Chapter 5: Los Angeles

Greg finally woke up, kissed me, and together we had breakfast and went for a long walk in the crisp Texas morning air. As we were walking, he began telling me how he felt about sex.

“You know, Maggie, there are so many things to do in bed instead of straight vanilla fucking. I mean, that’s all some people do, just jump on, wham, bam, bang, bang, all done. Christ, they don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Yes,” I replied, knowing very well what they were missing. “I’m not too turned on to the idea of missionary type sex.” I paused.

“What kind of sex do you like?” Greg asked.

“I love oral sex, making love to a cock with my mouth. I prefer that much more than intercourse or anal sex.”

“I like intercourse, just not the vanilla type and I love oral sex, giving and receiving,” said Greg.

Here goes. “I’d like to make love to you, Greg.”

“I’d love it,” he said, smiling. I blew a sigh of relief. We turned and went back to the apartment. I was very happy Billy’s best friend turned out to be a guy who didn’t like to fuck. He honestly didn’t. It was something he didn’t want to talk about and I respected his wish. I was very happy in our oral relationship, which was just beginning.

We hurried to the apartment. Greg’s cock was hard before we got there. I was excited just thinking about putting his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t wait. Greg locked the door and took me in his arms, kissing me hard on the lips. I moved my body down his until I was kneeling in front of him. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, and then he removed it. He was breathing hard in anticipation.

I opened his belt buckle and then the top of his pants. I took the zipper in my teeth and drew it down very slowly, just to excite him more. His bulging shorts pressed out of his pants and I fitted my lips to the tip of his standing cock beneath the white material. I blew warm air through the undershorts till he moaned.

Then I pulled his pants down to his ankles and pressed my head against his naked legs. His cock was trembling under his shorts as I licked at the white lump with my tongue. Then I wrapped my mouth around his cock, still covered by the shorts, and bit slightly into the thickness.

Greg’s hands touched my head gently. I stopped and looked up and saw an excited smile on his face. Then he stepped out of his pants and spread his legs wide, planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor.

I covered his undershorts with kisses, over the shaft of his cock begging for release, down under the fullness of the balls filling with sperm, over the cushioned spots which covered his sparse pubic hair. Greg was going crazy watching me, feeling me. His cock throbbed desperately.

I then took the elastic band of his shorts in my teeth and pulled them down to his knees. My fingers dug into his buttocks as his huge cock jumped up and hit the side of my face. I was smiling as Greg stepped out of his shorts.

I pulled my head away, reached out and took hold of the palpitating shaft between the palms of both hands and began to rub it back and forth, slowly, enticingly. Greg’s breath whistled out in gasps between his tightly clenched teeth at the excruciating pleasure I was causing in his loins. I cupped and stroked his balls, and lightly fingered his tight anal entrance with my index finger.

I quickly jumped up and stripped my clothing off. Greg watched me as if mesmerized as I slid my thong down and off my slender legs, exposing the smooth pinkness of my young cunt to his gaze.

Greg moved down to the floor and lay back with his legs spread wide. His cock was hard, tall, and Texas proud, along his belly. I positioned myself on all fours between his hairy legs and began stroking and caressing his aching cock so that he thrust and twisted his hips harshly against the soft carpet.

My breasts were swollen, large and ripe, and swayed under my body, brushing his inner thighs. Greg’s hand found my nipples and played with them, squeezing them till they hurt.

I stared at the semen slick, reddish head of his cock, fascinated by its hugeness, by its perfect shape, by its quivering movements. Then I let my head drop as I fitted my warm lips over the head of the gigantic shaft, my tongue probing the little opening in the end, drinking away small drops of lubrication that appeared.

Greg brought his hands up and caught them in my hair as he lifted his loins upward to sink his cock deep into my warm mouth. I opened my lips wide to accept the full length of his trembling cock.

“God damn, Maggie, fuck, suck me hard!” Greg said, stretching his arms out on the floor beside him. His eyes were closed and it seemed as if he was in another world.

