Discovering Maggie

by KT Morrison

  At three in the morning Max woke with the stroking of Maggie’s soft, perfect foot along his shin. Opened his eyes, saw her dim face obscured in shadow, her cheek and the edge of her nostril lit in nighttime blue. A glint of light reflected from her open eye.

  “I can’t sleep, Max,” she said.

  His heart pounded wide awake in two heartbeats. Every bit of him wanted to lurch over her, take her, shove his tongue in her mouth, force his cock between her legs, make her come, make her whole, make her his again. But he played it cool while his pulse flitted excitedly up his neck.

  “Me neither,” he said.

  She darted her lips to kiss his quickly, pulled away to watch him. Her back was toward the windows and his face was lit better than hers.

  “Maggie, I—”

  Maggie pressed his lips closed with the tip of a finger and he sighed. A knee came up, bumped his knee, slid up the outside of his thigh. The fabric of the bed sheet bulged as her hands searched underneath, found his wrist, led his hand low. He didn't need instructions. Once she had his hand, had opened her legs, she was giving permission, and he was just glad to be part of her world again. He stroked her tight tum-tum, chuckled breathily, his fingertips sliding lower, exploring the soft plump shape of her vulva. His conquering middle finger stroked first, over her folded hood, parting her labia. He gasped. She needed no warming up.

  His finger made wet sounds heard even under the bedding. She watched him still. A bit too timid to venture dirty talk right now, he concentrated on serving her. Stroked and dabbed at her opening, parting the petals of her flower, he teased her. Her lips parted and her eyes narrowed. She grunted softly and her hips churned, her delicate hand stroking his forearm. When he kissed her lips she kissed back, but she wasn't her passionate self, she didn't consume him. They would have to work to get back to where they were. He might have damaged the relationship, but the boat wasn't sinking. It could be patched.

  She gasped away from his kiss, not rejecting his lips but seeking air as her breathing became quick and heavy. The heel of her foot she had draped over him dug into his calf, urging him closer. His cock had turned to a hard, iron column in mere seconds after she'd woken him, so hard it throbbed. He worked his fingers through her oily flesh, her sex so productive he smelled her every time their movements rustled the comforter, moving her excited scent past his nostrils, driving him crazy. His fingers thrummed her, made wet smacking noises and now she squeaked with excitement, baring her teeth to him. He slowed, resumed spreading and stroking her.

  She cupped her hand under her mouth and she spat a long stream of saliva into her palm and he resisted the urge to tell her his excitement. It would be obvious. He let her lead the way, show him what she wanted. The hand disappeared under the covers and he held his breath, thrust his cock out for her to find. The edge of her hand bumped around, found his hardness, gripped him and stroked her abundant spit up and down his shaft.

  “Oh fuck, Maggie,” he sighed.

  When she had him coated with the lubrication, she rolled to her other side, showed him her back. Facing Cole now she pressed her rump towards him, parted her legs, reached between them, found his erection. He shimmied down the bed helping guide himself between her legs. He got his own hand in there, stroked her sex while she angled her pelvis towards the point of his incredibly hard penis.

  When he pushed she moved away, dipped lower. Did it again, and she shied away. Her hand still guided him, the tips of her fingers angling him.

  “What?” he whispered. His eyes roamed over the shape of her head and her wild, silky hair spread on the pillow, to see Cole still sleeping. His handsome profile a black shape against the dusky blue of the bedding.

  “Don't move around,” she whispered back to him.

  Then she wriggled against him, guided his glans along her sex, getting it nice and slippery—but now she pushed him farther back.

  “Okay,” he whispered.

  Maggie guided him to her anus, and he braced the curve of her rump with an outstretched hand. She pressed back to him and he wiggled his own hips now, letting her saliva coat the ring of her sphincter so he could slip inside that very tight space. She grunted, gasped, made a squeak, and her sexy noises drove him wild.

  Her hand came away, gripped a wad of sheets as he sunk deeply inside her. He flexed his cock, felt it bulge against the incredibly snug restraint of her anus, inducing a ticklish spew of his own lubricant inside her. His strokes came easy now. He fucked her ass slowly and gently, the light playing along the angles of the silky smooth skin of her shoulders arms, and back. Watched her squinting profile as her body accepted him back there.

  Watched then as her hand moved beneath the sheets, stretching, reaching across to their friend. A tenting in the fabric appeared as Maggie stroked Cole's stomach to wake him. His eyes fluttered, opened, looked up to the canopy, then his head jerked around to face her. The corner of his cheek pulled up high and Max figured he must be smiling. She whispered something into his ear as he turned to his side to face her, and his hand gripped her arm just above her elbow.

  They kissed, their mouths making wet sounds against each other, their heads slowly rocking. Max reached out, held the top hem of their bedding and unfurled it down their bodies, exposing all three of them. He wanted Cole to recognize that Maggie was engaged with him physically, that they were making love. He made big, sweeping movements with his hand, up and down her haunch, up to her waist and caressing her baseball-sized breast, plucking at its swollen bud, then back down. Cole saw, and his hand cupped her neck while they made out.

