Maggie

Hi, my name is Maggie. I'm 45 and the mother of three daughters. My husband, Trevor, is a manager in the local hospital and we've been residents of this small town in Pennsylvania for over twenty years.

What do I look like? Well, some people have said that I have more than a passing resemblance to Meg Ryan but they may just be flattering me. I do have short blonde hair and dimples when I smile and I'm petite at just over 5'4." I'm proud to say that despite three pregnancies I still have toned skin and no flab and I think most people would find me friendly and attractive.

I've been a secretary, a bank teller, and a credit analyst but lately, I've been a stay-at-home Mom, a role that I treasure. So, in a lot of ways I'm just an average housewife living in Middle America. There is one thing about me however that no one, except Trevor, knows. I'm attracted to and love male cocks. I think they are the most beautiful things God has ever created. Trevor has certainly benefited from my lust, but as you will learn, he wasn't the only one. I've worshiped, tasted, and sucked more penises than I can count, so much so, that Trevor has helped me document my obsession. I now have over twenty videos of me and we've called it "Maggie's Collection." Trevor and I look at these often, usually as a prelude to our lovemaking, but sometimes I sit alone and watch, remembering the taste, smell, and texture of each cock as I held it in my mouth or allowed the man to fill it with his delicious cum.

Lest you think that I am simply a whore or a slut, let me inform you that I do not allow the men I suck to touch me or fuck me. I do sometimes remove my blouse and bra to free my breasts, but I've only been doing that since we began the video collection as the sight of my naked tits is a turn-on for Trevor. Before then, I never undressed, so I was always fully clothed while I insisted that the man be totally naked.

As to my oral obsession, I think it may be hardwired in my psyche. I sucked my thumb for years after most children had kicked the habit and I have always chewed on my fingers. I still have a habit, particularly when I'm concentrating on something, of holding my forefinger against my lips as I lick it with my tongue.

With the onset of puberty, I had the usual "birds and the bees" conversation with my mother, but even more so with my girlfriends and that's when I learned about blowjobs. Of course, I knew that boys had penises and girls had pussies, but I'd never considered that sucking a male cock was a thing. I remember the conversation as if was yesterday. There were four of us and one of the girls had an older brother who had explained the act and she was relating it to us. When she got to the "meat" of the subject, the other two girls just scrunched up their faces and said "Eeewww," I didn't say anything, but I remembered that not only wasn't I grossed out, I actually wondered how it would feel. Later, hot dogs began to fascinate me and I would take one from the refrigerator and let it get warm. Then, I would hold it in front of my face and pretend. I would lick it with my tongue or hold the side between my lips before pushing it into my mouth. I loved the feeling of it being there and I imagined that a male penis would probably feel similar, but I had to wait a few more years to confirm that fact. In the meantime, I embarked on a self-directed education on exactly what that mysterious organ that boys had between their legs. I consulted medical books and found a few pictures that only increased my fascination. I didn't have any brothers that I could spy on and my father was obviously out of the question, so I began to search for a volunteer.

Exactly why I thirst for the opportunity to bury my face into the genitals of men is somewhat of a mystery, even to me. But I do, and I have lost any shame about my fetish if I ever had any.

It was my friend Ryan who was responsible for introducing me to the 'oral arts.' We were classmates in high school. Ryan was more of a friend than a 'boyfriend,' but we talked often and openly about all kinds of subjects, including sex.

One day, I admitted my girlish ignorance of the male body in general and men's genitals in particular. Some of my girlfriends had told me about 'blowjobs,' and I had all kinds of questions about that. Ryan tried to answer some of them, but we both soon realized that words alone would not suffice. A demonstration would be necessary. It took place in his bedroom the next day. We were sitting on his bed when he began.

"You know I feel a special bond with you," he said. And with that, he brought my right hand to rest on his groin. The bulge in Ryan's pants was obvious even in the dim light.

He said, "What do you feel?"

I responded, "I feel your dick, of course, silly. It feels bigger than I expected." Ryan put his hand over mine and when he pressed down, I felt his cock jump in the palm of my hand. "Go ahead, open my pants," he said.

