Maggie, Book 1, Chapter 17

Max watched Maggie grip Jay’s cock with both hands and marvel at it. She held it in two fists, another handful poking beyond the top hand, his flared head like a bursting knot. She stroked him. He was so big. Fuck. Max touched himself. He said he wouldn't but he was going to scream in here.

As soon as he held his own cock, he twitched and spasmed, spewed hot clear fluid over his knuckles. He didn't stroke himself. Just held it and watched his Maggie.

She used both hands, eyes narrow and sultry, looking at this totem in her grip. “God,” she sighed, “it's huge...”

She kissed it.

He shook his head in bewilderment. It was unprovoked. Sudden. She stroked and watched, then leaned and pressed her lips right to the top side of his glans. Pouting lips pressing on that disgusting and so private part of another man. Oh Maggie. You're a dirty girl. She stroked and watched, kissed again, lower. Held it, squeezed it, her fingers flexing and feeling. His girth almost too much for her grip. Then her tongue darted out, licked him. Pressed its glistening pink shape to his top side, swiped up, rippling over the flange of his head, then she put the tip in her mouth. Sucked on him. Just the head, her mouth working, her cheeks going in as she gave him some pressure, plunged a little, then she chickened out and she was the Maggie he knew, shy again, looking at his cock like she just woke up and was surprised by what was in her hands.

Jay sat up, lifted her to face him, her on her knees next to him, sitting on her heels. He kissed her again. More aggressively now. Mouth open, sucking and pulling on her lip, pulling her bottom lip right out, pinched with his teeth. She'd gone ecstatic again, glazed eyes watching. His hand took hers and put it on his cock, held it on his shaft and used her little hand inside his to jerk himself. She let him, her pale hand going up and down, smothered under his masculine grip. His hand stroked her thighs, touched her between her legs and she sighed into his mouth. He grabbed her sigh with a kiss, rose, loomed, pressed her backwards, and she fell on to her bed, her head thumping into the center of her pillow.

“Oh Jay,” she sighed, suddenly surprised by her predicament. She thought they'd play, but Max knew Jay would fuck her. She would let him too. He knew it. The sounds of her wetness between her legs told him that.

“Wait,” she said.

He took her objection with his mouth, on top of her on his hands and knees, nudging her thighs to part. Maggie parted her thighs. She blurted objection around his kisses, frail little sissy sounds that wouldn't stop Jay. Her hands stroked his cock. Both of them, his monster pointed up between them; she was trembling with excitement. She shook her mouth from him now, looked fearfully into his eyes.

“Jay, no...I’m engaged...”

Her hands still stroked him, her chest heaved, her nipples stretched from her.

His hand gripped her neck, making her squawk, he kissed her again, drew his hips back, the tip of his cock in the middle of her thighs now. She still held him, gripped him tight, stopping him from putting it where he wanted.

“No,” she cried, “no...”

“Maggie,” he smiled, thrusting his hips, fucking her hands. They stared into each other's eyes again. “Maggie, you know you want it.”

“I can’t,” she whispered.

He chuckled, a confident, mean sort of sound, kissed her again, then down her neck. She gave his cock up, her arms lifted up over her head, up to the headboard, stretching and exposing herself to him. She moaned and writhed as he sucked on her breasts again.

“Oh God,” Max sighed in his closet. He was sweating now. A pulsing ache coming up between his legs, from his prostate up to the tip of his cock. “Oh Maggie...”

Jay sucked her flesh, sucked her belly, his tongue dipping into her little belly button making her squirm in ecstasy under him, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Lower he went, lower down to where she once had hair, and he had Maggie jerking with anticipation.

“Oh Jay, oh, no...please...no,” her objections waning, her hungry pussy dominating her desires now, consuming her resolve, burning it to the ground. Wanting desperately to feel this man’s mouth taste her juices, part her with his tongue.

“Oh no, Jay,” she sighed, “no, that’s too...oh,” she gasped as he touched her with his tongue. Max could see Jay’s wide tongue swipe along his Maggie's pink stripe, so wet, so eager. “Oh!”

She was rocked, her tummy fluttering, her breasts shaking. Her breath stuttered and her hand came down at an easy pace, ran over Jay's head, she said, “No, Jay, please, don’t...oh, that’s for my boyfriend...”

Jay persisted, one hand gripped her thigh, his fingertips pressing deep into her sensitive inner flesh, his other hand came between her legs, taking two fingers and stroking her while he explored her with his tongue. His tip, tickling, undulating, laying flat and smoothing up over her hood, coming back down again to tickle at her button. He slipped a finger in her. Just a little, barely inside her. His Maggie clenched, writhing still, her little hips dancing on her bed, her bare legs squirming with her lover's touch.

“Oh Jay, oh stop, oh...this is so wrong...oh please...”

That finger sunk a little deeper and she cried her objection higher, more breathy, but just as weak. Jay was smiling, watching his finger work deeper inside her. His hips gently rocked into her bed, humping his cock against her mattress, his big thing sideways up his belly, slipping along her sheets. He wanted his Maggie to be fucked by him. Wanted to see his Maggie's face when she took that thing. Felt a real man fuck her.

Jay worked her, he penetrated Maggie. One finger first. Max’s once protesting fiancé now eager to feel his thick finger deep inside her, he toyed with her clit, his tongue tip flicking and dancing on her. One finger became two; two thick fingers on his big wrestling hands shoved deep inside her tight hole. Her pink folds squirmed against him. Max could see the light from the window slip and squiggle across her wetness. She was so eager. She didn't want this but her body did. Her body was so hungry. Her fists formed white knuckles as she clenched his blonde clumps of hair, her hands shook as she went out of her mind at what he was doing to her. So wrong, so taboo, cheating on her fiancé, being finger-fucked by the hottest guy she'd ever seen, the man she loved watching it all, hiding and cheering for her.

