Chapter 7
The cash amounted to a few hundred dollars, just enough to get me some new clothes, a few nights in a fine hotel, and great food to eat. I didn't care about stretching the money. After doing without money for so long I realized that there was a way of surviving without it, and that got rid of my fears of being broke. So I lived it up, saw movies and concerts, rode in cabs, and spoiled myself" until I was down to the credit cards.
Now came the problem: the credit cards were in the name of John Hamilton Wilson III, and there was nothing I could do to pose as anyone as butch as that. I needed an accomplice but I didn't know anyone. I checked out of the hotel and walked over to Golden Gate Park. It was a beautiful day and the park teemed with young hirsute people playing a variety of instruments, smoking awkwardly-rolled cigarettes, and fiddling with flowers. Compared to them I looked very square. I had on slacks, a silk blouse and a gold necklace, and the clothes I'd storeed in a bus station locker were just as inappropriate for this scene. Still, they seemed a tolerant group so I ambled through the park and looked for a likely man.
There was a larger group of kids sitting around un der tall shade trees, and they were all listening to this older guy recite from a dog-eared paperback. That man had a short beard and his hair wasn't over his collar. He had on faded jeans and a plaid shirt, sandals, too, but he had an air of authority about him. If he were to pull out credit cards people would think of him as an eccentric millionaire, or perhaps an advertising executive. He would do fine. People like him wouldn't run to the police, either, to tell them they'd met a young girl with a grown-up wallet in her possession. So I made myself comfortable on the grass and listened to what he was saying. It was all very mystical and Eastern, and I didn't understand a great deal of it, but it sounded soothing. Words like karma and maya abounded, and the younger listeners nodded knowingly and smiled at each other. I began to worry that perhaps my target was too lofty-minded to pull a stunt like the one I had in
"You!" he said suddenly. People turned around to look at me and his eyes were fixed on me, too. What was going on? "Yes, you. Stand up and come over here." I did as I was told, more out of habit than a real desire to enter the focal point of that group. "Sit next to me and radiate," he said in his deep, calm voice. "You see before you a being possessed of a deep inner tranquility," he told the crowd. "This young woman has none of the problems you and I must suffer. She knows who she is, she knows where she's going, and we can all learn a lot from her. Will you teach me in person?" He addressed the question directly to me and all I could do was nod like a fool.
"She consents! Then let us go, let us teach and let us learn. Until tomorrow, my friends!" He stood up and helped me to my feet, waved goodbye to his friends and walked me out of the park. I was stunned! How could he have done this to me? I was sure we were on the way to his apartment and that he had every intention of making love to me. Not that I minded, but how had he swept me off my feet so fast?
"My name is Frank," he told me as we walked up a steep incline that was -lined by big, box-like houses. "Although my given name is Abba Ram Dash. I act as a teacher to many of the young people who have strayed to San Francisco in search of truth, and my house is always open to them." Yes, sure, I thought cynically. As long as the young people are sixteen and have big tits. Frank, or Abba, was too handsome to be philanthropic. In the novels I'd read the really handsome men always had something wrong with them. They were spoiled by mothers and neighborhood women while still toddlers, girls doted on them as boys, and women razed what was left of their personalities to the ground when they became old enough to fuck. No, the real humanists had a club foot or a misshapen nose. So I resigned myself happily to being seduced and followed him into one of those houses that look like a crate with a fire escape hanging off the front.
One point he'd been honest about: his house was full of young people, and a lot of them were male. I was made to take off my shoes before entering and suddenly I was surrounded by all those happy, smiling faces which either sported beards or were framed by long, sleek hair, or both. They went all out to make me feel at home but Frank told them all to get ready for lunch, and he took me up the stairs to the very top of the house where the roof had been raised to make a meditating den just for him. Windows made up the four walls, a board floor was covered in part by a large mattress and brightly-colored rugs. Some books lay by the side of the bed, all of them bearing mystical titles, sticks of incense burned in small jars, and when he closed the trapdoor after us I was ready to surrender. What a lovely environment to be seduced in, I thought. The sweet, stifling smell of incense, the colors, the light of day, it would be just perfect!
