The farm stretched across the darkness like a sleeping guardian, its boundaries standing tall in the night sky. The farmhouse sat distant and still in the dark, with not even a porch light breaking the darkness that surrounded it.
Only the pale crescent moon hanging low in the star-scattered sky provided any illumination, casting everything in silver and midnight blue.
The air carried the rhythmic chirping of crickets hidden in the grass, the gentle rustle of crops swaying in the breeze, and the wet, obscene sounds of Maggie's mouth working around Wesker's length.
Slurp! Glug!
Slurp!
His fingers were tangled in her short brown hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head back and forth with desperate eagerness. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head with gentle but rapid movements, drawing deep groans from his throat as he pushed deeper into her willing mouth.
"Fuck," he growled, his grip tightening as he began to thrust more forcefully, using her throat like his personal plaything.
Cough!
She choked slightly but didn't pull away, her eyes watering as she took his whole length.
The pressure built quickly, and with one final harsh thrust, he buried himself deep into her throat and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth and throat.
Gulp!
Slurp!
She swallowed frantically, gulping down every drop without letting even a trace escape her lips.
Swallow! Gulp!
Maggie glanced at his face, "Did you get the Idea?" She asked breathlessly, still on her knees as she continued to serve his shaft like a devoted servant, her tongue trailing along every inch and vein of his still throbbing length.
Wesker's lips twitched in quiet frustration—an irritation, an itch, he now had to scratch. Her mouth around him only fueled his hunger rather than satisfying it.
He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her roughly to her feet. "Not quite," he murmured against her ear, a smirk playing on his lips, before spinning her around smoothly.
His right hand slithered down to her tight denim shorts, fingers sliding beneath the cotton barrier of her panties. Two of his fingers immediately dove into her dripping folds, earning a sharp gasp from her lips as her ass instinctively pressed against his still-rigid member.
Aaahn~
Hmmm~
His left hand traveled up her toned stomach under the loose grey T-shirt, climbing until he reached her bare breasts. His palm cupped the soft flesh, thumb grazing her stiff nipples, sending tremors down her spine.
Hnnng~
"No bra?" he noted—a silent observation that wasn't quite silent, his voice holding a hint of amusement.
"I... hoped—Ahn—!" she stammered breathlessly, too consumed by the sensation of his fingers inside her to complete her thought.
He nipped the tender skin of her neck, teeth applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch against. The teasing only lasted moments before his own lust took over.
With practiced ease, he bent her over the wooden fence, his hands making quick work of her tight shorts and pink panties, sliding them down her trembling legs until they sat around her ankles.
The cool air kissed her exposed skin, moisture running down her inner thighs, making the breeze feel like ice water against her slender legs, causing her to shiver.
Behind her, Wesker brought his glistening finger to his mouth, tasting her sweet nectar with deliberate slowness.
The flavor was intoxicating, musky, and sweet, driving him over the edge. His eyes never left her trembling form as he savored her essence before returning his wet finger to her dripping cave.
He traced her sensitive petals, his fingertips gently rubbed over her swollen clit before sliding back up to rub against her wet entrance.
She whimpered softly, her hips bucking desperately against his touch as he teased her relentlessly.
For a long, torturous minute, he continued sliding his thumb in and out of her, almost entering her, then pulling away to caress her outer lips, keeping her on the brink.
"Please," she whispered desperately, mindful to keep her voice low so the people sleeping in the distant cars wouldn't wake. Her body was trembling with barely contained desire, every nerve ending screaming for more. "Please, Wesker, I need you inside me."
Wesker leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her shoulder blades as he studied her expression of pure desperation and need.
Her face was flushed, lips parted as she panted softly, eyes glazed with lust. The sight of her complete surrender only brought a wicked smile of satisfaction to his lips.
"I was just returning the favor for tempting me," he whispered before bringing his nectar-coated fingers to her gasping mouth. And without hesitation, he forced them between her lips, and she took them without resistance.
"Clean them," Wesker ordered, as his commanding voice made her shudder.
She obeyed like a trained animal, sucking her own taste, her tongue circled his digits, cleaning them thoroughly while her core clenched around emptiness, aching to be filled.
"Good girl," he kissed her neck before withdrawing his fingers from her mouth and aligning his thick shaft to her dripping folds.
Their most sensitive parts brushed against each other—the swollen head of his member sliding across her slick lips, coating himself in her arousal.
The brief contact sent an electric shock through their bodies.
Then, without warning, he pierced her in one powerful thrust.
Aaaahn~
She screamed in pure pleasure, her voice echoing across the farmland despite her earlier attempts at being quiet.
The sound was raw and primal, reaching clearly to the tuck in the distance where Andrea and Amy slept peacefully, unaware of the passionate encounter unfolding under the stars.
The sensation of being filled so completely and suddenly was overwhelming. Her tight walls stretched around his girth, every nerve firing at once as her body struggled to adapt to his size. The slight burn of the stretch only added to the pleasure coursing through her.
Wesker groaned deeply as her scorching heat enveloped him completely. She was tight, her inner walls gripping him like a vice, determined to never let go.
But it was perfect, the pressure, the heat, the pulsing warmth that increased with her heartbeat.
He didn't give her time to adjust. Pulling back until only the head remained inside her, he drove forward again with even more force.
Her body jolted against the fence, and the weathered wood creaked under the impact as another cry of pleasure tore from her throat.
Hnnng~
Each powerful thrust shockwaved through her entire frame. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, hardened nipples scraping against the fabric of her t-shirt with each forward motion.
Yes! Aaaahn
Her fingers gripped the fence rail so tightly her knuckles went white, using it as an anchor as he pounded into her relentlessly, unconcerned if the guests woke or not
The feeling of her wall stretching was constant and intense; her walls forced to house his thickness with each stroke. With every push and pull, she could feel his cock throb and pulse inside her, like a second heartbeat, nearly splitting her apart.
