Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

Another time we had a feast – someone had ripped off a grocery store the night before – and we cooked turkeys, chickens, vegetables, rice, just about everything we had and invited every bum and derelict on the streets of San Francisco. I had never seen a happier bunch of people.

But those were the exceptional occasions. Most of the time, things were not so good. Life at Master's wasn't as bad as life on the streets but it had its own trying moments.

Everyone would have to get up at six in the morning for "meditation" – on the roof. We would wake the entire house and go up on the roof and sit in the sun or the rain or the fog for about twenty minutes while we prayed to the Gods that things be "cool" or "good" or something like that. Master was the ruler and he was regarded as infallible as the Pope. No one ever disobeyed him.

If he wanted his cock sucked in the middle of the afternoon, he ordered someone to do it and that person did it or faced being thrown out on the street. At Master's you always could count on good food, good dope, and a good time. Everyone did their own thing – straight, homosexual, lesbian, it didn't matter. No one cared as long as the persons were happy.

It was rough for me, especially for me, to watch any homosexual couplings without getting upset. My memories of Greg were so vivid that I almost ran out of the house that night when Master asked us to watch two guys – I had to admit they were beautiful men – fucking and sucking. But I forced myself to stay and in time came to accept it as part of the life of the house.

Getting roughed up was part of the life of the house also and I was often the recipient of Master's sadistic impulses. He would tie me to four bedposts and beat me with his cock especially on my face and breasts. He loved my pussy and never hurt me there. Often he would suck on it for hours, gently, especially when he was tripping on mescaline.

But more often than not I was beaten, by his hand as well as his cock. If he didn't like the way I had been acting, he'd beat me till I fell to the floor and then would caress me and hug me until I forgave him. Or other, times he would order another guy in the house to beat me and then Master himself would beat the guy, screaming at him for hurting me. He was a strange man, but I always had a great attraction to him and I did forgive anything he ever did to me.

Master had a thing for me that he didn't have for any of the other girls in the house. There was something about me he liked more than anyone and he often went to great lengths to show it. I always rode his motorcycle with him. I was invited to share his bed, often with Paulo, a hunky Italian boy he also had a thing for, and the three of us would make love. I sometimes sucked them both at the same time while one of them ate my pussy and the other licked at my anus.

But because Master liked me in a special way, he was easily upset when I was attracted to anyone else. Jealousy can be a bad thing. I was his woman, and I loved him in my way, but I needed to suck other cocks as well as his and he couldn't understand that. He didn't mind if I gave Paulo a blow job because he loved Paulo and was jealous about him also, but as for anyone else, he would throw them out of the house or cut off their drugs or beat them bloody if he caught them with me. And, of course, then he'd beat me till I could hardly walk.

My biggest mistake came one night when we had two guys staying at the house for that evening only. They were hitching their way across the country and they both must have been about eighteen years old. They asked us if they could crash for the night and we told them they could, since they were nice honest kids, and they went to sleep in the spare room down the hall from Master's bedroom.

I had noticed the sandy-haired kid – one had sandy hair and the other blond – staring at me for a long time at supper and I felt a sexual connection between us without having even talked to him. He winked at me and I knew he would be waiting for me in their room.

About three in the morning, when I was sure Master was asleep, I got up and put on a long cape and walked down the hall, past Master's door, to their room. I opened the door and entered.

The boys were sitting cross-legged on the floor, in their shorts, smoking grass around a flickering candle.

"Be real quiet and I don't dig fucking," I whispered, which I'm sure startled them.

I shut the door and sat down on the floor next to them and pulled the cape from my body.

My breasts hung out in full view. I lay back and opened my legs and shut my eyes. I wanted them to love me a little before I sucked them off.

I felt lips touching my fingertips and then the mouth ran itself up my arms, over my naked hard breasts, up my chin and to my mouth. The sandy-haired boy kissed me hard for a long time and I sucked on his tongue in steady rhythmic movements. His hands fitted themselves over my breasts and played with my granite-like nipples.

The other boy was brushing his fingertips along my legs, between my thighs, just touching lightly at the hair that covered my pussy. Then I felt his index finger touch the lips of my cunt and spread them apart, pressing into the warm folds, as his other hand joined in and pulled my cunt wide apart.

Then I felt his face against it, licking and biting, and I kissed the sandy-haired boy's lips as hard as I could. His fingers were hurting my nipples now and I moaned as I brought my hands to his head and pulled on his long hair.

He pulled his face away and moved his lips to my tits where he sucked my left nipple into his mouth and held it there, sucking on it like a baby. The other boy was beginning a steady movement as he fucked me with his tongue.

Then the sandy-haired boy knelt next to me and let me touch the hardness in his white shorts. He pulled them down to his knees and then slid them from his body. I grabbed his balls in my hand and watched as his cock bobbed above them.

I reached up and took his long slender penis between my clenched fingers and pulled it to my mouth. His body followed, pulled by his penis, until he sank the length of it into my waiting face. I held his balls as tightly as I could, as he braced himself with his arms and began to fuck my mouth.

His cock rammed in and out of me, faster and faster, until he fell to the floor, on top of my head, and came in one huge, long explosion. His abdomen pressed against my forehead and his balls rested on my chin as his burning young penis bloated my mouth till I had to swallow to relieve myself of the hot buildup. I stroked his soft ass until the orgasm was finished, and he pulled away.

The boy between my legs stopped licking my cunt when his friend fell to my face, and he watched as the cum filled my mouth. He had his shorts off in a second and was masturbating his cock as he watched the sandy-haired boy pull his cock from my lips.

Then I moved from the floor and took the blond boy's cock in my hands and rubbed it up and down between my fingers. It looked exactly like the sandy-haired boy's penis! I thought for a moment they could be twins. Their cocks were exactly alike.

I knelt between the boy's legs and pushed his feet into the air so his balls rested against my pussy. I let his feet drop to the floor beside each of my thighs, and I took his cock in both hands and started beating it up and down.

The sandy-haired boy moved and stood over his friend, facing me. He let his cock slip into my mouth as I lifted my head and soon it got hard again.

So there I was, kneeling back on my haunches, a boy with his legs spread over mine, his cock only inches from my cunt, another boy standing above us, his cock in my mouth – I was in heaven. I sucked and masturbated them at the same time and I could feel the cum building in both of them.