Chapter 1
Tod hadn't left the apartment in more than three weeks. All the horror stories in the world had just come true for him, and in spades. He continually paced back and forth trying to figure out how it all happened and couldn't get it clear no matter how hard he tried.
Even though he was in trouble now, he still guessed he was lucky. Looking back on it all, he was amazed at the way he had come out of it.
He had made the pilgrimage along with so many others to New York, some years back, hoping to join the rest of his friends in starting an entirely new life style. He had thought it would be so easy. All they had to do was drop out and set up life their own ways. Somehow everything they could want would come along from heaven and allow them to live an easy life, free of the mundane worries that always bothered his folks back in the mid-west.
He had saved up enough cash to get by for a short while, and even though he had to sleep on dirty floors and squeezed into dimly lit hallways, he was ecstatic to be building his own life, free to choose the way he wanted. Of course there weren't too many ways open then ... only he didn't know it.
He had dropped out of college, glad to be rid of all that study shit, free from doing other people's dirty work for the first time in all his life. Tod was eighteen and free. That was a joke. He had no home, no friends and barely any acquaintances.
One thing he had plenty of was junk. The amount of pot that floated around the City then was incredible. Even then, as a newcomer he could sense the importance of that wonderful substance. Somehow he knew it would play a big part in his new life.
The East Side of the village was a beautiful place. All over the streets were congregations of young people dressed to the hilt just as they damn well pleased, their love beads displayed almost arrogantly, nearly inviting crude remarks from the straight world they invaded. Needless to say, the old time residents of that area, Italian and other slum dwellers, were up-tight about the young enemy. But where else could they go?
That they were already crowding into the lower East Side. That was where the cheap apartments were, and where Tompkins Square Park was like a magnet, drawing them to the spotty grass and bandstand. That was where they heard their music, heedless of the city traffic that squealed by, their minds turning that filth into a beautiful place for habitation.
Part of the fantasy was drugs. A very large part. Everyone calling himself "cool" turned on with something. Even those who were in town just for the action part-time, trying to play in the game turned on. The available pot and hash were pretty much garbage most of the time. But every so often a good batch turned up, from where, no one seemed to know, and then the word would get around, and the dealers and the pushers would start doing a brisk business.
The stories about the dealing spread as fast as sex among the kids who joined the downtown scene. Everyone told about friends who had just gone to Mexico to grab a few kilos of grass and were now selling for big profits. Or how the friend had come back from a distant trip, with a suitcase full of quality hash, with a big profit to be made.
Then there were those who gave the stuff out free. Tod took all the free stuff he could get, hiding his stashes in various spots, hoping it would still be there when he came back in need. No sense carrying around danger with himself. Use good sense always.
Weeks and weeks went by and his money was going down. He needed some more in a hurry but the idea of his working for real just didn't go with his idea of any easy life. Besides, every job he had ever held was a drag. They were all boring.
If there was one thing he just had to avoid, it was that. Tod just couldn't see spending two days a week pushing stacks of papers around and stuff like that. All jobs were alike. They were all shit.
So when someone he knew from the other side of town passed him on the street and asked if he wanted to score some grass, he said that he'd like to sell it. The guy looked him up and down and finally offered to let him hustle a few ounces for him. He would get to keep five bucks per sale.
Of course he had to be cool, and not sell to anyone he didn't know and trust. Whenever he felt uneasy without knowing why, he just did not make the approach.
The first thing he did was run up to Mary's place. It was quite late in the afternoon when he got there and knocked.
"It's Tod, Mary. May I come in?"
"Sure."
They weren't really close friends, but hers was the closest apartment to where he had met his buddy, and would do as a starting place. He knew selling grass was easy money. No one passed a chance to get good stuff, and he knew this was super stuff.
Mary unlocked the door and peeked out. Assured that he was really Tod, she let him in. He smiled and sat in a chair. He had to meet his friend later on that night, so he was glad to rest while he could.
"Say Mary, I've got great stuff. Interested?"
He came across immediately with the sales pitch, being sure to use only street language and appear cool. She appeared mildly interested and came closer, her lush body pressing against the chair. He huddled inside her, his hands itching to grab her tits.
"What you got? Anything good?"
Her eyes lit up with thought. He dashed her hopes with a shake of his head but countered with another offer.
"I'll give you a taste and see if you like it, it's grass, but super stuff ... just in fresh."
He made the last part up, knowing that the rumors, like that turned the customers on. The line caught her attention and she sat opposite him, waiting for the joint to be rolled. He took an ounce from his pocket and rolled a joint His hands shook a lot as he made the joint, making it fatter than he had expected. Later he learned that the fatter they were, the easier the sale.
