Peek-a-Boo

Ever since discovering his giant D all those years ago, Maddie has made a game of driving Tucker to near insanity.

Her husband, the nerd extraordinaire that he is, is no slouch in the bedroom. A true man amongst men he may be...that super-human strength of his making for some notable acrobatic feats, twirling her around like a naked ballerina...but sometimes the good doctor is just not enough. Danny, though slightly more substantial than the elder Fenton, is an absolute beast behind a locked bedroom door, but sometimes 'going ghost'...and all of the interesting places he can put his astral form...doesn't compare to a mortal being. Likewise, Jazz may have a woman's touch...she can send Maddie into an hour-long, screaming-fest of an orgasm with a single finger...but it's -literally- impossible for the young woman to fill -that- need.

Sometimes she just needs to make a phone call.

With Jack out of the house...something about an emergency meeting of the Amity Society of Supernatural Phenomenon...Danny is off visiting his goth not-girlfriend for the evening, and Jazz is out doing lord knows what with her preppy girlfriends... Maddie makes the call.

Five minutes later Tucker rings the doorbell of the Fenton residence, the young man living only a few blocks away. The front door opens to reveal a bathrobe-clad Maddie, a particular and all too familiar smirk on her face.

Tucker: You rang, m'lady?

Maddie says nothing, looking past Tucker to the empty street beyond. Seeing no one, not even a passing car at this time of night, Maddie unties her bathrobe to reveal a red, freshly trimmed landing strip. Letting the white terry cloth garment slip from her shoulders...reveals everything. Naked, save for a dangly belly button ring, the woman of the house merely gestures for Tucker to come inside.

Tucker: Ah, I see. I guess this won't exactly be an Algonquin round table of snappy repartee.

The door closes, Maddie eyeing the already growing bulge along Tucker's inseam. Leading the way through the living and the stairs beyond, the statuesque woman climbs to the second floor. Tucker, following close behind, studies her more than ample peach as it sways and undulates.

Tucker: And who says the art of conversation is dead?

Past her bedroom and down the hall, Tucker gives the naked woman a quizzical look as she pushes open the door to Danny's room.

Tucker: The prodigal son. Kinky.

Again, Maddie says nothing, simply pointing her finger at him with a twirling motion, gesturing for him to take his clothes off. Quickly liberated of his attire, Tucker climbs onto the bed, the old, spring mattress squeaking as he does so. Giving him her best bedroom eyes...a little exaggerated sashay in her walk before mounting the squeaky bunk...she bites her lower lip at the sight of his erect, forearm-length manhood.

Glancing up from the monstrous specimen, Maddie eyes Tucker's beret, scrunching her nose at the offending headwear.

Tucker: The hat makes the man...

Maddie crosses her arms across her chest, an annoyed roll of her eyes says enough.

Tucker: ...and I see we're not a fan of the Dada movement. Fine.

Tucker plucks the red beret from atop his head to reveal... -Poof!- Maddie lets a little giggle slip out...she's always amused by his late '70s disco-era afro.

Tucker: There, happy now? So, what'll tonight's contest be? Let me guess: Capture the Flag? Simon Says, maybe?

Maddie shuffles up the bed on her knees, straddling Tucker's legs, stopping just short of her moist labia touching the underside of his immensity. Tucker clears his throat in anticipation, looking up at the redhead as she licks her lips.

Tucker: No, no... I know... Hide-n-Seek.

Maddie scooches up the bed a bit further, letting her thighs splay out. Her puffy labia parts to either side, draping over the young man's girth. Thrusting her hips back and forth, Maddie lets out a little whimper, her sensitive clitoris gliding along the monster's thumb-diameter urethra. A longer thrust of her hips and his massive helmet disappears beneath her....disappearing and reappearing, again and again.

Maddie smiles at him with quivering lips, her eyes bright and shiny with delight, breasts swaying and undulating with every lunge.

Maddie: Peek-a-Boo!

Original Sketch by Okappa

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2