Maggie 2.15 (Patreon)

His stubble prickled her sensitive labia and she squirmed from him. He’d just given her the biggest orgasm of her life. It had suffocated her, squeezed the air from her lungs, and when it split from her, finally burst from its threatening swell she blacked out. Her vision went from dim to black and she saw sparkles in her eyes. The sound of Richard Lester’s cello playing the G10 Affettuoso became underwater and cotton. Cole had worked her into a frenzy, built her desire. Then she watched her best friend flick his hard fat cock until it fell into her folds and he sunk it inside her. The wrongness, the taboo, was off the charts. She loved taboo. The badder the better if it meant she would have another orgasm like that one.

Cole kissed his way back up to her knee and she shut her legs, said, “I need a minute. I need just a minute...Where’s my Max?”

“I’m here,” he said and he walked closer on his knees and got next to her, his hands planted on the bed. He looked beat up. She smiled for him. “Did you like that?” she said.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “You’re so sexy.”

She sat up, got cross-legged, looked at her two best friends. Still couldn’t believe they were here like this, but the more time she spent with them doing these things, being naked, the more natural it started to seem. She worried then what would happen when they went back to school. Would they stop?

Her hand went up Max’s thigh. He’d striped himself naked, his cock was hard, straight up from between his thighs. She wrapped her hand around it.

“Get up for me, Max,” she said. Then, “You too,” to Cole. They both got to their knees and she held Max’s cock.

She looked up at them both, their eyes turned down on her, both faces lustful. One confident, one worried. She knew what she was going to do, worried about the doing. Did it any way. Took Cole’s cock up and stroked it. Two cocks, one in each hand, her grip stroking and twisting on them. Her familiar Max, the cock that was hers, that she’d entertained so many times over the last four years. In the other, her good friend’s cock. Thick, bulbous, the glans set with an angry deep eye right now. He hadn’t come yet and she had a good mind to draw it out for him too, make him beg for her to let him come. That in fact was a quite arousing thought.

She eased her mouth over it, let her lips glide over that tight porcelain feel of his cock head. He filled her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside, swooped and tickled. Slurped off, licked her lips, looked to her Max. Then put her mouth over him. Stroked Cole with her wet and let Max’s cock sink deep into her mouth. Went deeper on Max, stuck her tongue out and wriggled it along his underside. Drew back and plunged again, heard him moan.

Then off, both her boys cocks gleaming from her spit. She jerked them lightly, drew them closer to her mouth. Max and Cole worked themselves nearer. Her legs opened and stuck straight out and they got their knees between her open legs. She smiled. She’d got them hip to hip. Max went back in her mouth, her other hand cradled and coddled Cole’s big hanging testicles. Examined their feel, imagined how she would draw them. The way they hung even when he was hard, their size and color, a dark brown with an underpainting of quinacridone. Put Cole in her mouth, circled Max and twisted her grip tight around his end. Bobbed and used her tongue to stretch his foreskin. Back to Max. Each time she worked on getting their hips to rotate, angling her head to draw her two boys to face each other. When she had them close, she gripped them, hand slipping up and down, looking up at them, switching from Cole’s eyes to her Max’s. Worked them closer and closer. Her tongue darting out and swiping wet over their already glistening ends.

They touched, and she squeezed her tummy in seeing their soft wet plump cock heads squash and flatten, slip across each other. Hottest thing she could imagine right now, seeing those sensitive and secret parts of the two boys in the world who meant the most to each other. Knew that on their whole body there was nothing with more feeling, knew they would have jolts going up into their brains, that she was ding it, controlling them, making them be more bad than they had intended. Gripped them tight, worked their urethras against each other, winding in circles, over and over. Max’s narrow head pointed into the hollow of Cole’s bigger blunter one, mashed into it like it was going to get swallowed. A quiver trembled Cole’s tight belly. She moved her mouth to breathe against them, heard Max’s breaths come heavy. Ran her tongue over the seam where they connected. Ran it under their heads, ticked at the underside, wiggled it on their frenulums, Max’s tightly bowed.

* * *

One week ago today, Max could not have predicted that this is where he and Maggie would find themselves. Couldn’t have predicted that Cole would be involved. Maggie held both of them. Max was as hard as possible. So hard he ached. Cole was hard too. His cock in Maggie’s hand, swollen and flush and wriggled with veins. Maggie slipped their tips over one another. The tip of his cock was pressed into Cole’s and he wanted to recoil. But Maggie’s hand held him firmly, ran their slippery tips together and it felt so incredible. Cole didn’t pull away. He let it happen.

