Maggie 4.4 (Patreon)

The skin of his scrotum crawled, his balls scrambled up inside his body. His scalp tingled, pins and needles stabbed at his fingers, toes, and across the back of his neck. He had to catch the word No from jumping past his lips. They headed right to him. Willing himself to sink low into the dirt, he condensed to the tiniest form his human body would take; nestled under a cedar tree, its bough lay across his neck, and sheltered him well.

But they would pass into the woods just a few feet from him, and he wore a navy coat and tan pants, not exactly camo, not exactly a ninja. Hands forming claws in the dirt, he wondered how mad Jay would be when he found some creep in the woods who’d obviously been spying on him and his girl. Would Maggie interject right away? Would she admit she knew him at all? What would she tell Jay?

“Fuck,” he mouthed silently, his mouth shaping it as a scream, his head shaking with fright. He bowed his head as he heard them draw closer; their feet in the grass, their light banter, his Maggie’s pretty voice, engaged in familiar conversation with another man… discussing the things they were doing... were going to do...

It clutched him. The fear, the lust, the hurt, the jealousy, the abounding love—all too much for his heart. He wanted to explode, wanted to scream, wanted his insides to burst from his flesh and just not have any feelings anymore of any kind. He wanted peace...

Their footsteps passed. Jay said something that made her giggle. They had gone from his left to his right, passed right by him, heading deeper into the woods. They crushed leaves and snapped twigs, oblivious. His head raised, and he saw their backs. A bough swayed and danced right in front of him.

As they had passed from the grassy field into the bush one of them must have swung the bough wide, holding it open like a door, probably Gentleman Jay. It would have concealed where he hid.

“Holy shit,” he whispered and put a hand over his heart. It pounded away in a frenzy. That had been close.

Maggie and Jay worked their way through the paths beaten between the trees, having to duck occasionally and Jay parting more boughs for Maggie to pass. Their voices grew distant and soon they descended the ravine, their bodies getting lower and lower as they made their way near the stream. Then they slipped from sight and it was quiet again.

Rising, he watched where they had gone; stood then, kicked his legs out. Stiff and sore after yesterday’s workout with Cole, sharp pain also shot through his elbows and shoulder joints. A few feet down the path they had taken he paused, wondering if this was a good idea anymore. The fear of being discovered, the closeness of that last call, froze him in his tracks. Should he push his luck?

“Why not?” he said to himself angrily. Maggie belonged to him. If she was cheating on him he was allowed this. Even if he watched with hatred, this voyeurism was understandable. If she cheated, and he watched with hatred and yet something else, something wild and libertine, that was just as acceptable. Maggie was his. She belonged to him. She wore his ring. He was allowed to watch.

Now indignant he traced their steps to the top of the ridge. Looking down he saw the stream, a path that led that way, see-sawing like a switchback til it came to the steep embankment that dropped to the fast-moving water. No sign of them. The noises they made were inaudible. The rushing stream broke across a long line of rocks, dropping a few feet over them, gurgling and splashing. Skewing to the left, he looked right, worked his way across the trail, not along it, going toward the stream in a straight line. He found them.

They were close together, standing under the spreading branches of an oak tree. Long branches reached out over the water, and it fluttered pale yellow leaves. The ground they stood on was tall timothy grass that came up to their thighs. Behind them, between their bodies and the water, was a slab of granite in gray and pale pink. It was rounded, boulder shaped, roughly the size of a compact car. It sat as high as their knees, wedged into the embankment, one-half in the earth, one-half in the water, waves lapping against its side.

Maggie leaned with her back against the massive tree trunk. Jay loomed over her, one hand on her hip, on hand over her shoulder and planted on the tree. She looked up into his eyes, and they talked. Jay made her laugh.

Jay eyed his own hand, moving lazily, dropping from her waist down to her thigh, and pinching the hem of her skirt.

Maggie stopped talking, and she regarded Jay’s face. The hem of the skirt was lifted, her bare milky thighs revealed. Higher it rose, showing more and more. There was an ache in his stomach and his balls now. This hurt like nothing he'd ever felt. Maggie bit her lips as her bare pussy was revealed to daylight and the fall breeze. Jay’s hand slipped under her skirt, letting it fall to cover him as his hand worked between her legs. Maggie parted for him. One hand gripping his wrist, she jostled as she planted her legs wider, letting her boyfriend get access to the most private part of her body.

Slowly now her hands were moving, coming together again at the button of Jay's jeans. Their lips pressed, the two of them rocking against one another. The zipper was drawn down, her hand went into his fly once more. This time, after a long moment at work behind the denim, she drew his erection out. Maggie stroked it lightly with one hand. It stuck out from his fly, partly hidden in his jeans, but still impressively large, especially from this distance where he could see it proportion to the rest of his body, Maggie’s body, Maggie's hand. Twice as long as her fist, easily. Another hand length hidden behind the fly of his opened jeans.

