Ann stared across the room at the other schoolgirls. Most of them were naked. They rubbed their pussies as they gazed into the male nude magazines.
Ann studied Susie Clark's tits. Round. Graceful. Succulent. The skin was so smooth. The flesh so firm.
Ann rotated her own nipples in her fingertips. Her nipples were huge and hard. They seemed to have a life of their own. Ann cupped her full, young breasts and jiggled them gently. They were so heavy that they swayed like heavy pendulums. She tickled them. Then she tugged firmly on her nipples. They were solid. Two big solid tits.
Susie Clark stretched out next to Ann. She glanced up at Ann's huge globes, dangling above her head. Susie rubbed her clit. Up and down. And then in and out. Rubbing. Poking. Probing.
Ann stared. She was mesmerized by that pussy. That throbbing cunt. That steamy slit, gaping right before her eyes.
She wanted to lick it.
To suck it.
To probe it with her hot tongue.
She was so hungry for it, she could almost taste it.
Ann leaned forward and thrust her head toward the open pussy. She didn't care about the consequences. She opened her mouth, pushed out her tongue and pressed it against the swollen clit.
At last she had it! She had that moist pussy in her mouth!
CHAPTER ONE
Ann pressed her pussy against the mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She looked down at the twin pussies, face to face, so pink and wet. She slid her finger deeply into the hot folds of flesh.
Ann sighed. She was stark naked. She reached up and tickled her firm round breast. The red tip swelled up at her touch. She pinched her titty harder. And then harder, until the nipple was hard and stiff.
They're even bigger than Mom's, Ann noticed with pride.
She squatted down in front of full-length mirror and lifted her hips high off the floor. From this viewpoint, Ann could see right into her hot, little snatch. It was dark and wet. It glistened with sweat. Ann thought it was beautiful.
Ann tickled the clit with her index finger. She thought about Mom and Dad and that one time she watched them from the hallway.
Dad had Mom on the bedroom floor. They were both naked. Daddy lifted Mom's legs up over his shoulders as he plunged his face into her groin.
Dad's balls were swinging low and hairy between his legs. Ann thought they were the ugliest things she had ever seen. So strange and unnecessary.
Mom, on the other hand, was beautiful. Her breasts bounced freely. Her nipples were huge and hard and jutted straight up toward the ceiling.
Dad was slurping away at her crotch. At one point, he lifted his head for a gasp of fresh air. And there it was. Mom's sweaty, glistening cunt, in plain view for Ann to see.
Ann looked into her bedroom mirror. She began fondling and rubbing her pussy as the sweet vision of Mom's vagina filled her head.
Oh, Mommy, Ann thought, you have such a pretty cunt. All moist and juicy.
Ann caressed her clitoris, gently at first, and then increasing the tempo.
... such a pretty pussy ...
Rubbing and grinding her cunt lips till they were red and dripping with moist drops of sweat.
... oh ... Mommy ...
Ann thrust her fingers deep into her slit. She probed deeper and deeper until the hot rush of unmentionable pleasure overwhelmed her young body.
... I want to touch your pussy, Mommy ... I want to feel it ... so hot and sticky ...
Ann pressed herself closer and closer to the bedroom mirror until her snatch was against the glass. She began grinding her hips against the mirror.
Her pussy was hot and throbbing. Her head was reeling. Through half-shut eyes, she gazed down at her huge breasts. The envy of every girl in gym class, in the whole school, for that matter.
They all wanted her big tits, Ann thought. She could tell by the way Janie Michaels and Susie Clark stared at her in the showers after gym class. And Ann loved the attention. It was the only time that anyone at school paid any attention to her.
Ann stroked her pussy fiercely. Up and down, in and out, her hands worked on the hot flesh until she thought she'd burst.
She thought of Mom's snatch again. Mom's pubic hair was black and bushy. Beads of sweat formed at the tips of the hairs. The flesh was red and swollen.
* * *
Ann thought of the way Mom fingered herself while Dad stood over. His hand was moving, pumping away at something that Ann couldn't see from her position in the hallway.
Then slowly he turned.
And Ann could see it.
It stuck straight out from his body. It was brown and wrinkly and about six or seven inches long. It had a weird downward curve to it that made the disgusting thing look even more hideous to Ann's eyes.
Then Mom reached up and wrapped her fingers around the thing.
Oh, Mom, thought Ann, how could you?
Ann's mother leaned forward and took it into her mouth. Dad moaned and lifted his head toward the ceiling.
Ann wanted to look away. But she couldn't. Her eyes were fixed onto her parents.
Mom gently licked the underside of the brown prick. It swelled up even more. She took the engorged head into her mouth, running her lips slowly up and down.
* * *
Ann had stopped breathing. She couldn't believe that her mother would do such a foul, disgusting thing. It was just so damned ugly!
Ann's father was moving his hips, grinding his thick rod deeper and deeper down Mom's throat. Her face was turning red and tears were coming to her eyes.
Dad didn't seem to notice or care. He just kept ramming that god-awful cock of his into Mom's open mouth.
Ann noticed that her father's cock had gotten even bigger and darker. It was almost purple!
Mom was moaning now. It was a sound that came from deep within her chest.
Ann glanced down and noticed that her Mom was masturbating with such an intensity that Ann couldn't quite comprehend it. Mom's hand was moving in and out, plunging her pussy savagely.
Standing there in the hallway, Ann couldn't stop herself from reaching down and rubbing her own crotch. She was shocked to feel how moist her panties had become.
Mom's pussy seemed to be throbbing now. Her hips were pulsating as she sucked greedily at the fat cock in front of her. Dad reached down and grabbed a handful of Mom's thick auburn hair. He savagely pushed her head onto his cock. Mom struggled a little, but there wasn't anything she could do but take the fat organ even deeper into her throat.
Ann rubbed her pussy through the wet material of her panties. She stroked herself with the same passionate rhythm which her mother was grinding her fingers into her mature, bushy cunt.
Dad was moaning loudly now.
"That's it, baby, that's it ..." he muttered. He pressed her head over his cock until her nose was buried into his pubic hair.
Mom was moaning too. She pumped her fingers in and out of her slit.
"Oh, baby ... that's it ... suck it ... suck it all up ..." Dad groaned.
Ann slipped her fingers into her panties. She found her clit and began rubbing it.
