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Alex and Mad Cat Celebrate, Part 4

Continuing the Mad Cat saga with Our Alex (as imaginary as Alex is beautiful). Part 4 of many, lots, blahblahblah. NC-17

I think there was a spring in everyone’s step as we started back to my house. That could’ve been because the way was mostly downhill, but more likely it was because we’d all had damn good sex in the last 18 hours or so. And there was every promise for more.

We were walking hand in hand like we were off to see the wizard down the yellow brick road and laughing as we tried to explain the many nuances of feelings that phrase evokes. That part, Alex the actor grasped very well even without ever going over the rainbow with Dorothy Gale.

As we passed Highland Wine Merchants, Alex tugged us to stop and asked us to wait while he went inside. Maddie said that he must require some aperitif that we hadn’t offered him, like Aquavit, purported to be the national liquor of Sweden. I’d never had it, thought about it, or even knew it existed. I hoped Alex would understand iotas of ignorance among the sexy snips.

Alex exited the store with a bag that could’ve held two bottles. I began to apologize if we had overlooked anything to help him feel more at home, asserting my southern hospitality. Alex interrupted my sweet spiel, “Katy Cat, hush. Take my arms, babes, I want to stop at the bar for a minute. Does Joey work Saturdays?” I nodded quizzically. Alex stopped again and kissed me soundly, and then Maddie the same, “No worries, my pretty girls, come on.”

Shortly thereafter, we trooped unceremoniously into our place. Joey looked up, smiled, “Mad Cat!” He stopped wiping, “Hell, you’re a trio now – so what? Mad Cat Scar? Mad Al-e Cat? That last one might be best. I’m sure he slept in the middle.” He guffawed, “Sometimes I kill myself. I’d still fuck all of you, by the way. Anytime.”

We laughed with him. It was pretty funny. We bellied on up to the bar. It was early and hardly anyone else was in. Alex pushed his bag toward Joey, “Listen, man, I know it’s not allowed to bring alcohol in – but I was hoping you could make an exception this once. You gave me a gift and I want you to toast with us, if you can. Maddie wanted to toast us as the – what did you say, sweet? – most intelligent, prettiest, best fuckin’ fucks we’ve ever met? Yeah, I thought we’d put this motherfucker in the mix as well.” He nodded to Joey, who was looking in the bag.

Maddie continued the thought, “Joey is like our incestuous son. He has a nice dick.” Joey blushed but didn’t deny it. He brought out a bottle of chilled Dom Pérignon and put its twin on ice, “Holy shit, let’s drink to anything, even my nice dick. I’ve never tasted this.” Joey handed the bottle to Alex to open while he fetched champagne flutes for us.

“We’ve never had this either, Alex,” Maddie whispered. Even though Miz Man had decreed that Maddie and I would split a partner’s salary 60/40, we would never afford such. We tended to drink champagne like water when we were in the mood to sparkle.

Alex pulled us to him, “Then you’ll remember this, and you’ll remember me. And next time we’ll drink to my nice dick.”

Suffice it to say that none of this will be forgotten by any of us. There were toasts to obscure Swedish movies, all of our tits separately and together, Joey’s dick with the hope for an active future for it, Alex’s nonexistent third nipple, Maddie’s and my friendship because we luuuuuv each other, Alex’s great good luck to find two women who like to fuck as much as he does, and more I dasn’t say.

We four drank the two bottles like we were born to it and kissed each other far more than we should’ve in the bar. The owners knew that Joey brought in the customers, and I think we put on a harmless and loving vignette for their entertainment. When we emerged from our expensive little buzz, we realized we were starving. Joey called his friend at Babette’s Feast and got us a reservation on the sly (and because it was early for dining in Atlanta). We three hurried home to change for the restaurant.

We almost ran, laughing, teasing, pulling each other along. We ran in the door and Alex bounded first up the stairs and we heard the shower in seconds. Maddie and I decided we could wear short summer dresses and went upstairs to choose them and to get a glimpse of the perfect man naked. You just don’t get tired of that.

Maddie flipped on some music to help us rush. I knew what she would play. Sure enough, at the first basso “jitterbug” we giggled. Alex came out of the bathroom wearing a towel low on his hips, “I haven’t heard this fucker in years. Is that all you got?” In unrehearsed unison we said, “Ex-squeeze me? Earth to Alex.” Alex gave us a great belly laugh and we collapsed on the bed giggling. Alex said, “Are we walking? I’d hate to have to put gas in the car.” Another round of whoops of laughter until Maddie kissed Alex’s belly button and said, “Fuck, we’d better get a move on Kitcat.”

In five minutes we’d run through the shower and had donned our summer dresses. Maddie and I were about the same size and often dressed from each other’s closets. Alex had his pants on, unfastened [the things you notice when you continually devour every inch of someone, literally] and already looked like a million combing his wet hair. He turned to us, “I need a clean shirt. Since I didn’t presumptuously bring an overnight bag, we’ll have to take the time to stop by the studio, unless one of you has a blouse I could wear?” He was teasing, but an idea came to me.

“Come with me,” I said, taking Alex by the hand. “I couldn’t bear to part with all my husband’s things. They’re in the guest room closet. Maybe you can find something. I know they are out of style, and you are a fashion plate and all…”

By this time we were in the guest room and out of Maddie’s sight. Alex backed me up against the wall and in seconds had his hand up my dress, moved my panties aside, inserted two of his burly fingers in my twat and had his thumb on my clit. I nearly screamed in delighted surprise. He covered my mouth with his other hand, still pressing his body against mine. Alex hissed, “You wanna come for me, pretty girl?” I nodded and softly whined against his hand over my mouth. “Tonight I’m gonna make you come until you scream my name.” He began to kiss my neck. “I want you to come all over me. But not now.” In a split second he had withdrawn all physical contact. I was a wreck. I was practically shaking with desire. My panties were soaked. I went to change them as Alex said loud enough for Maddie to hear, “I’m lookin’. He had good taste – obviously, in you. I’ll find something.”

Maddie looked at me, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing really, just seeing the clothes hanging there made me a little sad I guess.” For some reason I didn’t want to tell her what Alex had done, had promised for later.

“You’ve got a little love bite on your neck, sweetie. When did that happen? Is Alex not finished with Eric Northman yet?” Maddie kidded me and we laughed. Hell, I wouldn’t cover it.

Maddie had finished her makeup and she too looked like a million. I had some work to do. Maddie said, “I’ll go see if Alex found anything.”

I found out later that as soon as Maddie appeared, Alex took her by the arm and kissed her hard. “I’m gonna give Katiecat a treat tonight. OK with you? Can you keep it a secret through dinner for me?” Maddie nodded as Alex gave her two fingers and a well-placed thumb and fucked her to orgasm. I heard her come sweetly for Alex. It made me smile in spite of my own frustration. Alex then put his finger to her lips, “Don’t tell – for me.” Maddie sucked his finger into her mouth and tongued it nicely. Alex moaned, likely for my benefit, “Oh, stop it. You’re giving me a hardon.”

I was giggling as they came into the bedroom very shortly thereafter. Alex had on a black background paisley shirt that I particularly liked and a thin black necktie. Damn he looked hot. I have another full bathroom and a water closet in the house, yet we all three crowded around the mirror in mine for final touch-ups. Alex tied his tie; Maddie gave her hair a final once over; I fixed my lipstick and surreptitiously glanced at my Alex mark on my neck. Yup, it was there. I wore it proudly.

