Chapter 8

I drifted about for a while after they released me from that dump of a prison in Mexico, just wandering around the West Coast. I met some people, but none of them impressed me. Then I ran into Zeke.

Zeke moved dope, all kinds, but especially grass. A girl introduced me to him in a small cafe in Santa Barbara, and we hit it off pretty well. I parried with him for a few days, having a ball. And then he asked me if I wanted to work for him.

"For you?" I said.

"All right, kid; with me."

"You want me to help you handle dope, eh?"

"That's right. You'll get twenty-five percent of the volume. That could amount to a thousand dollars a week for you."

Well, we worked out the details and I went to work. It turned out to be less spectacular than he promised, but I was making three hundred bucks a week without much work. I'd get contacts for him, usually college kids, and mostly I sold grass. I hung around the campuses a lot, keeping my eyes and ears tuned to who wanted what. People got to know me, which was risky because it left me open to a bust.

Zeke took good care of me, though. He helped me buy off a couple narcotics agents and a few cops. The life wasn't hard and the money was good. I was moving grass and LSD, good stuff and at fair prices.

And I was meeting chicks....

One chick in particular, Kecia, was special. She had long black hair, and she was formed like a goddess. I met her at a party. She had arrived with some guy, but they didn't seem to be making it. I stared at her, hard, and she returned it. So I walked over.

"Greetings," I nodded. "You look like you're having the time of your young life."

She chuckled sarcastically. "If that character tells me once more about all the money he has," she said, nodding toward her escort, who was busy begging grass from a bearded cat, "I'm gonna spit in his ear."

"Get rid of him," I said. "Let's get out of here. I'll take you to a groovy place I know. They've got a good band, and I feel like dancing. And I've got what your boyfriend is trying to beg."

I didn't ask her whether she wanted to go or not. I never give a chick a chance to say no. I turned and left her there, waiting for her friend to get back with the reefers. I stood by the door, watching her, and she kept looking at me, getting more and more fidgety. I could see she was debating her move, and when she suddenly seemed cooler, I knew she was going to come with me.

Sure enough, she and the guy started arguing when he got back to her, and after a heated discussion, she walked away from him. She left the poor slob standing there holding two skinny joints and without a woman. Life is hard.

"Okay, let's go," she smiled to me, and out we went.

"My bus is over there," I said, pointing to the far end of the driveway. "Your bus?"

I had picked up a VW bus for my travels; it was a great way to get around for somebody who didn't have a home. I slept in it, ate in it, got high in it, made love in it, etc.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" she said when we got up to it. I had asked one of my freaked-out contacts to do a paint job on the exterior, and he had gone out of his mind. He did a sort of mad version of the Sistine Chapel, and it was gorgeous, color everywhere. It looked like an easel on four wheels.

"You get in through the back," I said, opening the rear doors.

She climbed in and fell over the mattress. "I thought you said we were going dancing," she smiled.

"I did and we are," I said. "I also mentioned that we were going to get high, and so...."

I pulled out a bag of smoke, the very best I had. I filled the bowl of a large pipe I had picked up, not bothering to roll reefers any more. I had all the smoke I could want; why bother rolling it? I just stuffed it in pipes and smoked until I didn't need any more. It was very luxurious, but I allowed myself certain luxuries.

"Here," I said, handing her the pipe after I had lit it. "Drag hard until it really gets burning."

I wanted to get her high in a hurry; that's why I told her that. The pipe wasn't about to go out. She sucked on it, inhaling an immense amount of smoke, and after six drags, she was floating. I put the pipe down and reached for her.

"Who are you, anyway?" she asked, her eyes dreamy.

"Jesus," I said. "Your salvation."

I was only kidding, but I could see that she dug it. By that time, I sort of resembled Jesus. I wore my hair shoulder length and had lost some weight. My face had an aesthetic quality to it, my eyes highlighted by all that hair. I looked far-out, and chicks who were sick of being in close and uptight dug the image I projected.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as I kissed her. "You do something to me. I like you...."

"You do something to me, too, baby, and I dig it," I said.

I pushed her back on the mattress and shoved my hand under her thin sweater. She started to resist, but I murmured something in her ear about how beautiful she looked, and she gave in.

"Let me make you feel like you've never felt before," I continued, my voice low, strong. "You need what I can give you, don't you? Don't you?"

"Yes, yes," she whispered, her words gushing out, but I could feel her nervousness. She was ready to let me have my way, although part of her still feared me.