"... yea, baby ... take that fat cock all the way into your mouth ..."
Ann's mother was squeezing her own nipples with her free hand. The other hand plunged deeper into her throbbing pussy.
"... take it, baby ... you love it, baby, don't you? ... you love that big, fat cock ..."
Ann gasped. Her pussy was starting to ache with pleasure.
"... make me shoot, baby ... make me shoot my sperm down your throat ..." Mom sucked harder at the rigid prick.
Ann was trembling. Her entire body shivered with the excitement of the hot scene in front of her.
* * *
Dad was grinding his hips, cramming his cock into Mom's mouth.
Mom jammed her fingers in and out of her steaming pussy.
Ann rubbed her own slit, squeezing her tender clit.
Their bodies were in perfect tempo with each other. They moved with the same up and down rhythm.
"I'm going to shoot, baby. I'm going to shoot ..." Dad groaned.
Mom moaned, rubbing her pussy, slurping at the purple wang embedded in her mouth.
Ann's whole body was tingling. She could sense from the vibrations deep in her cunt that she, too, was about to climax. Her panties were dripping wet.
They'll hear me if I scream, thought Ann, a shred of rationality returning to her thoughts. And she knew, from past experiences that she often couldn't control her screams of ecstasy when she orgasm ed.
Ann turned and ran into her bedroom, her own private little world where she could spend countless hours massaging her pussy and squeezing her firm, pink breasts.
She locked the door behind her and peeled off the drenched panties. She plunged her fingers into her twat, desperately trying to rekindle the savage rhythm of her Dad's cock pumping in and out of her Mom's moist lips.
Soon her pussy was throbbing again. Waves of pleasure swept over her groin.
"... oooooh, baby ...!"
Ann could hear her Dad's screams across the house.
Ann rubbed her pussy lips harder.
Then Mom started moaning loudly until it grew and grew into a high feverish pitch. Both voices were grunting and panting like two hungry animals.
Ann's cunt was pulsing. She licked her fingers and crammed them back into the hot, dripping hole.
And then it happened.
Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy was on fire. It hurt and felt so damn good at the same. Pulsing and dripping juice, the muscles of her vagina quivered.
Ann clutched her cunt, bit down on lower lip, and then started to scream.
Her skin was burning, and all Ann could think about was her mother's pussy.
That beautiful, wet pussy.
And that thick bush of curly dark hair.
And those pink, swollen nipples.
Ann relived that episode again and again in her fantasy world.
Pressed up against her bedroom mirror, Ann could see her mother in her own body, Ann's breasts were bigger, but the pussies were twins. Ann's pubic bush was strawberry blonde instead of black. And of course, Ann was much younger and prettier than her mother. But other than some slight differences, they looked very much alike.
Ann gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
She liked what she saw.
She licked her fingers and then applied the saliva onto each nipple until they were erect. She pinched her left nipple and rolled it between her thumb and index finger. She squeezed it harder. It hurt a little, but at the same time, it felt so wonderful.
Cross-level on the mirror, there was a wet spot. She pressed her pussy against the mirror again. She began humping the glass. The door on which the mirror was mounted began to creak.
Ann looked up at the reflection of her face.
I'm beautiful, she thought. I don't understand why I'm not more popular at school. Ann leaned forward and kissed her reflection. Her hot breath fogged the glass.
Her body was starting to tingle again. She reached down and spread her pussy lips. She licked her fingers again and plunged them into the moist, gaping slit.
Ann shuddered. She thought about her Mom's twat.
What a beautiful pussy, Mommy, Ann thought to herself. Would you let me lick that pretty twat of yours?
Ann arched her back, grinding her pussy harder against the glass of the mirror. Her body was on fire.
Oh, Mommy, she thought.
Let me lick your snatch.
The mirror was steaming up.
Let me suck on your wet hole, Mommy.
Ann trembled.
Let me tongue your hot clit, Ann thought.
Burning spasms swept through Ann's groin.
Ann was delirious. Oh, Mommy, she whispered in a moan.
"Ann?"
Ann froze.
"Ann?"
It was her mother. She knocked on Ann's bedroom door.
"Yes, Mom?" Ann answered meekly.
"What are you doing in there, Ann?"
"Nothing, Mom," said Ann. "Just reading."
"Always reading," muttered Mom. "Well, could you come out here, please. Your father and I would like to speak to you."
"Okay, Mom," Ann answered. "Just a minute."
Ann reached for panties lying on the floor. She slipped them over her wet pussy. She pulled on a pair of Levis and a T-shirt and opened the bedroom door.
Her parents were waiting for her in the living room. Dad was wearing a suit and tie and Mom had on a pink jumpsuit.
Ann couldn't look at them without thinking of what they looked naked. Dad and his ugly purple cock and Mom and her sweet, pink pussy.
Ann took a seat on the big armchair.
"Yes?" she said quietly, not knowing what was up.
"Ann," her father began, "Your mother and I think that you've been spending too much time with your books."
Mom smiled. "We're glad that you're reading a lot," she said, "but there's more to life than just books."
Ann smiled to herself. She didn't read quite as much as they thought. Most of the time Ann spent alone her bedroom was used to tickle her twat.
"You haven't made very many friends since we moved here to Springfield," said Dad.
"They're all jerks," said Ann.
"You have to make an effort, Ann," said Mom. "You're seventeen now, Ann, and you haven't been on a single date."
"Boys are the biggest jerks of them all," answered Ann. "They just want to grab you and stick it in you."
"Ann!" her parents exclaimed simultaneously.
"It's true!" Ann shouted.
"There's no need for that kind of talk in this house," her father said sternly.
Hypocrite, Ann thought. Who was telling who to suck on that 'fat cock'?
"Calm down, Ann," said Mom. "Just listen to our suggestion. I ran into Janie Michael's mother in the supermarket today. She was buying a cartload of junk food for Janie's slumber party tonight. She asked about you and I told her how you were always so busy reading all the time. Well, Janie's mother suggested that you come over to the slumber party tonight."
"Oh, Mom," Ann moaned.
"... and I told her that you'd be glad to come," Mom finished.
"But they're cheerleaders, Mom!"
"I don't care. There is no reason why you can't be friends with cheerleaders."
Ann groaned. Janie Michaels, she thought. That means that Susie Clark would be there too. Ooggling at my big tits. Oh, God.
