The Exorcism of Madison Cole

Victoria disappeared into the cabin, into the darkness of the kitchen where Madison couldn’t even see her through the glass doors. The brunette rose up out of the water, beads dripping from her young, naked body and crawled out of the hot tub, looking for where her wet clothes had been thrown. Lying out in the evening air hadn’t done them much favors, and she frowned when she found them still soaked through. Trent looked over, his cock still rigid and hard between his legs, and watched her as she sat back on her calves, holding up her wet shorts as if mere disapproval would make them dry.

“What are you doing?” he asked, dumbly.

“What Vicky told us to,” she shot him a glance over her shoulder, looking at his large black cock, still uncovered. “You should get dressed too, you know.”

“Aw, come on. I can’t get dressed like this,” Trent whined, motioning towards his dick, thick and rigid as it was, as if it had skipped Madison’s attention. “We’ve got a little time, don’t you think? You could just…you know…finish me off, no?”

Madison chuckled, and rubbed her head. “You sure know how to push your luck. A couple of minutes ago you were getting sucked off by two women and you’re still not happy.”

“I’d have been a lot happier if they’d finished the job,” Trent said with a shrug. “Look I’m grateful. This night went far better than I expected when Kurt asked me to stay and watch out for Shawn, but I’d rather nothing had happened than leave with blue balls, you know. That’s not good for a guy.”

“My heart bleeds for you.” Madison put her hands on her hips and sucked on her cheek. As much as his attitude bemused her, she could see his point. It did seem awfully cruel to get him this far and deny him his release. Or maybe she just thought that way because her own body hadn’t quite calmed down yet. “Tsk, fine. I make you cum and you get dressed, okay?”

“Yes! Yes, Madison, thank you,” Trent cried out, lunging forward and hugging her lower body. Madison giggled as she felt his nose nuzzle against her thigh, close to her mound. “You’re the best.”

The only problem now was how to get him to his climax. A handjob would be simplest and most discreet method, but it would probably also take the longest and Trent wasn’t likely to be content with going back from having two mouths on his cock to one hand. Alternatively, she could use her tits, since he seemed to enjoy that, or her mouth as she had been doing. The fastest option was certainly just to let him fuck her. That would certainly be Trent’s preference, but Madison was unsure she was ready to fuck another guy after her falling out with Brandon.

“I’m sorry but sex is just out of the question,” she insisted, looking down at his face, nestled against the crux of her hip, leading down between her legs. “If that is Brandon, I can’t risk him seeing me fucking you right now.”

“Is it really gonna make much difference whether he sees you bouncing your head on my cock or your ass?” Trent asked sincerely, sliding his hands up the back of her legs to her ass. “Besides, it sounds like he was more upset about you messing around with this Shawn guy, who is bad news, than just messing around.”

“You…you’re not wrong…” Madison admitted, turning her head away to hide her embarrassment. “I just don’t feel like I can do it right now.”

“Well, shit, that’s all you had to say. I’m not here to take advantage of anyone. But, if someone wanted to use me to work out a few personal demons then, I won’t say no,” He released her, a sign of good faith, and stood, standing face to face with his feet still in the hot tub. His cock jutted out from his body, nearly prodding Madison’s leg. “Whatever you wanna do with me is fine. This cock is all yours right now.”

Madison smirked at the offering, and said, “you talk too much” as she reached out her hand and grabbed his cock. She led him out of the hot tub, over to where a couple of wooden lounge chairs sat. “Come here,” she told him. “I don’t want to have to get wet again.”

Trent followed diligently, knowing better than at this point to rock the boat. She pulled him gently, just enough so he could feel her grasp tight around his shaft but without enough **** to be painful. Spinning around, she pushed him backwards, her hand releasing her member so that he was free to fall back on the chair, laid back with his legs spread, cock erect like a tower between his thighs. She crawled on to the chair, and threw her leg over his body, straddling him, her pussy poised above his thick, black meat.

“I’m going to ride you,” she told him matter of factly. “So, you better cum quickly. I’m gonna hold you personally responsible if you take too long and Brandon catches us.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said eagerly, reaching up and placing his large black hands upon her slim waist, steadying her as she guided herself down towards his meat. “Besides, the way you and Victoria were working me over I could bust at any second.”

“Great, just…” a sharp exhale escaped past her lips as she felt this thick head make contact with her labia, already stretching to allow him entrance. “…just don’t cum inside me, okay?”

