Chapter 6: Plans within plans
Maggie walked from her history class to her English class, enjoying the subtle burn of her abused muscles after her passionate weekend followed by the good fuck Judy had given her this morning. Leo caught up to her as she crossed the quad and put his arm about her waist. Maggie smiled up at him, then stopped and faced him. Gently she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. The world stopped for the two of them until they finally heard the catcalls of their observers. They grinned and walked hand-in-hand to the English class, taking their usual seats together.
Maggie grinned at Leo again but she was soon lost in the lecture, taking notes on her computer furiously. At the end of the class, the teacher laid out their latest papers, and Leo went to get both his and Maggie's. Leo returned to Maggie and handed her paper over--she had gotten an A+, of course. But Leo was pretty giddy about his own paper; he had received an A, unheard of in the history of English classes.
"Fuck, Maggie. Look at that!" The professor turned to look back in the auditorium at Leo's shout, then nodded and gave him a small salute as he left. Leo caught the movement and turned back to his paper, flipping to the end to read the teacher's comments. When he finished reding them the second time, he looked up to see her studying his face carefully.
Leo blinked, and Maggie leaned forward to pass her lips over his. "I'm proud of you, Leo!" Leo smiled brightly and hugged her. "Lunch is on me, gorgeous." Maggie nodded. "Then take me away!" Leo tugged her hand, and they made their way out and to the street.
As they took their seats in their favorite pizzeria, Leo's hand covered Maggie's. As they talked and ate, the touch never wavered, making it hard for him to eat at times, but he was determined. Eventually, Maggie lifted his hand and kissed each knuckle before sucking softly on his thumb. She grinned at him and let his thumb slip free. "So, do you believe what I told you last night? That there's only you and everybody else?" Her eyes glittered as he looked into them and she kissed the tip of his thumb.
"I know you're wondering if I'm serious," she said, her voice low and warm, "but I am. I love you, Leo. And I want you to know that I'm not giving up anyone else, but I'm not giving you up either. You're special to me."
Leo's breath hitched. He knew Maggie was different, but he hadn't expected this kind of honesty, this kind of openness. He searched her eyes, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but there was none. Just warmth, sincerity, and a hint of mischief.
"Maggie," he started, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, urging him to go on as her lips opened to suck his thumb into her mouth.
Leo's eyes widened as her tongue swirled around the digit, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. His breath hitched, and he felt a familiar heat pooling in his stomach.
"Maggie," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion and something else, something that made his pulse quicken. "I don’t know what to say."
Maggie released his thumb with a soft *pop*, her lips glistening. "You don’t have to say anything," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the back of his hand. "Just know that I mean it."
Leo swallowed hard. He had known Maggie for months now—quiet, studious, always with her nose in a book.
But lately, she had changed. She was still the same girl who aced every exam, who blushed when someone complimented her, who laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t that funny. But now there was something else, something that made her eyes sparkle with a new kind of confidence, something that made her lips curl into a smile that promised secrets.
Leo had never been one to shy away from challenges. He was the kind of guy who thrived on competition, who loved the rush of pushing his body to its limits on the soccer field. But this—this was different. This wasn’t a game.
This was Maggie—his Maggie—looking at him with those dark, hungry eyes like he was something to be devoured. Leo’s thumb brushed against her lower lip, tracing the curve where it met her cheek. "You’re serious?" His voice was low, rough with something like awe.
Maggie nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving his. "Dead serious." She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. The scent of her—vanilla and something sweet and musky beneath—wrapped around him, stealing his breath. "I don’t share like this. Not with feelings. But with you…" She exhaled, her breath warm against his lips. "I want you to know you’re mine. Not in a way that means you can’t love others, but in a way that means you’re *special* to me. Like a treasure I don’t want to lock away, but one I want to show off." Maggie's voice was soft but firm, her fingers tracing the lines of Leo's palm as if memorizing every ridge and valley.
Leo swallowed hard, his pulse thrumming in his throat. "Maggie, I—" he started, but she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Shhh," she whispered, her eyes sparkling. "Let's go back to your dorm and let me show you again before your practice." Maggie squeezed his hand and gave him a mischievous smile as they stood from the table. Leo's eyes widened in surprise and his cock jerked in his jeans. It had been a rough day for him, training had been hard and he was feeling the ache in his muscles. But the thought of Maggie's tight, sweet pussy around his cock made his cock throb eagerly.
Leo paid the bill quickly, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled out his wallet. Maggie watched him with a knowing smile, her eyes dark with anticipation. "Hurry up, Leo," she teased, her voice low and sultry.
Maggie took the lead, her hips swaying slightly as she pulled Leo along the sidewalk. Her cheeks were still flushed from their earlier passionate encounter, and her lips looked well-kissed. The late afternoon sun caught the strands of her hair, making it shimmer like spun gold as they walked.