So glad he didn't have to put gas in the car. Gimme a little feedback, babies, and don't light a cigarette. There will be many future opportunities for a post-coital smoke :>)

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Alex and Mad Cat in Saturday Night Fever - Mad Cat Part 5

Thanks for the feedback, so here's some sexy stuff and s Skarsbrow - NC-17

Babette’s Feast was a small restaurant that their promotion says offers Modern French, Italian and Spanish Cuisines with the ambience of the European countryside. What it doesn’t say is that there are two seatings for dinner only and your meal is whatever Babette was in the mood to cook for you. Fortunately, it’s all good. Maddie and I go sometimes when we need to feel special. We treat each other. Babette keeps a grand wine list for such a small establishment, and she likes to have a bottle of an evening when she can sit in the dining room and watch her guests enjoy the feast she has prepared. The food was European as was Babette and I hoped Alex would feel a little comfort of “closer to home”. I knew Babette would have to talk to him since she knew Mad Cat by sight and he stood head and shoulders above the rest.

Maddie and I explained all about Babette while we walked. As the house came into view, Alex’s face brightened, “Very French. Pretty.” Babette was on the door tonight. “Bonsoir, Maddie and Cat. And who is this tall, handsome gentleman?” While we said “hey” to Babette, Alex introduced himself in French and continued pleasantries with Babette as she showed us to our table. I could see on their faces they enjoyed it.

The place was crowded, and we sat in close proximity, nearly touching elbows, with Alex between us. As we got situated, Alex spoke softly to us, “French cuisine tonight. Babette said she made her home cooking for us. If you don’t mind, I’ll order for us all. You know, there aren’t too many choices to make anyway – but the wine, let me order the wine.” Maddie and I spoke as one, “Of course.” We were purring for Alex.

Alex took our hands – they were practically under his anyway – and said, “I told Babette that I should decide which of you most perfect ladies I should marry, and she said I should take you both, you were inseparable. I agree.” He smiled and kissed each of our hands he held.

The wine came. Alex pronounced it fine. It was fine: warm, cozy, safe and loved in a bottle. I lie, it wasn’t the wine, although it complemented the Alex who was the real purveyor of such forgotten feelings.

Unnoticed by Maddie, Alex put his hand innocently on my knee at some point during the excellent meal and all I could think about were his fingers inside me, making me come for him. Why didn’t he move up my thigh? No one would see. He kept his hand on my knee. He winked at me as if reading my thoughts and said, “What is it, my little Pussycat? You’re not eating.”

“Fuck you,” I mouthed as I picked up my fork.

At the end of the meal, Alex was debating crepes or after dinner liqueur mostly to himself since by then we would have done anything he wanted; Maddie got up to go to the bathroom. As ladies do, I started to rise to go with her, but she said no, stay, no room in there for us both and our dresses. As soon as she was out of sight, Alex took his fingertips, turned my head toward him and kissed me like he was fucking me. That’s what it felt like. He whispered, “Soon, baby, I’ll fuck you to the moon. I want your come. I want you with my cock inside you.”

Then he told the waiter we were done, and that it was a most enjoyable meal. He paid the check. We were ready to go as Maddie came back to the table. The walk home was filled with jibber jabber that I hardly heard. I was still dazed from what Alex had said to me.

At home Alex loosened his tie and perused the liquor cabinet, Maddie began to straighten up a bit and I went to the downstairs bathroom as my head cleared a little. I threw some water on my face. He’d better fuck me, goddamn it. As I opened the door, Maddie started to speak to Alex, but he shook his head to shush her. That was odd, but hell, I was odd.

Alex had found the Godiva Dark Chocolate liqueur. He took the bottle and three juice glasses in his big hand, winked at me and declared, “Let’s go upstairs and have a little,” as he lifted the Godiva indicating it to be the “little”. Like we would be havin’ just that – I don’t think so.

Maddie and I followed him upstairs for the view of his ass in those jeans climbing the steps. He knew it. He said over his shoulder, “See something you like?” Always the subtle, demure ladies, we delicately swooned, “Fuck me. No, fuck me. Fuck us now.”

Alex giggled and replied, “Quit it. You’re giving me a hardon.”

In the bedroom, I turned to Alex, took his tie off and began to unbutton his shirt. “Now?” I whispered. “Yes. Fucking now!” Alex grabbed me and twirled me around. He growled, “Get that dress off. You’d better be naked and ready by the time I am. I’m going to fuck you until you bygod know you’ve been fucked.”

In my haste I was fumbling with the buttons, and I started to cry a little. Maddie had disrobed and was watching from the overstuffed chair. At my first sniffle, Maddie started toward me, but Alex turned and hugged me close, “No, baby, it’s OK. Here, let me.” With every button Alex unfastened, he kissed my face. Maddie must have approved because she went back to the chair to wait for me to be overstuffed, I guess. As the dress fell to the floor, Alex kissed me deeply. “Let’s go to bed, baby. Let me please you. Let me love you.” Alex was whispering to me, then he said to Maddie, “Come on, Sexy Girl. There’s always some for you.”

Alex took his pants off quickly. He was hard, so hard that Maddie sucked in her cheeks in anticipation. Alex’s attention was all on me. I didn’t know what he was playing at. As he climbed into bed, he looked into my eyes, “I’m all yours, babe. This is all yours, my beautiful girl.” I know I had questions in my eyes, but sure, OK, I’ll have it.

Alex kissed me and kissed me as he ran his hand over my breasts, teasing my nipples. “Oh, babe, I so want you,” he breathed. He kissed my neck and worked on his brand; I could feel it and something about it made my breath quicken; I could’ve come right then. He said, “Not yet, baby girl. I want to feel it.” Then he kissed my breasts and lower. I had my fingers in his hair, moaning his name. He took my clit between his lips and tongued it. I started to beg for his cock. I know it’s unseemly, but after the buildup and the foreplay, I dearly wanted him to fuck the fuck out of me.

“Baby, I’ve got what you want.” His breath was uneven. I’m not sure he was totally in control now. I know I wasn’t. “Aleeexxxxx, fuck me, fuck me,” I pleaded for it. I knew his dick would be drooling precum that Maddie would love to taste. Alex moved up and the head of his cock touched my nether lips, “oh fuck,” I moaned softly. As Alex thrust it all the way in then, his breath seemed to catch and he made a sweet sound of desire being fulfilled. He looked fully at me, “Yeah, you feel so good. Oh my baby, fuck me, fuck me. It’s all yours. Fuck, you feel good.” He felt damn good too. Then I understood. However he had figured it, he was barebacking me. I fucking loved him for it. And I was going to come soon, really soon.

“That’s it, baby, come on. Come all over my cock. Fuck I want to feel it.” Yeah, I came for him hard. He moaned. I don’t know what Alex was feeling. The fuck was slow and effective and felt like it could go on forever. I was already tensing to come again. “Oh yeah, have all you want. Fuck me. Come on. Let me have some more.” His sexy, soft, lilting patter was such a turn on. His accent was more pronounced as he got lost in the rhythm of our bodies. I came twice more in quick succession. His eyes were screwed shut; his teeth were clenched. He couldn’t last much longer with all the orgasmic pressure on his dick. Would he pull out at the last minute? I couldn’t blame him if he did. No, his next mantra was, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, oh baby, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come. It’s all yours, baby, here.”

