Maggie

Gwen was obviously enjoying this game immensely. And as soon as I felt myself getting ready to unload, I moved away from her and began to kiss her, working up from her breasts to her throat and then her mouth.

Her hand was in her slacks, playing rub-a-dub-dub with the man in the boat. Kneeling on the bed, I managed to strip and then coaxed her slacks and lacy lingerie off her.

"Would you mind terribly if I went down on you Gwen? I asked in a formal tone.

"Please do," she replied and spread her thighs for me in queen-like fashion. I kissed her again, Gwen was beginning to writhe and I heard her groan through the kiss, but didn't stop. I had my hand between her legs. Her breathing was ragged and harsh.

"Don't... Don't tease me," she whined.

"Not even a little?" I asked.

"Maybe just a little..."

"Like this?" And allowed my hand to roam her nude flesh; touching, tickling and listened to the low moaning sound that came out as "Mmmm."

Curious as to how far I could go with her before she protested I slipped a finger between her legs, touching her anus. I held it there and felt her stiffen. I felt her trying to relax her body as I started rubbing my finger up and down on her anus. She accepted this, moaning softly, her body going from tense to calm. She was a river of juice in front. I discovered this as her fluids oozed from her cunt back into the crevice that led to her puckered anus.

I tasted her and then offered the same finger to her. She shook her head, not wanting any. But she moaned when the finger found its way back to my own mouth. Then using the same finger, I pressed it into her ass, not far, perhaps in to the second knuckle, and caused Gwen to go wild. Grabbing my hand and taking it from her ass to her cunt, she moved my hand up and down while a worried expression hung loosely on her face.

Her first orgasm came quickly, when it passed she told me to open the drawer of the small dresser next to the bed. I did and found several "toys."

"Use the butt plug on me," Gwen said in a tiny voice. As I returned to the bed, Gwen was busy fingering herself, but she adroitly turned and presented her ass to me while maintaining her masturbation.

"Use..." she was gasping for breath already, Use your finger on me again."

I saw no reason not to, but paused and instead ran my tongue over her little brown pucker, and caused her to shudder in anticipation. And after one long, hard sucking kiss on her ass, I sent my finger back into her shit-chute.

Gwen was moaning non-stop by this point, and so I simply spread her cheeks as wide as I could and sent the butt-plug into her - completely dry.

It hurt, I know it hurt, for the moan she uttered as it went into her was frightening. But other than that she made no protest, no reaching around to try removing it. In fact she continued to finger herself, and by this point had four fingers sloshing in and out of a very mushy cunt. I pulled the plug out and wet it with her own fluids and then reinserted it and continued to move it in and out.

I had my own hard on to deal with and eventually removed the butt plug and sent my hardon deep into her ass. This time the resulting moan was one of immense pleasure. And bending forward, I went about fucking her ass, using long, slow strokes.

I never heard the door open.

I was oblivious to Bernie's entering the room.

Taunting Gwen a little, I asked, "Do you like it up your ass?"

"Yes," she replied, "you feel great in there. C'mon give it to me!"

A split second later I realized we were not alone, but before I could scramble out of Gwen and off the bed, Bernie's thick hands were on my shoulders and I felt his cock brushing against my rear.

"This may hurt a little, my so-called friend," he snarled in a rush, "but you know that, so here it comes!"

One hand left my shoulder and directed his cock to my back orifice. I heard him spit twice and then felt the pressure of his hardon against me. Somewhere in all the turmoil I recall Gwen cackling with lewd laughter, but that memory formed later. At that moment, I felt a searing pain as the head of his prick broke into my ass and popped inside.

"Jesus! That hurts!" I screamed and tried to get away from being further impaled, but he was able to restrain me with little trouble. He took his time, not forcing himself in any further and when the initial pain started to subside, my body betrayed me and relaxed and sensing it, Bernie slammed in another inch and the pain renewed itself. This time he didn't wait for the pain to ease, but kept working it in deeper and deeper. Later I would learn how fortunate I was that Bernie was not well endowed and that he had not decided to use the large dildo that lay in the dresser drawer where the butt plug had been.