Frank picked up one of the books and began to read to me. At first I listened because I expected to hear hidden messages of ardor between the lines. No such luck. To my astonishment he was very earnestly trying to initiate me into the ancient teachings. I put up with this, and I put up with the long session of meditation that followed. I even swallowed the vegetarian, tasteless lunch that was served in the main living room, and the prattle of the young converts. But there was nothing in my background to make me susceptible to talk of life's tapestry, cycles of rebirth, inner cleanliness, and whatever else the disciples talked about. I just liked seeing Frank preside over the household.
He was a very strong man who kept discipline without effort, iust the kind of man I was starting to think of as ideal. Everyone listened when he spoke, they were happy to do small chores for him, and the girls were especially eager to make his life easier. I kept an eye on everything throughout the day, all the while wondering why he had picked me out of the crowd, and how I could broach the subject of the credit cards.
Late in the evening, after another tasteless meat everyone gathered in the main room and lit candles and incense. Someone put on a raga very softly, curtains were drawn, and the twenty-odd people who lived in the house took off their clothes and sat in a circle on the carpet. Frank undressed, too, and I got my first look at what he had to offer an eager young disciple. A good eight inches, I guessed, nice and thick, and his balls promised a great deal of cream for the lucky winner. I undressed as if it didn't matter to me, but actually I was a little shy about that One of the younger men in the commune had been eyeing me shyly all day long, and now that I was naked his eyes became a gread deal bolder. When we assumed the lotus position and aspired toward a trance, he kept looking at my tits and he couldn't stop his. cock from rising higher than his mind.
I thought this group-nakedness was a good start but the boring chants that followed, and the endless, rambling prayers, drove me to distraction! What was wrong with these people? I looked over at my secret admirer and beckoned him to come closer. He shuffled over to me as sneakily as he could, so as not to interrupt the devout, and when he was right next to me his cock was so hard it looked as though it were about to burst. I took advantage of the cover provided by our legs and reached out to take hold of him. How nice it felt to have a live, throbbing cock in-hand once more. The days I had spent away from Jim had been sexless, a form of convalescence that had gone on for too long. Now I was ready for action, lots of it, preferably with Frank but if he were unavailable any male would do.
I stroked the long, hard cock for a while and tried to fight back the powerful desire to take it into my mouth. It was as though I'd developed new erogenous zones inside my cheeks, demanding ones that clamored for their own satisfaction. But I didn't want to upset anyone so I jerked him off covertly and hoped for my cue, Frank unwittingly provided it.
"Everything that's positive, everything we do with all our hearts, is worship of God," he intoned. "When we whistle when, we sing, when we dance, when we make love, as long as we do it with our heart and soul, God accepts it as homage. God is love and God feeds on love, whether it's love of life or love of a man for a woman, a women for a man, even a dog's love for his master. Everything counts, everything is worship."
"What about this, then?" I asked while he took a breath, and with that I went down on my new friend. A gasp rose from the disciples and Frank didn't say anything for a minute or so. That gave me time to really get involved with my sucking, and the boy who was getting sucked let go, lay back, and just enjoyed himself totally. I shifted around so that my ass pushed out at Frank and I sucked the boy's cock as noisily as I could.
"Yes," I heard him say, "yes, I believe that qualifies as worship. I believe it with all my heart." And a wet mouth made contact with my cunt, sipping at my juices, licking my flesh and opening my lips right up. A wave of pleasure swept through me and I sucked the boy's cock so hard that he went very tight, groaned, and shot his wad deep down my throat. I just swallowed his cream and gave myself over to the vigorous eating going on behind me. The other disciples were still holding the lotus position, although I noticed a good many lotuses giving birth to stiff cocks. The girls seemed reluctant to join in with this kind of worship, and one of them said so very clearly.
She was a fat girl with bad skin, and I could see why she objected. The odds against anyone worshiping her were a thousand to one. Only specially imported perverts could enjoy her. "This commune will be ruined if this happens," she announced stridently. "This isn't the place for sensitivity therapy or any of those other uptight Western bullshit methods for curing ills. This house is dedicated to the spiritual transcendence over the body. The body must be left behind, we must aspire toward the Godhead, but Abba Ram Dash is moving into the opposite direction!"
