Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

The boy on the floor in front of me began moaning and sighing, and he moved his ass so his balls pressed harder against my pussy. I pressed forward on the cock in my mouth each time I pushed down on the other long penis with my two hands. I wanted them to come at the same time.

Just as the boy between my legs started to spurt hot juices from the tip of his cock, the door to the room burst open and Master stood in the doorway, naked and sinister and powerful.

I froze. The cock in my mouth plopped out and stood in front of my face as the sandy-haired boy began to tremble with fear. I kept my hands glued to the long young penis in my hand as cum poured from its tip.

A second later the room was a tangle of naked bodies. The candle had been knocked over, and we didn't realize it then but it rolled out the door and started the drapes in the hallway on fire. We fought, screaming and yelling and hitting and pulling…

No one knew who was hitting who. We only knew Master was trying to kill us and we had to get out of there. The sandy-haired boy got up and broke away from us and jumped into the hall. He saw the flames rushing up the wall and screamed.

We didn't hear him. Master was on top of me, striking me across my face, screaming "COCKSUCKER!" at me while I tried to hide from his blows. Then the sandy-haired boy grabbed Master's shoulder and pulled him off. That's when we all became aware of the fire.

We ran – fast – down the hall, warning the others who were just getting up to see what the yelling was about. Very few people had any clothing on, and no one took the time to put any on. We ran from the building and stood across the street. Soon the house was a mass of flames and the sound of sirens approached the area.

I remember seeing Master running around like a crazy man, looking for me on the street. But I was well hidden behind a fence and I had been able to grab my cape as I ran from the room. I had it over my shoulders as I took one last look at the burning house and at my Master and then ran.

I borrowed a dime from the first person I met and ran to the nearest phone booth. I called information in Chicago and found Billy's number. Then I called him. I had given up. I wanted to stop running. I wanted to join the world again.

Billy did it all very easily. He made me realize how much there was to live for. He taught me to remember only the good times that Greg and I shared and to forget about the bad memories. He taught me to accept my role in oral sex as something special, something good, not something that controlled my life. I would now control it, but it would still remain very important to me.

I loved my brother even more than that day he flew to San Francisco to rescue me. Seeing him was like seeing hope come alive. I was breathing again.

We went to Los Angeles and found an apartment and got me settled. Billy explained to me that he had been dating a girl very regularly and was thinking of getting married. I was happy for him, but I certainly wondered if that would keep us from having sex together again.

"I'll always keep some for little sister," he said, hugging me.

"And I'll always make room for you," I replied.

Then he kissed me on my cheek as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I took it in my lips and made love to it as I had back on the farm in Wisconsin. I felt good again, like myself. Billy always knew how to help me.

Two weeks later, we visited our parents in Two Forks and a lot of tears were shed when I saw my mother and dad for the first time in years. They didn't ask any questions. They only assured me they loved me and would always love and care about me wherever I might be.

Later that night, Billy and I went to the barn and sat on the bales of hay behind the partition just for old time's sake.

"Why didn't I see you in New York? Why did I run again? I could have saved myself from that whole drug scene…" I would never forgive myself for having run from Billy that time in New York.

"Hell, I guess I would have done the same thing. Were you ashamed?"

"Ashamed? God, you bet! I couldn't face you, with you knowing I was a professional whore!"

"You can face me any time," he said with compassion. I looked up at him and smiled. He was too good to be true.

"Maggie, I think I'm going to move to Los Angeles. I can get the company to transfer me. I really like California. Linda was born there. She finishes college in June. I know she'd like to go back out there."

"Fantastic!" I was surprised and overjoyed. I felt a tremendous relief to know Billy would be nearby, able to help, someone to run to for that strength and protection that I needed so badly.

"Hey," he asked softly, "care to do it once for old times?"

"Sure," I giggled, already opening his zipper.

It has been one year from the day that we sat in the barn talking. Billy moved to Los Angeles a few weeks later and we lived close to each other. He spent most of his time at my apartment in Hollywood – he liked the pool – and we treasured our special relationship. Having sex with him helped curb my appetite for just anyone off the streets – although I did go for a nice young boy every now and then – and it helped me conserve my energy for other things.

I found a job as a waitress and soon was making enough money to take care of myself. It was a good feeling to work and be paid for something other than sex. I met others and made a few friends, and even found a good close girlfriend, Arlene, the first real woman friend I ever had in my life.

Arlene lives in my building also. She is fascinated when I relate my latest sexual conquests. I must tell her about the guy last night – and I must remember to find Tom Lingon, that guy's friend who lives upstairs.

And so with Arlene and Billy and with work and lots to keep me busy, I'm happy. Often I think about Greg, but I pity him now and wonder where he is and what he is doing. I'm afraid he isn't happy, and that is sad.

Though I don't suck cock as much anymore, I'm still the best in the world. I've had quite a time here in Los Angeles, with some of the biggest and best organs I've ever seen or tasted.

Just two weeks ago I sucked off a kid who happened to be coming out of Hollywood High as I was driving by in my little Pinto. He started thumbing while he was still on the school steps and I slammed on my brakes and nearly caused an accident on Highland Avenue. He got into the car.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"Anyplace away from school," he replied in a husky voice. He was fair and tall and was wearing tight faded jeans and a sweatshirt.

"How about my apartment? Wanna get sucked off?" I was always direct. It saved time.

"What?"

"You heard me," I said out of the corner of my mouth.

"Yeah, I did. Sure. Great?" He had an erection by the time we arrived.

Once in the apartment I pulled his pants down around his ankles and went down on him as I pushed my finger up his ass. His cheeks opened and it slid all the way in as my lips parted and rolled themselves along the shaft of his eighteen-year-old cock. He came in minutes.

And that's typical. Like the guy by the pool last evening. That's my life. Maggie the Mouth Girl. That's me. That will always be me.

I should end this story with the words above, but I can't. I wouldn't be telling it all. I would be cheating you out of something.

There is still something missing – inside me. It is that one thing that I had with Greg even if it was for a short time – that I have never felt with anyone else. Love. I'm a dreamer, a romantic. No matter how many cocks I suck and how rewarding the experiences are, I'll always be sitting here with that little glimmer of hope in my eyes waiting for the right man to walk into my life and sweep me off my feet. Maybe I'll wait forever, but I can't help it. Billy has always told me to hold on to the happy moments – he's doing that now that he and Linda are married – and I think of those happy times with Greg and I feel great inside. But they're only memories. And I want the real thing.