Finally Naked

Ashlee was lying back on the couch, with Michael gently fondling her breasts with one had. He had moved to sit beside her, and his other hand was no where to be seen. But then Ashlee moaned and lifted her hips, and Maggie knew he was working his 'magic fingers' to pleasure their friend.

Anthony undid Maggie's jeans and pulled them down slowly, revealing her long shapely legs inch by inch. He had to stand beside the love seat for her to extend her legs fully, so he could remove her pants. He slid her panties off as well, adding them to her pile of clothing on the floor, until she lay completely naked before him. He dropped to his knees beside the love seat, and slipped his hands under her naked bum, turning her to face him and pulling her ass to the edge of the seat. She giggled nervously as he looked at her moist center, then gasped in surprise when he lowered his face to her groin and licked her lips. Michael had never been interested in giving her oral sex—he thought it was gross, although he loved being on the receiving end—and so she hadn't experienced this level of intimacy in a very long time. Anthony's tongue slid between her lips, up to circle her clit, then down to tease her as he rimmed her opening. She moaned in appreciation as he licked back up to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, then slowly licked back down, his tongue pressed wide and flat against the folds of her sex. Maggie could think of nothing but the pleasure she was feeling as he licked and sucked up and down, up and down, up and down. Her legs were trembling with desire as she urged him to give her release.

"Go in. Go in. Go IN." She begged, bucking her hips against his face. But he ignored her, continuing to lick up to her clit before going back down to circle her cunt with his tongue. "Please...." She breathed, her whole body starting to quiver.

Anthony brought his mouth away far enough to speak and be heard, but still so close she felt his breath on her hyper-sensitive skin. "Say my name." He nibbled again on her clit, pressing it between his tongue and upper lip.

"Oh God." She moaned in ecstasy. "Tony, please... Go in." Immediately he plunged two fingers into her wet snatch, his mouth still at work on her clit. Maggie thrust against his fingers, moaning "Oh God... oh God, yes." He felt her clamp down on his fingers as she came, but he kept up the pace, flicking and nibbling harder on her clit. "Tony? ... oh God..." And her first orgasm rolled into her second, leaving her trembling. Anthony slowed his strokes as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body slowly calming down. Anthony moved to sit beside her on the love seat, draped an arm around her shoulders, and pressed his mouth to hers. She tasted the musky metallic residue of her juices on his lips and tongue.

"That was amazing... Thank you." Maggie said quietly. He looked at her, and without a word, he knew Michael didn't do that for her. He could almost see I love you running through her mind. He squeezed a boob and grinned at her, then stood up and dropped his pants, revealing his erection for the first time. Maggie slid to her knees on the floor in front of him, and readily took his tool into her mouth, eager to return the favor.

His turn to gasp in surprise—Ashlee always touched him with her hands before putting him in her mouth. Maggie sucked his cock in as deep as she could, gagging slightly, then swirled her tongue on his shaft as she drew back, almost to the point of releasing him, then swallowing as much as she could again. She ran her hands up and around his thighs, holding him firmly just under his butt cheeks, then used her grip to push and pull his cock in and out of her mouth, inviting him to fuck her mouth. He took the hint and held onto the back of her head as he thrust into her willing mouth over and over again. In minutes he felt his balls tighten. He yanked Maggie's head toward him, making her gag on his bulky rod, and shot his load into her throat. She happily swallowed his cum, then licked and sucked his softening tool clean. He dropped back onto the love seat, and she joined him, snuggling against his side. As they caught their breath, they looked over at their significant others.

At this point Ashlee was laying on the opposite side of the couch from when they had last noticed, Michael plunging his cock into her while holding her legs up above her head, both of them grunting and moaning.

"Let's do that." Anthony said, twisting away from Maggie and pushing her to lie on her back. She was surprised to see his penis hard again so soon, but happy to take advantage of it. True to his word, he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders before ramming his tool into her pussy. With her legs up, her cunt felt tighter, and Anthony's rod felt huge as he pulled it out and roughly slammed it back into her.

Maggie cried out again, always a vocal lover. "Oh God, that is soooo good... Mmmmm...."

Anthony slapped her tittie, making her gasp in pain. "You like it Mags?" He growled, pumping into her harder. "Say my name."

"Oh God... Tony..." She moaned. He slapped her other tittie, drawing another cry from her, before her body started to convulse with pleasure. He held her tight to him, his penis buried to the hilt, feeling her cunt throb around him. As she came down, he pulled out and lay back on the love seat—she was barely on the cushion, her body pressed over the arm.

