Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch. 4

[Hey guys, since I finally had some time off and really wanted to write and have to figure out the next chapter of Maggie's Journey. I thought I would switch it up by adding another chapter to her wet dreams. This one is a little weird though because it's a continuation of Chapter 2 and the first part actually happened...thought you guys might enjoy some reality to all my fiction. Let me know what you think.]

Maggie’s Wet Dreams

Chapter 4 – The Devil Returns

I guess you could call this more of a wet wish more than a dream, since the dream I had in chapter 2 partially had come out. Not sure if the person I’m writing about will ever find out although part of me wishes he would. But I guess there is a little truth and a lot of fiction to go with this next chapter if that makes any sense. You see the man I originally talked about is real and although I had a dream about him fucking me in a park bathroom and us nearly getting caught and the hilariously exposing ending to it. I did in fact tease him, seduce him clumsily, take him into a bathroom where I sucked his cock and where he ate me out to one of the most amazing orgasms I ever had in my life.

You see, I am still a virgin and have only ever sucked off two men in my life, well a boy and a man now that I know the difference after experiencing him and he was the first ever to give me pleasure…that wasn’t battery powered. Actually, let’s start with a little reality before we delve into my dirty fiction. You see the day started out a lot like my dream, saw him jogging past but was obviously too shy to rip open my window and call out to say hi to a random stranger jogging by. I did however throw on some shoes like a lazy teenager late for school and ran out just as quickly. I really didn’t have any hope what so ever of running into him but luck would have it, he stopped at the park to stretch. I was still only wearing my pajamas which consisted of old running clothes because of how unrestricting they felt and like the story wasn’t wearing any underwear.

We started talking and he was a really sweet guy who asked things like, how long have you lived here, how old I was, if I was still in school and what I was going to college for, you know the typical conversation pieces so you don’t seem like a creepy old guy talking to a girl maybe half your age. Since he was stretching, I felt awkward just standing there and being if I was going to run should stretch to or else not walk for the next day or two but funny enough, like my story, I had no idea how much I was possibly showing off while I did. Lifting my leg to stretch out my hamstrings, leaning to one side then the other for my calves, bending over to stretch out my back and doing things I wouldn’t have normally thought twice about because I was usually in a sports bra and running spanx that were covering me like a producer trying to keep a PG rating in his movie.

Even worse, just thinking of what I wrote and knowing he was real had my nipples hard and my pussy practically leaking, whether or not I noticed how much I was flashing. To this day I still picture him as I bent over to touch my ankles, looking down the top of my shirt and seeing my braless tits and knowing he was the second man on earth that had seen them in person, that wasn’t my doctor.

We did run for a bit, talked about ourselves and why he was visiting, but I couldn’t help but constantly look down at his shorts, biting my lip, seeing his cock was as hard as my nipples that I hope he didn’t notice or maybe I did. I mean dreams are one thing but reality is another, and in all honestly, I’m usually torn believing that all these dirty desires, written fantasies, urges that I have will stay just words on a page. But I guess, a little too much arousal between two people pushes such fantasies into reality. It wasn’t him that started it either, even though his cock was practically raging, threatening to come out of those shorts if they were any shorter, I couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe it was my shirt rubbing up against my sensitive nipples, maybe it was the air against my bare pussy as we ran, the endorphins from the pain of each stride or just how damn turned on I get after I work out.

We grabbed a drink at one of the fountains by a public park bathroom, the perks of living in a small town like mine. He bent over and I was staring so intently at the leg of his shorts, praying, urning for it to peak, just a little, just the head, just the tip, anything and that’s when it hit me, I needed to see it, touch it, taste it. When he stood straight up again and turned to me, his cock thoroughly outlined, the tip a mere inch from poking out it was that long, thick and hard I spoke without thinking.

“So, um,” like an innocent little girl, legs crossed, finger teasing across my braless chest, “need some help with that thing?”

I don’t’ remember the look exactly, whether it was shock that I noticed, shock that I said that and, in my fantasies, when I still think about it, the look is more a confident pose, but either way my attention went quickly from his face to reaching the leg of his shorts and gripping it. I could have done it over his shorts, but felt that wouldn’t have been enough to draw him in, literally and metaphorically. I mean, really, a young girl has your hard cock in her hand, are you really going to tell her no at that point? To make sure I kept him wrapped around my finger, I kept my hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it as if I was saying, this is mine now. I never truly realized till that moment, how much power someone has when they have their hand wrapped around a penis.

