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 OES-117

Maggie's Moist Mouth

by Jed Cleland



Chapter 1

Hi. My name is Maggie and I love to suck cock. That is about as
honest and blunt as I can be. Really, I hope that doesn't turn
you off, because I've been wanting to tell my story for a long
time now, and since I'm finally sitting here picking away at my
typewriter, I want you to like me and enjoy my story. It's all
true.

I could go on and on telling you how I was born and all that
biological crap, but it would just bore you. Later, I'll get to
it. Right now, I want to tell you what's on my mind. Last night,
the thing that happened last night!

You see, I live in this apartment house in Hollywood, one of the
"swinging singles" places where all the apartments surround the
big swimming pool and everyone knows everyone else's business.
Anyway, I happened to be sitting out by the pool last evening,
reading a bit, but mostly relaxing and dreaming, when it suddenly
came to me that I was being watched.

I had never seen him before. He was sitting on the opposite edge
of the pool, staring, really staring at me. I know guys always
look at me, because I'm damned attractive, but usually they turn
away when they realize I've caught them staring. Not this one.
His eyes were glued to me. All of me.

I brushed my hair from my face and let my hand slowly descend my
neck till it reached my breasts. I stopped my fingers there, in
the crevice between them, above the white material of my bikini
top. He smiled and continued to stare.

I felt the usual feeling coming over me: I wanted him to stand
up. I wanted to pull his swimming trunks down and take his cock
in my lips and suck him off right there next to the pool. It's a
compulsion. It's what I do best in life. It's my thing, as they
say.

I took a good look at the guy as his eyes focused on mine. He was
handsome, dark and tan, with huge eyes and a light, almost
childlike smile. But that was the only childlike thing about him.
He certainly had a good body and when he stood up I saw the huge
bulge in the front of his trunks.

I'm pretty good at sizing guys up right away, not that it makes
any difference, really. I like cocks, any size and shape, just so
they're in my mouth where I can do nice things to them. I knew I
would have this guy, knew I had to have him.

He stood up and stared directly at my legs. I spread them open a
bit and set my book directly over my pubic area, teasingly. The
guy didn't move, didn't blink. He brought his eyes back to my
face and I licked my tongue around my lips. I could see his bulge
getting even larger.

My pussy was getting warm as my blood rushed through my body. I
was aware of nothing but desire then, and I think he sensed it
somehow. He walked toward me, slowly, still looking directly into
my eyes. I just stared at the tight trunks he was wearing, as if
they had mesmerized me into some state of sexual hypnosis. He
stopped only inches from my chair and I couldn't pull my eyes
from the place where his hairy legs came together.

"Hi," he said, almost in a whisper.

I turned my head up and smiled. "Hi yourself," I said.

"Live here?" he asked, still standing above me. His crotch was
just inches from my face.

"Yes. Do you? I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm just visiting my pal from college. He lives in 3-A."

I immediately wondered if his friend in 3-A had told him about
me. I had done nearly every good-looking and available guy in the
building, but I couldn't remember who exactly lived in 3-A.

"Sit down," I told him. He did so, crossing his legs on the
cement in front of my chair. "I wonder if I know your friend?
What's his name?"

"Oh, he only moved in here a few days ago. I doubt that you'd
know him. Name's Tom Lingon."

I didn't know him, but I made up my mind at that moment that I
was certainly going to get to know him. New man in the building?
I'm the welcome wagon!

I can't remember another thing we talked about. Honestly, it just
seemed so unimportant, so trivial, such a waste of time. We were
discussing something dumb when I asked him if I could suck his
cock.

"What?"

"You heard me. Can I suck your cock?"

"Wow. I mean wow!" He was speechless for a few moments while he
grooved on what I had said, but I didn't want him to just think
about it, I wanted him to experience it!

"Please, I'd love to suck you off. You look like you'd be up to
shooting a good load in my mouth." I thought I had stunned him
because he looked like he was going to turn purple and fall in
the pool.

"No one has ever said anything like that to me in my life!" he
babbled.

"Well, I just did, and I meant it!" I said, standing up. I
smiled, one of my really sensual smiles, and I don't mean to say
it was forced. I wanted him more than anything in the world at
that moment and my tits were hard inside my bikini top, hard as
rocks. They always get hard when I'm excited.

He stopped talking. I reached out my hand and led him across the
patio to my apartment door. We were inside in a flash and I
locked the door.

The poor guy hardly knew what hit him! I mean, here this guy
gives me an interested look and in a moment he's being dragged
into a strange apartment by a girl with a leer on her face! I do
get carried away, but I understand myself. I wonder what that guy
was thinking at the time? He probably was wondering what the hell
was happening. He just stood there, not knowing what to do next.

Only the light near the couch was on, and I didn't bother turning
it off, you have to understand. I wasn't thinking about romance
or wanting to do a whole scene where it's great to see
everything. I just wanted to do him.

I stood in front of him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He
brought his hands up and touched my back gently, as if he were a
bit afraid. I whispered for him to undo my top and he did and it
dropped to the floor. He looked down at my tits. I held my
shoulders back, which made the nipples stand out straight, and
pressed against his hairy, naked chest. He groaned and I felt the
bulge in his trunks pushing at my thighs.

"You've got beautiful breasts," he said, holding me to him.

"You've got a hard cock," I returned, pressing my lower half as
tightly to him as I could. We kissed a few times and I felt his
hands pulling my bikini off my buttocks. I stepped back and the
little roll of material fell to my feet as I stepped out of them.
I stood naked and proud before him and he stepped back to observe
me closely. I could tell he liked what he saw.

Then it was my turn. In one fast swoop, I pulled his trunks from
his body. His cock sprang out and stood up in front of him,
bobbing up and down. I was right, it was long-I guessed at least
eight inches-and very fat. The head was rounded and
thick-reminded me of a fresh mushroom I saw at the Ranch Market
just the other day-and his balls hung low between his legs,
swinging there as his penis bounced.

I brought my fingertips to the head and touched it lightly. He
loved it. His legs parted and his eyes closed and a moan came
from somewhere deep within his throat. I fell to my knees and
held the huge thing in both hands.

"Listen, you don't have to, we can fuck if-"

I had heard it so many times. I just said simply, "Don't think,
just relax. I don't like fucking. I want to give you pleasure,
and this is the best way I can do it."

He looked down at me, happy but a bit shocked at my honest
remarks.

"Baby," I said, still holding his cock between the palms of my
hands, "You have a beautiful cock and I'm dying for you to come
in my mouth! Please!"

I thought he was going to cry! He looked as if he had just won a
million dollars. He nodded his head and closed his eyes and
waited.

I brought the tip of it to my lips and kissed it. Already there
was a tiny drop of semen on the end, and I licked it off and
swirled it around my lips. I took the head in my mouth, slowly
sliding it along my tongue, until it touched the back of my
throat. I bit slightly with my teeth and felt his entire body
shiver.

He spread his legs as wide as he could and I brought my hands
around the back of his buttocks and started rubbing the hair
between them. He was on fire by that time and so was I-my pussy
was burning-I had to manipulate myself now, and so I brought one
hand down to find my hard clitoris.

The pleasure was incredible. I started moving my head back and
forth, using hard sucking movements on his long shaft, as I held
tightly to his expanding balls, while my other hand nearly drove
me out of my own mind with excitement.

He was watching as closely as he could. I looked up to see him
looking at his cock sliding in and out of my expert lips. He
touched my head with his hands and then brought his fingers down
along his groin, till they wrapped around the bottom of his
penis, where my mouth met his pubic hair every few seconds.

His fingers touched my lips, which were around the thick base of
his cock, and forced them open so he could feel the fingers in
there with his organ: fingers and cock, being sucked, licked,
tickled with my tongue. He grooved on it all, my lips, my saliva,
my face, his balls. His hands ran over his body, over my face,
down under my chin. He was in ecstasy and I was nearing my
climax.

I began sucking as hard as I could, pulling on his cock, drawing
the full length of it into my throat, and then almost completely
out till only the mushroom head stayed locked in my lips, and
back in again. He had his right hand wrapped around the base of
his organ, so each time I pressed forward my lips touched his
fingers. His left hand was pulling my hair.

The pain of his manly grip on my hair, the feel of his huge hard
cock violating my mouth, the sound of pleasure pouring from his
lips in short gasps, the incredible glow on his face, and my hand
working my little bud into a frenzy all drove me to the point
where I could not hold back any longer. My hand felt the juices
beginning to pour, and soon my legs were wet with the warm liquid
of my orgasm.

I worked harder and harder until I heard him shout and felt him
release the grasp on my hair. I grabbed his balls and squeezed
them tightly as I felt them shake and jump in their sack. He
came. He rammed his penis down my throat and held my head there,
against his wet pubic hair, as the jets of cum poured from the
end of his cock and floated down my throat without my even having
to swallow.

I stayed there, even though he released his grip on my head, till
the last of his white liquid had poured from the tip of his cock.
He kept his balance, though I knew he was dizzy, until I released
his balls from my hand and pulled my head from his cock. It fell
from my lips and hung, half-limp already, against his leg. Then
he fell to the floor and rolled onto his back, lying in front of
me with his legs stretched.

I remember he just lay there moaning how great it had been, how
fantastic, how he couldn't believe it. I believed him. Really, it
had been great. His cock was so well-shaped, curved at just the
right point to enter my throat, and the skin was so smooth and
light. I'm hung-up on cocks, I guess. Well, I could think of a
lot worse things to be hung-up on.

And so he stayed there, on the floor, for what seemed like hours,
while I played with his soft cock. It was fascinating. Here was
six inches of soft, gentle cock just resting there between his
legs, and I took every advantage of it.

