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.
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.
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.