Oh fuck me, I felt him come. His whole body tensed. His spasms went from the bulk of him through to his cock inside me, pulsing with his pleasure. I felt it all. And he said it – it was mine, it was for me. That did just what it used to do – it made me come with slow waves of bliss that drew Alex’s dick even deeper into me. I hadn’t come like that since before my husband had gotten sick. I felt like I’d been released; I felt free for the first time in a long time. That last defining orgasm must have felt differently to Alex too. He was still and silent and maybe a little in awe. He hadn’t been sleepy in the glider, he had been thinking, weighing the pros and cons, deciding if it was worth it. Perhaps my reactions and appreciation had made it so.

I was so grateful, I started to cry. Then Maddie started to cry. Yes, I know, we still missed our spouses and the love making you grow into with someone you finally know inside and out. Yet this Alex did a sweet imitation of sincere affection.

Alex pulled out, still breathing raggedly, “Damn, baby, that was so good. So long since I’ve done that. It felt so good, baby. Thank you. Maybe one day you’ll tell me about it.” Maddie and I said nothing. We turned and put our arms around him and sobbed. Alex held us with a look of terror on his face. His terror subsided with our crying and as he figured out the why of it. He’s not a stupid man. It was good. We all needed it. It wasn’t long before we were all smiles again. Maddie, still cuddled up under Alex’s arm, looked at his lesser cock and asked sheepishly, “Is there any left in there?” I broke into song, “I’m every woman. It’s all in me!” We must have laughed for ten minutes before we decided we needed the Godiva. Yeah, Alex is a wise man, as well.

With all those emotions out, we got our bearings quickly. That may be one perk of fucking a good actor. Alex understood the emotions jumping out there. We didn’t have to try to explain, and nothing remained weird between us after the tears had dried. Alex might use those surprisingly uncontrolled emotions sometime and he’ll win an academy award.

We slept that night like puppies in a pile. Next morning, I saw that I had a good sized and obvious Alex brand on my neck. Maddie would get her trophy too. First, though, we used the bathroom downstairs and let our Weekend Lover sleep. We carefully left him snoozing soundly diagonally corner to corner on his stomach, snoring softly. Maddie and I had slept comfortably on him and in the empty corners. We’d all slept well and hard. Maddie and I were so absolutely content we were hugging ourselves. I poured juice and one for the lovable giant upstairs. We were just thinking of coffee when we heard Alex calling like a sad whippoorwill, “Mad Cat, where are you? Come kiss me, hurry!” We laughed, hopped up, took his orange juice and flew to his arms.

He was right side up in bed under the covers, pillow under his head. He took the proffered juice, gulped it, thanked me with a wink, and pulled back the covers for us with, “Look Maddie, something for you.” Maddie jumped on his hard dick, and I went around to the other side and kissed the sweet sonofabitch like I meant it. I loved it. He was groaning in my mouth from Maddie’s ministrations. I let him breathe and went to nip and suck his nipples. He had one hand in my hair and one in Maddie’s and a look on his face like he owned the world. I had to look twice to enjoy his utter serenity. In a little while, he gently moved us. I came right off his chest, but Our Maddie intended to see it to the end. Alex couldn’t even pull her off his dick until she started laughing. He tugged her up by her shoulders, “I want to fuck you. Here, I’ve only got the one shot. Cat, condom.” He said it like he was operating in a surgery suite and so I slapped one in his hand, opened and protruding a little from the package. “You’re so good in the OR, babycakes. Here, help me.” He held his foreskin and I slid the rubber on and down his shaft.

I moved my hair and said, “Thanks, sweet man, for the medal of valor on my neck, or your brand.” Alex looked at it and said, “Oh fuck, sorry. Let me fuck this pretty girl now.” I laughed, “Yeh, fuck her, and give her one of these too.” Maddie piped up after her groan of pleasure at Alex’s entry, “Yes, I want one too. [fuck, oh fuck, that’s so good] If she gets one, I should get one too, to be faaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiir.” Alex had found her sweet spot and he was havin’ it. After Maddie came well and hard panting, “I love your dick. I love your fuckin’ dick!”, Alex still thrusting into her, teased, “OK, where do you want me to sign you, baby?” Maddie pointed to her neck. He proceeded to give Maddie his mark. It must have aided his pleasure because he fucked her steadily faster, until he raised up on his hands and howled, “Oh fuck yes, I’m coming!” Then he groaned gratefully a few times and immediately pulled out and took the condom off.

“Sorry. I can’t stand the way cum feels on my dick in a condom,” he sighed. I said, “See? See? It’s not just me then.” Alex laughed, grabbed me and pulled me onto his chest and proceeded to mark my neck on the other side. I squealed. Maddie roused herself and began to tickle Alex, screeching, “You let her go, Eric Northman!” Alex let me go and grabbed for Maddie, catching her by the arm and making her scream. We collapsed on the bed laughing and kissing each other.

As we cuddled, Alex turned to me and asked, “What was that last night at the end of our fuck, before the cleansing?” I thought “cleansing” was a very descriptive word. I knew he was not asking about the tears. I rubbed my nose against the two-morning scruff on his cheek. “I think just the feel of your orgasm triggers that in me. I’ve done that as long as I can remember, but not for years now. That was a great favor you did me. Thank you.” Alex kissed me long and pulled me closer. “It felt like a hug on my cock that I’d missed, nostalgic in a way but different than anything I had felt before. You have surely been told how great that is. Once won’t be enough for me.” Then I kissed him and he rolled on top of me, kissing me in the most intimate way.

Maddie deadpanned, “Quit it now. You’re giving me a hardon. No falling in love on Sunday. I have decreed it.”

Alex rolled off me and half onto Maddie, “How ‘bout I fall in love with you? Cat loves you, why can’t I?” Alex kissed Maddie and fingered her twat in that foreplay sort of way.

Maddie closed her legs a little and teased, “Here now, if you keep that up we’re going to put you on the blue pills and make you priapic so we can fuck whenever we want – we’ll give you a permanent hardon.”

Alex rolled off Maddie onto his back, “Why? Won’t this do?” For whatever reason, Alex’s dick was stiff as a poker. He looked at me and I reached for him. Goddamn it. As he deliciously slid into me, he sighed contentment, “Sweet Katy Cat, can you really do that again?”

I breathed, “Oh yeah,” and began to move against him, feeling all of him fucking me. It was still perfect. We found our rhythm. Alex found he could make me come whenever he wanted to and tested his ability about four times before he couldn’t take anymore. Then he whispered, “Baby I’m gonna come. You’re making me shoot. Oh fuck me. So fuckin’ good.”

Such sweet moans he gave as he came inside me. And I orgasmed once more, pulling his cock deeper into me. “Oh my god. Holy fuck,” Alex whispered as he lay over me. Then he kissed me and licked the two tears from my cheeks. Alex was just looking into my eyes when Maddie came back into the room. We hadn’t been aware she had gone. Alex withdrew and moved off me. He was quiet as was I.

