I found myself in New York City, alone and without a cent to my name. I sold my suitcase, pawned the engagement ring Greg had given me, and owned only the clothing I was wearing. I walked the streets in search of food, food for my body and food for my passions.
One led to the other. For a good blow job I was given enough money to buy two or three meals. I didn't know what month it was, I didn't know exactly where I was, and I didn't care. I had left my life behind and now I lived for lust alone. Sex was my life. Cocks were my business.
One afternoon after I had been in the city about a month, I met a freaky girl who invited me to join her at the Fillmore East that evening. A big rock festival was taking place and she told me there would be a chance to get in on some good action, as well as some good money. I didn't even know her, but I trusted her. She was a mouth girl also, and she had heard about me from a guy who remembered how good I was. So we planned to meet at the Fillmore.
The place was packed. Sue, the chick I had met that afternoon, had tickets – I don't know where she got them – and once in the place she introduced me to two other girls, both professional groupies. One of the girls told me what was happening.
"See these guys – the guys in the group are into oral stuff, you know? And most of the chicks I know wanna get balled. So I figure, what the fuck, we'll get a couple of nice mouth girls over here and really have us a good time later."
I smiled. She was direct, honest, and very stoned. I asked her if she had any grass. I had been smoking it quite a lot since I got to the city. It helped me forget about the past.
"Listen," the groupie said as we sat in our seats, "I think it's gonna be a good night. Yeah, I really feel it, you know what I mean? Sue? Maggie? You feel it too?"
"Um, yeah, sure," I smiled. Feel what? I just wanted to suck some guys off and get a decent warm meal.
When the group came out on stage, the groupie leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Hey, that's Randy, he's the leader. You'll faint – he's got a cock twelve inches long. See, he wears those leather pants like Jim Morrison. Far out."
I looked. Sure enough, there was a long hard outline in his tight pants. I felt something stir between my legs. I couldn't wait for the concert to finish.
When it was over, we fought the crowds of screeching teenagers in the alley behind the building, until we came to a roped-off section.
The head groupie – I found out her name was Judy, and the other one was Janet – called to one of the uniformed guards standing near the stage entrance. He recognized her and let us by the ropes, and we stood waiting at the door.
In a few minutes, as the teenagers yelled, the four members of the group came out the door. Judy hugged Randy and got into the back of the limousine with him. Then we all piled in, and it was some squeeze. Even before the driver got us out of the alley, Randy had his tight leather pants to his knees and Judy was sliding her lips up and down his incredibly huge penis.
We traveled to a nearby hotel room and all I can remember is having sex, sex, sex. Randy's cock was the biggest I had ever seen in my life and I was dying to suck it. As soon as he got his pants off, I sank my mouth down on it. I tried to get it all in my mouth but that would have been humanly impossible. In fact, when I took it in as far as I could, there was still room for Janet to lick the part of the shaft that wasn't hidden by my lips.
Randy and the other three guys loved being sucked, and we all took turns sucking them, licking them, masturbating them. The drummer, Tom, liked one girl to suck on his ass while another went down on his penis. Janet particularly liked putting her tongue up guys' assholes, and she had a perfect tongue for it – it was very pointed at the tip. Randy bent over and we all watched as Janet knelt behind him and spread his ass cheeks with her tongue. Then, with the help of her hands holding his buttocks apart, she inserted the tip of it into his asshole.
The guys did things to us also. Each one of them sucked each of us, driving our bodies wild. Randy was especially good at nibbling on my clitoris. I was going crazy on the floor with his head plastered between my legs. Above me the drummer was beating off, and he came just as I did and his cum dripped into my open mouth. I felt the warm gush between my legs and Randy's lips and tongue lapping it all up.
One of the guys asked Judy if she cared to do the "special" and she said sure she would. Sue and I wondered what they were going to do, so we followed them into the bedroom and watched as Judy got into the dry bathtub and spread her legs wide open. She held her pussy lips apart as the guy positioned himself next to the tub.
