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  “I’m Valerie, that’s Larry,” Valerie said. “Wanna get stoned?”

  Valerie lit a joint, took a hit, then passed it to Suzanne.

  “Where you heading?” Suzanne asked.

  She took a hit of the joint and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for maximum effect.

  “Some hippie hangout in California,” Valerie said.

  “A real groovy place,” Larry added.

  “You should come with us,” Valerie suggested.

  “Right on,” Suzanne said.

  Larry concentrated on driving while Valerie and Suzanne chatted and got more and more stoned. It was a real trip for Larry to listen to them, especially when they started talking about sex.

  “You ever do it with another girl?” Suzanne asked Valerie.

  “No,” Valerie answered. “I always wanted to, but the vibes were never right.”

  “What about you,” Suzanne said to Larry. “You ever had sex with a man?”

  Larry’s face turned red. “I let a friend suck my dick once, but only because he really wanted to, and I figured, hey, a blow job’s a blow job, right?”

  “That’s one way of looking at it,” Suzanne said.

  Valerie rolled another joint and passed it to Suzanne.

  “So,” Suzanne ventured, looking at Valerie seductively through half-closed eyes, “how are the vibes now?

  Valerie smiled lazily. “I like the vibes,” she said.

  She climbed into the back of the bus and sat facing Suzanne. They passed the joint back and forth. Aquarius came on the radio. The girls sang along as loud as they could. It was the happiest Valerie had felt since she’d left Ohio.

  Suzanne leaned up and kissed her. It was soft and tentative. Valerie responded eagerly, opening her mouth to let Suzanne’s tongue slip inside.

  Suzanne lay down and pulled Valerie down beside her. They entwined their legs and made out. Suzanne slipped her hand down the front of Valerie’s shorts and stroked her pussy lips.

  Valerie moaned.

  Suzanne took her hand from Valerie’s shorts and licked her fingers. She raised up and peeled her dress over her head. Her breasts, considerably larger than Valerie’s, bobbed gently as they came free of the dress.

  Suzanne straddled Valerie and leaned over her, letting her tits hang down in Valerie’s face.

  Valerie gathered Suzanne’s tits together and started on one pale pink nipple, giving it a thorough tongue bath before she moved on to the other one.

  Suzanne raised up and took off her panties, then she helped Valerie out of her shorts while Valerie took off her halter.

  Valerie lay back on the floor with her legs wide open. She rubbed her fingers between the lips of her pussy and inserted her middle finger, moving it in and out.

  Suzanne moved between Valerie’s legs, slipping her hands under her, bringing Valerie’s pussy to her as she leaned into it.

  Suzanne flicked her tongue over the slippery pink folds of Valerie’s pussy and teased her tongue between them, slowly working it into Valerie’s wet opening.

  Valerie cried out softly, arching her back so Suzanne’s tongue could go deeper. Suzanne squeezed each handful of Valerie’s ass cheeks, digging her fingers in the soft valley between them. She let the tip of one finger tease Valerie’s asshole until the taut opening relaxed, allowing Suzanne to slip a finger into Valerie’s bottom.

  Suzanne knew how to use her tongue. She pushed it in and out of Valerie’s pussy, occasionally bringing it out to tease the little pink nub of her clit. The combination of Suzanne’s finger in Valerie’s ass while Suzanne licked her was enough to take Valerie over the edge. She squealed in pleasure as she came, her feet pressing hard against the floor of the bus and her body quivering. When her orgasm subsided, she dropped her ass back to the floor, gasping and panting as she struggled to regain a measure of composure.

  “Wanna do me?” Suzanne asked.

  Valerie nodded. Suzanne straddled her chest and slid her pussy up to Valerie’s face. Valerie gripped Suzanne’s ass and held tight as she buried her mouth against Suzanne’s damp blonde bush. Lack of experience aside, it wasn’t long before the curious probing of her tongue had Suzanne gasping and moaning.

  “Yeah, lick me…” Suzanne said.

