Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

The usher just stood there, balancing on the heels of his shoes, the gold buttons on his red jacket sparkling in the glare of the flashlight, being given a blow job by a young woman with mud on her knees and a lot of semen in her belly.

I sucked him harder than I ever thought I could, to the point where I think it actually hurt him. I wanted to open his pants and lick his balls and stick my finger up his ass, but it would have taken too much time and I knew he was ready to explode from the first moment his penis touched my tongue.

I held the base of his cock in my fingers, pulling it to my lips, and then swirling my tongue around and around over the enormous tip until I heard the crowd on onlookers cheering. I knew the guy was coming. Sure enough, his cock shook and he shoved it as far into my mouth as it would go, and the hottest cum I've ever tasted fined my mouth. I swallowed, pressing as close against him as possible, as the flashlight struck the right side of my face. One man yelled as he saw some of the usher's cum dripping down the side of my chin, and another suddenly thrust his cock against the back of my neck and I felt his semen run down.

I almost passed out then and there. Someone was rubbing my pussy from underneath me, but I didn't know who it was, nor did I care to find out. I'm sure there were others that wanted the same done to them, but I was weak now, and I had had enough – I had to get out. The usher stood there with his limp cock hanging from the front of his uniform as I got to my feet. He steadied me and told the others to go back to their seats. I don't think anyone had. We were all concentrating on what I had been doing.

I walked up the aisle as a few men whistled and called me names, but I didn't listen to them. The usher took my hand – he stuffed his cock into his pants with his other hand – and led me to the lobby.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked me in a concerned tone.

"Yes," I said walking to the door. I was so ashamed, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't look him in the face.

I left the theatre. It was raining again and I walked in it, getting soaked to the skin, but it felt good, as if the rain were cleansing me. I could still feel the man's semen on my back and I could taste cum in my mouth. I wanted to get home and wash and sleep.

I entered the dorm through the back entrance and quietly made my way down the hall to my room. As soon as I entered the dark room, my phone rang. It was Greg. He begged me to come right over to his apartment. I showered and changed clothes and ran all the way, across the campus and down two side streets, to his apartment.

He stood in the doorway with his arms open to me. I fell into them and he shut the door and we stood there for a long time, just holding each other.

"Maggie, I sat in the car and cried. I do love you, you must believe that. I need you too – if only you could understand. I'm… I'm just afraid…"

I couldn't stand to hear it, not after what I had done. "Greg, please don't say anything. I didn't mean the things I said and I don't want to talk. Just hold me, love me," I whispered over his shoulder.

To my absolute and delightful surprise he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and set me gently on the bed. Then he took off his clothes.

I lay there in shock, watching him as he dropped his pants, then pulled his socks off, then his undershirt. And finally, directly in front of me, his jockey shorts. His cock was beautiful. I stared at it in the dark room as if it was some work of art or some surprise in my life. An hour ago I had been sucking on every penis in Albuquerque, and now I was looking at one as if it was the very first time I had seen one. I thought it was the most perfectly shaped cock I had ever seen.

Greg sat down on the bed next to me and began to take off my clothes. I wanted to help, but he wouldn't let me. He unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my skirt from my body. Then he reached under me and opened my bra and pulled it from me, and then my panties.

He looked at my body for a few seconds and then said, "You're beautiful, Maggie."

I felt tears beginning to fall down my cheeks as he took me into his arms. His cock grew against my pussy and became erect almost immediately. We kissed for a long time.

"Maggie, let's just hold each other all night, tightly… I don't want to fuck," he said, which was exactly what I had wanted to hear. I wasn't ready to put up a fight about intercourse and I was happily amazed at his request. So we hugged each other and fell asleep, naked and very much in love.

The next morning I awakened before him and saw that his penis was limp, lying against my leg. I reached down and took it in my fingers. It was soft and warm and I cupped it gently in my palm.

Then I noticed dried white spots on my pussy hairs, on my belly. At first I thought Greg had fucked me in the night, but I realized that was absurd. He had had a wet dream and had come all over me. I remember thinking only that I wished that it could have been in my mouth.

But we were naked, together, and we were going to have sex with each other now. I was very happy.

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

"You know, Maggie, there are so many things to do in bed instead of straight fucking. I mean, that's all some people do – just jump on, bang, bang, all done. God, what they're missing."

"Yes," I said, knowing very well what they were missing. "I'm not too turned on to the idea of intercourse."

"I know about what happened. That you were raped. Billy told me. God, what a thing to have to go through!" Greg said, concerned.

"I'm over it. That may have stopped my interest in intercourse, but it sure didn't curb my sex drive. I'd like to make love to you, Greg."

"I'd love it," he said, smiling. We turned and went back to the apartment.

I was very happy Billy's best friend turned out to be a guy who didn't like to fuck. He honestly didn't. It was something he didn't want to talk about and I respected his wish. I was very happy in our oral relationship, which was just beginning.

We hurried to the apartment. Greg's penis was hard before we got there. I was excited just thinking about putting his cock in my mouth. I couldn't wait.

Greg locked the door and took me in his arms, kissing me hard on the lips. I moved my body down his until I was kneeling in front of him. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, and then he removed it. He was breathing hard in anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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