Maggie 5-11 (Patreon)

Max eased his painfully hard erection in and out of her while she kissed Cole, her hand running up and down his cock. He gripped her waist, watched the tip of Cole’s cock, saw his Maggie hand on it, saw the foreskin open and close. Moonlight glinted on silvery wetness streaming from him. He closed his eyes, his heart pounding with excitement. Cole was producing semen to lubricate the passage of his cock through Maggie’s vagina. It was so taboo, so wrong, so awful. Why the fuck was it so exciting? There was so much dirtiness to it yet it was tinged with friendship and love. He cared about Cole, loved him he had to admit, and he loved Maggie. A jealous sizzle ran through him, right up his center from his anus, zipping through his organs, electrifying his heart, making a ground connection somewhere along the inside of his skull. The passion was intense. They were both going to make love to their best friend, Maggie Becker. They were going to make her come over and over. His ears filled with the wet sticky sound of his cock parting her anus, the sound of her hand using the foreskin to jerk Cole’s cock off, the wet sounds of their lips smacking together. He streamed more precum inside her and now his passage was like slippery velvet. Maggie moaned.

Cole worked himself higher up the sheets, put and elbow into the center of his pillow, his shoulder against the headboard, guided Maggie’s mouth to his cock. Her hand went tot these large hanging balls, gripped them, his brown sack as big as a tennis ball in her graceful grip. Her sweet mouth went over the end of his cock, her lips purposely tight, forming a grip on his foreskin so she could expose his shining glans to the inside of her mouth. Max watched her neck muscles work as she bobbed on their friend’s cock.

Cole softly moaned, watching her head go up and down, his hands gathering her hair, exposing her beautiful face so they could watch her. He caressed her head, scratched at her scalp. Doing it with care and love, and she moaned around his size, her head rocking. Her lips came off, and she kissed down the side of his shaft, kissed his hip, her hand coming up from his balls to stroke and swirl on him.

Sounds were coming from her throat, sweet little gasps, unuttered, gentle happy squeaks caught inside her, she tried to say something but her lips stuck together.

Cole said, “What? ...”

“To-together,” she whispered.

Her nails scratched at Cole’s stomach, like she was trying to pull him to her and Cole slipped down the bed so he was face to face with her. Their kissing resumed, her wet, shining hand cupping his cheek, her nails raking his stubble. She parted her legs and Cole’s hand covered her raised knee, then slipped down the inside of her thigh, not hesitating, coming down and working over her eager pussy. She was streaming her juices; Max could feel them warm and ticklish against his thigh, seeping into her crack and making his cock even slipperier inside her.

Thrusting in and out of her, doing it for her, not for himself, keeping his strokes even and calm, he massaged her insides with his erection. Cole worked her pussy, dipping fingers into her, stroking and rubbing at her clit. Maggie gyrated with them now, her breaths coming quick but low and whispering. Their kissing had stopped, her face turned in his shoulder. Max could see she was biting at his flesh.

Max took her knee, guided her legs open wider, pulled her so her leg draped right over his hip. Now her sex was widely exposed to them. He still stroked in and out of her, Cole took handfuls of her slippery folds, worked her up and down, dipping low and running fingers around Max’s shaft tickling her anus where he was stretching her membranes. Cole held Max’s balls, fondled them, let them go, put a finger inside her, back down and held Max again.

“Oh God,” she gasped, then turned on her back, completely opened herself up to them, put an arm around each of their necks. Her eyes were tightly closed and Max knew she was going to come very soon. Cole did too, and that jealous line tightened again that their best man was party to such a joyous personal knowledge of max’s bride. But Cole took her nipple in his mouth and she cried out and Max smiled. This was for her. They loved her and she loved them. So he took the other nipple, and he kept his stroke even and purposeful and Cole slipped two fingers indie her, Max’s hand slipped along that tight stomach of hers, his middle finger stretching under Cole’s hand to find her button swollen tight and hard. Who he touched it she cried to again. They suckled on her nipples, then in his mouth condensed hard and alveolate. Her delicate hand gripped his upper arm, his ear in her armpit and they kept her on the edge of a quarter of an hour until they had her whole body shaking. When she finally came she let out a long thick wet cry that filled up the room.