“Come with me,” was all that I managed to say, I was so nervous that I worried he could feel me shaking.

I pulled him into the men’s side of the bathroom, I didn’t want him freaking out any more if I had pulled him into the women’s, well I’d like to say that but I just picked the door closest and walked us in. We didn’t’ lock it, we were in a remote park that few went to unless school was out and before he could say another word, I pulled down his shorts, there was no underwear which explained a lot and only marveled at his cock for a mere second. Like I said, I didn’t want him thinking rationally anytime soon and needed to keep him thinking with his dick and not his brain.

I started by licking the tip, looking up into his eyes as I did, lots of pornos always had the girls looking up into the man’s eyes. There was something so seductive about it but also very submissive at the same time. He tasted a little salty at first, I wasn’t sure if it was the sweat from his running or the precum from the tip of his cock but I was so turned on that I didn’t care. In fact the thought of sucking it right after he ran and how wrong it was, dirty it made me feel that most sensible women would probably have told him to take a shower first before they even touched it let alone tasted it turned me on so much that I actually gripped it with my hand and licked it from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock taking in the full taste of it all, something so lewd and lust filled that I hadn’t even fantasized me doing that alone actually doing it and causing him to moan and grunt as licked up his shaft and over the slit of his penis and to make it more intense, immediately took the thing into my mouth down as far as I could.

I mean the first cock I had ever sucked was pretty big, a little smaller than this one and not as thick, but I managed to take my first pretty well without gagging, this felt like another monster, a step up in the game with little experience or practice between the two. Although in my head I was a pro, I watched so many videos, read so many stories and wanted it all, the taste, the feeling of it pushing down my throat, stretching it, the pain of my legs as I squatted in front of him, keeping balance with a hand wrapped around the shaft and my head bobbing up and down and even more as I stopped for just a second to take off my shirt and throw it on the ground next to me revealing my naked, braless tits that he had only gotten glimpses of to this point. At some point though taking his cock deeper, further down my throat, going all the way to the tip and coming back down till I felt pubes against my nose I had this image in my mind that he was fucking my brain.

See a little fact about me, which is why I write, the more turned on I get, the more open I become, the more about myself I want to expose, be humiliated by. I guess you can label me as a sapiosexual, that I get turned on so much but the mental aspect of it and like a horny little loop get more turned on as I reveal and experience more which turns me on more, which makes me want to reveal and experience more.

I remember stopping for a second, stroking him and saying, “Ever since that first time you ran by my window, I’ve been dreaming of this cock so badly.”

“Oh really, what have you been dreaming about it?”

“Sucking it just like this, the feeling of it in my hand, the taste, how big and thick it was as it went down my throat as I touched myself and today, I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“That’s why you came out dressed like that?”

“Mmmm, yesss, when did you first notice?” I started sucking his cock again in earnest, letting him tell me when he first noticed and got so turned on by his answer.

“I noticed your nipples first at the park and figured it was just natural since I’ve seen women before with hard nipples running, then you started stretching and where I was sitting I could see your slit, but didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass you,” I remember his cock was twitching as he talked, his ass clenching and tremors running through his body like he was getting so turned on at the thought, “then you bent over and I saw you weren’t wearing a bra, could see your tits and nipples just there through the top of your shirt.”

I took it as deep as I could, looking up at him as he looked down at me, cock fully in my mouth, topless but instead of looking him seductively I felt I was almost looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, innocently. His hand went into my hair, almost lovingly, but that’s not what I wanted it and gripped his hand, squeezed it so he would tighten around my short chin length hair as I bobbed my head again up and down his cock as if I was saying, “fuck my mouth.”

I didn’t want to be loved, I didn’t want to be tender, I wanted this great specimen of a man to use me, fuck me, treat me like the slut I was being. I, a random girl, that you just met, probably half your age, wearing practically nothing had just taken you into a public bathroom, pulled down your shorts and stuck your sweaty cock into her mouth.

He wasn’t getting it though, understandable I guess, he didn’t know my limits, didn’t know what I wanted and I had to tell him and with the tip just resting on my lips, his hand still gripping the back of my hair as I wished he would tug on it just a little, “fuck my mouth, please, I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat.”

