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   Mark has just picked up a large shipment of Rohypnol (more commonly
known as "roofies") that he from a supplier in Texas that he was going to
take back to California to sell.  He could buy them for about a dollar a
pop, and resell them for $3 or $4...  and when you have a duffel bag with
nearly 12000 pills, that adds up.

   One trick Mark had picked up was to never drive a car, because there was
always the chance of getting pulled over -- even for something silly like a
busted tail light.  But on a bus, it was smooth sailing -- slow, but
smooth. Even if the bus broke down, got pulled over, or whatever else,
people would just get their bags, get off the bus, and catch another ride.

   Hoping that he might get a chance for a cheap feel, he pocketed a few
pills and sat in the back of the bus where he could keep an eye on his
fellow passengers.  He would wait for a single female rider, find a way to
slip her the drug, and when lights were out, he would get some fingering
in.

   But as he sat there, the bus started to fill up to near full capacity.
This had never happened before.  Not only was it going to get crowded, but
there was NO way he could relocate on the bus and SURELY no way he would
get any play time.

   He kicked back and closed his eyes and felt someone plop down in the
seat next to him.  He squinted his eyes, looked over, and saw a kid. 
"Great." he thought.  She must have been 9 or 10 years old.  She was
wearing black Converse tennis shoes, no socks, a denim skirt, a pink
blouse, and a black ribbon in her long brown hair.  She smiled up at me
with that "extra large two front teeth" smile that kids that age have.  I
smiled back.

   She spent the next hour asking ridiculous, redundant questions that she
didn't even bother listening to the answer, and I asked her a few. 
Apparently she had been staying with her grandmother for the Summer while
her mom worked and saved money because dad had walked out a year or two
earlier.

   As the conversation dragged on, I slowly nodded off to sleep.  I awoke
an hour or two later with a dry mouth and got up to get a soda out of my
duffel bag.  I had to swap places with her to get to the aisle, so she got
the coveted window seat and I got the aisle seat next to the bathroom.  I
grabbed an extra for the girl next to me, whom I had come to understand was
named Amelia.

   As she gratefully started drinking her soda I could tell she was getting
sleepy.  She put her drink in the drink holder and leaned back against the
window, pulling one leg up on the seat.  I glanced over and realized with
one knee up against the seatback, I could look directly at her panties.

   And that's when it hit me -- I COULD slip a roofie to a girl on this
bus.

   I opened up one of the little packets which contained one crushed
roofie, and poured it into her soda bottle.  I watched as it jostled around
a bit with the movement of the bus, slowly mixing itself into the drink. 
Perhaps 10 minutes later, she opened her eyes, reached for the soda and
took a drink.  Then she said, "It's starting to get flat already" and
turned the bottle upside down, drinking the remainder of the fluid.

   Now we just had to wait.

   About 30 minutes later I noticed her head lull to the side -- not
severely but enough that a conscious person would have righted it or opened
their eyes.  I got up, opened my 2nd duffel bag, and removed a large, thing
blanket that I had brought for just such an occasion.  I covered myself and
the little girl and waited for the upcoming "lights out" on the bus.

   As people settled into their seats for the night, the lights dimmed and
then minutes later, went out completely.

   I reached over and began stroking Amelias smooth, warm thigh.  She
didn't even stir.  I moved further up her leg and began stroking the
panty-clad pussy spread wide for me.

   I slowly begin tracing her little pussy slit with my finger and watched
to make sure she wasn't going to move.  I slipped my fingers inside the leg
band of her panties and rubbed her clit -- massaging and circling it
between my finger and thumb.

   I glanced around to make sure that nobody could see what I was doing,
and realized that it was so dark that I couldn't even make out anybody's
faces.

   This made me bolder.  I reached under the blanket and pulled the little
girls panties down over her ass and up over her thighs, then over her knees
and ankles.  I spread her knees apart and pushed my finger into her pussy.
As the finger entered her tight hole, I felt the barrier of her hymen.  I
didn't want to spoil it with a finger, so I slid her down a bit to line her
ass up with the edge of the seat, lifted her legs up over my shoulders, and
unzipped my fly.

   I pulled out my hard cock and pressed it against the tight little ring
of her pussy.  My precum and my previous fingering had loosened her a
little, so I could feel the head of my cock pushing in.  I applied pressure
and felt a slight pop when the head of my cock went through the tight ring
of her pussy opening.

   I slowly pushed in, feeling the barrier of her hymen.  I gave a quick
thrust and felt my cock tear through her cherry.  I kept pushing and slid
the rest of the way in.  I slowly began easing in and out of her pussy,
feeling her get wetter.  Soon I was pounding her pretty hard, but trying to
stay as quiet as possible.

   Her eyes opened slightly and she looked groggily around saying, "Feels
good." Then she fell back to sleep.

   That pushed me over the edge.  I felt the tingle in my balls and tried
my hardest to maintain silence while I pumped load after load of my cum
into her tight little hole.  I leaned in, exploring her little mouth with
my tongue.  I continued pumping as she started sucking on my tongue.  I
started to get hard again just at the feeling, so I stood up and put my
cock into her open mouth.  She began sucking the head of my cock in her
sleep and it was amazing.

   After a few minutes of watching her little face sucking my cock, I
realized that she was sucking on a cock that had just fucked her tight,
virgin hole for the first time -- and I began to cum again.  This one
wasn't as hard as the last time, but it was a decent load.  She gagged a
little so I pulled out and she began swallowing and choking and smacking
her mouth.  Then finished swallowing and relaxed into her seat again.

   I grabbed my handkerchief and wiped the cum and blood off the seat, then
began putting her panties back in her.  Finally, I folded up my
handkerchief and placed it inside her panties under her leaking cunt.  I
repositioned her in the chair and covered her in the blanket and waited for
the next stop.

   When we stopped again, I grabbed my bags and departed the bus.  That was
a girl I would never forget.