Maggie, Book 1, Chapter 18

He loved watching his bad girl. Loved watching her discover herself. He hated watching Jay. Hated the sight of his cock pushing inside her.

Maggie wrestled with her actions and his heart swelled with love. But Jay was sharing something with her and he didn't like it. Didn't like how they looked in each other's eyes. Definitely didn't like all the kissing. He'd wanted more of a wham-bam sort of thing. Wanted Jay to just hold her down and fuck her and Max could watch her face, watch her pussy get spread. This had been a bit more intimate than he expected. It hurt. But Maggie was inexperienced and to her sex was love and intimacy, and kissing Jay and looking in his eyes was how she did this sort of thing. She'd never just fucked to fuck. She tied sex with emotion and Max did not like her sharing emotion with Jay.

“I want you to take me, Maggie,” Jay said.

“Take you? ...I can't...”

“Once. The whole way. This is killing me, Maggie.”

“The whole way?” she gasped, then moaned as if this was a real hydra.

“Yes, Maggie, take me, take me deep...”

“Oh Jay...I...”

He took his finger from inside her ass and he held her arm. In one easy move he was on top of her, gripping her arms and pressing them into the mattress, their faces almost touching, their eyes looking into one another.

“Ah Jay,” she sighed, a breathy protest, and her calves stroked his thighs, coming up to his hips and crossing over his buttocks. “Jay...you want to? ...”

“Take me, Maggie...”

“Put on a condom.”

“No, Maggie,” he said. “I'm not going to wear condoms with you.”

“Jay, I bought condoms for you...in case...I bought big ones, Jay...please...”

“No, Maggie. I trust you. You're my bad girl, but outside this room you're good. I wear condoms, but with you I want to feel your pussy... I want to feel your insides on my cock...”

“Oh fuck, Jay,” she said, her voice trembling.

“You trust me?”

“Jay, oh, yes-ss,” she cried in tremulous warble.

“Tell me...”

“Fuck me, Jay...fuck me with your bare cock.”

Max's hands clenched to fists. Shaking balled things, objects of rage and hate and suffering. “Oh Maggie,” he whimpered quietly. It was terrible. It was more than sex. They had trust, they had passion. Jay was so much more than Max. Maggie could see it and now she would feel it. It was so wrong, such a mistake. The look on her face as she felt every thick inch Jay had sink inside her...broke him. It was too much—it was terror to him, his mouth dropped wide like he was watching her being killed. In some ways she was—the Maggie he knew being wiped away, replaced by a Maggie with experience, a woman who knew more now than she did this morning. An experienced adulteress sampling the flavor of another man, one who provided much more. He lost himself in the moment, forgot all the things that had brought him to this closet to watch. Forgot why he ever wanted this, forgot what was in it for him.

Maggie squinted, her lashes fluttered, she gasped feeling Jay breach her. Her mouth fell open like his but it was in ecstasy, in pleasure, she was enjoying how Jay felt. She liked another man, liked his body, liked his masculinity, liked his cock, liked the dirty things he said.

“Oh fuck, no, no, no,” he whispered, a sad quiet mantra as he sat and did nothing and watched another man fuck his fiancé without a condom.

***

The third penis she'd ever had was now inside her body. No condom. Bare hot skin muscling apart her membranes, making flatulent mucus sounds as she was spread like she had never been spread. He didn't hurt. She thought he might because he was so big. She couldn't be wetter though. She'd never, ever, ever been more aroused. She could feel his size but he made her full, not sore.

Her hands went over his body, touching his shoulders, his neck, feeling his muscle and his strength, exploring his fantasy body. The kind of body a girl dreamed of. It was hers. For the afternoon this body was hers to do with as she would. So she felt him while he slipped deep inside her. Her hands admiring every hard edge, every rock hard slab.

“Kiss me, Jay,” she said. “Kiss me while you fuck me.”

His lips came to her, took her and she held his head again between her hands. They kissed while he eased himself in and out of her. He was careful and considerate, moving with ease and his muscles danced under her hands. His cock stayed shallow, he didn't keep pounding deep, just gave her a wonderful fraction of what he had. In and out of her smooth shaved sex, each thrust bringing her heartbeat faster.

