Jed Cleland

Maggie_s moist mouth

CHAPTER ONE

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.

He spread his legs as wide as he could and I brought my hands around the back of his buttocks and started rubbing the hair between them. He was on fire by that time and so was I – my pussy was burning – I had to manipulate myself now, and so I brought one hand down to find my hard clitoris.

The pleasure was incredible. I started moving my head back and forth, using hard sucking movements on his long shaft, as I held tightly to his expanding balls, while my other hand nearly drove me out of my own mind with excitement.

He was watching as closely as he could. I looked up to see him looking at his cock sliding in and out of my expert lips. He touched my head with his hands and then brought his fingers down along his groin, till they wrapped around the bottom of his penis, where my mouth met his pubic hair every few seconds.

His fingers touched my lips, which were around the thick base of his cock, and forced them open so he could feel the fingers in there with his organ; fingers and cock, being sucked, licked, tickled with my tongue. He grooved on it all, my lips, my saliva, my face, his balls. His hands ran over his body, over my face, down under my chin. He was in ecstasy and I was nearing my climax.

I began sucking as hard as I could, pulling on his cock, drawing the full length of it into my throat, and then almost completely out till only the mushroom head stayed locked in my lips, and back in again. He had his right hand wrapped around the base of his organ, so each time I pressed forward my lips touched his fingers. His left hand was pulling my hair.

The pain of his manly grip on my hair, the feel of his huge hard cock violating my mouth, the sound of pleasure pouring from his lips in short gasps, the incredible glow on his face, and my hand working my little bud into a frenzy all drove me to the point where I could not hold back any longer. My hand felt the juices beginning to pour, and soon my legs were wet with the warm liquid of my orgasm.

I worked harder and harder until I heard him shout and felt him release the grasp on my hair. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them tightly as I felt them shake and jump in their sack. He came. He rammed his penis down my throat and held my head there, against his wet pubic hair, as the jets of cum poured from the end of his cock and floated down my throat without my even having to swallow.

I stayed there, even though he released his grip on my head, till the last of his white liquid had poured from the tip of his cock. He kept his balance, though I knew he was dizzy, until I released his balls from my hand and pulled my head from his cock. It fell from my lips and hung, half-limp already, against his leg. Then he fell to the floor and rolled onto his back, lying in front of me with his legs stretched.

I remember he just lay there moaning how great it had been, how fantastic, how he couldn't believe it. I believed him. Really, it had been great. His cock was so well-shaped, curved at just the right point to enter my throat, and the skin was so smooth and light. I'm hung-up on cocks, I guess. Well, I could think of a lot worse things to be hung-up on.

And so he stayed there, on the floor, for what seemed like hours, while I played with his soft cock. It was fascinating. Here was six inches of soft, gentle cock just resting there between his legs, and I took every advantage of it.

I kissed it and nibbled on it. He spread his legs and brought his hands up under his head to form a pillow for himself. He loved every minute of it! And so did I! I flicked it with my tongue and took it into my mouth. How different it felt! It amazed me how something so rubbery and gentle could grow into something so hard and powerful. I buried it in my mouth and licked the hairs at its base while I swirled it around with my tongue.

I let it slip out of my lips and I licked his balls, sliding my tongue over them till they were wet and slippery. Then I sucked them into my mouth at the same time. I love doing that, but it's hard to do, since the scrotum usually tightens when a guy's excited. But once in a while I'm lucky. Here he was, one of the few unusual ones. His balls hung inches from the base of his cock and I could get every bit of them into my mouth.

He brought his hand down and took hold of his cock. I watched as his tightened fingers began to slide up and down the organ as it grew hard. One moment it had been hanging there and now it was standing what seemed like feet above my face. I sucked hard at his balls, moving my teeth and tongue over the hairy warm skin, as I brought my little finger up to playfully rub the entrance to his asshole. He was in heaven.

My concentration was on that huge thing above me and I kept imagining what the eruption would be like. I dig sucking, and I dig getting sucked and fingered sometimes, but I also dig watching a guy shoot, especially if his cock is big and I can catch the load in my mouth, or lick it up afterwards.

