Davey and Amos walked through the back door of Lou’s Doghouse and into a smoky, dim bar. The rest of the crew was already there. Gino ordered a round of drinks and they sat down, joking and bantering good-naturedly. Amos grabbed a pitcher by the handle and took several long swallows of beer. The barmaid put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a disapproving pout. “C’mon sweetie, use a glass, will ya?”
    Amos grinned. “I’m thirsty darlin’. Besides it’ll save me dirty’n up a glass.”
    “Better you have a dirty glass than me gettin’ my ass chewed by the bartender.”
    It was late evening when Amos stumbled out of the bar. He parked his truck haphazardly in the parking lot and trudged to his room. Amos stood in the shower, the spray of hot water felt like needles bouncing off his back. All I wanna do is get this job done and get the hell out’ve  this godforsaken town. Amos fell into bed, not bothering to towel himself dry.
    It seemed like only moments since he’d fallen asleep when there was a loud knock at the door. Amos rubbed his eyes and squinted at the clock. Whoever’s at that god damn door is gonna die!  He pulled on his trousers and opened the door. Standing in front of him was a woman, hair disheveled and staggering slightly. Amos stood in the doorway staring at the stranger.  “Hi ya sweetie. Mind if I come in?”  Her words were slurred nearly beyond recognition.
    Amos caught her as she nearly fell into the room. “There ya go. Now. Who the hell are you?”
    “I’m Katey. And you . . .uh . . .you’re Amos! Yea! Famous Amos!”  Amos laid her on the bed, removed her shoes and covered her with the blanket.  He drifted off to sleep pondering the mystery woman lying next to him.
    Loud music roused him  awake and he slapped the controls on the clock radio near the bed. He lit a cigarette and lay staring at the sleeping woman next to him. She was plain-looking with shoulder-length dishwater blond hair.
    Several of the crew were eating breakfast when he arrived at the diner. John glanced up as he approached, grinning mischieviously. “Mornin’ Captain.  Get enough sleep?”
    Amos growled something unintelligable and scowled. “You’ve got plenty of interest in my well-being. Somethin’ goin’ on I need to know about?”
    John looked up with an innocent expression. “No biggee, boss. Just make’n conversation.” The crew burst into laughter and Amos knew  he’d been had.
    “Alright, you assholes! Who’s the broad in my room? And which one of you sent her over?”  Amos shook his fist with a wry grin.
    Katey had been at the bar the night before, drinking heavily and coming on to every man in sight. Davey and John thought it would be great fun sending her to Amos’s room.  Amos shook his head. “Next time you decide to do somethin’ stupid, leave me the hell out’ve it!”
    By  late afternoon the crew had finished their work and loaded their tools, anxious to do some partying. Amos walked into the bar, smiled at  the bartender and held up two fingers. She nodded and soon approached the table carrying a shot glass filled with rum and a glass of beer.” She smiled and patted his shoulder. “I sure do hope you’re not driving.”
    The men sat talking and drinking as the night wore on.  Amos’s leaned back in his chair and glanced around the room.  The woman who’d staggered into his room the night before was sitting at the bar. He studied her. Katey’s legs caught his attention. She was wearing a short skirt, legs crossed in a provocative fashion. Amos wondered if she was wearing panties under her skirt. He suspected she wasn’t.
    Davey noticed Amos staring at Katey. “Ain’t you gonna say anything to your new girlfriend?”
    “Piss on you!” Amos’s face creased in a half-drunk grin. “Maybe I will!  Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just sit here and play hard-to-get.”  He took another swallow of rum and followed it with several gulps of beer.
    It was past midnight and nearing closing time when Amos roused himself from his chair, stumbled to the bar and seated himself next to Katey. Before he could speak she smiled. “Hi Amos! I remember you.”
    Amos was amazed. As drunk as she’d been the night before he was surprised she’d remember anything. Seeing her through a rum-induced haze made her more attractive. The bartender announced last call and Amos ordered one last round of drinks. Katey sipped on her drink and smiled at Amos. “You wanna come over to my place for breakfast?”
    “Sounds like a hell’ve a plan! You live close by?”
    “Close enough!” Katey took his arm and led him out the door.