I kissed her again, shooting my tongue into her mouth, my hands roaming her lush body. Lord, but she was built! What a body she had! I had accepted a lot of second-rate cunt the previous few weeks, but this pussy was first-class. I decided that I would get her and hold on to her.

"Gonna make you feel real good, baby," I murmured, having unbuttoned her sweater and freed her smooth tits from her bra. I don't know why she bothered wearing a damn brassiere; her tits were firm enough to stand without one.

"Ohhhhh, I like that," she moaned as I sucked her tits. I did it very gently, taking a nipple between my teeth and nibbling on it, teasing it. It got hard in a hurry, and I knew I was doing fine. She may have had men before, but few had taken time to really put a match to her. I wondered what she would be like when she was really burning.

"Ohhhh, yeah, baby!" I gasped. "Ohh, yeahhhhhhhh!"

Her body was moving now, squirming as I let my tongue slide over her hot flesh. I pulled her panties down as I shot my tongue into her navel. She hissed like a viper, and when I got her panties off, I dived between her thighs. I took her by surprise, because she yelped like someone had stabbed her. It occurred to me that she had never allowed any man to eat her pussy. She was incredibly high now, though, and her inhibitions had lost control of her body. She wanted what I was about to give her, the kind of love-making that can turn a woman into a whore for a man.

"Ooooooooo," she groaned. "Ohhhh, wow! Mmmmmmmmm...."

I sucked at her clit, and she started going crazy. The bus was rocking and squeaking, and I almost laughed. Then I shoved my tongue in her cunt, and she lifted her ass high, letting me force as much of my tongue into her as possible. I pulled it out of her and lifted her ass higher, sliding my tongue into her anus. Her body jerked spasmodically, and she tried to wriggle away from me. She was all mine at that point, and I knew it. I decided to make love to her as I had made love to no woman. I wanted to own her....

"Gahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!" she rasped, my lips closing about her clitoris. I pushed my pants down and kicked my shoes off, and in a few moments, I was naked.

"C'mon, baby!" I urged. "Let's make it together!" I swiveled around so that my dick hung over her face. She hesitated a moment, and I flicked my tongue against her clitoris. Her hips thrust up, her body tensing. I had her on the precipice.

"Suck it!" I gasped, lowering my prick to her lips. "Suck it, baby! Ohhhhh, baby!"

I felt her mouth close over my dick, and I thought my brain would dissolve. Those satin-smooth thighs were bewitching and I could have come just thinking of that sensual mouth sucking at my cock. But I kept control, fucking my dick into her mouth in slow strokes, letting her fall in love with the feel of it between her lips.

We just wallowed there on that mattress, my head between her legs, my dick deep in her mouth. She had it in both hands at times, her tongue sliding over the head of it. Within a few minutes, she was crazy-wild, her will totally committed to appeasing her appetites. She was hungry! She licked and sucked that cock of mine like a little girl who had been given her favorite candy. Her cunt was sopping wet; she seemed to have embarked upon an eternal orgasm.

And then I couldn't hold back any longer. I let it go, my sperm gushing into her mouth. I had wanted to draw it out from between her lips and fuck it into that steaming cunt, but once my dick began to throb, there was no holding back. Surprisingly, she goggled my come like it was wine. "Eeeeeeannnhhhhh!" she moaned, and I figured we'd have half the party out in the driveway in minutes. She was screeching, yelling at the top of her lungs as I kissed that lovely, pink clit of hers. We were both on cloud nine....

"Oh, God! What happened!" she moaned when we had finished, "Oh, where am I?"

She was too high, I realized, and I took her in my arms, cradling her head on my chest. "It's all right," I murmured. I'm here. You just died, that's all. You're alive now, baby."

I looked down at her face, and it was streaked with tears. She had really been on a trip!

"Ohhhh, hold me!" she said, her nails digging into my back. "I feel so scared, but so wonderful!"

"I know, baby. I know...."

We talked some after that, and sure enough, she had never lain with a man who had taken the trouble to warm her up properly. I guessed that ninety percent of the chicks on the street didn't know what it meant to be completely aroused. Hell, I had met enough of them to know.

"I'm sorry, but I'm taking off for the desert country," I said when she asked me when she was going to see me again. "This looks like our first and our last....

"No!" she said. "I won't let it be. You can't go. You can't leave me here!"

I couldn't believe she was talking that way to a man she had just met. It seemed like I was her Jesus after all....

