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5

Annie Camden could not keep her mind off the Magazine. Eric
had placed it in the shelf below the night table on his side of the
bed. Annie was trying to delve into her biography of Anne Morrow
Lindberg, but she kept reading and rereading the same paragraph over
and over again. None of the words were sinking in. All she could
think of was the Magazine.
She listened to the sound of Eric playing with the twins in
their room. Lucy was doing her homework. Simon was in his room doing
God knows what. * My God, he could be masturbating right now! * The
idea disturbed Annie on more than one level. She was troubled and
disgusted to think of her son polluting his mind and body with impure
thoughts and hands. * My God, he was licking his own sperm off her
body, * Mary shivered as the images flashed across her mind. * Her
young, nubile body .. *
Annie tried to shake the images out of her head, but they just
came back even stronger. * She wanted to stick things up his .. his
.* Annie couldn't even think the word. * Just like in the Magazine
.. the women sticking those things up that man's .. his .. * She
stopped herself and almost screamed.
Something was rubbing her vagina, strumming her clitoris.
Something was in her bed, under the covers, inside her nightgown. She
thrashed around on the mattress trying to escape from its clutches.
She brushed back the hair in her face, and a familiar smell seeped
into her nostrils. * My hand?! * she looked at her fingers in horror.
They glistened with her inner juices. * Oh my God, it was me, * she
screamed to herself. * I'm .. masturbating .. *
She remained perfectly still for what seemed eternity, not
daring to move lest she begin stimulating her nether regions again.
God, how her body scalded and seethed - her breasts, her stomach, her
clitoris, her vagina, even her anus. She tried to shut off the
sensations, but that only called back the images again - Simon, Deena,
the people in the Magazine.
The Magazine!
It drew her across the bed like a magnet. She was helpless to
stop herself. She crawled across the mattress like a dog sniffing a
bone. She hung over the side of the bed and scooped the brown bag off
the shelf.
" .. it's Eric .. Eric Camden, Simon's father .." Her
husband's voice startled Annie, and she shot a terrified glance to the
door. Nothing. " .. I think we need to talk about what happened
today with Simon and Deena .." Eric was talking on the cordless phone
in the twins room, calling Deena's parents to discuss what had
happened earlier that day with their children and the Magazine.
* That gives me some time, * Annie thought to herself. She
fired one more look at the door, then slid the Magazine out of its
sheath. She crawled back to her side of the bed on her stomach, and
picked up a copy of Christianity Today. She quickly slid the Magazine
in between the open pages of Christianity Today. Then she lay back in
her bed, sighed and let the fire creep up from her belly. In
seconds, the burning spread all along the soft rolls of her mature
flesh, consuming every last inch of her body, inside and out. With
one hand she hiked up her sweat-soaked nightie, pulling it up to her
neck so that her middle-aged breasts wobbled free. With her other
hand, she pulled down the elastic waistband of her drenched cotton
panties. She rubbed her thighs, spread her labia and found her
burning clit with trembling, determined fingers.
Returning her attention to the Magazine, she began flipping
through the pages. She all but skipped the photos of the man and the
woman, going straight to the pictures of the two women copulating with
each other. Unconsciously, instinctively, she drew circles around the
outside of her clitoris. She climbed inside the confines of the photo
and placed her own pussy against the hungry, feminine tongue.
* Yes, sweet Jesus .. * she blasphemed to herself as she
recalled that summer long ago at the Christian Youth Camp. She'd been
thirteen, and it was the first time she'd ever been away from the
security of her parents, her family. She was lonely. She had no
friends. All the other girls seemed so much more mature, more
beautiful, more stylish. She hated their self-assuredness, their
confidence. One morning, when the cabin was empty, she'd stole back
inside and just trashed the place. All the girls' stuff lay strewn
about like a hurricane had swept through the bunkhouse.
It hadn't taken the counselors long to figure out who had done
it. That was when Lucy Hartwell, the head counselor, took Annie on a
walk. As soon as she confronted Annie, the frightened girl cracked.
She sobbed and buried her face in the older woman's bosom. Lucy had
soothed her bangs and petted her hair. They kept walking and talking
and holding each other until they reached a solitary cabin miles from
the camp. Lucy explained that the counselors used the cabin when they
needed to "get away" for awhile.