I was the one moaning now, while Gwen giggled at my predicament.

I took stock and found that while I thought my ass was full of him, he was only four inches into me and at best would only travel another inch or so. The pain evaporated, leaving a harsh stinging feeling.

"There you go baby," he whispered in my ear, "You've got that whole big cock of mine up your sweet little ass!"

He slapped my cheek hard and asked, "Hey, why ain't cha fuckin' my sweet Gwen?"

"I... I..."

"Go on, fuck her, she wants it and I don't mind, seeing that you gave me your cherry in return. Seems a fair trade," and he laughed at me, humiliating me beyond words.

With that he started to move his cock slowly in and out of my ass, and after a few more slow stokes he picked up the pace and fucked me harder and harder. Suddenly I was squirming against him, wanting nothing more than to feel him release himself into my rectum.

"Yes!" He roared and I had the impression that molten lava was surging into me and for the first time I knew what it was that a woman felt when I came in them.

All I can say is that when he'd finished I wanted to have more of his sperm shooting into me, but Bernie merely pulled himself from my ass and gave my butt another hard slap as he clambered off the bed.

"Now finish fucking Gwen!" He shouted, and smacked my ass again. I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded.

With a grim resolution that I never knew I possessed, I remounted Gwen and found that my cock slipped easily into her plump ass. With the first thrust she renewed her earlier frenzy, writhing and bucking as if to shake my cock from deep within her. But she soon established a workable rhythm with me and the all to familiar feeling of her ass against my stomach returned. I was now ready to come, but held back, knowing that she had to come too, or Bernie might have another unpleasant game to play with me. And I had no intention of sucking him off.

I began talking to Gwen, trying to croon her to an early orgasm.

"You're as is so fucking tight I can hardly move inside you!" I gasped. That got her muscles working and she began to milk me, using a talent I didn't know existed.

"How's that ass of yours feel?" I teased.

She moaned and hissed at me, "Really good! And how's your raggedy ass feeling right now? Want my Bernie to do you again?"

"Not at the moment," I gasped. "I'm too fucking busy making you come!'

"Well get on with it, you mother-fucker!" She screamed and reached between her legs to finger her clit.

I went into high gear, pummeling her ass with a long series of thrusts that left me gasping for air, but she came... I was right behind her, pulling out of her ass and spewing my load all over her cheeks and lower back. She groaned at my heated seed and continued her climax.

Rolling off her now supine form I found Bernie standing with his new erection in hand. I decided to fight him before letting him do anything to me. He must have seen it in my eyes, for he laughed derisively and told me that he had unfinished business with Gwen. Then he sent his prick into her ass in my place.

Gwen started to come almost from the second thrust. He had it all inside her and I had to hand it to him, Bernie could really generate a hard and fast hip motion. Eventually he tired of fucking a still orgasming Gwen and made her suck him until he came in her mouth.

I started to leave, pulling on my pants, when Gwen told me to stay, that she had a lot to tell me about Maggie. And so I stayed, got over my embarrassment and listened and learned.

Chapter 9.

After talking with Gwen I went home and thought things out. It was a sleepless night and the following morning I called Maggie before she went off to work.

"Hi," I said for openers, a pretty safe beginning.

"Oh, hi, I was just thinking about you."

"I should have guessed, I said, "my ears are burning."

That brought on a giggle and I felt a lot better.

"Maggie, we've got to talk."

Now I know that's something women usually say, and on hearing it men usually want to run for the hills. But Maggie didn't react that way at all, perhaps because she was a woman, perhaps she just wanted to hear what I had to say.

"How about meeting me for lunch?" She said.

"All right, where and when?"

It was that simple. And here I'd tossed and turned all night wondering what to say next and I was still searching for the right words and now I didn't need them. Needless to say, I breathed a sigh of relief, set the time and place and got to work myself.

I'm a free lance writer by the way. Just before meeting Maggie I had sold three separate articles on one day to Playboy, Forbes and Business Week. I should add that I didn't dash them all off the same day, anything but. No, I had been working on them off and on for almost four months. All had business related themes and the Forbes article left me with sufficient material from which to carve out the Business Week article. My agent shopped them around and it just happened that all three publications accepted my stuff on the same day. I had called Gwen and Bernie with an offer to take them out to celebrate and they made a counter-offer -- a date with Maggie and so, here I am, back at the starting gate, still trying to figure out what to say to Maggie when we meet again.