"And don't argue, young lady," said Dad. "They are expecting you."
Janie Michaels and Susie Clark. Ann thought about it. They're both so popular and pretty. Beautiful, in fact. Ann looked down at her swollen tits. Then again, so am I, she thought. I'm beautiful, too. Maybe they'll ask me to flash my tits for them.
Ann smiled.
"Okay," she said. "I'll go."
Her parents looked at each other, a little surprised. They expected more of a fight out of her.
Ann jumped up and ran to bedroom. She closed the door behind her and studied herself in the full length. Her hair was long and thick and naturally curly. Her face was clear and pleasant. Her deep blue eyes were a striking contrast to the reddish-blonde streaks in her hair.
Ann ran fingers over her huge breasts. She cupped them in her hands, like two firm, ripe cantaloupes. They were solid and rode high on her sleek torso. Her nipples pushed up through the T-shirt, two proud twin peaks.
She slipped her hand into her crotch and squeezed with the muscles of her thighs.
And this is my most prized possession, thought Ann. My cunt. My pink, juicy twat. Always ready. Always hungry. My own sweet, sweet pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
"Jesus Christ! Look at the bulge on Matt Dillon!" Susie Clark squealed, a Seventeen magazine on her lap.
Janie Michaels snatched the magazine away from Susie. She studied it carefully.
"Aww, that's nothing!" she said.
"Nothing?" said Patty Jones, a thin pretty blonde with perky breasts. "I'd sure like to find out what's in there."
Ann sat amid the girls. She tried to fit in, to laugh at all of their jokes, but she felt awkward. They all seemed so silly and boy-crazy.
To amuse herself, Ann studied the bodies of the girls around her. Patty's tits were really small, but cute. Janie and average-sized tits, but they were beautifully formed. They curved up and pushed the front of her sheer nightshirt forward seductively. Susie tits were quite large, almost as large as Ann's, but not nearly so nice.
The girls were dressed in panties and short nightshirts, and Ann was pleased that the girls weren't self-conscious about scratching their pussies every now and then.
"If that magazine turns you on, I'm sure you're not ready for the magazines that my Mom has stashed away," said Janie.
The girls squealed with delight. They begged Janie to go get them.
"As a matter of fact," Janie said slyly, "I stole a couple of them out of her night stand tonight in case you wanted to see them."
"Well, go get them, stupid," Susie urged.
"I don't know if you little girls could handle it," Janie teased.
The girls screamed and started hitting Janie with pillows. A fight ensued. The young girls wrestled on the floor in a giggling fury, pinching each others' tits and asses.
Ann was delighted. Many of the hands seemed to be seeking out her melon-sized breasts.
* * *
Finally Janie yelled out, "Okay, okay, I'll get them. I'll get them."
She stood up, pulling her thin nightshirt over her exposed breasts.
By the time she returned with the magazine, the girls had worked themselves into a frenzy.
"I hear Billy Nolan has the biggest cock in the school," Susie was saying.
"You should know, Susie," said Patty, "If they had a Blow Job Queen instead of Prom Queen, you would surely be elected."
"Blow this, Patty," Susie retorted , jamming her hand deep into her crotch.
"Here they are, gang," said Janie, tossing three magazines onto the floor in front of the girls. "Enjoy!"
They were magazines with titles like 'Fantasy Men' or 'The Male Nude.' The girls jumped on them like hungry animals. Susie grabbed one and opened it up with a gasp.
"Look at the size of this one!" she screamed out.
The girls gathered around.
Ann joined them, but she had no particular interest in salivating over some hairy guy with a big, ugly pecker dangling between his legs.
But the other girls were excited. Real excited.
While they paged through the magazines, Ann had her eyes on the girls' crotches. Most of the girls had their hands buried in their panties.
They were massaging themselves feverishly.
"Look at that one," Janie pointed out. "Do you think you could take something like that up your twat?"
"I don't know," said Susie, spreading her crotch with her fingers. "My twat doesn't feel that wide."
"It's as thick as his wrist!". Patty cried out.
"Look at this guy's hairy chest."
"Look at those pecs! What a hunk!"
"Boy, would I like to fuck him."
"He'd rip up your insides. He's so damn thick!"
"I love this guy's ass. He reminds me of Ryan O'Neal."
"He's real hot. I like the look of his balls. They're nice and full."
"Yea. I don't like the saggy kind, do you?"
"I like this guy's face. He's got beautiful lips."
"How would you like those lips pressed against your pussy?" asked Janie. "Licking way at your cunt lips, lapping up all the juice."
"Oh, yea."
"He's beautiful."
The girls babbled on and on, but Ann didn't listen to a word they were saying. She was too busy looking at what was going on around her.
Susie Clark had her pink panties down at her knees. Her legs were spread.
What beautiful, muscular thighs, thought Ann. It must be from all those hours at cheerleading practice.
Susie had her finger on her clit, massaging it with circular movements, teasing it gently, making it glisten. At times she slipped a couple fingers between her moist pussy lips. She churned at her flesh slowly, but forcefully.
Susie had lifted her nightshirt. With her other hand she was pinching her full, ripe nipple. It became hard and stood up away from the rest of the fleshy breast like a little flag.
Ann wet her lips. She imagined taking the distended nipple into her mouth and chewing gently. Gnawing. Sucking. Licking.
With the same circular motion, Susie massaged both her nipple and her twat. She was engulfed by the magazine, murmuring something about a big, hard cock.
Ann studied her carefully. She reached her hand into her own panties. She felt the wetness of her slit.
She looked at Patty. Patty, too, had taken off her panties. She ran her fingers through her silky blonde pubic hair, lingering at the pink moist button at the top of her pussy lips. Her pussy lips were bright pink. They seemed to beckon Ann's lustful gaze.
Ann pulled off her panties and spread her legs. She sighed as she plunged her hand into her aching box.
She looked again at Patty. Patty had lifted up her nightshirt. She was pinching her small, pointed tits.
Ann wanted to reach over and pinch the other nipple, so small and dainty, so irresistible.
Janie Michaels was completely naked. Her legs were spread wide as she rubbed her hand up and down the swollen slit.
"Imagine a big, fat cock pressing against your pussy," she said.