Lucy invited Annie inside. It was warm and cozy and smelled
of cedar. Lucy made them some tea, and they talked more. Annie cried
some more, and Lucy massaged her shoulders and back. At some point,
Annie removed her shirt, and felt Lucy's fingers and then her lips
caress her bare back. Annie went limp and let Lucy carry her over to
a small day bed by the window. Sunlight and dust motes washed over
their bodies in a glittering flurry. Lucy removed her own tee-shirt
and pressed her breasts into Annie's nervous, shuddering mouth. Annie
inhaled the older woman's warm, soft breast-flesh and nursed until the
sobbing and the shivering stopped.
Then Lucy Hartwell pushed Annie onto her back and parted her
young, coltish legs. It seemed to take forever to slide Annie's
shorts down her sweaty, skittish thighs. Annie was half-fighting,
half-assisting. She remembered saying "please" over and over again.
Not "please stop" or "please continue," just "please." Annie could
recall every twitch her young body made, every tense undulation
rippling through her bare tummy. Lucy Hartwell sucked prayers from
her budding breasts, whispered unction into the well of her navel,
then alighted upon her pure virgin nest like a dove, baptizing her in
a river of orgasm.
* Oh, Lucy .. * Annie Camden bit the hem of her nightgown to
stifle her moans. * I've never forgotten you .. *
Eric had been puzzled when Annie insisted they name their
second daughter Lucy. Lucille was hardly a mainstream Biblical name
like Matthew or Mary, or even Simon, Ruthie, Samuel or David. But
Annie had insisted, and Eric, as always, yielded to his wife.
Whenever she saw her daughter Lucy, Annie couldn't help but fondly
recall the woman who had made love to that entire thirteenth summer,
the woman who had taken her to heights of passion she had never
climbed again.
Lying there in her bed, her womb splayed open, her mind's eye
thrilling to images she'd denied herself for thirty years, Annie's
whole body wept. She shut out the rest of the cosmos and just
concentrated, focusing all her energy on the pinpoint of passion she'd
rediscovered beneath the hood cloaking her soul. She wet her finger
with her own saliva and flicked at stubborn urge that had refused to
die inside her. She felt a woman's tongue .. a younger woman's tongue
.. a girl's curious, innocent, eager tongue .. her graceful catlike
tongue darting in and out of the folds of Annie Camden's weeping womb.
Oh, God yes .. * Annie muffled her moans with her nightgown,
stuffing it inside her mouth like a gag. She closed her eyes and
converted the Magazine pictures into familiar faces. The warm cozy
nest was hers, and the girl cuddling up inside her was .. * God, NO! *

Annie Camden tried to shut out the flood of images, but she'd
released the gate, and now she was swept up in the flood. She closed
her eyes and resigned herself to the tide, her mind's eye tumbling
headfirst into the vision she had tried to deny, the vision of the
face, the smiling beaming beautiful face that licked her clitoris with
a mischievous smile.
* That's it .. Lucy .. my darling daughter ..* she finally
allowed herself to attach the name to the face hovering in and out of
consciousness. * That's my Lucy. My darling daughter. Such a good
little girl. Lick it. Right there. Lick your mommy. Lick her good.
Oh, God, yes, Lucy .. *
Annie opened her eyes and riffled the Magazine pages to the
end. She stroked her clitoris even harder as she saw the women
strapping on their dildos, preparing to assault the tied up white man.
She looked at the man crying as the women sodomized him. She closed
her eyes and saw Eric's face. He was screaming and crying as she
anally penetrated him with one of the large, black, strap-on dildos.
Her husband, the Reverend Camden, was begging her to stop,
pleading with her. But his hard penis said just the opposite. He
stroked it furiously while she split open his white ass with the
merciless black dildo. He pumped his stiff cock with an inhuman
frenzy while he shrieked to his God to save both their damned souls.