I kissed it and nibbled on it. He spread his legs and brought his
hands up under his head to form a pillow for himself. He loved
every minute of it! And so did I! I flicked it with my tongue and
took it into my mouth. How different it felt! It amazed me how
something so rubbery and gentle could grow into something so hard
and powerful. I buried it in my mouth and licked the hairs at its
base while I swirled it around with my tongue.

I let it slip out of my lips and I licked his balls, sliding my
tongue over them till they were wet and slippery. Then I sucked
them into my mouth at the same time. I love doing that, but it's
hard to do, since the scrotum usually tightens when a guy's
excited. But once in a while I'm lucky. Here he was, one of the
few unusual ones. His balls hung inches from the base of his cock
and I could get every bit of them into my mouth.

He brought his hand down and took hold of his cock. I watched as
his tightened fingers began to slide up and down the organ as it
grew hard. One moment it had been hanging there and now it was
standing what seemed like feet above my face. I sucked hard at
his balls, moving my teeth and tongue over the hairy warm skin,
as I brought my little finger up to playfully rub the entrance to
his asshole. He was in heaven.

My concentration was on that huge thing above me and I kept
imagining what the eruption would be like. I dig sucking, and I
dig getting sucked and fingered sometimes, but I also dig
watching a guy shoot, especially if his cock is big and I can
catch the load in my mouth, or lick it up afterwards.

So I watched him, .watched his fist jerking his cock half off his
body, felt his ass bump on the floor and his balls swim in my
mouth. I thought, looking at that hand, how like my brother he
looked. I'll tell you about my brother later, but this guy's cock
looked incredibly like Billy's, the way it was shaped and the way
his hand ran up and down it, almost hurting himself just the way
Billy used to.

And he came the way Billy did, too. Like a man. I slammed my
fingers straight up my cunt as I saw the shot from the end of his
cock! It flew into the air and landed directly on my nose. Then
it kept coming and I closed my eyes, for fear it would land
there. I've had that happen before and I can tell you it burns!
But it didn't hit my eyes. Just my face, all of my face, and
after I knew it was finished, I released his throbbing balls and
rolled my face all over his thighs, over his cock, his hand, over
his balls. I licked and brushed it with my hair and I must have
looked a mess when I got up off the floor, but who the hell gave
a flying damn? I wasn't competing for any beauty contest. But I
sure was winning the cocksucking contest!

Just when he left, I don't remember. I was in heaven. I think we
stayed on the floor for hours. Anyway, he left very happy and I
crawled into bed and fell asleep. It was only nine, but it had
been a good night. And a tiring one, too.



Chapter 2

I feel better-more relaxed-now that I've told you about last
night. I was so excited by the incident, I just had to tell
someone, to get it off my chest, so to speak! And now I can
settle down and begin to tell you about myself, my life, and my
loves.

I will concern myself only with sexual matters because I don't
want to bore you; but when I really think about it, that's all
that interests me anyway-most of my life has revolved around
sexual matters. Sex has been the driving force in my life, it has
been my existence. And I think it will be my future also.

I should begin with Billy, my brother, who introduced me to the
world of sex. Later I can get to Greg-the guy who changed my
life. I'm over the hurt of that now. I think I can tell the story
with a good amount of objectivity.

I have a cigarette here burning next to me. A glass of Scotch is
handy to keep me cool. And I'm ready to let down my hair and talk
to you. So let's get going ...

When people-especially in Hollywood-ask where I'm from, I tell
them Milwaukee. Actually, the truth is I'm from a little dump
called Two Forks, which is in the heart of the farm lands of
Wisconsin, but Milwaukee sounds better.

Thus, Two Forks is where I was born and raised. On a farm just
outside the city. I'm the only girl in the family. I have a
brother four years older: I'm almost twenty-one, so Billy is
twenty-four. But I always think of him at the age of sixteen-for
a very special reason.

Billy was sixteen that day I first saw him playing with himself
in the barn. I can't remember much of anything regarding sex
until that time. Oh, I played with myself before that, and I
remember seeing Billy naked when we were little kids, but nothing
more than that. Being brought up on a farm taught me about sex
quite early for it wasn't possible to watch the horses and other
animals go through the act of intercourse and not know exactly
what they were doing.

But, even though that kind of freedom and education was there, my
parents were strict Catholics. Questions about sex were never
asked for fear of getting a mouthful of Fels Naptha soap, the
stuff Mom cleaned the floors with. She did it to Billy once when
he asked what "motherfucker" meant. I never attempted to ask a
question regarding sex after that.

Instead, I always asked Billy, or a few of my girlfriends at the
little country school we all went to. A few years later I
realized how uneducated I was in the matter of sex. At that time
I had nothing to go on but hearsay. Until that day in the barn.

Billy's birthday party was great fun. Any kind of party was fun
on the farm-we had acres of land and used it to play games and
ride the horses. Mother made the best apple cider in the Midwest
and all of us kids longed for it, especially since we were
allowed only to drink it on special occasions.

After the party was over, and the guests had all departed, Mother
asked me to carry two of the empty cider bottles to the storeroom
in the main barn. Normally that would have been Billy's job, but
no one had seen him since the last few guests left. We figured he
had gone for a walk with his dog, Corky. So I picked up the two
jugs and carried them toward the barn.

The side door of the main barn was open, which was unusual
because Dad had finished milking the cows almost an hour before
and he always kept the doors closed. I walked into the barn and
looked around. Seeing nothing unusual-I thought a stray animal
might have pushed the door open- I turned to leave. Just as I was
about to step out of the barn I heard Corky bark.

I turned, wondering where the sound had come from. Corky barked
again. This time I could tell the sound was coming from the far
side of the building, behind the huge threshing machine. I began
to walk toward it when I heard Billy telling Corky to be quiet.

I can't remember why I didn't call to him, or ask where he was
hiding. Perhaps I really knew something was going on-I sensed
Billy was doing something secret he would want to hide. So I
walked near the threshing machine very quietly and set the
bottles down on the floor.

Billy was behind a large partition that separated a corner of the
barn from the main area. It was a place where we stored bushel
baskets and scarecrows and such things. There was a bale of hay
on the floor. Billy was sitting on top of it. His pants were down
around his ankles.

I stopped dead, breathless-he couldn't see me-and stared at him.
I had seen him naked when we had been young and for some reason
had always thought his penis, the size it was then, would be the
same now. I never had any idea it could grow! And so I was
shocked when I saw what stood between his legs.

Let me tell you right here that Billy was beautiful-still is-in a
very masculine way. He may have been my brother, but I had always
been attracted to him. I would get excited at school when I would
overhear the other girls talking about him, how good-looking he
was, how they would give anything to have a date with him, how
they thought he looked like a movie star. I was proud that he was
my brother!

So you can imagine my shock when I stood there looking at my
handsome brother almost naked. His eyes were shut tight and the
intense expression on his face was almost frightening. His whole
body seemed to be concentrating on his hand which was running up
and down along the thing between his legs.

And what a thing! I can remember even now the tingle I felt
through my entire body as I watched him beat it up and down. It
filled his hand completely and the head was a dark color, darker
than the shaft or the fingers of his hand. Each time he drove his
hand up it, the huge sac between his legs lifted and fell. And
everything was surrounded by thick dark hair. I was mesmerized.

Looking back now, it couldn't have been but a minute before he
came. At the time it seemed like hours. He worked his hand up and
down the long organ as Corky sat in front of him watching. His
pants were in a clump around his feet and his underpants were
about thigh-high, and I thought they would rip because he kept
spreading his legs farther apart. The look on his face changed to
a big grin and his moans seemed to transform into light sighs.
Then it happened.

White liquid shot from the tip! I couldn't believe it at first-I
thought something terrible had happened. But I recovered quickly
as I watched the look of absolute pleasure come over Billy's face
as the liquid shot up onto his shirt and into the air. Corky
barked as some of the semen hit his nose, which sounds funny now,
but at the time seemed to add to the unbelievability of the
scene.

I thought it would never stop. It finally did, of course, but it
all seemed in slow motion before the final gush ran down his
hand. I watched as he leaned back and relaxed, bracing himself
with both hands. His cock flapped back against his stomach and
started getting soft. The head was still there! I thought it had
exploded. There was white thick liquid all down the long organ,
on the sac between his legs, and even on his undershorts.

Billy sat like that for a moment and then sat up straight and
looked down at his penis. He seemed quite happy. I didn't know if
it was because of his birthday party or because of what had just
taken place. I guessed it was the latter. And, of course, I was
right.

I was still standing there like a frozen statue when he stood up
and pulled his undershorts up and over the long-hanging organ. It
was after he began to buckle his belt that I realized I wasn't
supposed to be there and had better run fast or be caught. Of
course I didn't know then that Billy liked to have an audience
when he masturbated. But I was to learn it very soon.

I crept away, none too soon, and hid behind the threshing machine
till he and Corky had left the barn. Then I got up and returned
the bottles to the storeroom and made my way back to the house. I
can remember clearly that there was a strange feeling down
between my legs that night. I was excited. I don't think that
feeling has ever quite left me.

I was so amazed by the incident I fell asleep immediately that
night. But a week later, when I witnessed the same situation in
the barn, I couldn't fall asleep at all.

After supper, that particular evening, Billy said he and Corky
were going to walk down the road and back around the huge
cornfield. I asked to go along, but Billy said he wanted to be
alone-I think he said he had to memorize his Latin for class the
next day. So they left, but when they did I noticed something in
Billy's eyes that told me I should follow them and see just where
they would end up. Sure enough he made for the bale of hay, just
like the first time.

They had cut through the cornfield-not around it as Billy had
said-and gone directly into the main barn. I followed and entered
behind them. This time I was more cautious. I found a slit in the
boards of the partition that afforded me good protection from
Billy's gaze, and still gave me a perfect view of the action.