He watched what his cock looked like next to his best buddy’s. Cole’s head much bigger and fuller. His shaft thicker, barely curving Maggie’s petite fingers. Forced himself to accept it. Pushed it down. They were friends. It had been inside his future wife. It would be again. This was for Maggie now. Once it was for him, now it was for her. He’d have to open his arms and make this work.

Cole put his hand over the top of her head, held his cock, eased it into her mouth, Maggie was eager, wiggled her face to accomodate it. She pulled him closer to her mouth, his tip grazing Cole’s shaft where it entered her mouth. She guided him and Cole eased out.

Then he watched his shy little girl try to get two cocks in her mouth at the same time. His eyebrows came up higher. Maggie full of dirty surprises. Worried where her limits were. She took Cole’s tip, tried to get Max in, then broke out laughing, spitting on their cocks and then covering her mouth, embarrassed. “Nope,” she said, wiping at her mouth. “Too much.”

“Mm,” she said, then sighing, “Look at you two.” She gripped them tight, stroked them hard and slow, brought them close and moved them so they touched, worked their undersides together, belly to belly. Cole’s wider and longer, and Maggie using both hands to stroke them together.

She said, “I’m ready again.”

Cole cupped her head, ran his thumb over her eyebrow, traced its line, said, “That’s our little Maggie. That’s our little girl.”

“What do you want us to do?” Max asked.

“Mm,” she said, hands still stroking them. They’d eased away from each other and she had one apiece now. “I told you.”

“Told me?” Max said.

“I want an exorcism.”

“That doesn’t sound good, Maggie,” Cole said.

“Really? ...” Max said, starting to feel a worry.

She nodded, her eyes steady on his.

Cole asked, “What’d she tell you?”

“She wants to...downstairs.”

“The beach?”

“No...”

Maggie looked to Cole and said, “My music room.”

Cole regarded her, his eyes narrowed, trying to comprehend her. So familiar with her, tuning in to her, getting her. Maybe more than Max. More accepting. While he’d allowed her this freedom to explore it had been initially very selfish. He saw in Cole an openness. A friendliness and support. It hurt to see a better connection between him and Maggie. But fuck, Cole wasn’t engaged to her. He was just her friend. He had no stake. He was, of course, the fun guy. The one who had no rules. Max chewed the inside of his lip.

“Yeah,” Cole said. “An exorcism...”

He took the tie in his hand, and he gently pulled it to raise her up to kneel between them. “I want that,” he said next to her ear.

Max disagreed but he said, “Yeah, we can do that.” Just saying it made his temples throb. He could envision being caught. Could see the chaos if they were discovered. The shame for his Maggie. Their future with her family forever altered. His stomach knotted.

* * *

Max’s hand smoothed across her belly and up high under her breast. She looked in his eyes. He was scared and that was good. Cole wasn’t, his hand on her neck, his mouth close, wanting to kiss, his cock touching her belly, hot wet, slipping easily across her skin as they both breathed.

“I want you both to fuck me down where I used to play.”

“You’ve got me so hard, Maggie,” Max whispered.

She felt him, stroked him, gazed in his eyes while she did, built his courage. He kissed her, his other hand coming up under her other breast and he tried to sit her down. She went with it, but she knew her Max, knew what he was doing.

“Maxy, Maxy,” she said around his kisses. He had her sitting, and she held his arms for balance. “Take me downstairs.”

“Let’s do it here,” he whispered.

She spun on her butt and got her legs out to the side of the bed, put her feet on the floor. Got up, naked, crossed to her turntable and raised the needle. The room was quiet. She turned, saw both their eyes on her, felt very vulnerable and naked. Weird, because she was intimate with both of them, but being seen at a distance like this made her feel self-conscious. She fought the urge to cover her nipples.

“I want to go downstairs.”

Cole smiled. He got off the bed and joined her and she felt her own happy face spreading.

“Yeah?” she said.

He held a hand out to her and she took it. “Max?” she said.

“Maggie...” Max worked his head around, trying to frame his argument. She knew what it was. Knew he was right. But she wanted this bad. Compulsively. This was what needed to be done.

“Max.” She repeated.

His face had no humor. His brow was worried but he moved to get his pants.

She said, “No, Max. Naked.”

“Yes,” Cole laughed, excited by the danger.

“Naked?” Max said.

“Come on, Cole,” she said, going to the boy who was supporting her right now. She went to his arms and he took her, wrapped them around her. He felt good pressed to her, bare skin to bare skin.

She posed with him for Max. Pressed her cheek to his strong chest, let his cock appear at her side, touching her along her ribs. She writhed her body against it. “Come with us, Max.”

“Maggie, it’s too crazy...”

“No, it’s not, Max.”

Cole said, “Let’s go, Maggie. Max’ll follow.”

Max put a foot through the leg of his pants and she said, “Max, if you put your clothes on don’t even bother coming down.”