He handed the finished joint to Mary and she sniffed it, her heavy breasts rising with each breath. He couldn't help but look as he devoured the outline of those heaving melons, swinging inside her loosely styled dress. He knew she never wore a bra, being a part of the current styles in more bodily freedom. Mary wet down the joint, hoping to make it last longer and burn slower through the dampness. Tod leaned back, and watched her light the joint. Her eyes closed as smoke curled up from the glowing tip, and as she took in a big lungful. Then she passed it to him. He followed her example and felt the burning weed down his throat and all the way into his belly. It was really good stuff after alL
Mary took another toke and coughed. The smoke was really strong. Tod walked behind her and smacked her back freeing the trapped smoke and giving her a better chance to breathe. The color came back to her pretty face, and she smiled her thanks. Tod smiled and took the offered joint managing another heavy drag.
As the smell sweetened the air in the room, Mary lit some incense. Now the blend of both scents carried heaven right through his head. Suddenly, he didn't like it there. His head whirled all around, checking the apartment, trying to pick out points to relate to so that he could feel welcome there again.
He had been to Mary's place twice before, and had smoked grass there each time, so the reality of getting busted there was non-existent. There was another sense, however, one that spun off feelings. And that one made him uneasy. It had nothing to do with pot.
He went back to watching Mary finish the joint. She took two big drags, one after another, and passed the remains of the joint to Tod. As the 'roach' passed to his hands, the flesh touched and he felt a rush of warmth go to his head. Something told him how to block out that worried, scared feeling. She was the answer.
Mary had smoked enough. She leaned back in her chair, letting the pot take over her senses. It began leading her through all sorts of thought patterns, letting her body relax at the same time. Tod felt the same way, and so he knew the grass was good and that Mary would probably buy.
That problem seemed solved, and he disposed of the last little bit of the joint by rolling it into a tiny pellet and swallowing. It slid easily down his parched throat.
Her eyes smiled. Then she turned to head into the small kitchen. Her moving body filled his mind and he struggled to recapture his earlier euphoric feeling. Every motion of that luscious body now made him lean forward until he nearly fell off the edge of his chair. He caught himself just as Mary came back with a beer.
Between them they managed to polish off the foamy beer. Tod felt better now. The paranoia was fleeing with each passing moment and he knew that everything was cool. He also knew that Mary was staring at his face. So he stared back watching her mouth and eyes. Silence grew loud in the room, the only disturbing sounds coming from far below, out on the street. Something hot was happening.
His head was wracking inside, the grass making everything very pretty and super-important. Mary was sitting like a lovely cat, her smile growing wider, inviting Then he couldn't stop smiling either. The warmth of a pretty face and the potent drug combined to send indescribable tremors across his body.
He stood and walked over to Mary. Tod knew they were on the same wavelength. He could sense it
She lifted her head as he advanced. He bent to it and tasted her flesh, his lips clinging for a long minute sucking at the tasty neck. Then Mary stood and faced him.
"You're beautiful," was all he said, and she led him to the bedroom.
In the room was a cluttered dresser, almost overflowing with clothes and junk. Scarves and jewelry were tangled with paperbacks and shitty underwear. The whole place had the look of a child's bedroom, but he didn't have much time to look around.
In one quick leap, they both climbed onto the bed, and the mattress creaked beneath their combined weight. They rolled together, laughing and playing and having a great old time. He put both hands on her shoulders, and could feel her body beneath her dress.
He pushed down and Mary fell in a lump, not an ounce of resistance in her. He rolled next to her and removed his shoes. She was already barefoot, so took her turn by slipping her dress over her head. His body spun into action, sending warm flashes of lust along his thighs. Mary tossed the dress to the floor and sat naked from the waist up, her big heaving breasts growing under their own weight. He couldn't wait. Lunging forward, he slammed his head against those firm mounds, wanting a nipple between his open lips.
He found one and as it went inside, Mary shunted forward, giving him a better shot. She wound her fingers in his hair and demanded his naked body against hers. Rapidly he undid his shorts, flinging them to the floor. Then they touched flesh to flesh, their aroused bodies sending erotic shock waves along their spines, working on their senses. The heightened feelings of lust they both felt left no room for shyness in the meeting of their bodies.
Her nipples grew and grew, seemingly without end, and he felt like he would stay sucking on that rich melon all day. The feeling was really intense and he smoothed his hand over the other tit, feeling the stabbing nipple pulse hard against his palm. In his pants he felt another growing sensation and knew his cock was hardening. Mary pulled back and leaned on her arms, shaking her heavy tits as if to call him to them. He responded rapidly, flattening his body over hers, shoving his hard dork against her panty covered cunt.
She sighed and collapsed under his supporting weight so easily. His turned-on state grew, and he saw her as a provocative woman, rich and ripe, wanting to please him and make him submit to her feminine pleasure.
He was ready for it. He wanted to dominate her and be dominated by her.
Together they would become one erotic being, charged with their mental and physical energies, turning their casual lovemaking into a serious and exciting affair.
Raising himself above her, he stared down. His sensual self was rising through-the deep, pot haze. Threatening to make him lunge after her like a stud in heat. Then she reached up and zipped his pants. Tod helped and soon his hard meat was standing straight and stiff in her slim hands.
He moved forward and Mary rubbed her fingers over the taut surface, rubbing the rod vigorously. He moved around, becoming always more and more aroused. His legs were spread apart and Mary lay down between them.
