Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

"Greg, turn around," I said, pulling his hands from my breasts. I wanted to be in a sixty-nine position with Greg on top of me, so I could watch his bouncing balls and cock and spread asshole as he sucked at my pussy.

He got up and positioned himself over me, kneeling on either side of my torso, fitting his head perfectly between my legs. His cock was only half-hard, and it bounced against my breasts as he raised and lowered his hips.

I grabbed the tip of his penis with one hand and with the other I brushed his balls, which were only inches from my mouth, bringing my fingertips up to gently caress his spread anus. His cock grew hard and long in my hand and soon I was able to pump it as he slid his tongue in and out of my cunt.

In a matter of moments I reached the pinnacle of my climax. My entire body convulsed and I sucked Greg's balls into my lips to keep from screaming as his hot tongue slid in and out of my cunt. My entire being shook as the climax raced through my flesh – as my hot flowing liquids gushed down over Greg's lips into his gasping mouth, painting his face with a sheen of lust and heat.

He sucked until it was over, until the last drop was in his mouth, as I feverishly pulled on his organ and swirled his balls around in my mouth. Then, as soon as Greg pulled his face from my crotch, I let his balls pull from my lips as he knelt above me.

His hand replaced mine on his organ and he began to work it as fast as he could, looking down at my spread pussy in front of him. My hands were on his buttocks which were almost directly above my face, and I spread them so I could look at his anal opening. Then he brought his body down so the opening of his asshole rested directly on my lips. He sat on my face, gently, carefully, as his balls rested between my breasts. And immediately after that he came.

I felt drops of hot cream hit my stomach, my legs, my pussy hairs. Greg moaned in pleasure and stopped beating his cock as the cum poured over the lower half of my body. I spread my legs when I felt the thick liquid hit my pussy, and I licked his asshole as fast as I could.

Finally, Greg released his grip on his cock and pulled his ass from my face. He knelt there for a minute, catching his breath, as I pulled my legs together. Then he fell to the floor next to me, still in a sixty-nine position, and we cradled each other's bodies in our arms as we fell asleep.

I was falling asleep with Greg's penis resting on my neck – Greg, the same Greg Billy had brought home for Christmas, the boy of my dreams. Those dreams had come true.

I only questioned Greg about his experiences – sexual experiences – once. We had finished supper in a small restaurant, a few days after our first night together, and were talking quietly, honestly.

"Have you had sexual relationships often?" I asked.

"How do you mean? Fucking?"

"Well, yes, or anything…"

"Maggie, listen, there isn't much to say about it. Yes, I had intercourse when I was in high school. I was raped, actually, by this big broad." He stopped.

"Yes, go on," I urged.

"There's nothing to go on about. I balled a few other times, but there never was any real satisfaction in it for me. I really liked jerking myself off better, or getting a blow job, but they were hard to come by in high school," he said with a smile, remembering.

"I really don't care for fucking, honestly," I said. And he believed me. I knew he believed me.

"Neither do I," he added. And I believed him.

You see, since I didn't want to have intercourse and didn't like it, I didn't think it so unusual that he felt the same way.

It seemed we were made for each other. We got along like good pals, we enjoyed each other, we laughed together and cried together. We ate together and slept together and had sex together. After about three months I realized I was practically living at Greg's apartment, so I decided to do just that – live with him.

Greg borrowed a pickup truck, much like Dad's back on the farm, and we piled all of my books and records and clothes and cartons of junk into it and hauled everything to Greg's place, where I realized something had to go. There was no room in the small apartment for us! We even wanted a dog, but it would have been unfair to the animal. Heck, he would have had to sleep in the sink.

About that time we found out that Billy had been hired by a large corporation in Chicago and now was living there. We called him often, just to say hello and see how he was. After all, he was my big brother, and I felt the need to "report in" and let him know that I was happy. And Billy was overjoyed when he heard Greg and I were living together. Once when Greg wasn't home, I called Billy myself and told him about my sexual relationship with Greg, which amazed him, but he was happy that things worked out for me.

I remember saying, "It's too good to be true!"

"Careful, Mag," he warned. "Nothing is that good!" But I didn't listen. My head was in the clouds. I was Greg's woman now and I loved every moment of it.

Just after we had gotten settled and were able to fix up the apartment, we met Denny and Lois. Oh, my God, what a couple. I don't think I'll ever forget them. They were fun – that much is true – but they were weird.

One afternoon, just after I had returned to the apartment after my last class, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and in the hall stood this girl. She had long blonde hair and a very pretty face, and she was wearing a gray pants suit outfit – which she shouldn't have, because she had enormous hips.

"Hi, listen, my husband started taking a shower a few minutes ago and he discovered we don't have any soap and I don't want to go out in the dust storm and he'll kill me if I don't get some soap 'cause he's a soap nut and I was wondering if you could lend me a bar of soap." She was like a machine someone had dropped a dime into. She spurted it all out in one gulp and then shut up. I didn't know what to make of her, and I almost began laughing.

"Oh, sure, come in," I said, opening the door farther so she could walk into the apartment. "You know what's funny?"

"No," she answered.

"My husband – I mean my boyfriend – is taking a shower right now also!" Greg was in the shower. I could hear him singing through the bathroom wall.

"Really," Lois said, sitting on the couch. "What a coincidence."

"Sure is," I said, starting to the kitchen to find her a bar of soap.

"You're not married!" She almost screamed it, as if it had just hit her. I stopped and turned back to her and said, "No, but we live like we are. I'm Maggie. That's Greg you hear singing." Just then the singing stopped.

I went into the kitchen, leaving her in an apparent state of shock in the living room, while I looked through our crowded cabinet under the sink for a bath size bar of soap. I found one, grabbed it and shut the doors of the cabinet. That's when I heard her scream.

I ran into the living room to find Greg standing absolutely bare naked in the middle of the room as Lois sat there, her eyes bulging out of her blushing face, staring at him. I guess Greg had not heard the bell ring while he was in the shower, so both of them were surprised as hell at such a meeting.

Greg recovered from the incident faster than Lois and ran to the bathroom to fetch a towel. I tried to make light of the situation with the "shocked virgin" sitting on our couch.

"Oh, Greg didn't hear you come in. He always walks around naked. So do I. I like the freedom."

"Huh? Oh, yes," she said, recovering. "Denny always wears his undershorts."

"In the shower," I asked.

"Oh no," she replied quite seriously. "I mean in bed and around the house. I don't go naked either. I'm very susceptible to colds."

"Oh," I said, still holding back the laughter. The whole scene was something out of a movie.