Maggie 2.16 (Patreon)

Martin and Carol would freak the fuck out. Without a doubt. What would Martin do? Would Martin get physical? He could see it. See it play out in his mind. Imagined himself finding his own future-daughter fucking two guys in his house while he slept. Laughing at him. So disrespectful. He would be furious.

“Guys...” he said.

Maggie kissed Cole on the lips, up on her tip-toes to do it.

“Come on,” she whispered then, and they both laughed. Hopped across the room, her tight little body giving a shake when her feet touched down. Cole's erection wagging. They ran to the door and bold Cole opened it and looked around the hall. Stuck his head out, looked left and right.

Came back in and said, “Coast is clear.” He took her hand, said to Max, “Come on, Max. This is fucking exciting.” He guided Maggie past him, said to her, “Ladies first,” and she stepped nervously into the hall, covering her breasts and putting a hand over her crotch. She looked up and down the hall.

Cole looked back to him, deviously closing the door, said, “How much would you give me to lock her out right now?”

“Don't,” Max said, his worried face pinching down. More worried.

“I’m kidding, buddy. Come with us...”

Then Maggie reached in, one thin arm coming through the doorway and her hand holding Cole’s cock. She pulled him out to the hall by his manhood. They were both giggling.

“Guys, wait...” he said. He pulled his pants up and made his way to the door quickly. He peeked around the edge of the door.

They were being quiet but he could still hear them. Watched their two gray-blue bodies trot on the hardwood floor in bare feet. Maggie's tight little butt working next to Cole’s. Cole slapped her ass with an open hand and she yelped, grabbed both her cheeks, and as they disappeared down the hall into the darkness he caught one last glimpse of his fiancée as she glanced over her shoulder at Cole. Her face was happy, eyes bright, biting her lower lip like she always did. Having fun without him.

He groaned. The pain was so deep and so profound. Her moving away from him so symbolic. Laughing and carefree with another man. Another man could make her happy. She didn't need her Max. He rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes until he saw blobs of light. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Why did he ever hide in that closet? Maybe she would have cheated on him. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she would have just done it once and had so much remorse she never would have strayed again. Maybe he never would have even known about it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, thumped his forehead with a balled fist.

God, his cock was hard and upright, his belly ached with sexual tension. The thought of them down there having fun without him was killing him. He could picture her face like he’d last seen it, down there with Cole enjoying his body, appreciating his sexuality. Cole was appreciating hers. Delivering boldly the thing she had point blank asked him yesterday afternoon with his finger up her pussy. An exorcism. She needed it. Her fiancé was the one to give it. Not Cole. He could be there, but Maggie...was his Maggie. She fucking superseded his fear of her parents.

Or, should he help her see the light...was she sick? ...Did she need help? His guidance would be a benefit here, help her see that this was so wrong, so dangerous, not worth the risk.

Fuck, maybe if he knew Maggie he would see it was worth the risk.

“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,” he moaned and whined. Undid his zipper, slipped his pants off. Kicked them farther into her room. He covered his throbbing hardness with both hands, stood naked in the archway of her door, looking up and down the dark hall. He stepped both feet into the hall. This was it. God, shit. If he got caught...

He slipped down the hall, his bare feet making wet sounds that echoed lightly off the concrete, steel, and glass, the big high ceilings having a lot of fun bouncing it around out of his reach. He stepped more lightly, feeling bolder, feeling excited, feeling like he would make Maggie happy when he showed up for her naked. He stuck to the wall, though if the lights came on there would be nowhere to hide he still felt safer. His scrotum grazed his hand, balls completely gone, so frightened by what he was doing they checked out. Didn't want to be a part of this at all. His cock, on the other hand, was completely on board. Throbbing and pulsing in his hand as he trotted along. Jesus, this was fucking insane, but as long as he pictured Maggie's face when he showed up he could get through this.

Passing the closed guest room door, where he and Cole should be if they were sane, he got a great idea.

* * *

Maggie didn’t think the could go through with it. Not without her Max. She needed him.

She said to Cole, “Is he going to come? ...Do you think? ...”

“Don’t worry, Maggie,” he answered. “I’ll give you what you need.”

They stood in the center of the private music hall her father had the architects design for their house. It was built while they were still in Holland. Wanted to make sure that his son and daughter were supported in the pursuit of music with which her mother obsessed.

Cole kissed her. Took her face in both his hands and turned up her face. She kissed him back. Took his thick cock in both her hands and stroked it for him while they made out. Cole was a good kisser. Passionate and seductive. He’d just about killed her today with all his dirty mind games. She wanted to go again. Wanted to do it right here on this cold floor. But wanted Max to be there with her.

She sighed as Cole’s hands slipped down her back, and over her waist. He smoothed them over her and she hoped he liked what he felt. Danced with him, swayed her body against his, kissing and stroking. He cupped her ass, pulled her against him and she put her hands up to his neck now.

Moaned as his finger stroked her pussy from behind, his thumb pressing up between her cheeks and against her anus. Then he lifted her. Fast and swift, and she jerked her legs up for support. Her knees shot up to his waist and her feet instinctively locked behind him so she wouldn't slip down.

“That’s my Maggie,” he said, looking in her eyes. His finger stroked at her, dipping deeper into her creases.

“What about Max?” she said.

“His fault for not coming. He’s going to miss out.”

“I want him to be here.”

Cole just smiled. She realized, with his eyes narrowed on hers, that he was capable of meanness.

She felt it then. The plump glans of his cock penetrating her while she was spread.

“Oh shit,” she gasped. “Oh Cole...”

“You like that?”

“Oh shit, yeah,” she said. “Okay...”

He stood with her wrapped on him, sunk his cock inside her, her body weight settling it deeply. He was big. She really felt it like this. Thicker than Jay though Jay had never taken her in a position like this.

“Oh Cole, your cock feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck, Maggie, you dirty talker, God, I never knew you were like this.”

“I didn’t either,” she laughed.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good on my cock. I’m going to fuck you every day.”

“You are?” she squeaked, a giggle coming with it.

“Fuck, yes. I want to be in this pussy every fucking day.”

“Just until my wedding,” she said. “Ah, mm, that’s it...”

He eased deep and started stroking. Spread her and gave a full feeling in her. A high pain once, then it settled, and she could just enjoy the feeling of him opening her wide.

“You like it like this?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded her head.

There was a sound in the hall. It came from the stairs. She squeezed Cole with her arms and her pussy. “Wait, wait, wait,” she hissed. Never thinking she would actually be caught, now hearing a noise, she was panicking.

She hugged him. They stood still.

Someone was there. Something moved in the dark. It grew closer and she could see its pale form, arms and legs.

“Max?” she whispered in Cole’s ear, hoping and praying it was him. She couldn’t see his head, just the ghostly white movement of limbs.

“What the fuck?” Cole whispered.

She bristled, unsure what was coming. Then she laughed. Cole shook under her too as he figured it out.

A naked man stood in the concrete arch at the hall, one step higher than the music room. Naked, erect, iPhone in one hand. Over his head he had the blazing black-eyed raven, one hand shakily holding it in place.