    Katey and Amos stumbled down the alley, laughing and giggling. A few minutes later they were staggering up several flights of stairs. Katey fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door. They stepped into a sparsely furnished apartment. There were dirty dishes in the sink and laundry hanging on a rack on one side of the room. Katey turned, threw her arms around Amos and gave him a sloppy kiss. “Ya know, honey, I’d really rather fuck than eat.”
    “Hell yes! I’m for that,”  His mouth was making promises his body  couldn’t keep.
    Katey  led him to the bedroom and quickly slipped out of her blouse and skirt. She unsnapped his shirt, unbuttoned his trousers and pushed him onto the bed. Her warm breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed his neck and fumbled with his flaccid cock. She rubbed the head of his shaft against her throbbing pussy lips and moaned quietly. “C’mon baby, you’re gonna have to do better than this.”
    Amos was in no condition to respond. The effects of the liquor had dulled his senses but Katey wasn’t easily deterred. She stroked his member, but Amos’s cock remained semi-erect. Katey grew  frustrated as she knelt over his face, pressing her wet muff against his lips. Amos reached up and tugged on her breasts as he let his tongue explore the opening of her slit. Katey gasped for air and slowly ground her crotch on his face. “Oh! Baby! That’s what I need!”
    Amos licked and sucked more aggressively. Katey thrashed her hips wildly and gripped his head with her thighs. She took his limp cock in her mouth, licking, sucking and teasing relentlessly, certain that he’d respond. Her efforts began to take effect. Amos groaned as he thrust his hips upward to meet her hungry mouth. Katey  reached a fever pitch, squealing and gasping as Amos slurped and licked her dripping pussy. She screamed loudly and shuddered as climax galvanized her body. “Oh . . .that feels . . .oh damn that feels good!”  
    Still gasping and moaning, Katey slid down Amos’s body and manuevered his erect cock into her throbbing pussy. “Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck me harder!”  Katey drove herself against Amos, her nails clawing at his hips and her breath coming in ragged bursts. Amos felt himself nearing orgasm. He roughly massaged her flailing breasts and pulled her hair. “Oh! Baby! Don’t stop now! Oh god! I’m gonna  come!” Amos erupted with a violent shudder and his hot love juice spurted into her.
    Amos felt himself being violently shaken. Katey was kneeling next to him on the bed, an expression of terror in her eyes. “Wake up!  You gotta go!  My old man’s home!” Struggling to clear his head, Amos hurriedly slipped into his shirt and scooped his trousers and boots off the floor. Katey pushed him toward the back door and he nearly fell down the stairwell. Unsure of the best route to follow, Amos ran across the alley and vaulted over the fence. A wayward nail caught him and he heard his trousers ripping as he landed . He glanced up to see an elderly woman staring at him, a  shocked expression on her face.  Amos flashed her a feeble  smile and ran across the yard to the sidewalk.
    The entire crew was  across the street about to enter the diner. A  burst of applause and considerable laughter erupted as they saw Amos, barefoot and partially dressed, gingerly crossing the street.  Amos scowled at his friends as he sat on the curb pulling his boots on. He stood up, ready to join them for breakfast. Davey glanced at Amos and noticed his bare butt cheeks. He nudged his friend and pointed to his trousers. “You might wanna change levis before you eat.”

    Amos stood with his back to the sun and exhaled a long plume of cigarette smoke. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong since they arrived in Tulsa.  Normally  jovial and upbeat, Amos was angry and frustrated. Foul weather  made an already difficult job nearly impossible. Amos drew a deep breath and summonded his resolve. As the week drew to an end there was a glimmer of progress to be seen. Amos was focused on the job. It had been strictly a work, eat, sleep regimen and Amos welcomed a day off.
    Blaring music blended with raucous conversation. Beer pitchers and shot glasses littered the table.  Amos cast a bleary eye around the table and struggled to his feet,  legs wobbly from the effects of the liquor. “You lightweights ready for another round?” He roared as he stumbled toward the bar.
    Amos threw a wad of bills and some change on the bar as he motioned to the bartender. She was a perky brunette barely taller than the bar. “Ready for another round, big guy?”
    “Absolutely! We’re about to run aground!”  Amos gave her a drunken grin and returned to the table. Momens later the barmaid arrived, carrying a tray of drinks. She put her hand on Amos’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “You left way too much money on the bar, sweetie.” She stuffed the bills in his shirt.
    Amos turned to thank her and found himself eye level with her  ample breasts.  “Good grief! Get them things out’a my eyes!”