Maddie had brought coffee and she sat on the edge of the bed, “You’d better be careful, you two. It never works out between the trick and the john.

Alex motioned for Maddie to come hug him, “Sexy Maddie, c’mere. You’re right, it hardly ever works out for anybody, ever. But that’s another day’s business. We’re together now, and I think we like it. I never thought of you as tricks and certainly not whores. I’m sorry if you thought that. You and Cat are the nucleus of this anatomical universe and I’m the stupid electron dancing around you because you allow it.”

Maddie kissed Alex then kissed me. Alex held her close. I said, “I know Maddie’s right. But we said we would get it while it’s here – all of it. Is there any Godiva left in that bottle? Makes good coffee better, like Maddie and I make each other better.

We drank the end of the Godiva in our coffee and decided to brunch at Atkins Park to which we would drive this time. As we were thinking of getting dressed, Maddie went to call the bar & grill to see if a reservation would be necessary. While she was gone, Alex turned to me, “Katycat, something’s there; they’ll be more whatever it is; I won’t be able to stay away from that totally; we’ll see, OK?”

I had found him a lovely Tie-dye Robin t-shirt to wear today, and I went to him and put it in his hands, “Que sera, sera.” I tried to keep my voice steady; I might not have succeeded. Alex grabbed me and kissed the fuck out of me. That would do. It would have to do.

Maddie and I quickly kissed and made up – she wanted the best for me and we both knew there was no future in gazing into the eyes of a globe-trotting actor. We decided we would dress alike just to be the least bit creepy. A while ago, we had separately bought the same red blouse/shirt with tiny white flowers/blue berries on it. Both she and I looked quite doable in the shirt with jeans. When Alex saw us ready to go, he said, “Oh fuck, you’re so cute! Twins! I’d say you’re giving me a hardon, but you know that’s not happening for a while yet, no matter how much I want to throw you both down and put it to you.” We all laughed and hugged and were bestest buds in bed and out (bed buds :>). The emotional blip was quickly forgotten.

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Alex and Mad Cat in Lazy Sunday- Part 6

The fun continues, Alex gets tickled - NC-17

The tie-dye shirt brought out Alex’s blue eyes. He was sex on a stick as we walked into Atkins Park for mimosas and eggs.

We had driven across Ponce de Leon, a major artery going downtown in one direction and nearly to Stone Mountain the other way. Alex had asked the name of the street and unmindful of his European ears, I said, “Ponts d’Lee on” with the accent on the “Lee” – very southern. Alex couldn’t understand. He asked twice and then I spelled it for him, saying, you know, like the Spanish explorer. Alex was still laughing like a loon when we went into Atkins Park. He said, “Fuck me. What?” and pronounced it in Spanish “Pon-say-day-lay-own”. “Now say it again,” he begged. I think just so he could laugh. Hell, I didn’t care. I said it and then bade him to watch my lips. He was looking intently at my lips and giggling when we went through the door at the restaurant. We almost ran over the manager on duty. Maddie had used her most professional legal voice and asked them to hold a table for Alexander Skarsgård and party, or maybe a booth for privacy. There would be three.

The manager fell all over herself for Alex, and he looked astonished and put me in front of him with his hands on my shoulders as a sort of shield against her babble about how fabulous he was in blah blah and would he sign her tits or something like that. Maddie took charge. She took the manager aside by pulling her by the arm as she was gazing at Alex and possibly drooling. We heard Maddie plainly, “Shut the fuck up and seat us. Mr. Skarsgård prefers a low profile and a little privacy. Please.” Jeezus, I thought the manager was going to bow to Maddie. That got Alex tickled. He was shaking trying to hold his laughter in. He said to me, “Here, let me watch your lips again.” I turned around and tried to say the street name, but only a guffaw came out, quickly followed by, “oh, fuck.” I thought Alex was going to lose his shit. He hugged me like a rag doll and just laughed out loud. Maddie got tickled, tried to look stern, but could only laugh. She finally got out, “Where?” to the manager, who could only point, standing there motionless like a deer in the headlights.

We filed into the booth, looked at each other and laughed some more. Maddie sat across from Alex and me. She tried to rein us in, “Here. Act right. Hush, you fucks. We scared that poor girl to death.”

When we were finally able to comport ourselves properly, Alex said, “I don’t really care, but I’ve found it’s easier if I don’t drop my name. Hell, I’d rather drop my pants than deal with being fawned over.” Maddie blushed and apologized, “I thought we’d just not have to wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” Then I proceeded to fawn over him, as I was closer to his highness, until he kissed me to shut me up. I said I was disappointed he didn’t drop his pants. He kissed me again.

We ordered; mimosas were brought; and Alex said, “Now, say the street name again. If I’m coming back here on occasion, I want to sound like I know where I am.” Maddie and I exchanged a look on the “coming back here” but declined to mention it. We let that slide by and I said again, “Here, watch my lips” as I drawled Ponce de Leon for him a syllable at a time until he sounded like a native.

The food was excellent – eggs benedict on crab cakes among other tasty items. We all got something different and shared bites. Alex enjoyed it. The more mimosas we consumed, the worse Alex felt about the little manager woman who was just trying to do what we wanted and couldn’t help her overexuberance. Alex got up to pee and sought the poor woman out and brought her over to meet us, likely because he had nothing to say to her. So we chatted a moment and Alex signed a menu for her. She was over the moon. Alex was happy and relaxed and wanted to go home and take a nap. Alex paid the check. We finished our mimosas and stood to leave. Just then a voice said, “Skarsgård, I thought you were out of town this weekend on another project, so you were unavailable to have dinner with us.” The voice was getting closer. Alex rolled his eyes and turned to greet the man who had left a large, noisy table. Alex shook his hand and said, “Let me introduce you. This is Madeleine, my handler, and Katyca…, uh, Katy, my diction coach. Ladies, this is Mr.Bighoohah from Los Angeles, Producer of the film.” We said our pleasantries which the Hoohah ignored. He didn’t even look askance at our cute “uniforms”.

He said, “Alexander, come say hello to everybody. Have a drink with us. They’d all love to see you. Fancy us running into you here. Where was it you had to go? Everybody, look who it is!” Alex wasn’t moving. He interrupted Hoohah, “I’m sorry. Don’t have the time. Madeleine has to pick up her kids in just a little while and we haven’t finished our meetings.”

Hoohah blabbered, “Of course, you’re a busy man. Where are you taking your meetings this afternoon?” Alex took a breath and said perfectly, “It’s a venue across Ponce de Leon, I don’t have the exact address.” I was biting my lips against the giggles. Maddie looked stressed about getting her kids. I never knew she was such an actress. Alex began to move us toward the door.

Hoohah said, “See you on set.” As we hoofed it to the door, Alex said under his breath, “Not if I see you first, asshole.” We nearly ran for the car. Alex exhaled loudly, “See how fuckin’ glamorous the movie business is? Still, I love it. Especially when I find distractions I fall in love with.” Maddie and I ignored that too. And we all screamed, “Ponce de Leon” like good Georgia peaches when we crossed it.