“You are such a little slut aren’t you,” I guess when a girl talks dirty, time for the man to jump in and prove himself and with both hands gripping the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair he started pumping his cock in my mouth and down my throat like he hadn’t fucked in years.

I remember it hurt a little as it rammed down my throat, the feeling of his muscular stomach slapping against my face, almost feeling disorientated as he went in and out and trying to breathe through my nose the best I could while he did but worrying at the same time that I might suffocate or pass out before he finished. My hands gripping his legs, fingers digging into his thighs, the few thoughts I could have other than for air were if I should touch myself, but before I could even think of how while keeping my balance, he pulled me hard and fast to him, his cock fully inside and down my throat and for the second time in my life felt a man cum inside of me and his groans as he did making me feel, almost, accomplished and proud of myself in a way that I was able to please and get this man off.

As he pulled out, I couldn’t help but suck him for all I was worth, partially that I wanted him not to pull out of my mouth and partially because I wanted to suck every last drop of his cum out like a good little slut. I nearly giggled as I heard him moan loud as I sucked hard on his sensitive cock as it left my lips.

I remember getting up on wobbly legs, smiling, licking my lips at the drop that managed to escape and looking up at him trying to catch his breath, still looking at me as he leaned back against the bathroom counter.

“Mmm, thank you,” was all I could manage to say, I mean I wasn’t sure what else to say and starting to feel a little awkward.

“My turn now,” were words I didn’t understand when he said them, when he gripped my waist, sat me on top of the counter and pulled down my shorts down my legs and completely off to the floor.

I was scared that he was going to take my virginity without asking, that he was about to fuck me without permission and sometimes I think back to that moment wishing he would but was also scared he would that I had bigger ideas in mind for ways to lose it.

“Hey, um, I’m actually a,” was all I could say about to come clean that I was a virgin but instead of trying to shove his cock into me which had lost its great stature, he got down on his knees in front of me, my legs over his shoulders, pussy on full display open in front of him and did something completely unexpected, “oh my god!”

I was so embarrassed at first, this was the first man to see my pussy so close and not only that, he had his tongue in my slit, licking around my lips and up over my clit, places that no other person had touched either other than myself. His hands reached around, gripping my thighs, my hands back around his head holding onto him for balance or maybe just the added feeling of knowing he was there, between my thighs, eating my pussy.

It felt so good, better than anything I had ever experience, his tongue, his mouth, knowing that a complete stranger was eating my pussy and tasting me in a public bathroom, I wanted it to last forever, I would have loved for it to last hours even if it meant me not cumming, especially every time he lapped across my clit. I couldn’t help how my body reacted though and I wasn’t sure if it was seconds or minutes that went by but my thighs began to squeeze against the sides of his head, my hands drawing him in closer as I wish that was possible but knew it wasn’t until he began licking and sucking on my clit, his lips sealed around my sensitive little nub and sounds of sucking like he was trying to get something out of a clogged straw.

“I’m close, oh my god, I’m so close, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I had to bite my arm from screaming or else someone would have probably run into thinking I was getting raped or something because the orgasm was eye rollingly amazing. When I finally let him free, my body shaking and twitching from the orgasm, he got up and at eye level I pulled him in for a passionate kiss, I didn’t care if I still tasted like his cum or him like my pussy, something made me kiss him. Then almost clinically, he put on his shorts, gave me one last look, smiled and walked out leaving me there naked sitting in the men’s room next to a sink. I mean I eventually got to my senses, put my clothes on quick and walked out, bumping into someone embarrassed and walking into the girl’s bathroom pretending it was a stupid accident

I honestly didn’t think I would ever see him again since he had just been there visiting although his parents did live in town which is why he was down there in the first place. I didn’t know anything about him really and realized later, I didn’t even know his name, he knew mine but never told me his. That was a few months ago from when I started writing this and have been since he’s back in town and have seen him jogging by my window every morning. I wondered if he thought about me running around town, hoping to run into me again, or maybe I was just his little fling, his dirty little secret and it would be awkward. Well, here is where some reality comes in.

I ran into him in town, I was doing some studying on one of my few days off, getting ready for an online test at our local coffee shop when he walked in, with his wife and two kids, they sat over at a table on the other side but we could see each other, or at least I saw him, it took him some time to notice me. Now even in this hot weather I’m still a tomboy, hoodies, shirts, cargo shorts, I doubt he would have noticed if I hadn’t made eye contact and he put two and two together.

