Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

Hi. My name is Maggie and I love to suck cock. That is about as honest and blunt as I can be. Really, I hope that doesn't turn you off, because I've been wanting to tell my story for a long time now, and since I'm finally sitting here picking away at my typewriter, I want you to like me and enjoy my story. It's all true.

I could go on and on telling you how I was born and all that biological crap, but it would just bore you. Later, I'll get to it. Right now, I want to tell you what's on my mind. Last night, the thing that happened last night!

You see, I live in this apartment house in Hollywood, one of the "swinging singles" places where all the apartments surround the big swimming pool and everyone knows everyone else's business. Anyway, I happened to be sitting out by the pool last evening, reading a bit, but mostly relaxing and dreaming, when it suddenly came to me that I was being watched.

I had never seen him before. He was sitting on the opposite edge of the pool, staring, really staring at me. I know guys always look at me, because I'm damned attractive, but usually they turn away when they realize I've caught them staring. Not this one. His eyes were glued to me. All of me.

I brushed my hair from my face and let my hand slowly descend my neck till it reached my breasts. I stopped my fingers there, in the crevice between them, above the white material of my bikini top. He smiled and continued to stare.

I felt the usual feeling coming over me; I wanted him to stand up. I wanted to pull his swimming trunks down and take his cock in my lips and suck him off right there next to the pool. It's a compulsion. It's what I do best in life. It's my thing, as they say.

I took a good look at the guy as his eyes focused on mine. He was handsome, dark and tan, with huge eyes and a light, almost childlike smile. But that was the only childlike thing about him. He certainly had a good body and when he stood up I saw the huge bulge in the front of his trunks.

I'm pretty good at sizing guys up right away, not that it makes any difference, really. I like cocks, any size and shape, just so they're in my mouth where I can do nice things to them. I knew I would have this guy, knew I had to have him.

He stood up and stared directly at my legs. I spread them open a bit and set my book directly over my pubic area, teasingly. The guy didn't move, didn't blink. He brought his eyes back to my face and I licked my tongue around my lips. I could see his bulge getting even larger.

My pussy was getting warm as my blood rushed through my body. I was aware of nothing but desire then, and I think he sensed it somehow. He walked toward me, slowly, still looking directly into my eyes. I just stared at the tight trunks he was wearing, as if they had mesmerized me into some state of sexual hypnosis. He stopped only inches from my chair and I couldn't pull my eyes from the place where his hairy legs came together.

"Hi," he said, almost in a whisper.

I turned my head up and smiled. "Hi yourself," I said.

"Live here?" he asked, still standing above me. His crotch was just inches from my face.

"Yes. Do you? I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm just visiting my pal from college. He lives in 3-A."

I immediately wondered if his friend in 3-A had told him about me. I had done nearly every good-looking and available guy in the building, but I couldn't remember who exactly lived in 3-A.

"Sit down," I told him. He did so, crossing his legs on the cement in front of my chair. "I wonder if I know your friend? What's his name?"

"Oh, he only moved in here a few days ago. I doubt that you'd know him. Name's Tom Lingon."

I didn't know him, but I made up my mind at that moment that I was certainly going to get to know him. New man in the building? I'm the welcome wagon!

I can't remember another thing we talked about. Honestly, it just seemed so unimportant, so trivial, such a waste of time. We were discussing something dumb when I asked him if I could suck his cock.

"What?"

"You heard me. Can I suck your cock?"

"Wow. I mean wow!" He was speechless for a few moments while he grooved on what I had said, but I didn't want him to just think about it, I wanted him to experience it!

"Please, I'd love to suck you off. You look like you'd be up to shooting a good load in my mouth." I thought I had stunned him because he looked like he was going to turn purple and fall in the pool.

"No one has ever said anything like that to me in my life!" he babbled.

"Well, I just did, and I meant it!" I said, standing up. I smiled, one of my really sensual smiles, and I don't mean to say it was forced. I wanted him more than anything in the world at that moment and my tits were hard inside my bikini top, hard as rocks. They always get hard when I'm excited.

He stopped talking. I reached out my hand and led him across the patio to my apartment door. We were inside in a flash and I locked the door.

The poor guy hardly knew what hit him! I mean, here this guy gives me an interested look and in a moment he's being dragged into a strange apartment by a girl with a leer on her face! I do get carried away, but I understand myself. I wonder what that guy was thinking at the time? He probably was wondering what the hell was happening. He just stood there, not knowing what to do next.

Only the light near the couch was on, and I didn't bother turning it off, you have to understand. I wasn't thinking about romance or wanting to do a whole scene where it's great to see everything. I just wanted to do him.

I stood in front of him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He brought his hands up and touched my back gently, as if he were a bit afraid. I whispered for him to undo my top and he did and it dropped to the floor. He looked down at my tits. I held my shoulders back, which made the nipples stand out straight, and pressed against his hairy, naked chest. He groaned and I felt the bulge in his trunks pushing at my thighs.

"You've got beautiful breasts," he said, holding me to him.

"You've got a hard cock," I returned, pressing my lower half as tightly to him as I could. We kissed a few times and I felt his hands pulling my bikini off my buttocks. I stepped back and the little roll of material fell to my feet as I stepped out of them. I stood naked and proud before him and he stepped back to observe me closely. I could tell he liked what he saw.

Then it was my turn. In one fast swoop, I pulled his trunks from his body. His cock sprang out and stood up in front of him, bobbing up and down. I was right, it was long – I guessed at least eight inches – and very fat. The head was rounded and thick – reminded me of a fresh mushroom I saw at the Ranch Market just the other day – and his balls hung low between his legs, swinging there as his penis bounced.

I brought my fingertips to the head and touched it lightly. He loved it. His legs parted and his eyes closed and a moan came from somewhere deep within his throat. I fell to my knees and held the huge thing in both hands.

"Listen, you don't have to, we can fuck if…"

I had heard it so many times. I just said simply, "Don't think, just relax. I don't like fucking. I want to give you pleasure, and this is the best way I can do it."

He looked down at me, happy but a bit shocked at my honest remarks.

"Baby," I said, still holding his cock between the palms of my hands, "You have a beautiful cock and I'm dying for you to come in my mouth! Please!"

I thought he was going to cry! He looked as if he had just won a million dollars. He nodded his head and closed his eyes and waited.

I brought the tip of it to my lips and kissed it. Already there was a tiny drop of semen on the end, and I licked it off and swirled it around my lips. I took the head in my mouth, slowly sliding it along my tongue, until it touched the back of my throat. I bit slightly with my teeth and felt his entire body shiver.