“Oh,” she said, gasping around his mouth now, suddenly overwhelmed with a rising pleasure. “Oh, whoa, oh Jay, you feel so fucking good...”

“Take it, Maggie, take me in that tight pussy...”

“You like it?”

“You're amazing, Maggie...amazing...you're so tight, so hot...”

“Fuck, oh Jay, oh, a little more,” she cried.

He gave it to her, gave it deeper and she liked it. He felt miles away from her Max. His body was steel, his cock was steel. He was full blood-pumping strong, muscular and hung—she couldn't believe she was having sex with him...she felt lucky.

Her eyes opened and took him in. His handsome face so close. Not her Max. His big traps and shoulders, her frail hands on them. The size of his cock in her—it felt foreign, felt wrong. He wasn't Max. No matter how amazing this was, this was wrong.

“You feel so good, Maggie,” he grumbled, “fuck, no condom, my cock touching your insides, you feel like heaven, Maggie.”

“Oh, Jay,” she cried, feeling herself sway, feeling Jay take her away again. Just like Max wanted. This was what her Max wanted. This was allowed.

“Fuck me, Jay,” she whispered, loud so Max could hear. “Jay, I can take it, fuck me, please...”

***

Max's hands covered his face and he watched the horror from between the V of his open fingers. “Oh no, Maggie,” he mumbled.

As ugly as it was, and despite the spike that was struck through his heart—like Jay's straight and hard cock was struck through his Maggie—the more he watched the more he was accustomed. Every thrust made his heart squeeze, her sexy sounds pushed his brow lower and he watched now through squinted eyes. Her pussy made wet protests, struggling to accommodate something of a size she wasn't used to. Her belly rolled with Jay's thrusts, heaving and roiling as the cock made magic inside her body. Got her sweating and gasping and squeaking.

“Oh Jay, oh Jay,” she squeaked now. Jay built his passion, his hips banging into her, slapping sounds filling her quiet room. The bed started to bounce. Maggie's legs climbed him, her ankles crossing over at his waist. “Oh, oh,” she moaned with his vigorous thrusts.

“Oh God,” she yelled and she balled her fists and she bumped his chest lightly. Her face squinted like she was hurting or struggling, she shook her head, her hair shaking around her face.

“Wait!” she hissed. “Wait,” again, a serious tone that slowed Jay.

“Are you okay?” he asked her. She scrunched her face up and she put her hands over to cover. “Maggie,” he said, “did I hurt you?” His hand peeled her fingers, but she resisted, wanting her face hidden. “What is it?” he said.

His hips pulled back and she took her hands away, her face was open and scared, but she stopped him. “No, don't take it out, no. Just wait,” she said. She reached between them, gripped his cock by the base and stopped him from pulling out.

“Whats going on?” he asked.

“Am I a bad girl?” she asked

He smiled and sucked her lower lip, said, “You're my bad, Maggie.”

“I have to confess something.”

“What?” he said, arms thrust into the mattress on either side of her, a smirk visible on his handsome face.

Her hands covered her flushing neck and she pushed her head back in the pillow, her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, pupils moving from side to side, thinking about something.

“I’m bad, aren't I?” she said again.

“Maggie...”

She spoke loudly then, said, “Jay, you and I have never had sex, right?”

“What? Maggie...”

“We haven't, right?”

“No...”

“But we...messed around...”

“Yeah...”

Her head rolled towards Max, not looking into the closet but facing his side of the room.

“Did I watch you masturbate?”

“Yeah,” he laughed.

“I did. Twice,” she said. “And I touched...held your balls too.”

“Yeah, you did, so?”

“That’s all we ever did?”

“Did we do something else?”

“I’m confessing my sins, Jay,” she said.

He laughed, “To who? God?”