    The barmaid gave him a smile. “You’re gonna have to stand up dear  ‘cause I can’t get any taller.”  Amos grinned as she walked away, her hips swaying enticingly.
    A  loud knock at the door roused Amos awake. He propped himself up and rubbed his eyes. “Hang on a minute! I’m come’n.” 
    John and Billy burst into laughter as they saw Amos, shirtless, trousers hanging loose on his hips, one boot on and one missing. “Jesus man! You look like you been shit at and hit.”
    Amos scowled. “You sons of bitches wake me up to tell me that? What the hell time is it?”
    Billy tapped his watch with his finger, adding emphasis to his observation. “It’s the middle of the day. We’re late for breakfast.”
    “Fuck a bunch of breakfast!” Amos groaned and rubbed his head. “I sure could use some coffee though. I’ve gotta shower and I’ll meet you jokers at the diner.”
    An hour later, Amos joined his friends. Unable to consider food, he sipped on a cup of coffee. His eyes widened as he noticed the attractive bartender from the night before. A puzzled expression settled on his face as he realized he was seeing double. I’ll be damned. Twins! I gotta figure out which one took care ‘ve me last night. Might as well just ask. Amos approached their table. “Good mornin’. Mind if I join ya?”
    The brunettes smiled. “Hi there, big guy! You look a little better today than you did last night.”
     “I’m not usually so sloppy when I drink. Before I forget, I’m not sure which one’ve ya works at the bar, but thanks. You saved me a chunk of money.” Amos smiled sheepishly.    
    “We both work there. I’m Bonnie and this’s my sister, Becky. We were watch’n out for you .  We get a lot of road hands stopping in the bar and we know how you guys like to party, so we try to help out when you get a little sideways.”
    Amos became something of a regular at the bar, stopping in nightly to visit with his new friends, Becky and Bonnie. They never failed to bring a smile to his tired face as they joked and teased. The twins offered to throw the crew a going-away party. It would be a pleasant way to end a tough run of work. With the last of their tools and equipment stowed and ready for transport, Amos heaved a sigh of relief. “Well, gentlemen, we’re officially done and it’s time to party with the twins.”
    The crew travelled in a convoy of rental vehicles, from Tulsa to the twins home in Catoosa. They arrived at a rambling ranchhouse a few hundred feet off a county road. Cars were parked everywhere and there were people milling around in the front yard. Music blasted from a stereo, and a keg of beer sat in a plastic wading pool, covered with ice. Amos searched the crowd for a familiar face and spotted Becky, talking with two women seated on the couch. She saw Amos and greeted him with a hug and a kiss. It was easy  to tell she’d already had plenty to drink. Becky grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out the back door. There were a group of people drinking and chatting, Bonnie sat next to an empty chaise lounge. “About time you showed up! I saved you a chair.”
    Becky grabbed his arm. “Wait! Before you sit down, we got you a little something.” She ran up the stairs and returned moments later carrying two bottles, one rum and the other ginger ale. She handed them to him with a grin.
    “Oh wow! How cool is this? Thanks! I’ll damn sure put this stuff to good use.”  Amos retrieved a cup and a bowl of ice from the picnic table and seated himself on the chair next to Bonnie. She introduced him to her friends and they  slipped into friendly conversation. Several of the crew members joined the group. They sat sharing stories of work and travels from state to state. During the conversation Bonnie moved from her chair to Amos’s lap. He was oblivious. The rum had taken it’s toll on him.
    As late night turned to early morning the crowd thinned. Some left and others lay sleeping in the yard and on the living room floor. Amos was awake, but barely coherent. Becky was asleep in the chair next to him and Bonnie wriggled and teased in his lap but Amos was far too drunk to be aroused. As daylight appeared he fell asleep, snoring loudly in his chair. It was  late morning when he roused himself awake, unsure of where he was or what he might have done. He was dressed and still in his chair. The yard was littered with remnants of the party. Amos fumbled in his shirt for a cigarette. Becky walked down the steps and smiled at him. “You’re awake! How do you feel?”
    “I prob’ly feel better than I look.”  He returned her smile and ran his hand through his hair. “Man! I sure didn’t mean to drink so much last night.”
    “Don’t worry about it. That’s what party’s are for. You want some breakfast? We’re cooking eggs and bacon and buckwheat pancakes.”