I honestly felt a little ashamed, dirty, like a homewrecker not knowing his was married and couldn’t tell you that day if he was wearing a ring or not and whether I noticed or just ignored it. His wife was very attractive though, obviously worked out, tall, blonde, well dressed, she was practically Barbie. Then an even stranger feeling came over me, jealousy which also seemed to turn me on and almost like in a weird competition, took my hoodie off, which I never do, especially since I was braless, my shirt raising slightly to show off my skin but not high enough to show my breasts. Out of the corner of his eye, I felt like he was watching me out of the corner of his. Spread my legs just a little trying to seem I was getting comfortable but then obviously, looked over at him when I thought no one else was looking and let my hand trail over my left breast, it was so dirty, wrong, slightly scary and exciting.

That’s when I did something even worse, I left my stuff at the table, went into the bathroom which is one person at a time, stripped naked and masturbated right there, pressed up against the wall, wishing he was there with me. Just before I finished there was a knock and it was him, I knew his voice so well thinking about it for months.

“Sorry, occupied,” I hated talking while in the bathroom, especially naked, rubbing my pussy, trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, just my son had to use it, we’ll wait.”

God I was so wet and turned on, I pretended to flush, wash my hands and nervously opened up the door to see him there with his kid, he apologized and my chest brushed against his arm as I walked past him. I hoped the bathroom smelled like my arousal and he remembered what that smelled like and knew what I was doing. I won’t deny it, I immediately went home right after, pulled out my favorite sex toy and came multiple times thinking of all sorts of situations, even ones where his wife joined in, using me like the little slut I was, bobbing my head on his cock, forcefully making me deep throat it with her hand gripping my hair and forcing me up and down.

I guess now that we’re all caught up, this was my dream.

The dream took place at night, I was walking around the local area, going through the parks but not in my usual attire. Instead of my safe hoodie, skater clothes that made most people mistake me for a little boy, I was in a dress, sleeveless, flowing, a tie around the back of my neck and sandals, no underwear to speak of, just a thin piece of material between my naked body and the world. A world that seemed very much empty except for the few strangers walking their dogs, the random car driving by late at night, that was, until I saw him. The same running clothes from that day, ear phones on, completely oblivious to me and the world around him, which I guess is the point of running.

I waved as he looked into my direction and his expression went from shock until he looked around and then to a smile as he looked back at me and then checking me out. I felt his eyes scanning over me and the dress getting tighter as if to give his imagination a lot to work with.

He walked over, catching his breath from his run or maybe he was just that excited or nervous to see me, putting his headphones in his pocket, “hi there, Maggie right?”

“Yeah, I never got your name by the way, I don’t think…”

“It’s Mike, remember?”

“Oh, I remember a lot,” I say biting my lip and looking down at the hard on forming in his running shorts.

“Just going for a stroll?”

“Couldn’t get my mind off of something,” still looking at his cock through his shorts which was obvious by now.

“Oh, I know, the bathroom smelled delicious…as weird as that sounds, you know what I’m saying.”

“How about we go for a walk.”

We walked down the street, there was a little hidden space by the apartments between the building and a fence that blocked off where the AC units were which was right next to the sidewalk and street that I pulled him into. He knew why I brought him there but what I did next was probably a very nice surprise. I untied the knot of the dress from behind my neck, and as soon as I let go, the dress fell to the ground leaving me completely naked for him to see. I stepped out of it, walking up to him, my hand on his chest, guiding him till his back was up against the fence.

I rubbed a finger over my wetness and guided it up to his mouth, “was this what smelled so delicious?” as I slipped my finger into his mouth and felt him suck my juices off.

“My turn,” I got down on my knees pulling his shorts down like I had done before, no underwear, just his hard cock waiting for me as I stroked it, the feeling so familiar, like I had just done it yesterday.

I kiss the tip, the same salty familiar taste, wrapping my lips around it and taking it deep, although this time feeling easier than the first.

“That’s my little slut,” his hands in my hair, I look up to see him smiling, hear him moaning as he watches me, “your little mouth is so amazing.”