  Their kissing had passion. It had changed from their first time together and it made him wonder what she had done with Cole the night she was vague with details but admitted she'd jerked him off onto her stomach. The night he also learned they'd discussed cheating together. Discussed leaving him out. His worst nightmare. And yet, they'd done it in a way that showed him it would be pretend. That Maggie truly loved him, wouldn't cheat on him, and Cole had wanted to facilitate something he thought lurked in Maggie. He'd been fucking right too. She sure wanted it. And boy did she sure get it. He'd thought about what he’d witnessed tonight a lot before he'd fallen asleep on this very bed in the warm spot his two best friends had made.

  Mostly it was the personal things she’d shared with Cole that had never been shared with him; the spanking, the orgasms, the bondage, the squirting. Those were between her and Cole and they were only meant for Cole. Those were things that were done behind Max’s back when she thought he wasn’t looking. All this time he thought he was getting to know the real Maggie—that he gave her the gift to be who she really was, that he was doing things, giving her things, no other man ever could, but he was wrong. She kept this from him. There was a secret part of her that was unknown to Max, but she’d shown it to Cole. She’d given it all to Cole.

  Soon his cock had crumpled, and while he thrust, her tight aperture resisted him, buckled his semi-hard cock, folded it up as he tried to fuck her.

  Maggie broke from Cole's lips and whispered over her shoulder, “What's happening?” She wiggled her bum against him for emphasis.

  “Nothing,” he whispered.

  She moved away. Probably didn't mean a thing by it, just wanting to have a good time, but when he failed to please her and she literally went to the arms of another man, it was a symbolic punch in his heart.

  Her body shimmied along the sheets, got herself closer to Cole who then put an arm right around her, an object in between her and Max.

  He lay a hand on her back while she ran her hands through Cole's hair and they still rocked their faces together.

  He wasn't out. He could sit and witness but Maggie belonged to him, and he was a part of this, so he shimmied closer just as she did, getting right up behind her, his cock poking into her ass cheek, still not hard enough to penetrate her, but not a saggy nothing. His hand swept her hip, curled around her tummy and eased low between her legs.

  Cole's hardness ran along t
he back of his hand, alarming him; he withdrew quickly. But that was exciting—Cole's erection was brought on by their Maggie and they were all friends and they were about to have a real good time. Her hand squeezed the muscles of Cole's shoulder, her nails denting his flesh as she got a good feel of him. His hand lay over hers and he laced his fingers through hers, piggy-backing over top. He took control of her hand, ran it under Cole's arm, down his waist. Maggie's breathing increased and Max’s erection returned with renewed zeal. Their hands flipped underhanded and Cole lifted his leg to open himself up to them. They moved down his belly, his hard cock sticking out straight and upward. He lay their hands on it, gripping it. It was massive. His hand was over Maggie's so it wasn't an accurate gauge, but he could tell how much girth his friend had. He stroked Maggie's hand up and down him and she complied. She moaned, and her body shook with excitement against him. Their kiss broke and Maggie gasped, “Oh fuck,” to the room, her breath coming rapidly as she and Max stroked her lover.

  “Oh fuck,” she whispered again, “oh God,” her chest rose and fell in heaving lurches. Cole took one of her nipples in his mouth and he suckled at her. They still stroked him, up and down him from glans to base. Then Maggie slipped her hand from under Max’s and she grabbed him by the thumb, shoved his hand lower and he let her. Her hand lay over his and she used his hand to grip Cole's balls.

  “Oh shit,” he whispered into her ear, his cock harder than it had ever been. He wiggled his hips, pushing his cock towards her anus again.

  Cole's balls filled his hand and he was careful with them. Had no idea how to handle balls. Knew his own could be hurt easily, so he was cautious. They were hot and sticky, huge, maybe twice the size of his own balls. They were foreign in his hand, the only ones he knew were his own. Maggie stroked him quicker, her breaths still rising and falling with lustful intent, breath scoring through her nostrils loudly. Cole's hips worked now, thrusting his cock through her grip, and she gasped Yes, yes, yes with each one. Max let Cole's scrotum down carefully, his hand came behind Maggie and he took his cock in his grip, marveled at the hardness that had returned, stroked his tip along Maggie's wets seams, found her opening and she paused her movement, eager to have him. He plunged his slippery cock into her backside and she cried out over top of Cole's head.

  11

  Three

  Sunday, October 8th

  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 an elbow into the center of his pillow, his shoulder against the headboard, guided Maggie’s mouth to his cock. Her hand went to those 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 inside 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. When he touched it she cried out again. They suckled on her nipples, explored their shape, condensed, hard, and alveolate. Her delicate hand gripped his upper arm, his ear in her armpit and they kept her on the edge for 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 excit
ement 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.