"Nothin I can do about it, baby," I soothed. "I'd like to stay. I never met a woman like you before in my life. But I've got to cut out; I've lined up a business deal, and I have to find a place to five away from here....

"Then I'll go with you," she chimed.

"With me?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Haven't you got anybody?"

"My parents; but I'm living away from home now. I've got a roommate. And the hell with her...."

"Is she good-looking?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Maybe she'd want to go along...."

"Well, uh...."

She didn't like the idea, that was obvious. But she didn't want to say anything that might offend me, might cause me displeasure. She was intent on staying close to me.

"Let's go see her," I suggested. "Besides, you have to tell her you're leaving, don't you?"

"Tonight?"

"I'm leaving tonight, baby."

We drove over to her apartment, a slick place that rented to young marrieds and kids. Her roommate was lying on the couch thumbing through a magazine when we walked in. She wasn't as spectacular as Kecia, but she was sexy enough. She was nearly as tall, and her hips were rounded, her legs sleek. She wore a nightie, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders. I hoped her inexperience matched Kecia's.

"Who's this?" she said when Kecia started to walk past her to the bedroom.

"His name is Paul," Kecia snapped. "I'm going away with him."

"You must be Sam," I said, stepping toward her.

"Sammy! Is that what Kecia told you? Damn, but she's daft My name is Jill."

We looked each other over, and I made it plain that I liked what I saw of her. "You're old friends?" she said, meaning me and Kecia.

"No, I just met her tonight," I said.

"Tonight! Well, I'll be damned! And she's going away with you, eh?"

"That's right"

"You must've shown her something real good. She's got a lot of boyfriends, you know. And some of them are rich."

"Money can't buy what I can give her," I said.

At first, she seemed bemused by me, as if she considered me a strange phony. But when Kecia came out asking where a certain article of clothing had been stored, Jill's gaze seemed different. She appraised me more carefully.

"You look high," she said flatly.

"I am," I said.

"Wish I were...."

"PrestoV I said, pulling a small bag of smoke out of my shirt pocket. She giggled, and I gave her the bag. After a bit of rummaging, she found a package of cigarette paper in her bag and rolled a crude-looking joint. She was in a hurry, and she was all thumbs. I guessed she didn't get high often. She lit it and drew the smoke into her lungs.

"Careful," I said. "It'll mess you around."

"I know what I'm doin'," she said, and I didn't like her for a moment. She was too crass; no class. I waited for the smoke to take its effect. In a couple minutes, she was in the clouds. Kecia came out, holding her bags.

"What the hell is this, a pot party?" she said, and for a moment, I hated her, too. Chicks could be so damn stupid!

Jill struggled to her feet, her nightie gaping open to expose the soft flesh of her breasts and belly. I dropped my eyes to her legs and dug her thighs, smooth and fleshy. "Paul was telling me how good he did it to you," she said, and I was surprised by her boldness.

"That's right, baby," I said, stepping between the two girls. Kecia looked mad. "Just so easy...."

I shoved my hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. It felt warm through the sheer material of her panties, and when I rubbed her clit with the palm of my hand, she gasped.

"Go ahead, show her what it's like," Kecia said contempuously. "Then let's get out of here."

She sensed that I didn't like Jill, and she figured if I gave her some, that would be the end of it. I guided her roommate down on the couch and ripped her panties off. She squealed, half-frightened, half-pleased. I buried my face in her cunt and gave it a few licks. She moaned and leaned back, her legs splaying open.

"Ohhhhh, mmmmmm!" she moaned. "You were right, Kecia honey. He is good...."

And then I slapped her, hard across the face. The next thing I knew, Kecia was over her too, beating her with her small hands. I stepped back and watched them go at it. They were two hellcats, full of spirit. They tumbled to the floor, and Jill ripped the front of Kecia's dress down.

"You bitch! Kecia yelled. "You goddamn, worthless bitch!"

Jill belted her, and Kecia's head snapped back. Jill moved atop her, her tits dangling. "Now kiss 'em!" she hissed. "Kiss 'em or I'll rip yours off!" She had Kecia's breasts, her fingers closed over each one, and the expression on Kecia's face told me that her roommate wasn't playing.

And then Kecia was sucking at Jill's tits, first one, then the other. And they both began to dig it, too. I watched their manner change, until they were both writhing together on the floor, a mass of soft flesh, twisting, squirming.

"Get down there and eat her!" I snapped to Kecia, and she obeyed instantly, crawling between the other girl's legs. I pulled my dick out of my pants and moved over Jill. "Now you do for me what she did for me earlier," I said. "Get your mouth on it!"