A car drives by and I feel him tense, I mean what would someone say if they found us, a naked girl sucking his cock out in public, especially in a small town where rumor spreads like wild fire, his wife would surely find out. It was almost hilarious and exhilarating every time I would see lights from bleed through the slim cracks of the fence, the sounds of their engines as they passed and how fidgety he would get each time, looking around as if he was about to get caught.

Ring! Ring!

His phone was ringing and lit up in his shorts, a picture of him and his wife on the screen with the name Alexa. He immediately bent over to pick it up, pushing me towards his stomach, his cock down my throat and the blood being pushed into it as he bent over. I thought he was going to stretch my throat for a second as it thickened inside of me.

“Hi Hun,” I was kind of shocked he picked up his phone, a tremor in his voice, “yeah I’m ok, just finishing up a run, had way too much energy still.”

A devious idea came over me and I continued to suck his cock, stroking it and gripping his ass as he talked, I wanted to see how long he could keep this poker face while on the phone with his wife. At one point I sucked hard enough that I had hoped to suck the cum right out of his balls but instead just felt him tense again as it may had been too intense for him.

“Are you still on about the girl at the coffee shop?”

I couldn’t believe my ears that she was talking about me and that this super, feminine trophy wife was jealous about tomboyish, nonexistent me.

“I tell you; I have no idea who she was, maybe she thought I was one of her teachers or something.”

I stopped and began licking his cock all over with my tongue, not leaving an inch untouched, until I reached the tip and let the tip of my tongue run along the slit of his cock.

“Are you, mmm, drinking Alexa?”

I look up as I suck to see a look of surprise on his face, I can’t tell what she’s saying, but whatever it is caught him off guard. Which then he pulls his phone away from his ear for a second and looks down at his phone, he then brings it back up to his ear and for a split second I thought I saw a lot of skin but couldn’t make what of.

“I’m a mile or two away, I was only half way through my run, it’ll take me a little bit to get back.”

His words made me almost disappointed that he was not going to let me finish or throw me away so he could go be with his wife, as bad as that sounded in my head.

“You want me to what?” I felt his body stiffen, “I’m out in public,” he paused, “in the woods, seriously?”

I watched as he took off his shirt and throw it to the ground, kicking his shorts away too leaving him completely naked except for his running shoes and then he pulled my mouth off of his cock.

“Just one second,” he mouthed to me and held up his phone and took a naked selfie, then a picture of his cock and sent it to her.

“What? Hun, you’ve been drinking too much, I shoul,” he took the phone away from his ear once more and put it on speaker phone and placed it on the ground.

“Are your hands all free?” I heard her voice for the first time, angelic with a devilish undertone.

“Yes,” his tone almost seemed submissive and I watched as he leaned back, obeying her commands, now naked and more worried about being caught then before.

“Now stroke that huge, sweaty cock I love so much,” I guess when she saw it glistening in the picture, she figured it was sweat and not my saliva all over her husband’s cock.

I saw him start to stroke, but pushed his hand out of the way, giving him a look and began sucking it once again, “yes Alexa.”

“Call me Ma’am tonight,” her voice stern with dominance.

“Yes, ma’am, mmmm,” he moaned, not hiding his pleasure, I just only hoped she couldn’t hear me sucking.

“She was cute wasn’t she, for a little girl, I bet you loved when she took that frumpy hoodie off and showed those hidden tits under it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bit his lip stifling another moan as he felt my tongue shift around his cock while I sucked it.

“I know you aren’t blind sweetie, even I noticed them and that she wasn’t wearing a bra either,” I blushed not knowing it was that obvious when I went without one, “I wonder what else she was hiding under those boyish clothes of hers.”

I looked up to see him looking back down at me, studying my body as if he was going say a cute ass and slim figure, but he didn’t say anything just moaned without answering.

“I bet she’s a glorious little cock sucker, if she’s not a lesbian that is.”

“Mmmm, oh she is,” his eyes shot wide, “I mean! I bet she is too!”

“I bet she was the slutty girl in her school, it’s always the quiet, innocent looking ones that are fucking every guy they can.”

“Hun, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Are you close?”

“Am I what?”

“Close to blowing that big delicious load of yours?”

“Mmm, I am.”

“I want you to stop then, I don’t want to finish to fast, mmmm.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m touching myself, thinking about you fucking that little slut, her bent over in front of you begging to be taken and to be so lucky to get to experience that cock of yours.”