So I watched him, watched his fist jerking his cock half off his body, felt his ass bump on the floor and his balls swim in my mouth. I thought, looking at that hand, how like my brother he looked. I'll tell you about my brother later, but this guy's cock looked incredibly like Billy's, the way it was shaped and the way his hand ran up and down it, almost hurting himself just the way Billy used to.

And he came the way Billy did, too. Like a man. I slammed my fingers straight up my cunt as I saw the shot from the end of his cock! It flew into the air and landed directly on my nose. Then it kept coming and I closed my eyes, for fear it would land there. I've had that happen before and I can tell you it burns! But it didn't hit my eyes. Just my face, all of my face, and after I knew it was finished, I released his throbbing balls and rolled my face all over his thighs, over his cock, his hand, over his balls. I licked and brushed it with my hair and I must have looked a mess when I got up off the floor, but who the hell gave a flying damn? I wasn't competing for any beauty contest. But I sure was winning the cocksucking contest!

Just when he left, I don't remember. I was in heaven. I think we stayed on the floor for hours. Anyway, he left very happy and I crawled into bed and fell asleep. It was only nine, but it had been a good night. And a tiring one, too.

CHAPTER TWO

I feel better – more relaxed – now that I've told you about last night. I was so excited by the incident, I just had to tell someone, to get it off my chest, so to speak! And now I can settle down and begin to tell you about myself, my life, and my loves.

I will concern myself only with sexual matters because I don't want to bore you; but when I really think about it, that's all that interests me anyway – most of my life has revolved around sexual matters. Sex has been the driving force in my life, it has been my existence. And I think it will be my future also.

I should begin with Billy, my brother, who introduced me to the world of sex. Later I can get to Greg – the guy who changed my life. I'm over the hurt of that now. I think I can tell the story with a good amount of objectivity.

I have a cigarette here burning next to me. A glass of Scotch is handy to keep me cool. And I'm ready to let down my hair and talk to you. So let's get going…

When people – especially in Hollywood – ask where I'm from, I tell them Milwaukee. Actually, the truth is I'm from a little dump called Two Forks, which is in the heart of the farm lands of Wisconsin, but Milwaukee sounds better.

Thus, Two Forks is where I was born and raised. On a farm just outside the city. I'm the only girl in the family. I have a brother four years older; I'm almost twenty-one, so Billy is twenty-four. But I always think of him at the age of sixteen – for a very special reason.

Billy was sixteen that day I first saw him playing with himself in the barn. I can't remember much of anything regarding sex until that time. Oh, I played with myself before that, and I remember seeing Billy naked when we were little kids, but nothing more than that. Being brought up on a farm taught me about sex quite early for it wasn't possible to watch the horses and other animals go through the act of intercourse and not know exactly what they were doing.

But, even though that kind of freedom and education was there, my parents were strict Catholics. Questions about sex were never asked for fear of getting a mouthful of Fels Naptha soap, the stuff Mom cleaned the floors with. She did it to Billy once when he asked what "motherfucker" meant. I never attempted to ask a question regarding sex after that.

Instead, I always asked Billy, or a few of my girlfriends at the little country school we all went to. A few years later I realized how uneducated I was in the matter of sex. At that time I had nothing to go on but hearsay. Until that day in the barn.

Billy's birthday party was great fun. Any kind of party was fun on the farm – we had acres of land and used it to play games and ride the horses. Mother made the best apple cider in the Midwest and all of us kids longed for it, especially since we were allowed only to drink it on special occasions.

After the party was over, and the guests had all departed, Mother asked me to carry two of the empty cider bottles to the storeroom in the main barn. Normally that would have been Billy's job, but no one had seen him since the last few guests left. We figured he had gone for a walk with his dog, Corky. So I picked up the two jugs and carried them toward the barn.

The side door of the main barn was open, which was unusual because Dad had finished milking the cows almost an hour before and he always kept the doors closed. I walked into the barn and looked around. Seeing nothing unusual – I thought a stray animal might have pushed the door open – I turned to leave. Just as I was about to step out of the barn I heard Corky bark.