"You like cowgirl?" He asked, his rod pointing at the ceiling, as Maggie unfolded herself and moved over him.

"I like everything." She said, her voice sultry. "I'll do whatever you want." His rod bounced at her words. She sank onto his tool, her pussy hot and wet. "I'll let you do whatever you want." She rephrased it, feeling him twitch inside her. She set her feet on either side of his hips and stood up, lifting off him, before squatting back down and taking him deep inside her molten cunt.

"Whatever I want?" He asked, eager to take advantage of the offer. Ashlee screamed every time he tried to put his cock in her ass... maybe Maggie would be a more willing participant...

"Mmm-hmmm." Maggie breathed, lifting off and settling back onto him again. "Whatever you want."

He jabbed a finger in her face. "Put this in your mouth." She sucked his finger like she had his cock, deliberate, deep, twirling her tongue against it. She lifted off him again, and he grabbed her hips and jerked her back onto his tool. She laughed at him, but only for a second, because then his finger slipped into her ass, and she was riding for double the pleasure.

"Oh God..." She moaned again. He thrust his finger in and out of her ass at the same pace his rod moved in her cunt. She was so wet, their sex so hot, it emboldened Anthony. He lined another finger up with the first, and thrust it in her ass, watching her face contort from pain to pleasure. "Oh GOD!!"

"You like that?" He asked, jamming his fingers into her ass faster.

"Oh... oh God, yes..." Maggie responded, which seemed to be the only words she knew.

"You're such a dirty whore, Mags." He growled, using her body for his pleasure. "Tell me you're a whore."

"Mmmm... I am... oh... I'm such a whore..." She moaned.

"You like my fingers in your ass, Mags?" He thrust harder into her, amazed that he was lasting so long, then remembering he'd already cum once and it always lasted longer the second go-round.

"Oh Tony, I love your fingers in my ass." She breathed, taking everything he gave her.

"Would you let me put my cock in your ass?"

"Yes... I'd let you do any—" He pulled his fingers from her ass at the same moment he pulled his cock from her pussy, leaving her feeling empty after being so full. Then he lined his tool up with her ass and drew her onto him. "OH GOD!! Oh Tony!!" The tone of her cries changed, but the words stayed the same.

Wanting her to like it too, he rubbed a thumb against her clit while he greedily pumped his cock in and out of her ass. Their only lube was the juice from her pussy, but it was enough. In moments, she was cumming, crying out his name yet again. But Anthony wasn't there yet. He kept going, his thumb working her clit, his tool pumping furiously in and out of her ass. And then she collapsed against his chest, silent. Anthony stopped, scared he had hurt her. Michael and Ashlee, having finished their sex session, came over to check on her. She had fainted. Michael stroked her cheek, brushed her hair back from her face, and talked to her as she came to, Anthony's cock still buried in her ass, throbbing with his need.

"Are you okay baby?" Michael asked when she opened her eyes.

"Yeah... why?" Maggie tried to sit up, then felt Anthony's cock twitching in her ass.

"You passed out, babe. You let Anthony put his cock in your ass, and when you came, you passed out." Michael kissed her cheek. "You gave Anthony your anal virginity, you little whore. Do you like his cock in your ass, baby?" When he called her a whore, her body responded, clenching around Anthony's bulky rod in her ass.

"I do like it." She said quietly, rotating her hips in a small circle. "Did you cum?" She asked Anthony. He shook his head 'no.' "Wanna finish doggie style?"

Michael laughed, and reached out to smack his wife's ass, making her hole clench tighter around Anthony's dick. "You little slut. You're getting him to give you all the things I won't, aren't you?" She grinned at him as she slowly rose up off Anthony's tool, and then knelt over the arm of the love seat. Anthony quickly moved into position behind her, pulled her butt cheeks apart, and slid his cock back in to the tightest sheath it had ever known. He was glad she had given him a blow job first, or he wouldn't have lasted long enough to enjoy this.

"Come kiss me?" Maggie asked as her friend plunged his rod into her ass over and over again. Anthony reached up to grab her titties as Michael walked around the love seat and bent to kiss his wife. "Mmmm..." Maggie moaned as their lips parted. "Not you, silly. Ash, come over here baby." Ashlee moved over to stand in front of Maggie, who reached out to gently fondle Ashlee's breasts. "These are soooo nice, Ashlee." She moaned as Ashlee's boyfriend pounded away at her ass, his hands full of her breasts and squeezing roughly. Maggie pulled Ashlee closer and sucked her nipples into her mouth. "And they taste good too." She felt Anthony hold his hips tight against her as he released a load of cum deep in her ass.