The eating stopped. I felt a bit silly crouching like that with my ass up high when nothing was happening, so I straightened up and surveyed the scene more closely. "On the contrary, Sister Ruth," said Frank. "We must love everything about this world before we may transcend it. And everything includes, I'm afraid, the body."
"Everything also includes leprosy," said Ruth, "and I don't see anyone here too anxious to kiss a leper's sores." Some people gagged and I felt myself going dry. There was only one happy person in the room, and that was the boy who'd been blown. Men sat there with wilting erections and disgruntled looks, women seemed onedge, torn between doing it my way and Ruth's, and Frank had to muster all his wits to overcome Ruth.
"I'm talking about everything positive: a smile, a sunny day, a pretty girl-"
"Oh, because she's like a melody?" Ruth's interruption cut him short and it looked as though she'd scored a triumph. I could almost hear nuts getting crushed. But Frank was quick to rally.
"Everything that's beautiful, Ruth, whether it belongs to ourselves or to others. I don't see any problem, for example, about touching parts of me that I think are beautiful. Masturbation is beautiful. If I looked like Donna I would do nothing else. What part of yourself do you think is most beautiful, Ruth?"
"My mind, Abba Ram Dash," she said, still aiming for his balls.
"Then go fuck it, Ruth." Touche! The contest was over, boys and girls, girls and girls, crawled toward each other in an excited rush of release, and embraced just as Frank and I did, eager to consummate this new and beautiful friendship, eager to give the Buddha his due. I thought how weird it was that I didn't care who saw me naked anymore, that it didn't matter who made love to me where, as long as I was up for it. Frank took me right there on the floor, in amid the pulsating, groaning, laboring couples, and I loved it.
He was a good lover, firm, persistent, eating me until I thought he'd wear my labia away, tonguing me deeply, and getting me so wet that his cock hardly touched the side on entry. And when he'd eaten his fill he turned me on all-fours and entered me from behind, pushing his big cock into me with a beautiful rhythm, nice and steady, just the kind I could get off on. It also allowed me to observe the others at work, something I had never done before. Two girls lay in a huddle right next to me, eating each other with such gusto that I was reminded of rutting pigs. They held each other's cunt wide open and pushed their faces right into the pink flesh to lick and suck noisily, and I wondered what they had been doing at the commune before this.
Not far .from them a boy was feeding a girl his cock, the same boy I had eaten not long ago. He had discovered a new trick and he was eager to see if it had been a fluke, by the look of him. The girl didn't seem to mind what he did to her but his face was bright with pleasure. Another couple was fucking with her on top and him flat on his back thrusting at her each time she came down. Her tits had a lovely, wavy motion when she moved, and for a moment I thought back to Anna and the delights her watermelon tits had brought me.
Frank was doing such a fine job behind me that it took me a while to get ready for the intruder. I rested my body on one hand and with the other I fondled him to get him started. He kneeled in front of me and rested his hands on his thighs, a passive lover by the look of him. I didn't look at his face. All I saw was his hairy belly and thighs, and that big dick that was filling slowly with blood. When he was hard enough I leaned forward and took the tip of his dick in my mouth, working the foreskin back with my tongue to get at the rubbery flesh below, and then I was off and running. His cock grew rapidly when I got into the swing of it. Each lick produced a new throb, each throb expanded his cock, until a good, solid eight inches poked up against the roof of my mouth, and I felt myself getting squeezed in between the two big dicks. Frank was right up me and refusing to pull back. He jabbed up, up, and up, with an occasional sideways thrust to keep the whole of my cunt on fire and burning brightly. That way he forced me to go down on his disciple further and further until the man's cock was right down my throat and I had trouble getting air down my lungs. I felt as though I'd been plugged into two ecstasy producing machines, and my system was overloaded!
"Oh, no," I groaned, moving my head back as far as I could, "don't do this to me. You're choking me, please, take it easy!"
