Greg finally woke up, kissed me, and together we had breakfast and went for a long walk in the crisp morning air. As we were walking, he began telling me how he felt about sex.
"You know, Maggie, there are so many things to do in bed instead of straight fucking. I mean, that's all some people do – just jump on, bang, bang, all done. God, what they're missing."
"Yes," I said, knowing very well what they were missing. "I'm not too turned on to the idea of intercourse."
"I know about what happened. That you were raped. Billy told me. God, what a thing to have to go through!" Greg said, concerned.
"I'm over it. That may have stopped my interest in intercourse, but it sure didn't curb my sex drive. I'd like to make love to you, Greg."
"I'd love it," he said, smiling. We turned and went back to the apartment.
I was very happy Billy's best friend turned out to be a guy who didn't like to fuck. He honestly didn't. It was something he didn't want to talk about and I respected his wish. I was very happy in our oral relationship, which was just beginning.
We hurried to the apartment. Greg's penis was hard before we got there. I was excited just thinking about putting his cock in my mouth. I couldn't wait.
Greg locked the door and took me in his arms, kissing me hard on the lips. I moved my body down his until I was kneeling in front of him. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, and then he removed it. He was breathing hard in anticipation.
I opened his belt buckle and then the top of his pants. I took the zipper in my teeth and drew it down very slowly, just to excite him more. His bulging shorts pressed out of his pants and I fitted my lips to the tip of his standing penis beneath the white material. I blew warm air through the undershorts till he moaned.
Then I pulled his pants down to his ankles and pressed my head against his naked legs. His cock was trembling under his shorts as I licked at the white lump with my tongue. Then I wrapped my mouth around his cock, still covered by the shorts, and bit slightly into the thickness.
Greg's hands touched my head gently. I stopped and looked up and saw an excited smile on his face. Then he stepped out of his pants and spread his legs wide, planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor.
I covered his undershorts with kisses, over the shaft of his penis begging for release, down under the fullness of the balls filling with sperm, over the cushioned spots which covered his nest of pubic hair. Greg was going crazy watching me, feeling me. His cock throbbed desperately.
I then took the elastic band of his shorts in my teeth and pulled them down to his knees. My fingers dug into his buttocks as his huge cock jumped up and hit the side of my face. Greg stepped out of his shorts.
I pulled my head away, reached out and took hold of the palpitating shaft between the palms of both hands and began to rub it back and forth, slowly, enticingly. Greg's breath whistled out in gasps between his tightly clenched teeth at the excruciating pleasure I was causing in his loins. I cupped and stroked his balls, and lightly fingered his tight anal entrance with my index finger.
I quickly jumped up and stripped my clothing off. Greg watched me as if mesmerized as I slid my little panties down and off my slender legs, exposing the hairy-fringed pinkness of my young cunt to his gaze.
Greg moved down to the floor and lay back with his legs spread wide. His penis stood up hard and tall, along his belly. I positioned myself on all fours between his hairy legs and began stroking and caressing his aching cock so that he thrust and twisted his hips harshly against the soft carpet.
My breasts were swollen, large and ripe, and swayed under my body, brushing his inner thighs. Greg's hand found my nipples and played with them, squeezing them till they hurt.
I stared at the semen-slick, reddish head of his penis – fascinated by its hugeness, by its perfect shape, by its quivering movements. Then I let my head drop as I fitted my warm lips over the head of the gigantic shaft, my tongue probing the little opening in the end, drinking away small drops of lubrication that appeared.
Greg brought his hands up and caught them in my hair as he lifted his loins upward to sink his cock deep into my warm mouth. I opened my lips wide to accept the full length of his trembling penis.
"Maggie, Maggie, suck me hard!" Greg said, stretching his arms out on the floor beside him. His eyes were closed and it seemed as if he was in another world.
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.
I felt drops of hot cream hit my stomach, my legs, my pussy hairs. Greg moaned in pleasure and stopped beating his cock as the cum poured over the lower half of my body. I spread my legs when I felt the thick liquid hit my pussy, and I licked his asshole as fast as I could.
Finally, Greg released his grip on his cock and pulled his ass from my face. He knelt there for a minute, catching his breath, as I pulled my legs together. Then he fell to the floor next to me, still in a sixty-nine position, and we cradled each other's bodies in our arms as we fell asleep.
I was falling asleep with Greg's penis resting on my neck – Greg, the same Greg Billy had brought home for Christmas, the boy of my dreams. Those dreams had come true.
I only questioned Greg about his experiences – sexual experiences – once. We had finished supper in a small restaurant, a few days after our first night together, and were talking quietly, honestly.
"Have you had sexual relationships often?" I asked.
"How do you mean? Fucking?"
"Well, yes, or anything…"
"Maggie, listen, there isn't much to say about it. Yes, I had intercourse when I was in high school. I was raped, actually, by this big broad." He stopped.
"Yes, go on," I urged.
"There's nothing to go on about. I balled a few other times, but there never was any real satisfaction in it for me. I really liked jerking myself off better, or getting a blow job, but they were hard to come by in high school," he said with a smile, remembering.
"I really don't care for fucking, honestly," I said. And he believed me. I knew he believed me.
"Neither do I," he added. And I believed him.
You see, since I didn't want to have intercourse and didn't like it, I didn't think it so unusual that he felt the same way.
It seemed we were made for each other. We got along like good pals, we enjoyed each other, we laughed together and cried together. We ate together and slept together and had sex together. After about three months I realized I was practically living at Greg's apartment, so I decided to do just that – live with him.
Greg borrowed a pickup truck, much like Dad's back on the farm, and we piled all of my books and records and clothes and cartons of junk into it and hauled everything to Greg's place, where I realized something had to go. There was no room in the small apartment for us! We even wanted a dog, but it would have been unfair to the animal. Heck, he would have had to sleep in the sink.
About that time we found out that Billy had been hired by a large corporation in Chicago and now was living there. We called him often, just to say hello and see how he was. After all, he was my big brother, and I felt the need to "report in" and let him know that I was happy. And Billy was overjoyed when he heard Greg and I were living together. Once when Greg wasn't home, I called Billy myself and told him about my sexual relationship with Greg, which amazed him, but he was happy that things worked out for me.
I remember saying, "It's too good to be true!"
"Careful, Mag," he warned. "Nothing is that good!" But I didn't listen. My head was in the clouds. I was Greg's woman now and I loved every moment of it.