Maggie 2.14 (Patreon)

She watched him between her open legs. Kneeling between them, confident, shirtless, hand in the pocket of his pants, doing something. His belt was unbuckled, his fly down but his cock had slipped back inside there, evident against the fabric, but hidden. The light cast from low, up high across his body, threw deep shadows on his face, showed his masculine angles. His shoulder muscles flexed as he worked something out of his pocket. He held it bunched in his fist, extended the fist towards her, opened it, and let the silky fabric scroll and dangle between them. The tie he’d worn today, the one she’d smoothed her hands over when they stood on the pulpit, the spot where she and Max would wed.

Cole held an end in each hand, leaned and hooped it around behind her head, sawed it in place along the back of her neck. His hands worked it into a loose Windsor knot. Max’s eyes were wide, could not believe what he was watching. Neither could she. He held the knot, worked the wide end of the tie down her chest, drew the knot up close to her throat. Pulled her by the tie then, drew her up to sit, her mouth at his waist. Her hands went up the front of his pants, rubbed his cock through the cotton.

She could not believe this was her friend. Knew Cole had a reputation, didn’t know it would be so intimidating to be with him. He was so dominant, so controlling, and she was falling into it, doing it willingly, wanting to feel what it would be like to be taken over. She’d spent so much time with him and there had never been a thing between them. Drank pitchers of beer, got drunk, did homework, movies, hours of video games. She knew he was hot. Saw him play lacrosse before, saw him shirtless before. Innocent. Not sexual. Knew he had a hot body. When they were in public she liked to be seen with him, wanted other people to know they were friends. Liked to put her hands on him innocently, liked it when he played around with her. Just good fun. Couldn’t believe where they were now. Max was allowing something incredible but it was beginning to appear it might be more than either of them expected.

“Put your hand in my fly.”

She did, slipped her hand between the unzipped flaps. He wasn’t wearing underwear and she ran her fingers along the base of his cock. He thrust his hips towards her and her hand went under, brushed his scrotum hanging loose. She cradled his balls.

“Oh, Cole.”

“You like those?”

“Your balls...are...they’re so huge.” They were. Bigger than Max’s, bigger than Jay’s even. They were hot and loose in his dangling hairy scrotum. She fondled them carefully and looked up into his eyes.

“You want to see what’s in them?”

“I do,” she whispered.

“I’ll show you. Take my cock out.”

* * *

Max had seen Cole naked before. Showers at the gym, once when they roomed at a conference in Washington D.C. He averted his eyes. Could tell he was doing all right down there. Had heard from two girls that he was hung. Last night saw that he was indeed endowed. Now from Maggie’s own lips he was learning that his best friend had a big set of balls. It turned his stomach. Seeing Maggie with her hand in his fly and then remarking at how big they were had twisted him further, and he thought he’d been flexed to maximum density already. He sat on his knees right next to them, folding his arms up with his hands under his armpits because he didn’t know what else to do right now.

Maggie gripped Cole’s cock, admired it. Held it loose, her hand not enough to come right around his girth, his fat glans peeking at her from its tight sleeve. She pulled it back, let the foreskin peel behind the flared rim.

“Suck it, Maggie, get it wet,” he said.

She took him in her mouth again, sucked and twisted her hand on his shaft.

“Easy, easy,” he said, “not too much. Lots of spit.”

She slowed and he gently humped her open mouth. Maggie hummed around it, made lots of wet sounds. “Thats it,” he said, running his hands through her hair, then tying up her tie again, like they were about to head into church. She was naked except for his tie, sitting on her knees, sucking his cock, and he thought she was more beautiful than ever. The tightness loosened, a warmth spread over him. He could enjoy it. She certainly was.

“That’s it, more spit...we want it wet, don’t we?”

She nodded with his cock stretching her lips wide and her eyes squinting as it went in and out.

“Yeah, nice and wet...”

Max frowned, said, “Don’t you...shouldn’t you wear a condom?”

“With Maggie?”

“Yeah...”

“Not my Margaret. She’s as clean as they come. She’s my little virgin.”

Maggie moaned.

“I’m always protected, but not for her...she wants my bare cock...”

She nodded again, hummed an affirmation.

“You sure?” Max said, trying to get her eye.

She nodded again, stroking and sucking.

Cole said, “Max, it’s Maggie—I’m not fucking around, she’s my best friend...”

“Okay,” he said. Excited and frightened at the prospect.

Cole said, “Okay, Maggie, okay, that’s it, girl,” he held her cheeks in his hands and pulled her mouth slowly off him until it was free and bobbing in her face. It glistened with her spit, saliva filled his creases, spilled from the groove where his foreskin bunched up at the glans, a long wiggling rope of Maggie’s spit fell to her bed.

He unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down his thighs, said, “Nice and wet, Maggie. Now I can fuck you. You want this cock, don’t you?” he said, guiding her to lay back.

“I want that cock so bad.”

“Tell me. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want that cock so bad, Cole...”

“That’s it—say my name...”

“I’ve been aching for that cock all day, Cole... You got me so wet...”

“That’s it,” he said, getting between her legs.

“Max,” she said, her eyes still on Cole’s.

“What?”

“Don’t sit there with your clothes on, take them off.”

“We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, Maggie,” Cole said with her on her back, him over her, still cradling her face. “I’m going to fuck you every way tonight, but I want to look in your eyes when I put it into you.”

“Oh,” she gasped, her wet eyes going wide, the two of them staring into each other. Cole put his hands out on either side of her, on all fours over her, while she spread her legs wide for him. He was in position.