The long tool waved in the air as she shifted, sliding her lace panties over her long slim thighs. He watched hotly as they came off, exposing the silken hairs of her golden pubic area. They glistened and shimmered as he gazed.
Her inner thighs were already moist, her cunt ready, to be filled and he came around quickly, bringing his stinging tongue down hard on her, wiggling the tip of it into that sweet smelling hole. She gasped and rocked with the wonderful feeling. Her legs went up and she opened wide, giving him easy access to that delicious spot. His tongue ran alongside her thighs, tickling and teasing her until she clamped her legs together tightly about his face. When she opened them again, his tongue headed straight for her slit. Inside her cunt, the channel was slippery and smooth, the gorgeous walls sucking at his tongue as he ate her out.
He leaned over her, his mouth busy. Then he felt her mouth returning the favor. She was lapping at the hard head of his expanded cock. It was his turn to writhe under the expert caresses.
His legs opened out and back, as he gyrated, trying to sock his long rod into her steaming mouth. Mary opened her lips and closed them after he went in, stuffing her jaws with the full joint. She sucked heartily, like dragging again on that wonderful pot, only this time it was a joint that throbbed at her.
Together they licked at sex and found their hands wandering over heated bodies, filled with erotic delights. Back and forth they rocked, their bodies acting in harmony, the song of lust building to a hard rock song.
Mary was caught in a liquid heat, blotting out everything that went through her drug-laden mind except the high kick of sex. Her sopping passage seemed to have its own life, grabbing and pulling at his tongue. He felt her inner muscles pull and twitch and tried to reach his slithering tonuge in her cervix.
All the .time his fingers worked over her clitoris, sending spasms of urgent desire through the girl's legs and thighs. Her body approached a breaking point, and Mary sobbed under the continued pressure. Tod's hands roamed over her lush body at will, finding their own separate ways. His mind was too far gone, locked into the beauty of lust, to worry about his hands. All his concentration was on the head of his throbbing cock. He kicked his legs and sent the pulsing pole deeper into Mary's sucking lips. The head hit her throat and sprung to new life. It seemed to grow even bigger in her warm wetness.
They shifted positions. Now they were side by side, slapping their bellies against each other, driving their sensitized organs into each other's mouths. Almost silent now, they both felt the grass-aided eroticism climb higher.
He felt the first drops of scum begin to drip from the head of his vibrating tool. He lunged deep into Mary's mouth, driving like a fired up engine. The feeling was incredible. His cock was hers. Her pussy was his. They were linked in a chain of lust. Tod knew that when his prick exploded into her gaping jaws, her lubrication would come down and flow into his mouth.
Harder now, he strained against her face, feeling his tight balls hit her chin. His mouth and nose were firmly entrenched in Mary's box, and his fingers now pinching and squeezing her delectable ass. Ramming into her one more time did it. His hot spunk squirted against her throat and Mary gagged on the overflowing juices.
Somehow the sticky come made it into her mouth, past the sputtering throat, and she managed to smoothly swallow load after load of his hot spunk.
Now it was Mary's turn. She slammed her body against his, wanting to force his head completely inside, trying to fill her soaking cavity, and at the same time trying desperately to build her climax to an even higher point. She wanted to savor every delightful moment, to make the experience last longer than ever before, to feel the coming eruption with all of her varied senses.
She opened her eyes now, watching the last few drops from his dribbling cock. Then she gave out with some piercing sex shucks, using her sense of speech to tell him of the ongoing erotic attack. Her come oozed out. His tongue and lips actively collected it, sucking it into his jaws, along with her knobby clit, driving her almost mad with the licking action that covered her twat.
They rolled on the bed, Mary throwing her arms around like a screaming madwoman, yelling and howling for more. Tod pressed his fingers into service, shoving two of them deep into her tight anal canal. She wound her ass-hole around them, screwing herself tightly on the intruding digits, while her cunt still sent forth streams of lubrication.
"Oh yes ... come ... good ... so nice."
Her voice trailed off as her climax petered out into a series of short uncontrollable jerks.
He left her slit and licked his sticky lips. He loved the taste of hot fresh come and sucked it in vigorously, trying to get every last drop. Her thighs were sticky and wet and he dove back at them, wanting to clean them thoroughly. Mary pushed him away, however. Her body was too sensitive now; unable to handle any further attack on its sensual areas.
They closed their eyes, bodies still wet with spent fluid, and then they dozed, not really sleeping, but caught up in a new series of intricately involved grass-stimulated dreams. He knew the day had so far been quite a success. He had smoked some good dope and screwed a beautiful girl. She probably was going to buy some stuff on top of that.
The pot high lasted for another hour or so, giving them time to try out some more tricks and for him to complete a sell with her. To his surprise she offered him a place to stay.
Not only had he gotten a beautiful lay, now this chick was going to give him a place to sleep. He accepted and kissed her in thanks. That started the whole thing again, and he couldn't escape without pumping one more quick load into her sweet hole.