Leo followed her lead, his long strides easily keeping pace with her shorter ones. His mind was still reeling from the emotionally charged conversation at lunch and the heated exchange before it. Maggie being so open about her feelings was something he'd never expected, but he found himself both flattered and aroused by her boldness.
They walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the campus fading into the background. When they reached his room, he let her in and closed the door behind them. She smiled at him over her shoulder as her clothes fell to the floor and she climbed on the bed on all fours, wiggling her ass and exposing her glistening labia to him. She murmured, "See? All yours." Maggie's voice was a sultry purr, her ass swaying slowly back and forth as she arched her back, presenting herself to Leo. The afternoon sun streamed through the half-drawn blinds, casting golden stripes across her bare skin and highlighting the glistening wetness between her thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen and parted, revealing the slick pink flesh within.
Leo's breath caught in his throat. His cock, which had been half-hard since their intimate conversation at the pizzeria, now throbbed painfully against his zipper. He could see the evidence of her arousal—her thighs glistening with her own juices, her clit peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.
The sight of her like this, so fucking *willing*, so *hungry* for him, made his mouth go dry.
Leo’s hands trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one rough motion. His jeans followed next, his cock springing free with a heavy *thump* against his stomach. Maggie turned her head slightly, her dark eyes locking onto his length with a hunger that made his balls tighten.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough as he crawled onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping the soft globes of her ass, kneading the firm flesh. “Look at you, baby. Fucking *perfect*.”
Maggie moaned, her head dropping forward as she pushed her ass back against his touch. “Then take me, Leo,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Fuck me like we both want.”
Leo didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the back of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. His hands slid down her thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers tracing the slick folds of her pussy. “Deliciously warm and wet,” he growled, his thumb pressing against her clit, circling it in slow, teasing motions.
Maggie whimpered, her hips rocking back against him, her pussy lips glistening under his touch. “All for me, aren’t you?”
Maggie nodded, biting her lower lip. “Yes, Leo. Only for you,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Please—I need you inside me.”
Leo groaned at the words, his cock twitching where it rested against her thigh. He lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing her before he finally sunk inside in one smooth thrust. Maggie cried out at the sudden fullness, her back arching as he buried himself deep.
“Oh *fuck*—”
Leo grunted, his hips snapping forward, his cock pistoning into her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her pussy clench around him. His balls swung against her thighs, heavy and full, already swollen with the load he was about to empty inside her.
Maggie’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body trembling beneath him as he bottomed out inside her, stretching her wide, filling her so completely she could feel every ridge of his cock dragging against her walls. “Fuck, *you’re always so hot*—” Leo growled, his voice rough with lust.
“All that time in study hall with your nose in your books and your pussy *starving*—”
Maggie whimpered, her thighs trembling as she tried to take every inch of his cock. Leo’s thick shaft pistoned in and out of her tight, dripping cunt with wet, obscene *slaps*, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of pleasure.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise as he fucked her with slow, deep strokes that made her clit throb with need.
Maggie could feel every inch of his cock—thick, veined, and *perfect*—stretching her, filling her, making her feel like a whore in the best possible way. Leo’s breath was hot against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he growled filthy words into her ear.
“You take my cock so *fucking* well,” he snarled, his hips snapping forward, his cock pistoning into her with a wet, obscene *slap*. “Like you were made for it. Like you were *fucking* born for it.”
Leo’s voice was a rough growl in Maggie’s ear as he slammed into her hard enough to make the bed frame creak against the wall. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room, the wet, filthy *smack* of skin on skin mixing with Maggie’s breathless moans. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, stretching her so wide it bordered on pain—but the kind of pain that made her pussy clench around him, begging for more.
“Fuck, Leo—so big in my tiny little cunt—” Maggie gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she pushed her ass back against him, meeting every brutal thrust.
Her pussy was so wet that each time he pulled back, a thick string of her arousal stretched between them before snapping with a filthy *splat* against her thighs.
Leo groaned, his balls slapping against her swollen lips with every deep stroke. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Love taking my cock like a good little slut.”
Maggie moaned, her pussy clenching around him. “Yes—fuck, *yes*—” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I’m your slut, Leo. Your *fucking* slut,” Maggie gasped, her voice thick with need as she pushed her ass back to meet his next thrust. Her pussy was so wet, so *fucking* tight around his cock, that every time he bottomed out inside her, she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, making her whole body shudder.
Leo groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he slammed into her again. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. “That’s right, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You’re *mine*. My little slut. All that tight heat just for me."
Maggie whimpered as his cock dragged against her inner walls, the thick ridge of his shaft scraping sensitive nerves with every deep stroke. She could feel herself dripping, her arousal spilling out around his base, coating his balls with each withdrawal before they slapped back against her pink, swollen lips.
Leo's teeth sank into the soft skin of her shoulder, enough to make her gasp but not quite break the surface. His free hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her hair, yanking just enough to arch her back further, exposing more of her throat to his hungry mouth.