“Sure, I can do that,” he readily agreed, as if not shooting his load inside her was the least he could do.

Madison even chuckled at his agreeable attitude as she returned her focus to impaling herself on his thick black cock. His dick was definitely fatter than Brandon’s and almost a solid, girth the whole way down, his mushroomed deep purple tip only slightly thicker than the rest of him. She couldn’t see it going in, but she could tell by Trent’s face than the sight of his dark, fat cock disappearing into petite, white body was something to behold. His hands gripped her waist tighter, though still allowing her to control the speed, as he felt more and more of his shaft being sucked into her hot, wet hole, the excess leaking out and leaving shimmering trails along his length.

Despite the girth of his cock, with how aroused Madison was, it didn’t take long before his entire cock was inside her. She immediately began to ride him, rising up without allowing her body to accommodate to how full she felt. Fuller than with Brandon. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she allowed his cock to slide out, then dropped back down, with a hard slap as her ass collided with his thighs. Beneath her Trent groaned, not expecting her start riding him so hard and fast so soon.

“This…this is what you wanted…” she gasped, holding on to his forearms, his hands still grasping at her thin, toned waist. “What you’ve wanted…all day.”

“Fuck, yeah, take that black cock,” Trent urged her on, not that she needed it, as she bounced her whole body up and down his member. “Fucking Madison Cole…I never thought I’d get this chance…pity Vicky couldn’t join us.”

“I’m not enough?” Madison pouted, though she wasn’t really angry, as she dropped down on his cock again, the clap of their flesh so loud she vaguely wondered in anyone inside could hear it, though she didn’t slow down.

“Of course, you are, you’re so hot,” Trent said, his voice becoming strained as Madison’s pussy walls massaged his cock. “You’re fuckin’ Madison Cole!”

“No,” she said, giggling, enjoying how much he was enjoying her show of riding his cock. “YOU’RE fucking Madison Cole.”

“Fuck, yeah I am,” he cheered in the most bro-ish way possible that she almost expected him to try and high-five her. “After I picked Ashley I thought the opportunity was gone, but I should have known you couldn’t resist.”

“Me?” Madison half-choked, half moaned, as his cock was pushed inside her right to the hilt once again. “Weren’t you the one just begging me to, mmmm, finish you off?”

“And look at you now,” He grinned as he let her lift herself up again, then used his strong hands on her waist to help slam her pussy down on his cock again. “You could have walked away, but here you are on my cock. You can’t deny that you want this.”

Smiling, Madison leaned forward and kissed his lips, their tongues entwining, swapping saliva as her ass continued to bob up and down on his shaft. After only a few seconds, Madison’s lips parted from his, both panting, as she brought a hand up and caressed his face, all the while continuing to fuck him, never once letting up or missing a beat.

“You are…a distraction,” Madison told him in no uncertain terms. “To take my mind off my problems. How was it you put it? An exorcism. So, go on, fuck these bad spirits out of my head…if you can.”

She laughed and rose up, sitting on his cock once again and bouncing her entire body as she fucked him, her tits jumping with every movement. But now Trent fucked her back, thrusting up into her with equal fervor and ****, having taken the challenge to heart. He’d make her forget all her problems so that all she could think about was his cock. He’d fuck her and make her scream his name. She’ll see, he thought to himself with a smirk, that I’m more than just a distraction.

But Madison’s mind was already on Trent’s cock, just not the way he wanted. It was true that he was thicker than Brandon, and when his whole cock was inside her, she’d never felt so full. He fucked her rougher than Brandon ever had, and his stamina, even though he’d just had two girls slobbering over his dick, he had still lasted an inhuman amount of time inside of her. Trent was certainly one of the manliest of men, and he was doing everything right, and yet, still, for Madison, something was missing.

It was like a mental block on her mind. Even when she tried to focus on the thick, black cock pummeling her from below, she couldn’t help but compare it to Brandon’s, to think of a time by the campfire, under the night sky when she rode her brother’s cock until they came at the same time. Even though Trent outmatched Brandon in almost every way possible, aroused as she was to be riding this thick, black cock…in her mind, her brother still won out every single time. Victoria’s experiment had failed, she still felt nothing.

So, try as he might, unfortunately for Trent, the game was rigged from the start. And the black teen was reaching his limit. Despite his outlandish stamina, he was, after all, only a man, and his cock could only take so much after the double blow job and now being ridden hard. And yet he could feel that Madison wasn’t close. But even if when he tried to slow his own pace, Madison kept going, fucking herself on his cock as hard and fast as ever. He gritted his teeth as he felt his balls tighten.

