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04 August 2005



Friday Evening

“How does this feel?”

“Shit, Maddie, that hurts!”

“Breathe through it; it’ll be much better, I promise.”

I am working on Viviane’s upper back muscles, which are crazy tight from so many hours of blogging.

It is Viviane’s birthday. She had dinner out, and then had planned on coming by Jefferson’s apartment for drinks afterwards.

Viviane and I have been chatting for a couple months online, and she has generously linked to this blog, while supplying the cats and kittens of the blogosphere with more sex info than they could ask for.

Jefferson and I were having sex around 9 PM when she phoned. Jefferson was fucking me, and I grabbed the phone.

“She’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

“Perfect,” Jefferson says, his thumb on my clit as he angles his cock up toward my G spot.

We finish up and I splash water onto my face and towel off.

“Sweetheart, do I need to get dressed? Or can I just wear my slipdress?”

“Just wear what you’re wearing. Viviane’s already seen your naked picture, baby. I don’t think she expects to see you fully clothed, ever.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

I toss on my cotton slipdress, and we remake the bed.

There is a knock on the door. I go to open it, and Viviane is standing there, with a knowing smile. “Okay, kids, I’m intoxicated,” she says.

I am so glad to finally meet her. I give her a hug. Jefferson kisses her hello.

“Happy Birthday, Viviane!”

Viviane is an inch or so taller than I am, with dark hair in the same cut as mine. Pale, smooth skin and red lips. She looks like a doll. I like her because she is a fellow smart person and a grownup. We have developed a sisterly bond in the last few months. I think she is as excited as I am that Jefferson and I are getting to spend time together.

We’ve chatted about a lot of things, one of which is the possibility that we'll need a code word for when I’d like to be left alone with Jefferson. It is so nice to be that honest and up front with her. I’m not worried about it, and I trust that things will go well.

Viviane swears she doesn’t expect to have sex with us.


Jefferson pours drinks which we decide to take to the terrace and enjoy the breeze. We are chatting like old friends. Jefferson and I smoke cigars.

We go inside, and I show her photos of my kids. She mentions that her shoulders have been aching from all the computer work she’s been doing.

“Well, I can help with that,” I say. I move beside her on the sofa and start massaging the tender spots with my thumb first, then with my elbow.

“Ach, God, that’s so tight!”

“I think it would be easier if you were lying down, Viviane;
Jefferson, I think Viviane and I are going to the bedroom to work on these kinks.”

“Oh, excellent idea.”

Viviane lies facedown on the bed and I start digging into the offending shoulder blade. Jefferson comes in and kneels at the end of the bed, where he starts massaging Viviane’s feet. He moves up her legs. We catch each others’ eye and kiss above her body.

Viviane rolls onto her side, sliding out from underneath us and Jefferson takes off her dress, saying he doesn’t want it to wrinkle.

“What? What are you doing?”

“We’re just getting you naked, Viviane. It’s just us.”

“But, this wasn't the plan... um, this is not what I expected…”

I pull off my dress and toss it into the chair.

“Viviane, please stop talking. Jefferson, will you do something about her?”

Jefferson turns Viviane onto her back and starts kissing her and massaging her breasts.

I touch a nipple, and then take it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and gently nibbling it. She gasps.

I move down to her pussy, pull back her hood and start sucking her clit, then pressing into it with my tongue.

I slip a couple fingers into her. Her pussy is tight, and she pets my hair as I eat it.

Viviane is writhing; with both hands she pulls my head up to her mouth. As we kiss, Jefferson positions himself behind me, wraps his cock and starts to fuck me.

I am on my hands and knees at the side edge of the bed, and Jefferson is standing behind me, holding my hips and fucking me hard. I reach down and rub my clit. It doesn’t take long. I cum, wailing through my orgasm. Viviane is watching me, kissing me, stroking my hair.

“Goddamn, Maddie. Jefferson, what are you doing to her?”

“Oh, I’m just fucking her. Nice, huh?”

“Jesus, you two are amazing.”

I am shaking, my head resting on Viviane’s shoulder. I roll off, and Jefferson moves up to her face. They kiss, lips locked. I lie back on the pillows and take a drink. Once I’ve regained my leg strength, I walk out to the kitchen to refill my water glass. I go to the bathroom, wash my hands and splash water onto my sweat-drenched body.

When I return to the bedroom, Jefferson has Viviane’s legs straight up in the air, toes pointed as he fucks her. They are both so quiet. I sit back on the pillows and watch, touching myself. Viviane starts to gasp, then moan. I can’t help myself; I cum, too.

Viviane and I have discussed ganging up on Jefferson in our online conversations. I know that Jefferson is not the most willing submissive, and doesn’t much get off on it, but I think it would be very hot. Especially if we didn’t punish him; just worked him over together while his wrists were bound.

We divided up the task.

“Lie on your back, please, Jefferson,” she says.

“Me?? Why?!”

“Madeline and I are going to tie you up, silly. That’s why.”

“But, uh, you see, I…..”

“Hush, baby,”
I say. “We’re only going to bind your wrists together. And we’re not going to spank you or anything. It’ll be fine; I promise.”

Jefferson lies back, amused. He puts on his Triumph the Insult Comic Dog voice.

“Do not think you are going to fuck me in the ass with dat beeg purple dick.”

“You don’t think you can handle the size of my strap-on?! Don’t worry, darlin. I’m not going to put it in you. This time.”