When he bit slowly on her neck, she whimpered, "Yes! Give it to me, baby. Empty that beautiful cock in your slut's greedy pussy!" Maggie snarled, her voice thick with lust as she pushed her ass back against Leo's thrusts, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. Leo's cock was buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her walls to their limits, the head pressing against her cervix with every deep, brutal stroke.
Leo growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck, Maggie—you're so *fucking* tight—" he groaned, his voice rough with need. His cock throbbed inside her, swollen and heavy, the veins pulsing against her inner walls as he pistoned in and out of her dripping cunt.
The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room—her pussy sucking him in with a filthy *squelch*, the slap of his balls against her swollen lips, the creak of the bed frame as he drove into her with relentless force.
Maggie’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her knuckles white, her body trembling as she took every brutal inch of him. Then she squealed and moaned almost simultaneously as his load erupted into her. She started spasming around him as she murmured "yes" over and over.
Leo's balls drew up tight against his body and he roared as he poured himself deep into Maggie’s clenching cunt. His cock jerked violently inside her, pumping rope after thick rope of scalding cum straight against her cervix. Maggie whimpered as the first jet splattered against her cervix, then another and another, filling her so completely she could feel it dripping back out around his girth. Her pussy clenched around him desperately, milking every last drop from his twitching cock. The thick strands of his cum mixed with her own arousal, dripping down her thighs in warm rivulets.
Maggie moaned, her body shuddering through the aftershocks of her orgasm as Leo emptied himself inside her. His cock pulsed, still thick and hard, buried deep within her spasming pussy. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly as the last of his cum spilled inside her.
Leo pulled out with a wet *pop*, his cock glistening with their shared fluids. Maggie whimpered at the loss, her thighs trembling as she collapsed onto the bed, her pussy still throbbing.
Leo collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His fingers brushed against her messy, sweat-dampened hair, pushing it out of her face.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, blinking slowly as he studied the dulled glint in Maggie's eyes. "You okay, baby?" His voice was rough, thick with concern even as his cock twitched against her thigh, already hungry for more.
Maggie nodded slowly, her eyelids heavy. She could feel the lingering warmth of their shared arousal between her thighs, the sticky proof of their passion. Leo's cum had leaked out of her, but not completely—thick strands still clung to her inner walls, taunting her. She reached down, her fingers pressing against her swollen lips, feeling the mess they’d made—her own slick arousal mixed with Leo’s thick, creamy cum.
She sighed softly, her breath hitching as she pulled her fingers away, leaving them glistening. “Mmm… still warm,” she murmured, lifting her digits to Leo’s lips. “Look. See? You put your *mark* on me.”
Leo groaned, his cock twitching at the sight of her fingers coated in his cum. He didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his lips around her fingers, sucking them deep into his mouth, savoring the taste—salty, thick, *theirs*. His tongue swirled around her digits, cleaning her thoroughly before pulling back with a wet *pop*. Their eyes were locked on each other until Leo sighed. "I hate this. I have to go to practice."
Maggie rolled beneath him and pulled him down for a long soft kiss before whispering, "It's okay. I feel your warm love inside me. I'll go back to my room and do homework. Maybe think of you a little." Maggie smirked, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I can still feel you dripping out of me, Leo."
Leo groaned, his cock twitching against her thigh again. "You're killing me," he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. "I’m gonna be hard all through practice now."
Maggie giggled, sliding off the bed and stretching her arms above her head. The movement made her breasts lift slightly, her nipples still hard from their earlier activities.
Leo watched as she bent to retrieve her discarded clothes, the afternoon light pooling around her bare form. The slight tremor in her fingers as she pulled her panties back on betrayed just a hint of lingering pleasure.
Leo watched as she moved with a newfound confidence, the way her hips swayed just a little more than usual, the way her fingers lingered on her collarbone when she adjusted her top. He had always found her beautiful, but now there was something different—something electric.
Maggie tilted Leo's chin up and gave him a soft kiss. "Just don't do any damage to that magnificent cock, okay?" Leo nodded, and Maggie winked. "Text me tonight, Leo?" Maggie asked as she pulled on her shoes, her fingers lingering on the laces. "I want to hear how practice went. And maybe we can talk about something else too." Her voice was soft, but the mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her.
Leo grinned, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "You know I will, baby. Now get out of here before I decide to skip practice and keep you here all day."
Maggie laughed, the sound light and airy, and leaned in for one last kiss. "I’ll save you some dessert," she murmured against his lips before slipping out the door, leaving Leo with the scent of vanilla and sex lingering in the air.
When she got back to her room, she found Claire stretched out asleep on Maggie's own bed and no sigh of Abby. Maggie admired Claire's new art as she took off her own clothes. Then she leaned lower and kissed Claire softly. "Wake up, slutty girl. Got something for you." Claire opened her eyes just in time to see Maggie descend, her cunt fitting nicely over Claire's lips. Claire groaned and began licking slowly, her hands sliding up Maggie's body to tweak her nipples.