Anthony leaned up over her back, his tool softening in her ass, and whispered "Damn, Mags, that was hot."

Michael and Ashlee went to get cleaned up first, Michael to the bathroom and Ashlee to her room to change. Anthony laid out his shirt for Maggie to sit on until it was her turn to clean up.

"Wow Mags. If I knew sex with you would be so hot, I would have pushed you into it ages ago." Anthony laughed quietly. "Not that I haven't tried..."

"Not that you haven't tried..." Maggie parroted. Several times he had tried to get her alone, but never succeeded in getting her farther than 20 feet from their significant others. He had asked her to run errands with him, just the 2 of them, while Jeff and Jen kept Ashlee and Michael occupied at the house. But she refused to get in the car. And while she was happy to brush her breasts teasingly against his chest or arm, it was always with an audience, so he couldn't grab her and molest her.

"I think its better this way." She said. "Otherwise we would have had an affair, and I may have lost Michael. But this way, he got laid too, and he knows about us, so I don't have to try to keep a secret..." She nodded thoughtfully. "Yep, better to switch partners or have an orgy. I guess I am a whore!"

Anthony smiled at her. "You wouldn't want to meet up sometime, have a little fun on the side, just you and me?"

She punched him in the arm. "Anthony, sex with you was great—"

"Oh, so you can call out 'God, yes, Tony' while I fuck your brains out, but when I'm not inside you, I'm back to 'Anthony?'"

"Fine—Tony, I did enjoy you 'fucking my brains out,' but Michael is my best friend. He knows me inside and out—"

"Couldn't you say what we just did means I know you 'inside and out' too?"

She giggled at him. "I guess it does." She conceded. Maggie reached over and wrapped her fingers around his sticky rod. "Think you've got one more in you, Tony baby?"

"Mags... I just came twice. I need time to recover."

"Come on, love, you're young. I know you can get it up again. And I want you inside me one more time."

"You're staying for a movie—we can go again later..."

"I sure hope so. But I want you now." She dropped her head to his lap, sucking his tool into her mouth, tasting herself on him. As she suspected, his body recovered faster than Michael's—aah, the blessings of youth!—and she felt him grow hard in her mouth. She stood and took two steps backward, hoping Anthony would follow her. He did. She pressed herself against him, feeling his firm young body from her thighs to her shoulders. His cock pressed into her tummy, giving her butterflies. He kissed her collarbone, and she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. He took the offered bit of flesh, but instead of kissing her, he bit down, causing her to cry out. Then Anthony ran his hands down her sides and slipped them under her butt, lifting her until his cock brushed against her pussy. He eased her down onto his rod, and as she settled onto him, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a few more steps to the wall, and leaned her back against it, thrusting into her standing up. Maggie clawed at his back, bit his shoulder, and held on while he fucked her for the third time in just a few hours.

"Oh God..." Maggie moaned, suddenly overly sensitive, and hoped he wouldn't last too long this time.

"Who's fucking you Mags? Hmmm? Whose cock is buried in your tight little pussy right now?" He growled as he pumped into her.

She threw her head back, hitting the wall and seeing stars. "Oh God... Tony..."

"Say it louder, Mags."

"Tony!! Oh God, Tony!!" She called out, feeling an orgasm wash over her. "I love the way you fuck me, Tony! Oh yes! Fuck me Tony!!"

Anthony smiled as he pounded into her harder, feeling her pussy clench around him as he made her cum yet again. Either he was an incredible lover, or she was the easiest-cumming girl to ride his cock. Both were probably true, but he preferred the first. He loved the way she said his name when he was buried inside her. He felt like he possessed her in a way he didn't possess Ashlee, even after years of living together. It was thoughts of possessing a sex-crazed whore that sent him over the edge, and he unleashed another load of cum inside his naughty friend. He untangled her legs from his back, lowered her carefully to the ground, and walked her back to the love seat.

"Guess what Mags?" He smirked at her.

"Hmmm?" She replied, feeling blissfully used. She smirked back at him.

"I came in all three of your holes." He grinned triumphantly. She giggled.

Michael was right—she really was a whore.