I hesitated for a moment, then started undoing Ryan's belt. I soon had that undone and the fly down and he lifted his rear so he could pull his pants down. His boxers still hid his penis from my view and I reached to remove them as well.

"Wait," Ryan said. "Play with it a little first." I looked up at him and then grasped what looked like a log running down one pant leg of the boxers. I squeezed it lightly and thought I felt it pulse and when I squeezed a few more times I could feel it growing harder and longer in my hand.

Ryan glanced at my hand and then he said, "Okay, pull it out through the fly." I tried, but the slit turned out to be too small to permit my hand filled with his cock to pull it through, so I just reached into his waistband and revealed it that way.

Other than the pictures, Ryan's was the first male penis that I'd ever seen, and it was only a few inches away from my face. The head was about the size of a quarter and I noticed the little piss hole in the end. My small hand barely fit around the shaft and I could tell that he still was not completely erect. At the time I didn't understand that Ryan's cock was circumcised and it wasn't until later that I saw one that was still au natural, but I thought it was beautiful and I could feel moisture in my panties as I looked at it.

"My God Ryan," I'm sure I gasped. "It is so big! Do you mean to tell me you're able to fit this inside a girl's pussy. I just can't imagine that," I said. Truthfully. Having felt the pain of inserting just my small finger, the prospect of Ryan's hard member penetrating me was a prospect that I found terrifying.

"Well, we'll be leaving that maybe until sometime later, so don't worry about that now, just take it in your hand and rub the head lightly," he said.

I did as he told me and I could feel it grow a little more. "Okay," Ryan said. "This is important, you see the head? The underside of the head is very sensitive. It is where a lot of nerve endings come together. Rubbing lightly on this area is like rubbing your clitoris. Licking it is even better. See the ridge around the head? That's also sensitive. Rubbing the shaft up and down feels good and it's how you make me cum."

I started doing what Ryan had instructed, and sure enough, his cock responded, and within a few minutes Ryan was fully hard. His shaft had lengthened a bit more but had thickened too.

"Wow, I cannot believe how big you are. It's gotten so stiff. My God, I've never done anything like this. It's so cool," I said.

The waistband of his boxers still pressed against Ryan's balls and he told me that it was uncomfortable, so I reached and as he lifted his hips I drew them down to his knees. With his genitals now totally exposed, I leaned back to gaze at Ryan's cock and now bared testicles and felt something that felt like a pulse of pleasure emanating from my clit. Was I becoming sexually aroused by this exploration?

I tentatively reached and slid my hand beneath Ryan's ball sack and pressed upward to hold what felt like two small eggs in the palm of my hand. I noticed that he had some light hair on his scrotum and his sparse pubic hair was the identical sandy brown that crowned his head. I was aware that I was staring, but I was in awe of the display of raw masculinity that hung directly in front of my face. My trance was broken when Ryan, who had been watching my reaction, finally spoke. "You can feel them," he said.

I took the nuts in my hand and very lightly rolled them between my fingers, feeling how they slid around inside the sack. I was trying to be gentle as I played and by Ryan's moan, it appeared that it was giving him pleasure to feel my touch there. "How does it feel to you," he asked.

"Your balls feel so different. They're so soft and I can feel them slipping between my fingers, and the sack feels soft too. Your balls hold your sperm, right?" I asked, even though I knew the answer, and as I said that I noticed something; "Ryan, there's a drop leaking out of your pee hole. Are you coming?" I asked naively.

Ryan chuckled and explained that it was a drop of pre-cum and that every man releases some as he becomes aroused. It's a lubricant that nature produces to ease the entry of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina. He suggested that I should lean down and lick the head of his cock and taste it.

I had to look up at Ryan's face to see if he was serious in suggesting that I should touch his penis with my mouth or tongue. When I realized that he was, I looked back and I remember licking my lips as I thought about whether this was a step that I was prepared to take. Despite all of my playful moments with hot dogs, I was filled with uncertainty. I know that I hesitated, but a moment later I tentatively leaned forward and extended my tongue to touch just the very tip of Ryan's dick. I lapped the drop onto my mouth and paused. As I drew my tongue back into my mouth, I savored the taste for a second and said, "It doesn't taste bad. Actually, there isn't much taste. Kind of bland I guess, and maybe a little salty."