Maggie gasped and rocked her hips against Claire's face, grinding her pussy against the girl's mouth. "That's it, baby," Maggie moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Lick my fucking cunt like a good little slut. Tell me how much you like Leo's cum mixed with my pussy juices."
Claire whimpered, her tongue swirling around Maggie's clit before diving deep into her slit, lapping up the mix of Leo's cum and Maggie's own arousal. The taste of them together was intoxicating, and Claire's fingers dug into Maggie's thighs as she devoured her, her tongue flicking and circling with practiced precision.
Maggie's hands tangled in Claire's hair, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, grinding her dripping cunt against Claire's face. The sounds of Claire's eager lapping and Maggie's breathless moans filled the room, the scent of sex thick in the air.
"Fuck, Claire—" Maggie gasped, her voice trembling as she rocked her hips harder, pushing her clit against Claire's tongue. "You're such a *good* little slut for me. Look at you, eating my pussy like it's your last fucking meal."
Claire moaned against her, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through Maggie's body.
She could feel Claire's tongue pressing deeper, her hands gripping Maggie's ass cheeks, pulling her closer so that her face was pressed tight against Maggie's dripping pussy.
Maggie gasped, her hips jerking forward as Claire's tongue speared into her entrance, fucking her slowly at first before the pace quickened. Maggie's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Claire's mouth worked her, her tongue swirling around her clit before dipping back down to lap at her slit.
"Fuck—Claire—*yes*—" Maggie whimpered, her fingers tightening in Claire's hair, her nails scraping against the scalp. "Just like that, baby. " Maggie rode a little longer then pivoted, settling her hips on Claire's and kissing Claire slowly and deep, fucking her mouth as Claire had just been fucking her pussy.
Maggie could taste herself on Claire's lips and tongue which only made her arousal burn hotter. Her hips gyrated slowly, rolling her slick folds over Claire's, sharing the slickness of their combined arousal.
She pulled back to murmur, "You taste us together, don't you? You love eating your best friend's cum-filled cunt," Maggie purred, her voice thick with lust. "Mmm... you taste good on you."
Claire moaned, her hands sliding up to wrap around Maggie's waist, pulling her down so that their cunts rubbed together. Maggie gasped at the friction, then turned knowing eyes on Claire. "How long were you with Eva and Liza? And how many of Eva's friends joined in?" She gave Claire a soft kiss.
Claire didn't blush. Her fingers groped Maggie's firm ass and she returned Maggie's gaze confidently. "Five hours. She called three friends. So five women fucking me every way they could." She leaned up and lightly bit Maggie's lower lip. "It was glorious and it has completely changed my outlook on sex and my friends. You."
Claire's voice was a breathy whisper against Maggie's lips, her fingers tracing the curve of Maggie's hip before slipping between their bodies to tease the swollen, sensitive flesh of Maggie's clit.
Maggie moaned, her thighs trembling as Claire's touch sent a jolt of electricity through her already overstimulated body. "Tell me everything," she demanded, her voice thick with need, her hips rolling against Claire's hand. "Tell me how they fucked you, how they made you scream."
Claire's fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing down on Maggie's clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Her other hand slid up Maggie's back, her nails scraping lightly against her spine, sending shivers down Maggie's body.
Maggie gasped, her hips jerking forward against Claire's touch. "Fuck—Claire—" she whimpered, her voice trembling as she tried to focus on Claire's words. "Tell me how they made you *scream*—"
Claire chuckled darkly, her breath hot against Maggie's ear as she leaned in closer. "Liza started," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "She spread me on the examination table, her hands gripping my hips so tight I know there'll be bruises. And then she took my ass with the same strap-on. Then Eva came in and sucked my tits and pussy before Liza took my ass again and Eva fucked my pussy." Claire stuck out her tongue and licked Maggie's mouth. "Turns out I like being double-penetrated...a lot. I screamed the loudest then." Claire's other hand dipped lower, one finger pushing inside Maggie. "Liza fucked my little tight asshole and Eva put her big beautiful thick dick right against my pussy and then they pushed inside me together. Maggie, you should have heard me, screaming like a little slut hole with her first big cock inside me. And I came so hard, squirting all over Liza and Eva’s faces as they ate my dripping cunt while they fucked mytight little ass."
Maggie gasped, her hips jerking against Claire’s touch at the vivid description.
She could practically *see* it—the way Eva and Liza would have worked her over, their hands gripping her firm ass, their bodies covering hers as they stuffed her full in every way imaginable. The thought of it made her pussy throb, already slick and needy.
“Fuck, Claire,” Maggie groaned, her voice thick with desire. “You liked it, didn’t you? Being *used* like that. Being *owned*.”