"I can't worship you hard enough," said the stranger, and his cock moved right back down my throat again. Now was the time for me to see if I could bear up to real pressure. I began to move my body so that it swung back into Frank's cock each time I needed air, and moved forward to the stranger's each time I had enough in my lungs to sustain me for a moment. I worked for as long as it took the men to get overly-excited. Then Frank began to fuck hard and fast and he lost his rhythm altogether; and the stranger became just as rampant, jamming his cock into my face with long, jerky strokes. They were gasping and groaning, having a wonderful time, but I thought I was going to die.
Luckily the stranger came first and the flood of sperm gushing down my throat was followed by air as he withdrew and let the rest of his load splatter over my face. That I could take plenty of. As long as they let me breathe! Ah, glorious air! I had a climax just from breathing! And then Frank dug his fingers into me and started saying, "AAARRRGGGHHH, OOOOOHHHHHHH UUUUUUUHHHHHNNNN!" and I knew he wouldn't be long in coming. More come, hot and foamy, filling my pussy and seeming to connect with the stuff shot down my throat to form a path for my ecstasy. The stranger moved away and someone else presented his member to me. But I couldn't take it, not just yet. I slid off Frank's cock and squatted near the man to give him a hand job. He seemed happy with that.
The party was in full swing. Frank had no sooner left me than a girl pounced on him and licked his dick clean of my juices. It was Ruth, big and fat with mottled flab and a cunt the size of a coconut. I could see that Frank wasn't crazy about her attack, but he was smart enough not to repel her right away. He did what I would have done in his place, closed his eyes and thought about something else. Ruth didn't care. She slobbered and fingered herself, sucked on his dick as though it were an all-day sucker, and started corning with bovine moans. Her big ass wiggled about in the air and her cunt opened wide like a flesh wound. Would there be any takers? I saw one of the younger men coming forward, cock in hand, a Florence Nightingale expression in his eyes. "Everyone is beautiful in their own way," he chanted to himself. "Everyone!" And with that he shoved his meat into her gaping cunt and began to fuck her like she was a sheep.
I was glad for her, really. The fellow who'd been getting the benefit of my hand was ready now to go a step further, and so I embraced him about the neck and perched over his lap to gently lower myself on his dick. He held it in place for me and penetrated me with a sigh of delight. I bobbed up and down slowly, relishing his pleasure and his hardness, listening to the sounds of bliss emitted all about me, and thinking it was good Ruth was taking her share of men off my back.
The Buddha must have been well-pleased that evening. We fucked and sucked until we were all dry and exhausted. Ruth lay with naked men scattered all about her like so many disposable dildos, Frank was buried under several women, someone was still fucking me even when the party had already ended, and the smell of incense had been displaced by the strong fragrance of cunt. And when it was time for bed the commune paired off and probably for the first time everyone had company during the long, dark night. I slept with Frank, content, happy in my new home, and looking forward to a bright future with these sexy, agreeable people.
"Do you know why I picked you out of the crowd yesterday?" Frank asked me the next morning. We were surrounded by daylight, its brightness only slightly abated by the plants and flowers, sprawling luxuriously in our eagle's nest and smoking a joint for Buddha.
"No, tell me."
"Because I couldn't resist you," he chuckled, a little embarrassed by his own confession. "You looked so beautiful and cool, such a sophisticate compared to the scruffy little girls that I usually see about me. I try so hard to reach a spiritual plane of existence, you know, but then I see a girl like you and I'm right back where I started from."
"Isn't that amazing," I said. "You thought I was sophisticated? Wow, that's really flattering."
"Don't let it go to your head," he laughed, slapping me on my bare ass. "Come on woman, get me some breakfast."
"What?" He didn't realize it but he'd triggered off a conditioned reflex in me. Letting myself be pushed around led to trouble, and I wasn't up for trouble anymore. "Why, are you paralyzed?"
"Uh-oh," he said with an attempt at comedy, "we've got ourselves a ballbuster here. Okay, beautiful lady, don't sweat it. I'll get us some breakfast." I could tell he was angry. But why should he have expected me to get his food when he was more than capable of doing it? After all, we had only slept together once, that didn't give him any rights over me.