On the short drive home, we were quiet. We had all had enough champagne to enjoy an afternoon nap. Alex spoke quietly, almost to himself, “My pretty girls, this is not going to be my last time with you. I’ll have a few more breaks from filming before this one’s in the can. I’ll come back if you’ll have me. Then we’ll stay in touch. We’ll work it out. Oh, could you drop me at the studio on your way to work tomorrow? I’ve got another night if you want it.”

You’d have thought Alex had just given us the moon the way we adamantly insisted we did want it. Yes, please. The mood went from melancholy to party-in-your-pants with that one sentence. Maddie teased, “Quit, Alex. You’re giving me a hardon. You know we’d keep you forever if you’d let us.” Alex was beaming.

Damn, Alex is such a good blinker.

There's more if you wish it, you little masochists. I will dish it out without a condom. Let me know, sweeties.

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The one causing that reaction of utter, wide-eyed shock? Bill Skarsgård, once again pushing the limits of human performance to conjure a creature all his own. “I’ll say that Bill has so transformed, I’m fearful that he might not get the credit that he deserves because he’s just… he’s not there,” Eggers says. While it’s Skarsgård’s own spin on the Count, there will be echoes of past incarnations too, both Max Schreck’s and Klaus Kinski’s versions. “He felt like honouring who had come before him. It’s all very subtle,” Eggers explains. “But I think the main thing is that he’s even more a folk vampire. In my opinion he looks like a dead Transylvanian nobleman, and in a way that we’ve never actually seen what an actual dead Transylvanian nobleman would look like and be dressed like.” Buckle up, and bolt your windows and doors – a brand new Robert Eggers nightmare is about to unfold.

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Alex in Little 5 Pts. with MadCat (Part 3)

That shit can be ... fun.

Part 3 MadCat and Alex FICTION. NC-17.

After we got outside the diner and were walking toward Junkman’s Daughter in Little Five Points, Alex asked, “Who was that fuck anyway?” Maddie began to explain the office, the gossip, and Tiny Johnson. Alex laughed at the nickname being so obviously apropos. Maddie continued with a description of how she (and I, as she’d taught me) handled these insignificant, arrogant morons, “My resting bitch face has been perfected and I have been advised that if looks could kill my drop-dead stare would have to be registered as a lethal weapon.” She was talking to Alex, and she interspersed her elucidation with those little sexy giggles of hers. I just wanted to kiss her. So I did. Maddie returned the kiss and we made out for a minute – until Alex sighed, “Come on now. You’re giving me a hardon.”

I smiled at him and replied, “Hell, Skarsgård, everything we do gives you a hardon.”

“I know.” Alex adjusted himself. Maddie couldn’t take her eyes off the Skarsgård member straining against the jeans. “Let’s go to my house! It’s right up here!” Maddie pointed toward Euclid Avenue. Alex moaned, “Oh fuck,” as we hurried him along.

Maddie’s house was a cute bungalow with all the original woodwork inside – very charming, with a screened back porch that ran the width of the house. The porch was huge and totally screened from view of the neighbors as well. Maddie led Alex through the house, describing rooms at 45 rpm, and tugged him onto the back porch. It was shaded and cool out there. I brought out a pitcher of ice water and took off my top with the jeans to follow. Maddie looked Alex in the eye and did the same. Etiquette demanded no less than Alex follow suit. As soon as he dropped his jeans, Maddie was on his cock like a chicken on a June bug.

Alex patted her head and eased back to recline on the glider. Maddie made appreciative groans amid lurid slurpy sounds and managed to incorporate the movement of the glider into her ups and downs/ins and outs as a titillating blowjob dance. I kissed Alex to my heart’s content. He was a wonderful kisser. Something caught his eye and we stopped tonguing each other to watch Maddie do her thing. She was mesmerizing in a cute forbidden way. We were rapt and silent until Alex suddenly shouted, “Fuck, I’m coming!” Maddie took him deeper and swallowed every drib, smacked her lips for more as Alex was smiling and lamenting his dilemma of satisfying two such beautiful and horny ladies.

Maddie and I laughed in his face, sympathetic and sorry for the terrible turn of events wherein we could make each other come so prolifically and so well. We all knew that Alex would have to rest a while before we could pounce on him again, so Maddie fetched her coverlet off her bed, and we curled up with Alex on the glider. We settled in, and I conversationally asked Alex what he liked best, just like that – no modifiers or qualifiers or frames of reference. It could have been best anything, but our minds were on sex exclusively, so he knew what I meant. “I love sex with a woman, anything and everyway; but I’ll do a guy on occasion. So, you see, when I was talking to Joey at the bar and he mentioned you, I was very intrigued. To have two ladies who obviously love each other to include me is the ultimate. And then to have the whole thing be so comfortable and easy, but with fireworks, leaves me in awe. I want more. Right after we come, I want more. I mean, I can’t, but I want to.” He chuckled at himself.

Alex’s seemingly sincere answer made Maddie and me more dreamy eyed over him. We kissed him softly anywhere we could reach and snuggled in closer. Alex said, “OK you two. You’re giving me a hardon.” Maddie reached to check as I said, “You lie, Skarsgård. You’re fucking 45 years old here.”

He laughed, “Yeah, yeah. How do you know about being 45? And a man?”

Maddie and I exchanged glances. We were going to have to tell him a bit about us. He likely didn’t mean to be so personal, but he was asking the why of us that was still a little painful for us both – for similar but different reasons. I nodded to Maddie. I thought we should tell him some of it. Maddie began, “We’re both about your age. Surely you can tell that, but you’re sweet for not making a point of it. Kittycat and I are both widows – hers died after a long illness, mine was in an accident. We became fast friends at work due to similar experiences. We decided that we weren’t yet really most sincerely dead, not even merely dead, and so should figure out how we could live life and have some fun doing it. It happened that Cat inherited a house close to mine here, so we are close enough for safety, yet far enough away to have a secret fuck. Although we’ve found that we have a much better time together than separately. Many men aspire, few achieve. I guess that’s why the morons at work think we’re lesbians. Now you’ve experienced my favorite thing sexually. Cat and I both love cock way too much to not do all we can – of course, safely and sweetly.”

Alex was somberly hugging us and kissing our heads interspersed with sympathetic sounds, lamenting our widowhood. I looked at him, “Hell Skarsgård, shit happens. You always miss ‘em, but that’s not productive to sit around and do all day. You gotta have a little fun, you know. We know now what you like best which pretty much covers everything. We all appreciate what Maddie likes best. (Alex interjected, “Mmmmm, yeah, she’s damn good at it.”) She will suck a dick now. What I like best is politically incorrect, unsafe and unlikely to happen ever again.”

Maddie said blandly, “Cat, you’re so fuckin’ dramatic. Just tell him. You know he can’t do it, but he’s crazy to know what it is. Look at him. It’s not half as bad as what he’s thinkin’.” She was right. I could see Alex’s wheels turning. Coprophagia, nymphomania, necrophilia, bestiality – oh nononononono. That’s just what came to my mind. Alex was surely more worldly than I. I spoke up like I’d been shot.