Ann didn't want to imagine a big, fat cock pressing against her pussy. She wanted to imagine something completely different.
Ann wanted to imagine her face pressed into Janie Michaels' groin. She imagined it close up. She could see every drop of sweat, every trickle of cunt juice, every curly pubic hair.
Ann imagined the smell. Deep and musty. A dark animal smell. A secret smell. Sweet. Feminine. Wonderful.
"Imagine his moustache tickling your breasts," Janie continued.
But Ann couldn't imagine that. She didn't want to.
She imagined her lips against Janie's perfect tits. Feeling their roundness. Weighing them gently with her tongue. Licking them. Biting. Chewing. Gnawing. Caressing those beautiful globes.
Ann studied Janie's tits. Round. Graceful. Definitely succulent. The skin was so smooth. The flesh so firm.
Ann rotated her own nipples in her fingertips. Her nipples were huge and hard. They seemed to have a life of their own.
Ann cupped her own full, young breasts and jiggled them gently. They were so heavy that they swayed like heavy pendulums. She tickled them. Then she tugged firmly on her nipples. They were solid. Two big solid tits.
Susie's stretched out next to Ann. She glanced up at Ann's huge globes, dangling above her head.
Ann noticed Susie's gaze. She squeezed her tits tightly together, the extra flesh oozing out around her fingers.
Susie rubbed her clit. Up and down. And then in and out. Rubbing. Poking. Probing.
Ann stared. She was mesmerized by that pussy. That throbbing cunt. That steamy slit, gaping right before her eyes.
Ann's vision was blurring. She was staring at a cunt. But whose? It was her mother's. Her mother's pussy was spread wide before her. Calling her. Begging her.
That beautiful gaping pussy wanted Ann's lips. Her tongue. Her jaws closing down around it.
Ann could feel the heat, the steam that was rising up out of the pussy spread open next to her.
She wanted to lick it.
To suck it.
To probe it with her hot tongue.
Susie's fingers stretched the lips of her cunt. She rubbed her clit, raw and wet. Her body was sweating, her blood pounding.
Ann mouth was hanging open. A drop of saliva spilled from her lips.
She was so hungry for it. She could almost taste it.
Ann leaned forward and thrust her head toward the open box. She opened her mouth, pushed out her wet tongue and pressed it against the swollen clit.
She had it. She had that moist pussy in her mouth!
What a pretty, pretty cunt, Ann thought. At last. At last you're mine. You're in my lips. You're against my wet tongue!
Ann licked savagely at the throbbing pussy. The flesh was so hot. It burned her lips. It was an excruciatingly wonderful pain.
The skin was so smooth, so wet, so soft. Pink and tender. It pulsed against her tongues, quivering, reacting to every hungry lick she applied.
The sweet smell filled her nostrils. Even sweeter than she had imaged. A strange animal smell. Distinct. Different than any smell she had ever known. It was wonderful.
Ann's head reeled, drunk with the rich aroma of pussy.
Ann reached up and cupped the firm young breasts. So full. Two handfuls of soft, but firm, flesh. She found the nipples and squeezed.
Ann could feel the body quiver beneath her, throbbing. The rhythm of the spasms hastened and then relaxed, only to begin again, faster and more intense.
Ann was blind. Nothing existed around her except that warm glorious pussy. She buried her nose into the thick pubic hair and inhaled deeply. It was exhilarating.
She could feel the steam, the dripping sweat. The pussy was oozing hot cunt juice from every pore. Ann lapped it up like a starved puppy.
Ann's head was spinning.
Mommy, she thought. I'm licking your pussy. Your hot smelly pussy.
The pussy seemed to swell and contract as a response to her thoughts.
Mommy, she thought, your pussy is so good ... it tastes so good ... it's so beautiful. It looks just like mine.
With that thought, Ann released one of the swollen nipples and grabbed at her own wet cunt. She was throbbing already. Every pore of her body was pounding. She was covered with sweat.
Ann cunt-eating intensified. Faster and faster, her tongue darted in and out that moist slit. She found the clitoris with her teeth and bit down. The body beneath withered in a blend of agony and pleasure.
Hands were pulling at Ann's head, trying to pull her away. But Ann resisted.
She wanted that pussy. She wanted it so bad that her whole body ached. She couldn't stop. She wanted to eat that pussy. She wanted to eat it forever.
The pussy was throbbing, the body was wriggling. The hands pulled at her hair. For a second, Ann's lips parted from the snatch, but she pushed the hands away and dived headfirst into the wet, open cunt.
I love you, Ann thought. I love your cunt, Mommy. Your hot pussy. Every inch of it. I want to bathe your pussy with my tongue forever.
I don't ever want to stop.
Suddenly the hands grabbed her hair and pulled, wrenching her head away from that sweet vagina.
Ann didn't know what was happening.
Your pussy! Your pussy! Where is it? Where am I?
Ann looked wildly about the room.
She was in a room with four other teenage girls, wearing nightshirts and panties.
Then Ann remembered.
The slumber party.
She looked around the room. At Janie. Then Patty. And then her eyes fell upon Susie Clark, sprawled out naked on the floor, her legs spread wide, a look of disgust on her face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Susie asked gruffly.
"She's sick," said Patty, combing out her blonde hair.
"Are you some kind of pervert or what?" Susie demanded, an edge of utter horror in her voice.
"She's a dyke!" Janie screamed. "A sick dyke."
"Fucking pig!"
"Freak!"
"Lezzie creep!"
"We don't actually have to sleep next to this animal, do we?" Patty asked.
"She's not sleeping here," Janie announced. "Get out of here, dyke! You make us sick!"
Ann looked around at the accusing faces. She didn't know what had happened. Her mind was a blank. A total blank.
She stood up and grabbed her panties and jeans.
She walked home, trying to sort things out in her head.
What happened, she wondered.
When she got to her bedroom at home, she began to remember.
The magazines. The boy talk. The wet panties.
Then with slow mounting horror, it all came back to her.
Ann realized that she had eaten Susie Clark's pussy.
She remembered the red, swollen lips against her tongue. She remembered the hard clit. She remembered gnawing on it, chewing with her teeth.
Ann could vividly remember the smell. That sweet musky odor.
Ann rubbed her pussy. Her body tingled.
She was still hungry for pussy.
She wanted so desperately to lick, to suck, to chew.