No, I'd done the right thing. Give a man an inch and hell take your body and soul, that was what Jim had taught me.
In the days that followed Frank kept trying to push me into the role of his woman, and I ignored all his attempts. We made a lot of love, privately and communally, and I appreciated everything he and his friends did for me. But there was much that I didn't like there. Those monotonous prayer meetings, the inane sentiments that were regarded as heavy by the others, the dull vegetarian grind; and then I had those credit cards burning a hole in my pocket! Frank obviously wasn't going to be of any help or use to me, but there was one guy in the commune who seemed to have a flair for worldly dealings. His name was Harry Briggs, a good-looking blonde guy a year or so older than me, athletically-built and the least patient of all the pious. As the days wore on I drew closer and closer to him, much to Frank's chagrin. And one night, alone in Frank's room, I asked Harry if he were interested.
"Count me in!" he said excitedly. "When do we make our move? I'm ready to go right now, Donna, there's nothing keeping me here."
"First thing in the morning," I said. "What do you want to do with them?"
"Hell, travel, I guess. How would you like to go to Washington DC with me? My old man's a senator and I haven't seen him in a year. From there we can go any place you want, Europe or the islands, it's up to you." '
"Great idea!" We talked the whole deal over very carefully, and while we sat cross-legged on Frank's bed the master of the house walked in and told us to get downstairs. "We're busy Frank, leave us alone for now," I said, a little testier than I had meant to be.
"Hey, now wait a minute," he said, and the last vestiges of religiosity dripped away from him. "This is my house baby, and my bed, and you're my girl, in case you didn't know. Now when I see you in my house and on my bed with another man, I get to thinking maybe you're two-timing me! So I'm telling you to get downstairs where I can keep an eye on you!"
"Aw man!" said Harry with a disgusted look. "And I thought you were one of the truly hip people in this world! But this is a bad scene, man, right out of Butterfield Eight or something! Let's quit it right here."
"Shut up, you young punk!" Frank had turned red with anger and I became worried that he would want to nit me. "Get downstairs or get out, one of the two."
"Let's go," said Harry, and we walked out of the house without another word. He knew the way to the bus station, and that's where we first used our credit cards to go to Los Angeles where we could catch a plane straight to Washington. Once again I travelled light, only the clothes I had on my back, and the purse holding the valuable credit cards. But with Harry I didn't have to worry about anything. He took care of the tickets and everything, and when we settled into our seats on the bus I leaned against him with all the trust of a little girl. It was way-past midnight when the bus took off. The passengers around us were fast-asleep before 'we left the city limits. And Harry had pulled down a blanket to put over us so we could be warm and cozy together.
Thelma walked into my room stark-naked. There was no coyness about her, nor that aloofness she liked to affect. "I can't take it no more, honey," she said in her deep, husky voice, and with that she lay down between my legs and began to eat with such enthusiasm that I was shocked into a climax before I'd even realized what was going on! I'd been more than content reliving my past. The last thing I'd expected to happen was a visit from her. Naked on the bedspread, fingering myself absently, I had put off reminiscing about the bus trip because it was one of my favorites and I wanted to keep it until I was good and ready for it. But now Thelma was accelerating my progress alarmingly!
"Come over here," I said, pulling at her body so we could eat each other. But she shook her head and burrowed all the more determinedly between my legs. Very well, then. Delicious sensations welled up in my belly and spread slowly throughout my body. Hadn't it been just like that on the bus? Hadn't it?
The vibration of the engine and my drowsy condition made me feel pleasantly-horny. Harry's strong body leaned against mine and his hand was resting against my thigh. Was he interested in me only as a friend? How nice it would be to play a little. His hand moved slightly. A finger was on my thigh now and it wasn't there by accident. I could hardly wait for him to go further. My slacks and blouse wouldn't present much of an obstacle to him. To encourage him I pretended to be asleep, but I waited breathlessly to see how far he would go.