But then his plaintive wailing ceased, and his prayers for
forgiveness were muffled into a gagging sound. In her mind's eye, she
looked over her husband's shoulders to see what had silenced him. It
was Lucy, her daughter, driving another huge black dildo down Eric's
mouth, choking his prayers into a weak, sputtering drool. Mother and
daughter grinned at each other and exchanged high fives over the
broken body of the once proud Man of God, pounding his body at either
end until Eric Camden was reduced to a quivering shell of a man. Then
Lucy, her darling daughter, leaned over and kissed her mother on the
lips. * Thou art my beloved daughter, in whom I am well pleased .. *

"Yes, I understand," Eric Camden nodded his head into the
phone receiver. "We've spoken to Simon already. I told him he
wouldn't be allowed to see Deena anymore. I just wanted to talk with
you and let you know how seriously Annie and I are taking this." Eric
was shaking slightly. He'd dealt with many crises before, but not
like this, not with his own son.
"You say she had a magazine ..?" Deena's father sounded
concerned as well.
"Yes, do you know where she would have gotten such a thing?"
"I do have some Playboys around the house .."
"This wasn't Playboy," Eric cut him off. "It was much more ..
graphic. What they call hardcore pornography."
"Oh .."
"Do you have any idea where she could get something like
this?" Eric repeated. "The very idea that a girl Deena's age could
have access to something as harmful as this really concerns me."
"It was probably some kid at the school," her father offered.
"Kids are always coming by stuff like that."
"But where? No place in town sells this kind of filth. The
nearest adult bookstore is thirty miles away."
"You got me, Reverend. I just don't know."
"Maybe you could talk to her," Eric suggested.
"I'll .. try."
"I didn't say it would be simple. But I really do think it's
important. Communication between a father and his daughter can be
crucial at a time like this. We need to teach our children to be
strong men and women who respect each other the way the Lord respects
us all." Eric couldn't help but sermonize a little.
"Uh, yeah, sure .. I guess .."
"Meanwhile," Eric continued. "I'll call around myself. Maybe
I can turn something up."
"Um .. thanks, Reverend."
"Don't mention it. Bye." Eric clicked off the cordless phone
and looked over to the sleeping twins. Not wanting to awaken them, he
tiptoed out of the room and stole into his bedroom. "Annie?" he
asked. "Are you all right?"
His wife was flushed and bathed in sweat. Her body was
trembling and she didn't even seem to notice he was there. He closed
the door and walked over to the bed. She was shivering violently,
biting her lip and jerking her hips about. She was having a seizure.
Eric threw off the covers, and the Christianity Today magazine she
clutched went spilling to the floor. From in between the pages,
another magazine slid out .. THE Magazine.
Then it hit Eric Camden. His wife wasn't having a seizure.
She was masturbating. Annie had been using the Magazine to
masturbate. His knees felt weak and his nauseous stomach seemed to
drop into his colon. "Honey?" He didn't know what else to say as he
scooped up the magazine.
"Oh .. hi .." Annie looked up at him through a haze of sheer
bliss. Her sweaty body was fully exposed to him. Her nightgown was
bunched all the way up to her neck. Her pendulous breasts sagged down
her torso, her nipples jetting out from the rosy flesh of her aureoles
like pencil erasers. The crotch of her panties had been pushed to one
side, and her hand was coaxing the last tremors of an orgasm from her
sopping, furry nest. "You caught me," she managed a weak smile. "Oh,
God, I haven't done that in a long long time."
Eric couldn't look at his wife, so he turned his eyes down.
Only now they rested on the full color pages of the Magazine. Photos
of the two women engaging in lesbianism stared up at Eric. * This was
what she was looking at? * The thought shocked him.
Annie noticed his confusion and tried to laugh. "It's only a
fantasy, dear." She reached out and stroked his arm reassuringly.
"Uh huh .." Eric Camden didn't know what else to say. He
gazed back on his wife's sweaty, vulnerable flesh, and felt his penis
stiffen. * No! * he rebuked himself. * Not now! *
"Come here," Annie pulled him down onto the bed and fished her
hands into his zipper fly. She felt his hardness and smirked. "Oh,
poor baby," she cooed as she pulled out the shaft from between the
teeth of his zipper. "Let mommy take care of that for you," she
giggled.
"This is wrong," Eric pulled away from her and stood up. His
hard penis jutting out from the hole in his fly. He let the Magazine
drop to the bed and tried to tuck his stubborn organ back into his
pants.
Annie picked up the Magazine and turned to the back pages.