“Nothing so bizarre or gross as what you’re thinking – it’s just that I really don’t like condoms. I know, we must be safe. Some STDs can kill you. That’s why I have them and why I use them. I mean, it would take an immaculate conception for me to get pregnant and then I’d have to sew the baby into my thigh for gestation as Zeus did for Dionysus. I know, better safe than sorry. Still, I miss the feel of skin inside me, the subtle pulse of a dick there, the power of the come shots contained. So, bareback fucking is unlikely to ever happen again, and very shallow and self-serving of me to want it. We were telling the truth weren’t we? Fine. Judge me then, just don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”

I ended with a joke so that Alex would know that I know that it could never happen. Everyone should be conscious of being always safe these days. Maddie gave me a consoling kiss. Alex looked like he was bored or sleepy maybe, but since kisses were happening, he gave me a nice one too. We were very comfortable and liable to nap at any moment.

Maddie leapt up, shook her tits in Alex’s face and exclaimed, “No power naps. Let’s walk back to Cat’s house. She keeps champagne and I wanna toast us. We’re three of the most intelligent, prettiest, and best fucks I know!”

“Might as well come on, Alex,” I said lightly as I pulled him from the glider, “we’ll keep you forever if you’ll let us.”

“I’d let you if I didn’t have to finish this fucking movie. I shouldn’t say that since this fucking movie is the reason I’m in Atlanta and indirectly the reason I found you two.” Alex was very matter of fact as he zipped his jeans. Maddie and I grinned at each other. We were feeling like Sally Field at the Oscars. “Oh, he likes us; he really likes us!”

Let me know when you just have to have the next installment in the serial or cereal with your fika. Wrap up in FICTIONAL Alex like a fuzzy warm blanket :>)

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MadCat 2 - Further Adventures of Our Alex and the Girls

The DicFic continues fictionally with a short second installment to ease your Monday, NC-17 !!

The next morning, Maddie and I woke up on either side of Alex at about the same time with smiles on our faces and for some ungodly reason began to baby talk, tickle, kiss and otherwise blatantly harass the dormant Nordic giant with the very satisfying dick. Yes, we woke him up like two little mean girls. He was good natured about it as he asked us to stop. We didn’t stop. I sat on his chest and “pinned” his arms and kissed him hard while Maddie politely sucked his partially aroused cock to perfect attention.

Now Alex’s tone had changed. He didn’t want us to stop. So we did. Alex screeched, “Goddamn it to hell.” (redundant but a little scary) and chased us into the shower. Maddie adjusted the water temperature and Alex pushed my face to the tile wall and pushed his hardon into me from behind. I groaned in delight as he proceeded to roughly fuck me to a raging orgasm, panting his diatribe as “punishment” for teasing him so early. “See what you get when you wake me? I bet you’re sorry now. Fucking take it like a man!” I think that last faux angry line made Alex laugh at himself. After he made me come so hard, he turned to Maddie who had been calmly washing and watching and spat, “You want some of this, Little Girl?” I think Alex thought Maddie would play meek, but she just said, “Yup.” and put one foot on the shower ledge to give him fuckable access. He had to fuck her then. I encouraged him to buck up and get to it while I washed his muscular back and beautiful ass and all the crevices in and around. Maddie came quickly and Alex, needing to come urgently, turned around and I caught his throbbing dick in my mouth and took his load from him. It surprised him and he almost screamed like a girl, but masculine in the extreme he remained – with his dick in my mouth as I lapped up every bit of his satisfaction. Maddie laughed and said, “The next one’s mine,” referring to her penchant for orally gratifying the worthy proffering a rather large one.

The morning play had left us happy and hungry. We threw on clothes and walked to the Pot and Pan down the block for breakfast. The aroma of a good, southern breakfast including biscuits and bacon did not miss Alex’s nostrils, and we all indulged. When the food came, Maddie leaned over to me and said (for Alex’s benefit), “We like it that Our Alex has a lot of jiz. Look at the gravy on your biscuit. Doesn’t that remind you of it? Yummy.” She licked her lips at Alex while I giggled, “Kinda tastes as good as gravy too.” We were leaning closer until we both gave him a peck on each of his cheeks.

“Quit. You’re giving me a hardon. Eat your breakfast or I’ll take you out back and fuck you against the dumpster for ambience.” Alex looked serious until he grinned and began to play I Create a Diversion and Steal Your Bacon. Alex would indicate a direction with his head and ask, “Do you know that guy over there? He’s staring at us.” Maddie and I would look, and Alex would take a strip of bacon from one of our plates. Hell, we didn’t mind. As good southern girls we knew where they sold it and how to cook it. We were all laughing; especially when Maddie turned the tables with, “Alex, look at that girl’s tits over there. They’re comin’ out of her shirt!” Of course, Alex looked in that direction and Maddie motioned me with her eyes (we could almost read each other’s minds – which came in handy when entertaining a gentleman caller in bed) and we stood, leaned around and kissed Alex on the lips or thereabouts. We felt him grin as he tangled his fingers in our hair and really kissed us one after the other.

Both Maddie and I were getting dreamy-eyed and subsequently moist for uninhibited Alex. Or were we lubricated from the gravy and bacon? Just as we resumed our seats and comported ourselves, we heard, “Mad Cat! Hey what’re y’all doin’? Who’s that you’re kissin’ on? I thought y’all were just into each other and Miz Man.” He stuck his tongue through the “V” of his fingers (Is that the tasteless universal symbol for lesbian or cunnilingus? Either way we were in a neighborhood eatery and there were a lot of lovely lesbians eating breakfast.); then he laughed loudly at his own “joke”. It was fuckin’ Stanley Johnson (or Tiny Johnson as he was called at the office), a near 40-year-old third-tier law clerk who never seemed to get promoted. He thought himself a ladies’ man and bragged that he could “turn” Maddie and me from our lesbian ways to the straight and narrow if he could just give us a good fuck.

I had just opened my mouth to cuss Tiny when Alex flew up out of his chair, knocking it over. The noise didn’t matter. Everyone had already turned to look at us at Tiny’s loud inappropriate greeting. Alex towered over Tiny and without touching him said, “I don’t know who you are, asshole, but I’m the one who’s going to teach you some manners.” Alex was clenching and unclenching his fists menacingly.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The cooks had stopped cooking; the servers stood silent. Tiny looked up at Alex and made a sound like he was choking. Then Tiny peed himself a little. He seemed rooted to the spot. Alex said, “Run away, little man.” At that Tiny did run and screeched behind him, “I don’t care. I’m tellin’.” Some form of this event would be all around the office on Monday. Perhaps Tiny would tell he beat up Tarzan.

The little diner burst into spontaneous applause, and someone shouted, “That’s Alexander Skarsgård!” Alex turned to his two laughing ladies, “Sorry, babes, I had to. You about ready?” We nodded. Alex threw some money on the table and held his arms out for us to hug him on either side. Maddie and I put our arms around him gratefully.

Let me know if you are a glutton for punishment and want more as the worship continues loooong and hard (Alex does his "part" as well). Their weekend is young :>)

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Little good boy❤❤❤

Proud of our Valter ❤️ (via Eija, 2nd pic)

via Vogue Scandinavia Instagram

'Börje - The Journey of a Legend,' a six-episode series that lands on ViaPlay this Sunday, honors the life of legend Börje Salming (portrayed by Valter Skarsgård)

Eija, Valter, My and Stellan Skarsgård, November 14, 2023, at Södra Teatern in Stockholm at the world premiere.