His hand moved up along my thigh until the side of it pressed into my crotch. Could he feel how wet I was? It had to be seeping through the thin material of my slacks by this time! I groaned and moved so that my cunt pushed hard against his hand, but at the same time I took care to make it seem like it was an unconscious, sleepy move. He held his hand perfectly still for a while, and then his exploration continued. It went up to my belly, just high enough to get to the top of my slacks, and then it slid down underneath them, reaching for my naked cunt. I could hardly stand it! I wanted to touch him, too, to make love to his cock, eat it, do anything for him, but I knew it was wiser to let him call all the shots. His free arm went around my shoulders and he held me tightly to him while he sought out my pussy and started to finger it ever-so-cautiously.
When I made it very clear that I wasn't going to offer any resistance, he pushed my slacks down over my hips and let them drop to the floor of the bus. The blanket covered us to our waists so I wasn't worried about offending anyone's sense of decency. And it felt great to be semi-naked on a bus filled with strangers, speeding through the darkness to a strange city. Somehow it made me feel free and wanton, and when his finger found my clitoris I dropped the pretense of being asleep to throw my arms about his neck and lass him with my tongue already extended.
He received it with open mouth and for minutes on end we kissed as though it were our first time. He rubbed the tip of his finger in circles over my clit making it hard, making it throb, and making me very happy. The urge to reciprocate hit me again, and again I repressed it. It was so nice to let him do all the work.
And Harry didn't seem to mind. He felt me up until I thought I would scream, and he fingered me until my whole body rocked and fucked in mid-air. "Do you want to go to the John?" he whispered. I shook my head. My legs were too rubbery to ever get me there. "But I want you so much!" I shook my head again and indicated that he should make the best of what he had. Harry understood. He drew the blanket over his head and slipped in between my legs as smoothly as a bandit, and when he went down on me I felt like the happiest girl in the world. Opposite me, across the aisle, sat an elderly couple, both of them with their mouths open, hands in lap, fast asleep, and while Harry ate me out I thought about them doing the same. They were young once, surely he must have wanted to eat her out? It was so hard to imagine, but I tried and it made me even hotter.
We had all night and Harry knew it. He licked my cunt all over and probed it with his tongue, he kissed it, caressed it, fingered it, and some time later he made me turn on the little reading light and shine it right down on my pussy so he could see what he was doing. I held the blanket out from me so the spotlight could reach the center of his passions, and watched as his blonde head moved from side to side between my thighs. My excitement was so intense that the sweat dripped off my face and my eyes were nearly impossible to focus. Great waves of pleasure rushed through me, eating away at my sanity and threatening to drown me at any moment. "Oooooohhhhhh Harry!" I groaned.. "I love what you're doing to me, but you are going to drive me stark-raving-mad with your tongue! Oh God, how can you do that to me? Harry, stop it! I'm going to scream, I'm going to come, oh Harry, push your tongue into me again!"
"Ssshhhh!" he cautioned. A finger pushed deep into my cunt and his lips picked at my clitoris, tugging and teasing, and as if that weren't bad enough he lifted my legs over his shoulders and grabbed hold of the cheeks of my ass to give me a total mouth job. Every sexual experience I had ever had flashed before my eyes. His tongue drove me into a trough of sensuality in which everything was sex! His thumb began to work on my asshole, using the plentiful juice of my pussy to lubricate its way inside, and I assisted him as best I could by relaxing that part of me. It was a lot easier now that I had been fucked there, the same fears didn't arise and my muscles were easier to control When he had his index up my cunt and his thumb up my asshole, he began to tweak the dividing membrane, all the time sucking at my clitoris. All I could do was release the seat and lay back in it. He had me! There was nothing I could do to pay him back for this!
Harry threw caution to the wind. The blanket fell away from him and he stopped to breathe a while.