"Do you think that would hurt?" she giggled. She showed Eric the
photos of the white man getting anally and orally penetrated by the
women's artificial penises.
"This isn't funny, Annie," Eric didn't know what to say or do.
He'd never seen his wife act like this, not even on their honeymoon.
* What in Heaven's name has gotten into her? * "It isn't funny at
all," he repeated in his sternest tone.
"I think it is," she replied, waving the picture in his face.
"I think it's hilarious. Look at him, the big strong man getting his
butt .."
"Put it away .. please," Eric snapped. To his horror, he felt
his arm raise and his fingers curl into a fist. * My God, what am I
doing? * He let his arm fall limply to his side, and his penis
followed suit.
Annie looked disappointed when she saw him go flaccid. An
evil glint sparkled in her eye. "Have you ever wondered what that
would feel like?" She pointed to a picture of the man's white asshole
blasted apart by the thick black dildo. "Who knows? You might like
it."
"I ..I'm going downstairs," Eric could barely speak. He shook
his head and practically stormed out of the bedroom.

6

Matt Camden had to talk with Shawna .. TONIGHT! He hadn't
been able to concentrate on anything since she'd left for that
coffeehouse to meet his sister. Something weird was going on with
girlfriend, and it had all started with Mary's phone call. As soon as
he had mentioned the Sisters of Athena coffeehouse, Shawna had started
freaking out on him.
What was the big deal anyway? It was just a coffee bar.
Yet, Shawna was acting like it was some big deal to go there. She'd
started talking about what she was going to wear the minute she'd
gotten off the phone with Mary. She'd been obsessing for almost
twenty straight minutes. Then when he'd made a joke about it - "What
do you care WHAT you look like? It's not like you're a lesbian or
anything .." -- she'd stormed out. When he'd tried calling her
later, she didn't pick up. He knew she was there, too. She just
wasn't picking up.
Now he was the one obsessed. He needed to settle things and
return to normal with Shawna, or he'd never get to sleep that night.
If there was one thing his parents had taught him, it was to never go
to bed angry at the person you loved. He'd walked the two miles to
Shawna's house and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bedroom
and living room lights on. * So after all that fussing, she called it
a short night anyway, * he laughed to himself. * Women. *
He tramped up the walk to her building and peered into the
windows, trying to get a peek at his girlfriend and gauge her mood.

"This stuff just plain rocks," Mary Camden exclaimed as she
sipped the mug of 'tea' Steph had brewed for her. Steph was snuggling
up into the large girl's bosom, feeling her surprisingly gentle hands
snake beneath the folds Mary's untucked turtleneck. Somewhere in the
back of her brain, Mary Camden knew she should be alarmed at this
intimacy. Goofing around and making nice with some lesbians was one
thing, but allowing one of them to feel her up like some horny
high-school boy was quite another. * I've gotta put a stop to this, *
she told herself. But she just sat there, cuddling and enjoying the
warmth that embraced her like a cocoon.
* I should be saying SOMETHING ..objecting .. putting up some
kind of resistance. * Mary had already allowed Steph to go further
than any boy she boy she'd ever dated. * Why can't I just tell her to
stop? * Mary asked herself as she felt Steph's lips nuzzle her cheek.
Mary knew she should said "no" and turn away, but instead she turned
into the large girl's mouth. Mary found the older girl's lips and
returned the kiss. *Oh, God, I have to get out of here .. *
But no one in the room was moving. Shawna was sprawled across
her couch between Kara and Laurie. The two lesbians had double-teamed
Shawna and rendered her into a panting, gasping heap. Shawna's top
lay crumbled on the floor, and her bra was strewn across one of the
end table lamps. Shawna's trim, bare torso glistened in the muted
lamplight. Each of her pert tits had an expert pair of lips teasing
an irritated nipple. Shawna's tight jeans were unfastened and pulled
down to her sweaty thighs. Each of her partners had one hand stuffed
deep inside the damp recesses of Shawna's silk panties. Out of the
corner of her eye, Mary watched Shawna's body buck and contort as
Kara's and Laurie's expert fingers strummed her clitoris in unison.
"Look like fun?" Steph whispered in Mary's ear, nibbling at
her earlobe.
"Mm hmm .." Mary Camden heard herself answer.
