Be merciful this time; let her have some.

“You sure can,” I said, “but you might have to work for your meal. I can’t just make it come out on a whim, after all.”

“I’ll do anything,” she replied, desperately, like I was about to give a junkie her fix.

“Suck it out for me, then.”

She roughly and aggressively thrust her hands onto my jeans, clawing them open frantically. I was suddenly very glad I took the time to clean myself up, but the smell of my spunk immediately wafted out anyway. I would have been embarrassed by this, but she immediately inhaled sharply through her nose to draw in the musk.

“Fuck,” she exhaled and then yanked down my boxers, exposing my boner to the cool air of the bus. I didn’t have to feel the vehicle’s temperature for long, though, because she immediately plunged my rod into her warm, wet mouth and let out a deep guttural moan of relief that became more of a hum, thanks to current circumstances.

She wasted no time in bobbing up and down, sliding her jet black lips along the shaft in a rhythmic but still **** motion. While this wasn’t my first time getting a blowjob, it was already easily the best. She clearly knew what she was doing, but this skill was tempered by how absolutely frantic she was about getting some of my spunk inside her. That commandment was working absolute wonders for me. This made me curious about what else could possibly be waiting in store for me, and I quickly glanced at the notebook as the nearly topless goth crawled onto the floor between my legs to get into a better position, never taking her mouth off my cock.

V. A member of the gothic faith shall demonstrate their piety by how much and how extremely they partake in the various fashion choices of gothhood. Cult members who are extremely loyal to the gothic faith and to Jack Oswald Lantern shall dress far more darkly and extremely than those of lesser conviction.

I glanced down at Makenzie’s outfit again. It clearly wasn’t the most ****, but it was pretty goth. On a scale ranging from scene girl to Marilyn Manson, she was somewhere in the middle. She had the full dark makeup, the dyed black hair, ripped jeans, hoodie, and boots going on, but nothing that seemed archaic or truly strange.

Comparing this to her general reaction to me, mostly being the reaction of someone who just got acknowledged by someone they admire, this seemed appropriate. She didn’t really treat me as a celebrity, nor did she just react to me like I was just another guy that she liked.

Out of nowhere, I heard footsteps coming down the aisle. I started to panic, but it was already too late to do anything. A middle-aged man walked past us toward the bathroom. He caught a glance of the scene, did a double-take, but then just kept walking, mumbling something to himself. It sounded something like, “religious nuts”, but I must have misheard him because there was no way someone would react that way to a guy being blown on a public bus.

Meanwhile, Makenzie’s frenzied fellatio was getting ever more frantic, and frankly even louder with her **** slurping and sucking. I was starting to see a distinct black ring forming where her lips stopped their descent with each bob, going about halfway down my shaft. I was holding out for a remarkably long time, longer than I ever would have expected.

“Slurp please, I need it... slurp slurp” she moaned, only briefly removing my cock from her lips to say it.

This ultimately brought me over the edge, and I let myself relax to get milked by this busty dark beauty. I began erupting into her mouth with an intensity that rivaled the ejaculation that had woken me up, but with far more substance than I was used to thanks to her relentless moaning mouth, milking my manhood.

“Hulp, gulp... mmm! Gulp... gulp...” she drank of my seed heartily and greedily, swallowing every last drop dutifully and hungrily until I had none left to give, “Gulp... hulp... Fwaaah! Fuck...” When she finally removed herself from my sensitive length, she was panting like she had run a mile.

I was stunned into silence as I watched her. She looked like she was in total bliss, her half-lidded eyes upturned and her cheeks flush with satisfaction. I looked down at my cock then, to the distinctive black ring her makeup had left around the center of the shaft and felt a surge of pride. A goth girl’s lips did that. I had a goth girl sucking my cock and drinking my cum like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

“Thank you, sir,” she said at last, getting up and then once again occupying the seat beside me and smiling slightly. She notably did not replace her top and I was beginning to get the impression she wasn’t going to, opting instead to leave her tits exposed. She also still held her bra bundled in her hand and wasn’t replacing it. Looks like those commandments were the real deal.

I quickly zipped my pants back up and retrieved my phone to check the time, “Looks like we’ll be getting there soon.”

She nodded, “I’ll probably show you to the dorm first so we can drop off your stuff.”

“Sounds good. By the way, what are you going to do with that?” I asked, pointing to the purple bra she was holding.

She looked at it, then shrugged, “Probably toss it, like the rest of my bras. Not gonna be wearing them anymore, after all.”

That was logically cogent, but it seemed like a horrendous waste, “Just give ‘em to me.” I said, unevenly. I no longer had the confidence that my libido had instilled in me.

Makenzie looked at me, “What are you going to do with them?”

“I dunno,” I lied, “but I can think of something.” I was definitely going to use them to get off. Part of me wanted to just be up front about that, but I wasn’t sure how that would go down. The commandments were fairly specific so far, and I hadn’t even read all of them yet.

