddie's fingers probed and brushed over her wet heat, stroking her pussy's lips before they slipped in as far as they could go. She would be taken to higher levels of lust and need and would be coaxed to a shattering climax.

"You get there so quickly," Maddie smiled through her kisses and felt how it was becoming for Clara. She could feel it inside her friend's cunt as her fingers were clenched in ways that she knew were also deployed on the guys that Clara also let in.

It was no different for her, but to be like this with Clara added a special spice to the horny moments that they could so often succumb to. And just as they did with guys, fingers alone weren't enough. Maddie now slid down the bed and lay between Clara's thighs before her mouth closed over her slit and her tongue darted and licked, poked, and flickered over her pussy's walls. She soon exposed the pink and swollen nub.

"Yes, go on!" Clara gasped and kept gulping for breath before she went still and languished under Maddie's spell. "Oh fuck...fuck!"

Maddie's mouthing provoked Clara to arch her back and push off the bed, her feet planted on the mattress as she fucked Maddie's face, the slick and probe of her lover's tongue taking her to heights of silent pleasure. Her belly muscles cramped; her pussy gushed and she convulsed under this raging assault on her senses.

Maddie, her friend, an evil and degenerate bitch now, kept thrusting agile fingers into her pussy and started stroking in and out while she put the end of her thumb on her clit. Clara squirmed and gasped out a question.

"Who is your dream man? Who's cock would you suck until he came in your mouth like I'm going to do because of you?" Clara shoved Maddie off her and began her assault on Maddie's senses.

"I'd sure like to tell you...but wait a while!"

Maddie couldn't admit, not yet anyway, that it was Lucas, her friend's father, who inflamed her senses whenever she saw him and who fed her most intense sexual fantasies. But, now, it was Clara's fingers and tongue who aroused her and had her climbing the walls of lust; Clara's fingers working in her along with that agile tongue that made her pussy so darned hot and wet that three fingers had to be used to slick her pussy's walls and that she gripped on.

"Don't stop...please don't stop. It feels so good!"

"I'll slow down," Clara admitted kissing her as fingers eased out and she moved to lie on her so that Maddie could offer caresses to every part of her body that she could reach. She put her lips against Maddie's mouth but in the lightest of touches as she repeated her earlier question. "Who do you think of, even when we're fooling around like this? Who would you really want to fuck and be fucked by Maddie?" She pushed a hand between their warm bodies and found Madie's pussy again, then moved to bring her on in a deep and swirling rhythm of her fingers. "Go on, spill...give me a name."

Maddie's breaths hitched in her throat and she felt the raging cramps of an approaching orgasm. Her pulse seemed to boom in her temples and she felt that her body would explode because of the man she now thought of and as Carla's fingers worked their magic. She wanted them to be replaced by that man's penis! The man was tall and strong, his hair a silken white to match his neatly cropped beard. He wasn't old and sure didn't look it. His tanned skin, lean face, wonderful smile, and mane of white hair made him look so distinguished. And then there was the guy's reputation to inflame her interest in him.

"Lucas! He's the one I'm thinking of. I want to fuck him so badly and to have him fuck me...do anything for him and that he wanted."

Her orgasm overwhelmed her as Clara's fingers brought her to the peak and sought her G spot, her mind melting with the image of Lucas as he took her and she seemed to sink into the mattress. Mind and body had taken her to another place that her boyfriend often failed to do with his fingers, nor his dick, and doing everything with his fingers and tongue to thrill and take her to unvisited heights of pleasure.

"There, you know it all now...my secret!"

Maddie couldn't say anymore and slumped back on the bed. Clara soon lay down beside her and she was heard breathing almost as hard and rapidly as she was. She gazed at her friend's slender face, at her trim and firm-breasted body and slender legs. She was not overly generous in what she brought to sight and touch, but she used it well in her loving ways.

Clara smiled.

"It's a secret that I can help you with. I think it's so cool and exciting to know that you want to screw my dad. It would be awesome if he felt the same way, seeing as...seeing as he's lonely. The way I hear it, he's not doing so well now that Mother's taken off. You'd be a comfort to him."

Maddie sat up and gazed down at her friend. She was dismayed and puzzled by what had been said to her and now felt Carla slowly stroke her hair and then her face. "I thought you'd be mad at me for thinking it, let alone saying it."

"No, Maddie, you would be the best thing that happened to him in a long time. Who knows where it will all go where Ellie's concerned...my Mom. He has gone out on dates and you know about them because I come over to stay with you, but they've not worked out. So, he wouldn't be cheating on anyone. You're free, that loser boyfriend you go with no match, so....so...so yeah, why not see if the two of you can get together?"