* * *

Max pulled on her limp body, his cock still impaling her behind, rolled with her so she lay completely on top of him, her back to his chest. Her head lolled loosely, her hair tangled in his mouth. Each of his arms snaked up under hers, bending then, forearms curling up next to her breasts and pulling her shoulders far back, thrusting her little breasts up to the bed’s canopy. She moaned and cried, her head turning back and forth in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. Cole was up and moving, getting his knees between Max's. His hands went on Maggie’s knees now, eased them up, her legs loose and compliant. Pushed them to her chest, exposing her pussy, exposing Max's dirty connection with her anus. Cole kissed her pussy, and she jolted. Her head angled up, she must have seen him between her legs, because she gasped out loud, her head thrusting back to his neck, her tiny ear next to his lips. He kissed her auricle. Cole stroked his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, his tongue working through her labia, his lips pinching up her folds, working her clit.

“Oh God, oh, his...oh, his tongue,” she gasped and sighed. Cole’s saliva and Maggie's excitement streamed down and it tickled the hair on his balls, joined in with the lubrication he already had for his penetration.

The second time she came wasn’t as grand, but it came quite easily because the first one had loosened her. Max watched her ankles cross over one another, bobbing in his vision, so close to him, just over her shoulder. As the orgasm came, he watched her toes begin to stretch and curl, then as it hit her, they tightened right up and her feet bowed and shook.

“Oh shit, oh God,” he cried now, and it was too late—that intimate view of his fiancé’s feet, their reaction as the Best Man ate her out and made her come with his tongue had set him off. He struggled to pull it back, but it was too late. He was ejaculating before he felt the orgasm. Then he raced to catch up with it. Grunting and thrusting into her deeply, chasing that pleasure. Finding it, a high tickle racing across the skin of his face and scalp as the hot liquid squirted from him. It got Maggie gasping again, sweet affirmative sounds, letting her Max know she felt him coming in her ass and that she liked it.

His hands dropped to her chest while the orgasm still whipped through him and he grabbed handfuls of her B cups and coddled them as his hips thrust slower and slower. Cole’s hand went down, caressed where Max and Maggie were joined, did it lovingly and caring, sweeping up and down.

Maggie rolled off of him, collapsed next to him. She made a pained sound as he slipped out of her backside, and while she lay crumpled on her side, her face in the sheets, her hands came back and soothed her anus. Max could see his semen being squeezed out of her, running over her cheek in a thick white line. He kissed the point of her shoulder.

“I love you,” she whispered. He kissed her again, from her shoulder along her arm to her elbow. “I love both of you so much,” she said into the sheets.

* * *

“You’re not mad at us anymore?” Cole said, looking up at her through his brow as he kissed the outside of her thigh.

Still mad, she sighed, grabbing up a pillow and pulling it under her head, staring off to the side of the room, out the windows. “But I love you.”

Max rubbed her back, digging his thumbs into the muscles of her shoulders.

“I think all three of us are very lucky to have each other,” Cole said, his kiss traveling her hip, making its way to her waist. He was over her on all fours.

She opened her chest up again, her hips turned to the side but her back on the mattress. Her hands reached out, held the sides of Cole’s face, her thumbs rubbing under his eyes. “Cole, would you...please, make love to me...”

For a brief second Max noted Cole’s eyes dart towards his, but then they were back on Maggie. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

She opened her legs for him and he bowed his back so she could swing her knee out, then when she’d surrendered herself to him, he was between her legs, over her, kissing her. Maggie swept her hands through his hair, the insides of her thighs going up and down Cole’s hips. Their heads rocked against one another, their faces hidden behind Cole’s blonde hair hanging down.

Maggie stretched her hand out to Max, searching for his, and he took it, cupped his grip over the palm. Cole and Maggie’s lips parted, they looked into each other’s eyes, breathing heavy. She nodded, her chest rising and falling, her lips working the shape of the word Yes, though she made no sound. Cole’s hips lowered, his cock lining up, his hand coming down to guide himself inside her.

She gasped when she was breached, bit her lip and squeezed Max’s hand tightly.

“Oh, you feel so good,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

“Mm-Mmaggie,” he groaned, his hips swiveling between her thighs, “God, you feel so fucking tight, so good...”

They worked together, kissing and touching each other, hips grinding in circles, Cole’s ass rising and falling. Maggie’s legs clamped his hips, her knees came high, for a while their thrusting came with intensity and Maggie locked her feet together. As she became sweaty, her hand slipped in Max’s grip, his hold on her getting more and more tentative til she slipped free and that hand went to Cole’s back, running her nails over his skin while he fucked her. Their passion brought his erection back, and he stroked himself while he watched.