Man, I had those girls in heat! Jill was flipping, with Jill down there eating and my dick crammed into her mouth! It was outta sight! I came, and she started to push it away, but I forced it back into her mouth and told her to suck it all in. She did.

When she was through, I pushed Kecia aside and went to work on Jill's cunt. I had her frothing at the mouth, I swear. She was mad, not quite as good as Kecia, but just fine. In fact, she seemed more aggressive than Kecia, and I dug that.

"Eeeeeeeyahhhhhh!" she screamed when she hit that peak, the one I drove her to with my tongue slashing at the hard nub of her clitoris. I dipped and shot my tongue into her cunt, and she started wheezing like someone had cut off her air. She was drained when I finished with her, eager to come with us.

And so, I packed them into the bus and headed off into the night. I wasn't quite sure where I was going, but I had plenty of pussy with me and I was a free man. What more could I ask?

I kept one hand on the wheel as I drove and the other between Kecia's legs. She sat opposite me in the front seat, her dress hiked up about her waist, her thighs spread. I could work a finger into her cunt in that position, and we breezed along the open road into the desert, high and happy.

I looked back into the rear of the truck and saw Jill lying on the mattress, nude, smoking one reefer after another, her finger toying with her clit. She was hot and ready; I had just started her engine back at the apartment.

"You drive," I said to Kecia, pulling over to the side of the road. She took the wheel without a word, and I hustled back to Jill. The more I saw of that chick, the more I liked her. "Feelin' the smoke, eh?" I said to her, nodding at the finger that was working its way into her pussy.

"Yeah," she murmured, her voice heavy with the drug. "Can you do anything for me?"

That last question sounded more like a plea. She wanted to feel, wanted to get it off so bad it hurt. I love chicks when they're like that; they'll do anything for a little lovin'. I took the remainder of the joint from her and sucked on it. Her skin was so white in the soft fight that breezed through the windows of the fast-moving bus. I held the hot end of the joint over her navel. Her eyes widened as I lowered it, as she felt the heat of it come closer to her soft skin.

"How bad do you need me?" I said slowly. "How bad...?"

I pushed the burning tip of the reefer into her navel, and her body tensed. But she didn't cry out In fact, a most amazing phenomenon took place; she began to moan as if she were coming! I reached down and touched her pussy, and damned if she hadn't climaxed!"

"Ohhhh, Jesus!" she wailed when I took the reefer away. It had left an ugly burn. I leaned over and bathed it with my tongue, and she freaked out.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Ohhh, I've got to have it! I showed you how bad I need you! Now, please! Fuck meeeeeeee!"

How could I deny her? I shucked my clothes off and fell on top of her. No preliminaries; they had been taken care of. She wanted to be fucked; I would fuck her.

"Yesssssssss!" she hissed when she felt my dick penetrate her hungry vagina. "Oooooooooo!"

I fucked her hard, and the more brutal my thrusts, the more she seemed to like it. Fantastic! I felt like a caveman, some atavistic being resurrected from the airless swamps of prehistory, emptying myself in the willing cunt of Woman! She couldn't live without me, and I didn't need her. I would use her, though, to suit my purposes. I would command, dominate. She would be mine, totally. As would Kecia. I would construct a world of my own. No one I did not like would be admitted into it, nor would they push their way into it without penalty.

Well, I found a place to live the next day. A rancher, down and out and with only a few horses left, rented me a small cabin at the foot of a mountain. It was a beautiful spot.

I fucked around with the girls for about a week. The cabin was located near San Francisco, and with the open roads, I was in L.A. in no time. I hit a few contacts, then took a table in a coffeehouse waiting for my last man.

At that point Randy and Karen walked in.

I had tripped on acid the night before, and for a moment I truly did not believe my eyes. But when I called out, they turned and stared at me bug-eyed. Karen rushed over and planted a fat soul loss right on my mouth. I grabbed those tight buttocks and worked her belly over my cock. The rest of the patrons looked on interestedly....

"So what the hell are you doin' out here?" Randy asked, and I filled him in. I also suggested they both come five with me, and they agreed. Randy had been busted in New York, but he had jumped bail. Karen had cut some cat up, and she couldn't stay in the city for fear someone would do the same to her. We were all in one big bag.

"Company!" I yelled when we got to the cabin, and when Randy got a load of Kecia and Jill, his eyes showed marked delight.

"No more men?" Karen asked.