Then we all watched in fascination as he let a hot stream of urine fall from the tip of his cock directly onto her cunt. She squealed as the liquid hit her, and the guy's penis grew larger as he was peeing, starting to become erect, and he had to hold it down. I was utterly captivated, since I had never before seen a man urinate. Not even Billy or Greg. I had seen hundreds of orgasms, but never once had I witnessed a penis urinating. This was the first time.
The stream stopped and Judy giggled as the guy shook his penis and drops of urine fell to her body. Then she turned on the water in the tub and he got in with her as the bathtub filled. She began sucking him as the water reached his cock. We left them alone.
Back in the living room, Sue, Janet and I knelt on the floor as Randy and the two others stood in front of us. We played with their cocks with our tongues, our noses, our hair. Finally, when they were hard, we took them into our lips and let them fill our throats. We then had a race to see who could come first. We worked hard and fast, driving our lips back and forth as best we knew how. The boys were panting.
Randy came first, in Sue's mouth. The drummer was second, and I received his load. The other couldn't come again and Janet seemed disappointed. He made up for it by sucking her pussy for a long time.
And the night continued like that until exhaustion set in. I sent down to room service for a snack and then we all fell asleep. I curled up beside Randy and the drummer and held their cocks in my hands as I drifted off. It had been a good night.
The next morning I was back on the street, searching for another man, another cock to suck in trade for a little money.
I met a guy near Macy's department store, and we went down to the men's room in a nearby bar. The place was almost deserted and the man smiled at the bartender, who seemed to know what was going on.
I sat on the toilet and watched the man unzip his pants. His cock fell out in front of me and I opened my lips and let it slide in. I ran my tongue up and down it, flicking the underside of the head until I heard him moan in pleasure. I looked up. His eyes were closed and he was holding onto the toilet stall with both hands. I realized then, for the first time, how handsome he was and how rich-looking. I decided to do as good a job as I could.
I stopped sucking and pulled his belt open and tugged his pants down to his knees. Then I did the same to his undershorts and he took the tail of his shirt and held it up against his stomach. His naked loins were ready for whatever I wanted to do, and I did everything I knew how to do.
I licked the shaft of his cock a few times, kissing the end every time I brought my tongue up it. Then I moved my lips down to his testicles and licked them, applying as much saliva as I could. When I brought my lips back to his penis, I took his balls in my hand and slipped them around in my fingertips.
Then I began my hard back-and-forth movements that nearly drove him wild. I pulled on his balls, as if I was milking them, each time his cock slid deep into my mouth. He spread his legs and began moving his hips in rhythm with my strokes. His undershorts were stretched so far between his knees that they started ripping. His pants were in a ball around his feet.
I knew he was near his climax when he gasped and began driving his cock in and out of me, fucking my face. After about four strokes, he pulled back and I clamped my mouth around the tip of his penis, holding tight between my lips, gnawing on the flesh there. The first shot of hot cum poured along my tongue and dribbled down my throat. Then I let him slide his penis back into my mouth, and I held tight and sucked and swallowed until all of his sperm was inside me. I wouldn't let his cock free until it began to grow soft within me. I let it fall from my lips with a gentle plopping sound and kissed it before the man pulled his pants up.
"That's the best I've ever had," he said to me as he buckled his belt.
"Thanks," I said, hoping he liked it enough to give me ten bucks.
"What the hell you doing picking up guys on the street? You should be at Sonja's."
"Sonja's?"
"Sonja's," he said clearly.
And that's where we went.
He took me to Sonja's brownstone on the East Side. Miss Sonja was one of New York's finest madams, with a small (only ten girls) but extremely exclusive business. She was a huge woman – she weighed about three hundred pounds – and had almost a foot of hair piled on top of her head.
Her girls were the cream of the crop and before she took on anyone new, the applicant was tested. It was my luck that her best mouth girl had fallen in love with one of her tricks and had run off with him just a few days before. Ted, the guy who introduced me to Sonja – or Miss Sonja, as she was called by everyone who worked for her – was a close personal friend of hers.