His face hovered over hers, his cock thrust up between them. He was rock hard. So thick, a curve bending it back so the tip pointed upward now. He bounced it, made it tap her belly, moving lower and lower between her legs while they still said nothing but stared into one another’s eyes.

Max unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt while he watched. He swallowed hard.

Maggie ran her hands up Coles arms, Cole bounced the plump end of his cock til it touched her pussy. Maggie jolted, gasped.

“Mm,” Cole said, “feel that pussy, mm, Maggie I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She nodded, pulled her lower lip into her mouth.

He wiggled it into her. Just the head of it slipping inside her. She inhaled, her chest rose high and her nipples bunched and stretched.

“What a nice little pussy, Maggie. All this time, all the days we spent together, we could have been doing this...”

Her lips plopped out and she gasped, “Please just do it, God, you’re killing me...”

“Maggie wants this big cock...”

“Fuck, Cole, please give me that big cock...”

He sunk himself some more.

“Oh that’s it, that’s it,” she cried. “Yes...”

“Fuck, Maggie, you’ve got such a tight little pussy...”

“Oh Cole, ah,” she gasped, her knees rising higher, up to the backs of his arms, opening her flower up for his penetration. “Oh, ah-I’ve wanted this for so long...”

With her knees up now, Max could see their sexes coming together. Saw Cole’s thickness push her apart, swell her shining mound, slide itself inside her body. He got deeper and deeper and Max saw his balls touch down and settle against her pussy as he sunk himself almost the whole way. His balls were very big. Maggie cried out and then slapped a hand over her own mouth.

She sobbed into her own hand and her brow furrowed deep, a vein rose in her temple and disappeared into her hairline. A sweat broke out on her skin right before his eyes.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, the hand on her mouth turning to a fist and thumping down into the mattress. “Oh fuck, oh that dick...”

“Mm, fuck,” Cole growled, “God, this pussy Margaret.”

“Oh fuck, oh Max, his cock is so big, Maxy, oh he feels so fucking good,” she hissed, her head twisting lightly in her pillow, her sweaty skin blossoming red now, over her shoulders and across her cheeks. “Oh fuck, Max, oh, God...”

Max stood, eyes glued to his Maggie, let his pants fall and stepped out of them, threw off his T-shirt. His best friend sunk himself deeper, then pulled back, about halfway and Maggie mewled, hand coming up and she bit her knuckle this time. Cole plunged into her again

“Ah,” she cried, and as he drew out her eyes went wide like she’d been shocked. “Shit wait, wait...oh God...”

Max settled next to her again, close enough to touch her.

“Oh God, oh God, please, oh don’t move...”

“What is it?” Max asked.

She kicked her legs til they wrapped around Cole’s waist, her eyes were wide still, her mouth falling open. “Oh...oh...oh...” she gasped. Her legs kicked til she had his hips locked even tighter, her feet arching and wriggling, hooking over one another. Her hands formed claws and dug into Cole’s shoulders.

“Shit, Maggie,” Cole growled, “Get it, get it...”

“Ah, ah,” she inhaled and inhaled, now her eyes were on Cole’s like laser beams. He held still and she started to wriggle on him. He gave her more cock to hold and her hungry little pussy swallowed him right up.

“Oh shit, oh my God,” she gasped, nails digging harder, eyes trembling, face going beet red, mouth twisting to a snarl like she was suffocating. Tendons rose on her neck, her little hips went in wild circles and then she hitched another squeaky gulp of air and she moaned like a tomcat, eyes going narrow but still intent on the man that had his cock inside her.

“That’s it, Maggie, that’s it, come on my cock, come for me, that’s my Margaret, God, you’re such an amazing girl...”

“Ah,” she exhaled, a stream of spit leaped from her mouth and went over her chin, and she didn’t care. Her face twisted more and she sunk her pussy deep onto Cole cock. “Oh, ohhh,” she breathed, her nails lessening the dents they’d dug into him, “Oh,” she breathed and huffed, her exhales carrying the soft voice of her crying on it. “Oh wow, oh,” she whispered, her chest lurching up and down. Her hands caressed Cole’s face, smoothed and brushed his jaw. Her eyes looked a lot like love.

“Oh Cole, oh...”

“That was a day long orgasm,” he said.

“You built that all day.”

“I thought we’d do more fucking first.”

She shook her head, a smile coming to her. “Oh Cole, oh my God...”

“Was it good?”

“You have no idea,” she said and she kissed his lips. He kissed her back, their sexes still joined, her legs still locked around him.

“Ew, oh, ah,” she moaned. “No, oh, take it out. Careful.” She thrust both her hands between them and smoothed them over her mound around where he entered her. He slowly eased himself out of her and she hissed, her hands already starting to smooth her flesh. “Ha,” she said, mouth wide and brows tented.

Cole laughed, “Maggie’s sensitive.”

“Mm,” she hummed, rubbing herself. “That was crazy.”

Cole admired her, his cock thrust between her knees, bobbing and wet from her.

“Oh Max,” she said. “Wow.”

His eyebrows were high, his eyes round, his expression was otherwise lifeless. He cleared his throat, said, “Was that good?”

Cole kissed down her thigh, low, over her hands. She moved them, watched him between her legs.

“Yeah,” she said, “it was huge.” She twirled a finger in a lock of Cole’s hanging blonde hair while he suckled a mouthful of flesh on her thigh, so low his chin grazed her sex.