I didn't really get any work done, rather I stewed about what to say at lunch and decided that the best course of action would be to be direct and to the point. Hopefully, Maggie would take it from there and we could bring things to a head.

I did manage to make reservations for us at a local restaurant and was decently attired and on time, actually ten minutes early for our date/meeting.

She looked gorgeous as she walked through the door and looked around the room before spotting me at a corner table. Everyman in the place watched her walk (if that's what she did) to my table and stop, waiting for me to rise and hold her chair out for her, which I did with as much gallantry as I could muster up.

We had iced teas and salads. She ordered a Cobb and I mixed greens and I began to talk.

From the first it seemed that Maggie was prepared for this entire conversation and as a result I was stymied as to how to proceed.

"Maggie," I said, "I really feel like I'm in the dark with you on a... in several areas. So please understand if I go off target or start babbling incoherently."

She nodded and took a sip of her tea.

I spoke with Bernie and Gwen last night," it hit me immediately that I'd placed Bernie's name before Gwen's and I began thinking all sorts of Freudian thoughts and almost lost track of where I was going.

"And, well, learned a few things about you. But perhaps I should start with first things first. When we were making love you told me not to fall in love with you, and that simply won't work. I am in love with you and nothing can change that."

A tear rolled down her cheek and I held my napkin out to her and gently wiped it away. Another followed and I did the same.

"If we keep this up, I'll never finish what I have to say," I said hoping to lighten the moment and apparently did, for she smiled and dapped at the ext tear and it was the last.

"So naturally, I turned to Gwen for the answer since she and Bernie brought us together. I learned about Palo and you and what happened after he died. I am so very sorry that you've suffered over his loss and I'm willing to do anything I can to help you. Except, please don't ask me not to love you. I can't do that."

Her hand reached across the table and cover mine, giving it a squeeze.

"You don't have to love me back... it's just that I can't not love you. I can't prevent it, it just happened. And other than a teenaged crush on a girl whose name I no longer remember, I've never been in love before."

This wasn't exactly what I had rehearsed earlier, not in any sense, but my heart had taken control and I let it go.

"May I say something?" Maggie asked gently.

"Of course," I said and took a long gulp of my own iced tea.

"You have part of the picture, not the whole of it. Yes, I have been mourning Palo. Mourning him and cursing him for his infidelities. I interrupted you because I sensed you were about to launch into a diatribe about telling me that although I'm depressed that I'm loved, and deserve to feel better about myself and in fact, will feel better about myself with appropriate treatment."

I was shaking my head, saying, "No, No, No."

"Well I have not been left to grieve alone, as they say. I have had the benefit of adequate counseling and it has helped me recover; for I was depressed. In fact, I was very depressed. But that's behind me now. You may think the many men I've slept with are part of the problem and perhaps early on they were. But not now; I have discovered that I love sex. I love to fuck, pure and simple. I do like you. I don't love you. What's different about you is I want to have sex with you again and again. I don't intend to discard you as I have the others; and in that context you're different. And while I'm at it I might as well yell you this: Leslie is also my lover and has been for two months. We planned your seduction... the phone call... the thing at the window... all of it was planned. I owe you an apology for it. It really wasn't fair to play with your emotions that way and I won't blame you if you get up and leave me here and never speak to me again. But please hear me out.

I was trying to breathe, but couldn't. The waiter came and placed the salads in front of us, but I never saw him. I could only stare at Maggie and wonder... but wonder what? My mind was racing, but going nowhere. The one sensible thought I had, I clung to for I had nowhere else to go. That was, 'hear her out, there may be a workable solution to this... this nightmare.'

She resumed speaking after the waiter left. "I... I was hoping that you would join us... Leslie and I and form a three-some. We don't have to live together, but could do so if you preferred it. Or you could live with me or Leslie so others might see you as a couple with me a close friend and no suspicions would be raised."