    He followed Becky into the house. Amos did a double-take as he noticed Bonnie wearing nothing but a denim shirt. Her shapely, tanned legs captured his attention. Becky set a plate of pancakes in front of Amos and poured him a glass of milk. Bonnie grinned. “You look pretty good for a guy who drank so much rum last night.”
    Amos groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’ve never been known for having good sense.”
    Bonnie poured  coffee and they chatted about the previous night’s party. Amos was curious about the house. It was huge, with four bedrooms, two baths, a large country kitchen and a huge living room. Bonnie explained that her father had built it and lived in it until he died. They inherited it as part of his estate. Becky leaped to her feet. “Hey! I’m ready for a swim! C’mon Amos.”
    Amos fidgeted in his chair. “I would, but I’m not exactly dressed for swimming.”
    “No problem,”  Bonnie volunteered. “I’m sure we can find something around her for you. I think my brother left his suit the last time he visited.” She disappeared and returned carrying a strip of cloth. She threw it to Amos.
    He stared at the suit like it was a foreign object. The suit was a form-fitting speedo. He pulled it on and peered at himself in the mirror. His erection was impossible to hide. Bonnie and Becky were standing in the hallway waiting for him. The women seemed pleased with what they saw. Amos dove into the water, hoping the cool water would shrink his growing erection.
    Bonnie grabbed Amos by  the shoulders and playfully pushed him under water. Becky joined in as they  splashed and played. Bonnie admired his bulging member. “I think we could have more fun in the house, don’t ya think Becky?”  They vaulted out of the pool and ran to the house. Amos padded along behind them, grinning broadly with anticipation.
    Bonnie turned to Becky. “Shall we take him to our romper room?” They entered an empty  room with an unusually thick carpet. A mirror covered one wall and there was an iron railing attached to the wall facing the mirror. It was a miniature dance studio similar to one used for aerobic exercises. Amos noticed a towel hanging on the railing and pillows were scattered on the floor. The women removed their tops and surrounded him, caressing  and teasing his erect cock. Bonnie led him to the railing as Becky  wrapped her arms around his torso and rubbed her firm breasts against his back. Bonnie smiled teasingly as Becky pushed Amos against the railing, pulled his trunks down and wrapped her lips around his pulsing shaft. Amos closed his eyes, trembling slightly as Becky’s talented tongue explored the length of his cock. Bonnie pushed his arm back and Amos felt metal encircle his wrist with an audible click. He was handcuffed to the railing. Now he knew why the towel was hanging on the railing.
    The twins kissed and hugged passionately, flesh pressed tightly against flesh. Bonnie pulled her sister down, nibbling and sucking on her nipples. Becky moaned loudly, holding her sister by the hair. Bonnie scrambled on top of her sister and straddled her face with her thighs. Amos watched in fascination, his cock throbbing painfully. “Hey! How ‘bout turning me loose so I can play to.”
    Bonnie grinned as she pressed her pussy against Becky’s face. “Not just yet, sugar. Three’s a crowd, ya know.”  With that she buried her face in Becky’s juicy muff, slurping and licking. The women lay locked together on the rug, scissoring each other and pumping their hips wildly. Amos pulled violently on the railing. It was no use. The iron was securely anchored to the wall.     The women sweated and struggled, each anxious to bring the other to orgasm. Becky’s legs relaxed their grip as she violently clawed at her sisters hips and ass cheeks. “Oh! Jesus! Oh! I’m gonna come!” Bonnie continued to slurp and lick, intent on satisfying her sister. Slowly she straightened up and grinned at Amos. Becky pounced on her sister, inserting two fingers into Bonnie’s pussy working them in and out slowly. Bonnie gasped, gripping her sister’s hair with both hands. Becky worked her fist into Bonnie’s cunt, slowly twisting and moving her hand. Bonnie squealed and screamed, begging for more. Becky stroked faster, pounding her fist into Bonnie’s wet pussy. Bonnie thrashed wildly, her screams growing louder as she neared climax. Becky grinned at Amos. Having an audience added to her arousal.
    Amos sat against the wall, frustrated and angry. There was nothing he could do but wait until the twins decided to release him. Bonnie erupted in a violent orgasm, sending love liquid spurting from her warm pussy. The two women lay still, breathing heavily.
    “Hey, you two! How ‘bout cuttin’ me loose so I can get in on some’ve the fun.”