I did suck hard, as hard as I could. I licked circles on the underside of his shaft, concentrating kisses on the glands, biting there, resting there till he could stand it no longer. I pulled my head away just as he was about to come.

Greg breathed deeply and relaxed. I moved my lips down the shaft of his cock to his balls. They were hanging soft and low between his legs and I brought my mouth up under them and sucked as hard as I could until both of them floated into my mouth. I swirled them around, brushing them with my tongue, and I could feel Greg moving his hips in excitement as he spread his legs farther.

Greg then lifted his legs into the air and grabbed his feet with his hands. I released my suction on his balls and let my tongue work its way down beneath his scrotum, to the hard cleft just before his anal opening. I licked the hairs there, applying saliva so that it ran down over the hot little opening to his asshole.

Then I kissed the opening. I firmly planted my lips there and let my tongue probe his anus until it relaxed and became less tight. Soon I was able to get the tip of my tongue up it and Greg gasped as I did so. I French kissed his anus some more, slobbering over it as Greg moaned.

I took my tongue away and replaced it with my finger. I was mad now, like an animal in heat, and I knew I would try to do what I had done to Billy. I was going to slide my finger up Greg’s ass.

I pressed lightly. He spread his buttocks as wide as he could possibly get them. “Yes, Maggie, do that, put it in there,” he said quickly.

I pushed my finger in slowly, as far as it would go. My entire body shook as I watched it disappear up his hairy asshole. I felt the warm flesh of the narrow passage envelop my finger and hold it tight once it was in. Greg breathed spasmodically.

He dropped his legs to the floor and I lifted my body over his right leg so the lips of my cunt touched lightly at his knee. I was in control, I could move up or down, depending on how much sensation I wanted to feel. My finger was buried up his asshole and with my other hand I grasped the base of his cock and pointed it toward my face. I sank my mouth onto it.

Our bodies were glistening with sweat, almost looking as if they had been bronzed. My breasts swayed rapidly as I began to pump on his organ in steady, fast movements. Greg brushed my hair, my shoulders, my bobbing head. He brought his fingers to my lips to feel the wetness of his cock as it slipped in and out of my mouth.

I kept my lips ovaled so they slid easily over the head, and then down to the base. The tip rested in my throat each time I sank my head onto the shaft, and each time I thought it would rip my tonsils away. Greg’s sperm-bloated testicles rubbed against my hand as I wiggled my finger up his ass.

My head danced up and down like a driving piston as I performed the finest act of love I was capable of. I moved the finger buried inside him in rhythm with the plunges my head was taking. Greg’s body followed in the same way, moving up to meet my lips and down to thrust the finger deeper up his asshole.

The pressure was growing, I could see it in his balls as they tightened and swelled and I could feel it in the contractions in his anus and the hardness of his cock. He was ready to come and my mouth was more than ready to receive. I used every trick I knew, sucking faster and faster, rubbing my wet pussy on his knee, letting my breasts stimulate his sensitive thighs.

I wanted it, wanted it desperately, wanted to taste Greg’s flowing hot cum, wanted to drink it down and feel it rest in my belly. The first torrent of liquid flooded along the passage of his cock as Greg threw his hips into the air. I had to push my hand up hard to keep my finger up his ass. A gush of hot liquid pored out from the tip, erupted, exploded, as I tried to swallow. Rush after rush of burning semen bloated my cheeks outward until I had to swallow crazily to keep from choking. His testicles rolled uncontrollably as the sperm pushed up the long shaft of his cock. I could feel each contraction deep within his asshole. Greg’s hands worked spasmodically in my hair, ramming my head down harder on his swollen cock, burying it deep in my throat. Then, with one mighty groan, he emptied the final spurt of his virile young sperm into my hungry mouth. Then he dropped his hips back to the floor and I slowly pulled the finger from his anus.

“Maggie, no, please.”

I didn’t know what he meant.