But that's exactly what she craved.
"H-Harder!" She gasped.
Wesker smirked at her breathless plea, a dark satisfaction crossing his features as he suddenly changed their position, pulling her back against his muscled chest, lifting her completely off the ground until only her toes barely touched the dew-damped grass.
Being suspended on his cock like this made her release even more of her nectar, the new angle allowing him to penetrate her even deeper than before. Her weight pushed her down onto his thick shaft, gravity forcing every inch of his length to stretch her tight hole to its absolute limit.
Her hands at her sides, fingers folded in fists, knuckles white from the pressure, "Oh God~" she gasped as he began lifting her up and down on his cock, now she had really become his plaything.
Aahn~
Hnng~
Each downward motion drove him impossibly deeper, hitting spots inside her that made stars explode behind her closed eyes.
His hand again found something to play with, his left reaching her bouncy breasts, finger kneading the soft flesh while his thumb circled her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
Nnng~
The dual sensation of his rough palm on her on her peaks and his length stretching her made her head fall back against his shoulder in pure ecstasy.
Meanwhile, his right hand traveled down to test the waters of her dripping cave, fingers finding where they were joined and playing with her clit like turning a faucet.
The stimulation made her inner walls clench even tighter around his throbbing length, drawing a deep groan from his throat, as nectar rained down her thigh.
"You really like being a fucktoy, don't you?" he whispered into her ear, glancing at her face, her mouth open, drooling from the corner of her lips, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
He chuckled to himself, hearing not one coherent word escape her, and continued to bounce her on his cock with increasing intensity.
Unknown to the two lost in their moment of passion, Andrea had awakened from their shameless display in the open field. The distant sounds of Maggie's screams and the faint rhythmic beat of flesh had penetrated through her sleep, pulling her from nightmares into the stark reality of what was happening mere yards away.
She lay frozen in the back of the truck, Amy's head still resting peacefully on her shoulder, completely oblivious to the erotic scene unfolding under the starlight. Andrea's heart hammered against her chest as she watched a familiar silhouette bouncing a young girl up and down on his cock like she weighed nothing.
"Oh fuck," Andrea breathed silently, her arm wrapped around her sister's ears to shield her from the obscene sounds echoing in the distance.
But even as she tried to protect Amy's innocence, Andrea found herself unable to look away. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she watched the girl's slender form almost suspended in the air, toes curling as the man used her like a fleshlight.
Aaahn~
Thwack!
Hnnng~
The sounds were driving Andrea wild; the last two months of buried hunger and desire sparked, as her pulse quickened with each breathless cry and wet slap of flesh.
Without conscious thought, her other hand began trailing down her body, fingers trembling as they found the growing dampness between her thighs.
Her jeans were already soaked through, the denim dark with her fluids as she watched the primal act taking place.
She couldn't see their faces; it was dark, and they were facing away from her, but she could see them wrapped around each other, the way her body convulsed with each thrust, the way her head fell back in complete surrender and loss of control.
"Jesus Christ," Andrea whispered, her own hand pressing against her drenched folds through the fabric, trying to relieve the ache that was building inside her.
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting back her own moans as she watched the man's hands roam over the girl's body, one kneading her bouncing breasts, the other working at her nether region.
The sight of complete dominance over the helpless girl sent waves of heat coursing through Andrea's own body.
Her fingers worked frantically against her soaked jeans before she slipped her hand beneath the waistband. Her panties were completely drenched, clinging to her wet lips as she touched her clit.
"Fuck… of fuck…" she whispered breathlessly, her fingers circling her lovebud as she watched the couple's rhythm intensify in the distance.
The man's thrusts were becoming more erratic, more desperate, while the girl's cries grew higher and more frantic. Andrea could tell they were close; she could see it in the way their bodies moved together with increasing urgency
Mmmm~
Aaaahn~
Andrea's own climax was building, as two of her fingers plunged deeper inside her dripping slit while her thumb continued its assault on her clit.
She could feel her walls clenching around her fingers, her body trembling as she fought to stay silent, remembering that her sister was next to her.
But the voyeuristic thrill of watching while hidden only made her arousal more intense, and Amy being next to her only made it extreme, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
In the distance, she could see the man's movements become more violent, more possessive, as he bounced the girl with increasing desperation. The girl's voice was breaking, her screams becoming incoherent as pleasure overwhelmed her completely.
'I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" the girl's voice carried across the field, as the man moved his hand from her breasts to her mouth, muffling her scream.
Andrea's own orgasm was seconds away, her body coiled tight like a spring as she watched the final moments of their act. Her fingers worked senslessly, wanting to release before they vanished.
Then it happened all at once.
The girl in the distance let out a scream, muffled by the man's hand, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm crashed over her. At the same moment, the man's movements became brutal and erratic as he buried himself deep inside her, his own climax hitting with force.
"Aaaahn-mmmph!" the girl screamed through his hand that tightened around her mouth from the climax, as he groaned behind her, filling her womb with his thick seed.
Andrea exploded at the same exact moment, her cave gushing around her fingers at the most intense orgasm of her life, ripped through her body. Her jeans became completely soaked as she squirted, the denim dark and wet as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
She quickly removed her hand that wrapped around Amy and bit down on it to keep her from screaming, her body convulsing like the girl's, as she watched the man empty himself inside the girl's shivering body.
The sight of his final brutal thrusts, combined with the broken cries of pleasure escaping the girl's muffled mouth, sent jolts through Andrea's jerking body.
"Oh god…haa—haa," she whispered breathlessly, her fingers still working through the aftershocks as all three of them rode out their simultaneous release under the star-filled sky.
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