    Bonnie turned to her sister with an impish grin. “Ya know sis, we better get the hell outa here. If the owners come home and find us here we’ll be in deep shit.”
    Amos watched in disbelief. He could hear their footsteps as they ran down the hall. Minutes later he heard a door slam, then nothing but silence.

Chemical toilets have always held a certain fascination for me. I've worked on all manner of projects and some locations were a bit remote. As we’d arrrive and begin unloading tools and equipment, a truck would pull into view loaded with some chemical toilets. I always wondered why most of them came in the color of green. Some sort of environmental statement maybe. And the chemicals always smell so pungent. After a few warm days in the sun, a chemical toilet smells more than just pungent. Then in the winter there's the joy of chipping ice off the toilet seat before you sit down. I’ve suffered frostbite to parts of my body that most medical manuals don’t discuss.
Of course chemical toilets stimulate mischief in most all roadhands. I can’t count the number of times someone got trapped inside as the crew wrapped duct tape around the entire exterior. One experience that to this day makes me grin, happened on a warm sunny day in southern California.
A powerhouse was under construction and there were chemical toilets on every floor, twelve in all. The toilets were hoisted up and down using a crane and a cable sling. The toilet on the top floor (120 feet in the air) was due to be serviced. The crane operator radioed the rigger to tie a sling around the toilet so he could put it on the ground. Now this particular crane operator was one of those flamboyant types that loved to do everything with plenty of pinache. Operating the crane was no exception. He pulled the throttle back, rapidly lifted the toilet, swung the boom over and tapped the swing brake extra hard. This caused the toilet to swing wildly back and forth. Pleased with the results, he decided to do it again. As an encore, he released the hoist brake and let the toilet freefall about 100 feet, bringing it to a stop just a few feet from the ground. He gently lowered it on down and another rigger pulled the sling free. Much to everyone’s surprise, the toilet door burst open and a thoroughly frightened millwright crawled out....... on his hands and knees.

The building was filled with a cacophony of rumbling machinery, screeching steel wheels and the drone of high-voltage electricity. Smoke and heat filled the air and the furnaces glowed bright orange. Sweat poured off the men working below as cranes passed overhead carrying hugs pots of molten metal. A day in the foundry was like a day in the bowels of hell.
Amos travelled from state to state with his crew of men, working on industrial machinery. They were in Pittsburgh, retrofitting machinery in an aging steel mill. Amos resembled a refrigerator with arms and legs. His stocky build and full beard were intimidating, but his ready smile and friendly nature disarmed most everyone. His crew affectionately referred to him as Captain Morgan, a reference to his affinity for rum.
There was barely room to sit, as Amos elbowed his way through the barroom crowd. Seated around a table at the rear of the bar were a group of men. Amos sat down and took a long swallow of rum and ginger ale. His eyes settled on the man sitting across from him.
“You’re Chuck, right?”
“Yup. Sure am.” Chuck responded with a slow Texas drawl.
“We’ll be keep’n you on if you wanna travel down to Houston with us. You bein’ a Texan and all, you can show us where all the ladies are.” Amos laughed and took another swallow of his drink.
“I can do that. My old lady might slap me around but I can duck fast enough to show you a strip bar or two.”
Three days later the crew was finished and anxious to be moving on. Amos peered out the aircraft's window, surveying the Houston skyline. He grinned as he recalled his last visit. Her name was Marci and Amos had met her in a bar near Houston’s city limits. It was time to rekindle an old flame.
Traffic was heavy for a Saturday evening. It had been a long week and Amos was ready to play. His thoughts drifted back to Marci. A big farm girl with blonde hair, she wasn’t a beauty queen, but she wasn’t bad to look at either. Amos cursed himself for not calling Marci earlier in the week. Amos heard her voice on the fourth ring. It was her voice mail message. He scowled and left a short message.
The phone jangled Amos awake with a start. His head felt like a watermelon. He answered the phone with a growl. “Yea! This’s Amos.” It was Marci. Amos dressed and hurried to a nearby diner. He was finishing his fourth cup of coffee when she stepped through the door. “Amos Moses! If you ain’t a sight. How’ve you been?” She pulled him out of the booth and gave him a hug.
“Careful big girl, you’re gonna bust my ribs!”
“I ought’a do just that! How come you waited so long to call?
