The transition from small farm town to big city was not as difficult as I had expected, and I certainly was adjusted to college life within a few months. I was bored with school by that time, however, and I think I just stayed with it because Greg was going to join me so soon and for no other reason.
And join me he did. At the end of January. I had seen him at Christmas, back home, and it was as beautiful a time as the year before. Billy didn't spend much time at home with us because he was dating a girl who lived in Milwaukee and he was with her often. But Greg and I had a great time together, and we went from the point of kissing to some foreplay, but never anything with our clothing off. By the time he arrived in Albuquerque I was climbing the walls out of frustration. Oh yes, I was sucking off every guy on campus, but Greg was the only person I really desired, the only person who could fulfill the need in me to be loved and protected.
The incident of the yellow dress on the porch floor crossed my mind many times, especially when a guy would start playing around in such a way that I knew he wanted to fuck me. None of them ever succeeded, but I had to put up some fights.
It occurred to me also that perhaps Greg would want to fuck me. Of course Greg would want to fuck me! I suddenly feared having to tell him that I couldn't do that. I wondered if he knew about the rape? Had Billy told him? Could I bring myself to tell him? I would have to. I could never, even for Greg, have submitted to intercourse.
Greg arrived and confused me terribly. At first he was aggressive – we began petting where we had left off and forward, but then gradually, in a few weeks time, it began to wear off. We dated, we told each other we loved each other, we spent a great deal of time together, and yet there seemed to be no sexual interest on his part. I didn't want to be his sister – I had been much more satisfied by being Billy's sister – but rather his lover and, hopefully, his wife someday.
About three months passed and I was a nervous wreck. My grades began slipping as my frustration grew to such a point it needed to find release somewhere. I took to sucking cocks – any cocks that may have been nearby – and I did everything I could to conceal it from Greg.
We saw each other often, remained close, very much in love, but we didn't touch each other. At that time I thought perhaps he could live without sex, but I couldn't. I stood around the Union Building one night waiting for Greg to pick me up when I met a good-looking guy who asked me for a date. I told him I would suck his cock if he wanted when I got home from my date. He blinked and was speechless. After my date with Greg, I met the guy and gave him a blow job in the deserted snack bar in the Union Building. That was the beginning of my obsession with sucking cock. Hell, I went wild! Night and day, that's all I thought about.
Greg had no idea of what was going on. He was in the graduate school and had very little contact with underclassmen. We dated, eating lunch together each day at school, and spent just about every weekend together. However, kissing was our only form of sexual expression. And with each kiss I wanted more. I had to get it from others.
I met a man on the street in downtown Albuquerque who asked me to his motel room. He had a small cock, but loved what I did to it. He came three times in my mouth, and then once again as he watched me spread my pussy lips open in front of him.
I left him only to meet the guy in the Union Building again and fellate him on the back stairwell of the building. He stood up a few stairs from me and opened his zipper and pulled his cock out. It became hard almost immediately and I sucked expertly as his hands stroked my hair. He came without a sound and said he'd see me again.
The next day a stranger came up to me just before history class and told me he was a friend of the guy I had done on the stairs and he asked if I would do the same to him. So I skipped history – I figured fuck the Romans and spent the hour with my head nestled between his legs, doing everything I knew how to his cock and balls.
I was sick then, I realize that now, sick with an obsession to put the male organ in my mouth and to keep it there. I didn't even care any longer if the person didn't touch me or play with my tits or my pussy. I needed to suck cock and that was all. My language grew coarse and my very neat appearance gave way to that of a cheap slut. Greg said he was worried because I didn't look well. I thought that was kind of him.
Damn! I loved him so much! I needed him, I wanted him, I dreamed of being with him. But he stopped every time we came close to touching each other. I could feel him shudder and freeze up. I wish that I could have been honest at that time, wish that I could have openly talked with him. But I was afraid of losing him and he was afraid of something also, though at that time I didn't know what.
It finally got to a point where I couldn't take it any longer. One night in April – I remember it was raining – Greg and I sat in his car after we had gone to dinner at a nice restaurant. He told me he had just received a letter from Billy and was looking forward to us all getting together sometime soon. In other words, he was killing time and making conversation that meant nothing. I think also he was trying to say we were all mainly good friends to try to ease the tight bond between us.
I blew up. I screamed at him that he never touched me, that he never cared about me, that he was more interested in his damn school work and in Billy and all of us getting together than he was in me. I told him he didn't love me and he had been lying. Then, before he could say anything, I jumped out of the car and ran down the street in the rain. He told me later he sat there crying for a long time, but how could I have known that then? I really did believe he hated me. And I loved him so desperately.