"Do you like it," Ryan asked.

"It's okay," I said. "Not bad." It was a truthful statement at the moment but doesn't reflect the love for that clear essence that soon developed.

With a quick glance at Ryan's face, I leaned forward again and this time pressed my lips against the head of his penis. I immediately realized that I loved the feel of his spongy head and I licked all around the crown, lapping up the pre-cum that I'd missed the first time. As my tongue slipped around to the underside of his shaft, I became aware that I had unintentionally slipped my lips over his head and that he was now about an inch into my mouth. I remember thinking, "What the hell," and I just pushed and felt another two inches of him fill me. At this point, I stopped and looked up into his eyes. I imagined what he saw; young, shy, and naive Maggie gazing at him with her mouth ovaled around and filled with his hard cock. My image of myself sent another jolt through my clitoris and I had to stifle an urge to feel myself.

Up to that point, Ryan had taken on the role of instructor, but now that my mouth had been breached, Maggie was letting nature take over. I weighed Ryan's meat filling my mouth and massaged the underside as it lay on top of my tongue. Then I pulled back a couple of inches before pushing forward and reclaiming the lost territory. I repeated this several more times and was rewarded by the sound of Ryan's breathing turn to a series of "hummmmm's and aaaaaah's,"

Though I'd never had a cock in my mouth until just a few minutes ago, Ryan's moans of obvious pleasure were giving me a rapid increase in confidence that what I was doing was right, so I decided to just follow my intuition. I removed his dick and noted that it was now covered by my saliva. Then I tilted my head and licked his balls, which brought more groans and moans from Ryan. By the time I worked my way back up his shaft to the head, I noticed he had leaked a large amount of additional pre-cum and it was running down the head over the ridge and down the shaft. Ryan's veins were starting to bulge a bit in his shaft and the head felt to my tongue like it was harder than before. I had decided that I liked the musky salty taste of his masculine pre-cum and I licked it up enthusiastically.

I returned my lips to capture his shaft and soon they were stretched taut around the head which I licked with my trapped tongue and began sucking the head with increasing pressure. Just as before, I moved from the head to engulf more of Ryan's steel and soon I'd adopted a tempo that consisted of sliding my mouth down his shaft with loose or no pressure but once I felt comfortably filled, to firm my lips and using pressure from my tongue slide him back out, circle his glans and repeat. Soon, I had Ryan gasping with every stroke.

I had only been engaged for a couple of minutes, but I had already felt him firm even stiffer in my mouth and his gasps had become huskier. I had no experience in what to look for as a man approached ejaculation, so I appreciated it when Ryan provided a verbal progress report.

"Maggie," I heard him gasp, "you're getting me very close, just stop for a minute." Obediently, I removed him from my mouth, licked to moisten my dry lips, and waited for instructions about what he wanted me to do.

Ryan began, "When I'm about to cum, you may be able to guess for yourself, because I'll tense up, my balls will tighten and my cock will expand a bit more just before my release, but, you need to be ready. I haven't cum for a few days and I suspect that I may surprise you with how much. Do you think you're ready to take it in your mouth?"

I was embarrassed that I hadn't considered what I was going to do, and I surprised myself when I felt my head give an affirmative nod. "Oh shit," I thought. I had just reacted without due consideration, but now I felt committed. The inner me stated what I already knew, "Ryan was going to cum in my mouth!" I wondered if I would puke.

As I went back to work on his cock, he had one last piece of advice. "Try to swallow as fast as you can, but if it gets to be too much, just open your mouth and let it fall out, but if you can, keep sucking me until I finish." Again I instinctively nodded and awaited the inevitable.

The discussion had calmed some of Ryan's passion, so I worked hard to restore the moaning and groaning that he was gasping out before the pause, but It didn't take long, and within minutes I had him practically squirming and his groans were becoming more urgent. As he'd warned me, I felt his balls tightening in their sack and his shaft jerked into rigid firmness.