“Fuck,” he groaned, barely remembering his promise in time. “I’m coming.”

Madison hopped off his cock and sat on her knees on the lounger, between his spread legs. Both hands grasped his cock, feeling it drenched in a mixture of pre-cum, Madison’s juices and leftover slobber from herself and Victoria. She felt him tense in her hands and then, the next moment, his slit opened and spewed ropes of cum high into the air. Some landed on Madison, painting her breasts in streaks of white. Some splashed Trent, splattering against his stomach and thighs. Others fell on the decking and the cushion beneath them, creating a mess around them.

“There you go,” Madison smiled, taking her hands, sticky with his seed, from his shaft. “All finished.”

“Uh…huh…” Trent muttered wearily, cumming so hard he felt utterly exhausted.

Giggling at how wiped out he’d suddenly become, Madison looked around for something to wipe her hands on. There were some towels on another lounger near to the door. Stalking close, keeping an eye out for anyone coming into the kitchen, she grabbed a couple of towels, and dashed back to where Trent lay, cleaning up her hands and tits and then the decking, before attempting to scrub the cum out of the cushion.

“Fuck I hope that doesn’t stain…” she muttered, as she passed the towel to Trent to clean himself off.

“Maybe we should move inside for round two,” Trent suggested, his youthful body already getting its second wind. “I never did make you cum.”

“No, thanks,” Madison laughed good-heartedly at Trent’s persistence, as she grabbed the other towel and wrapped it around her body, leaving her wet clothes on the decking to dry. “I already got my answer.”

“You mean about the experiment Vicky was talking about?” Trent asked, sitting up. “Something about reconnecting with Brandon?”

“Yeah, just…ever since we had that fight earlier…well, it’s just a weird, twin thing, but whatever it is, I clearly fucked it up, and now I don’t know what to do.” She sighed, whatever arousal she had been feeling quickly evaporating from her body. “I tried doing nothing, I tried doing something, and I just keep running into the same wall.”

“Sounds like my brother, Bobby. He played hoops in college. Had a scholarship and everything, and honestly, he was really good. He was set to probably go pro, but during one of his college games he got injured, like really bad. Not amputation bad, but bad enough that his professional career was completely written off,” Trent told her, as he began to dress himself. “When he wasn’t able to do the thing he loved, he sort of just shut down.”

“Trent…why are you telling me this?” Madison asked, though she could see how their situations might be similar.

“I’m getting to that. Well, I mean Bobby didn’t really talk about it for a long time. It was only recently I found out how depressed he actually became. Like he would just lay in bed some mornings wondering what was even the point of getting up because his dream had been taken away from him. He literally lost the will to live. He hated even watching basketball because it just reminded him of what he couldn’t do,” Trent continued, pulling his shirt on over his head. “Well, until my eighteenth birthday. I had gotten some tickets and they were real good seats, and wanted to spend it with him. I guess he could see how much it meant to me because he did agree to come.”

“Let me guess, he regained his love of the sport?” Madison frowned. “Are you just trying to tell me to be patient?”

“No, but if you were, I’d be able to finish the story and you’d know the point,” Trent retorted as he folded his arms. “Anyway, our team was playing terribly. Bobby was constantly complaining about what players should be doing and how they should have trained to beat the other team. It annoyed the hell out of me, but there was a guy in the row in front, called Mike. He’s a business man, but he also sets up players with opportunities around the world. Now, obviously he hears people at games complaining all the time, but he could tell that my brother had an actual knowledge for the sport and a good eye. He introduced himself after the game and they got to talking, and now Bobby is getting back into Basketball, scouting, and hopefully one day coaching.”

“I don’t get it,” Madison said, shaking her head. “Are you telling me to complain more? Or wait for someone to come and set me up for life like a Dickens novel?”

“I don’t know what that is, but no,” Trent explained. “What I’m trying to say is that maybe your relationship with Brandon has changed but that doesn’t mean it’s over. If you love something, you’ll find a way, no matter what.”

“That’s actually sort of deep,” Madison laughed, the idea that perhaps her relationship with her brother hadn’t been irrevocably damaged indeed making her feel a little lighter.

“Hey, I’m more than just a big, black cock,” he said, laughing along with her.

“But I’m sure I know which part you’d prefer girls focus on.” She nodded towards the glass doors into the kitchen. “Come on. I think we’ve let Victoria distract whoever it is long enough.”