"Take it, please, Maggie," Billy whispered in a pleading tone, standing between my legs. I slipped the head of the penis I had not seen or touched for such a long time into my hungry mouth. It was as if it had never been removed since that day in the woods. It was familiar it looked the same, felt the same, tasted the same. I was going wild with passion as I thrust it down my throat, trying to get every inch within me.
Billy pushed toward me, so my whole body fell back against the bed. His cock fell from my lips, but he was immediately kneeling above me and he dropped his balls into my open lips and sat above my face. I sucked them hard, pulling them from his body, swirling them around in my moist cavity, feeling the coarse hairs that lined the sac with my tongue.
Billy's cock bounced above my nose and he took it in his hand and began masturbating it above me. I could feel each pull of his hands as his testicles tightened and moved up as the skin was being pulled up his penis. Then Billy, released his grip on his organ and braced himself with both hands as he pulled his balls from my lips and replaced them with his penis. He was above me, supported by his arms and feet, doing pushups on the bed above me as his cock slid in and out of my sucking lips.
Each time his penis pulled out, I kissed the tip, quickly running my tongue over the swollen head, sucking hard at the end alone, then increasing my suction as the organ once again slid into my throat. I kept it up until Billy could stand it no longer and my hands were wet with my own juices.
Billy lifted his body from the bed, holding himself in the air above me just by his long arms and rigid legs. I held his cock with one hand – directly above my lips – and milked the white cum from it. It poured into my mouth as I watched it happen. Long streams of white cream fell from the tip of his dark organ into my waiting mouth below as I helped push each spurt from the tip with my tightened hand. I was going mad with lust by that time, and I hoped the orgasm would never stop. I wanted him to keep filling my mouth till I fell asleep for the night. I never wanted him to go back to school. I hadn't sucked anyone for almost two months – you see, two months ago I had sucked Tom off after school one day, in the janitor's room. I didn't tell Billy about it. I thought perhaps he wouldn't like it.
Billy dropped his cock into my mouth and fell beside me and I turned to my side and kept his penis between my teeth till it softened. Then I let it drop out and fall against his relaxed body.
"My God, Maggie, you're amazing!" he said whispering as he stroked the lips of my damp pussy.
"You haven't found anyone better," I asked, trying to ask casually a question I had been afraid of – I wanted to know if he had done it with anyone else since he left for college.
"Are you kidding? The girls at that school are all virgins. They don't even know what it's like to touch a cock, much less put it in their mouth. God, what I left when I went away to school." There was a certain amount of relief I felt when I heard that, but there was another question I had to ask him, and I was afraid. I lay there for a few minutes, silently stroking his smooth buttocks, and then blurted out the question.
"Bill, do you and Greg ever do… know… what you and Tom used to do?" I held my breath.
Billy giggled. "No, hell no. Back in high school that stuff is labeled 'fooling around' but if anyone continues it in college he's immediately labeled as being a queer. I think a lot of guys still want to, but no one is going to risk being called that. Sometimes I get horny and think it would be nice for Greg to give me a blow job, but I don't have the guts to ask. No big thing. I don't think he'd go much for it, anyway."
That was all I wanted to hear. I may have been quite grown up, but I was still a child when it came to romance. I wanted Greg to be mine. I didn't even want to share him with my brother, whom I loved more than anyone in the world. Greg would be mine someday, I would see to that.
I don't remember what we talked about, but I know we were up most of the night. I was only interested in finding out about Greg and that's all I can remember, at least of our conversation.
I do remember we had sex again that night. Billy put his face to my pussy and gave me more pleasure than I had ever given myself. And again, I sucked him off, very gently, on the bed, cupping his balls in one hand and holding onto the base of his penis with the other. He came in another explosion that rocked the top of my head. It certainly was a good way to spend a cold winter night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Billy and Greg left the next morning, and I vowed secretly to myself that I would see Greg again. Billy promised to keep the sexual aspect of my relationship with him a secret from Greg, which made me very happy. I couldn't tell if Greg was interested in me or not. I only knew he had been kind to me and that I was developing a powerful crush on him.
The months went by quickly, and instead of my crush on Greg diminishing, it became stronger. I saw him occasionally, when I had the chance to visit Milwaukee, and though there was no close relationship developing between us, we at least were friends and felt very comfortable with each other.
I started, for the first time in my life, to be asked out on dates. I turned many boys down because I knew all they wanted to do was fuck me. And, on the other hand, I accepted many dates because I knew what the boys wanted – a good blow job. I had a reputation for giving good blow jobs and it lost me a lot of girlfriends but gained me many many boyfriends.
My reputation didn't matter much to me, at least my reputation in Two Forks, Wisconsin. I was counting the days till graduation, till I could break away and go off to college far away from home.
The day did come, and I'll remember it till the day I die. Graduation day was probably the single happiest day of my entire lifetime. Mother and Dad were proud, since I was graduating with honors and had just received a scholarship from the University of New Mexico, and Grandmother and Grandfather were quite excited for me, also. But it was Billy, and even more so, Greg, who made the day so special.
We had an outdoor ceremony and the June sun was shining and there was a light wind which blew our gowns up over our knees. Billy and Greg were sitting in the first row and they clapped wildly when I accepted my diploma. I was thrilled.
Back at the farm, we had a reception with all of our family friends, which was fun, and I was surprised to see all the presents people had either brought or sent me. Greg played the piano and we all stood around singing songs for hours. We were having such a great time, we were sorry it had to end.
There was a strange feeling in my body that night. I don't know how to explain it. It was as if I had suddenly been released – set free – and I knew there was a world out there, but I was wondering if I was prepared to live in it. The farm had been so secure, my brother had been such a good friend and teacher, such a good sex partner, and there always was a warm meal to greet me and a place to run to when I needed to be alone. Now I would have to find a replacement for each of these things and I was frankly very scared.
Just about the time everyone was leaving the party, Greg asked me to go for a walk with him. Nothing could have ended the day more perfectly. We told everyone we would be back shortly and out into the fields we walked.
It was a beautiful walk, a beautiful moment that we shared. Greg surprised me by telling me he had been thinking about me for a long time now. He told me he always looked forward to my visits and my letters – he even mentioned that Billy would often remark, "Just whose sister is she?"
I told him I had been thinking about him myself. I tried to play it very cool, but I don't think I succeeded.
"I'm going to miss you," Greg said, holding my hand as we walked.