by KT Morrison
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 breasts, 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 Jay’s 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.
Chapter Fifteen
Tickles
Thursday, September 21st
Biggest orgasm of her life. Not that you could measure them. Most memorable she would have to say. The most incredible sexual experience of her life. Everything about it turned her on to the point she was electrified. Jay’s body, his face, his accomplishments, his physical ability, his upbringing, his intelligence, his dirty talk, the passion he had, yes, the size of his cock too—all of it together led her down a path that was ended at a cliff ledge. She’d stepped off happily and plummeted, not knowing what was at the bottom, but while it gave her tummy the flips it brought a smile across her face that couldn’t be wider. Jay was incredible. He lay under her now, his eyes twinkling in the light, his long lashes winking at her. A smile coming along those sultry lips of his. He was so handsome. She put her hands on his hard chest.
“Wow,” she gasped.
“I could watch you come all day long.”
“Wow,” she said again. “Not like that, no...I feel dizzy...”
He sat up. She sunk into his lap, his cock sliding deep again, like it was right up in her tummy, putting an imaginary lump in her throat. “Oh,” she said.
His hands smoothed her rump and he kissed her. They made out, sitting like that and it felt wonderful. Their mouths rocking on each other, his cock moving gently in and out of her, his hands shaping her movement on him, pushing and rolling her hips onto his cock. When he got close they grew more slippery. His cock leaking inside her like Max’s would when he was close. He got to his knees with her clinging to him and he lay her on her back, their mouths still locked and sucking.
“Come inside me, Jay,” she whispered in his ear.
“You’re on the pill?”
“I am,” she said.
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“You sure?”
“Jay...” she softly chastised him, her fingers scratching his neck playfully. “Come for me...I want to feel you come inside me.”
He sucked on her lips, and she clamped him with her thighs, her hands scratching at his scalp. He fucked her. Hard, then slow, faster...she thought she might come again, her heart was racing, then, when she encouraged him again, whispered, “Come Jay, come,” he stiffened. The muscles of his back turned to rock and she reached up under his arms and scratched them as he thrust deeply again and again. His steely cock flexed inside her, cables bulged at her entrance and she felt him pulsing his seed deep inside her. “Oh, that’s it, that’s it, Jay,” she whispered to him, then louder for Max, “I feel it so deep, I feel you coming, Jay, I feel it, uh...it’s so much...”
It was too. He kept spurting his hot tickles up inside her, over and over, and she felt herself overflowing. She clamped his waist tight between her legs and moaned.
Jay thrust deep and he shook, his sweaty body trembling as he pushed his last drops into her. He was rigid, frozen and she polished his hard shining back. His stomach was sucked in, rippled with bunched flesh, he wasn’t breathing. His cock flexed and pumped. Finally he exhaled in a storm, a growl and a roar escaping him and he collapsed on her.
“Oh fuck, Jay,” she laughed. “You are incredible.”
He laughed too, and groaned into her neck. His hand came between them, slipped over her belly and he held the base of his cock and eased it out of her.
“Ew, oh,” she protested feeling him slide out. She was slick from his copious seed and her own excitement, but it still felt uncomfortable to have him pulling out of her.
“Ahh,” she sighed as his tip fell free. She felt a belch from her sex and warm semen seeping into the seam of her ass. She clamped her thighs shut as he lay next to her.
Her hands came to cover her face, she breathed into her palms.
“Fuck me every Thursday?” he laughed.
She moaned into her hands, listened to her breaths score through her palms. She took them away, said, “Yeah. Okay?”
He rolled to his side and he caressed her cheek and ran some wet hair off behind her ear. He said, “I’ll be here.”
“Jay? I...can I be alone?”
“No, Maggie, lay with me...”
“No, Jay,” she said. “I can’t. Please? I did something so wrong. I want to be alone.”
“Maggie, let me hold you...”
His muscular arms came to her, one going over her chest and holding her. She put her hands up and stopped it.
“Jay. Please go. I’m okay. Look at me...” She turned her head in her pillow and her eyes met his. “I need to be alone or I’m going to lose it.”
Their eyes held and she didn’t look away. She bored her gaze into his, her eyes serious but peaceful. She wanted him to go. She wasn’t mad.
He read her. His posture softened and he caressed her cheek again. He kissed her lips and she let him but she was stiffer now.
“You okay?” he said again.
“Yeah. See you Thursday?”
He nodded. Looking a little dejected, a little sullen but he would leave. He sat up and scooted himself to the edge of the bed, his feet touching down on her floor. She watched him breathe, that big wide back heave slowly as his own excitement waned. She touched him, reached out and put her hand on his shoulder and said, “Thank you, Jay.”
Max was going to fucking explode if this guy didn't get the fuck out of here. What was he doing? She said he should go. Max streamed slippery discharge down his shaft into the puddle he’d made on poor Jessie’s closet floor. Still Jay sat there. Looking out the window, handsome face lit by the afternoon sun coming in. Maggie lay on her back still with her hands over her face. It’s fine, she’s fine, just go, already!