And tonight she finally did it!
Ann slipped her finger into her slit. She sighed and smiled.
And then it hit her.
The horror of it all slipped into her head as easily as her hand slipped into her moist twat.
They called her a sick dyke.
A pervert.
An animal.
A freak.
Ann buried her face in her hands. My God, she thought. What have I done? Everyone at school is going to find out about this! Everyone in town! Everyone!
Ann began sobbing, her tears streaking her face, falling into her sweaty palms. Ann gasped for air.
She inhaled deeply. Then she smelled it.
The faint of hot pussy juice on her fingers.
She stopped sobbing. She inhaled again.
The unmistakable aroma of cunt. Fresh, dripping cum.
Ann was breathing carefully now. Her tears stopped. She pressed her hands to her face and inhaled.
Sweet pussy juice.
Fresh from the snatch.
Ann smiled faintly. She breathed in again. Deeper this time.
Cunt juice.
Then again.
Hot cum.
Then again.
Pussy! Sweet, sweet pussy!
Ann closed her eyes and dozed within a minute. Her hands were pressed tightly against her face.
CHAPTER THREE
"Well, Ann, as you can probably guess, I've heard some nasty rumors about you."
Miss Boone leaned forward in her seat, her massive, fleshy tits lying flat on the desk like two beached whales.
Ann looked down at the floor. She couldn't look her in the eye. She couldn't look anyone in the eye after this morning.
On her way to school, Ann was shocked to see that someone had spray painted 'ANN TRUMBLE IS A CUNT-LICKING DYKE' in huge letters on the side of the brick high school building.
"Don't worry, Ann," said Miss Boone, "We have our suspicions as to who spray-painted that nasty message on the building, and the vandals will be disciplined accordingly."
Ann was so embarrassed when she saw the message that she ran and hid in a stall in the girls' locker room. Miss Boone found her there at lunch time and coaxed the girl into her private office.
"Do you have any idea how these rumors started, Ann?"
Ann stared at the floor. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She nodded.
Miss Boone saw the anguish on the young girl's face, so she proceeded gently.
"Do these stories have any basis in truth?"
Ann swallowed a sob. Then she nodded.
"You do believe that you may, in fact, be a lesbian?"
Ann began to sob. She gulped for air through her tears.
Miss Boone stood up and walked around the desk. She embraced the girl's head, pressing it to her mammoth breasts.
"There, there, Ann," she said. "Go ahead and cry. Get it all out."
Ann pressed her face against the gym teacher's breasts. They were so huge and comforting. She could feel Miss Boone's heart beating. Ann felt like a tiny little baby in the arms of her mother.
Ann decided to talk.
"It's true!" she blurted out. "I am a lesbian! A cunt-licking dyke!"
Miss Boone looked down at the girl. "How can you be sure:" she asked quietly.
Ann looked up into Miss Boone's deep brown eyes.
"All I think about is pussy," she whispered. "I want to play with it. Suck it. Lick it. Pussy is on my mind every hour of the day."
Miss Boone looked into Ann's eyes and thought she could see into the girl's tortured soul.
She released Ann's head and walked around back to her seat at the desk. She sat down.
"Men," she started out, "take some getting used to. Their bodies are different than ours. Women are soft. Men are hard. Women are smooth. Men are hairy. They must seem strange to a young girl like you, completely inexperienced in the world of men."
Miss Boone cleared her throat. Ann was listening very carefully.
"Men," she continued, "have good sides and bad sides. And women must look for the good side and learn to appreciate it."
Ann looked at Miss Boone quizzically.
"Men," she continued, "have something that is most definitely appealing. Something that a woman can use to bring unending happiness."
Ann wasn't sure what she was leading up to.
"Men," Miss Boone said after a long dramatic pause, "have been blessed with the wonderful gift of a penis."
Ann shifted in her seat.
"Have you ever seen a penis, Ann?" Miss Boone questioned.
Ann looked down to the floor and nodded.
"Have you ever felt a penis sliding in and out of your vagina?"
Ann couldn't believe her ears. She shook her head briskly.
Miss Boone smiled, as if a great revelation had just occurred.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she opened her right-hand desk and reached in. She pulled out a foot-long, flesh-colored dildo and held it up proudly in front of Ann.
Ann had never seen a dildo before. It was shaped just like a cock, with a big head and bulging veins on the side. It also had some straps hanging from the base of it. Ann couldn't figure out what the straps were for.
Miss Boone held it out to Ann.
"Feel it, Ann," she said. "Feel its length. Feel its thickness. Feel its potential to make you happy."
Hesitantly Ann reached out for the huge rubber object. She held it in her hands. It was long. And amazingly thick. Ann never imagined that cocks could ever be so big.
Miss Boone stood up while Ann was studying the enormous phallus. She pulled her white jersey over her head.
Ann looked up to Miss Boone's gigantic bra-encased tits. Miss Boone's slowly pulled down her sweat pants, exposed her thick muscular legs.
"What are you doing?" Ann asked meekly.
"I'm going to teach you," she said. "I'm going to teach the wonders of making love with men."
Ann didn't know what the woman was talking about.
"How?" Ann asked. "You're a woman. How can you teach me about men?"
Miss Boone slipped out of her white panties. Ann gazed at her well-rounded hips, her furry brown patch, her muscular buttocks.
"Give that to me," Miss Boone demanded, her hand outstretched.
Ann placed the dildo into her hand.
Miss Boone fitted the dildo on her groin, reaching around her back to fasten and adjust the straps. After a little fussing, the dildo was firmly in place.
Miss Boone stood proudly with her hands on her hips. The monstrous phallus jutted out proudly from her firm body.
"Strip down, Ann," she commanded. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Miss Boone's voice was fierce enough to scare Ann up off of her seat. Obediently, she tugged off her T-shirt and worn denim jeans.
Miss Boone glared at the young girl's beautiful body. Her nostrils flared and her breathing grew heavier.
Boldly she walked over to the young naked girl and forcefully grabbed her breasts. She squeezed them with all her might.
Ann let out a yelp. She tried to back away, but the muscular gym teacher had a firm hold of her. She pulled the young girl against her hot body.
Ann could feel the huge rubber penis pressed against her stomach. She was suddenly very afraid. Afraid of the demented teacher. And even more afraid of the fearsome dildo strapped to the woman's body.