“I’m...in a way I am looking for a sign...I want to know if that’s not okay...” She faced the closet, eyes wet and blinking, her face sombre like she was listening or waiting. Max’s heart pounded. His heart went to her. She was his good Maggie. She was just a sweet kid who was lost. At once he was consumed by love and joy for her. Then crashed, knowing he wouldn't confess his sin. He wouldn't tell her that he hid, watched her. He wouldn't tell her that he sat in the closet and watched her masturbate. Wouldn't tell her that the whole time he developed a plan to have her sleep with Jay it was like he was manipulating her. He had more information than she did. He preyed on her. Bent her own dirty curiosity to his perverted will, made his good Maggie spread her legs for another man. He was disgusted with himself. He was shit for doing this to her. He was lying if he thought it was for Maggie. This right now was for Max. Maggie was on her back with her legs up because of him. She might never have cheated.

He blew her a kiss because it was the only quiet thing he could think to do that had any meaning right now. He loved her so much.

“I forgive you,” Jay laughed. “You're absolved,” he kissed her cheek.

“Jay, I want...I want to fuck you every Thursday til I’m married.”

“What?” he laughed again.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to lie...”

“To who?”

“I guess to me...”

“What if I make you love me?” he said.

Her head spun on the pillow, looking him in his eyes, shock passed her face. “Jay!” she said.

Max was punched again. Every Thursday? Love? He was washed away by a typhoon of emotions. His cock surging, dripping all over Jessie's closet floor, his heart wrenched in a Jay-sized masculine fist. His Maggie so small, so vulnerable to this man. This man could take her, couldn't he? If he wanted Maggie, what would Max offer her that would keep her? Four years together? Was that enough? She was young, she had so much to learn. He'd given her a taste, what if she wanted more? What if she wanted to take more than a taste, what if she wanted the whole thing? Jay could take her...

Jay pulled his cock out and he helped Maggie to her knees in front of him, his big hands taking up most of her upper arm. “You're smart. You're beautiful. You're sexy. Talented. I've seen your work, Maggie. You think I'm here to fuck you? You think I go to other rooms and pose naked because I love the arts? I pose for the class and that's it. I don’t sleep around. I’m here to see you. Just being in the same room with you drives me wild...your smell...your skin. You make me so hard, Maggie. You make me crazy.” He kissed her then. Pulled her bewildered face to his and kissed her and she gave herself to him, closed her eyes and let him do it.

They kissed a while, Maggie coming to her senses slowly, pushing him back. “No, Jay, no,” she said softly. “No, Jay, just sex, okay? Just sex...”

He smiled, but Maggie didn't smile back. She lowered from his grip and he let her go. She sat back on her heels and she held his cock, stroked it, looking up in his eyes. “Just sex,” she repeated, then put her mouth on him. Two hands on his shaft, moving up and down, her mouth working over his glans.

“Ah, Maggie,” he groaned and he held her head in his hands, eased himself back now too, sitting his ass on her bed, putting one foot down on the floor and giving Max a perfect view of how big he was. His balls sat on Maggie's bed, his cock thrust up from between his legs, Maggie's hands struggling with it, her head bobbing up and down on him. She came off and licked her lips, her fist coming up and polishing the head of his cock while she looked in his eyes. “Just sex,” she said again. Convincing herself now, he worried.

“Oh no, Maggie,” Max whispered. “Just sex, Maggie. I love you.”

Jay smiled, condescending and confident, she still licked at her lips, her eyes scared, watching him. He sat straight, grabbed her legs just above her knee and rolled her on to her back. Her legs came up in the air and he spread them, got himself in place, walking his knees up close to her, his cock swinging and wagging. Maggie lay back and he took her feet and put them on his chest, licked his thumb and he slipped it inside her pussy and Maggie smiled, put her head back on the pillow. “That’s it,” she said.

His back muscles rippled as he worked his thumb into her, making her pussy make wet popping sounds. He pulled his thumb out and leaned over her, her knees bending up to her chest, feet still planted on his slab of a chest. He fed his thumb to her. She sucked it. Pouted her lips on it and tasted her own juices on him. His other hand gripped his cock and he pushed it back into her and she gasped loudly around his thumb. Her toes dug into his flesh. He fucked her again, easily, watching her as she still suckled her own dew off him.