I did just that, like she was commanding me as well I bent over, spread my legs and looked back as if pleading with him to fuck me.

“Would you, would you fuck that little whore?”

He went silent, not knowing what to say, I mean who would admit to their wife that they would gladly cheat on them with someone half their age that was old enough to be their daughter.

“What if I wanted you to?”

“I guess if you wanted me to,” he moved forward, positioned his cock in front of my wet pussy and slowly began pushing it in.

I had to bite down on my hand hoping that she didn’t hear my gasp as he suddenly entered me. I had forgotten how it felt inside of me, how big it was, how I felt so stretched and filled when every inch had penetrated me.

“There’s only one question left,” another dramatic pause as we both waited for the question, “would you let me join in on the fun as well?”

“Mmm, of course sweetie, of course.”

The call suddenly ended with a beep, his cock fully inside of me, he stood there, unmoving.

“Well, here I am,” she came from around the corner wearing nothing but a large trench coat.

He backed away, his cock pulling out of me and I too scared to move, still bent over, naked, holding the AC unit. She held up her phone showing a map, she was obviously tracking his phone and had some reason to see where he was because he was so close by.

“Now I admit, I was a little shocked and angry when I first saw you two, but then I got really turned on and figured why not have a little fun myself,” she untied the coat and let it drop to the ground revealing she was wearing nothing underneath it and my god, even I could appreciate how amazing her body was.

“Now come here princess,” I was mesmerized and afraid at the same time but stood up and walked over to her.

“I’m sorry, I should never have,” she raised her hand and I flinched, afraid she was going to slap me.

She then grabbed me by the hair, pulling back painfully and without another word, kissed me deeply, slipping her tongue into my mouth and if that hadn’t caught me off guard as it was, I felt her slither her hand down my stomach and shove two fingers into my pussy causing me to moan and gasp into her mouth. She didn’t stop though, massaging my tongue with her own, fingering me, twisting and turning her fingers, hooking them inside of me. My leg’s buckling and shaking as she ruthlessly finger fucked me and just as I thought I was about to cum she pulled her fingers out, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and let go of my hair.

On shaky legs I looked back, trying to figure out what was going on and watched her bring my fingers to her nose and then to her lips as she tasted me. She walked up to me, as naked as I was but felt like a dominant presence and I flinched again as she brought her face next to my ear, “I smelled you in the bathroom too slut.”

“Bend over,” she commanded.

I didn’t understand thought, bend over on the AC, was she going to spank me, but as I paused to figure out her command she grabbed me by the hair once again, pulling me down and bending me at the waist, then raising me up to look just in time at her pussy right in front of me. It was hairless, perfect, probably waxed at how smooth it was.

“Now be a good little slut and make mommy feel good,” I obeyed feeling odd as she called herself mommy, I came closer about to taste my first pussy ever that wasn’t my own.

Impatient with how slow I was, she pulled me towards her by my hair till she smushed my face and mouth right between her legs.

“Now you my love,” don’t be a child, come here and show me what you were doing before I interrupted.

Almost hesitant he walked back up behind me, his hands finding my hips as he kneeled just a little and I felt the tip of his cock at my pussy. He slowly penetrated me, but that wasn’t fast enough for her either and I felt her reach around me, grasping him with both hands and pulling him towards her so hard and fast that I thought his cock would come out through my mouth. His cock twitched inside of me, probably as surprised at the sudden and instant penetration as I was and I feared he would have cum right then. The whole time however I didn’t stop licking her pussy, eating it like he had eaten mine.

“I see my husband has taught you a few tricks, how many times has he licked your pussy?”

“Just the once Ma’am,” I said between licks, her juices covering my face, her husband impaling me, not moving.

“Awe such a polite little girl, shouldn’t you reward her sweetie.”

His thrust began, slow and steady, but deep as he came out and thrust all the way back in like a piston. His hands holding their grip tight into my hips, I felt he was doing everything he could to hold off cumming.

“Faster sweetie, and you, don’t stop,” she commanded as we both obeyed and I felt him pick up the pace.

“Mmmm, yes ma’am,” I said before delving my tongue inside of her then licking up and sucking gently on her clit causing her hips to thrust forward involuntarily as I hit a good spot.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this little slut sooner, we could have been having oh so much fun together,” I felt her lean forward and the sounds of kissing over me, the whole thing just making me hotter and wetter as I felt like nothing more than a sex toy they were using for their own pleasure.