“Maggie, your finger, put it back in, please, till I relax, till it softens.” His words drifted off into a slur of sounds. I slipped my finger back up his anal canal, pushing it in as tight as I could get it, and he again moaned in pleasure.

I continued to nibble gently at the fleshy organ, milking every last drop of his semen until the satiated cock began to soften in my mouth. Greg flung his arms outward in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment coming from his mouth, as I released the organ from my lips and rested my head in his groin, watching it closely as it softened.

When it was normal size and I could tell that Greg was relaxed, I slid my finger from his anus. He smiled.

I rolled off him and sprawled out on the floor next to him. “Jesus, where did you ever learn to do that?” he asked.

“I read a book,” I lied.

I’m not sure how long we lay there naked, but it seemed like hours. We were both half asleep, or so I thought, until I felt something tickling at my cunt. I lifted my head and looked down to see Greg’s tongue lightly brushing against my cunt lips. I put my head back to the floor.

Greg brought his hand up my body, over my smooth stomach, until he cupped my breasts and squeezed them hungrily while his mouth found the open wetness of my young cunt. He slid his tongue between the lips and quickly found my clit. His sharp white teeth took the throbbing button between them and nipped it gently, rubbing his tongue around and around it in circles. I cried out in pleasure, grabbing Greg’s hands as they pressed into my breasts.

He sucked hard on my cunt until I felt his tongue beginning to fuck me, sliding as far up my channel as it would go, his saliva mixing with my own love juices.

“Greg, turn around,” I said, pulling his hands from my breasts. I wanted to be in a sixty-nine position with him 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 cock 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 mouth 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 mouth as he knelt above me.

His hand replaced mine on his cock and he began to work it as fast as he could, looking down at my spread cunt 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 on my chin. 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 pulling his cock as the cum poured over the lower half of my body. I spread my legs when I felt the thick hot 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 cock resting on my neck, Greg, the hot high school quarterback, the boy who came over to my house, 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. How ‘bout with Olivia.”

“Maggie, listen, there isn’t much to say about it. Yes, Olivia and I fucked and she would give me handjobs in my car or behind the bleachers.” He stopped.

“Yes, go on,” I urged.

“There’s nothing to go on about. I haven’t fuck since then, not in seminary in New Mexico and certainly not at the university here, as there never was any real satisfaction in it for me. I really liked jerking myself off better, or getting a blow job, but Olivia didn’t like giving blowjobs, she thought them too messy.” he said with a smile, remembering.

“Hmm, 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 just off the Baptist University campus, 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, albums, clothes, cartons of junk from my dorm room 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 moved from dads to downtown as the church hired him as the youth director full time. 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 and told him about my sexual relationship with Greg, which amazed him, but he was happy that things were working 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. I’d even entertained thoughts of being a pastors wife. Me of all people! Charging the male congregants 50 or more dollars for a blow job without their wives knowing about it. That would be a thrill.

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 as she looked around.

“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! That’s, that’s a...” 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.

Greg came back into the room with a towel wrapped around his middle, which still left his cock quite visible in front of him. Lois couldn’t take her eyes off it, though she pretended not to notice.

“Hey, I’m really sorry,” Greg said. “I didn’t know we had company.”

“Greg this is Lois. Lois, meet Greg. Oh, you’ve already met, haven’t you!” I thought I was very funny.

Lois crossed her skinny legs and smiled again. “I came to borrow soap for my husband.”

“Oh, sure,” Greg replied, wondering who the hell she was and what was going on. I handed her the bar of soap and she jumped up, eager to return to her husband who by this time must have been near melting in his shower.

“We’ll have to get together for coffee some time,” Lois said, still looking at Greg’s crotch.

Greg sat where Lois had been sitting and spread his legs. We could see the tip of his cock under the wet towel. “Great,” Greg said.

Without a word, she vanished down the hall.

I shut the door and broke into hysterical laughter. “Can you believe her, her husband’s in the damn shower and she’s out borrowing soap and turning on to other guys who are taking showers.”