When Ryan groaned through gritted teeth, I felt the head of his cock expand inside my mouth but even with his warning, I was not prepared for what followed. The first pulse reached the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. I fought hard not to jerk my head away and I worked my throat muscles and succeeded in swallowing most of Ryan's first load. The next salvo flooded my mouth but was delivered not so deep and I found it more difficult because his thick cock acted like a dam preventing me from marshaling the cum to my throat, so my mouth was still basically full when I felt his third pulse. I couldn't breathe and swallowed again to try and clear my airways. I was able to grab a bit of air through my half-clogged nose, but it was just too much in too short a time. I could feel Ryan's semen dripping from the corners of my mouth still ovaled around his pulsating shaft.

Ryan had moaned throughout his release and his body spasmed in a series of ever-weakening jerks until he lay still and weakly groaned. I pulled his now much-deflated cock from my mouth and looked at it in awe. It was inconceivable to me that the flaccid and softening shaft that I now held in my hand was the very instrument that had just wreaked such havoc in my mouth.

When I looked at him. Ryan's head was back on a pillow and his eyes were screwed shut. I looked back at his dick and noticed a large drop of white forming at the tip as it softened. I realized this was just a meager drop compared to what I had already consumed, so I leaned in and licked it off his cockhead. Ryan groaned at the touch of my tongue. Thinking this was a good thing I licked him more but he soon begged me to stop with his hands. I soon realized that his cock must have become ultra-sensitive.

I tried to wipe away the excess cum that had escaped and was now running down my face and hanging off my chin, and I considered the taste that I was savoring in my mouth. I found that the oily musky and slightly salty flavor reminded me of the taste of raw oysters, and despite the drink from a firehose that I'd just experienced I was beginning to like not only the taste but the aftertaste as well.

Later, Ryan asked me the obvious question, "What did you think?"

"I think I liked it. It was a little intense when you first started to cum. I wasn't prepared for the force or the amount or how quickly it comes out, but I'll know better next time. Its taste may need some getting used to, but already I'm running my tongue around in my mouth seeking to find remnants, so I think that it may be something that I might come to enjoy. "Do all guys cum as much as you," I asked?

"Probably not," he answered. "I normally don't cum that much but it's been a few days and I was excited that I would be the first for you. I think you just brought out the best in me tonight,"

Ryan's demonstration opened the floodgates. From that point on, I guess I developed a 'reputation.' I became popular and was invited out often, so much so, that my girlfriends said that I was becoming a party girl. I knew that my willingness, nay eagerness, to take my dates' cocks into my mouth played no small part in my increasing popularity.

And so it was through high school and college. I had a couple of semi-serious romances, but both guys became too possessive and I was the one that broke things off. During these brief romances, I remained faithful, but I still had wandering eyes. A hunk with a bulge in his jeans would not only attract my gaze but would also fire my imagination. The image of Maggie's mouth ovaled around a stiff male cock was almost a certainty whenever this happened. Unfortunately, I was terrible at disguising my lust and it was the cause of a few dates that ended earlier than I had planned.

I met Trevor in my senior year at college and he immediately impressed me in several ways. Firstly, he was an Aussie and I was immediately taken by his Australian version of the English Language. Second, he was not only ruggedly handsome but was self-confident without bragging. Thirdly, he never gave me the impression that I was his possession. This last feature became important one night before our graduation.

Trevor and I had been an item for several months and I was developing the feelings that women do when they think that the man they're with could be "The One." We were lying snuggled up in the bed in his apartment. I could still taste his cum in my mouth from the blowjob that I'd administered earlier in the evening and we were just savoring the afterglow of sexual satisfaction when Trevor asked if I'd thought about the kind of husband I wanted.

I was surprised by his question, and I probably should have been more cautious with my answer, but I had been fantasizing about it for so long that it just sort of came out. I said that I wanted someone who loved me so much that I could tell them anything and never fear that they would judge me. Of course, that response led him to ask me what judgment was I afraid of and I confessed my oral obsession with men.

Trevor was quiet for a long time after I finished and I was sure that I'd really stepped in it and was mentally preparing myself for the end of our relationship when he cupped my chin in his hand and lifted it so that we were looking into each other's eyes.