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Wow❤❤

MadCat Meet Our Most Congenial Alex

A little DicFic for your weekend pleasure, unadulterated fiction, the beginning of the MadCat Series. NC-17 !!

We had become fast friends, Maddie and I, almost immediately upon my new hire at the law firm of the Hon. Amanda Birdwhistle, the self-appointed high queen of the legal community of Atlanta, Georgia. Miz Man, as she insisted her well-ordered staff and law partners call her, was a whirlwind of activity – her briefs were never brief, yet her legal prose was succinct and on point. She could out-lawyer Clarence Darrow on her worst day of menopausal maladies, cut him to the quick with a smile, and Mr. Darrow would react like every other legal opponent – beg for her phone number to schedule a personal audience, anytime anywhere.

Miz Man was certainly formidable in the courtroom and on paper, but she mothered her staff just enough to elicit their most brilliant contributions that were well-benefited and applauded. I was to work under her senior and most trusted legal aide, a term she preferred over the usual paralegal or legal assistant or, heaven forfend – secretary, as being inclusive, descriptive, and unlimited in scope of performance. Apparently, Maddie was overworked and needed help in the worst way to wade through the seemingly endless river of documents, research and piddly errands that the queen required.

I was thrilled to help, having just come out of an emotionally devastating portion of my life that had left me well-off but with no further source of income save a law license with lapsed bar dues and a daunting number of continuing legal education requisites in order to resume my place with the justice seekers at the bar. I was at loose ends, unwilling or unable to concentrate on CLEs, and jumped at the chance to work for Attorney Birdwhistle, doing just anything.

Beautiful, singular, indispensable Aide Madeleine welcomed me with open arms, having been apprised of my anticipated abilities, and we became fast friends. Truth be told, it seemed as if we had been meant to meet. It was kismet that we found each other in such a nurturing environment that leant itself to attachments. We found we had so much life experience in common, had similar tastes, had consistent goals, and we had powerful chemistry as a team. Miz Man quickly saw that she had a couple of brainy gals who would do just about anything for her, and she rewarded us appropriately. Of course, I deferred to my bff’s experience and opinion if I couldn’t gently persuade her to my way, as she was likely right. Maddie and I had an instant repartee that made the rest of the staff look for the other when they saw one and acknowledge a little jealousy at our having the ear of the queen (as we whispered to Miz Man: remember, you are mortal). Our coworkers began calling us Mad Kat. We didn’t give a fuck. At least the reference to Mad Cow Disease was merely implied rather than spoken and so we embraced the nickname as “affectionate” and answered to it in tandem, preferring a reference to “madcap”. We began to refer to each other as “Mads” and “Cat” with every silly nuanced adjective with which we humorously caressed each other, like Barking Mads and Pussy Cat (speaking of that, we were not averse to a little orgasmic tête-à-tête amongst ourselves when the menz were sparse or wouldn’t play by our rules of engagement or lack thereof). In our off time, that we took as we could, we socialized together. I suppose we could have been the perfect lesbian couple, had we been lesbians. We both enjoyed cock too much to take the gay moniker.

We found that we lived in close proximity and sought out a convenient neighborhood bar with an avant-garde ambience that became “our place.” Our place was a mass of art and artistic temperament and simply called “The Bar on Highland”. The outside was mundane and nondescript while the inside welcomed every weird and wonderful soul in Atlanta. Being located in Virginia/Highland, it attracted intellectual types from Emory University, bohemians who plied their art or themselves in obscure venues, dancers from the Atlanta Ballet, and actors working at the nearby movie studio. The faces on the silver screen ebbed and flowed like Peachtree Creek with the weather, and we saw many celebrities without their mantles of fame. Most all patrons lived or worked nearby. It was truly a neighborhood watering hole for the myriad “odd” types who inhabited the nooks and crannies of Virginia/Highland and Little Five Points.

And so, this story begins one early evening as Maddie and I drug our tired and gratified selves (we both loved the law and the work Miz Man allowed us) in the door of our place to the shout of “Mad Cat!” from the cutie bartender, Joey, whom we had sampled often. We said that he was such an enthusiastic and able motherfucker, we should adopt him (to make him literal).

Maddie and I sat at the nearly empty bar (it was early yet) and Joey brought our usuals. Maddie preferred a cosmopolitan – she said the cranberry juice was healthy even though she favored a drink of the palest pink so as to be nearly clear (the color of vampire cum we decided), but it could have been that she liked the feel of the serving glass in her hand. I always began and often continued with spiced rum and still water with a lime if I was feeling frisky (which I was this evening and Joey saw through the tired to the lust longing to pounce and hoped he would be the prize catch tonight). Joey made the drinks to perfection and tonight kissed our proffered hands with which we usually ruffled his hair and said with a wink, “Good evening, mi’ ladies. As ever, I am at your service in all ways, in every position.” We shared a laugh, catching his feebly disguised hint that he was ready to give us a randy fuck after closing should we require it.

I noticed a blond man nursing a local craft beer, sitting at the end of the bar, who had looked up and smiled in the most engaging way at Joey’s obvious joking come-on. I elbowed Maddie to look as I smiled back at the man who was still looking, wistfully maybe. She must have smiled too because he got up with his beer and sauntered over to us. Good god he was tall and handsome and so not from around here. When he opened his mouth, I knew who he was, and Maddie told me with a look that she recognized him as well. Oh, fuck me, Eric Northman.

“Hi, I’m Alex. I’m working on a film here. I’ve been in a few times for a beer. It’s an interesting place and you are the most interesting people I’ve seen. I cause no trouble. (He grinned in the most alluring, sincere way imaginable that led me to believe that trouble was his middle name.) Joey can vouch for me.”

Joey looked around from wiping the back bar, took in the scene and looking downcast, moped, “No chance for me now, Skarsgård. Thanks. Mad Cat, this one’s pretty nice for an actor. Not so impressed with himself, but great credentials.” Joey grinned like the Cheshire Cat. I knew he sampled everyone with a pretty face and had surely volunteered a blowjob for the tall Swede.

Alex just laughed and said to us, “May I join you?” Maddie and I answered in unintentional unison, “Sure,” and Maddie instinctively moved one bar stool over so he could sit between us.

As he got comfortable, he asked the inevitable, “Mad Cat? What’s that about? Shall I guess? If you were British (and judging by Joey’s greeting earlier), I’d say that you enjoyed provocative sex adventures – fun, madcap ones.” Joey snorted. Maddie and I looked at each other – he had first found our favorite interpretation of the nickname. We might want to be keepers if he was trolling for contra-angel fish tonight. We had read that Alex was a first-class angler.

Rex Danger and the Tiny Fishy

Maddie spoke as I lightly traced his finger around his beer glass with my own, “We got the nickname at work, and it stuck. You defined it just the way we like it. She’s Kate – Cat, and I’m Madeleine – Mads.” Maddie was purring. Alex took our hands and placed them on his respective thighs. As I glanced at where he landed mine, I swear he was getting a hardon – from our delightfully southern way of talkin’ or our individual but similar and unusual looks or just anticipation of his alone-ness being forgotten for bit?

The Friday night wore on. Joey kept the drinks coming, but not so quickly as to render any of us unable to perform. Conversation was charming and spellbinding. Alex was so well-travelled that he had an exotic or erotic anecdote for every situation delivered with a bewitching accent that became a little more pronounced with each beer. I’m sure we told each other secrets we all three should have kept, but it was so easy to have intimate conversation with these strangers.