“Where’d she come from?” Greg asked, pulling his towel from around his waist.

“I don’t know, down the hall I guess.” I knelt in front of him and kissed the tip of his cock. It stirred.

“Have a rough day at school?” he asked, watching me lick the tip of his cock.

“No, it wasn’t bad. History was a drag.” I took it in my mouth and warmed it.

“Want me to suck your cunt?”

“Yup!” I said, falling back to the floor. I lifted my skirt and slid my panties down to my ankles. Greg pulled them off my feet and knelt over my body, in a sixty-nine position. Just as he buried his face in the warmth of my cunt, just as I put the head of his lengthening cock into my mouth, the door of the apartment opened and a voice said: “Oh, I forgot to say thanks for the...” She stopped dead and took a deep breath. I turned my eyes, with Greg’s cock still in my mouth, and he lifted his head from my pussy and looked at her.

“ ... soap,” she mumbled and closed the door.

I think her trip to our apartment was the fastest education she had had in her entire life. And it seemed that she wanted more.

Two weeks later we received an invitation to dinner in their apartment. I didn’t want to accept, but Greg talked me into it. He thought it could prove to be fun. I was afraid the evening would be a terrific dud. Boy, I was wrong.

We arrived right on time and Lois opened the door almost before we knocked. She greeted us with a huge plastic smile and a loud “HELLO!”

Then we met Denny. He was shorter than she and he wasn’t at all bad looking. I guess I would say he was timid-looking, but quite intelligent in a mechanical way. He was a nice guy. They seemed perfect for each other.

The dinner was an experience. Lois first spilled wine all over herself and then on her husband. She forgot to tighten the plug on the bottom of the salt shaker so I suddenly had a dish of food covered with a pyramid of salt. Then she baked a lemon pie so much that we had to crack the meringue with an ice pick.

After dinner, we all sat in their living room, decorated in maple and chintz, and sipped brandy and talked.

“So you’re attending the Baptist University?” Denny asked.

“Yes, ah, going through the pastor program.”

Denny nodded his head. He looked at me. “What degree are you working on?”

“Um, business degree,” I nodded and smiled. Awkward.

“Have any hobbies?” Denny asked Greg.

“Sex,” Greg replied immediately. Lois giggled and Denny blushed.

“I like going to the theater, but there isn’t much of it here in the Dallas area,” Denny said.

“I like live plays a lot,” I said.

“Oh, me too,” Lois said proudly. “I used to be in the theater, you know. I was a stage manager and a sound technician, until I accidentally erased the entire playlist of background music for a show the day before opening, but I still love the theater.”

“You erased an entire playlist?” Greg asked, wondering how in the hell she did such a thing.

“I pushed the wrong button,” she replied. Then she slammed her glass down on the coffee table. “Oh hell,” she snapped, “the director was an ass anyway, served him right.”

Denny looked at her crossly. “An ass, huh? His new show opens on Broadway next week.”

Lois ignored him and poured herself another glass of brandy.

Well, that’s an idea of what we talked about, until we all got slowly drunk. Then the mood changed. It reminded me, since we were thinking about plays, of Albee’s Virginia Woolf where the new couple come to visit George and Martha.

Lois started telling us how she hated kids and didn’t want children and Denny kept saying he wanted them. Lois got louder and louder as they started arguing about it. Greg and I felt very uncomfortable.

“Of course you don’t want kids! You don’t even know how to fuck!” Lois screamed. I collapsed, I couldn’t believe she had said it.

“Oh, sure, blame it on me! You just like your banana better!” Denny shouted at her.

“It’s a hell of a lot bigger!” she snapped.

Banana? What were they talking about? Denny kindly explained as Lois pouted. “You see, it all goes back to her teenage years. Some girlfriend of hers told her it was great fun sticking a banana up her cunt and so she tried it and got hooked! She’s got a banana fetish! Every time we fuck, she’s gotta do it with the banana first, to get warmed up.”

“Oh, honey, come on.” Lois gurgled, slouching in the chair.