Claire moaned in response, her fingers curling inside Maggie with slow, deliberate thrusts as she let images play out in her head. “God, yes,” she admitted, her voice a breathy rasp. “I *loved* it.
I fucking *needed* it,” Claire confessed, her voice trembling as she worked her fingers deeper inside Maggie’s dripping cunt. “They made me feel like a *thing*—a *toy*—and I fucking *loved* it.”
Maggie gasped, her hips bucking against Claire’s hand as the other girl’s words sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. The thought of Claire being used like that—*fucked* like that—made her pussy clench around Claire’s fingers, her arousal dripping down to soak the sheets beneath them.
“Tell me more,” Maggie demanded, her voice a breathless whimper. “Tell me *everything*, Claire."
Claire nodded. "I'm shaky on details after that. Liza's three friends showed up and took turns on my ass and pussy and, eventually, my mouth. Then I got to eat some of them out as I was being fucked." Claire dragged a finger down Maggie's cheek. "I thought there was a limit to how full you could feel, but I was wrong."
A single tear tracked down Claire's face. She looked up at Maggie. "Please forgive me, Maggie, for ever thinking you were a slut. It was...glorious, being used and finding more and more capacity for more. I didn't want to stop. But Liza said she couldn't do my piercings and tattoo if I was squirming around with a cock in my ass." The two of them giggled at the image.
"And then I got back here somehow and Abby let me sleep til you got back. And then you just...held me. Both of you."
Maggie squeezed Claire's finger with the muscles of her pussy. "Because we love you, slutty girl." Maggie murmured, her voice thick with affection as she kissed Claire's forehead. "You deserve to be taken care of after all that." Maggie purred as she cupped Claire's cheek tenderly. Her thumb wiped away the tear that had fallen, then she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Claire's forehead before trailing her lips down Claire's jawline, lingering at the sensitive spot where Claire's neck met her shoulder.
"I want to feel you recover your strength in my arms," Maggie murmured against Claire's skin, her breath warm and sending shivers down Claire's frame. Her hand slid down from Claire's waist, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between Claire's thighs. Maggie could already feel the heat radiating from Claire's core, her arousal mounting just from the gentle attention.
She kissed down Claire's sternum, her tongue tracing slow, wet lines over the soft skin between her breasts, savoring the salty sweetness of her friend's sweat and lingering perfume. Maggie's hands slipped lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of Claire's thong before tugging it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered against Claire's thighs as Maggie exposed her, revealing the glistening pink folds already slick with anticipation.
Maggie's breath hitched as she took in the sight—Claire's pussy swollen and ready, her labia parted to reveal the deep pink flesh within, her clit peeking out from its hood, already hard and begging for attention. Maggie kissed Claire's clit just as softly as she just had her forehead, then murmured, "Are you a slut now, baby?" Maggie kissed the sensitive nub again. "Do you crave sex?" Maggie whispered, her warm breath fans against Claire's sensitive clit, making the girl whimper and arch her back slightly.
Claire's breath stuttered in her throat as she nodded slowly, her dark eyes locked on Maggie's face with an intensity that sent a jolt of arousal straight to Maggie's core. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want it...all the time now." Claire's hips lifted off the bed, seeking more of Maggie's touch. "After I was with Eva and Liza, I realized that I need to feel wanted...needed. To be *taken*. To be *used*."
Maggie groaned, her tongue flicking out to lap at Claire’s clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "And when you are *used*, does it feel good?" Maggie's voice was a low, sultry purr, her lips brushing against Claire's clit with every word. She could feel Claire's body trembling beneath her, the girl's breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Maggie's tongue traced slow, teasing circles around her swollen nub.
Claire's fingers tangled in Maggie's hair, her nails scraping lightly against her scalp as she pulled her closer. "Fuck, yes—" she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "It feels so *good*, Maggie. So *fucking* good."
Maggie chuckled darkly, her breath hot against Claire's slick folds. She looked up at Claire's dilated eyes. "Do you think you're ready to have real cock now?" Maggie nibbled playfully on Claire's clit. "Or maybe two?" Maggie purred, her tongue swirling around Claire’s clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her free hand slid up Claire’s thigh, fingers teasing the sensitive flesh just above her knee before working their way higher. "Because I bet you’d be a *good* little slut to take both a real cock *and* a strap-on at the same time, wouldn’t you?" Maggie’s voice was thick with teasing as her fingers hovered just shy of Claire’s dripping entrance, her breath ghosting over the swollen pink lips.
Claire whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed again, desperate for more. "Yes—*fuck*—yes, I want both," she gasped, her voice unsteady. "I need it—need to be filled in every hole at once. God, Maggie, make me feel like a real slut."
Maggie turned her head slightly and wetly kissed Claire's thigh. "Oh, Claire-bear, you have no idea how good it feels to have all three holes filled at once, big meaty cocks stretching you so delightfully....how hard it is to even think straight." Maggie turned her head again and licked the length of Claire's pussy, slowly.