She bucked. Her hips shooting off the bed and bumping Jay's lips, which he just clamped then tighter on her. Her eyes fluttered and she croaked. Another man made his fiancé come. Another man had played with her pussy, had riled her heart til it exploded in ecstasy.

Her hands lifted off his head, thrust onto her bedsheets and grabbed handfuls of bedding, gripping it until she shook, twisting and wrenching, her face screwing up like she was in pain, her mouth working to say something, no sound...then she burst an exhale, a string of silvery spit flailing from her lips, and on to her chin. “Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, her body relaxing, her breaths coming now urgent and out of control. Her sweaty chest heaved in and out, her ribs pressed her skin, her tummy sucked flat.

“Oh Jay, oh, that...oh...incredible,” she stumbled. She covered her face with her hands.

Jay gave her no time, crawling up her body and peeling them away. He kissed her lips again. Smiling and confident, his cock laying on her belly. They made out. Kissing, arms around one another, hands feeling, smoothing, grabbing. They twisted and rolled in the sheets. A building passion. Maggie wasn't going to say no. She couldn't. He was too hot, and she was too wet. They wrestled for control. Playing. Kissing and biting at their mouths, their flesh, each other's nipples. His cock dragged all over his Maggie's body and she loved it. Loved it being pressed to her body. She grabbed it and stroked it, pressed it against him with her belly.

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She wanted Jay to fuck her so bad. Her brain was screaming frantically. Rolling with him in her bed was incredible. His body was so hard and so masculine. He was so aroused. His cock touched her all over and she loved its heat and hardness on her skin. She kissed at his chin. It was broad. Solid. She held his cock in her left hand, stroked it. So thick and wide, even at the tip. Max's came to a point. She pressed it downward, had to shoot her hips back to get it between them. She raised a leg and let his cock slip between her thighs. She thought she was going to die. Her heart beating a Royal Tattoo in her chest, her vision shook itself blurry with the excitement. She could feel his cock against her sex. Felt the hard back of it press up against her hot wet flesh. She moaned into Jay's kiss. He thrust it through the wet space where her thighs met her sex, and she felt his kiss turn to a smile. She smiled too, point blank, their eyes just inches apart. Like boyfriend and girlfriend. So intimate, so personal. She humped him roughly while she held his gaze. Flicked her sex across him, shoved her belly against his hard stomach, making herself grunt. His cock slipped and slid on her, she could feel the end of it parting her ass cheeks he was so long. What would this feel like inside her?

“Maggie, you feel so fucking good.”

“Jay,” she sighed, “oh, you feel so amazing...”

His hand swept her waist, went behind and grabbed her ass. Squeezed her hard. His finger probed from behind and they looked in each other's eyes as he slid a finger into her anus. Her eyes narrowed but she kept them open. Her mouth fell wide. She was lost in it. Didn't notice that he'd angled his hips and the point of his glans pressed her folds now, mushed and spread her pussy.

“Oh Jay, oh no, Jay, no...”

“Yes, Maggie, you want it, don't fight it.”

“Am I bad? Am I a bad person?” she cried.

“Do you feel bad?”

“Yeah,” she gasped.

“You are bad...you're so bad, Maggie...that's what I like. I like my bad Maggie.”

“I'm bad?” she gasped, her hips wriggling, making the huge head of his cock swirl in the pouch of hot nestled folds, threatening to part her, threatening to sink inside her. She could do it. Max wanted it.

“You're my bad girl,” he laughed and slipped his finger in and out of her little anus.

“Oh Jay, ah, that's incredible...God, your cock feels so amazing.”

She opened her legs wide like a butterfly's wings, her ass showing to the closet, her lover's cock clearly visible, stroking its immense size over her pussy, her lover's finger clearly sunk up her ass. She wanted Max to see her, see how bad she was. See that she was Jay's bad girl.

“Put the head of your cock inside me,” she said.

He smiled wide, eyes sly and narrow. He groaned and he pressed it in.

“Oh no,” she said, changing her mind, “no, don't, I can't.”

“Mm,” he chuckled, “Maggie, Maggie, don't fight it. You're going to make this last forever. We're going to fuck. Maggie, I'm going to fuck you. You want me to fuck you.” He sunk himself deeper. He felt so good. So wrong, but so amazing. He was not Max. He didn't have Max's cock. He had Jay's cock and she liked Jay's cock. It felt so different. Not like her Max at all. Big, thick, just the glans was spreading her, pushing her lips wide. Not painful, he didn't hurt, he just felt so good.

“You feel so good, Jay,” she said. “You feel so big.”

“You like it?” he said, holding himself inside her. Not plunging just letting her muscles squeeze at the little he gave her.

“You feel so different than my boyfriend. So much bigger.”

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Yeah,” she said. “A little more.”

He gave her a little more. Let her feel some more of his shaft. The shape of his flared glans pushed through her like a swollen knot. She could feel the edges of it spread her wet insides.

“Okay, that's it, Jay, no more, please, I can't...”

“It's already in you, Maggie. What does it matter?”

“It matters, Jay. This is okay. I'm not cheating yet.”

He dragged it out and she gasped, “No,” and he plunged it back in, the same depth he'd withdrawn. “Ah, oh,” she cried. “Oh, again...again.”

He did it again. Pulled back an inch and plunged an inch. She was begging for more.