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.