Ann struggled, but it was pointless.
Miss Boone was strong. Very strong. As strong as any man.
She pushed Ann up against the wall and pushed her lips to Ann's face. Ann tried to turn her face. Miss Boone slapped her hard across the cheek.
"You're going to learn to love men if it's the last thing I do," Miss Boone snarled, her face twisted into a frightening scowl. "You want to live the rest of your life as a pathetic pervert. You want to live with the harassment, the jokes, the public abuse! I won't let that happen to you! I'm going to make a normal woman out of you if I have to hammer it into you! Got that?"
Ann, tears streaking her face, nodded.
Miss Boone kissed her savagely. Her thick hot tongue pressed its way through Ann's sealed lips. Her tongue washed across Ann's teeth, pushing Ann's tongue deeper into her throat.
Ann thought she was going to suffocate. But there was nothing she could do. She was completely helpless. Miss Boone was just too strong.
Miss Boone's hands roughly worked Ann's tits, Squeezing and pinching too hard for any kind of pleasure.
Ann squirmed.
Then Miss Boone reached down. Her hand plunged into Ann's dry pussy.
Ann's shriek of pain was muffled by the thick lolling tongue of the muscular woman.
Miss Boone began rubbing and rubbing Ann's clit. She spread the cunt lips apart and began to stroke the girl slowly.
Ann couldn't help herself. She began to respond to the caresses. Her pussy was getting wet. Steamy and wet.
The teacher pulled her mouth away from Ann's. She kissed Ann's neck gently, wetly, then worked her way down to Ann's left breast. She tongued the tip so gently, so skillfully that Ann began to shudder.
Her nipples were growing hard. The teacher knew what she was doing. Ann couldn't deny it.
Miss Boone took the bulbous tip of Ann's nipple between her teeth. She held it there, running her tongue back and forth over the tip. Ann shivered.
The teacher's tongue darted skillfully around the stiff pink arch of her nipple.
"Oh, yes ... yes," Ann whispered.
Ann could feel a trickle of juice forming at her crotch. The teacher's fingers were so firm and strong.
"Lick me," Ann whispered. "Play with my juicy twat. Make it all steamy. Yess. Yes."
Miss Boone became possessed. Roughly she pushed the girl onto the desk. A cup full of pencils spilled to the floor. Papers and forms scattered.
The teacher licked her way down Ann's smooth flat stomach. She pushed her tongue through the young girl's furry bush.
When her tongue reached her clitoris, Ann thought she was going to explode. She never felt quite like this before. She began pumping her hips up and down.
Miss Boone loved Ann's enthusiasm. She attacked the girl's pussy with an uncontrollable fury.
"Yes, Miss Boone ... teach me ... teach me ..."
Miss Boone was grunting now, like some sort of hungry animal. She lapped away at Ann's pussy, slurping with her tongue, probing deeper and deeper into the girl's slit.
Pussy juice was flowing out of Ann's cunt. She was wet. Wetter than she had ever been before.
"Eat me, Miss Boone. Eat my love box! Lick it!" Ann moaned, overcome with the wondrous sensations.
Miss Boone's face was sopping wet. Her chin shined. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
She lifted her face and stared up at Ann.
"You're good and wet," she grunted. "But you better get wetter than this because I have something long and thick that I'm going to shove up that tight crack of yours."
Miss Boone grinned like an insane fiend. Ann was terrified. The thought of that grotesquely huge dildo penetrating her slim twat made Ann shiver with fear.
Miss Boone pushed her face back into Ann's twat. Her hands grabbed her tender breasts again, squeezing them like she had before. Roughly, like some sort of manly brut.
Ann writhed in pain.
"Be careful, Miss Boone," she begged. "Please be careful."
"Shut up, you filthy little whore!" Miss Boone grunted, her words muffled in Ann's groin. "I'm going to fuck you with my big dick whether you want me to or not."
Ann squealed.
"And if you fight me," Miss Boone added, "I just may shove my fat pecker up your little bunghole."
Ann bit her tongue hard. She tried not to cry out. She didn't dare make this woman any angrier than she already seemed to be.
Ann laid back on the desk. She thrust her hips into the air. She was ready to accept her fate. She was ready to be fucked.
Miss Boone bit down on her pussy lips and tugged them gently. Ann stifled another cry. Her cunt was dripping now. She couldn't deny it.
"You're such a wet, little thing," Miss Boone said. "You should have no problem at all with this piece of meat."
Miss Boone stood up straight and stroked the obscene piece of rubber as if it were alive. She looked down at it. Then she spit on it.
The heavy saliva spilled over the edge of the dildo. Miss Boone caught the spit in her hand. She applied the gooey substance up and down the length of the dildo until it glistened and shined.
Just like Daddy's ugly prick, Ann thought. Only this one's not purple.
"Ready for this?" Miss Boone asked.
Ann couldn't answer. She could only stare helplessly at the terrifyingly huge instrument jutting out from the muscular teacher's furry muff.
Miss Boone smiled. She moved forward and placed the head of the gigantic rubber dong against Ann's pussy lips.
Ann was trembling. Tears were flowing from her eyes.
Miss Boone began pushing. Slowly. Until three or four inches of the thing were embedded in Ann's tight pussy chamber.
Ann squirmed. It was such a tight fit. It hurt. But thank God she was juiced up for it. The rubber prick slid in with very little problem. Her pussy was begin to ache and throb.
Miss Boone grinned.
"That's only a quarter of it," she said.
Ann shut her eyes. She felt as if she were going to pass out.
Miss Boone began slowly pumping her ass. The enormous dildo slid in and out, working its way deeper and deeper, inch by inch.
Ann's heart was pounding. She could feel the blood rushing from her head. Her cunt was pulsating with pain.
She opened her eyes and looked down.
The gigantic dork was only halfway in.
Ann closed her eyes again. Her head was spinning. Her body was vibrating. The huge cock in her twat seemed to be pounding its way up through her body into her head.
Miss Boone pumped faster now. She reached for Ann's big tits and squeezed them. She jiggled them and cupped them in her hands. Ann's nipples were solid as bullets.
Ann's pussy was so wet. The pain was subsiding. The in and out movement of the dildo began to feel good in a strange way.