I ran to the Union Building and the kid I had done on the steps was there. He looked at me strangely when I came in dripping wet. But he didn't ask questions, for he knew what I wanted.
Just as we were walking toward the dark stairwell, his friend appeared, the other guy I had done in place of history class. So the three of us went to the stairs. I sucked on both of them, taking turns, and brought the guy's friend to orgasm first. Then I worked on the other one till finally he too filled my mouth. They hitched up their pants and left me standing there in that cold, damp stairwell.
I walked outside. The rain had stopped and now the campus was crowded with people crossing from one building to another. I saw a young boy – he couldn't have been more than fourteen – coming up the walk to where I was standing.
Looking back now, I can hardly imagine myself doing such a thing – this kid was hardly old enough to be out after ten, much less to be sucked off behind some wet bushes – but I did do it. I said hello to him, took him by the hand placed it on my breast, looked into his eyes and walked him behind the bushes near the side of the building.
The soil was muddy and we slipped a few times as I pulled his pants down, but he leaned against the wall of the building and kept his balance. I don't know if he fully realized what had hit him. I think he was so stunned he just stood there and obeyed, without saying a word.
I pulled his pants to his knees and took the tip of his cock in my lips. It was soft and rather small, so unlike Billy's and the others I had seen and tasted, but there was a certain fascination in that itself. And the boy had very little pubic hair and his testicles were tight between his young legs. Here I was, almost raping a young boy, and loving every moment of it.
I felt mad, wild, uncontrolled. My only desire was to give him pleasure, to make his cock rise and come in my mouth. I sucked gently as he relaxed, and slowly his little penis burst into life, growing longer and wider within my lips. It was still rather small when it was hard which I loved because I could float it around in my mouth, kissing his pubic hair at the same time, even running my tongue down the top of his balls as it was in my mouth.
The boy started moaning. He said it was his first blow job, and I believed him. He came almost immediately, small hot gushes that were pouring into a person's mouth for the first time in his life, and he banged his head against the wall as he sighed.
We didn't talk. He stood there looking at me in a mixture of fascination and horror as I got up from the kneeling position I had been in. Mud was caked on my knees and legs and my skirt was ruined. I must have looked like I had escaped from a mental institution.
The boy looked at me for a moment then quickly lifted the front of my skirt and looked under. I was as shocked as he was when I first grabbed him and dragged him into the bushes. With his other hand, he pulled my panties down just enough to see my pussy. That's all he did just looked at it. Then he ran away. I never saw him again.
I wanted more. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to go into any of the buildings looking as I did, but I had to find some cock somewhere. Then I thought of it. The art theatre on Central Avenue. I had seen guys going in there at every hour of the day to see sex films. I could walk around the back of the blocks, where no one would see me.
And I did so, cutting through a few alleys and two backyards. I walked to the end of the street next to the theatre and quickly dashed down the busy street to the ticket booth.
"One, please," I said to the man.
"Ladies are free with an escort," he replied sounding like a tape recording.
"I don't have an escort," I said, feeling like the whole world was staring at me standing in front of that sleazy theatre.
"Hell, it's stupid to pay, why don't you wait for some guy to come along…"
"One, please, I'll pay!" I said very loudly. The guy looked at me for a second and then waved me in, without having to pay.
I quickly ducked into the dark, smoke-filled theatre. Most of the men present were sitting near the back of the house, so I stayed there, taking a seat on the aisle in the last row.
In a few minutes I caught my breath and began to realize what was going on there in living color on the screen at the front of the theatre. A very good-looking woman with gigantic breasts was playing with a man's cock. The man was sitting on a bar stool and the woman was wearing her garter belt and nylons, but no underpants. Her pussy was covered with dark thick hair.
The man rubbed her head, pushing it toward his cock, but she apparently wasn't ready to do that yet. Instead, she spread his legs far apart and planted a kiss directly on his balls. Then she knelt down and started kissing his feet as the camera came in close to get a shot of her rounded buttocks.
The woman knelt there until she was kissing the boy's knees. Then she took her hands and spread her ass for the camera and her anal entrance was visible in colored detail on the screen.
The guy got off the stool and rolled on the floor till his head was just beneath her spread cheeks. Then she raised herself and let her ass drop to his waiting tongue, as he began to masturbate himself. She seemed to be sitting on his face! He kicked his legs, his mouth smothered by her ass, driving himself wild with his hand. Then he came and the camera caught it all in a close-up – cum running down the length of his cock like lava from a volcano. I was going wild. My hands were stuffed up my pussy.
Then another guy entered the scene and the one on the floor watched as the new guy prepared to fuck the girl. That's when I got bored. I started looking around the auditorium.