Jay stood up then, his cock wet from Max’s fiancée. Still full and engorged but hanging heavy now, deflating. Maggie peered at him between her fingers. Max felt hurt knowing what she was seeing. Looking up at her handsome and hung lover. His seed swelling in her crevasse right now, her pussy satiated by his big hard cock. They looked like lovers after a lunchtime tryst. But he knew Maggie wanted Jay gone and he wanted it too.
Jay kissed her forehead and then he got dressed. Maggie watched him between her fingers, whispered, “Sorry, Jay.”
Jay was smiling now for her. A pretend sort of thing. Apparently not happy he was asked to leave but at least he was going.
Jay got his clothes and shoes on, collected his book bag and he paused at the door. He said, “You’re incredible too. You know that, Maggie?”
She nodded, hands still over her face.
“Incredible,” he repeated and he opened the door and left, closing it quietly behind him.
Max charged out of the closet on all fours. Totally naked, cock shining with his own lubrication. He was on his feet by the time he got to the door. He locked it.
Turned then and saw his Maggie. The woman he loved. She was changed. But he loved her. Loved her just the same. She was on the bed, thighs clamped tight, hands over her face, watching him now through the triangular spaces between her fingers. He clambered to the bed.
She was crying. Her narrow eyes wet and glistening.
“Show me,” he said.
Her knees raised slow, stayed pressed together, his hand stroking the top of her foot. Then she opened her legs, let them fall wide enough so he could see. Her sex was abused and reddened, her labia puffed and stretched, sitting out from that sweet cleft he’d carefully shaved for Jay. She flexed her tummy and Jay’s seed bubbled from her and streamed out of that pink slit that was entirely Max’s.
“The woman I’m going to marry is the campus slut,” he said in a low and serious voice.
Her hands came away. Their eyes met and Max witnessed her nipples bunch. Harden from his abusive words.
“Maggie is the campus slut,” he repeated. She brushed her tears and a smile tugged at her.
“Max,” she whispered. He climbed up on top of her with anxious energy. Felt his skin press to hers, felt his cock slide all over her dirtied belly and between her legs. He kissed her and she gave it back. Kissed him like she was in love, kissed him like they’d been apart a whole semester while she was in Rome. Kissed like they missed each other and needed each other more than air. He gulped and swallowed her tongue, she kissed him and her teeth bit at his flesh. They both grunted and groaned and their hands went over one another.
“You little slut,” he whispered next to her ear.
She whispered, “Fuck your little slut.”
His hand went down and touched her slippery hole, felt how wet Jay had left her, felt how slippery she was. He said, “You are a little whore.”
She said, “I’m full of his come, Max. I’m so bad.”
He kissed his way down her chest and over her belly, and she cried in anticipation. Her nails clawed at his head and through his hair, at once wanting to stop him and at the same time doing absolutely nothing to stop him. His mouth went over her hood, his tongue darted under her clit, scooped it up into his mouth and he pulled it from her body, took it and the surrounding flesh into his mouth and like that he made his Maggie come. She came so hard she pounded her fists into the mattress again. “Oh Max, oh Max,” she gasped over and over, and her thighs clapped his ears so hard they rang. He laughed, blowing bubbles in the mess Jay had left and he got on all fours over top of her. She smiled at him in the sunlight, his face shining from her union with her lover. They stared at each other for a second that seemed an eternity then his lust won over and he took his cock and he slipped it up inside her. His tight Maggie stretched and filled by Jay, and he slipped into her with no resistance. She gasped just the same.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he laughed.
“He fucked me so well, Max. God, can he fuck.”
“You were amazing, Maggie,” he said and thrust himself through her wetness.
“Fuck me, Max, fuck me...”
He roared like he’d never come before in his life and it was new and it was huge. He scared himself. He bellowed and growled as he launched everything in him up inside the woman he would marry. She clawed his back and she dug her heels into his thighs. She hissed “Yes-ss, yes-ss, yes-ss,” over and over as she felt his cock shooting inside her.
Epilogue
“You hungry?” he asked her.
She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. He turned nervously and watched her profile.
They were both naked, shoulder to shoulder on her double dorm room bed. Sunlight streamed from the window and lit her up, glowing, from her breasts down. He was in shade except for his feet.
“Maggie?”
“Yeah?”
“Is something wrong?”
His stomach flipped as he watched her eyeballs look around. All the lust was drained from him. He’d been emptied. Now he was a guy who had spied on his fiancée, lied to her, convinced her to fuck another man. She'd taken Jay. Really done it. She'd had life-changing sex. She'd seen her Max at his most lascivious. His most base. He felt small and disgusting.
Finally, she said, “I’m not a slut, am I? You don't think that, do you?” She spoke the question fearfully to the room, eyes turned up to the sunlight. Now her head eased slowly on her pillow, turning her face to meet his. The sun cast a daub of afternoon light along her high smooth cheekbone. She blinked at him with exigency. His hand held her, along her neck, his thumb on her jaw.