  She pumped her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy on Valerie’s face. The beginnings of an orgasm stirred in the pit of her stomach and rushed to her head, making her so dizzy with pleasure that she nearly fainted. Afterward, she stretched out beside Valerie and they kissed and fondled each other as they passed another joint back and forth.

  Another acid trip followed. Colors exploded and swirled around the two girls as they scissored their legs and rubbed their pussies together. Suzanne’s big, soft tits pressed against Valerie’s chest, eclipsing her tiny tits. They kissed, taking turns sucking each other’s tongue.

  Larry appeared in the midst of the action, grinning and waving his cock at the girls. He managed to wedge his cock between the kissing girls and they worked on it from both sides, kissing up his shaft until their tongues met at his knob.

  Suzanne raised up and turned around to offer her ass to Larry. He buried his tongue in her taut asshole and fucked it, then he moved down and slid his tongue inside her pussy, all while Valerie continued lapping at the head of his dick.

  Larry popped some of the acid. His cock, which was only of average size (on a good day) was suddenly a monster. He had his way with the girls at the same time, which had always been his biggest fantasy. Two wet, eager pussies at his command. Valerie was face down, singing along to whatever came on the radio, and Suzanne lay on top of her, face down also. Larry took turns with their pussies, alternating his cock from one to the other, tripping on the acid but equally high on the smell of sex that permeated the air around him.

  When he came, his soul left his body and flew above the groovy dreamscape. His massive cock jerked. A thick stream of cum spurted in slow motion, splashing across Suzanne’s back and all over the cheeks of her ass.

  Larry closed his eyes and rode the electric rainbow. Shades of Jimi and Janis and some crazy bunch of beatles being chased by a rolling stone…

  Then Suzanne took something from her duffel bag. A cock. Larry saw that it was attached to a harness of some kind. She strapped it around her waist and fucked Valerie first, then she told Larry to bend over, and hell, why not? He was hip to a new trip and groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon.

  Suzanne eased the rubber cock into his ass. He went down on Valerie and teased her pussy with his tongue. Suzanne reached around and jerked him off as she fucked his ass with slow, deep strokes.

  It was far out.

  They found a place to eat later that night, long after the buzz had worn off, and then they stopped to gas up. Valerie and Suzanne sucked off the attendant for the gas, not because they had to, but because they were free to do it, you dig?

  Larry and Suzanne took turns behind the wheel. When Suzanne was driving, Larry tried to fool around with Valerie, but she was never as interested in him by himself as she was when Suzanne was involved. She let Larry fuck her once, hoping to shut him up, and one time she gave him a half-hearted blow job, but then she told him to go beat off.

  They stopped at a roadside stand and Valerie bought incense that made the bus smell like sandalwood and the ocean, and when Suzanne wasn’t doing driving duty, she was getting high in back with Valerie and the two were fooling around.

  They camped at a roadside park their last night on the road. Larry played his guitar and sang folk songs while Valerie and Suzanne made love.

  The next day, right around noon, they arrived at the ranch in Chatsworth and found a sprawling utopia that looked as if it might have come straight out of the old west. Wooden buildings nestled among rocky hills and rolling sagebrush formed the core of the hippie commune. A buckboard wagon sat in stark contrast to the scattered, busted-down buses and cars that littered the landscape.

  Two young girls greeted Larry, Valerie, and Suzanne.
They wore colorful pheasant dresses. One was blonde with flowers in her hair. The other had dark, braided hair. The blonde introduced herself as Patty and her friend as Becky.

  “We’re tired of all the heavy trips society lays on us, dig?” Larry said.

  The girls nodded with deep, righteous understanding.

  “No heavy trips here,” Patty assured him.

  There was dancing and singing and lots of celebration. There was wine and grass and sex with whoever happened to be convenient at the moment.

  It was everything you’d expect to find when you weren’t living by the rules of a society that promoted unjust wars and laws designed to keep the average man and woman down.

  … And then he came out to introduce himself. A short man with black hair, a beard, and beady black eyes full of hate and impending doom.

  Suzanne felt a cold shiver along her spine. She wanted to run as fast and as far away as she could. Larry felt it too, but not Valerie.