"I try to get fucked by a guy who is more than twice my age, you mean?"

Carla nodded. "It sure doesn't show, does it? Lucas has white hair but that's just not important. He's young and energetic. You've seen that when we've been by the pool...when my Mom was around. And," Carla grinned, "and you've seen what he packs, how his swimming briefs shape his love wand and sac. Whatever he wears, it seems too small for what he has for a woman."

Madie sniggered. "The way you talk you might have a thing for him too."

"That would be telling!" came the sniggered reply. "Anyway, who is to know? Neither of you is going to talk that you got together...that you screwed, or got screwed by him, your friend's father." Carla sat up and put an arm around Maddie's shoulders. "People talk, I know...and he might say something but...but I don't think he would." Carla paused again and Madie met her stilled look, then saw the soft smile on her lips.

"What?"

"I think he likes you being here with me, crazy as it may sound. He's even asked me who I prefer...guys or girls...or you especially."

"He's worked it out?"

"Jeez! Of course, he has, but Lucas never says anything." Carla slid her hand over Maddie's thigh, more in an attempt to persuade her than as a caress. She now pushed to persuade Maddie to shift to the side of the bed. "Put your nightdress back on...unbutton the top some more and go to him...go and find out. It's gone twelve thirty so he's bound to be in bed. He sleeps naked..."

"How do you know that?" Madie asked in amazement.

"Oh. I know,! Carla laughed again as if letting Madie into a secret "I do the laundry around here and I never wash pyjamas...just his slips that he always leaves lying on the floor. You've seen him in his swimming briefs and what he packs in there. Now go and make real your fantasy about the two of you."

"You won't barge in on us, or peek at what we're doing will you?"

"What, and make me feel jealous?" Carla grinned as she waved her hands to urge her to get moving.

♥

Maddie ached to know of the man in the room down the hall from where she had lain with Clara. She felt her heart beating furiously, the dryness in her throat, and the ache of longing and flush of moisture in her pussy that thoughts of Lucas, such a strong and well-hung man, aroused in her and drove her on, along the darkened corridor.

From under his door, she saw the dim light from his room cast a soft glow over the landing carpet. He was still awake. What would he think of her to come knocking on his door at this hour of the night and when she made it so obvious the reasons for being there? Would he ever allow her to be in the house again? She would be breaking the rules by being so forward and he would find the words to reject her advances; he'd ask what had come over her to behave in these ways.

They got on with each other but on a purely platonic and trusting basis. He had his realty business to think of and his reputation, and no amount of soft words would ease the feelings of rejection that might well crush her confidence with others.

But she had to find out and hope that she might yet discover him and satisfy the nagging hunger that she felt for the man. With each slow step along the twenty or thirty feet that separated Clara's room from his, she felt waves of apprehension and doubt grip her and she topped. When she looked back she saw Clara in the dim light of the bedroom she had just left, the place where she had been pleasured by a close friend. Now, Clara was waving her on and was pointing at the door that she now lingered at.

Gripped by doubts she still raked her fingernails over the polished surface of the door. She was still wondering whether to make a bolt for it and back to Clara. Her room door was now shut and the light off.

"Well, here goes..."

She heard the rustle of bed sheets or the duvet cover, and then his deep voice as it called out and told whoever it was to come in. Her pussy gushed and cramped with lust, became so tight that she pushed her fingers into her tummy for an instant. It was of no help to her doing that.

"Hi, it's me...not Clara," she stammered, peering around the door and gazing at him. "Would it be okay if I came in and talked with you for a while?"

Lucas had moved to sit on the side of the marital bed, the pillows on one side crushed against the headboard. Maddie saw the papers he had been working on laid out on one side and within his reach. He began to tidy them away.

"You're still working and at this hour!"

"Yes I am," he smiled at her, wonderfully, and did not keep his eyes from drifting over her. She knew that the hem of her nightie had ridden up to reveal more of her thighs as she clung to the door's edge. "And you've come calling on me, at this hour. Now, what's on your mind?"

If he was surprised by her visit, Lucas did not show it and she feasted on the sight of him, on his broad chest with its downy hair, on his strong arms and muscular shoulders. Just the sight of him, and her memories of seeing how he had filled his swimming briefs, now propelled her to close the space between them.

"Is the work so important, even at this time of night?" she asked, knowing how pathetic that might sound, but she was on new ground and trying to seduce the man who seemed to fill her thoughts for so much of the time. She felt small and young compared to his strong and commanding bulk.

