Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

Then I tried to get his balls in my mouth. I knew that everyone thought it impossible, but I wouldn't give up till I had every bit of the huge globes into my lips. I lay flat on the floor, between his legs, and pushed them up so his knees were in the air. His balls hung before my face and I lifted my lips to them. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get them into my mouth in that position, so I moved to his side and put my head under one of his legs, so I was on my side next to him, and his balls fell right against my mouth.

I opened wide and sucked as hard as I could. I needed a great deal of suction to get his scrotum to contract enough to get into my mouth. But I did it. His balls suddenly disappeared into my soft lips and the crowd gasped and applauded. Todd just squirmed and I grabbed his cock with my free hand and began beating it up and down.

I kept doing that until he was near orgasm – I could feel his balls swelling up hard as the semen readied itself for release. I stopped, let the testicles fall from my lips, and got up and knelt on the floor next to him.

Todd reached up and felt my tits beneath my sweater. I tingled. I wished at that moment that we both could have been naked and sucking in a sixty-nine position, but I was being tested and it was my job to give him the best blow job of his life.

And I did. I took his cock in my lips and began to work on it like a woman gone mad, driving it deep in my throat, thrusting my head up and down till he grabbed my hair in his hands and practically pulled it out of my head.

He filled my mouth so full of semen, so fast, that I hardly knew what hit me! I tried to swallow, but each time I did the huge organ pumped more cum into me and I found myself on the brink of choking. He came more than anyone I had ever been with and I thought he would never stop. His cum was hot and tasted almost sweet as it filled my mouth.

I held his balls with one hand, trying to push as much semen up the shaft of his cock as possible. I wouldn't let the organ from my mouth, even after it softened. I kept it there until Miss Sonja pulled me away with her hands. She grabbed me and hugged me and looked down to Todd. The guy was evidently in ecstasy.

"Wow! Incredible!" he said, his eyes glazed over.

"Maggie, you did it," big Sonja said, patting me on the back.

I spent three happy months with Sonja and the girls. Todd became a special friend of mine and we often spent the night together after work. He knew how to suck a pussy better than anyone in the world and I couldn't wait to take off my panties and spread my legs on the bed for his long probing tongue.

His special talent, besides sucking pussy, was being able to come buckets. I knew he had come an unusual amount in my mouth, and it never ceased to amaze me when I sucked him off or watched him reach orgasm. I think it may have had to do with the length of his cock and the way he shot. His come would spurt from the tip of his cock and land four or five feet across the room. Sometimes it shot high into the air like a geyser. Often, three or four of the girls and Sonja and myself would all play with him together, running our hands over his body, his balls, his cock, his ass, until he came in the air in the middle of us. His cum would shoot in the air and fall all over our bodies. There always was enough for all.

I soon developed a reputation for giving the greatest blow job in New York City. Some went so far as to say I was the best in the country. I was Sonja's most expensive girl and I received only the richest and finest men in New York during working hours. I sucked off many important figures in the world of politics, business, and entertainment. But after hours I spent a lot of time with Todd or with guys who really appealed to me. I found myself being attracted to young, eighteen through twenty-five, good-looking boys, freaky types with lots of hair and beards. I don't know why I was attracted to them while I was in New York – perhaps it was just a reaction against the type of "straight" guys I was servicing as customers. But it was fun and I enjoyed sucking young boys' cocks, especially if they were virgins, but there weren't many of them around that city.

I think I would have stayed at Sonja's much longer had Billy not cared about me so much. One night, while I was with a trick, Sonja knocked at my door. She never interrupted any of the girls while they were working – in fact we had always kidded that the world would be coming to an end and she would wait till we had all finished before giving us the news – but there she was, at my door, calling to me. I excused myself – it's not easy for a girl to slip a cock from her lips and excuse herself politely – and went to the door. Sonja looked concerned and whispered to get rid of my guy and come to her office.

I went back to bed and sucked him off faster than I knew I could. He came, he dressed and he was gone. With the cum still sticking to my teeth, I headed to Sonja's office.

"Come in, Maggie, sit down."

I did so. She leaned forward from behind her antique desk. "Listen, someone was here looking for you tonight. He told me he knew you were here, that he would get a search warrant if he had to. I knew he wasn't a trick right away and told him I had never seen you before."

"He had a picture of me?"

"Yes, standing in front of a farmhouse."

BILLY! I felt faint. Billy had been searching for me and now he had found me. Many things rushed through my mind at that moment. What should I do? Could I let Billy know I was working as a professional oral artist, sucking half the guys in New York City? Could I let him know what I had been through in New York? I knew I had hurt him by running away – I worried about my parents, too – but I was ashamed and couldn't bring myself to face the hurt I knew would be in his eyes. I had to run again.

Sonja understood. I know she hated to see me go, not only because she would lose a lot of money, but because she honestly liked me, as she liked all the girls who worked for her, and because she was worried that I would fall back into the depths I had been recovering from since she found me. She gave me my savings and sent me on my way, that night, before Billy could return.

I took a cab to the airport. I cried all the way, upset because I didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone, especially Todd. I didn't know where to go. It seemed as if history was repeating itself. I got on a plane, bound for Chicago, of all places.

Why I let myself go to the very city where Billy lived was beyond my comprehension. Maybe I wanted to get caught, but if so I didn't know it. I lived there for two weeks in fear. I found myself in the midst of a harsh winter, with no friends to keep me warm. I abstained from sex for as long as I could, until one evening I met a man in a movie theatre in the Loop and he invited me to a party.

The party turned out to be a small group of middle-aged men who were sitting in a dark apartment watching fuck films and drinking beer. I felt repulsed at first, but as soon as I was on my knees between a man's legs with a cock in my mouth I forgot all about feeling repulsed or good or bad or anything at all. I was falling back again – falling back into the scene I had been into in New York. I was running away and I was becoming a wreck.

I remembered, walking home in the snow that night, the farm and my parents and how near to them I was at that moment. It would have taken only a short but ride to Milwaukee, then Two Forks. I had missed Christmas for the first time in my life. I thought about the fields covered with snow. I wondered how Billy's dog, Corky, was doing. He was getting old. I wondered if the partition in the main barn was still standing.

I couldn't bear it, all the memories, all the thoughts of things I had thrown away. I went back to my room and checked out of the hotel. My money was dwindling, but I didn't notice. I was soon on another plane for California, not knowing where I would go nor what I would do. I only knew I had to keep moving, keep running.