Intimate we were becoming. Alex was not shy. He kissed us deeply in turn and invited our tentative groping of his cock. Joey couldn’t take anymore. The bar was packed, and no one took particular notice of us, but Joey wasn’t having it, “Mad Cat!” he yelled over the loud conversation, “Get out of here and take him home! You won’t be sorry.”

Joey was right. We shouldn’t fuck in the bar. Maddie nodded and giggled, embarrassed at her level of arousal in public. I kissed Alex’s cheek to get his attention, “Would you want to come home with us? We’ll go to my house; it’s closer.” In the dim light, it looked like his big blue eyes brightened at the prospect. Anyway, he voiced his intentions with, “Oh fuck yes. Now, please.”

I motioned for Joey to put all the drinks on our tab, but as Alex stood, he flung some bills on the bar, giving Joey a huge tip. As Joey picked up the money, Alex said, “Thanks, man. You were right. These ladies are treasures.” I’m not sure Maddie heard it, but I did and if our sweet Joey was going to pimp us out, he was doing a fine job. I knew he would collect from us on this favor one night soon.

Maddie and I had walked to the bar from my house since parking was scarce and we had initially intended on being near to over served. Alex had walked across the street from the back corner of studio property. Properly vehicleless, we trooped up the sidewalk, three across with Alex the church steeple in the middle. Every few steps Alex would teasingly ask a question like, “How far did you say, seven kilometers?; Are we there yet?; Don’t you have to pee? I have to pee.; So, are we there yet?” And after every giggling question, Alex would pause and kiss each of us breathless. Maddie was enjoying the little trek such that we almost passed the house.

I had inherited a number of properties and this small Victorian on Highland was by far my favorite. We pulled Alex up the front porch steps and into the front room where he immediately took off his shoes and shirt and declared, “I really do have to pee. Where?” Maddie giggled and pointed out the downstairs loo. While Alex attended to that, we discussed a little what and where, deciding on my bedroom for the largest bed, champagne since Joey had given us each 3 drinks in 3 hours and Alex had only beer so there should be no clash of alcohol, and we would let Alex play at will because we both felt very agreeable and willing to please him any way he liked. I remembered we hadn’t eaten anything and threw together some finger food from snacks I had on hand. Maddie and I both had unusual tastes and could live on hummus, fruit, cheese, caper buds, caviar (from the Kroger), anchovy salad, and an occasional steak just off the hoof.

Alex looked yummy barefoot and bare-chested when he reappeared and charmingly assisted with the noshes – eating as many as he put on the plate. We all had a dish/bottle to carry upstairs for our makeshift feast. Maddie led the way to my lair, glancing behind her at Alex, who was gently head-butting her butt cheek to elicit a giggle. Maddie had one of the sexiest little laughs you’d ever want to hear. She could be very alluring effortlessly, especially when she wanted something. Tonight, she wanted Alex. And Alex wanted it all.

I turned on soft music and low lamps to set the mood, which was probably lost on us all. We were all of an age that required no preamble – we wanted what we wanted and saw no reason to not be obvious about it. We ate and drank, and Maddie toasted Alex’s genitals that I said we were anxious to meet. Alex removed bits of our clothing “just to find the prize underneath” so that by the time we finished our champagne, we were nearly naked and then Alex took off his pants.

I have said that intact or circumcised, all dicks look alike at some point, and they all do the same things. Jeezus, I was so wrong. Maddie and I gasped in unison. How could he be so attractive, so perfect, such a Norse god come from Valhalla to pleasure two little mortals with semi-perky tits? And his cock, large enough to adequately adorn such a tall man, was hard and ready. He was uncut. I impetuously licked my lips. Our pleased astonishment made Alex laugh as he fell into bed with us. “C’mere you two. I’m gonna make you come until you tell me to stop in Swedish.”

I reached for my bedside table and showered a handful of Magnum XL condoms on the bed, “Will these do for you, Ale…?” My question was cut off by Alex kissing the breath out of me. He paused, ripped open the condom package with his teeth and said, “Kate, I wanna fuck you first, OK?” As he pulled back his foreskin and slid the condom down his shaft, he kissed Maddie and whispered, “Beautiful Madeleine, just a little patience, my lovely girl.” He traced his fingers down to Maddie’s erect nipples and caressed them one after the other. She moaned his name and then, “Fuck her. I love to watch her come.”

Alex turned to me and grinned, “Shall I?” He gently felt my sex and stroked my clit just enough to make me whimper and pull him toward me. “So wet for me,” he whispered as he slowly pushed into me. I wanted him. I pushed for more. Alex looked surprised, “Kate, don’t let me hurt you, babe.” I pushed again to take all of him, raised my hips to give him room to work and bleated, “Fuck me then. Fuck me like you mean it.” Yes, he had a big dick, but that’s my preference. He fit me perfectly.

I didn’t have to ask twice. Alex must have just loved women. He could read all the signs of heightening pleasure from the breathing to the tightening around his dick. He might have been the best fuck I’ve ever had. He kissed me; he told me I was beautiful; he was gentle and firm at the same time. He would thrust into me and grind my clit while hitting just the right spot inside, again, and again. I tried to tell him I was going to come, but I couldn’t form the words. Alex shushed me, “I know, baby, come for me, let me have it, come on, babe, fuck me.” Jeezus, I’ve never come that hard. God it was good. Alex rode it out inside me with his teeth clenched determined not to lose his load yet.

All the while, Maddie had been encouraging Alex with, “Oh yeah, fuck her hard. Make her come.” and delicately playing with herself. Well, you’d have to – after all Skarsgård porn is the best you could ever see.

As soon as I came to myself, Alex withdrew, ripped that condom off and donned another. He turned to Maddie, “Let me fuck you now, sexy Madeleine.” Just the way he breathed her name, “Mad-ah-lane’,” could make me excited if I thought about it. Maddie was so ready. Again, Alex went gently and slowly to not hurt her until Maddie said, “C’mon you fuck, give it. I want all of your cock!”

I wondered what tiny flowers Alex had been with who couldn’t take a decent-sized dick. Oh, please. Anyway, Alex gave Maddie a frisky fuck which pleased her greatly. She wrapped her legs around him and he let her roll him over so she was on top. Maddie rode him like a rodeo star and climaxed like a champion bronco rider with a whoop of victory. I cheered her on.

As soon as Maddie had spasmed her last, Alex gently pushed her off him, jerked off the condom and hurriedly stroked his cock, moaning, “Here girls, this is for you. Fuuuuuck.” He shot nearly to the ceiling about six times with his jiz landing on him, on us, on the bed. We all three giggled like teenagers.

After a little clean-up, we all slept in my bed. I don’t think Alex wanted to go, so he stayed – and hung out the whole weekend. Maddie and I would be calling in well-fucked on Monday. No, we wouldn’t. We never called in. We were always at our posts. Ah, but if we did what would Miz Man say? At that moment, neither Maddie nor I gave a yawning fuck as we crawled into bed beside that warm, hot man.

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If you would like more, tell me, I will parse it out. The MadCat Saga is novel length. I just went on and on. I don't know.

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