He pulled his pants to his feet and then lowered his underpants.
His organ was much smaller than I remembered it-I didn't know
then how it could change. He touched it with his hands, lifting
it, dropping it, rubbing it. Suddenly it seemed to lengthen-then
thicken. The tip grew into a smooth rounded bulb. The long stem
was wide now, like the other time, and Billy wrapped his right
hand around it. Immediately, he began to rub it up and down.
Corky lay there, content to watch his master. I stood there, not
content at all.

Something was burning inside me. I brought my hand down to my
pants and pressed there between my legs. The sensation was a good
one. I pressed harder, spreading my legs a bit. I could feel the
lips of my young pussy spread apart a bit and moistness was
evident because my fingers felt damp.

I watched Billy lay back on the bale, his right hand still on his
penis, so only his legs were visible with the big sac and the
long thing standing straight into the air. His hand worked up and
down in rapid strokes and I almost moaned out loud because I was
so excited.

I moved my legs again, rubbing the lips of my pussy together. My
whole body seemed to be filled with pleasure. I wanted to drop my
pants and touch myself, but I was afraid to. Billy was hidden
from view, but if anyone had walked in the main barn door they
would surely have seen me.

It happened again, only this time Billy's hand stopped it from
shooting into the air. Instead, it poured down his fingers.
Actually, it seemed to ooze from the head and run down his hand
over the moving sac between his legs, into a puddle on the bale,
where it quickly soaked in.

Again, I hid until Billy left the barn and then went back to the
house and tried to fall asleep. I couldn't, no matter what I
tried. Even warm milk wouldn't do the trick. My whole body seemed
to be jumping. It was the first time I was really aware of sexual
excitement, and it was only the beginning.

In the months that followed two things happened. I followed Billy
into the barn just about every time I could. Also, my body seemed
to be rapidly developing from that of a gawky girl into a young
woman. My breasts were beginning to grow, my pussy was beginning
to be covered with soft hair, and my thoughts were constantly on
this matter of sex.

The focus of my mind all the time was on my brother's penis. It
was all I knew about sex, it was my only knowledge of the male
body, but it showed me what kind of emotion the sight of it could
stir up in me. I wanted to touch it. For months I dreamed of one
thing: being able to stimulate Billy's cock as I knew r could
from studying his own manipulations on all these trips to the
barn.

I was soon to get my wish.



Chapter 3

One morning, about five months after that first momentous scene
in the barn, r was sitting in the swing hanging from the old oak
tree in our backyard when Billy entered the barn. It was normal
for him to go in the barn on a Saturday morning, helping Dad with
the chores, but by now I was really spying, so I noticed him give
a long hard look around before he entered, as if to insure
privacy.

He may not have seen me, or perhaps he did and thought I was so
engrossed in my reading that r didn't see him. He ducked into the
building. I knew what he was up to, even though he had always
gone into the barn at night, and I was surprised when he went in
there early Saturday morning with that look on his face.

I crept to the front door. Dad was far out in the field and
Mother had gone to market, So r knew, as I suppose Billy did, no
one was about to disturb us. I walked quietly across the floor to
the partition and took my usual place behind the thresher.

Billy was unbuckling his jeans quickly. As soon as they dropped
to his knees, I could see his penis hard inside his undershorts.
He pulled them down and took hold of his organ with his hand, as
usual. But then he stopped. He bent down and unfastened his boots
and sat on the bale and pulled them off. Immediately after that,
he kicked his jeans and undershorts off his legs, so he sat clad
only in his shirt and socks. He spread his legs wide and cupped
the sac between his legs with one hand while the other worked his
penis in the familiar up and down strokes.

I pressed my hand against my crotch, the way I always did while
watching him, and something deep inside me quivered and tingled.
My knees felt weak and I began to sweat. I tried to breathe
easily, fearing that Billy would hear me. But he was breathing so
heavily himself, I doubt if he could have heard anything.

I watched him in amazement, because this time he did something I
had never seen-nor dreamed possible-before. He fell back against
the bale, as he had done many times in the past, and spread his
legs wide. Usually he worked his penis with his right hand and
held onto the bale with his left, or rubbed it over his scrotum.

This time his left hand worked itself down to the crack of his
ass. He rubbed it, stroked it for a time, and then started
flicking his finger exactly at the opening. He was moaning and
every few seconds his legs jerked as pangs of pleasure shot
through his handsome body.

Then it seemed I was watching his finger and nothing else-my eyes
were glued to it. He moved the index finger to the opening of his
anus and slowly pried it open, teasing it gently. Then the finger
slid up his ass! It honestly slid all the way up there! I
couldn't believe it. I felt hot and wet between my legs and I
thought of his finger going up my ass and I nearly fainted there
in the barn.

Billy evidently loved the sensations the finger was causing
because he began to move his hand faster and faster as his head
rolled from side to side. In a minute, he lifted his legs into
the air and shoved his finger in as deep as he could get it to go
and then he spurted-the largest load I had ever seen pour from
him.

I was in a trance. I memorized the picture, at that moment, and
thought about it for weeks, months, years after that. I still
think about it. I t was quite a sight.

Billy left the barn as usual and went back to the small field
where he had been working. Later that afternoon, when I had
finished the book I had been reading, I strolled over to the
field and offered Billy some of the chocolate bar I was eating.
We sat on a tree stump and shared the candy and. talked. In the
middle of our conversation I said something that I shouldn't
have.

Billy said to me, "Darn, Maggie, I think I lost that fifty-cent
piece I had in my pocket. I can't find it."

And I replied, "Maybe you dropped it in the barn."

There was a prolonged silence. Billy's face flushed red for a
moment and he looked embarrassed. Even if I had not known what he
had been doing in the barn, he would have made me suspicious by
the look on his face.

"How ... how did you know I was in the barn?"

"I saw you go in. I was reading my book in the swing."

"Oh." Silence again. Then a phony explanation. "I needed some
tools so I came back to the main barn."

"I didn't see you leave with any," I said, which complicated
matters for him.

He stumbled over his words and said something about not finding
the tools he needed. I don't remember much more of the
conversation, but I knew from that moment on he was suspicious
and I was careless. I should have been extra careful when hiding
and watching him, but I wasn't. I think I secretly wanted to be
caught, because I certainly was longing to touch his penis the
way he did.

A few days later, after supper, Billy went to the barn with
Corky. I followed. Everything went well until Corky happened to
get up and walk around the partition just as I was sliding my
hand into my panties. The dog scared me-had been so intent on
Billy that I forgot to watch Corky- and I jumped and let out a
yell. Billy came around the partition in a matter of seconds, his
hard penis standing out in front of his jeans, which he had tried
to pull up without much success. He just stood there staring at
me while Corky kept barking. We didn't know what to say or do, we
were both so embarrassed.

Finally, I turned and ran out of the barn-heard him call me but I
didn't turn around-and across the yard to the house. I darted in
the door and locked myself in my room, shaking with fear. I
didn't want Billy to be mad at me, that was my first concern. We
had always been close friends and I didn't want to lose that. We
had always been in a kind of conspiracy against our parents, not
that we didn't love them, but rather as a reaction to their
strict moral code. We had little in the world other than one
another.

It was late that night when I heard the tap on my door. I sat up,
wondering where I was, for I had fallen asleep and had been
dreaming I was walking along a seashore someplace. I blinked my
eyes and realized I was lying on my bed and someone was tapping
lightly on my door.

"Maggie? Mag? Open up, it's Billy. I have to talk to you." I
recognized the voice immediately, but in it I recognized a
gentleness that told me maybe he wasn't mad at me for spying on
him. I quickly opened the door. He came into the room and locked
it again.

"Billy, I'm sorry ... " He stopped my words by placing his hand
on my lips.

"Maggie, listen, don't be sorry. I would have been doing the same
thing if it was you behind the partition. You've been watching
for some time, haven't you?"

I thought it best not to lie. "Yes," I said softly.

"Well, I don't know how to explain," Billy said, thinking I
needed to be told just exactly what it was he had been doing.

"Billy, I know what you were doing. I mean, I know what this is."
I thought I did, at least.

"What's it called?"

I pronounced it very slowly and clearly. "It's called
mas-tur-ba-tion." I was really proud of myself for having said it
so perfectly.

Billy smiled. "Right, little sister. It's just that
mas-tur-ba-tion is something a girl your age shouldn't even be
thinking about, much less watching. In fact I don't think I
should be doing it, but I get these urges!"

"I do too."

He stared at me, realizing maybe that I wasn't as little as he
thought. Hell, I thought to myself, hasn't he noticed my breasts?
Didn't he realize some of the girls he talked about dating were
girls in my class at school? I was always "little sister" and I
suddenly wanted that to change.

"What do you mean?" he asked, interested.

"Well," I continued, "sometimes I like to touch myself down
there, like you do, and it feels really good. I especially like
to do it when I watch you because that's when I'm really
excited."

"Maggie, you shouldn't!" He almost screamed at me and started
walking around the room. I think it was his
big-protective-brother image falling apart. He had to realize
that I was growing up as rapidly as he was and I was just as
sexual as any other person my age. Or maybe more.

Finally, I blurted it out. "Billy, damn it, I like watching you!
What else can I do, dream about it? I never even knew what a man
looked like till I saw you in the barn! How am I supposed to find
things out? I even want to touch it like you did!"

He stared at me in astonishment. I was a bit astonished that I
had said it, but it was true and I was glad I had finally said
it. It knocked him cold for a few moments, but it certainly
warmed him up inside. He sat on the bed and looked at me and
smiled. He was scared, I could tell that, but more than that he
seemed suddenly excited.

"You really want to touch it?" he asked timidly. "You wouldn't
tell Mother?"

What did he take me for, I wondered. "If I didn't tell Mother
about you in the barn, why would I tell her about it now?"