"It's important, yes, but I'm sure you didn't come here for an update on something we have never spoken about, Maddie. So, what's on your mind?" Lucas stood up and he seemed to tower over her. The waistband of his pyjamas was low on his belly and she could not miss the shape of what lay underneath. He hitched them up as he saw her eyes drift down over him. "I shouldn't say it, perhaps...but you sure are on my mind sometimes when I know how close you can get with Clara whenever you stay over for a night or two."

She groaned in dismay at how he made her feel. She moved her head as his fingers brushed caresses over her throat and down to her cleavage, his breaths warm on her skin. Had he wanted this to happen and as Clara had suggested, at least hinted at? Her mind seemed to go blank in response to his touches and she felt the muscles in her tummy tighten once more, then the surge of wetness in her pussy. She would be engulfed by the flood of raging need, in no time at all, if he touched her like that for much longer.

"You're on my mind, Lucas... you are!"

"And we have to deal with what has so clearly been on our minds."

"Yeah, that's how it is for me too!"

His mouth crashed onto her lips and she was crushed in his embrace, Lucas's hands soon under the hem of her nightie. It was lifted away and in a flurry of caresses and kisses, he claimed her body, feeling her fumble for his straining penis as she pushed his pyjama pants down.

"Yes, go and work it in any way you want and know about, but do it for me!"

Gone was his look of puzzlement at her behaviour in coming to his room. It was replaced by a ravenous look as he pushed her down onto her knees and she lapped at that trembling length of flesh, kissing the sides and flickering her tongue over its length.

The next few moments were the rawest, wildest, most terrifying as she learned of an older man and his wishes. Her heart was thumping in her chest and her mind was lost in a void as she gazed up at him and into his deep brown eyes. There had never been any rejection of her advances nor revulsion that she wanted him.

She hesitated, faltered in mouthing him even as her nimble fingers stroked his trembling length and she sucked on his ball sac, rolled one testicle in her mouth then the other.

"Later perhaps, girl," he smiled and, with surprising strength, she was lifted against him and she felt his warm breaths on her breasts, the first claims of his mouth to her nipples as Lucas's fingers worked her pussy's lips. "You seem ready for me."

She nodded then clung to his neck and languished in the caresses that he offered. She could not stop the shaking of her body as she felt her breasts crushed against his chest as he took slow steps to the bed.

"Do I put on a rubber...should I do that?"

"Only if you want to, I'm on the pill," she said, hesitating for only a moment before impulsively kissing him, opening her mouth to feel the swirl of his tongue as it met hers. Passion, her raw desire, took over from any restraint or hesitation.

"We'll see how it goes then, shall we?"

The bulbous tip of his penis, that large and glistening hood she had sucked on, brushed her slit and she felt his hands grip her buttocks as she was lifted onto him and he entered. They shared in a groan of pleasure and discovery, kissed, and she was coaxed to move up and down on him, Lucas thrusting and withdrawing but each movement slowly opened the way until she gasped.

She was impaled on Clara's father's wonderfully long and thick penis, her young and slender body accepting him slowly but to its fullest extent, inch by erotic inch until their groins bumped. Lucas pulled back until just the head of his cock was sheathed then re-entered her body again. He smiled before he kissed her, and then began a slow rhythmic movement, in and out of her over-excited but fully claimed body.

"Just like this for a moment or two," he said, his breaths on her skin, the movement of his penis within her, and the caress of that domed tip to her pussy's walls too much to keep silent on.

She gasped for breath as waves of pleasure kept rolling in on her.

"Do it in any way that you want! It feels wonderful what you're doing to me!"

"With you...with you...what I'm doing with you, lovely Maddie." He kissed her perky breasts and used his lips to tug on her nipples as she rose against hem before he pulled her down onto his probing penis, rocking his hips to heighten the pleasure for them both. "I'm loving your wonderful body but tell me if I'm hurting you."

She clung to him in her exultation at being plugged by the man. "I came to fuck with you Lucas, I want you to take me any way you can, any way you want and you don't have to play safe."

And with those few words of encouragement still in his ears, Clara's father started her on a long, delightful, sexual odyssey. After a few moments, she was carried to the bed. Lucas had discovered pleasure with her and she grew confident that she could please him as a woman, young as she was. She could let loose her fantasies of pursuing lustful sex with an older and experienced man. Just a few deep strokes of his big cock and she knew that she had found what she had been yearning for.

"Yes, like that, give it back to me, darling girl!"

She had already yielded to him completely and he moulded her body to him as they found a rhythm, Lucas then positioned her underneath him as he began to make tempestuous yet sensual love to her young body. He bore his weight on his feet and outstretched arms and she felt that they were joined only by that thick pole of flesh that stretched and caressed her pussy's walls and plumbed her with each dip of his hips. She stroked his body, looked down at how they moved together but Lucas most of all.