"Stand up and take your top off," Steph cajoled her.
Mary shrugged her shoulders and did as the large lesbian
instructed. Her whole body burned with passions she'd never known
before, passions that left her submissive to her every craving. She
wanted this as much as Steph wanted it, and she felt irresistibly
compelled to surrender herself to large lesbian's desires.
"You are so beautiful," Shawna gasped from the couch.
Suddenly Mary was aware that every eye in the room was on her,
and every tongue was licking every lip. She had never been the object
of such unbridled lust before. She felt four sets of eyes bore into
her virgin flesh, and she shivered.
"Take it off, baby," Shawna cajoled. The breathy awe in her
voice cut through the dim lamplight and pierced Mary's wet pussy like
a thunderbolt from heaven. Mary undulated her hips and stomach in a
sexy belly dance as she worked off her white turtleneck.
"Is this what you want to see?" Her deep voice was even
huskier than normal, and she winked at her brother's girlfriend. * Oh
my God, I can't believe this is happening, * she whispered to herself.
She cupped her two firm tits in her hands, and dug her fingers into
the tender, toned flesh.
"Fuck yes," Shawna moaned. "That's what I want to see, you
slut," she hissed. "Let's see those tits, Mary Camden. Let's see the
preacher kid's firm, young tits."
Mary should have been shocked, mortified, nauseated even. But
she wasn't. The words pouring from Shawna's lips seemed so natural.
"You've wanted to see these for a long time, haven't you, you nasty
little bitch ..?" Mary decided to play Shawna's game. "Haven't you
.?"
"Mm hmm," Shawna pouted. "I've wanted to feast my eyes on
that hot jock bod of yours since the first time I saw you," she
admitted. "I couldn't believe you were straight. I wanted you so
bad."
"You're just a filthy little slut, aren't you ..?" Mary kept
at her, almost giggling at the playful banter. "I was just a girl
then .. an innocent little girl. You're just such a sick dyke slut,
aren't you ..?"
"Mmm hmm .." Shawna pouted.
Mary rubbed her hands all over athletic body. She teased
Shawna by pulling her bra down almost to her nipples, then stopping
and hiking the lacy cups back up again. "You like molesting poor
little innocent straight girls, don't you ..?" Mary kept up the hot
talk.
"Fuck yeah, you horny little slut," Shawna hissed. "Now take
off that bra, you cunt-tease," she moaned. "Show us those perfect
girl-jock tits of yours. Come on, you fucking cunt-teasing bitch!"
"And what if don't?" Mary retorted. "What if I just go home
right now?"
"You'd never make it to the door slut," Shawna snarled. "I'd
rape your girl-jock ass before you got three feet."
"Oh, really?" Mary jeered. "I'd like to see that, slut.
Let's see how tough you are." She whirled to the front door of
Shawna's apartment and started strutting across the living room floor.
"You asked for it, slut," Shawna leaped from the sofa while
the other three girls cheered her on. She tackled Mary and took her
down hard. She mashed her lips against Mary's, and the two girls bit
at each other's tongues like bitches in a dog ring. Shawna's hands
ripped at Mary's bra, and her slender fingers dug into the high school
girl's tender, exposed tit-flesh. "Fuck!" Shawna spit in Mary's face.
"They're fucking awesome! Are you guys checking out this sluts firm
girl-jock tits?" Shawna called out to the other three girls.
"Slap the slut's tits," Laurie laughed. Shawna bit her lip
and gave Mary's tits a playful whack. The teenage girl-jock bit her
lip and moaned in pleasure. "Look at that," Laurie squealed. "The
little girl-jock likes it. Slap them again."
SLAP! "How's that feel, preacher's kid?" Shawna baited Mary.
"How does it feel to have your slut tits slapped?"
"It doesn't hurt," Mary spit in Shawna's face. "I can't even
feel it."
SLAP!! "Did you feel that, bitch?" Shawna spit in Mary's face
again, and Mary licked it up thirstily. SLAP!!! "How about that?"
SLAP!!!! "Or that?"
"Uhh," Mary groaned, the sharp pain mixing with the soupy
ecstasy frothing in the crotch of her panties.
"Look at how hard the slut's nipples are," Kara pointed out.