"Sonja, I give Maggie here my highest recommendation. She's incredible," he said, remembering the great blow job I had given him. Miss Sonja reached out her hand – her fingers were covered with huge rings – and touched my arm. She smiled and looked at me in a motherly fashion.
"I trust your word, Theodore," she said, looking back to Ted, "but Maggie will have to be tested."
Tested? I had to be tested? I didn't know what to think at first, but I soon found out I had nothing to fear. Sonja liked me from the start. I think she also felt sorry for me. She said I was a beautiful girl and it was a shame that I was out in the street in the cool autumn air having to perform for next to nothing. She told me she would let me stay in a spare room in the house until I felt well enough to go through my test.
I did stay there three days, three of the best days I had had in months. My food was brought to my room, I met and liked all nine of the young and attractive girls, and Miss Sonja was taking an interest in helping me out of my emotional state. I told her briefly what had caused me to come to New York and she assured me that things would be better.
I told her I was ready. I had no idea what I was going to have to do to prove I could perform fellatio like a master. But I soon found out.
Everyone gathered in the parlor, a large waiting room with many chairs and sofas. The girls sat around waiting for Miss Sonja and when she entered she was not alone.
The most magnificent hunk of manhood I had ever seen was standing next to her, holding her hand. He was about six feet tall and had dark, curly hair and deep green eyes. He was dressed in tight, deep red, bell-bottomed pants and a beautiful rust-brown sweater. He smiled at me.
"All right, girls, quiet. You all know Todd. Todd, meet Maggie. Maggie, go to work." She plopped into her chair – all three hundred pounds of her – and settled down to watch my performance. Todd brushed his hand through his hair and smiled down at me.
Soft music began to play in the background as I reached up to unzip his zipper. That was my first and only mistake. There was no zipper. The pants had buttons on the fly.
So I opened the buttons, very slowly, and each time I did so his pants fell open more, until the top of his undershorts was visible. Then I grasped his pants in my teeth and pulled them down to his knees. I heard Miss Sonja clap quietly in approval.
And then, with the nine girls watching, plus the head lady herself, I really went to town. I pulled Todd down to the floor and took off his boots, his socks, then his pants. I had him lie back on the floor and spread his legs, and I pulled his sweater up to his chest.
His undershorts were bulging as I brought my lips down to nuzzle between his legs. I brushed my tongue over the underside of his balls, up over his swollen shorts, and finally to the end of the bulge, which was standing up to the left, across his hip.
Then I turned him over on his stomach and placed my hands on his curved ass cheeks. I took hold of the shorts in my lips and drew them down over his ass. Then I pulled them down his body and off his legs. Todd spread his legs and with one hand pulled his cock so that the head of it rested on the floor, under his balls, between his legs.
I knelt between his long legs, covered with thick dark hair, and rubbed his buttocks with my fingers. Then I stroked his back under his sweater, each time pressing my breasts against his ass. Finally, I held his buttocks apart and blew between them, at the hard little cleft guarding the entrance to his asshole.
He moved his legs even farther and spread his arms out on the soft rug. I began to lick his ass cheeks as if I were licking a giant sucker. I ran my tongue all the way up his ass from his legs to his back, and came back down the middle, between the cheeks, and lifted my tongue just before I touched the cleft.
Then, finally, spreading his ass wide with my hands, I slowly brought my tongue directly between the hairs at the opening and touched lightly at the entrance to his rectum. He squirmed in pleasure on the floor and I heard gasps from the girls as they watched.
Then I kissed his asshole, pressing my lips to his anus as hard as I could, moving my tongue back and forth over the opening as my lips sucked there. He undulated on the floor as his cock got even harder between his legs. My pussy was burning between my legs. I wanted to strip off my clothing and stuff my fingers up my vagina, but I knew I was supposed to be the one who did the exciting here, not the one who was getting excited.