“Well, whatever. I don’t need them,” she shrugged again and then handed me the garment before retrieving her phone from her pocket. She let out a slightly annoyed sigh and then began typing furiously.

I took a good look at the sizeable bra meant to contain E-cups and nodded to myself satisfied before bundling it up again and sticking it in my pocket. Afterwards, I turned back to my new notebook and read up on the next few commandments.

*VI. Though all members of the gothic faith shall obey these commandments without variation, their enthusiasm for obedience shall vary directly with the conviction they hold as outlined in the fifth commandment. This includes the acts for which Jack Oswald Lantern is permitted, such as manipulation of the chest.

I scratched my head, that one was worded a little strange, but it seemed to me that it meant that the less “goth” someone dresses the more awkward and less enthusiastic they’ll be to follow the rules, but they will always follow the rules no matter what. Once again looking to Makenzie as an example, her somewhere-in-the-middle reaction was basically just to roll with it and accept it. It made sense.

VII. The sperm of Jack Oswald Lantern, when applied to the body of a goth, is to serve as a decoration of the highest gothic fashion. It shall be worn with pride to the envy of all other members until such time as it is washed off or until the messiah orders it to be removed.

Being reminded of the fact that I was their messiah was something I was going to need to get used to. On the other hand, the idea of someone like Makenzie wearing my spunk like it was fancy jewelry was pretty fucking hot.

“Ugh,” my new goth friend made a universally recognized sound of disgust from beside me. I turned to look at her, curious about what was going on.

“Everything okay?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t prying.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is being an idiot,” she replied, dejected, but didn’t say much else. Instead she just kept typing away, her black-polished nails clicking on the phone’s screen in a flurry.

I turned back to my notebook to find another starred commandment.

*VIII. Those who do not belong to the gothic faith shall view public displays of sexual acts between goths and/or Jack Oswald Lantern as displays of religious devotion and piety. Other goths will view these acts in the same light but will also acknowledge and accept the sexual aspects of the encounter.

That explained the man that walked by. As though serving as a reminder, he came walking back through the aisle toward his seat. He didn’t even spare us a second glance beyond a quick look at Makenzie’s bare tits with her top bundled above them. So, he really did say “religious nuts”. That made a lot more sense now in context.

“Fuck,” Makenzie said in an exasperated tone and went slack in her seat, closing her eyes in a clear attempt to calm herself.

“What’s he doing?” I asked.

“Not understanding how college works,” she said. “Like, I went to stay with him over the summer—fucking most boring vacation ever, by the way—and all week he’s been like, ‘why don’t you take online courses and stay here?’ and it’s like, dude, not every class has online courses and plus all my friends are up here. I’m not gonna throw away my future because you want me in the room while you yell at ‘noobs’ on your xbone.”

“Oh, I see,” I said, “while I can’t say I blame him for wanting to be around you more, but if he doesn’t even really hang out with you it’s like, what’s even the point? Besides, you’re five minutes away from campus, kind of late now.”

“He wants me to come back the other way. He even offered to pay for the return trip but like, fuck that. I am so stiff from being on this thing for hours, I am not doing it again.” She turned to me then and made eye contact, “Thanks, by the way.” Then the returned to her phone. I was glad to see that she caught my subtle compliment in my response.

Satisfied with this exchange, I returned to my notebook.

IX. Jack Oswald Lantern may declare and alter the relationship status or sexual habits of any member of the cult of goth, and they shall obey these decrees without variation. No matter what decree is given, it is an honor to be manipulated in this way by the messiah.

I was awestruck by serendipity. At first, I simply pitied Makenzie for her relationship issues, but now I saw it in a whole other light. I could end them, right here, right now. But I didn’t know her exact situation, maybe she actually loved the guy and was just annoyed with him. Perhaps I should ask while we were on the subject.

“So, why do you stick around with him?” I asked, hoping that was safe enough, “To be honest it doesn’t sound like he respects your interests much.”

“I mean, at this point he hasn’t really done anything that I feel like is breakup-worthy. He’s not mean he’s mostly just boring and kinda clingy. There are much worse guys out there.” I momentarily mused to myself that I would probably be clinging on for dear life if I had access to those tits too… and then realized I did have access to them and that made me immediately happy.

“Why did you agree to go out with him originally?”

She looked at me dead in the eyes. At first, I thought I had overstepped my bounds until she said, “You sure you wanna know?”

Her asking this question of course only made me infinitely more curious, “Sure.”

“He likes when I sit on his face,” she replied nonchalantly and then turned back to her phone.

Oh. Damn girl.

One way or another it sounded like she wasn’t too crazy about him, and the only thing keeping her from breaking it off was that he didn’t really do anything to deserve it. Still, the animal part of my brain wanted this amazing macabre madame all to myself, and I had the power to make it happen.