"Our little girl-jock is a fucking pain slut."
SLAP!!!!! "Is that right, cunt-tease?" Shawna leaned over and
bit Mary's ear. SLAP!!!!!! "Are you a little girl-jock pain slut?"
"Fuck you, dyke." Mary made a playful effort to wriggle out
from under Shawna's determined assault, but the teenager was too doped
up from Steph's 'tea' to offer any kind of real resistance. Shawna
succeeded in pinning Mary's shoulders to the carpet and rubbing her
bare tits against the teen's pretty, gasping face.
"Suck those tits, preacher's kid. Nurse on those hard nips,
you little girl-jock cunt-tease," Shawna barked at Mary. "Come on,
cunt, show me what you've got." Mary tried to turn her face away, but
Shawna twisted the teen's hard nipples until they turned purple.
"Suck my tits! Show your daddy the preacher what a god little
tit-sucker his dyke daughter turned out to be."
Mary opened her mouth and feasted on Shawna's pert,
peach-sized tits. * Oh, my God, I'm sucking her tits! * Mary howled
in her mind. *Shawna's tits! * Mary Camden knew she should be
fighting the lust overwhelming her, but resistance seemed so senseless
and so futile.
Mary Camden was a dyke. She'd always been a dyke. All the
boys, all the dates, all the attempts to fit in like a 'normal' girl -
it all seemed so ludicrous now. Mary Camden, the wild child, the
preacher's kid, the star basketball player, the honor roll student was
a DYKE, a rug-muncher, a clit-licker, a bush-bumper. She knew it, and
anybody who'd ever taken a good look at her knew it, too. Her parents
must have seen it. They might be a little uptight, but they weren't
blind or stupid. They must have sensed Mary was "different" even from
an early age. Certainly her mother must have known. A woman would
HAVE to know. Mary Camden was a lesbian, and denying her urges now
would be to deny her own self, her own identity, her own destiny.
She suckled Shawna's firm tits like she was nursing at the
breast of the mother goddess. She was aware of the other three girls
moving in on her now. Hands caressed her tummy and thighs and deftly
worked off her hiking boots, pink socks and brown corduroys. Tongues
licked her magnificent muscular legs, her curled toes, her toned
calves, her sweat-slicked thighs. Fingers tore at her plain white
Lady Hanes panties. More lips and tongues worshipped her tummy, her
upper thighs, the strip of skin between her sopping pussy and her
puckering asshole.
"Oh, please .." she moaned between gulps of Shawna's breasts.
"Please .. please .." she just kept repeating for what seemed an
eternity until a pair of lips slightly grazed the wrinkled swollen
folds of her labia. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YES!!" Mary howled. "EAT
MY FUCKING PUSSY!"
"You want that, huh, slut?" Shawna chided her. "You want
these dykes to eat your girl-jock pussy."
"YES!" Mary wailed. "Please, eat my cunt. Jesus fucking
christ EAT ME!"
Two tongues now slashed at Mary's Camden's clit and pussy.
Fingers sliced into her juicy, tight slit, and Mary kicked her legs
apart as far as they would go. She felt a body slide up her side.
"It's my turn," Steph told Shawna. Shawna nodded and climbed
off Mary. The teenager looked up into Steph's eyes. The large
lesbian was totally nude now, and she looked even more Amazonian. Her
tits hung low over the folds of her stomach. Her pussy was a hairy
forest of waxy dark brown curls. The pungent odor of female sex
filled Mary's thirsty nostrils. Steph fed Mary's hungry mouth one of
her cantaloupe-sized tits while she bent over and sucked the teen's
stiff nipples.
Through the maze of flesh, Mary spied Shawna crawl behind Kara
and Laurie. She dove into their pussies and asses with her mouth and
fingers. "Fucking sluts!" she hissed, slapping the girls' pink
ass-cheeks while they squirmed and squealed in pleasure.
"You want some pussy, baby dyke?" Steph asked Mary.
"Mmm hmm," Mary nodded, her mouth stuffed with the bull-dyke's
huge tit.
"Beg me!" Steph pulled up and left Mary's mouth a gaping,
hungry void.
"Pleaase," Mary whined on cue. "I want to taste you."
"What do you want to do, slut?" she teased.