  Valerie’s heart pounded and her stomach fluttered. There was something scary about him, sure, but his eyes burned through to her soul, and she knew in an instant that he was the one she was searching for.

  He was the one who would bring her something deep.

  LSD.

  Love Some Day.

  “I’m Charlie,” he said, fixing her with his poison eyes.

  And Valerie loved him already.

  Santa’s Stockings

  Ed had been walking up and down the street for five hours now, dressed as Santa Clause and drumming up business for Haglemeyer’s Department Store. Snow had begun falling three hours earlier-the wet, heavy shit. Ed’s balls were freezing. He slipped into one of the many strip clubs along the boulevard, hoping to roast his chestnuts over an open fire before he had to get back to work.

  “Hey, Saint Dick,” a buffed-up bald bouncer greeted Ed at the door.

  Ed shot the bruiser a dirty look. “I’m checkin’ my list, motherfucker,” he grumbled, “and you ain’t on it.”

  Guys like that really irked Ed. The big, dumb son of a bitch collecting a paycheck and probably getting his fill of pussy on the side, and what’s he do? Instead of smiling like a good boy, he stands at the door with his arms across his barrel chest, waiting to beat up some poor schmuck who’s just trying to get laid.

  The club was smoky. Loud, bass-heavy rock music shook the building. A big-breasted blonde cowgirl was riding a stick pony onstage. Her large, swaying breasts changed colors under the house lights.

  Ed went to the bar and ordered a beer. He carried it to a table right by the stage and sat down. The cowgirl spotted him and immediately started playing up. She leaned over the edge stage and dangled her boobs in Ed’s face.

  Ed dug a couple bucks from the pocket of his Santa suit and stuffed the bills between the cowgirl’s ample boobs. He even managed to get a finger under her bra cup so he could sneak a quick feel of her stiff nipple.

  “You gonna be naughty or nice?” he asked, grinning through his fluffy beard.

  “Keep the cash flowing, Santa, baby, and you’ll find out,” she teased.

  She turned her back to him and bent over to touch her toes. Her skirt rode up to expose tight pink panties stretched over a firm, wide ass. Ed dug out a five-dollar bill. It was all he had. He hated parting with more than a buck at a time, but timing was everything here. While he had her attention, he planned on keeping her around. He slipped the five bucks under the elastic of her panties, again with a quick finger, only this time he brushed damp pubic hair.

  The pretty blonde cowgirl continued to dance for Ed, lifting her breasts, pushing them together, and sucking her nipples. Ed watched with wide-eyed wonder. Occasionally she leaned over until her fat nipples were just out of his reach, and when he tried to grope them, she’d pull away, having a laugh at his expense.

  A waitress in a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and a barely-there top brought Ed another beer. He gave her a big tip and followed it up with a smack on the ass.

  A sexy, long-legged brunette in a leather body suit came onstage to replace the cowgirl. She strutted across the stage like a caged tiger, shaking her ass and collecting tips like the Salvation Army collects donations.

  Ed pulled another big bill out and waved her over. She reached for the money, but Ed pulled it back, keeping it just out of her reach.

  “What’s in it for Santa?” he asked. “Missus Clause ain’t been puttin’ out like she used to, what with all those elves runnin’ around.”

  She rolled her eyes, trying to humor him, but she was going to have to work a little harder to get the money, and Ed could see she was formulating her plan. She leaned down to give him a kiss, but that wasn’t good enough for Eddie boy. He was one greedy bastard. He grabbed at her, trying to get his hands on her tits and ass. She was too fast for him, snatching the money and moving off to another half-drunk dude flashing a handful of cash before Ed even realized she was gone.

  “What a cockteaser,” he mumbled, signaling to a half-naked waitress for another beer.

  One way or the other, Ed was having a good time tonight. He’d drink, maybe get a little pussy, and then head back to the department store for his paycheck. That was the way it had worked so far, that was the way he intended to keep it.

  He got up and made his way through the crowded club. Right now his dick was confused. It was hard to keep a stiff dick when you had to piss.

