Billy held tight to the tree branch for fear I was going to push him over backward with my thrusting head. I buried my face in his lap and sucked till I was blue in the face. I knew he was on the brink of orgasm and I wanted it to be the best he had ever experienced.
I think it was. He let out sharp cry of pain and pleasure and I felt his body stiffen and shiver as he held his breath.
The hot liquid gushed out of his penis and filled my mouth like never before. There seemed to be twice as much cum as usual and it felt like it was never going to stop. Spurt after spurt squirted against the roof of my mouth and I swallowed many times till I had all of it inside my stomach, where I wanted it to remain forever.
Billy didn't moan, he didn't sigh, he didn't say a word after his initial sharp scream. I think he was somewhere in the clouds when it happened and he was beyond any normal reaction. When the last gush came I thought he was going to fall off the limb. It seemed as if he returned to reality and was winded, like he had just crossed a desert on foot.
I kept his penis in my mouth for as long as I could, but my legs were giving out, and I knew I needed to sit down and rest. Finally, I pulled my head off his cock and fell to the ground, almost underneath him, and sat with my legs up and spread apart, on the ground, grass and a few dead leaves.
Billy looked down at me, smiling, catching his breath. The odd thing at that point was the fact that his penis still remained hard. It usually softened right away, sometimes even in my mouth. But this time was different; this time it stood as erect and tall as when I had begun sucking on it. Billy wrapped his hand around it.
"Maggie, I want to cum again! I can, I know it!" he said, moving his cock up and down.
I started to get up, ready and willing and anxious to suck on it again so soon, but Billy stopped me.
"No Maggie, do it to yourself, what I like to watch…"
I sat back down on the ground and fell back to the grass, looking directly up to see his testicles hanging over the tree limb and his hand pumping his huge cock above. I wanted to stay there, to watch the white semen float in the air to my body, as I brought myself to orgasm.
I played with my vagina, with my clitoris, with my anal opening, all as I watched my brother masturbating above me. His legs were swinging on the tree limb now and I moved my legs to allow my fingers to better excite myself.
I still tasted his cum in my mouth and the thought of his huge cock coming between my lips caused a sensation to pierce all my thinking, my awareness, so that now I thought about nothing, only felt what was happening. I was beginning to come. I felt the wetness in my hands and rubbed my clitoris until I thought I was going to faint.
Billy threw his legs stiffly into the air and before I knew it white jets of liquid were falling to my face. I opened my lips. Drops of cum fell to my lips, my cheek, my forehead. I closed my lips, trying to lick the semen from my cheek, when another gush fell onto the tip of my breast. I jammed my hands as far as they would go into my pussy as the cum rolled down the inside of my breast and down my slim belly.
Billy gasped as he jumped down from the branch, landing in a kneeling position on top of me. His hard cock bobbed over my breasts and I lifted my head to lick the remaining drops of cum from its head. Then I fell back to the ground and held tightly to Billy's thighs with both of my wet hands.
Billy finally bent over and kissed me on my cheek and then wiped the semen from my forehead. In a few moments we got up and walked back to the creek and washed ourselves.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in silence as we lay naked on the blanket, looking up into the trees, seeing the sunlight slowly sink into the distance. When dusk came, we dressed, ate our last bits of cheese and homemade bread, and started back to the farmhouse.
Billy and I were to be parted from that day on. Oh, we would be together again many more times, and we would have sex together many more times, but that walk back to the farmhouse was like a walk out of a particular era, a particular and special time in one's life. How young and untouched from the big world we were then. I've often wished that time had never come to an end.
CHAPTER SIX
I didn't get to see Billy till Christmas. Yes, he was just miles away in Milwaukee, but it seems his schedule was so rough and I was so busy with chores, school and Four-H that I didn't have time to get to Milwaukee to visit him.
But Christmas was wonderful, as usual. More wonderful than most times because Billy brought a friend home for the holidays – Greg. They were roommates. Greg was the most beautiful hunk of manhood I had ever laid eyes on and I was captivated on first sight. I didn't make the mistake of "falling in love" at first sight, as I had that night on the road, but rather I just let Greg's charm grow on me till I found myself imagining sleeping nestled in his arms. I was jealous that Billy got to spend most of his days and nights with him.
Our Christmas Eve celebration was a happy one, with the family gathered, including Grandmother and Grandfather, everyone giving and receiving presents, the tree glowing in the corner of the living room, the snow falling outside. Mother made a delicious traditional meal and we all said prayers and then opened our gifts.
I got many nice things, but the special present was a tiny gold locket from Billy.
His picture was in there next to mine. I still wear it today.
Later that evening, we all piled into Dad's car and drove to the little church and attended midnight mass. We got home at two in the morning and sat around drinking hot cider and eating Grandmother's delicious Christmas cookies and fruitcake. Finally, after a long but beautiful day, I got up to go to bed and as I crossed between the living room and hallway, I found myself standing beneath the mistletoe. That's when Greg kissed me.
It was a harmless, friendly kiss, the most natural kiss in the world – but to me it was proof of his love and faithfulness forever. I walked into my bedroom stunned and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
A few days later, after Greg, Billy and I had gone ice skating on our pond, we sat around the living room waiting for supper. Greg told us about his parents – they had been divorced when he was young, he had been raised by his mother, and now was alone. Then he spoke of how this Christmas had meant so much to him because he had never in his life had a real Christmas with a family. Billy said that Greg was part of the family. I certainly didn't think so. I wanted him to be part of me!
Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, I got up and unlocked my door. Greg was sleeping with Billy, but Billy promised to visit me as soon as Greg had fallen asleep.
I sat on my bed waiting, listening to the powerful cold wind outside blowing across the prairie. In a few minutes Billy entered my room and locked the door.
"I hoped you'd wait up. I was afraid you'd be asleep," Billy said, sitting next to me on the bed.
I put my hand on his leg. "Greg sleeping?" I asked, reaching for his crotch.
"Yes," he whispered, reaching inside my robe for my breasts. He pulled one out, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. The robe slipped down my shoulders and I sat naked to the waist in front of him. I felt his cock rise and meet my searching hand.
Billy stood up and started pulling the bottoms of his pajamas down. "You really like Greg, don't you?"
I didn't answer. I just grinned, watching him taking his clothing off.
"I can tell you do," he said, holding his cock between his fingers.
"Sure, I think he's really nice," I said, bringing my lips to within inches from the tip of his penis. At the same time I opened the belt on my robe and spread it. My pussy was exposed now.