“Well, not every motel I stay in has a phone.” Marci cocked her eye and gave him a stern look.
Amos was fond of Marci. She was born a boy in a girl’s body. The only girl in a family of five, she’d always been one of the guys. Marci was tall, with blond hair and legs as long as Texas.They left the diner and stopped at a bar nearby for a drink. There was a lapse in the conversation as Marci peered intently across the table at Amos. She leaned over and whispered to Amos. “Let’s go to my place.” She didn’t have to ask him twice. There was a trail of clothes across the room and into the bedroom. Marci threw her arms around Amos and threw him on the bed. “Wanna wrestle? Winner gets to be on top.”
“Hell. I’ll just lay here and lose!” Amos suggested with a grin.
“You’re no fun!” Marci pouted playfully as she pounced him. “Ready to say uncle?”
They rolled across the bed giggling and laughing. Marci loved to rough-house. It was her version of foreplay. Marci threw her body across his, grasping his member with both hands. Her mouth closed over the tip of his cock and her tongue flicked lightly across it’s head. Satisfied that she’d teased Amos sufficiently, Marci knelt between his legs and guided his cock into her wet slit. Amos wrapped his legs around her waist and drew her nearer. Marci thrust herself onto Amos with a powerful lunge. “Oh, Jesus! That’s what I need!”
Amos arched his hips high as Marci rode him with wild abandon. She gripped his chest, her fingers clawing at his skin. Amos grabbed her hair and pulled. Marci exhaled loudly as she neared orgasm. Amos’s hips pumped faster as he felt himself ready to explode. Marci unleashed a scream as she pulled her head free. “Ohhhh . . .baby! I’m gonna come! Fuck me harder!”
Amos thrashed and growled, feeling his love juice fill Marci’s steaming pussy. She sat on Amos, holding his shrinking shaft inside her. Amos rolled on top of her, his lips nibbling at her heaving breasts. He moved slowly, knowing it would drive her wild. Marci pushed his head lower. “Jesus, baby! Stop teasing and work me over! I need you in me!”
Amos nibbled and licked his way down her torso to her thighs. Marci thrust her hips violently as his tongue found it’s target. She gasped and moaned, pulling his hair and pumping her hips. “Oh Jesus! That’s it! Don’t stop!” Her body shuddered violently as she rode a wave of orgasm to completion.
Before Marci could recover, Amos straddled her and fingered her trembling cunt. She moaned loudly and pumped her hips. He slowly pushed his fist into her. “God, baby, that’s what I need! Pound it baby, pound my pussy!”
Screams riccocheted off the walls as Amos stroked relentlessly. Marci’s body thrashed uncontrollably as she slapped and clawed at Amos’s back. Her legs intertwined with his and she tugged at his hair with both hands. Amos continued at a furious pace, as her body tensed and she exploded with a surging burst of carnal completion. Marci snuggled close to Amos, her face buried in his chest. “You are gonna spend the night, aren’t you?
“Hell yes. I don’t have enough strength to leave.”
The relentless buzz of the alarm shattered the early morning quiet. Marci grabbed the alarm with one hand and gave it a tug. The cord detatched from the wall. She rolled over and gave Amos a kiss. “Got time for breakfast?”
“Just some coffee.” Amos laced his boots and left.
The work week wore on Amos. The job was difficult and required many hours of overtime. Amos was so tired he was barely able to shower and eat. Marci seemed to understand and Amos promised he’d be in better form by the time Saturday night arrived.
Chuck was waiting as Amos approached the job trailer. “Hey Captain. Ya’ll wanna have dinner with me and the wife tonight? We found a furnished apartment a couple’ve days ago and she’s been cook’n up some great meals.”
Amos hadn’t tasted home cooking in months. “That sounds good, but I promised a gal friend of mine we’d go out tonight.”
“Bring her along. There’s plenty to eat and Sandy would enjoy the company.”
Marci and Amos arrived at Chuck and Sandy’s apartment and were greeted at the door by a slender, blond woman. The apartment was small and sparsely furnished, but adequate for road hands not planning to stay long. Chuck poured drinks as Marci and Amos settled onto the couch. Marci was on her third drink as they sat down to eat. Amos was careful to nurse his drink. Too much liquor would ruin a perfectly good erection and he didn’t intend to let that happen. Chuck was noticeably inebriated. Amos wasn’t surprised. It had been a hard week and Chuck needed to unwind. Marci matched Chuck drink for drink.