I turned, wondering where the sound had come from. Corky barked again. This time I could tell the sound was coming from the far side of the building, behind the huge threshing machine. I began to walk toward it when I heard Billy telling Corky to be quiet.

I can't remember why I didn't call to him, or ask where he was hiding. Perhaps I really knew something was going on – I sensed Billy was doing something secret he would want to hide. So I walked near the threshing machine very quietly and set the bottles down on the floor.

Billy was behind a large partition that separated a corner of the barn from the main area. It was a place where we stored bushel baskets and scarecrows and such things. There was a bale of hay on the floor. Billy was sitting on top of it. His pants were down around his ankles.

I stopped dead, breathless – he couldn't see me – and stared at him. I had seen him naked when we had been young and for some reason had always thought his penis, the size it was then, would be the same now. I never had any idea it could grow! And so I was shocked when I saw what stood between his legs.

Let me tell you right here that Billy was beautiful – still is – in a very masculine way. He may have been my brother, but I had always been attracted to him. I would get excited at school when I would overhear the other girls talking about him, how good-looking he was, how they would give anything to have a date with him, how they thought he looked like a movie star. I was proud that he was my brother!

So you can imagine my shock when I stood there looking at my handsome brother almost naked. His eyes were shut tight and the intense expression on his face was almost frightening. His whole body seemed to be concentrating on his hand which was running up and down along the thing between his legs.

And what a thing! I can remember even now the tingle I felt through my entire body as I watched him beat it up and down. It filled his hand completely and the head was a dark color, darker than the shaft or the fingers of his hand. Each time he drove his hand up it, the huge sac between his legs lifted and fell. And everything was surrounded by thick dark hair. I was mesmerized.

Looking back now, it couldn't have been but a minute before he came. At the time it seemed like hours. He worked his hand up and down the long organ as Corky sat in front of him watching. His pants were in a clump around his feet and his underpants were about thigh-high, and I thought they would rip because he kept spreading his legs farther apart. The look on his face changed to a big grin and his moans seemed to transform into light sighs. Then it happened.

White liquid shot from the tip! I couldn't believe it at first – I thought something terrible had happened. But I recovered quickly as I watched the look of absolute pleasure come over Billy's face as the liquid shot up onto his shirt and into the air. Corky barked as some of the semen hit his nose, which sounds funny now, but at the time seemed to add to the unbelievability of the scene.

I thought it would never stop. It finally did, of course, but it all seemed in slow motion before the final gush ran down his hand. I watched as he leaned back and relaxed, bracing himself with both hands. His cock flapped back against his stomach and started getting soft. The head was still there! I thought it had exploded. There was white thick liquid all down the long organ, on the sac between his legs, and even on his undershorts.

Billy sat like that for a moment and then sat up straight and looked down at his penis. He seemed quite happy. I didn't know if it was because of his birthday party or because of what had just taken place. I guessed it was the latter. And, of course, I was right.

I was still standing there like a frozen statue when he stood up and pulled his undershorts up and over the long-hanging organ. It was after he began to buckle his belt that I realized I wasn't supposed to be there and had better run fast or be caught. Of course I didn't know then that Billy liked to have an audience when he masturbated. But I was to learn it very soon.

I crept away, none too soon, and hid behind the threshing machine till he and Corky had left the barn. Then I got up and returned the bottles to the storeroom and made my way back to the house. I can remember clearly that there was a strange feeling down between my legs that night. I was excited. I don't think that feeling has ever quite left me.

I was so amazed by the incident I fell asleep immediately that night. But a week later, when I witnessed the same situation in the barn, I couldn't fall asleep at all.

After supper, that particular evening, Billy said he and Corky were going to walk down the road and back around the huge cornfield. I asked to go along, but Billy said he wanted to be alone – I think he said he had to memorize his Latin for class the next day. So they left, but when they did I noticed something in Billy's eyes that told me I should follow them and see just where they would end up. Sure enough he made for the bale of hay, just like the first time.

They had cut through the cornfield – not around it as Billy had said – and gone directly into the main barn. I followed and entered behind them. This time I was more cautious. I found a slit in the boards of the partition that afforded me good protection from Billy's gaze, and still gave me a perfect view of the action.