"Don't worry, honey," I said. "I'll give you all you need."

Man, that was some night. Randy proved that he was impotent, and the girls ended up in my bed. The next day, I spoke with Randy, trying to get to the bottom of his troubles.

"Man, you got to just let go," I said. 'Tour mind is messed up with the problems you had in New York, being busted and all. But you got to let your emotions run free...."

"Can't seem to do it, baby," he said. I'm just hung up. I can't believe it...."

"What's the problem, man? You just can't get it up?"

He nodded. I probed further, and it turned out the the dumb broad he had been seeing in the city threw him over for a black guy. Karen and he hadn't made love since they'd escaped from New York, and his ego was blown.

"You're mad at the world, ain't you?" I asked him, and he mumbled yes. "Well, you got to learn how to let that all out...."

We went inside the cabin. Karen and Kecia had taken the bus and gone for a drive into the mountains. Jill was lying on the cot, dozing. I turned on some Indian music, very ethereal, and then Randy and I got high.

"JilU" I shouted, and she opened her eyes. I was kneeling next to her. "Randy is going to do whatever he pleases with you, Jill, and you will let him. Do you understand? No matter how much it hurts, you will not resist him. When he's finished, he will make you feel good, very good...."

I left at that point. I walked away from the cabin, and I heard Jill screaming. I hoped Randy wouldn't hurt her too much; she might cut out on us. Then Kecia and Karen came barreling in with the bus. I flagged them down, climbed behind the wheel and headed for L.A. When we arrived, I headed for a campus dive, a joint where I thought I might meet some prospective members of my group.

When we walked into the joint, heads turned. I was looking real shaggy by that time. I gave the appearance of a mountain man come down to scuffle with the rabble. And with two gorgeous chicks like Kecia and Karen by my side, we were a weird caravan.

I looked around the room, but I saw nothing of interest. And then this young guy walked in with a chick, a lovely girl who seemed about seventeen. The guy had a baby face and he was maybe eighteen. He wore his hair like mine, very long, and they both had an other-worldly air about them, like the real world bored them to tears.

"Hello, brother," I said as they passed our table. "Sit down and share some of our food...."

They looked us over, and then the guy smiled and motioned to the chick to sit down. They introduced themselves as Andy and Helen.

"Where you from?" I said.

"Chicago," Andy answered.

"No kidding! A hell of a place....

"That's right," he said. "A prison....

"You travelin' free, eh?" I said. The guy nodded, and I could see that he and his chick were very tired. I got the impression that they hadn't been on the road long, and I was right; they had cut from home about a month earlier, hitchhiking across the States. It had been a hard trip, they told me. Some Texas cops had busted them on vagrancy charges and they had spent a few days in jail before they were released.

"Fascist bastards," Andy muttered. "If I'd had a gun, I would've shot the motherfuckers!"

"Pigs!" Helen chimed in. "You should have seen them, ogling me like they wanted a piece. They hated us, but it wasn't enough to keep them from wanting to fuck with a hippie chick. That they dug! The sick pigs...."

"You know anybody out here?" I asked.

"No, nobody," Andy said. "We just had to get away, that's all. We'll take our chances."

"That's right," Helen said. "We don't need anyone. We can take care of ourselves."

They didn't look like they were doing a very good job of it. They wolfed down the food we gave them, and I knew they were sick of the road. They wanted refuge, a home away from home.

"So you've got no place to stay tonight, that right?" I said.

"That's right," the chick answered.

"That's wrong," I said. "You can come with us, if you want. I've got a house out in the desert. You'd love it. The view is fantastic; it'll blow your mind. And you don't have to worry about smoke or acid. I've got plenty of both."

They looked at each other to see whether they had actually heard what they had heard. I suppose it sounded too good to be true, but they smiled at each other and we all walked out of there together.

"Climb in the back and help yourself to the smoke," I said to Andy. I grabbed Helen by the hand. "You sit up front with me," I grinned.

She slid into the passenger's seat, her short dress seeming to disappear. She had nice legs, smooth and sleek. She was beautiful, the stereotype of the erotic hippie chick. But she wasn't as tough as she thought she was, it seemed to me. She came on hard, but she was all little girl inside. A very sexy little girl, admittedly.

I smelled the grass burning in the back of the bus, and Karen handed us the pipe. They were all high, Andy, Karen, and Kecia. Karen had taken a liking to Andy, that was easy to see. He lay on his back on the mattress, and she was next to him, one leg slung over his. Her tits pressed against his arm, and she was giving him the sultry-eyed special. If his dick wasn't jumping, it should have been.