"That's true. Maggie, listen. This is all so amazing to me. I
mean, I didn't think you even knew about such things or cared
about them. I guess it's kinda nice that you do, `cause now we
can talk about it. Tom and I talk about it a lot, 'cause we're
both horny."

Tom was his best friend, a nice guy who lived about a mile from
us, on another farm. One day, a few weeks earlier, I had seen Tom
walk into the barn alone, and I immediately thought he was going
to do the same thing with himself that Billy had done, but he
emerged in a minute carrying a bushel basket.

"Can I touch it?" I asked simply.

"Now? Here?"

"You locked the door," I reminded him.

"Yeah, 'cause I thought Mother might come snooping or something.
I wasn't planning on taking off my pants in front of my little
sister."

I decided to grow up a lot for him in those few seconds. "Look,
Billy, I'm not 'little sister' any more. I'm a friend who wants
to play, have fun, learn things ... "

His laughter stopped me. He often has referred to that moment
sitting on my bed. I guess I must have looked pretty silly
sitting there demanding that he no longer be my brother, but
rather a teacher of sex and a playmate in sexual affairs.

But he listened to me. He never again called me "little sister"
in that context. He did become a friend who played with me,
taught me a lot of things, and had a lot of fun doing it.

"Okay, Maggie, you win," he said, opening his zipper. He opened
his belt and then his pants and pulled them to his knees. Then he
took my hand and placed it over the lump in his white shorts. I
was crazy with excitement as I felt it stir under my fingers.
Then he stood up and pulled his shorts down and his penis jumped
out, just inches from my face.

I stared at it, looked it over, touched it lightly with my
fingertips. The skin was soft, much to my surprise, and yet the
entire thing was rock-hard. I brought my little finger up to the
tip and rubbed along the little slit in the end, and then down
along the long shaft to his heavy balls below.

"I have big balls," he said quite honestly. I didn't know if they
were small or large, but I knew they felt nice in my hand. They
were covered by dark hairs and seemed to move by themselves as I
cupped my warm palm around them.

Billy stood there as his pants fell to his feet, and then he
spread his legs as much as he could so I could hold even tighter
to his balls. I was fascinated with everything I was touching.
When I held his balls, he made his penis move up and down in
front of my face.

"How do you do that?" I asked, amazed.

"Easy. Muscles," he replied, making it bob up and down again. I
grabbed it and giggled, thinking it was very funny.

I held tightly to it as Billy sat on the bed next to me. He let
me play with it for a long time, and I knew he was enjoying it,
because his organ stayed hard the entire time and every now and
then he would sigh or moan in pleasure.

He finally got so excited he couldn't stand it any longer. He
pulled my hand away.

"Don't," he said, "I'm going to come!"

"Yes, do, I want you to!" I said. He looked at me strangely.
"Really," I added.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," I said, grabbing his penis again. This time I tried to
do exactly what he had done, pulling my closed hand up and down
it, drawing the skin up and down, rubbing the head with my thumb.
I put my other hand under his balls and held them gently in my
hand feeling them move in their sac.

"Oh, Maggie, yes, that's nice," he said softly, watching what I
was doing very closely. His hips moved slightly, in rhythm with
my hand, and I could feel his entire body beginning to stiffen as
he neared his climax.

"Is it okay?" I asked, seeing the smile on his face.

"Yes, yes," he whispered, still watching my hand pumping on his
organ. "Maggie ... I'm going to come!"

As he said it, the white liquid poured out. My hand was suddenly
soaked with the warm sticky fluid I had seen so many times but
had never touched. I stopped moving my hand as he grabbed my arm.
He murmured something I couldn't understand as he watched the
cream gush from the end of his penis and run down my small
fingers, over his balls below.

"God, Maggie," he said, releasing my arm relaxing his whole body.
He fell back against the bed and stretched out, as if he had no
breath left. "That was wonderful."

I released his penis from my grip and wiped my hand with a tissue
until most of the liquid was off, and then I rubbed it against my
jeans till it was almost dry. His penis was still wet and
shining, and I wiped it with a tissue, but had a hard time
getting all the fluid off his heavy balls because they kept
slipping and I was afraid to press hard. Finally I just sat there
staring at his male equipment, thinking how beautiful he was.

"That really was great, you know," Billy said, looking up at me.
He winked and then pulled me down next to him and put his arm
around me. "I think little sister just grew up!"

"I think you're right," I answered. He rubbed his hands along my
body, playfully, not sexually, until he stopped at my thighs.

"You saw me, now it's my turn to see you," he said, resting his
hand on my leg.

"I'll bet you've been peeking into the bath room when I'm naked,"
I said.

"It's impossible. I tried," he admitted with a sly grin. "I do
want to see, though."

I felt embarrassed. "Oh, you don't really," I said, but it didn't
convince him.

"Please, Maggie?"

I relented and stood up and slipped my jeans off my body and then
pulled my panties down to my knees. He stared for so long that I
began to feel something was wrong with me, that I was deformed or
something. I didn't know what to do or say, just standing there
almost naked in the middle of the floor.

"God, Maggie you're really something!" he finally said, at the
same time grabbing his penis again. I was surprised to see that
it was growing hard and long again, and even more surprised to
see his hand beginning to move up and down it again.

"Maggie, take off your underpants," he ordered, quietly. I
obeyed, pulling them from my feet. Then I stood there with only
my shirt on, spreading my legs far apart so he could see my pussy
clearly.

"Do I have a nice pussy?" I asked. He nodded, as if he were in
some trance. No one said a word then-we just looked at each other
as we both grew excited.

Billy motioned for me to spread my legs even farther, but I
couldn't do that without falling over so I sat down on the chair
facing the bed and lifted my legs and planted my feet on the
front of the chair, so my pussy was facing him, open and very wet
now that I was so excited.

Billy sat up on the bed and faced me, spreading his legs wide
also. He had a tight grip on his penis and worked it faster and
faster, never for one moment taking his eyes off my pussy. When I
ran my fingers over the lips and the folds, I thought he was
going to fall off the bed.

Finally, I took each side of my pussy and spread it apart with my
fingertips. The sensation of pleasure rippled through my body,
and at the same time Billy fell to his knees in front of me and
once again the white liquid shot out of his organ onto the floor.

I thought it would never stop! I had no idea it could happen
again so soon, much less that it could happen again with so much
of the sticky substance still to come squirting out. A shudder of
excitement gripped my body as I watched him shoot, and knowing
that I had been the person that had caused him to get excited
again gave me a great deal of satisfaction. I think I felt closer
to my brother that night than any time in my life.

It happened just in the nick of time, for almost immediately
Mother was rapping at my door.

"Margaret? Why is this door locked?" her voice demanded as Billy
smirked, trying to pull his pants on. I threw the rug over the
puddle of semen on the floor and then pulled my bathrobe from the
closet.

"Billy's here, Mother. We're just talking," I lied, killing time.

"Well, open this door now. Billy shouldn't be keeping you up. He
should be in bed already himself." She rapped on the door again.
I heard my Dad call to her to come back to bed.

"Coming, Mother," Billy said, buckling his pants.

"Remember we're going to early Mass tomorrow morning!" Mother
shouted, walking down the hall.

Billy clicked the lock on the door and smiled at me and left
without a word. I fell on the bed and started to giggle. It all
seemed so wonderful to me, so utterly strange and amazing. I had
liked what had happened, and didn't feel the least bit ashamed of
it. I couldn't wait to do it again.

I can't remember all that happened between that day and the day I
had my first lesson in fellatio, but some of the incidents pop
into mind ...

One afternoon, Billy and I were walking home from school and he
said he had to pee, so he jumped over the nearby fence and went
up to a tree close to the road. I stood watching him. Perhaps it
was the power of suggestion, but I suddenly felt the urge to
urinate, so I climbed the fence and walked up to him just as he
was shaking the last few drops of liquid from his penis. He
looked at me, surprised.

"I have to go, too," I said. I walked farther into the woods, set
my schoolbooks down on the ground, and pulled my panties down and
off my body. I stooped down and spread my legs wide. The tips of
the grass tickled my pussy.

Billy was right behind me. As soon as I stooped to the grass he
called to me and asked me to stop. I looked up to see him pull
his pants down to his knees and take his penis in his hand. He
knelt in the grass, about four feet in front of me, and started
pulling on himself like he always did.

"Okay, Maggie, go ahead and pee," he said, watching intently.

I was unable to do so at first. The situation was so new, so
different, something I hadn't thought about. I knew Billy liked
to masturbate while looking at my open pussy, but I had never
thought of it opening to expel a trickle of urine while he played
with himself. But now it was happening and I was afraid I
couldn't do it.

Finally, it came. It spurted at first, but then a steady stream
poured onto the green grass below and the hairs on my pussy were
wet along with the tips of the grass touching it.

Billy made not a sound as he stared in a kind of perverse
delight. As my trickle of golden liquid began to stop, his
explosion of white liquid began. He bent forward, bracing his
body with his left hand, so none of the cream fell on his body or
clothing. I watched till he had finished and then wiped myself
with a leaf and stood up. Billy did the same. We left the little
woods-left two wet spots in the grass there-and continued walking
home from school.

We never spoke about that incident again till some years later,
when we would often recall the things we had done. We still do
that now when we see each other. But at the time we didn't need
to talk about it. We would experiment and that would be that. We
didn't need to explain, apologize, be worried, upset or angry. We
really understood each other and things worked out because of
that.

I remember another day when I asked Billy to put his finger up
his rear for me. He thought I was nuts at first, but then he
realized I must have seen him do it before. He did it for me, and
I watched closely, playing with my pussy the whole time, getting
very excited because of it.

After Billy reached orgasm with his finger up his anus, I asked
him to try putting it up mine. He tried to, but that's as far as
he got. It hurt too much. I loved when he rubbed it, just as I
loved when he rubbed my pussy, but trying to slide it up there
was too painful.