Max settled down while he viewed them. Two lovers hiding away from it all, looking for a little unscheduled quickie. They made out, stroked one another’s sex organs. He nestled down in the brush, this time more comfortable without a cedar scratching at his back. He hid himself behind a baby Scotch pine, roughly the same size and shape as his hunched body. He bent tall grass toward him, fanning it out so it would break up the shape of his shoulders.

Now Maggie broke their kiss, hand still pumping, her head twisting to the left and the right. Her knees bent as she squat low, her back leaning against the tree. She took Jay in her mouth. Jay looked around now too, both hands going on the tree as if he were being frisked.

Maggie sunk his glans in her mouth, pulled back. Kissed it. Kissed the hole, raised it, kissed his underside, ran her tongue back up to the tip and sunk him back into her wet mouth. Jay’s hips pumped himself into her eager mouth. Her pale fingers clamped his thighs as he fucked it into her. It was disgusting, but he wished he was closer, wished he could hear the awful, slick sounds that came with it. He knew what it sounded like when she sucked another man.

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Jay's head looked around now too, wary of being discovered. His eyes lazy, his expression weak with pleasure, Jay looked right at Max, right at the tree he hid behind and didn't see him. Max saw point blank the look of satisfaction that his future wife's mouth put on a man. She was his semi-virgin, but Maggie was incredible at oral sex. He’d never had a better blow job. She approached it with zeal, not the slightest squeamishness some girls might get. Putting a penis in your mouth had to be gross. Maggie had worked his like an expert. He would never have known his was the first she’d ever put her lips over. Now she’d performed for two other men. His own best friend had received her gifts, and he’d ejaculated in her mouth.

Maggie treated Jay now. Working him over like she could. Showing off a little. He wondered what she planned. Was she going to make him come in her mouth? Was that it? Where they going to fuck as well? Did she have time? His phone showed him she was getting close to her bus leaving.

When Max was convinced that she was going to make Jay come, Jay stopped her. He withdrew it, and her two fists kept stroking and twisting on him, her eyes turned up to his face. He lifted her. Put two hands under her armpits and lifted her up to the tree, pinned her against it with kisses to her neck. One of her knees rubbed up and down the outside of his thighs, and her mouth parted, her eyes shut, as Jay whispered what must have been very dirty and exciting things. Between them, one hand still pumped the end of his cock, his glans clamped in her fist.

Jay worked his hips between her legs, his hand up her skirt and stroking her pussy. He guided his cock to her opening, lined it up with his hand and eased himself inside her. Maggie pressed a forearm to her eyes, hid behind it. Her mouth twisted with pain, baring her teeth in a snarl as she accepted her lover's large size. He stroked easily, shallowly, but after a long moment where they tried to get comfortable together he sunk himself fully and deeply into her and she cried out. Her sound came high and brittle, but it carried over the rushing water and rustling leaves.

Jay fucked her carefully at first. His hips bucking into her. Her thighs climbed up his, her ankles crossing over one another under his rump. Her arms circled around his neck, and now he saw her face, see the expression of passion that sex with Jay put on her. Her brows bowed mournfully, her mouth shaped in an O, her eyes closed but placid. Jay worked it into her in protracted circles. His size must have been buried in her given how closely they pressed together. Maggie’s nails scratched at the scalp behind his ears, and she said things to him that must have been encouraging.

He held her face in one hand and he spoke to her. Her eyes darted over his as she listened. He kept still, his hips pressed into her, his cock inside her, told her special things that made her eyes dance, her mouth hang open lustily. Then he was moving again. Pumping himself into her, and Maggie squirmed with it, her legs tightening, struggling for better purchase around his powerful legs. They kissed again.

It sunk in his belly like a heavy stone. The passion between them was pronounced. They made love, they kissed, they were intimate. This was a light year beyond fucking her in her dorm room. This was the beginning of something. Like the beginning of a meaningful relationship, one that was sexual and spiritual.

His mouth had gone dry again and he couldn't swallow. He ran his hand over his mouth. His upper lip had taken on a sweat that he wicked away. This was the most hurtful thing imaginable. Yet it was profoundly sexual. The pain congregated like an uncomfortable lump under his balls, hanging heavy below his guts—but it was slippery with his semen, it tickled the underside of his cock as if his Maggie was doing it with the tip of one of her graceful fingers. It was exquisite.