"Hey!" Helen giggled. "This grass is good!"

She was puffing on that pipe like an Indian chief, sucking the smoke into her lungs. Her eyes grew hazy, and she slid closer to me. I regretted that the bus was equipped with bucket seats. I glanced down at her thighs and saw that her pussy had come out for some fresh air. She didn't seem to mind the exposure. I wondered just how experienced she was.

"How experienced are you?" I said, the smoke also taking its effect on me.

"Doing what?" she answered.

"Doing it, of course."

She laughed and snuggled closer, ignoring the discomfort of the seats, or lack of them. I turned and looked at her boyfriend. Karen had one of her lush tits in his mouth and he appeared altogether pleased. I was happy for him. Karen would take good care of him. She had that wondrous pussy steaming and ready to streak, and I had Helen to myself. That was a good arrangement, I thought.

"Andy's going to fuck Karen," Helen said, her words slurred. "He's going to fuck her, Paul."

"Karen brings out the worst in men. You'd be surprised how many guys have found themselves in Andy's position."

"Is she good?"

"Fabulous. You'll never see him again when she gets finished with him. It's that old black magic, you know...."

"Really?" she said, wide-eyed.

"Oh, come on, Helen," I chuckled. "You're not going to take what I said seriously, are you? Karen would laugh in my face if she heard what I just told you."

"Really?"

I pulled off to the side of the road, crunching through the roadbed and parking in the middle of a group of trees, well out of sight. Andy's groans filled the bus. I watched Karen work her pussy over his dick as he lay there. Kecia was kissing him, running her tongue inside his mouth.

"They're having a ball," Helen said.

"Let's find out what it's all about, shall we?" I asked, and she giggled again. She was somewhat brainless, I figured. She didn't know what was up, except for my dick. Her hand found that, and she squeezed it, her fingers almost shaking with anticipation.

I got out of my clothes and she did likewise after we had indulged in some oral stimulation. I had her worked up nicely, frothing at the pussy, you might say, although it wouldn't be true. She was wet, though, and that was all I needed. I lifted her onto my lap, letting her legs drape on each side of me. That brought her cunt in close approximation with my prick, and with a deft movement, the union was completed. She liked it.

"You're so big!" she gasped, wincing slightly as I buried the full length of my shaft in her snatch.

"All the better to fuck you with," I leered, and she giggled. I found that giggling was her main avenue of communication.

"Oooooooo, I like this I" she moaned as she wriggled her hips, giving my cock a little action. "Oooooooo...."

Man, she was oooooohing and ahhhhhhing and I was digging it all. It was quiet out there in the middle of those woods, the only sounds our sounds, the sounds of people living their lives at a fever pitch. We were grooving, and all was groovy, baby! The scene was green.

"This is so groovy!" she murmured, her breath hot against my neck as she clung to me. "Mmmmmmmmmm, wow!"

She was watching Andy get it from Karen, I knew that. All she had to do was open her eyes, and there he was! He had been something special to her, but that would all change. She was so young, like me, and she had so much to learn.

Andy I dug, too, but he was nowhere as far as I could see. He was a revolutionary talker, that was all. He had no intention of ever doing anything about the shit that floated around his head all day. He'd never manage to get his head out of the toilet bowl. Someday, he might be an accountant, certifed, yes indeed!

Meanwhile, Helen was having the good time, taking all I had and giving change. She snuck her tongue into my ear, and I thought I was gonna come. But I fought it back, wanting to make it all last, longer and longer. It felt so good, so gooooooooooood....

"I'm cominT she gasped, really workin' at that point. "Unnnnnnhhhhhhh...."

I let her have the load then, her body twitching and jerking as she sucked at my cock with the lips of that pussy. It was as if she had my dick in her mouth, the way she milked it. She was a natural, and I began to realize that most women fuck like witches if they're treated right. And I don't mean you should give them gifts, baby. You just got to warm them up a little, that's the trick.

I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, and she moaned. The more she moaned, the harder I squeezed, and as she climaxed again and again, I knew how much I enjoyed inflicting pain when it was coupled with pleasure. Helen finally subsided, crawling off me into her seat, looking as lifeless as a rag doll.

I started up the engine and pulled out onto the road again. Someone yelled from the back of the bus, and I turned to see Andy down there eating Karen's pussy. She arched her back, driving her cunt against his face.

What a goddamn perverted group of wastrels I had assembled!