Dad finally found me after dinner and there was an uproar in the house because I had lied to Grandmother and had spent the entire day doing nothing. I was confined to my room after school for two weeks, but that didn't bother me. What did bother me was the look Billy gave me when he found out I had been in the barn all day. He knew that I knew what had been going on.
Late that night, I got out of bed and crept down the hall to his room. I opened the door and quietly entered, and shut the door tightly behind me. Billy was awake, sitting up naked in his bed. He didn't look too happy with me.
"I thought you would be asleep," I said softly.
"I thought you would be asleep!" Billy said, a little too loud for the circumstances.
"Shhh. They'll wake up."
"You saw it, didn't you?" Billy asked in a sharp whisper. He sounded upset.
"Yes, I saw it," I said, calmly.
"Okay, so we give each other a blow job now and then, so what? Can't you mind your own business?"
I was hurt. I hadn't come to him to berate him or make him feel ashamed. On the contrary, I wanted to tell him how fantastic I thought it was and ask him if he would let me do it some time, or teach me how to do it.
"Well?" he asked.
"I couldn't help but overhear and I wanted to see. I thought it was great. I really came in to ask if you'd teach me how, or let me do it to you sometime."
He almost fell over. I think I really stunned him with my words, but I've always felt – even then – that honesty is the best way to get through to someone. So I was honest and he loved me for it.
"How long have you and Tom been doing that?" I asked.
"Couple of years, off an on. It's a release. Most of the guys do it, though they won't admit it," Billy said, moving over to let me get on the bed beside him.
"Do girls do it?" I asked, again honestly.
"I sure hope so! I haven't met anyone yet who would do it to me. A few of my dates have felt my prick, but none of them have even come near to doing as much as you've done. But, then too, I haven't had many dates."
We both laughed. I suddenly remembered I hadn't locked the door, so I got up and locked it. When I turned around, Billy had flipped the covers off his legs and he held his penis in his hand, waiting for me to come and take it. I walked to him and placed my fingers around it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, hoping that I would say yes. I was very excited that I was going to be the first girl ever to take it in her mouth.
I knelt on the bed, next to him. He spread his legs and rubbed my breasts for a moment and then winked at me and nodded to his genitals.
I bent my head and moved close to the tip of his penis. I could see a drop of fluid already on the tip of it, and I flicked it with my tongue and licked it off. Then I parted my lips and let the head of his organ slide between them. I fitted them around the bottom of the head and swirled my tongue over the soft skin of the tip. Billy moaned, so I was sure I was doing the right thing.
Then I let it ease into my mouth a little at a time, until I had all I could take. Billy pulled back and drew the organ out, and at first it scraped across my teeth, but the second time he did it I knew how to handle it and soon it was sliding in and out as easily as it had slip in and out of Tom's mouth.
"Maggie, Maggie, good, good," Billy whispered as my head moved back and forth. I knew I wasn't doing the best job in the world – think back now and realize how awful it must have been – but I knew Billy was enjoying it. In fact, he enjoyed it so much he came in my mouth in a matter of minutes. Suddenly my mouth filled with spurts of the hot semen and I started swallowing, afraid that I might choke or let it drip down my chin, and I wanted every bit of it inside me. I didn't even choke, just drank it all down and surprised myself that it went so smoothly.
Billy lay back on the bed, exhausted and exhilarated. He didn't say a word, and neither did I. I put my head on his leg and watched his penis grow small with the passing minutes. Finally, when I started dozing off, he lifted me and helped me down the hall to my room.
I fell into the bed and Billy stood there for a long time, looking down at me. Then he bent down and opened my robe and suddenly I was naked in front of him. He was only wearing his undershorts.
"Can I kiss you goodnight?" he asked.
Kiss me goodnight? I didn't know what he meant. Had he suddenly fallen in love with me? Did he want to peck me on the cheek? Or did he want to really kiss me on the mouth? Out of fear, I just nodded, taking my chances.
I'll never forget what he did as long as I live. Billy smiled, bent over, spread my legs apart and planted his head between my thighs and kissed my virgin pussy with all his might! He opened his mouth and sucked and let his tongue flit between the lips of my pussy as he pressed his face there. Then, as fast as it had begun, it was over. He got up without a sound, turned and walked out the door.
It was a kiss, but one like I had never had before. I started crying, I was so happy that night. I dreaded the day he would leave for college. Everything was beginning to work out so well. I fell asleep praying I would never lose him. I knew I would always be his "little sister".
A few days later, Billy and Tom invited me to go to the barn with them. My pants were wet by the time we got to the partitioned section. And they were off the minute I got there.
I had the time of my life – holding a penis in each hand, working them up and down at the same time, holding them together and working them like one big organ. I put Billy's penis in my mouth while Billy took Tom's in his, and then we reversed. Then I sat on the edge of the bale and Billy got on his knees and continued where he had left off the other night, licking and sucking on my pink young pussy. Tom stood next to us, jacking off, and I reached up and rubbed his balls while he beat his cock up and down. I was going wild from the sensations Billy was causing between my legs, and at the same time he was playing with his hard organ between his legs.
Tom began to gasp and I knew he was ready to come. Billy looked up just in time to see Tom slide his penis into my mouth. As soon as I felt the tip of it hit my tongue he exploded and I felt the release hot inside my throat. While Tom was still coming, Billy jumped up, holding his penis in his hand. He tried to shove it in my mouth, along with Tom's, before he spurted, but some white liquid squirted out and hit my breast just as he put the rigid organ to my lips.
I opened wide. The second shot of cream dribbled down my chin, but then he pushed it in and my lips were forced to receive both organs at once. They were both coming, and I swallowed but could not take all of the hot liquid that was pouring into my mouth. Some of it ran down my face and fell to my breasts and stomach.
I had both hands cupped under their heaving balls, making sure my middle finger of each hand was touching their anuses.
I couldn't keep my mouth open any longer. I made them pull out together, and they had to hold onto each other to keep from falling over.
I swallowed, smiled, wiped some of the thick liquid from my body, and watched them as they recovered.
Later, when we were all dressed, we were sitting on the grass in the yard when we had an interesting conversation. We talked about fucking. Tom wanted to do it to a girl. Billy wanted to do it to a girl. And I wanted it done to me. But we never connected on that point, never suggested that we try it with any combination of our threesome. We would do all the sucking in the world, we would place fingers up each other's asses, and the boys would put their fingers in my pussy, but never did it cross our minds to try actual intercourse. I think going that far with Billy would have violated that moral code the good nuns had preached at us – incest was a mortal sin. Anything short of intercourse was not incest in our minds.