His eyebrows rose, his heart hammered. He loved her so much. He wanted her to have this pleasure. He wanted to have the pain. He cherished the pain she gave him. No one else could do this to him. He never cared for anyone like he cared for her. No one ever meant so much to him that he would feel this way. No one ever meant enough to him that he would enjoy watching them receive astounding pleasure. No one he knew deserved it like she did. Deserved it because she’d missed it when she was young. Deserved it because she was kind, and loving, and smart, and selfless, and talented. She was everything to him, and all their irregular edges came together so perfectly.

He’d allow her to cheat like this. He'd allow her to pursue the things that made slippery little pulses through her sex. Those dirty, awful things she might dare to think of occasionally when she touched herself. Like he’d hidden and watched her do. Watched her masturbate, watched her make herself come, knowing full well that it wasn't him she thought about. Aroused by the fact that his wife was a sexual being and she had dark corners to her psyche just like he did. All the more reason they were meant for each other.

She cried out sharply and passionately again as Jay dug himself deep and bit her neck, his hand clutching a handful of her blue and platinum ponytail. Her cry pierced high and bright and it touched him. He loved those noises she made. Loved to watch her be made to make them. His cock streamed his excitement into his pants and he felt a warm spot growing cold against his thigh.

“Fuck, Maggie,” he whispered, watching their lust building.

Jay pounded her now. Grinding and thrusting. His face curled to meanness, her face snarling in ecstasy. Her thighs had climbed above his ass, ankles riding the hard, curved edge of his muscular rump. He lifted her from the tree. Held her in his arms and fucked her while he stood. Her ponytail swung and snapped behind her. She bounced on him with passionate action. Her head lolling, her face twisted in awful pleasure.

He turned with her, kissing her neck, fell on top of her as she was lowered onto the granite boulder. He held the back of her head lovingly, ensuring she wouldn't be hurt when he lay her back. He fucked her again. His hips driving into her madly, eager to fill her up. She wanted it. Wanted her lover to fill her, wanted to feel his seed splash her guts. He could tell by her head twisting on the rock, her nails formed to claws on his shoulders, her heels dug into his rump, urging his thrusts deeper and faster. Sounds were called out be he hardly heard them. She gasped and cried, her lips mouthed the word Yes, over and over.

Jay was over her now, his hands on either side of her ribs, palms spread on the rock. Her hands had slipped under his jacket, probably getting a good feel of his beautiful muscle. His abs, the ridge of his chest. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist like this, and he saw the bare curve of her ass and her thighs, could even see in bright pink flashes that wet piece of her in between her legs. Saw it being gored by the big, thick, brown thing that her lover had between his. Jay's jeans were still up, his cock poking large and arrow-straight from between the parted fly. Maggie's feet bobbed weakly on her ankles in time with her lover’s thrusts. Jay’s back arched, bent like a bow. Maggie ran her hands on his hard belly and Jay’s thrusting reached a crescendo, Maggie’s tight little hole working its hot magic on Jay’s big, aching cock. Then he was thrusting and holding, and Maggie's head twisted from side to side.

He knew Jay was coming inside her, knew this impassioned flailing from her was because she was feeling her man's sexual product spewing deep inside her, hot and wet and oh-so-dirty. His big cock was spewing its guts into her and she craved it, satisfied by its splashing in the part that made her a woman. Her legs ceased their pulling on his hips, she just lay there and took it, took her lover's deep, animal driving, took his roaring and grinding. Jay withdrew far, thrust deep and held it. Maggie cried out. He did it again, withdrew so far that his cock came close to falling out, then he plunged himself into her with every inch he had. She cried out again. Her face pained, but satiated. His head hung over her and he kissed her lips. Her hands ran circles over his shoulders, and she kissed back, but her face didn't come awake yet. Part of her was maybe still orgasming, or riding the wave of ecstasy a young woman enjoyed after exciting, forbidden sex with a capable and exciting partner.

Soon her eyes fluttered and her kissing began renewed. Loving and caring, she took his lips, let her take his. Their energy was restrained, bathing in warmth, not hot and fiery and full of need, but longing and...almost love. The notion stabbed him again. His own brow furrowed. He chewed his own lip. That was awful. It was an awful thought. But somehow this awareness that he could lose her, that she could grow from him, made him love her more, made his passion for her grow tenfold. In juxtaposition with another man, her value to him soared. He needed her more than anything.

Then Maggie broke from the kiss, slipped under Jay's body. Worked herself down underneath him while he still held himself over her. Her face traveled his chest, down lower, down between his legs. He couldn't see what she was doing, her face hidden behind the open edges of Jay’s jacket. “Oh Maggie, oh no,” he sighed, realizing she must have his cock in her mouth. Must be down there cleaning up her lover.