“Jefferson, darling, you are talking too much,” Viviane takes a bandana and fits it between Jefferson’s teeth, tying it behind his neck.

Viviane ties his wrists, and kisses his sensitive nipples while I get started sucking his cock. The sounds of my cocksucking and Jefferson’s gasps as his nipples are sucked fill the room.

Viviane sits back and watches me.

“God, that’s hot.”

“Here, Viviane, you suck his cock.”

“No, you keep doing it. I want to watch.”

“Sorry, baby, I’m gonna be prepping his ass. Suck that cock.”

Jefferson has removed his gag with his hands, and is speaking again.

“Sit on his face, while you’re at it.”

She takes him in her mouth, holding his shaft with her hand as she moves to sit on his face. I push his knees up and start licking and sucking his balls, moving slowly toward his ass.

Jefferson has a face full of Viviane, whose moans join his as they suck each other off.

I am so turned on by this, and silently regretting that I hadn’t thought to put something in at least one of my holes before we started. I am squeezing my thighs together. I could cum like this right now.

But right now it isn’t about me.

I slowly lick Jefferson’s ass and lube my finger. He gasps and his body twitches with the sensation. I massage his asshole and feel it start to relax after a couple minutes. I could get a finger up there now.

“Baby, I’m putting my finger in your ass now. “

“Unh…okay, okay.”

“Ssshhhhh..just breathe.”

And like that, I was in.

With one finger up Jefferson’s ass and another on his perineum, I sat back on my heels and watched as he freed himself from the ropes on his wrists.

“Okay, I can’t take any more; I need my ass back.”

I pulled my finger out in slow motion, and then went to the bathroom to wash.

I walked back in, and Viviane was bemoaning the fact that Jefferson wouldn’t let her put the double bullet vibe in his ass. She had it all wrapped in a condom, lubed and everything.

“Fuck, give it to me,” I said, “I’ll put it in MY ass!”

I grabbed the egg and pushed it in. Viviane laughed.

Viviane and Jefferson double-teamed me.

Viv says that Jefferson and I both had an egg vibrator in our asses. How should I know if we did or not? I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed while they took turns spanking my ass. Maybe Jefferson knows. In any case, my ass was buzzing like crazy and I was sticking it up into the air, chest to the bed, moaning with the perfectly timed slaps.

And really, at that point, it kind of did become about me.

With the bullet vibrating in my ass, Jefferson starts eating my pussy. I am blissed-out and losing track of time and place.

The next thing I know someone pulls the vibrator out and Jefferson is sitting behind Viviane between my legs. Jefferson is talking to her as I feel something sliding up inside my cunt. It’s bigger than a finger, smaller than a fist, but it is definitely pushing me to the edge. My G spot is being stroked. My legs are shaking. Someone has their finger in my ass.

“Unnnnnhhhh…how many fingers are inside me?”

“Eight. No, wait, ten,”
Jefferson says, “we each have four in your cunt and two of mine are in your ass.”


I ride it through, my breathing getting shallow and more rapid as Viviane rubs my G spot and presses down on my lower abdomen. Jefferson had guided her fingers in with his, and was now pressing his down toward the ones in my ass. I can hear Viviane, speaking softly, giggling something about “four handed piano playing.”

I am shaking, my throat forcing the air from my lungs to whistle over my vocal cords, squealing. I hear Viviane: “Give it, Maddie…give it…” I cum, my orgasm low and growling into the pillow.

They take their fingers out. I am gulping, trying to regain breath control, and then laughing uncontrollably. Viviane goes to wash her hands. Jefferson kisses me.

Viviane returns and Jefferson gets busy. His cock has been neglected for too long. I watch the scene, and as Jefferson starts pounding Viviane’s pussy. I say,

“Damn, baby, you’re giving her a lot!”

“Girl sure can take a hard fuck.”

“Nicely done!”

I kiss them both.

Shortly after, they are both pulling on clothes and Viviane is leaving. I am spent, and stay in the bed, kissing her goodbye and lying back on the pillows. Jefferson walks her to the door.

By the time he returns I am sound asleep.


Blogger Viviane said...

Lotta resistance I put up, right?!

Note to self: must practice knots.


Blogger Madeline Glass said...

Viviane, honey.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You were much better with the knots on Saturday night.

Blogger Freya said...

I think I have a kink in my neck, Madeline...

Lovely writing, as usual.

Blogger Frenchy said...

Do you keep notes during the action? all my threesomes end up as blurs of orgasms... since you love you some iron cock, I thougth you might enjoy this. l'imitation est la forme d'admiration la plus sincere. ;)gros bisous

Blogger Stanley said...

Oh, you guys are hot! Keep writing.

Anonymous NCTRNL said...

I want to put my fingers in you...

Blogger Jefferson said...

You write out life darn near as well as we live it.

Darn near.

Blogger Viviane said...

On this post, she had a little help. You should see the IM transcripts!

Blogger Madeline Glass said...

Viviane is right. The transcripts are funny as hell. Like, "Okay, was I rimming Jefferson before or after his Triumph the Insult Comic Dog voice? When you sat on his face were his hands already free? Was the scarf yellow or green?

But the coolest thing is that we were all in the same room at the same time and we each choose to emphasize different aspects of the experience.

Which, any way you slice it, still comes up pretty hot.


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