They writhed together on the sheets for an incredibly long time, their breaths quick and ragged, moaning each other’s names. Max sat higher on the bed, reached to the table lamp and switched it on. Now they were lit up and they were even more beautiful in the light. Cole’s summer tan, his muscles; he wasn’t too bulky, wasn’t too big. Just tanned brown and shining with sweat. Maggie’s perfect porcelain skin also glowed with excitement. Her hair tangled on the bed and all her makeup had worn off but she was exquisite. Didn’t need makeup. Her face was open and impassioned. Her mouth forming a gentle O shape, her eyes closed from pleasure, her brows tilted up, her brow furrowed. Cole held her hands while his hips worked between her thighs. They were pressed together, just that big fat cock of his stretching her out wide, buried up inside her, and Maggie was loving it, working on him without thrusting, just wriggling and probably squeezing it with her girl muscles.

“I feel you,” she whispered while max stroked his cock. “Cole, I feel you...you’re going to come...”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “mm, yeah...”

“Come inside me, okay?”

“Yeah, inside...”

“I want to feel you coming in me again.”

“I’m going to come,” he said, his hips grinding more quickly, his breath coming faster.

“Come inside me, I love the feel of you coming...”

His thrusting came triple time, shaking the bed and making Maggie’s cries warble.

“Agh-mm...mm,” Cole grunted and roared, thrust deeply as he could and held it as he emptied those large testicles inside Maggie and she wailed in ecstasy. The feel of Cole shooting inside her brought her orgasm and her heels dug deep into Cole’s legs, dented the muscles. Her toes curled and her face constricted. Max stopped stroking and watched, his own heart raced wildly and his cock ached to be joining them, to share the pleasure he knew they were enjoying but there was pleasure in watching them. They were incredible together. They were beautiful, and he loved them and if he squeezed his mind’s eye to the narrowest aperture, he could block out the sick green jealousy and just focus on the good, the passion they enjoyed.

* * *

Cole collapsed on her, breathing heavy and laughing. She giggled too, then turned it to a long, satisfied groan as she held him tight, overlapping her arms around his neck. A smile broke her lips wide and Max was glad to see it. She’d been very hurt this evening and he would do whatever it took to repair her, restore her.

He peeled a hand away from Cole and held it, and he worked his fingers through hers. She rubbed at her sweaty face with her other hand and now she had her natural smile again. He kissed the back of her hand.

He’d gone too far and now he owed her—he was in her debt. The action he took to satisfy his own lust had stepped over a line and now there was a tear in his bond with her.

Cole extended his arms, raised himself off her with a sharp inhale. He looked in her eyes again and they both smiled, then laughed lightly. Cole wiggled his hips, making wet sticky nosies from where they were still joined.

“Oh, fuck,” Maggie sighed, narrowing her eyes. She ran her free hand between them, the one with her diamond ring winking in the lamp light, parted her first two fingers into a wide V and slipped them on either side of Cole’s thick cock. He slowly withdrew it, the thing he had shining with wet; deflating, still engorged, but the raging veins laying flatter now. He pulled it right out, both of them hissing quietly, then he dropped it with a sticky smack over her vulva and the back of her hand.

“That was so amazing,” she whispered, slipping her hand out from under it and running her fingertips over the top of him, as he eased it back and forth over her. Semen still leaked from the slit and left an arcing trail on her skin.

Maggie breathed deeply and moaned, turned her head in the pillow and looked to Max. He came close, and she said, “He came inside me, Max...” leaving the tail of the statement high and expectant.

He avoided the intent, said, “Think you can sleep now?”

“Yeah,” she said with a laugh, then, “Kiss me.”

He did, came to her and put his lips on hers, glad to have her make the request, because right now, kissing her was what he wanted the most in this world. They held each other’s hand, kissed lovingly and deeply, sparing tongues, but exploring and tugging with their lips. When he pulled back, he could see she was still playing with Cole’s cock, running her index finger along the peeling edge of his foreskin, tracing the shape of his coronal ridge underneath.

She repeated, “He came inside me, Max...”

She wanted him to go down on her. He might, but doing that took an excitement that he didn’t feel. Right now, while his heart was pounding with lust, it was restricted with hurtful emotion and the worry for the bad things he had done. And he wasn’t sure that he wanted Cole to know he did that sort of thing. That thing he did with Maggie was only for them, not for another man to witness.

“Yeah?” he said, disinterestedly.

“Look,” she said, and she let her legs slip a little wider.

Cole grunted a laugh, smoothed his hands up and down the insides of her thighs. He knew her insinuation but he didn’t know how to respond. He walked on his knees away from her and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to them, watching though over his shoulder.

