Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

One led to the other. For a good blow job I was given enough money to buy two or three meals. I didn't know what month it was, I didn't know exactly where I was, and I didn't care. I had left my life behind and now I lived for lust alone. Sex was my life. Cocks were my business.

One afternoon after I had been in the city about a month, I met a freaky girl who invited me to join her at the Fillmore East that evening. A big rock festival was taking place and she told me there would be a chance to get in on some good action, as well as some good money. I didn't even know her, but I trusted her. She was a mouth girl also, and she had heard about me from a guy who remembered how good I was. So we planned to meet at the Fillmore.

The place was packed. Sue, the chick I had met that afternoon, had tickets – I don't know where she got them – and once in the place she introduced me to two other girls, both professional groupies. One of the girls told me what was happening.

"See these guys – the guys in the group are into oral stuff, you know? And most of the chicks I know wanna get balled. So I figure, what the fuck, we'll get a couple of nice mouth girls over here and really have us a good time later."

I smiled. She was direct, honest, and very stoned. I asked her if she had any grass. I had been smoking it quite a lot since I got to the city. It helped me forget about the past.

"Listen," the groupie said as we sat in our seats, "I think it's gonna be a good night. Yeah, I really feel it, you know what I mean? Sue? Maggie? You feel it too?"

"Um, yeah, sure," I smiled. Feel what? I just wanted to suck some guys off and get a decent warm meal.

When the group came out on stage, the groupie leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Hey, that's Randy, he's the leader. You'll faint – he's got a cock twelve inches long. See, he wears those leather pants like Jim Morrison. Far out."

I looked. Sure enough, there was a long hard outline in his tight pants. I felt something stir between my legs. I couldn't wait for the concert to finish.

When it was over, we fought the crowds of screeching teenagers in the alley behind the building, until we came to a roped-off section.

The head groupie – I found out her name was Judy, and the other one was Janet – called to one of the uniformed guards standing near the stage entrance. He recognized her and let us by the ropes, and we stood waiting at the door.

In a few minutes, as the teenagers yelled, the four members of the group came out the door. Judy hugged Randy and got into the back of the limousine with him. Then we all piled in, and it was some squeeze. Even before the driver got us out of the alley, Randy had his tight leather pants to his knees and Judy was sliding her lips up and down his incredibly huge penis.

We traveled to a nearby hotel room and all I can remember is having sex, sex, sex. Randy's cock was the biggest I had ever seen in my life and I was dying to suck it. As soon as he got his pants off, I sank my mouth down on it. I tried to get it all in my mouth but that would have been humanly impossible. In fact, when I took it in as far as I could, there was still room for Janet to lick the part of the shaft that wasn't hidden by my lips.

Randy and the other three guys loved being sucked, and we all took turns sucking them, licking them, masturbating them. The drummer, Tom, liked one girl to suck on his ass while another went down on his penis. Janet particularly liked putting her tongue up guys' assholes, and she had a perfect tongue for it – it was very pointed at the tip. Randy bent over and we all watched as Janet knelt behind him and spread his ass cheeks with her tongue. Then, with the help of her hands holding his buttocks apart, she inserted the tip of it into his asshole.

The guys did things to us also. Each one of them sucked each of us, driving our bodies wild. Randy was especially good at nibbling on my clitoris. I was going crazy on the floor with his head plastered between my legs. Above me the drummer was beating off, and he came just as I did and his cum dripped into my open mouth. I felt the warm gush between my legs and Randy's lips and tongue lapping it all up.

One of the guys asked Judy if she cared to do the "special" and she said sure she would. Sue and I wondered what they were going to do, so we followed them into the bedroom and watched as Judy got into the dry bathtub and spread her legs wide open. She held her pussy lips apart as the guy positioned himself next to the tub.

Then we all watched in fascination as he let a hot stream of urine fall from the tip of his cock directly onto her cunt. She squealed as the liquid hit her, and the guy's penis grew larger as he was peeing, starting to become erect, and he had to hold it down. I was utterly captivated, since I had never before seen a man urinate. Not even Billy or Greg. I had seen hundreds of orgasms, but never once had I witnessed a penis urinating. This was the first time.

The stream stopped and Judy giggled as the guy shook his penis and drops of urine fell to her body. Then she turned on the water in the tub and he got in with her as the bathtub filled. She began sucking him as the water reached his cock. We left them alone.

Back in the living room, Sue, Janet and I knelt on the floor as Randy and the two others stood in front of us. We played with their cocks with our tongues, our noses, our hair. Finally, when they were hard, we took them into our lips and let them fill our throats. We then had a race to see who could come first. We worked hard and fast, driving our lips back and forth as best we knew how. The boys were panting.

Randy came first, in Sue's mouth. The drummer was second, and I received his load. The other couldn't come again and Janet seemed disappointed. He made up for it by sucking her pussy for a long time.

And the night continued like that until exhaustion set in. I sent down to room service for a snack and then we all fell asleep. I curled up beside Randy and the drummer and held their cocks in my hands as I drifted off. It had been a good night.

The next morning I was back on the street, searching for another man, another cock to suck in trade for a little money.

I met a guy near Macy's department store, and we went down to the men's room in a nearby bar. The place was almost deserted and the man smiled at the bartender, who seemed to know what was going on.

I sat on the toilet and watched the man unzip his pants. His cock fell out in front of me and I opened my lips and let it slide in. I ran my tongue up and down it, flicking the underside of the head until I heard him moan in pleasure. I looked up. His eyes were closed and he was holding onto the toilet stall with both hands. I realized then, for the first time, how handsome he was and how rich-looking. I decided to do as good a job as I could.

I stopped sucking and pulled his belt open and tugged his pants down to his knees. Then I did the same to his undershorts and he took the tail of his shirt and held it up against his stomach. His naked loins were ready for whatever I wanted to do, and I did everything I knew how to do.

I licked the shaft of his cock a few times, kissing the end every time I brought my tongue up it. Then I moved my lips down to his testicles and licked them, applying as much saliva as I could. When I brought my lips back to his penis, I took his balls in my hand and slipped them around in my fingertips.

Then I began my hard back-and-forth movements that nearly drove him wild. I pulled on his balls, as if I was milking them, each time his cock slid deep into my mouth. He spread his legs and began moving his hips in rhythm with my strokes. His undershorts were stretched so far between his knees that they started ripping. His pants were in a ball around his feet.