"And then, when those big beautiful cocks spray their seed. On your face, on your tits, on your cunt, on your ass. Oh god, Claire-bear, it feels so good!" Maggie's voice was a husky moan as her tongue curled around Claire’s clit, then slid lower to tease the tight pucker of her ass. Her free hand gripped Claire’s thigh, fingers digging in as she pulled the girl’s leg up to her shoulder, opening her wide. "You taste like fucking sin," Maggie growled against Claire’s slick flesh, her breath hot and ragged as she speared two fingers into Claire’s dripping cunt, curling them against the front wall while her tongue flicked relentlessly over the clit.
Claire screamed, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at Maggie’s hair as the dual assault sent electric shocks through her entire body.
The wet sounds of Maggie’s tongue working her clit mixed with the obscene *squelch* of fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt. Claire's hips rocked wildly, her body betraying how desperately she needed this—needed *her*.
Maggie growled low in her throat, her free hand sliding up to grip Claire’s hip, pinning her down as she fucked her harder, her fingers plunging in deep with each thrust. She could feel Claire’s pussy clench around her fingers, the walls fluttering madly as Maggie curled them inside, pressing against that sensitive spot that made Claire’s legs tremble.
Maggie paused to kiss Claire's clit softly again before diving back in. "And all of that is...absolutely nothing when you feel that hot cum enter your body. Talk about used and claimed!? Isn't that what you really want, little sister slut?" Maggie asked before clamping her lips around Claire's throbbing clitoris and sucking it into her hot mouth. She lashed it mercilessly with the flat of her tongue while two fingers fucked Claire's drenched cunt with hard, wet strokes.
Claire's entire body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around Maggie's head as she screamed wordless obscenities. Maggie growled against her clit, the vibrations sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through Claire's trembling body. The sheets beneath them were completely soaked with Claire's arousal, the sticky evidence of her climax spreading across the mattress.
Maggie waited until Claire's trembling subsided before she slowly pulled her mouth away, licking her lips appreciatively as she took in the sight of Claire's flushed, satiated body. Maggie's fingers slipped free from Claire's pussy with a wet *pop*, glistening with Claire's juices as she withdrew them.
Maggie crawled up Claire's body, kissing her way up Claire's trembling thighs, her stomach, finally capturing Claire's mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. Claire moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on Maggie's tongue—salty, musky, *Claire*. Slowly she drew back and murmured, "Tell me how much you want a real cock. A warm, throbbing piece of man-meat, Claire." Maggie's voice was a sultry growl as she finally pulled back from the kiss, her dark eyes locked onto Claire's with a hunger that made the smaller girl shiver. "I want to feel him split me open, stretch me wide, make me scream his name while I take every thick, leaking inch of his cock. I want to be so full of him that I can feel his heartbeat inside my cunt."
Claire moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as if seeking out an invisible cock. "Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I want that too. I want to be stuffed full, Maggie. I want to feel a real cock inside me for the first time," Claire whimpered, her voice trembling with raw need. Her fingers dug into Maggie’s shoulders, her nails leaving half-moon marks in the soft flesh as she pulled her closer. "I want to know what it feels like to have a man’s thick, heavy cock pounding into me while you watch."
Maggie groaned, her own arousal flaring at the thought.
She could *see* it—Claire spread wide on the bed, her tight little pussy glistening with need, her asshole clenching in anticipation as some thick, veiny cock pushed inside her for the first time. The thought made Maggie’s own cunt throb, her clit aching for attention.
"Fuck, Claire," Maggie breathed, her lips brushing against Claire’s ear as she whispered filthy promises. "I’m going to find you the biggest, thickest cock on campus. One that’ll stretch that tight little pussy of yours so good you’ll be walking funny for days.
And when he’s done with you, I’m gonna lick every drop of his cum out of your used-up cunt while you beg for more and then feed it to you.”
Claire whimpered, her thighs trembling as she imagined it—some faceless, muscular jock with a cock so thick it would take both hands to wrap around it, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. Her fingers dug into Maggie’s shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks in the soft flesh. "Please, Maggie," she gasped, her voice thick with desperation. "I need it!"
Maggie nodded. "I know you do, sweet girl. And we'll make it happen. You're going to be the best slut on campus, I know it. Men and women will beg to fuck you and be fucked by you." Maggie nipped Claire's lower lip. "But for now, you're stuck with just me and Abby." Maggie gave Claire one last lingering kiss on her forehead before situating herself between Claire’s parted thighs once more. This time, she was determined to give Claire everything she craved—every filthy promise fulfilled with her mouth.