His face was red and wet with sweat, his long blonde hair was sticking to his brow and neck, and his eyes were glassy with lust. That was the last straw for me. I went into a paroxysm of climaxes that made me shake as though I were possessed, and the fact that I didn't scream out at the top of my lungs continued to make me marvel at my own self-restraint for many years after. No one had worked me to this point, nor had I ever had to hover at that heights. I felt giddy, a little nauseous, hot, frustrated, empty, and I wanted him to fill me up with his cock. He was hard as a rock and ready to go. In the course of eating me he'd undone his pants and now his cock stared up at me tantalizingly. "Come on," I whispered urgently, "do it to me, Harry, I need you so badly."
"But how...." He looked around the bus and saw that everyone was asleep then he shrugged and grinned. "Ah, fuck it, even if they saw us they wouldn't believe their eyes." And with that he opened my blouse so that my tits stuck out pale and full in the dim light, and he closed both hands around them, opened my legs wide with his knees, and lay on top of me. I had to guide his cock into my pussy, a job made considerably easier by my cunt's greed. It almost sucked him inside! The slight resistance was just a token gesture. His cock plunged into me with a wet, long slurp, and we were off and running.
I knew even then that it was a fuck I would never forget. The vibrations of the bus, the presence of strangers, the lack of comfort, and his virile insistence of fucking me endlessly made me come all over the place. He was attacked me on all fronts and I crumbled under such an impassioned onslaught! Even if I had wanted to resist, it would have been futile. His cock seemed to be emerging from my throat, his fingers were erotic talons, he was raping me and loving me and fulfilling me all at once, and when he came I was a mere shell of the woman who had entered the bus. Pure exhaustion pulled me under into a dreamless sleep.
The light of day woke us both and it took me a while to realize that my slacks were still on the floor. They were hopelessly crumpled now and very dirty, and since I had no other clothes there was nothing I could do about my appearance. Both of us were disheveled when we reached the Los Angeles bus station. We had a shower there, and I sat in the ladies' room until he'd had my slacks cleaned and pressed.
It was a long and tedious wait, and it could have been a lot of fun for me if I hadn't gotten hung up on my feelings for Harry. There were several women hovering around me as I sat in my panties and blouse in the rest room, all of them dropping big fat hints of the good times we could have together. But I thought of Harry and how wonderful he had been to me, and that I shouldn't cheat on him the moment his back was turned. There was another fact in play, though. The women didn't appeal to me very much, rd had a taste of real cock, and I couldn't think of a good substitute for it.
What a fool I was! Thelma's tongue was doing more for me than any man's cock ever had. And hadn't Harry's tongue heated me up to the point at which a breath of air on my clitoris would have set off a chain of orgasms? Tongue mattered more than cock, I was sure of it. "Thelma, darling!" I moaned, shifting my hips and thighs so she could get all of me into her mouth. "You're so good at this! Oh yes, do it some more! But bring your ass over here so I can make you feel just as nice."
"Wait for it, wait for it," she said, and I understood that she was on the verge of something big. I waited and dreamed, patient now that I knew she was coming. Her sleek black body shuddered and she let out girlish little cries as her climax approached. Her mouth dug into my cunt all the harder and her tongue splashed about inside me like a tot in a wading pool. Harry had made me feel so fine! Uncle Arnie had been superseded a hundred times over! Even Anna had made me feel better than he could ever do. Jim had, too. Perhaps I was the one who kept on improving?
"Now, baby now!" Thelma crawled over to me and parked her knees by the sides of my head. Her black cunt was inches above my face and lowering slowly "Eat it!" she urged. Oh yes, please! My hands took hold of her fulsome black buttocks again and drew them down further. Her pussy came to rest on my mouth and my lips met her labia in a deep soul kiss. Yes, thank you! Bittersweet juices flowed in rivulets along my tongue and down my throat, tender flesh brushed against my nose as her inner petals emerged from hiding, and now her face went back down between my legs. How sweet it is! I thought.
Yes, it had to be me all along. My body grew more sensitive, I learned what to expect from each emotion, and that made it a lot easier to follow through on everything that came my way.
The weeks I had spent with Harry traveling around the country, dilly-dallying our way to Washington, D.C., had been wonderful. But I had outdone him sexually. My faculties were honed to fine points, a finger in the right position could set me off but he remained static and then he learned to resent my sexuality. Ah, men!