I did suck hard, as hard as I could. I licked circles on the underside of his shaft, concentrating kisses on the glands, biting there, resting there till he could stand it no longer. I pulled my head away just as he was about to come.
Greg breathed deeply and relaxed. I moved my lips down the shaft of his penis to his balls. They were hanging soft and low between his legs and I brought my mouth up under them and sucked as hard as I could until both of them floated into my mouth. I swirled them around, brushing them with my tongue, and I could feel Greg moving his hips in excitement as he spread his legs farther.
Greg then lifted his legs into the air and grabbed his feet with his hands. I released my suction on his balls and let my tongue work its way down beneath his scrotum, to the hard cleft just before his anal opening. I licked the hairs there, applying saliva so that it ran down over the hot little opening to his asshole.
Then I kissed the opening. I firmly planted my lips there and let my tongue probe his anus until it relaxed and became less tight. Soon I was able to get the tip of my tongue up it and Greg gasped as I did so.
I took my tongue away and replaced it with my finger. I was mad now, like an animal in heat, and I knew I would try to do what I had seen Billy do to himself, what I eventually had done to Billy. I was going to slide my finger up Greg's ass.
I pressed lightly. He spread his buttocks as wide as he could possibly get them.
"Yes, Maggie, do that, put it in there," he said quickly.
I pushed my finger in slowly, as far as it would go. My entire body shook as I watched it disappear up his hairy asshole. I felt the warm flesh of the narrow passage envelop my finger and hold it tight once it was in. Greg breathed spasmodically.
He dropped his legs to the floor and I lifted my body over his right leg so the lips of my pussy touched lightly at his knee. I was in control – I could move up or down, depending on how much sensation I wanted to feel. My finger was buried up his asshole and with my other hand I grasped the base of his cock and pointed it toward my face. I sank my mouth onto it.
Our bodies were glistening with sweat, almost looking as if they had been bronzed. My breasts swayed rapidly as I began to pump on his organ in steady, fast movements. Greg brushed my hair, my shoulders, my bobbing head. He brought his fingers to my lips to feel the wetness of his cock as it slipped in and out of my mouth. I kept my lips ovaled so they slid easily over the head, and then down to the base. The tip rested in my throat each time I sank my head onto the shaft, and each time I thought it would rip my tonsils away. Greg's sperm-bloated testicles rubbed against my hand as I wiggled my finger up his ass.
My head danced up and down like a driving piston as I performed the finest act of love I was capable of. I moved the finger buried inside him in rhythm with the plunges my head was taking. Greg's body followed in the same way, moving up to meet my lips and down to thrust the finger deeper up his asshole.
The pressure was growing – I could see it in his balls as they tightened and swelled – and I could feel it in the contractions in his anus and the hardness of his penis. He was ready to come and I was more than ready to receive. I used every trick I knew, sucking faster and faster, rubbing my wet pussy on his knee, letting my breasts stimulate his sensitive thighs.
I wanted it, wanted it desperately, wanted to taste Greg's flowing hot cum, wanted to drink it down and feel it rest in my soft belly.
The first torrent of liquid flooded along the passage of his cock as Greg threw his hips into the air. I had to push my hand up hard to keep the finger up his ass. A gush of hot liquid pored out from the tip, erupted, exploded, as I tried to swallow. Rush after rush of burning semen bloated my cheeks outward until I had to swallow crazily to keep from choking. His testicles rolled uncontrollably as the sperm pushed up the long shaft of his cock. I could feel each contraction deep within his asshole. Greg's hands worked spasmodically in my hair, ramming my head down harder on his swollen penis, burying it deep in my throat. Then, with one mighty groan, he emptied the final spurt of his virile young sperm into my hungry mouth. Then he dropped his hips back to the floor and I slowly pulled the finger from his anus.
"Maggie, no, please…"
I didn't know what he meant.
"Maggie, your finger, put it back in… please, till I relax, till it softens…" His words drifted off into a slur of sounds. I slipped my finger back up his anal canal, pushing it in as tight as I could get it, and he again moaned in pleasure.
I continued to nibble gently at the fleshy organ, milking every last drop of his semen until the satiated cock began to soften in my mouth. Greg flung his arms outward in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment coming from his mouth, as I released the organ from my lips and rested my head in his groin, watching it closely as it softened.
When it was normal size and I could tell that Greg was relaxed, I slid my finger from his anus. He smiled.
I rolled off him and sprawled out on the floor next to him.
"Where did you ever learn to do that?" he asked.
"I read a book," I replied.
I'm not sure how long we lay there naked, but it seemed like hours. We were both half asleep, or so I thought, until I felt something tickling at the hairs on my pussy. I lifted my head and looked down to see Greg's tongue lightly brushing against my cunt lips. I put my head back to the floor.
Greg brought his hand up my body, over my smooth stomach, until he cupped my breasts and squeezed them hungrily while his mouth found the open wetness of my young pussy. He slid his tongue between the lips and quickly found my clitoris.
His sharp white teeth took the throbbing button between them and nipped it gently, rubbing his tongue around and around it in circles. I cried out in pleasure, grabbing Greg's hands as they pressed into my breasts.
He sucked hard on my pussy until I felt his tongue beginning to fuck me, sliding as far up my channel as it would go, his saliva mixing with my own love juices.
"Greg, turn around," I said, pulling his hands from my breasts. I wanted to be in a sixty-nine position with Greg on top of me, so I could watch his bouncing balls and cock and spread asshole as he sucked at my pussy.
He got up and positioned himself over me, kneeling on either side of my torso, fitting his head perfectly between my legs. His cock was only half-hard, and it bounced against my breasts as he raised and lowered his hips.
I grabbed the tip of his penis with one hand and with the other I brushed his balls, which were only inches from my mouth, bringing my fingertips up to gently caress his spread anus. His cock grew hard and long in my hand and soon I was able to pump it as he slid his tongue in and out of my cunt.
In a matter of moments I reached the pinnacle of my climax. My entire body convulsed and I sucked Greg's balls into my lips to keep from screaming as his hot tongue slid in and out of my cunt. My entire being shook as the climax raced through my flesh – as my hot flowing liquids gushed down over Greg's lips into his gasping mouth, painting his face with a sheen of lust and heat.
He sucked until it was over, until the last drop was in his mouth, as I feverishly pulled on his organ and swirled his balls around in my mouth. Then, as soon as Greg pulled his face from my crotch, I let his balls pull from my lips as he knelt above me.
His hand replaced mine on his organ and he began to work it as fast as he could, looking down at my spread pussy in front of him. My hands were on his buttocks which were almost directly above my face, and I spread them so I could look at his anal opening. Then he brought his body down so the opening of his asshole rested directly on my lips. He sat on my face, gently, carefully, as his balls rested between my breasts. And immediately after that he came.