Maggie’s hands slid up Claire’s thighs, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart to expose her completely. Maggie raised sad eyes to Claire's and whispered, "Will you ever forgive me?" Claire's pussy was still glistening from her earlier orgasm, the pink folds swollen and parted, her clit peeking out from its hood, already throbbing with renewed need. Maggie made a playful moue before opening her mouth and closing it around Claire's sex, sucking and lashing Claire's clit with her tongue all at once.
Claire gasped and arched her back, her fingers tangling in Maggie's hair. "Fuck, Maggie—" she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "I forgive you—*please*—"
Maggie didn't answer with words. She answered with her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around Claire's clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive nub before she sucked it between her lips, applying just the right pressure to make Claire's hips buck against her face. Maggie groaned, the vibrations sending fresh waves of pleasure through Claire's trembling body.
Her hands gripped Claire’s thighs, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she pulled Claire’s hips up, burying her face deeper between her legs. Her tongue lashed at Claire’s clit with relentless precision, swirling and teasing, before dipping lower to fuck her tight entrance with shallow, darting strokes.
Claire screamed, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at Maggie’s hair as the pleasure mounted. “Fuck—Maggie—*please*—” she whimpered, her voice breaking as Maggie’s tongue speared into her with a wet, obscene *squelch*.
Maggie didn’t let up.
She sucked Claire’s clit between her lips, her tongue flicking against it with relentless precision, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Claire’s thighs as she held her open. The taste of Claire’s arousal was intoxicating—salty, musky, *perfect*. Maggie groaned against her, the vibrations making Claire whimper and buck her hips.
"Fuck, Maggie—*don’t stop*—" Claire gasped, her voice trembling as she ground her pussy against Maggie’s face. Her thighs trembled, her body already on the edge again.
Maggie growled, her lips sealing around Claire’s clit as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling in tight circles.
The wet, obscene sound of Maggie’s mouth working Claire’s slick flesh filled the room, mixed with the girl’s breathless whimpers and the slick *squelch* of Maggie’s fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt.
Claire’s hips rocked wildly, her thighs trembling as she pushed her pussy harder against Maggie’s face. “Fuck—Maggie—*I can’t*—I can’t—” she stuttered, her voice thick with desperate need. Her fingers tangled in Maggie’s dark hair, her nails scraping against the scalp as she pulled her closer, unable to get enough.
Maggie didn’t answer.
She pulled her tongue out of Claire’s needy cunt and sat up on her knees, leaving Claire panting and trembling on the bed. Maggie looked down at her friend, this girl who had always been so reserved, so proper—now a writhing, desperate slut under her mouth. Maggie reached a hand down to adjust her own soaked panties, her fingers brushing against her own swollen lips.
“You’re such a good little slut for me,” Maggie purred, her voice thick with lust. “Look at you, all desperate and needy.
So fucking *beautiful* when you beg,” Maggie murmured as she pulled Claire’s hands above her head, pinning them against the pillow with one of hers. Her free hand traced down Claire’s trembling stomach, fingers dipping between the parted lips of her pussy, still slick and dripping. “You love this, don’t you? Love being my little slut? My hungry little cunt that’s never satisfied?” Maggie’s voice was a low growl, thick with lust as she teased Claire’s clit with slow, deliberate circles. Claire’s breath hitched, her body arching into the touch. “Y-yes,” she stuttered, her voice breaking. “I love it. I *love* it,” Claire gasped, her voice trembling as Maggie’s fingers worked her swollen clit. The room smelled of sweat and sex, the air thick with the scent of Claire’s arousal. Maggie could see the way Claire’s pussy lips glistened, swollen and needy, her thighs trembling as she tried to push herself harder against Maggie’s touch.
Maggie leaned down, her lips brushing against Claire’s ear as she whispered, “You’re *mine*, Claire. My perfect, needy little cunt.” Her fingers slid lower, two of them pressing against Claire’s tight entrance before pushing inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Claire gasped, her back arching off the bed as Maggie’s fingers curled inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that made her legs tremble. “Fucl me—” she whimpered, her hips bucking against Maggie’s hand. “Please, fuck me so hard—!”
Maggie didn’t stop. She fucked Claire with her fingers, her thumb pressing down on Claire’s clit with just the right pressure to make her moan. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers pistoning in and out of Claire’s dripping cunt filled the room, mixed with Claire’s breathless whimpers and the slick *squelch* of Maggie’s fingers working her.
Maggie added a third finger and Claire's body arched, her mouth opening in a soundless scream.
Her pussy clenched desperately around Maggie's fingers, trying to pull them deeper. "Fuck, Maggie—*more*—" Claire gasped, her voice breaking. "I need *more*—!"
Maggie chuckled darkly, her fingers curling inside Claire's tight cunt, stroking that sensitive spot that made Claire's legs tremble. "You're such a greedy little slut, aren't you?" Maggie purred, her voice thick with lust as she leaned down to capture Claire's lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Her tongue pushed past Claire's lips, exploring her mouth with the same slow, deliberate strokes she used to fuck her pussy.