“Oh god, she’s so good, maybe not a lesbian, but a good pussy licker nonetheless,” her praise made me blush and proud as the same time, “now don’t you dare cum till I do, although princess you can cum as much as you want,” she reached under and tweaked my right nipple as she said it.

Such evil words that probably made him want to cum sooner and for some reason made my body hold off my orgasm.

“Faster sweetie, show me what I real man you can be,” her words encouraged, his grip tightened, his thrusts became faster and harder.

“Oh god, mmmm, I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” he said grunting, doing everything in his power to hold off but I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as almost begging for release.

“Not until this little pussy licker, mmmm, finishes, me,” her grip tightened in my hair as well, she was already wet when she had come over, I bet she had been playing with herself while she watched as and was on the verge this whole time.

“Oh god Alexa, please cum, please, I can’t, I can’t,” he grunted still thrusting, his grip now painful as he dug his fingers into my sides.

“Yes, yes, now, now,” if it wasn’t obvious, she was cumming, she startled both us as she started to gush and spray all over my face as she came, the sight so hot that her husband began cumming inside of, feeling that he was gushing an equal amount of cum as he filled my insides.

However, the one that was allowed to cum as much as she wanted to, hadn’t yet. Although she must had been weak from the orgasm, she still had enough strength or stubbornness to grab my arm, stand me straight and throw me up against the fence. I stood there, naked, with her juices covering my face, dripping down to my chest and her husband’s cum leaking out of me. The whole tone suddenly changed and it seemed more serious than sexual and without warning she shoved 3 fingers inside of me. She wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t lustful, it was anger and as she brutally began finger fucking me, she grabbed my hair with her other hand and drew me close to her.

“You fucked my husband,” her voice now filled with anger, adding a 4th finger to her assault.

“I’m sorry, it was wrong, I didn’t,” she tugged on my hair, the pain causing me to pause.

“Shut up slut, you’re just lucky it’s me and thought you were so fuckable as well and decided to indulge in this opportunity, but now you’re my little slut.”

As forceful and unforgiving as she was, I was starting to feel my own orgasm start to build as her fingers stirred my insides and could only imagine his cum churning inside of me as she did.

“Now what are you?”

“Your, mmph, your little slut.”

She motioned her husband to come over, the look on his face shocked at what he was seeing, “and whose cock is this,” she said as she gripped me and pulled him closer.

“Your cock, mmmm, ma’am!”

“Good girl, now does the little girl want to cum?”

“Yes ma’am…”

“Now rub your clit, I don’t make homewrecking whores cum,” she kept her fingers inside of me but watched as I reached down and started rubbing my clit., “and tell me when you’re going to cum.”

It wasn’t going to take long, I was so close now and all of this humiliation was sending me into overdrive, my fingers a blur on my clit, my hips wishing it could thrust and get her to finger fuck me still instead of just filling me and not moving. That all didn’t matter as I was on the verge or an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Ma’am, I’m going to cum…”as I said that she put her hand to my face and I was unable to close my mouth as she had control over my jaw and as I came, she put her fingers in my mouth covered with both my juices and a giant clump of her husband’s cum, forcing me to take it all as I orgasmed.

She let go and my mouth instinctively closed around her fingers concealing my moans and screams, forcing me to swallow all that was on her fingers. My legs wobbled, her fingers never left my mouth, I felt like I was on the verge of collapse and it was taking all of my energy not to fall to the ground.

“Such a good little girl, but one more thing,” she smiled a devilish smile as I saw white and clenched my stomach as she punched me right in the gut.

Her fingers left my mouth as I collapsed onto the ground, my arms around my stomach gasping for the air she just knocked out of me. She pushed me onto my back with her foot and pressed it on my chest between my breasts.

She looked down at me spitting on my face, “next time you fuck my husband without my knowledge and permission,” she put her weight making me fear she was going to break my sternum, “I’ll drop you off at the center of town like you are now.”

I watched as they both got dressed and then as she walked over to my dress picking it up off of the ground, “too nice for a slut, don’t want to ruin it with all that pussy juice and cum.”

The last thing I saw before I woke up was them both walking away, the wife’s head held up high, the husband 3 feet behind with his head down, t-shirt in his hand.