Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

I landed in San Francisco and checked into a hotel downtown.

I can't remember how I first met Master – that's all I ever heard him called – but I sure do remember that I lived with him for as long as I could bear it. He was the "King" of the hippy-drug-subculture that existed in San Francisco, and I drifted into his crowd when I had no money and was searching the streets again in hopes of finding a cock to satisfy me and a man to give me money.

He made me strip naked in front of a large group of his "family" – a zoo of people, about twenty hard-core drug addicts, runaway teenagers, older dropouts from society – and show off my body. He sat at the end of the large room in the rotting Victorian mansion, staring at my pussy and breasts. I may have been hungry and depressed, but my body was still beautiful.

"You like to ball?" he asked me in a deep voice, in front of the others.

"No."

"What do you do?"

"I suck cock."

There was a murmur amongst the crowd and Master stood up and motioned for me to join him in another room. I picked up my clothes and walked through the doorway, following him. We went down the hall till we came to a room with only a mattress on the floor. He sat on the mattress and told me to shut the door. I obeyed.

"Keep your clothes off," he said, staring up at me. He was incredibly handsome and had the darkest eyes of anyone I had ever seen. His hair was shoulder length and he had a dark beard. He was wearing a long robe and had a string of beads around his neck. His right wrist was covered by a large leather band.

"Turn around," he said. I obeyed. I turned and stood with my naked buttocks facing him.

"Why doesn't a girl like you enjoy getting balled? How about in the ass?"

"No, not at all." I turned back to him. "I was raped when I was in high school and ever since that I just don't go for it."

He paused for a moment, looking away from me, thinking. "You really give good head?"

"The best."

"Show me," he said, almost defiantly. It made me mad, the way he shot the words at me, and so I was determined to suck him as he had never been sucked before.

I pushed him back on the mattress and lifted the robe up to his waist. He wasn't wearing anything under it. His cock was perfect – I mean it fit him, fit his body. It wasn't real long – about seven inches – but it was extremely thick, fat, especially at the base. I couldn't wait to feel it between my teeth.

He pulled the robe over his head as I started playing with his penis. He spread his legs and propped his arms under his head, as if telling me to go ahead and try to make him come! He was the most arrogant person I had ever met and I hated that immediately and yet was fascinated by him because he was so different. There was something about him, something I could not explain if I tried – something almost magical, mystical.

But his cock was very real. There was nothing magical about it – it was as human as any, and I treated it like any. I pushed it down my throat and wrapped my mouth around the length of it. He did nothing to help me. He wouldn't even lift his hips.

I sucked at the tip for a long time, rubbing my tongue under the glans, waiting for some response from him. His balls were drawn up in his scrotum so they appeared almost flat against his hairy groin. But there was no movement, no sound of approval just a stare from his deep dark eyes.

I licked at the shaft and then ran my tongue over his tight balls, and down between his legs, lightly flicking the tip of it at his hairy asshole – but still no response. I figured he had to be liking it. His cock was hard as a rock and his balls were drawn up, excited, and he was breathing hard. But nothing. Just the stare.

I tried some more, sucking up and down his fat cock till my lips actually hurt, but nothing happened. Finally I pulled my mouth away and looked at him. He smiled.

"Come here, get on me like this…" he pushed me into my favorite position, on top of him in a sixty-nine. My pussy was directly over the bearded face and I sank my mouth over his cock once again. But this time I did get a response, one that I wasn't counting on.

Suddenly, Master brought his arms around my buttocks and pressed my cunt to his face as he sat up on the bed. My body felt as if it was going to bend and break, and his force pushed my head down hard on his groin and his cock slammed against the back of my throat.

Then he stood up. He held tight and lifted me into the air and held my pussy tight against his lips. I grabbed his thighs, just near his ass, and kept my head glued to his penis. He held me there, against him, upside down. Blood rushed to my head and I felt dizzy for a second as I realized what he had done. I still sucked his cock as hard as I could, and I could feel his tongue searching the inside of my pussy.

I spread my legs in the air so my cunt opened wide under his lips, and I moved my feet wildly so the lips of my pussy contracted and spread, allowing his tongue to find my clitoris in one easy movement. He licked circles around the tiny hard bud as I practically chewed on his burgeoning penis.

We fell back to the mattress and pulled our bodies away from one another. Master knelt on the sheet next to me, looking down at my body. I lay there, facing him, my legs spread. He touched my nipples, pinching them between his fingers. Then he rubbed my pussy and let his middle finger slide all the way up it. Then he pulled it out.

The next thing I knew he was on top of me, kneeling over my chin, his balls brushing against my lips as he pulled on his cock. I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of his scrotum, then at the hard hairy flesh beneath it. He moved down a few inches so his cock was hanging over my face. Then he took it in his right hand and began slapping it against my lips.

I tried to get it into my mouth, but he wouldn't let me. He held it and banged it against my face, hard, stinging me on my cheek. I cried out, thinking he was only playing and wanted me to suck it again. But he wouldn't let me get it into my lips. All he kept doing was slapping it against my face. It began to hurt.

"Please, let me suck it…" I whimpered, but he wasn't listening. He beat his cock against my face in a rage now, becoming more excited each time the organ struck me. It hit my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks and lips, my nose. I begged him to stop. I dug my nails into his buttocks, the more I protested the more he kept it up.

I was fighting back tears when I felt the first gush of sticky fluid hit my face. I looked up to see his thick penis striking my face with a line of white liquid falling from it, splashing against my eyelids and my hair, hitting my flesh with its wet tip.

He came all over my face, still slapping his cock against my flesh with a lack of compassion. His balls shook with each spurt and he moaned like a wounded animal. I was covered with cum.

Immediately after the last of the semen left his organ, he jumped up and walked out of the room. He was gone only for a minute when the door opened again and he stepped in. He was still naked, but his cock was soft now between his strong hairy legs.

"You'll do. You can stay," he said softly, and then left again.

I didn't know what to think. It was a place to stay, a place to call home for a while. I kinda liked him even though I suspected he would turn out to be a cruel bastard. It was another life, another world, and that's what I wanted to find. I had left the other one.

My life with Master and the Family was strange, hectic, painful, but at times – and not too often – beautiful. I remember one day when we all went to the mountains and took off our clothes and romped through the woods. It was a free feeling, being naked in God's beautiful forest, and it reminded me of the time Billy and I played naked in the forest near the farm.