I wanted to hear more. It was so perverse and crazy and interesting. I could see Greg felt the same way.

“She used to have a plush monkey. Other kids had teddy bears, right? She has to have a monkey so she can identify with the damn bananas. You should see the trick she does with it!” Denny said with a glimmer in his eye.

“Trick?” Greg asked. “With the monkey!”

“No, with the banana!” Denny said. He looked at his wife for a moment and then grinned.

“Oh no,” she said, curling up in the chair. “I’m not going to do any performances!”

“Honey, come on!” Please! Do the banana number for us!”

Greg and I looked at each other. We couldn’t believe what we were hearing. Greg decided to use a little reverse psychology.

“I’ll bet you can’t. I’ve never seen anybody do anything with a banana.”

“WHAT?” Lois screamed, sitting upright in the chair. “I’m the best banana buster in the world!”

“Please show us,” I urged in a feminine tone.

“Well,” she giggled, “it would take a few minutes to get ready. My costume and all.”

“We’ll be glad to wait,” Greg replied looking at me for confirmation.

“Yes,” I added, “the night is young!”

“Okay,” she said, getting up a little unsteady. She had a little trouble getting out of the room and with wobbly legs, finally made it to her bedroom and shut the door.

While she was getting ready, a strange thing happened. There suddenly seemed to be nothing to say. Denny felt nervous and he got up to turn on the old time replica stereo. Greg looked at me and I knew at once that we were both thinking the same thoughts. I reached up and put my hand on Denny’s leg.

Denny froze. He stood there, record in his hands, looking down at me. I smiled. Then he looked at Greg, and he too smiled. Denny set his cell phone down, gave a look to the bedroom where his wife had just disappeared, and knelt down on the floor in front of me.

I moved to the floor and kicked my shoes off. Greg did the same. Then I quickly lifted my short skirt and slid my panties down my legs. Greg pulled them from my feet and my cunt was wide open in front of Denny’s gaze. He stared at it transfixed.

I brought my finger down to rub against the lips, petting myself as the guy stared with his mouth open. Then Greg moved his head to the floor and crawled between my legs and planted a good solid kiss on my cunt. Denny looked like he had never seen such a thing in his life.

Then Greg and I turned to Denny. Without saying a word, Greg made him kneel upright, and held his hands behind his back. Then I quickly undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. The shorts that Lois had said were always on her husband slid down easily and his cock jumped out.

It was small, but nicely formed. His balls hung loose in their sac and the hair around his organ was blond, with light brown tufts. I touched it with my fingertips until it reached its full length. Then I kissed it.

His whole body shivered. I realized at that moment that he probably had never had a blow job in his entire life, Greg said later that he doubted that they had gone past the first page in the marriage manual, and I was determined to give him his first.

Greg released his grip on Denny’s hands and brought his fingers down between Denny’s legs to rub his balls as I took his cock into my mouth. As I began to suck on the hard cock, Greg moved around and did various things to excite both of us. He played with my breasts, licked at my cunt and ass, and rubbed Denny’s balls when my saliva dribbled down them. Then Greg pulled his long cock out of his pants and started masturbating as he watched me suck Denny’s cock.

I slid my lips over Denny’s hard cock till all of it was in my mouth. I reached for and clawed at the smooth, bronzed globes of his ass cheeks. He had almost no hair on his body, except for his head and his pubic area. His legs were smooth, his arms were smooth, and his ass was smooth, almost like a woman’s soft skin.

He was soon slamming upward into my mouth as my head bobbed up and down his slick cock. It rubbed across the roof of my mouth and lightly scraped my upper teeth. His cock had an upward curve to it.

Suddenly at that moment I thought of the boy I had sucked off in the wet bushes, that awful night some months before. There was something much the same about this situation, something much the same about this guy. In a matter of minutes, when they had least expected it, they had been given a blow job by a nice girl. Their cocks were even much the same size. And they were both virgins, at least I thought so, to fellatio.