Another time I made Billy come just by holding his penis with
both of my hands. I squeezed tightly as he rubbed his fingertips
along the lips of my pussy and in a moment my hands were filled
with his semen.

Up until that time, we had only touched and experimented with
each other's genitals. My breasts had yet to be seen by my
brother, until one day in the barn. It was after supper when we
sneaked in there, and it was already quite dark out. We were
afraid to light a lantern, for fear Dad would see it and come out
to see what was going on. So we sat in the near darkness and
Billy removed his pants and I took off my skirt and panties.

We touched each other for a time, and then I began to work his
penis up and down. Suddenly I felt his hand slide up along my
stomach, under my blouse, until it reached my left breast. I
wasn't wearing a bra. I hardly ever wore one around the house,
under my sloppy shirts. I liked the freedom of it, even in those
days before Women's Liberation was ever heard of.

I stopped moving my hand because of the chill that raced through
my body. I could feel my nipple grow hard as he tweaked it in his
fingertips. I felt rigid, like a rock. I held my breath as his
hand moved to the other one, and cupped it gently. His penis grew
even larger in my hand.

"Like that?" he asked, almost whispering into my ear.

"Yes, it feels good," I said, grasping his organ with all my
might. "Press hard."

He did press hard and I sighed-the sensation was one I had never
before experienced. I quickly brought my other hand down between
my legs and rubbed my pussy, which only added to the sensation. I
tried my best to move my other hand on his penis, but I was too
excited to concentrate on it. So Billy took hold of it himself
and in less than a minute he came.

Now we had another thrill added to our list of many: playing with
my breasts. We did all sorts of crazy things with our bodies.
Billy would stand up and rub his penis against my breasts until
my nipples became hard and his penis began to get stiff, then he
would rub it between them until it came and the white creamy
liquid would run down my chest, over my stomach, and sometimes
all the way down to my pussy.

Another time Billy masturbated with just the tip of his penis
touching one of my hard nipples, as I held my hand under his
balls. He came on my nipple and it felt as if someone had just
poured hot molasses on it!

I remember too the day he let me put my finger up his ass. He
made me cut my fingernail before we tried it, and I'm glad I did,
because it was worth it. I wet my finger with my saliva and
slowly slid it up his warm anus. I was entranced with the idea of
having part of my body in his. I remember having all my fingers
jammed in my pussy as I did it. And Billy was so excited he
almost screamed at the top of his lungs-he told me so later.

In all this time, however, we had never once thought of anything
more than touching. The idea of kissing, sucking, fucking,
anything like that, was foreign to us, or at least to me. Then
one day I learned something big and that started me on the road
to where I am today ...

One day, in May, near the end of the school year, I was supposed
to be at my grandmother's house helping her with cleaning the
attic. I remember being in a terrible mood and I had decided that
I wouldn't go. I called Grandmother immediately after breakfast
and told her I wasn't feeling well and that Mom said she thought
I should wait a day to help her. So that was that. Only I didn't
tell Mother. I packed up some sandwiches, apples, and my favorite
books and headed for the hayloft-my sanctuary from the world.
Mother was planning to go shopping, and when she returned she
naturally thought I was at my grandmother's. I would have the
entire day to myself and my own dream world. Or so I thought.

I heard voices while I was reading. I looked out, of the little
window above the door to the main barn and saw Billy and his pal
Tom calling to Mother, who was in the garden.

"Have you seen Maggie?" Billy shouted to her.

"No, she's at Grandmother's! That's where you should be instead
of doing nothing around here," Mother called to him, waving her
hands in the air.

"Aw," Billy said, "I'll go tomorrow. Or the next day."

Mother shouted back. "That next day is Monday and you know you'll
be in school"

"All right, I'll go there later," Billy shouted back, turning
away from her. Mother just shook her head and continued working
on her planting ...

Tom followed Billy up the drive till they stood immediately
beneath my hidden perch. Billy looked around. I knew that
familiar look, but why was he doing it now that Tom was with him?
Before I had time to figure it out, they entered the barn and
closed the large door.

I listened closely. They walked across the floor to the
partition.

"Are you sure she won't come up here?" Tom asked.

"Who?" Billy said.

"Your Mom. Or your sister, what if she comes home?"

"She won't. Look, if you don't want to, that's all right ... "

Tom stopped him. "Hell, of course I want to. I'm as horny as
anything. I just wanted to be sure, that's all."

I heard the sound of familiar buckles and zippers, the sound of
shoes hitting the ground, the sound of pants being pulled from
their legs. "Who's first?" Billy asked.

"Doesn't matter. I will," Tom said, quickly. Then there was a
silence.

I had to see what was happening. I knew the floorboards of the
loft creaked, but I took my chances. I crawled over to the area
just above the partitioned section and brushed the hay away
enough to find a crack in the boards. I looked down and my eyes
must have bulged out of my head.

Tom was kneeling on the ground, his legs spread wide on the
floor. I could see his naked ass move back and forth from where I
was, but I couldn't see his face because it was buried in Billy's
lap!

Billy was sitting on the bale of hay, bracing his body with both
hands behind him, his legs wide on each side of his friend. His
penis was in Tom's mouth, or rather it was in and out of Tom's
mouth, because Tom's head was moving up and down on the long
organ, drawing it in and out of his lips. Billy was gasping, and
I immediately felt angry because he looked like he was enjoying
it more than anything he had ever done with me.

I was jealous, but more than that I was fascinated. I had never
seen anything like it, nor had I even thought about anything like
it. I suddenly thought to myself, why hadn't I thought of that?
Billy looked like he was in ecstasy as the other boy's head slid
up and down his hard penis. I wondered immediately what it felt
like inside his mouth, what it tasted like, how far it could do
down his throat, how did he keep from biting it and hurting
Billy? My mind was a jumble, so much so that when Billy gave a
short cry and took hold of Tom's hair, I didn't even realize he
had reached orgasm.

It was minutes later, then Tom lifted his head from Billy's groin
and said, "Wow, did you come a load!" that I realized what had
actually happened.

But what had Tom done with it? He hadn't spat anything from his
mouth. And he was speaking. Could he have swallowed it? I
couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it, and yet I was dying, at
that moment, to do the same myself. It was the first pang of
desire to perform fellatio that I had ever had in my life. It has
never left me.

As if to excite me even further, Billy then did the same thing to
his friend. Tom remained, standing as Billy knelt and took the
boy's slender penis into his mouth and began the same kind of
movements as Tom had executed. I watched intently-learning how-as
Billy sucked gently but firmly on the boy's organ. Tom had his
hands on his hips and Billy was playing with the boy's balls at
the same time. I had my hand stuffed in my pussy and it was
wetter than ever.

Tom shouted, like Billy had, and grasped my brother's hair as he
filled Billy's mouth with his semen. Billy choked at first,
because the boy thrust his penis deep in his mouth, but then he
stopped and he held Tom's ass tightly until the boy's orgasm was
over. Then they both collapsed to the ground and sat there while
their organs softened.

"Christ, that just makes me hot to fuck a girl," Tom said.

"Yeah, one of these days. I wonder if it's as great as they say
it is?" Billy asked.

"I'm sure it is! A blow job turned out to be better than we
thought it would, didn't it? Same has to happen with fucking."

I was going wild up in the rafters. I wanted to jump down and
take both their penises in my mouth and then have them both fuck
me, too. I knew I had to keep quiet and it was killing me.

Tom started hitching up his pants. "You think your sister would
ever let me watch when she jacks you off?"

You bet I would, I thought to myself.

"No," Billy said, "I don't think so."

"Damn. She's really pretty. I'd love to see her doing that to
you. I'd love to have any girl do that to me!"

That's all I remember them saying. They got their clothing
straightened out and left the barn. Mom started yelling and I
think Billy left for Grandmother's. I just sat there, thinking
about what I had just seen and heard. I moved my hands over my
body, over my hard nipples, down to my crotch, and I placed one
finger into my vaginal opening. The sensation was exciting, so I
put another finger in, and then another. I moved them around and
suddenly my whole body began to shake. I felt wet down there and
thought for a moment I was going to black out. The roof of the
barn tipped and the walls seemed to be falling in on me, but I
kept my fingers moving even though my senses were all running
together. I had experienced something-some feeling-that I had
never before felt. It troubled me, because I couldn't figure it
out. Why had I felt so wonderful for those few moments? Would I
ever feel it again? I lay there wondering that till I fell
asleep.

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.

Fellatio was our thing, cunnilingus was our thing, and we
practiced them almost every day for the next months. It was one
of the happiest times of my life. But it ended in horror.



Chapter 4

The day-that horrible day-began as any other, and was actually
quite pleasant for the most part. Billy and I worked in the
fields during the morning, and then we drove into Milwaukee in
Dad's pickup truck and did some shopping and various errands. We
stopped at Marquette University so Billy could pick up some
information. He was planning on attending the university
full-time in the fall, and I knew I would miss him living at
home. But my fears that day all disappeared when we stopped for a
huge ice cream soda on the way back to Two Forks.

Driving back in the truck, Billy told me he had a date for the
evening. I can't remember what her name was, but Tom had
introduced him to this "new girl in town" just a few days before.
Billy seemed very excited about his upcoming date and I was
saddened by it-I was in an extremely sexual mood that afternoon,
and I would have given anything to spend a few minutes in the
barn with Billy, but I knew he wouldn't want to since all he was
thinking about was his date.

We arrived home in time for supper, but didn't eat much. Mother
yelled at us for spoiling our appetites, but we held true to the
story that we had been on an all-day fast. Billy kicked my leg
under the table. We could hardly keep straight faces.