“So fucking sexy, Maggie,” he said.

“Am I?” she squeaked.

He plunged himself deep into her making her cry out a wild sound that made Max’s eyes go wide.

“Oh, angh, oh,” she sighed. He held both her hands, put his fingers through hers, then, in one purposeful movement, he rolled onto his back, pulling Maggie with him, holding her hands, feet on his chest and his cock still buried inside her.

“Oh, ah, Jay, ah,” she cried as she rode his moving body and ended up sitting on him. His cock couldn’t be deeper. She sat with her whole weight on him. Her feet on his chest, not on the bed, her hands in his, not supporting her. Every pound of her bodyweight skewered her pussy onto his weapon. He couldn’t believe she took it. Couldn’t believe that thing would fit inside his little skinny Maggie. He touched his own cock and it leaped again, made more mess for Jessie.

Maggie rolled her hips now, her head turned up, every tendon in her neck flexed and showing. Her toes clenched as she twisted on the huge cock she had inside her. She moaned and whimpered as she fucked him.

“That’s it, Maggie,” he encouraged her. “You feel so good, feel so damn good...”

“Ah,” she said, her face squinting. She rode him like that for a while, smacking sounds coming from between them, her rolling, Jay holding her hands. When she couldn’t take it anymore her feet came off him and planted onto the bed on either side of his waist, her hands left his and walked backwards down his hard body til she grabbed his thighs. Max shook his head at her, seeing her figure out what she wanted and how to get it. She fucked Jay now. Her feet and her hands planted, she used her hips to ride up and down his long shaft. From this angle Max could see her hole wrapped tight around his girth, saw her pink flesh ripple and roll, saw her insides turn outside around Jay’s massive cock. She rode him high up his shaft then dove til he was deep.

“Oh fuck, Maggie,” Jay growled, his own face squinting, baring his teeth. Jay had a point blank view of sexy Maggie. Got to see her pussy swallow his cock. Up and down, over and over. Energetic thrusting completely under her control. Every time she thrust her hips up to the ceiling and Jays shining wet cock was revealed Max couldn’t believe that it had been inside her, but it was, and then she plunged it back in. She fucked him til her skin was shining like Jay’s cock. Sweat formed on her, made her porcelain skin shine in the sunlight.

“Oh, ah, ah, aungh,” she chanted with each thrust now. Fucking Jay to make herself come.

“Come for me, Maggie, come on that dick...come on it...”

“Oh Jay, you’re so good, you’re so big...I can’t take it...”

“You’re taking it, Maggie...get that dick, get it...it’s yours...”

“Yeah, that’s my dick,” she whispered, plunging him all the way again, shooting forward now, her knees on the bed, getting face to face with him, her hair whipping around Jay’s neck.

Her little butt shook and squeezed while she rode him looking in his eyes now. She had the cutest little round butt and she let it bounce up and down and she squirmed and wriggled on Jay. Her head went up and down, her hair swinging, her little tits hung down and jiggled, Jay covered them with his strong hands and he said, “Come Maggie, I want to feel you come...come for me...show me how you come on my cock...”

“Ah!” she yelled, thrust her face up so Jay could see her expression when she came. She looked in pain and pleasure, teeth bared, eyes squinted, face snarling but eyebrows high and peaceful. She was off somewhere else in her mind while her body was wracked with pleasure going through her in waves. It was intense. Max grabbed his chest. Watching his Maggie come had made him out of breath. His heart hammered and his ears rang. She was so incredible. He was back to feeling good again. Rooting for her. “That’s it, Maggie,” he whispered, “oh baby, you’re so beautiful when you come...”

“Oh Jay,” she sighed and gasped, “Jay, Jay.” Her head whipped forward, slashed his skin with her hair. She thrust it back again with her hand sweeping it up and away, over her back. She looked in Jay’s eyes again and she kissed him.

It stabbed him. Too intimate. But she was just overwhelmed. She was kissing the man who just made her come. That was biology.