Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

It was quite 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 page four 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 penis 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 pussy and buttocks, 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 penis 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.

An abrupt movement forward caused his cock to reach my throat, and I felt the swollen head press deep into my mouth, pounding violently as if it had a heart of its own. I turned my eyes to see Greg beating his penis up and down, fascinated, watching closely, enjoying every moment.

Some saliva ran down my chin and dribbled to Denny's balls. Greg rubbed it with his free hand, moving the slippery liquid all over the guy's balls, which were tightening now, filling with semen. Denny's eyes were shut. He was lost in pleasure.

My thirsty sucking mouth couldn't seem to get enough of his cock, especially with Greg watching me, even when the pistoning stab slowed to a steady driving rhythm, sliding quite easily in and out.

I dug my hands fiercely into his cheeks and fastened my mouth around the small fist of Denny's cockhead. I sucked hard at the ridge, running my tongue along the glans, over the tip.

My cunt twitched, convulsed and ground itself down against my kneeling leg. I wanted to milk him dry – especially with my audience – just as I had milked Greg so many times, and so many countless others before him. I wanted to taste him, to swallow him, to feel him in my body. I wanted to take from him what he had never given his wife that way. I slid my greedy lips up and down the length of his throbbing hard-on and I could then feel my clitoris beginning to get harder and stiffer.

I sucked with all the power still left in my almost breathless lungs, nipping like a hungry pecking animal at his stiff penis. I always feel like an animal when sucking a cock, a beautiful animal – it must come from being raised on a farm. Sometimes I dream I am a beautiful bird pecking at wild bird seed, pecking at food, pecking at the thing that would give me life. A guy's cock is life to me – semen is the food that makes me live. I've even heard it's full of protein!

Greg moved his hand back to Denny's balls, seeing he was ready to shoot, and brought his other hand down to finger my clitoris. As soon as he touched the hard little nub, I felt myself coming, felt myself beginning to lose control, felt myself floating in a world of pleasure.

Cum filled my mouth. He stopped moving his cock and I stopped moving my head. I felt it slide out, every bit of it, onto my tongue, against the back of my throat. I held it in my mouth as long as I could without swallowing and he groaned as the hot semen surrounded his cock in the confines of my mouth.

Finally I had to swallow. I felt it move quickly down my throat, sliding along my neck and down past my breasts and into my belly below. It tasted bitter after I swallowed, as if the sweetness had now gone away. I wished I could have held it in my mouth for hours, to feel it go cold, to feel it thicken, to have some of it dry on my lips and my cheeks.

Some of it did drip down my chin, and Greg caught it in his hand and rubbed it over Denny's swollen balls. Denny didn't say a word, didn't make a sound. He just knelt there in astonishment and pleasure, not knowing, I'm sure, exactly what had hit him. I only know he loved it.

I pulled my face away just in time. We heard the bedroom door open and a voice call out.

"I'm almost ready."

"Christ!" Denny said, snapping back to reality. He pulled his pants up over his wet cock and quickly zipped them up. Greg stuffed his penis in his pants. I grabbed my panties from the floor and quickly slid them over my feet. Denny started the record player.

"Here goes!" he called to his wife, and then turned the lights down. The room was a dim orange glow now and the silliest music I had ever heard – Carmen Miranda – started to screech from the stereo.

And out she came. She was wearing a kind of bra with patches of fake fruit on each breast, a headdress made of huge plumes and ostrich feathers, and from her crotch, attached to a little bikini, hung a bunch of grapes! In her hand was a banana.

We were in spasms of laughter, which we realized at once was not the reaction we were supposed to have, because Lois shot us a look of displeasure. We stopped laughing and pretended to be interested.

She danced, flinging her grapes from side to side, jiggling her small boobs, dipping her feathers. At one point she came too close to the wall and knocked a painting to the floor. Finally her damn grapes became too heavy for the bikini and they fell to the floor, ripping the bikini apart, and in a second that too was on the floor. I don't think she even noticed. She was so caught up in her little number that she didn't realize her pussy was flapping in the wind before our eyes.

Near the end of the song she began to get dirty. She licked the banana and slid it where the grapes should have been. She gave a startled look at her crotch, and then like a good artist (the show must go on!) just ignored it and continued – and rubbed the banana over her big ass.

She dropped the bra to the floor and shook her nipples at us. Her breasts were small but they were all nipple – they were enormous. In fact, her whole body was a set of mismatched parts. Her hips were huge, her legs slender. Her tits were small, but the nipples were gigantic. Her pussy was little but she had more hair than any woman I had ever seen. The cheeks of her ass were rubbery, but she wasn't at all fat. She had a small head with beady eyes, but her hair was beautiful and hung to her ass.

Finally we got to the climax. Denny was sitting there watching her, evidently excited again, his hand rubbing his cock through his pants. Greg sat next to me and I could feel him laughing as his whole body shook. Denny and Lois, what a couple!

This was it, the moment we had been waiting for. Denny sat at attention as Lois planted her feet on the ground – she had big ankles too, but small feet, I noticed then – and gave us a nice spread shot of her cunt. Then she slid the banana up it, slowly but surely, and as she did it her eyes seemed to roll around in her head. Finally almost the entire banana was up there, and I wondered where the hell she put it all! It was a long banana!