After supper, Billy took a hot bath and shined his shoes and
spent almost an hour in front of the mirror. I didn't talk to him
much because I was depressed. I knew Mother and Dad were going to
a wedding reception and I would be home alone. They had invited
me to go along, but I hated those dumb affairs where everyone
stands around in a hot, crowded hall and makes noise. I decided
to stay home alone.

Billy left about seven o'clock-Dad let him use the pickup truck,
which I thought was a pretty terrible way to squire an important
date around-and my parents left shortly after that. Corky and I
sat on the front porch for a long time, watching the sun sink
into the fields. I felt as sexual then as I had that afternoon,
and I didn't know what to do about it. The act of intercourse had
been on my mind for the past week-I don't know why, but it had. I
thought of it often, dreamed of it, wondered what it would be
like, wondered what it would feel like.

I stood up, trying to get the thoughts out of my mind, and
started walking down the walk to the road. Corky stayed on the
porch, sleeping. I walked toward the orange glow in the sky to
the West, wishing Tom would drop over to visit Billy, wishing
that Tom would spend a few hours alone with me since Billy wasn't
there.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even see the car pass
me. I only realized that one had when I saw it turning around
about fifty feet ahead of me. I kept on walking, thinking nothing
of it, until it slowed down right next to me.

When I turned my head I was greeted by the smiling face of a man
I had never seen before, but immediately found attractive. I
think now it was love at first sight. My Prince Valiant had
appeared from out of the sky. I stopped walking and smiled.

The warning my mother had given many times in my youth
immediately flashed through my head-"Don't talk to strangers or
accept rides from them!" -and I immediately forgot about it. This
guy's smile was all I needed to get me in that car.

"Hi! Listen, is the Johnston farm around here somewhere?" he
asked in a pleasant masculine voice.

"Who?" I asked, thinking I hadn't heard him correctly.

"Johnston."

I had heard him correctly. "No," I said honestly, "I've never
heard of them."

He paused a moment, looking me up and down. "Well, I guess maybe
I got the wrong directions."

"Yes, maybe," I said, smiling back at him.

There was a strange feeling in the air and I sensed it. I was
fascinated by his good looks and his deep voice, not to mention
his big beautiful car. He didn't look rich, but he looked more
sophisticated than any of the boys I had known or had gone to
school with. He was older than my friends, older than Billy, but
he didn't seem like a father-type. I secretly-in that two minutes
on the road-wanted him to be my boyfriend.

"It's beginning to get dark," he said, leaning his head out of
the window of the automobile.

"Yes," I said, walking slowly closer to the car.

"Is there a motel anywhere nearby? I'm from Chicago and I don't
plan on spending any more time trying to find the Johnston farm."

I looked at the license plates on the car-Illinois. I thought
about a motel, knowing well there was one in Two Forks and
hundreds in Milwaukee, but I didn't tell him the truth.

"I don't think there's one for miles," I said, not really knowing
why. Perhaps I just wanted him to stay and talk to me for a few
minutes, to keep from getting too lonely. It is hard to look back
now and see it clearly.

He said something about resting for a few minutes and then
driving back to Illinois, which I thought sounded very natural.
And so I invited him to drive up to the house and have some
lemonade with me on the porch till he was rested. I almost asked
him if he wanted to spend the night in the barn, but then I
realized that was a silly idea. Billy had told me a dirty joke
once about the "farmer's daughter" and it passed through my mind
at that moment.

He agreed to stop up at the house with me, so I got in the car
with him and we drove the short distance to our house. I
volunteered all kinds of information.

"My parents went to a wedding and my older brother is out on a
date, so I'm kind of glad you came along. I don't like to be
alone." I got out of the car and he did the same.

Corky jumped up when he heard the car door slam and immediately
began barking. I told him to stop, but he didn't seem to like the
man, and so I put him in the house.

"Just wait here on the porch. I'll keep him in the house," I
said, dragging Corky past the screen door.

"Fine," he said, sitting in one of the chairs.

"My name's Margaret. But you can call me Maggie," I said from
inside the door.

"I'm Gene," he replied, smiling. I giggled and went to the
kitchen to get some lemonade.

I had no fears, and not too many ideas or hopes of anything
happening sexually between us. I knew that even if I thought it,
I wouldn't be able to go through with it. My only sexual contact
had been Billy, and I didn't know how to handle it with anyone
else. Even with Tom, I felt secure because Billy was present. Oh
yes, I had thought about being alone with Tom, but I knew if that
dream ever became reality, I wouldn't know how to handle myself.
I was scared to experiment without the help and guidance of my
brother.

I took the pitcher of lemonade from the icebox, grabbed two
plastic glasses and placed them on a tray, and then arranged a
few sugar cookies I had baked the day before on a plate and added
that to the tray. With the poise of a little hostess in my plain
yellow dress, I carried the food to the porch.

When I opened the door I couldn't help but look at Gene's crotch.
He was sitting with his legs wide spread in front of me and I
thought for a moment I saw a long bulge in his pants, just like
Billy had when his cock-I started calling the male organ a "cock"
because that's how Billy and Tom referred to it most of the
time-was hard.

Gene stood up and I had to take my eyes off his pants or I would
have dropped the entire tray into his lap. He helped me set it on
the little table between the chairs, and we both sipped lemonade
as we talked.

He asked me all kinds of questions about my family, our house, my
brother, my schooling. I don't remember being able to ask him
much of anything because he was talking so fast and questioning
me so rapidly. I know he told me he lived in an apartment in
Chicago and was looking for the Johnston farm because of a
business deal.

All through the conversation I kept looking down to his crotch to
see if it was really there. Sure enough, it was very evident, a
long thick bulge that showed along the leg of his pants.

I suddenly felt the desire to fellate him. I wanted to do to him
what I had become so good at, what I did to Billy every few days.
But I didn't know how to suggest it, or even to allude to it.

To my surprise, the subject of our talk suddenly turned to sex
and I had my opening. He asked me something about living on a
farm, away from so many people, how does a young girl gain sexual
release or find boyfriends? I told him I had a few boyfriends,
but I didn't play around much like some of the girls. I only did
a few things.

"What do you mean, a few things?"

I didn't know what to say. "Well, you know, not actually giving
up my virginity ... Other things." I didn't know what I was
talking about any longer.

"So you're a virgin?" he asked, amused.

I just nodded. "But I've had relations with boys. Two of them, as
a matter of fact." I wanted to sound so mature, so grown, so
attractive.

"You know something, I like you. I really do. I like girls your
age, they're so sweet and honest. Older women really seem dull in
comparison." He stared at me with his huge blue eyes. I melted.

"I like you too, really, I do," I said, perhaps a little too
strongly.

Gene reached over and touched my hand with his. I trembled as my
skin became prickly under my yellow dress. This was it, I told
myself, I had to let go or tell him to leave. I let go.

Shaking with fear, I stood up and moved close to him. He put his
arms up and I sat on his knee and immediately my face met his in
a long kiss. He moved my lips open with his hard tongue and
pressed it into my mouth. No one had ever done that to me in my
life, not even Billy or Tom, so it was a totally new thrill, one
that I liked a lot. Then I did the same to him, pushing my tongue
into his warm mouth as far as I could. His arms grasped me
tightly.

I could feel his hard organ under my thigh pressing up against my
flesh. He held me tight as he moved his body a bit to rub it even
harder against me. I broke from his lips and jumped up, brushing
my hair back from my eyes. He thought I was going to tell him to
leave-I could see it in his eyes. But I didn't do that, I wasn't
even thinking of anything like that. I wanted to do to him what I
would do to Billy if we had just" hugged and gotten excited.

I fell to my knees and started to open his zipper. He didn't let
me. He did it himself, like a madman, quickly pulling the zipper
down, unbuckling his pants, opening them. He slid his undershorts
down to his thighs and his huge penis popped out in front of my
face.

It was bigger than Billy's, so big I wondered if I could get it
in my mouth. I tried immediately, smashing my head to the stiff
organ, taking the purplish head in my wet lips and sliding down
until the tip rested in my throat.

Gene went wild. He began saying over and over, "I don't believe
it, I don't believe it!" I worked as hard and as well as I could,
taking his long thick cock in fast plunges, running my tongue
around the tip every time it came to my lips. I wanted to play
with his balls, but his pants were tight around his thighs and
covered them.

I worked expertly, driving him to near frenzy. Perhaps I
shouldn't have been so good, or so attractive, or whatever it was
that drove him to the point he reached. He was like an animal,
fucking my mouth now rather than allowing my lips to control the
act of fellatio. He began shouting and his arms banged against
the arms of the chair.

All of a sudden, he jumped up. His cock ripped from my lips and
bounced above me as he pulled his pants down to his knees. His
balls hung low between his legs and I immediately lifted my head
to take them in my lips, but he pulled away and would not let me.

He fell to the floor of the porch next to me and started kissing
me again, moving his hands to my breasts. His wet penis rubbed
against my leg as he rubbed my firm breasts. He tried to get to
them from the neck of my dress, but couldn't. Then, instead of
opening the buttons at the back, he just ripped my dress from the
neck down the front. I screamed. One of the prettiest pieces of
clothing I owned had just been ruined.

I knew then something terrible was going to happen. I held my
breath in fear for the first time in my life. I prayed for Billy
to come home, but no one came.

After he ripped my dress, he thrust his hand in under my bra and
took hold of my breast. He squeezed it and moaned in my ear as I
remained silent, too scared to protest, too confused to fight
him.

He moved his other hand up under my skirt to my burning pussy. I
had been excited all day and my panties were terribly wet now the
way they always got when I performed fellatio. His fingers drew
them down my body, over my buttocks, and off over my feet. He
spread my legs with both hands, releasing his pressure on my
breast, and then began to rub his hand along the sensitive lips
of my pussy.