About three rows in front of me sat a college kid, or least he looked like a college kid. I knew he was masturbating because of the way his head was bobbing. He reminded me of Billy the first times I had watched him. The row was about half full, with eight or ten guys in it. The aisle seat, the one next to the college kid, was empty. I moved there.
The kid almost passed out. Not only did he not expect anyone to sit there – no one sat right next to each other in that theatre – but he hardly could believe it when a girl sat next to him! He quickly moved to cover his penis, but it was too large and too hard for him to get it back into his pants.
I reached over and grabbed his hand, which was clamped around the shaft of his cock. Finally he took his hand away so I could stroke it, and I did so in time to the couple-on-the screen's fucking. I felt the guy begin to enjoy what I was doing and I knew the men behind me were all watching me more closely than they were watching the movie.
I bent my head down and licked the tip of his cock. He shuddered. I was afraid he was going to come right then and there! I didn't want that. I needed to have it in my mouth needed it to shoot off in my mouth, needed it to fill my body, my brain, so I wouldn't have to think about Greg, wouldn't have to think about Greg's cock which I desired more than anything in the world next to his love.
I bent my head back down, drawing the organ deep into my mouth this time. I nibbled at its underside, directly under the glans where the skin is so sensitive, and he shook all over with passionate delight. He worked his hand to my pussy and felt the wetness of my underpants, and then I decided to help him out.
I stood up, pulled my panties down and off my legs, and tossed them over my shoulder. I immediately heard a scramble and I knew then what it was like for a bride to toss her bouquet. I wondered who was the lucky guy to get my panties and if that meant he was to be the next one to be sucked off?
I sat back down and let the college kid play with my pussy lips as he watched the film and I sucked his cock. I began slow steady movements up and down it – it felt like rigid steel in my lips – and soon I felt the head starting to swell. It burst into me as his hand pressed tightly against my vaginal entrance. My mouth was filled with delicious hot cum and I swallowed and drank it all down as fast as it shot from the end of his cock.
Then I moved to the next guy. The row was filled by now and men were moving close to us from all over the theatre. I was becoming a better attraction than the damn film they had all paid five bucks a head for!
I got onto my knees on the dirty floor of the theatre and heard zippers opening as I sank my head between the legs of the guy next to the college kid.
I sucked for only a few seconds – up and down a few times – and the guy came. He couldn't hold it back, he was so excited. I moved to the next.
He was holding it in his hand. He was black, and I had never seen a black cock before in my life. It looked just like a white one, to my surprise, but the head seemed to be larger than any I had ever seen. I shoved it into my lips and began to suck as the guy whispered for me to bite it, and so I did, not hard, but hard enough to hurt him, which is what he apparently wanted.
As soon as my teeth sank into the shaft of his penis, he filled my mouth with an enormous load of cum. At the same time the guy standing behind him in the next row of seats – I had noticed him there when I looked up to see the black guy's face – came and the cum shot past the black guy's head and right onto my nose. I jumped up quickly and took his cock in my lips, catching most of his load.
I was standing between the black man's legs, sucking a cock over the black man's shoulders while his long cock rested inside my thighs. I leaned on his shoulders as I released the penis from my mouth. Immediately another guy, standing also, slipped his penis into me and came as he jerked himself off into my mouth.
I suddenly thought that the black guy might get the idea that I wanted to have him fuck me since my pussy was directly over his standing cock, so I pulled back and again fell to my knees down the row.
I started sucking every cock in the row, going from man to man, some old, some young, some circumcised, some uncircumcised, some big, some small. Nothing mattered to me – as long as they were ready to be sucked, I wanted to suck them.
We were causing quite a commotion in the theatre by this time and suddenly a handsome young usher came down the aisle with his flashlight. The men who were standing around watching moved away and suddenly I was hit with the beam of his huge flashlight. Only my eyes looked up. I kept the penis I was sucking in my mouth. The usher couldn't believe his eyes. He just stood there, frozen, shining the light as I performed fellatio on the floor of the damp theatre as about fifty men stood around masturbating themselves.
The guy came and I pulled my head back, still in the usher's spotlight. I stood up and lifted my skirt, to wipe my mouth, and his light moved to my pussy, which was sparkling wet by now. He gasped. I dropped my skirt back down.
He was wearing a red usher's jacket and black pants, which were growing tighter and tighter as his penis hardened in them. I moved the few steps to him and kissed him on the cheek and lightly pressed my hand to his crotch. I knew immediately that I had to have him, too, and I didn't even give him a chance to say anything.
