Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

And so I close. Hoping and waiting for love to come. But in the meantime, I'll have a good time waiting.

I couldn't end there, not after what happened in the last week since I wrote that.

You remember the name Tom Lingon, the one who lives in my building? Well, we met. And I think he's IT! I think he's the ONE!

I was coming home from the Ranch Market, carrying two bags of groceries, when this handsome dark guy standing near the pool offered to help me. I gave him one bag as I thanked him and stared at the lump in his swimming trunks.

I opened the door to my apartment and we both entered.

"Just set it near the refrigerator, that'll be fine," I said, setting my bag on the kitchen table.

"Okay, fine," he said, doing as I asked.

"Thank you so much. Wow, it's warm today," I said, shutting the door to the patio. He noticed.

"Oh, sorry I left that open," he said, standing in the kitchen by the refrigerator.

"Forget it, the air conditioning's on," I said, standing near him.

"I've never seen you before. I just moved in not too long ago, so that probably explains it. I'm Tom Lingon." He held out his hand.

"Oh!" I said, a little too startled. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. We stood there staring at each other for a few seconds.

"Your friend told you, didn't he?" I asked. "Yes. But that's not why I'm looking at you like this," he said softly. "You're beautiful."

"I am?" I was puzzled. I thought all he wanted was a blow job.

"I never expected – I mean, I thought you'd be some messed-up chick who did nothing but drag guys in to blow them. Say, you're beautiful." He said it as if he were in love with me already, in those few minutes.

He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to him. Slowly, his lips met mine and we kissed for a long time, lightly and gently. The blood raced through my veins.

He pulled away and asked, "Can I see you tonight?"

We went out to dinner that night and started talking and never stopped till we got back to my apartment. I told him most of my life's story, and he told me his. We were so at ease with each other, so honest. We couldn't believe it was happening. At least I couldn't. And he said so, too.

He was nuts about me. I knew it already. And soon he was nuts about the way I was sucking his cock. We rolled around on the bed until I finally pulled it from his pants and started fellating him. He was immediately knocked out by the pleasure rippling through his body and I sucked him till he came, without opening more than his zipper. He was in tears when I finished. He told me he had never felt anything like it.

Then it was his turn to give me pleasure. And he did. Perhaps more so than Greg ever had. He sucked on my pussy and made love to it with his mouth until I reached the highest orgasm I had ever experienced.

The next day was even better. We spent the entire day together, and then the whole night in his bed. We had oral sex again, but we spent much more time making love, hugging and kissing. I felt it happening to me again, as it had back in Two Forks when I met Greg for the first time. I was falling in love.

He was already in love with me. He told me so that night and I believed him. He seemed to care for me in such an honest, truthful way. He didn't seem to say anything he didn't mean. I could tell.

We have been together ever since. I wouldn't tell you all this, because I would have thought that perhaps it would all end in smoke and he would be added to my list of former tricks and that would be that. But after what happened last night, I knew my life had changed.

We were in bed, holding each other, his arms strong around me. Tom's long thick cock was pressed against my belly. He had one hand on my breast. Suddenly I felt his cock moving down my stomach, down to my pubic hair. It felt good as it pressed against the lips of my pussy.

Tom pulled his head back and looked into my eyes. I felt it then, too, even before he said it. I suddenly knew I wanted his beautiful cock up my pussy. I wanted to be fucked!

"Maggie, I want to fuck you," he whispered.

I took a deep breath and moved my hand down to his cock and took hold of it. I aimed it into my pussy and nodded my head. I don't think I was afraid. I trusted him so that I knew if it hurt too much or scared me he would stop.

I spread my legs. Tom pushed the head of his huge cock into the lips of my moist, quivering pussy. I shook in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I felt the thing I had feared for so long entering my body. I spread my legs even more and Tom looked into my eyes and smiled. I nodded again.

Then he slowly slid it in me. The pain was great at first, but I wanted that pain, I needed it. I pushed forward with my hips as the long organ buried itself inside me and rested there. I could feel it shaking as Tom looked to my face again to see if I was in pain. I looked up and smiled.

"Oh, Maggie, I love you," he said, as he began to slowly move his cock out of my cunt, then back in, then out again, and so on.

I thought I was going to faint. I had never experienced anything quite so wonderful. His body was in mine, was a part of mine, and soon he would fill my hot virginal pussy with his semen.

I liked it. I really did. All the fears, all the frustrations seemed to gradually drift away as a totally new kind of pleasurable experience enveloped my body and my mind and lifted me to new heights of passion.

Tom drove his long cock into me in long, even strokes, building his tempo as his orgasm neared. His hands pressed against my shoulders as he moaned with each thrust of his loins. His balls slapped against my ass.

Suddenly he froze and then rammed the entire length of his cock deep inside me and I could feel the hot jets of semen pouring from the tip of his gigantic organ. My pussy was heated now as the cum trickled down along his cock and rolled out down my asshole. He moved his hips slightly and more spurts of sperm filled my insides. I held tight to his heaving body, holding back the tears in my eyes.

I wouldn't let him withdraw until his cock had softened within me. When he did finally pull it out, I knew I would want it there again soon.

I'm not going to make any statements like "I know this is true love" or "I like fucking better than sucking" or anything like that. All I know is – and I'm being as honest as I can be – I've met a guy I like a lot and he loves me, I now know another way of having sex that can only add dimension to my life, and I'm going to go with it and see what happens.

Fucking will never take the place of the joy of having a thick cock in my warm mouth, but it will be a lot of fun in between sessions of sucking.

And Tom and me. I think something will work out.

Wish me luck. I'm Maggie. Saying 'bye for now.