I moved my lips down to the hard spot between his asshole and his balls and licked there for a moment. Then I kissed his balls and brought my tongue down over the underside of his swollen cock, which was turned up, facing me. I covered it with my lips and licked at the glans until he could stand it no more. He lifted one leg over my head and twisted around so he was on his back. His cock stood proudly from his smooth loins and I grabbed it in my hand.
It was long and dark and the end looked like a giant mushroom. It was long and not very fat and his balls were the largest I had ever seen. They hung down almost to the floor and I was worried for a minute that I wouldn't be able to get them in my mouth.
But I first put his cock into my mouth. I slid it in slowly and moved my head just slightly, to drive him mad with lust. Then I pulled away, just as he was starting to move his hips. I kissed it, nibbled on the head, stroked the balls with my hands. Then I took it in my mouth again and sank it deep in my throat. Todd moaned.
I moved my head down in perfect strokes, twisting my lips a little each time, running my tongue along the underside of the head. He moved his legs up and down and to the sides. I knew he would come any minute, but I wanted to have him hold off for a time yet.
I dropped the penis from my lips and began kissing his body. I kissed his navel, his pubic hair, his legs, thighs, his balls. I even took his fingers into my mouth and sucked on them. I kept rubbing his cock with one hand as my lips roamed the lower part of his body. I brought my head down to his knee and licked there and then moved farther until I sucked on his toes. He thrashed around on the floor. I looked up, or glanced up rather, to see a few of the girls with their hands under their skirts, rubbing their hot clits as they watched our performance.
Then I tried to get his balls in my mouth. I knew that everyone thought it impossible, but I wouldn't give up till I had every bit of the huge globes into my lips. I lay flat on the floor, between his legs, and pushed them up so his knees were in the air. His balls hung before my face and I lifted my lips to them. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get them into my mouth in that position, so I moved to his side and put my head under one of his legs, so I was on my side next to him, and his balls fell right against my mouth.
I opened wide and sucked as hard as I could. I needed a great deal of suction to get his scrotum to contract enough to get into my mouth. But I did it. His balls suddenly disappeared into my soft lips and the crowd gasped and applauded. Todd just squirmed and I grabbed his cock with my free hand and began beating it up and down.
I kept doing that until he was near orgasm – I could feel his balls swelling up hard as the semen readied itself for release. I stopped, let the testicles fall from my lips, and got up and knelt on the floor next to him.
Todd reached up and felt my tits beneath my sweater. I tingled. I wished at that moment that we both could have been naked and sucking in a sixty-nine position, but I was being tested and it was my job to give him the best blow job of his life.
And I did. I took his cock in my lips and began to work on it like a woman gone mad, driving it deep in my throat, thrusting my head up and down till he grabbed my hair in his hands and practically pulled it out of my head.
He filled my mouth so full of semen, so fast, that I hardly knew what hit me! I tried to swallow, but each time I did the huge organ pumped more cum into me and I found myself on the brink of choking. He came more than anyone I had ever been with and I thought he would never stop. His cum was hot and tasted almost sweet as it filled my mouth.
I held his balls with one hand, trying to push as much semen up the shaft of his cock as possible. I wouldn't let the organ from my mouth, even after it softened. I kept it there until Miss Sonja pulled me away with her hands. She grabbed me and hugged me and looked down to Todd. The guy was evidently in ecstasy.
"Wow! Incredible!" he said, his eyes glazed over.
"Maggie, you did it," big Sonja said, patting me on the back.
I spent three happy months with Sonja and the girls. Todd became a special friend of mine and we often spent the night together after work. He knew how to suck a pussy better than anyone in the world and I couldn't wait to take off my panties and spread my legs on the bed for his long probing tongue.
His special talent, besides sucking pussy, was being able to come buckets. I knew he had come an unusual amount in my mouth, and it never ceased to amaze me when I sucked him off or watched him reach orgasm. I think it may have had to do with the length of his cock and the way he shot. His come would spurt from the tip of his cock and land four or five feet across the room. Sometimes it shot high into the air like a geyser. Often, three or four of the girls and Sonja and myself would all play with him together, running our hands over his body, his balls, his cock, his ass, until he came in the air in the middle of us. His cum would shoot in the air and fall all over our bodies. There always was enough for all.