A few hours later Chuck and Marcy were passed out. Amos and Sandy continued the conversation. Sandy was becoming increasingly friendly and Amos was getting nervous. “Looks like your woman’s not gonna be much good tonight.” Sandy said with a soft southern drawl. She seated herself next to Amos, her hand on his leg.
Amos fidgeted. “I s’pose we should get on out’a here. It’s late and you need to get your man to bed.”
Sandy smiled teasingly. “Wouldn’t be any point in going to bed with him. Chuck won’t be awake until tomorrow.” She leaned over and kissed Amos full on the mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do that since dinner.”
“We really should be gettin’ on our way.” Amos was uncomfortable.
“Why not just stay here tonight? Sandy led him to the bedroom and Amos watched her slowly undress. She was slim and tan, her breasts small and pert. Her slender figure appeared fragile. Amos picked her up and lay her on the bed. He doubted she weighed much more than one hundred pounds.
Sandy took Amos’s hand and pulled him down on top of her. “God I want you!” She nuzzled his neck, nibbling and kissing her way to his ear lobe. Amos explored her body with his hands as he gently kissed her shoulder. Sandy’s hands took his head and guided it down to her breasts. Amos kissed and licked one and then the other. Sandy scissored his throbbing cock between her thighs and slowly milked him. “You like?” she whispered.
“Damn! Keep that up and I’m gonna come all over you.”
Sandy positioned herself so he could penetrate her moist muff. Amos continued to kiss and suckle her breasts as he slowly drove his shaft deep into her. Sandy gasped with pleasure and her hips thrust upward as she clawed at his back. “Oh! Oh, that feels good!”
Amos worked his hips from side to side. Sandy’s breath was a rhythmic hiss as she grew more aroused. Amos continued at a steady pace. Sandy’s hips thrust faster, trying to force him to pump her faster, but it was no use. “Fuck me harder! Oh! Fuck me harder . . .Oh! Faster! Fuck me faster!” Sandy squealed with pleasure as the frequency of his strokes increased.
Amos pummeled her pussy with long, hard strokes, driving his cock into her at a frantic pace. Sandy was a wildcat, thrashing and screaming as she neared orgasm. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she buried her face in his neck, biting his skin and pounding his back with her hands. Amos could feel himself starting to come and struggled in vain to slow the rush of pleasure. He erupted in a burst of hot love batter. Sandy squealed and screamed. “Oh Jesus! Don’t stop! Oh! Oh! Please . . .don’t stop! Finish me off! Oh! Finish me!
He slid down her sweaty torso, his lips and tongue pressed against her hot pussy. He licked and nibbled, driving his tongue between her lips. He could feel her thighs on his shoulders as she bucked and thrashed. Her body convulsed and her slender legs tightened around his head as she continued pumping her hips, anxious to prolong her orgasm. Gradually her body relaxed. Amos moved next to her and kissed her gently as she cuddled close to him.
Sandy drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his chest. Amos stared at the ceiling considering his options. He knew he should get dressed and move to the living room, but he was exhausted. His eyes closed and he soon fell asleep.
Amos awoke with a start. Screams and loud groans came from the living room. Amos eased out of bed and dressed as rapidly as he could in the dark. He quietly opened the bedroom door, stepped into the living room and came to an abrupt stop. Chuck lay on the sofa, Marci on top, pumping him in a frenzied fit of passion. Amos grinned and shook his head. It was, he reckoned, just a little karma coming down around him.

Somewhere deep in an ocean
Far from air and light
A sense of sight and sound
Emotions of fear and hope abound

Somewhere on a distant ridge
Riders cold and dark
A bridge of earth and stone
Night sounds all around
Set to a heavy tone

Images in an erie light
A cold moon far from home
Quiet clouds scurrying through the sky
Sillouettes of time and substance
Marching slowly by

Somewhere deep in the desert
Heat and dust and sand
A thousand setting suns
Souls burned by fate’s heavy hand

Somewhere, slowly striding
Blended in colors of blue and gray and brown
Broken dreams strewed all across the ground
Shards of screams and trails of tears

A single solitary man
A quiet aura of strength and love
High on the wind a lone white dove

Through it all walks the one
Known as.....
The healing man