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.