'A three-some!' I thought. 'My god, was she serious?'

I asked her if she was serious.

"Of course I am. Shall I call Leslie and have her confirm all this?"

I waved her off. "No, I believe you. I believe all right, it's just... difficult to accept. I mean the entire concept..."

"It's true enough," she added.

"Does Gwen know about...?"

"No, but it was her idea of getting us together. She fully believes that I'm in need of a good man."

Maggie laughed. "Well that's partly true. I am in need of a good man. And you are indeed a good man. Gwen's got it wrong about my wanting to settle down with a guy. I don't... well I do, but in the way I've described to you as a three-some."

"Tell me something, Maggie," I said.

She waited for me to go on.

"You say you're interested in forming a three-some with Leslie and me, but for how long? A week, a month?"

"Oh, no. I mean indefinitely. Years, perhaps forever. But it won't last, I know that. We're not meant to live that way, so it would be a matter of time before we dissolved the relationship. Perhaps one of us will leave and the others will find a replacement or continue on as a pair. I don't know. But we'd have each other for a time, just how long a time is an unknown factor."

"What about financial matters between us? For example if you and I live together and Leslie is perceived to outsiders as a friend and we live together for several years, or long enough to be considered man and wife? Who gets alimony? Is there alimony?"

"Strictly speaking, we continue with our own respective careers. What we earn, we earn and it is ours, not shared, unless we want to share, for example, I buy you a present, or you take us to dinner. Umm, acquisitions like furniture, I don't know, perhaps we can have something drawn up like a nuptial agreement."

"Maggie, I want to be with you. I want you to understand that I truly believe that as of this moment I love you. And because I love you and want to be with you I accept this... this arrangement. But I will always be hoping that we can make it together and that marriage is a possibility for us somewhere down the road."

She released a long pent-up sigh of relief.

"So you... agree to go along with us?"

"I do."

We both smiled at the use of those particular words to cement our 'relationship.'

"Oh..." I said.

"Yes?"

"Will there be others involved with us?"

"I don't know. It's a possibility of course; we don't know what lies ahead."

I was still absorbing the details and what they represented when Maggie squeezed my hand and said, "It's been a delightful lunch. I was afraid it might have been a disaster, so... my place around six?"

"I'll be there with bells on."

"If anything's on, I hope it's a hardon." That said she got up came around to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I returned the kiss and when we separated all the men were applauding us. I paid the check and we went our separate ways.

****

I was at her door at the stroke of six. To prove my willingness to go along with

the three-some scheme, I had my cock out and made sure it was stiff and hard when I knocked on the door. Leslie answered and when she glanced down as women do so surreptitiously, she gasped in pleasant surprise.

"He's up for us, Maggie dear!" She said and reached out to touch me there.

"Umm, I mean, really up for us!"

****

"We are so sorry we treated you the way we did," Leslie was saying after a light dinner and several glasses of wine.

"That's right," Maggie chimed in, a little tipsy and wearing a fake pout. "We want to make that up to you."

"Make what up?" I asked having had two martini's under my belt and half way through a third.

"Don't worry 'bout a thing, darling," Maggie purred, her words only slightly slurred from the wine. She had had at least three more glasses than Leslie that I knew of. Maggie then slipped from the couch to her knees and knelt in front of me and began to unbuckle my belt.

Meanwhile Leslie closed the brief distance between us and offered up her lips to mine. As her electrically charged tongue surged against mine, Maggie had urged my pants and shorts down to my ankles and was slowly stroking my hardon. I opened my eyes (Yes, I tend to close them during a kiss) and saw that Leslie's eyes were open too and glued to my ever expanding cock.

As Maggie's mouth accepted the head of my cock, Leslie began to work her dress off and was soon only wearing a black lacy bra and matching thong.

I lifted her right breast out of its cup and took her nipple between my teeth and somehow caused her some difficulty in removing the bra. Maggie began licking the underside of my cock and left a trail of wet kisses all along the shaft.

"It's a lovely cock you have," she murmured sexily.

I may have bitten down a little too hard on Leslie's nipple at that as she cried out and flung the bra across the room at the same time.