Max sat up, looked between her legs, saw her perfect slick oyster, pink and wriggled, left open, a thick dash of bright white semen drawing down in a straight line towards her anus. Maggie watched him. He touched her where she leaked. Put his fingertips on her sex and traced the shapes of her vulva, the edges of her labia. Maggie closed her eyes, ran a hand through her hair and nestled her head int the pillow.

Cole sighed, got up, made to say something, didn’t. Turned then, walked to the bathroom and closed himself in, leaving them alone.

Max flopped down alongside Maggie, got shoulder to shoulder with her. He watched her profile, wanted to say something, wanted her to say something, but her eyes remained closed. He kissed her shoulder, whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said.

She laughed, opened her eyes so she could roll them. Still not looking at him, eyes up to the drapery over the bed, she said, “You wanted me to cheat on you?”

“No...”

“You did.”

“I trusted Cole...to make it okay. Wasn’t it okay? It wasn’t...not against your will or anything—”

“I feel betrayed.”

“I’m sorry. I...Cole and I thought it would be exciting for you...to be seduced...”

“I shouldn’t be able to be seduced, Max.”

“No.”

“You tricked me.”

“You cheated.”

Now she turned to face him and he saw a glimmer there in her eyes, an angle to her brow that showed him she was considering his feelings. She might be mad at him for arranging this but she knew how he might hurt.

She said, “Where does this leave us?”

“I love you more than ever, I—”

“I love you too, Max. That didn’t change. But why am I more mad at you than you are at me?”

“What I did was...really bad.”

“It was, Max.”

He kissed her chin, and she tilted her head away from him. He kissed her neck.

“What can I do to make it better, Maggie? What can I...?”

“I don’t know, Maxy.”

He felt a charge hearing her name him with affection. He kissed the side of her breast, suckled on her nipple, swollen still, and she ran her fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp.

She said, “I don’t know. Tonight...I’m still...it’s all too fresh. Give me some time. We’ll figure it out.”

The bathroom door opened, and they saw Cole’s naked silhouette against the light above the sink. It clicked off, the fan left running, and he walked back to the bed then, a towel in each hand. Max curled next to Maggie, faces side by side and they watched Cole walk, watched the blue nighttime light throw shadows across his body, his shoulders flexing as he went, his tight stomach rippling. His cock was engorged still, almost as big as when he was hard, but without the high heart rate it hung between his legs, bouncing and slapping his thighs as he came to the bed and into the amber lamp light. Max kissed Maggie’s cheek as Cole climbed onto the bed.

Cole sat cross-legged at her feet and he smiled at them both. She rubbed his knee with her bare foot. He took her toes in his hand, lifted her foot and kissed the sole. Her toes scrunched up, and she inhaled briskly, fighting the ticklish feel. The towel was pushed up the inside of her thigh, drying her, moving up to the delta between her long thin legs, rubbing and massaging her. She put hers and over his as he continued to move the towel over her. Max reached out and smashed the other towel that was brought, dried his genitals, his belly and down his legs. They'd all gotten quite messy.

The towel was eased from her sex, tossed to the floor and Cole kissed the inside of her knee, down her thigh, lightly kissed her pussy, letting his lips linger. Maggie moaned, her legs doing a little dance against the bed. Then he kissed her belly, looked up at her, said, “I think this has been the best night of my life.”

She caressed his cheek, whispered “Me too.”

It wasn't Max's, he was sure of that. The best night may have been the night they had sex in the alley next to Altieri’s. The night she said she might consider sleeping with another man. That was a great night because it was filled with promise but very little of the heartache. That had been exciting. But then, farther back, he thought of the night after he'd proposed to her and she'd said yes. That swamped them all didn't it? Wholesome Max, wholesome Maggie, making love in his dorm room under the enormous promise of what their lives might hold in store for them, a gleaming rock on her ring finger.

Cole took his spot next to Maggie again, laying next to her on the bed, working himself closer. Maggie was agreeable, wriggling herself closer to him, pressing herself right to him while he lay on his side, her on her back. He kissed her cheek, and it made her smile, made him make happy sounds in his throat. It was sweet and loving and while Max viewed it again through the center of a green ring of jealousy, there was something about it that made him feel good. So he nuzzled in next to her on her other side, getting himself pressed right to her and it made her laugh. Looking down he could see her belly bouncing lightly. He kissed her cheek as well, and put a knee overlapping her thigh. She purred and rubbed up against both of them, reached down to her hip, pulled on Cole's cock, stretching it until it came free and bounced on her leg. Pulled his scrotum up too, ran her hand along it, then gripped his penis lightly, the pad of her thumb resting in the folds of his foreskin. Max reached down and grabbed the sheets, tugged to cover them, and that was the way they all fell asleep.