"Eat cunt," Mary gasped with every fiber of her transfigured
soul. "I want to eat your big hairy cunt."
"Fucking slut!" Steph spit in Mary's open mouth. Mary sucked
the spittle down and opened her mouth for more. "You like that, huh?"
Steph hissed before she spit down Mary's mouth again. Mary drank it
up and nodded her head like an eager puppy. Steph suspended her
thatchy bush over Mary's drooling lips and teased the horny teen,
barely grazing the fat lips of her labia against the tip of Mary's
tongue.
Mary could not take her eyes of the large lesbian's
magnificent cunt. Her pussy lips seemed as big as a soft taco shell,
and her clit poked through its pink hood like a mouse peeking out from
its hole. Mary kissed Steph's nether lips and relished every last
morsel of her femininity. "That's my girl," Steph groaned before she
straddled the teen's head, pressed her thighs into Mary's ears, and
smashed her huge wet hairy cunt on the girl-jock's virgin mouth.
The savor of raw, beefy cunt flesh bit into Mary's taste buds
as she lost herself in Steph's steamy labyrinth. The big girl's
womanly essence slowly filled Mary's being like cold, refreshing beer
foaming into a large empty mug. Mary lapped at the intoxicating froth
with a drunken thirst.
"Lick it, baby," Steph moaned. "Lick .. don't suck .. lick ..
right there .. right under the hood .. lick .. don't suck .. lick ..
lick .." Her voice was like an incantation, patiently instructing the
fledgling dyke on the art of eating pussy. "Right there, baby," she
grunted, humping Mary's face and locking her thighs even tighter
around the teen's ears.
Suddenly the whole outside world ceased to exist. All Mary
could hear was the sound of her own heart thumping in her body. All
she could see was the moist darkness of Steph's warm abyss. All she
could smell was the heavenly aroma of pure fecundity. All she could
taste was the ambrosia of utter satiation. All she could feel was the
weight of overwhelming desire pressing down into her buzzing brain.
There was nothing else .. nothing but CUNTS and mouths.
Steph's cunt. Her mouth. Her cunt, Kara's and Laurie's mouth.
Laurie's and Kara's cunts, Shawna's mouths .. the universe was perfect
in its symmetry.

"What the HELL is going on here?" Matt Camden stormed into the
center of the living room. He kicked a large girl off his sister's
head, then did the same thing to two other girls who were .. molesting
Mary's private parts with their mouths. Lastly, he grabbed Shawna by
the shoulders and pulled her away from the naked female flesh writhing
about on the floor. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?"
"Fuck you, Matt!" Shawna leaped to her feet, and before Matt
Camden could react slapped her boyfriend in the face. "Who the HELL
do you think you are? This is my apartment. My fucking apartment.
What fucking right do you have to come storming in here, kicking my
friends. Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"You didn't answer the bell," Matt rubbed his cheek. "Now I
know why," he spit.
"FUCK YOU!" Shawna started beating on Matt while he cowered
beneath her rage.
"I thought something was wrong .." he fired back as he stepped
away from her. "You gave me a key," he showed her the key, then
tossed it at her head. It struck her in the eye.
"OW!" she screamed, clutching her eye.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," Matt moved in to embrace his
girlfriend.
"Get the HELL out of here, Matt!" Mary leaped to Shawna's
side, holding her with one arm and pushing Matt away with the other.
"Let her go, Mary!" Matt grabbed his sister's arm and twisted
it until it almost snapped.
"No, you let ME go!" Mary snarled, tearing free from him at
the last instant. Before she knew what she was doing, her foot
snapped up in a karate kick to Matt's groin. Her brother doubled over
in a grunting heap. In a second, the three other girls in the room
descended on his fallen body. Hard feet were everywhere, kicking his
ribs, his groin, his ass, his head, his knees, as he rolled around on
the floor trying to escape their fury.
"How does that feel?" the biggest of the strange girls berated
Matt as her large feet stomped on the back of his neck. "How do you
like it?!"
Matt couldn't get away. They were everywhere. He peered
through his bloody pupils and saw his own sister and his beloved
girlfriend joining in with the trio of attackers. They were barely
recognizable. "Mary .. Shawna .. please .." But no one in the room
was listening to him, and everything just faded into blackness.