I fell to my knees at the urging of the crowd around me, and quickly opened the handsome usher's pants. He held the flashlight above, still on my face. His cock sprang out and struck me in the face. He shined his light on it. It wasn't very long, but it was extremely thick, almost fat. The tip already looked moist and I quickly flicked it with the tip of my tongue. It responded, jumping an inch or so into the air. Then I opened my lips, and looking up at him, staring at that flashlight, I brought my head forward slowly so his penis slid into my mouth without actually touching my lips. Then I let my eyes drop and I shut my mouth around his fat cock. The flashlight dropped to the floor, but immediately another guy picked it up so everyone could see clearly what I was doing.
The usher just stood there, balancing on the heels of his shoes, the gold buttons on his red jacket sparkling in the glare of the flashlight, being given a blow job by a young woman with mud on her knees and a lot of semen in her belly.
I sucked him harder than I ever thought I could, to the point where I think it actually hurt him. I wanted to open his pants and lick his balls and stick my finger up his ass, but it would have taken too much time and I knew he was ready to explode from the first moment his penis touched my tongue.
I held the base of his cock in my fingers, pulling it to my lips, and then swirling my tongue around and around over the enormous tip until I heard the crowd on onlookers cheering. I knew the guy was coming. Sure enough, his cock shook and he shoved it as far into my mouth as it would go, and the hottest cum I've ever tasted fined my mouth. I swallowed, pressing as close against him as possible, as the flashlight struck the right side of my face. One man yelled as he saw some of the usher's cum dripping down the side of my chin, and another suddenly thrust his cock against the back of my neck and I felt his semen run down.
I almost passed out then and there. Someone was rubbing my pussy from underneath me, but I didn't know who it was, nor did I care to find out. I'm sure there were others that wanted the same done to them, but I was weak now, and I had had enough – I had to get out. The usher stood there with his limp cock hanging from the front of his uniform as I got to my feet. He steadied me and told the others to go back to their seats. I don't think anyone had. We were all concentrating on what I had been doing.
I walked up the aisle as a few men whistled and called me names, but I didn't listen to them. The usher took my hand – he stuffed his cock into his pants with his other hand – and led me to the lobby.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked me in a concerned tone.
"Yes," I said walking to the door. I was so ashamed, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't look him in the face.
I left the theatre. It was raining again and I walked in it, getting soaked to the skin, but it felt good, as if the rain were cleansing me. I could still feel the man's semen on my back and I could taste cum in my mouth. I wanted to get home and wash and sleep.
I entered the dorm through the back entrance and quietly made my way down the hall to my room. As soon as I entered the dark room, my phone rang. It was Greg. He begged me to come right over to his apartment. I showered and changed clothes and ran all the way, across the campus and down two side streets, to his apartment.
He stood in the doorway with his arms open to me. I fell into them and he shut the door and we stood there for a long time, just holding each other.
"Maggie, I sat in the car and cried. I do love you, you must believe that. I need you too – if only you could understand. I'm… I'm just afraid…"
I couldn't stand to hear it, not after what I had done. "Greg, please don't say anything. I didn't mean the things I said and I don't want to talk. Just hold me, love me," I whispered over his shoulder.
To my absolute and delightful surprise he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and set me gently on the bed. Then he took off his clothes.
I lay there in shock, watching him as he dropped his pants, then pulled his socks off, then his undershirt. And finally, directly in front of me, his jockey shorts. His cock was beautiful. I stared at it in the dark room as if it was some work of art or some surprise in my life. An hour ago I had been sucking on every penis in Albuquerque, and now I was looking at one as if it was the very first time I had seen one. I thought it was the most perfectly shaped cock I had ever seen.
Greg sat down on the bed next to me and began to take off my clothes. I wanted to help, but he wouldn't let me. He unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my skirt from my body. Then he reached under me and opened my bra and pulled it from me, and then my panties.
He looked at my body for a few seconds and then said, "You're beautiful, Maggie."
I felt tears beginning to fall down my cheeks as he took me into his arms. His cock grew against my pussy and became erect almost immediately. We kissed for a long time.
"Maggie, let's just hold each other all night, tightly… I don't want to fuck," he said, which was exactly what I had wanted to hear. I wasn't ready to put up a fight about intercourse and I was happily amazed at his request. So we hugged each other and fell asleep, naked and very much in love.
The next morning I awakened before him and saw that his penis was limp, lying against my leg. I reached down and took it in my fingers. It was soft and warm and I cupped it gently in my palm.
Then I noticed dried white spots on my pussy hairs, on my belly. At first I thought Greg had fucked me in the night, but I realized that was absurd. He had had a wet dream and had come all over me. I remember thinking only that I wished that it could have been in my mouth.
But we were naked, together, and we were going to have sex with each other now. I was very happy.