I think it was at that moment that I realized what he was going
to do to me. He was going to fuck me and I didn't want him to. It
was all wrong-it was supposed to have been in a bed with someone
I really loved and cared about and it was to have been done only
after a long "going steady" period and a lot of touching and
feeling and kissing. But there we were, on the porch at night, a
total stranger and a young girl.

"Maggie! Oh, Maggie! I'm going to fuck you for the first time in
your life! I'm going to fuck you, you little bitch!" He wasn't
screaming, but rather talking low and intense, as if some
supernatural force had possessed him. Tears welled up in my eyes
and I began to cry as he positioned his large body over my
helpless one. I didn't want it to happen, I wouldn't let it
happen. I brought a knee up and smashed it in his stomach.

He doubled up and rolled next to me, swearing, as I sat up and
tried to get away. He was much faster than I, and he grabbed me
and knocked me to the floor. I don't know exactly what happened
after that. I remember struggling, trying to push him off me,
trying to scratch his face. But he pinned me to the floor and
held me there with his powerful hands.

I looked up to him and realized that the face I had thought was
so attractive now had turned to some kind of raving animal. He
reminded me of a dog I had seen when I was little-a dog with
rabies who had to be shot. I wanted to shoot the man above me,
the animal above me, and I heard Corky's barking as I felt the
huge penis pressing its head against the inside of my thighs.

I must have screamed, but I can't remember. I only know that
suddenly there was a pain in my body, through my entire body.
There may have also been a jolt of pleasure, but I don't remember
it. It was the ugliest moment of my life, the most painful and
disgraceful one. I passed out cold, I think not so much from the
horrible pain but from the desire to withdraw from the situation,
to block it out of my consciousness.

My parents found me on the porch. I was bruised and in a state of
shock, and they carried me into the house and called the country
doctor. I remember waking up and hearing someone saying something
about semen being on my yellow dress and how it was ruined. Then
my mother sat on the bed near me and pressed a cold compress to
my forehead. I asked for Billy.

I wanted to see Billy, for he was the only person in the world
who could comfort me, the only person who would understand. I
slept and wakened alternately while policemen talked to my
parents and the doctor kept taking my pulse. Finally, after what
seemed like days but was actually only hours, Billy walked into
the room.

I opened my eyes and looked up.

"Little sister, it's okay," he said gently, sitting down next to
me. We were alone in the room. I started to cry.

"Hey, come on now, it'll be all right, it's over. You just sleep
and never mind explaining it, they can all wait till tomorrow."
He tucked the covers in around me and gently brushed my hair from
my eyes. I watched him, content, feeling safe now, feeling
better. I was in safe, protective hands. Billy would never do
such a terrible thing to me as that man had done. No one would.
Ever.



Chapter 5

Of course, they never found the man who did it and Billy never
got his chance to beat the hell out of him, as he said he would.
I recovered, but the incident left me a cripple as far as sexual
intercourse was concerned. From that day on the thought of it was
repulsive-any mention of the word "fucking" brought that moment
back into my mind, that ugly, sick moment on the porch with that
ugly, sick man.

The incident also made me turn even more often to my brother for
sexual release. I needed to suck him every time I thought about
the horrible incident on the porch. I needed to fellate him every
time I became horny, for fear that I would start having
nightmares about the incident. I needed Billy's cock in my mouth
to satisfy me, to pacify me, to relieve my fears and
frustrations, and to make me happy.

The summer drifted by and soon school would be starting and Billy
would be moving away from home. I dreaded his going, and more
than I wanted him to stay, I wanted to go with him. I was very
excited about the prospects of living in a big city, away from
the farm, away from parents and strict morals.

The day before Billy was to leave for college, we packed a picnic
lunch and walked far into the woods behind our property and
spread our blanket and spent almost the entire day there
together. We stripped off all our clothes and ran through the
trees like carefree children.

We found a little stream and stepped into the cold spring water,
splashing around in it for a few minutes. On the other side of
the creek was a soft path of green thick grass, and we jumped
across the water and fell down there together.

"You know, watching you so beautifully naked today has made me
realize how good you look. You have a beautiful body. Better than
anyone I've ever seen," he said sincerely.

"Thanks. So do you."

He grinned. But his words stuck with me for a long time. I
decided then and there that someday when I could get away from
the farm, I would let my beautiful body work for me.

"Kiss me," I said, and he did, the way he always did, right
between my legs. He pressed his lips to my cunt lips and nibbled
softly, flicking my hairy mound with his tongue. I gently spread
my legs and let my body relax on the grass. The sun was shining
in my eyes and I closed them tightly.

Billy reached over to the water and dipped his fingers in the
cool stream, cupping some in his hand, and then poured the icy
water over my pussy. I moaned and immediately he replaced his
warm lips to my vaginal opening and made me hot again.

He started moving his tongue in and out of my pussy, sending
shivers of excitement through my body. I grabbed the grass and
pulled on it with my hands. His tongue was lashing against my
pussy lips, flicking inside me, touching my hard little clitoris,
causing me to feel wet and warm inside.

Then Billy lifted my legs and pushed them back so they rested
directly above my face. My buttocks were spread before him and he
held me in that position until I could feel the sun burning
against my tight anal entrance. I grabbed my feet with my hands,
so Billy could use his hands to pull my buttocks even farther
apart.

He touched his fingers near my anal opening and pulled to each
side. The tight lips parted a bit and he brought his mouth to the
nub, licking it warmly with his tongue. He licked up and down,
nibbled with his teeth at my fleshy buttocks, and poked at the
entrance with his tongue. Finally it entered me just a bit and I
felt another surge of excitement run through my body.

I dropped my legs to either side of Billy and again his tongue
fitted into my pussy. This time I worked my hands near his face,
pulling the lips apart for him, slowly slipping a few fingers
into my vaginal opening next to his tongue. The sensation of his
tongue running along my fingertips as well as my vaginal walls
was a marvelous one. He began licking my hand as I played with my
hot little clitoris. I knew I could come like that, but I wanted
to do it my favorite way this last time we would be together. I
wanted to masturbate myself as I fellated him.

I pulled my hand from my crotch and sat up, my legs spread on
both sides of my naked brother. He looked like a god there in the
afternoon sun. His cock was standing tall between his legs.

We got up and I led him back to the trees searching for one with
a branch just high enough for him to sit on so I could suck him
while standing. I found one and led him by his hand to the place
I wanted him to sit. Billy did so, smiling, his cock harder than
I had ever seen it.

Billy jumped up on the tree branch and made sure he was steady.
Then he spread his legs and let his balls hang so they touched
the branch.

I stood in front of him. My nipples were only inches from his
standing cock, as I stood between his legs. He took hold of his
penis in his right hand and brought the tip of it to my breast.
They rubbed together, and Billy pulled back on his cock a few
times to produce a small white pearl of cum at the tip. I, in
turn, held my breast and touched the nipple to the wetness on his
penis. The white drop sat on the tip of my hard nipple as I
looked down at it. I wanted to keep it there, hoping that it
would dry and stay there forever. I wanted Billy's semen all over
me.

He braced himself with both hands on the tree branch as I stood
between his legs and took his cock in both hands. He watched me
intently, begging me to take it into my mouth. I played with it
for a little while, drawing even more drops of semen to the tip.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to have it in my
mouth, so I slid my head down over the long hard shaft as quickly
as I could. I could immediately feel the rounded head deep in my
throat. Billy's penis had grown in the time since I had seen him
in the barn playing with himself. His cock was fatter now, longer
too, and his entire body was more muscular than it had been, and
he looked more mature.

I sucked his cock like I had never sucked it before. I sucked
with all the power still left in my almost breathless lungs,
nipping like a hungry pecking animal on the hard organ positioned
between my viselike teeth.

I touched his balls with my hands, rubbing them as they bloated
in their sac as his excitement grew. My parched lips pressed down
and gnawed their way into the thin ridge beneath the huge tip of
his penis.

Eagerly I took my mouth all the way off his penis. He held his
breath, waiting for me to sink my lips back over the head. It was
wet and shiny all over and my mouth was tingling from having
sucked so hard. I started flicking it with my tongue, on its
underside where it was the most sensitive, licking it from the
top to the nest of pubic hair at its base. Then I licked over the
sac, sucking on it, drawing both of his testicles into my mouth,
swirling them with my tongue.

I moved my head back up the shaft of the organ and stuck my
tongue out and fitted the tip into the little slit on the tip. I
used my teeth again, holding onto the big tip of the organ while
moving my tongue over the head, across the slit, then I quickly
opened my mouth and took the whole head and everything inside.

I was dizzy with excitement. I reached down and stuffed my
fingers into my pussy. I felt very wet as my fingers slid in
easily. Immediately I found my hard clitoris with my index finger
and began playing with it.

My mouth started moving faster and faster on Billy's familiar
cock until the head felt swollen and ready to burst in my mouth.

My tongue was working harder than any other part of my body,
squirming around the organ, over the tip, along the underside.
Pleasure was rippling through my body. I tickled my pussy hairs
with my fingers as the feeling raced through my entire body. My
knees felt weak and I thought I was going to fall to the ground
...

Billy held tight to the tree branch for fear I was going to push
him over backward with my thrusting head. I buried my face in his
lap and sucked till I was blue in the face. I knew he was on the
brink of orgasm and I wanted it to be the best he had ever
experienced.

I think it was. He let out sharp cry of pain and pleasure and I
felt his body stiffen and shiver as he held his breath.

The hot liquid gushed out of his penis and filled my mouth like
never before. There seemed to be twice as much cum as usual and
it felt like it was never going to stop. Spurt after spurt
squirted against the roof of my mouth and I swallowed many times
till I had all of it inside my stomach, where I wanted it to
remain forever.

Billy didn't moan, he didn't sigh, he didn't say a word after his
initial sharp scream. I think he was somewhere in the clouds when
it happened and he was beyond any normal reaction. When the last
gush came I thought he was going to fall off the limb. It seemed
as if he returned to reality and was winded, like he had just
crossed a desert on foot.