  The bathroom was at the end of a long, narrow, dimly lit hallway. He wandered through the door and down to the last urinal. As stood with his dick in his hand, making little smiley face drawings with his piss stream, he heard a man groaning in one of the stalls to his left. Please don’t let him be jerking off, Ed thought. I don’t need no guy thumpin’ his dick while I’m tryin’ to take a piss.

  He heard a woman moan next, which made him feel better. He could handle the thought of some couple balling nearby, but he couldn’t handle some pervert pulling his dick in public. A thing like that just wasn’t right, no matter which way you looked at it. Some things just weren’t for public consumption.

  He stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped up. He moved down the row of stalls. The first was open and empty. The second was closed. Ed peeked through the crack of the door and found it empty too.

  The third one was a different story altogether. He looked through the crack and saw the backside of a man, his hairy ass pumping away as he pounded his dick into a skinny brunette. He couldn’t see much of the brunette because the guy was blocking his view.

  He had to get a better look. He went into the stall next door and climbed up on the toilet seat. He gripped the top edge of the stall and peeked over. He could see the top of the guy’s bald head and the swell of the skinny girl’s ass, and he saw the guy’s dick sliding in and out. The couple were so engaged in what they were doing that they didn’t notice him.

  At least, not until one foot slipped from the edge of the toilet seat. His fingers came away from the stall. He groped at it, trying to catch himself before he fell. His knees slammed hard against the side of the metal wall of the stall. The metallic bang echoed through the bathroom.

  He fell off the toilet and landed on the dirty linoleum floor. He was barely on his feet when the guy in the next stall yelled, “Get outta here, ya fuckin’ pervert.”

  Ed hurried out of the bathroom before the guy had a chance to get his pants up and come after him. He stumbled back to the bar and found another seat, this one just as close to the stage as his original seat had been.

  The strippers (okay, dancers or whatever they liked to be called) came out one after the other. Some of them did some pretty amazing stuff. Ed in particular like the chick that could lick her own pussy. Jeez, the things he could do with a babe like that in his bed. It just boggled the mind, that’s what it did.

  Ed called for beer after beer as he watched a variety of girls do their stuff. This was much better than playing Saint fuckin’ Nick in the goddamn snow. Tits, ass, pussy, and brewski, that’s what it wa
s all about for Ed.

  He wandered over to the bar and got change (enough one-dollar bills to keep the entertainment cheap and continuous), then he bought a pack of cigarettes from the vending machine. He didn’t smoke all the time, only when he drank, and tonight he was going to do a lot of drinking.

  He reclaimed his table just in time to see a naughty blonde inserting the second of three tapered candles into her pussy. The candles were lit. She inserted a fourth into her asshole. Damn, he really loved this shit.

  He caught movement over in one of the darkened corners. The cowgirl was on her knees in front of some guy with a Mohawk. Her head bobbed up and down. The guy with the Mohawk had a big, goofy grin on his face.

  A lot of money, that’s all there was to it, Ed thought. A guy like that ain’t getting’ head from a chick like that without cold, hard cash.

  Ed had to envy the guy, though. Sure would be nice to have that babe slobberin’ all up and down on his dick right about now.

  After the candle babe disappeared from the stage, a busty dark-haired chick wearing a leather corset and matching thong, with boots that came all the way up to her thighs. A naked man crawled across the stage on all fours, his dick sticking straight out in front of him. The brunette held a riding crop in one hand. She straddled the naked guy’s back and began to grind herself against him, really getting into it. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, humping her pussy against his back, pretending like she was having the wildest orgasm of her life.

  Any one of these babes would be nice to get hold of, Ed thought. He’d let a woman like the one on stage now use that riding crop on him all night long just for the chance to sniff her panties.

  She smacked the naked man’s bottom as she rubbed her pussy up and down his back, and then she reached down and grabbed his pecker and jerked him off right there, making him shoot his in front of the cheering crowd of onlookers.

  What a life that had to be! And the guy was probably gay to boot. Ed had heard that somewhere, that most of the guys who stripped didn’t really dig chicks all that much. He didn’t know if it was true or not, but he’d pretend to be gay of it got him a gig like this.