I soon developed a reputation for giving the greatest blow job in New York City. Some went so far as to say I was the best in the country. I was Sonja's most expensive girl and I received only the richest and finest men in New York during working hours. I sucked off many important figures in the world of politics, business, and entertainment. But after hours I spent a lot of time with Todd or with guys who really appealed to me. I found myself being attracted to young, eighteen through twenty-five, good-looking boys, freaky types with lots of hair and beards. I don't know why I was attracted to them while I was in New York – perhaps it was just a reaction against the type of "straight" guys I was servicing as customers. But it was fun and I enjoyed sucking young boys' cocks, especially if they were virgins, but there weren't many of them around that city.
I think I would have stayed at Sonja's much longer had Billy not cared about me so much. One night, while I was with a trick, Sonja knocked at my door. She never interrupted any of the girls while they were working – in fact we had always kidded that the world would be coming to an end and she would wait till we had all finished before giving us the news – but there she was, at my door, calling to me. I excused myself – it's not easy for a girl to slip a cock from her lips and excuse herself politely – and went to the door. Sonja looked concerned and whispered to get rid of my guy and come to her office.
I went back to bed and sucked him off faster than I knew I could. He came, he dressed and he was gone. With the cum still sticking to my teeth, I headed to Sonja's office.
"Come in, Maggie, sit down."
I did so. She leaned forward from behind her antique desk. "Listen, someone was here looking for you tonight. He told me he knew you were here, that he would get a search warrant if he had to. I knew he wasn't a trick right away and told him I had never seen you before."
"He had a picture of me?"
"Yes, standing in front of a farmhouse."
BILLY! I felt faint. Billy had been searching for me and now he had found me. Many things rushed through my mind at that moment. What should I do? Could I let Billy know I was working as a professional oral artist, sucking half the guys in New York City? Could I let him know what I had been through in New York? I knew I had hurt him by running away – I worried about my parents, too – but I was ashamed and couldn't bring myself to face the hurt I knew would be in his eyes. I had to run again.
Sonja understood. I know she hated to see me go, not only because she would lose a lot of money, but because she honestly liked me, as she liked all the girls who worked for her, and because she was worried that I would fall back into the depths I had been recovering from since she found me. She gave me my savings and sent me on my way, that night, before Billy could return.
I took a cab to the airport. I cried all the way, upset because I didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone, especially Todd. I didn't know where to go. It seemed as if history was repeating itself. I got on a plane, bound for Chicago, of all places.
Why I let myself go to the very city where Billy lived was beyond my comprehension. Maybe I wanted to get caught, but if so I didn't know it. I lived there for two weeks in fear. I found myself in the midst of a harsh winter, with no friends to keep me warm. I abstained from sex for as long as I could, until one evening I met a man in a movie theatre in the Loop and he invited me to a party.
The party turned out to be a small group of middle-aged men who were sitting in a dark apartment watching fuck films and drinking beer. I felt repulsed at first, but as soon as I was on my knees between a man's legs with a cock in my mouth I forgot all about feeling repulsed or good or bad or anything at all. I was falling back again – falling back into the scene I had been into in New York. I was running away and I was becoming a wreck.
I remembered, walking home in the snow that night, the farm and my parents and how near to them I was at that moment. It would have taken only a short but ride to Milwaukee, then Two Forks. I had missed Christmas for the first time in my life. I thought about the fields covered with snow. I wondered how Billy's dog, Corky, was doing. He was getting old. I wondered if the partition in the main barn was still standing.
I couldn't bear it, all the memories, all the thoughts of things I had thrown away. I went back to my room and checked out of the hotel. My money was dwindling, but I didn't notice. I was soon on another plane for California, not knowing where I would go nor what I would do. I only knew I had to keep moving, keep running.
I landed in San Francisco and checked into a hotel downtown.