I kept his penis in my mouth for as long as I could, but my legs
were giving out, and I knew I needed to sit down and rest.
Finally, I pulled my head off his cock and fell to the ground,
almost underneath him, and sat with my legs up and spread apart,
on the ground, grass and a few dead leaves.

Billy looked down at me, smiling, catching his breath. The odd
thing at that point was the fact that his penis still remained
hard. It usually softened right away, sometimes even in my mouth.
But this time was different; this time it stood as erect and tall
as when I had begun sucking on it. Billy wrapped his hand around
it.

"Maggie, I want to cum again! I can, I know it!" he said, moving
his cock up and down.

I started to get up, ready and willing and anxious to suck on it
again so soon, but Billy stopped me.

"No Maggie, do it to yourself, what I like to watch ... "

I sat back down on the ground and fell back to the grass, looking
directly up to see his testicles hanging over the tree limb and
his hand pumping his huge cock above. I wanted to stay there, to
watch the white semen float in the air to my body, as I brought
myself to orgasm.

I played with my vagina, with my clitoris, with my anal opening,
all as I watched my brother masturbating above me. His legs were
swinging on the tree limb now and I moved my legs to allow my
fingers to better excite myself.

I still tasted his cum in my mouth and the thought of his huge
cock coming between my lips caused a sensation to pierce all my
thinking, my awareness, so that now I thought about nothing, only
felt what was happening. I was beginning to come. I felt the
wetness in my hands and rubbed my clitoris until I thought I was
going to faint.

Billy threw his legs stiffly into the air and before I knew it
white jets of liquid were falling to my face. I opened my lips.
Drops of cum fell to my lips, my cheek, my forehead. I closed my
lips, trying to lick the semen from my cheek, when another gush
fell onto the tip of my breast. I jammed my hands as far as they
would go into my pussy as the cum rolled down the inside of my
breast and down my slim belly.

Billy gasped as he jumped down from the branch, landing in a
kneeling position on top of me. His hard cock bobbed over my
breasts and I lifted my head to lick the remaining drops of cum
from its head. Then I fell back to the ground and held tightly to
Billy's thighs with both of my wet hands.

Billy finally bent over and kissed me on my cheek and then wiped
the semen from my forehead. In a few moments we got up and walked
back to the creek and washed ourselves.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in silence as we lay naked on
the blanket, looking up into the trees, seeing the sunlight
slowly sink into the distance. When dusk came, we dressed, ate
our last bits of cheese and homemade bread, and started back to
the farmhouse.

Billy and I were to be parted from that day on. Oh, we would be
together again many more times, and we would have sex together
many more times, but that walk back to the farmhouse was like a
walk out of a particular era, a particular and special time in
one's life. How young and untouched from the big world we were
then. I've often wished that time had never come to an end.



Chapter 6

I didn't get to see Billy till Christmas. Yes, he was just miles
away in Milwaukee, but it seems his schedule was so rough and I
was so busy with chores, school and Four-H that I didn't have
time to get to Milwaukee to visit him.

But Christmas was wonderful, as usual. More wonderful than most
times because Billy brought a friend home for the holidays-Greg.
They were roommates. Greg was the most beautiful hunk of manhood
I had ever laid eyes on and I was captivated on first sight: I
didn't make the mistake of "falling in love" at first sight, as I
had that night on the road, but rather I just let Greg's charm
grow on me till I found myself imagining sleeping nestled in his
arms. I was jealous that Billy got to spend most of his days and
nights with him.

Our Christmas Eve celebration was a happy one, with the family
gathered, including Grandmother and Grandfather, everyone giving
and receiving presents, the tree glowing in the corner of the
living room, the snow falling outside. Mother made a delicious
traditional meal and we all said prayers and then opened our
gifts.

I got many nice things, but the special present was a tiny gold
locket from Billy.

His picture was in there next to mine. I still wear it today.

Later that evening, we all piled into Dad's car and drove to the
little church and attended midnight mass. We got home at two in
the morning and sat around drinking hot cider and eating
Grandmother's delicious Christmas cookies and fruitcake. Finally,
after a long but beautiful day, I got up to go to bed and as I
crossed between the living room and hallway, I found myself
standing beneath the mistletoe. That's when Greg kissed me.

It was a harmless, friendly kiss, the most natural kiss in the
world-but to me it was proof of his love and faithfulness
forever. I walked into my bedroom stunned and fell asleep in a
matter of minutes.

A few days later, after Greg, Billy and I had gone ice skating on
our pond, we sat around the living room waiting for supper. Greg
told us about his parents-they had been divorced when he was
young, he had been raised by his mother, and now was alone. Then
he spoke of how this Christmas had meant so much to him because
he had never in his life had a real Christmas with a family.
Billy said that Greg was part of the family. I certainly didn't
think so. I wanted him to be part of me!

Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, I got up and
unlocked my door. Greg was sleeping with Billy, but Billy
promised to visit me as soon as Greg had fallen asleep.

I sat on my bed waiting, listening to the powerful cold wind
outside blowing across the prairie. In a few minutes Billy
entered my room and locked the door.

"I hoped you'd wait up. I was afraid you'd be asleep," Billy
said, sitting next to me on the bed.

I put my hand on his leg. "Greg sleeping?" I asked, reaching for
his crotch.

"Yes," he whispered, reaching inside my robe for my breasts. He
pulled one out, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. The robe
slipped down my shoulders and I sat naked to the waist in front
of him. I felt his cock rise and meet my searching hand.

Billy stood up and started pulling the bottoms of his pajamas
down. "You really like Greg, don't you?"

I didn't answer. I just grinned, watching him taking his clothing
off.

"I can tell you do," he said, holding his cock between his
fingers.

"Sure, I think he's really nice," I said, bringing my lips to
within inches from the tip of his penis. At the same time I
opened the belt on my robe and spread it. My pussy was exposed
now.

"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 7

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.

"I'll miss you too. You're ... well, you're special to me," I
said honestly.

"Really? Am I?"

"Yes, you are."

We stopped dead, looking into each other's eyes. I think we stood
there for five minutes, just looking at each other. It was the
first time we connected, the first time we really let our
feelings show. Greg pulled me into his arms.

"Can I kiss you, Maggie?"

"Yes," I whispered, thinking I could feel his cock in his pants
pressing against me.

He kissed me and chills ran up and down my spine. My crush turned
to love at that moment. I wanted to be in no one's arms but his
and I wanted his penis in my mouth, but I controlled myself and
made no sexual advance whatsoever. Neither did he.

"Maggie," he said, still holding me tight, "I graduate in
January. I've really been thinking of going on to graduate school
at the University of New Mexico."

My eyes lit up. I couldn't believe that in January we would be
together, in another town, far away from Two Forks. Suddenly the
prospect of being away on my own wasn't so frightening. Here was
the security I needed, as well as the emotional and physical
attraction. He told me he liked me very much and that he would
really be looking forward to getting to know me without the
pressures of family, school, the farm-everything that was
surrounding us.

I told him I liked him very much also and that I would be
counting the days till we could be together in Albuquerque. We
kissed again, hard and for a long time, just before we entered
the house. Billy looked at my eyes when we entered. I think he
knew.

The summer went quickly, I dated several boys but couldn't find
anyone to take my mind off Greg. We wrote to each other every few
days, and saw each other every few weeks. He was in summer
session with Billy and they were both very busy. I did nothing
all summer except help on the farm, prepare for college and
fellate the best-looking boys in the county.

I really was having a great time. Often three or four guys I knew
would come over and we'd say we were having a "picnic" in the
woods and that way Mother and Dad wouldn't question what we were
doing. I'm surprised that they never asked why I was the only
girl in a group of boys, but I guess they didn't notice.

I remember one afternoon I went for a walk with three of the guys
I knew from school. We got to the woods and played a game of
strip poker, which wasted a lot of time but was always a way to
get into it without feeling ashamed or embarrassed, and then when
we got down to our underwear things got pretty wild.

One kid had an enormous penis and I sucked him first while the
other two ran their hands all over my naked body. One of them
licked at my pussy as I sucked crazily on the big boy's huge
cock. When he came he pulled his cock to my lips and let it
dribble down my chin and over my cheeks so the other guys could
watch.

Then I fell to the ground and the guy who had just come began to
suck hard at my pussy, driving his long tongue way up me. The
other two guys took turns sticking their cocks into my mouth,
masturbating them as they pulled away, just over my face. I
grabbed their balls with both of my hands and let a finger or two
slide over their anal openings. Finally, just before they were
about to come, I tried putting my fingers up their asses, but
their buttocks were not spread enough and there was nothing to
lubricate my fingers with. I had been excited about
finger-fucking ever since I saw Billy slide his finger up his ass
in the barn. I liked to watch it done and enjoyed doing it myself
as well.

Both boys came, almost at the same time. Again, with both of them
trying to get their cocks in my mouth in a kneeling position, the
cum dribbled down my cheeks, over my ears, into my hair. I loved
every moment of it and between my legs the big boy was tasting
the bittersweet fluids of my feminine lust.

After that, we varied our positions, but all our action was oral.
No one tried fucking me, because they knew it was something I
couldn't put up with. Pleasure with my mouth was the only kind of
sexual gratification I could give, and having someone play with
or suck my pussy at the same time-or even my own hands playing
with myself-was the best kind of gratification I could receive.

By the end of summer I had performed fellatio on guys ranging
from the age of fourteen to twenty-seven, in cars, barns, fields,
forests, behind the schoolhouse, in my father's pickup truck and
even in the middle of Laker's Pond, a nearby swimming hole.

I left for New Mexico a very experienced girl.



Chapter 8

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 m 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 t