Ann moved her pelvis in perfect rhythm with the pounding of Miss Boone's artificial prick.
"You like it, don't you, little girl?" Miss Boone whispered.
Ann started to moan.
The penetration was credible. The great cock was massaging nerve endings in her cunt that Ann didn't even know existed. It plunged in so deep.
Ann looked down to see that the three-quarters of the massive schlong were embedded deep in her sweaty snatch. Her pussy lips moved in and out with the sliding motion of the dildo.
Miss Boone was grunting and sweating. Her massive, bra-encased knockers bounced heavily in the air.
Ann groped at Miss Boone's tits.
"Let me see them," Ann cried. "Show me your huge tits!"
With one hand, Miss Boone unhooked her bra. Her gigantic jugs fell forward like two giant cow udders. The nipples were enormous, about four inches in diameter, the very tips were the size of quarters.
Ann couldn't believe it. She reached up and grabbed those two gargantuan teats and tugged at them.
Miss Boone kept pounding the dildo deeper and deeper into Ann's hot sticky canal. Sliding in and out, mercilessly.
Ann was loving every minute of it. She kneaded and squeezed the huge knockers, so big, round and heavy. They felt as if they weighed a ton each. They were truly incredible.
Ann's cunt began to spasm.
"Fuck me," Ann moaned. "Fuck me with that big, meaty rod of yours. Slam it into me. Yeah ..."
Miss Boone groaned. She rammed the huge dildo to the hilt into Ann's wet, slippery cunt.
"Shove it in me!" Ann cried out. "I love that fucking schlong up my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
In and out the huge dildo parted Ann's swollen pussy meat.
Ann was vibrating, sweating, burning up. Her pussy was palpitating. She felt like a volcano, about to erupt.
"Fuck me!" Ann grunted. She was breathing heavily. She stared up at the fluorescent light on the ceiling. The image was blurring.
Miss Boone slammed the dildo in and out with maximum intensity.
Ann's pussy was on fire. Her hole was quivering and shaking. Burning up. She began panting like an animal.
Pain and pleasure engulfed her. The room was spinning. The fluorescent light was twirling around, moving farther and farther away, growing dimmer and dimmer. Ann blacked out.
When she woke up, Ann was still on the desk. Miss Boone was still standing there in the same position. The enormous phallus had been pulled out of her pussy.
Ann gazed down with horror when she realized what was happening.
Miss Boone had greased up the rubber dildo. She had the huge dong poised at Ann's asshole. She was manipulating Ann's puckered hole with her big, greased fingers.
Ann let out a loud shriek
She leaped off the desk. She looked around frantically. She snatched up her T-shirt and jeans and she fled.
Miss Boone tried to grab the young girl, but the suddenness of her hysteria had startled the gym teacher.
Ann flung open the office door. She ran out into the locker room.
A small cluster of senior girls stood at the lockers. They looked at Ann and then they burst out laughing.
"Did you fuck the gym teacher, dyke?" one of them giggled.
"Pervert!" another girl screamed. "Lezbo freak!"
"Cunt-licking goon!"
Ann fled. She pushed her way, naked, down the school hallway. Kids were pointing and laughing. She ducked into a bathroom to put on her clothes.
As she buttoned her jeans, Ann noticed with horror some graffiti on the bathroom wall: 'For a good pussy-licking, call Ann the Man Trumble.'
Ann turned and ran from the school building. Her face was wet. She was sobbing.
A car full of high school boys pulled up next to her.
"Hey, Ann!" shouted one of the leering boys. "Come on over here! I've always wanted to put my finger in a dyke!!!"
The boys laughed loudly, hooting and whistling.
Ann ran.
I have to get out of here, she thought. As far away from Springfield as I can get.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Are you lost, little girl?'
Ann looked up from the map of New Orleans she had bought at the tourist stand.
A tall thin black woman stood in a decaying doorway. She was strikingly beautiful. Her skin was a smooth brown, like cocoa. Her hair was thick and curly. It tumbled down from the colorful silk scarf she had tied around her head. Her eyes were green and very clear and seductive. Her full lips were painted bright red to match her red tube top that just barely covered her large round breasts.
Ann stared for a moment at the Cajun woman's breasts. They had a graceful, African curve to them. They seemed to point up to the heavens.
The woman wore a colorful skirt that complimented the shapely curve of her thin waist and rounded hips. She also wore huge hoop earrings that dangled against her striking cheekbones.
Ann thought she was very exotic. Very sensual.
The woman smiled.
"Where do you want to go, little girl?" she said warmly. "Bambi Jones know every inch of this town. She'll tell you where to go."
Ann smiled. "Well, Miss Jones, I'm looking for the Y.W.C.A." she said.
Bambi smiled again. "You can call me Bambi, dear," she said.
"Bambi," Ann said.
Bambi leaned back in the doorway. Her breasts were thrust forward in the tight confines of the tube top.
"Let me guess," she said knowingly. "You're low on cash and you need a place to stay."
Ann nodded.
Bambi put her long arm around Ann's shoulders. "Don't you worry, my dear," she said. "Bambi Jones will take good care of you. Now come along with me."
Bambi led Ann to a small bar down a dark side street, a street that the tourists never explore. The bar was small and dirty, with three tables in the corner. Dark green moss grew over the windows. The only light in the bar was supplied by candles placed on the tables and on the ends of the bar.
Two old black men sat at the bar. They didn't move or glance up when Bambi and Ann walked in and sat at the corner table.
"Two whiskeys, Joe," Bambi said to the bartender.
"But I don't drink," Ann whispered.
"Well, then," said Bambi. "What do you do for fun?"
Ann smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She felt so naive next this mature woman. Ann had never had a drink in her life.
Joe brought the drinks over to the table.
"Thanks, Joe," Bambi said. She turned to Ann. "You're a very beautiful girl. What's your name?"
"Ann."
"Ann," Bambi whispered, holding the name on the edge of her tongue as if were sweet wine. "What a lovely name. It fits you beautifully."
Ann smiled and blushed. She didn't know what to say.
"So lovely," Bambi crooned. "You could make a lot of money here in New Orleans."
"I could?" asked Ann. "How?"
Bambi took a sip of the whiskey. She reached across the table, tacking a strand of Ann's red hair and twirling it in her finger.
"A gentleman would be willing to pay a fair amount of money to spend the evening with a young girl as lovely as you."