Maggie's fingers curled deep inside Claire's tight entrance, dragging against the sensitive front wall as she found that perfect spot that made Claire's hips jerk violently. The wet, obscene *squelch* of Maggie's fingers sliding in and out of Claire's dripping cunt filled the room, mixed with the girl's desperate whimpers and the slick sound of their bodies working together.
Maggie pulled her mouth away just enough to murmur against Claire's lips, "That's right, baby. Take what I give you. Every. Fucking. Inch. And then tell me how much you love it."
Maggie’s voice was a low growl as she pressed her thumb against Claire’s clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles while her fingers pistoned in and out of Claire’s soaked cunt. The girl’s hips bucked wildly, her back arching off the bed as Maggie’s fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot that made her whimper and tremble.
Claire’s breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Maggie’s mouth descended on hers again, her tongue forcing its way past Claire’s lips.
The kiss was sloppy and desperate, their shared arousal coating their tongues as Maggie’s fingers fucked her with relentless precision. Maggie’s thumb never stopped its maddening circles on Claire’s clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to make her whimper into Maggie’s mouth.
Maggie could feel Claire’s pussy fluttering around her fingers, the walls clenching and unclenching in desperate need. “That’s my good girl,” Maggie growled against Claire’s lips, her voice thick with lust. “Milk those fingers like you’re milking a cock."
Maggie’s voice was a low, filthy purr as she curled her fingers inside Claire’s dripping cunt, the wet *squelch* of her fingers pistoning in and out of the girl’s swollen folds filling the room. Claire’s hips bucked wildly, her thighs trembling as she tried to push herself harder against Maggie’s hand. The sheets beneath them were soaked with Claire’s arousal, the sticky evidence of her climax spreading across the mattress.
Claire whimpered, her fingers clawing at Maggie’s shoulders as she tried to pull her closer.
She could feel herself unraveling—Maggie’s fingers fucked her with hard, wet strokes, her thumb working Claire’s clit in tight, relentless circles. The girl’s hips rocked wildly, her body betraying how desperate she was for *more*.
Maggie pulled her mouth away just enough to growl, “Show me how you’d ride me if I was fucking you right now.”
Claire gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily against Maggie’s hand. “Fuck—Maggie—” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “I—I don’t know!” Her thighs trembled, her body already spiraling toward the edge again.
Maggie grinned ferally at Claire from a few inches away. "Your body knows! Let go, Claire!" Maggie encouraged, her voice a sinful smirk as she wiggled her fingers deeper inside Claire’s swollen cunt, stretching her hungry pussy wide. Claire's breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she obeyed. She began to rock her hips in slow, deliberate circles—fucking herself on Maggie’s fingers the way she wished a thick cock would fuck her. The wet, obscene *squelch* of her pussy swallowing Maggie’s fingers filled the room, mixed with Claire’s desperate whimpers.
Maggie groaned at the sight—Claire’s tits bouncing with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for a mouth, her lips parted in a silent cry as she chased her own pleasure.
The girl was *made* for this—made to be fucked, made to be *used*. Maggie’s fingers curled inside Claire’s tight cunt, stroking that perfect spot that made her whimper and grind down harder.
“That’s it, baby,” Maggie growled, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck my fingers like you’re riding a real cock. Show me how bad you want it.”
Claire’s breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she rode Maggie’s hand with desperate abandon. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal coating Maggie’s fingers as she fucked herself on them, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.
Then Claire's body convulsed, then again, then a third time. She howled and arched, trying to pull Maggie's hand inside her as she came, squirting all over Maggie's delighted body. The wet sounds of her cunt swallowing Maggie’s fingers filled the room, mixed with Claire’s desperate whimpers and the slick *squelch* of her pussy gripping Maggie’s hand.
Maggie’s free hand slid up Claire’s trembling stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before sliding up to grip her breast. She squeezed, her thumb brushing over the hard peak of Claire’s nipple, her touch rough and possessive. “Fuck, Claire,” Maggie groaned, her voice thick with lust as she watched the girl ride her fingers. “You’re so fucking *perfect* like this.”
Claire’s breath hitched, her hips bucking harder against Maggie’s hand. The girl’s pussy was still clenching around Maggie’s fingers, her arousal dripping down her thighs as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Maggie could feel Claire’s walls fluttering, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
Maggie leaned down, her lips brushing against Claire’s ear as she whispered filthy promises. “You’re such a good little slut for me, Claire,” Maggie purred, her voice thick with lust. “I can feel how much you love this. How much you *need* it.”
Claire gasped for air, panting at her use. She reached up and pulled Maggie's mouth to her, kissing hungrily, her heart racing. Maggie carded her hair, then started when another hand joined hers in Claire's hair. She looked up to find Abby beside her caressing Claire as well. Abby gave Maggie a half-grin and kissed her cheek. "We have *got* to get this woman laid, sister-slut."