"Oh. Men," Ann groaned. "I don't like men."
Bambi began to stroke Ann's cheek. Her skin tingled at the dark woman's touch.
Bambi smiled. "That's understandable," she said. "Men can be so coarse and crude."
Bambi ran her finger across Ann's lips.
"But they can also be very rich," Bambi added.
Ann was nervous. She looked over at the men at the bar, but they were still sitting there, motionless, staring into their drinks. Then she looked back into Bambi's eyes. They were so odd. So green. So strange against the rich brown of her skin.
Bambi slid her finger slowly down Ann's neck. It felt so wonderful. Ann was getting turned on. She could already feel the moisture in her panties.
Ann lifted the glass of whiskey to her lips. She held it there and inhaled. The smell was so strong, she couldn't imagine actually drinking it.
"What's wrong?" Bambi asked. "Why don't you drink?"
"It smells so strong," Ann said quietly, ashamed of her inexperience.
Bambi laughed. "Well, then," she said. "Perhaps the best way for you to try the whiskey is to drink it second hand."
"What do you mean?" Ann asked.
Bambi smiled mysteriously. She brought the glass of whiskey to her lips, poured the amber liquid into her mouth and leaned across the table toward Ann's face.
Their lips pressed together. Bambi's tongue pushed into Ann's mouth. Ann was trembling. Then a rush of the hot whiskey gushed into Ann's mouth, burning down her throat. Bambi's tongue swabbed the burning membrane inside Ann's mouth. Ann's lips and tongue were tingling.
The burning sensation seemed to reach down into Ann's crotch. She was on fire. When their lips parted, Ann was breathing heavily.
Bambi sat in her seat and smiled.
"How would you like to make a hundred bucks?" she asked Ann.
"Fucking some fat, old man?" Ann asked.
"No," Bambi whispered. "Fucking me."
Ann gave her a puzzled look.
"Some gentleman are willing to pay quite handsomely to watch two beautiful women make love with each other," Bambi said with a sly smile.
Ann looked at her. She desperately needed money, it was true. Her eyes drifted to Bambi's graceful breasts.
She wanted to suckle at those breasts. To tease them. To lick them. To hold them in her mouth.
She looked at Bambi's penetrating eyes.
Ann wanted to make love to this woman.
* * *
Mr. Smith tugged down his pants and pulled on his long, soft cock.
"Get on the bed and undress each other," he commanded.
Bambi and Ann kneeled on the small bed. The sheets were dirty. In fact, the entire hotel was dirty. The walls were dark brown and bare except for the fallen chips of plaster. The gray shutters were closed and the overhead fan rattled and swayed as if it were about to fall.
* * *
Ann had never been in a hotel as seedy as the Purple Parrot before. She didn't like the looks of it at all.
And Mr. Smith was a very strange man. Not bad looking. But strange. He was hiding something behind those cold, dark eyes. Ann glared at him suspiciously.
Bambi reached out to Ann and stroked her neck. Ann looked at Bambi. She tried to pretend that Mr. Smith wasn't there.
Bambi began kissing Ann, pressing her hot red lips against Ann's. Their tongues playfully intermingled. Saliva flowed from one mouth to the other. Wet and warm.
"Unbutton Red's shirt," Mr. Smith commanded.
Bambi slid her fingers down Ann's neck, gently down her cleavage, teasingly. She unbuttoned the top button of the blouse, then kneeled down and planted, a gentle kiss on the exposed flesh. Then the next button.
Bambi's mouth moved down lower.
Then the next button.
Bambi licked Ann between her breasts as her hands worked the other buttons.
Finally Bambi opened Ann's blouse, revealing her beautiful round breasts.
Mr. Smith was pumping furiously on his hardening cock. It was getting longer and longer in his hand.
"Now lick those sweet titties," Mr. Smith insisted. "Take those pretty tits in your mouth and suck on them hard."
Bambi obeyed.
Ann watched her pointed nipple disappear into Bambi's full, red lips. Her tongue was wet, so firm. Ann sighed and tossed her back. The overhead fan blew her red hair across her face.
Bambi was slow. Sensual. Slowly licking, bathing the fresh, pink nipple till it grew harder and harder in her mouth.
"Now the other one," Mr. Smith panted. "Make the other titty big and hard like that one. Take it in your mouth."
He stroked his long, thin cock. He spit on the head and worked the lubricate lower onto the entire lengthy shaft.
Bambi licked her way across the fleshy terrain of Ann's chest. Down one slope, into the sweet valley and then up the other slope, to the top. The soft, pink nipple.
Bambi pressed her lips against the nipple. She sucked in hard, then released it. Then she tongued it gently. Then she sucked it into her mouth again. Harder, this time. She released it and began licking again. Her tongue was very wet.
Ann's nipples swelled and hardened.
"Now it's the colored lady's turn," Mr. Smith demanded.
Bambi parted her lips from Ann's erect nipple. She sat up on the bed. She smiled at Ann.
The gesture made Ann feel a lot more comfortable. She reached over and slowly pulled down Bambi's tube top. Inch after inch of smooth, brown flesh came to view, swelling up rounder and larger. And then Ann could see the edge of Bambi's nipples. They were a beautiful color. Deep brownish rose.
Ann pulled the material gently, but the fabric seemed to get caught on the sharp edge of Bambi's pointed tits. Ann pulled harder on the tube top. Bambi's beautiful tits came bouncing out, springing up and down.
They're so firm, Ann noticed.
"Lick those dark titties," Mr. Smith insisted. "Don't just sit there admiring the pretty things. Eat them up. Suck on them."
Ann didn't need any guidance from Mr. Smith. She plunged her mouth over a pointed nipple. She sucked hungrily. Her tits tasted so good. The big nipples burned Ann's mouth as if they'd been dipped in whiskey. Ann savored the taste.
Bambi cupped her breast and held it up, squeezing it, forcing more of the lovely teat into Ann's wet mouth.
"That's it, baby," Mr. Smith muttered. "Feed those sweet, fucking titties to the little girl. Let pretty baby suckle those big titties.
She's so hungry. The little girl's so hungry for your big, beautiful tits.''
Ann sucked harder and harder at the teat. She chewed at the tip, gnawing gently. Occasionally she bit it harder. Bambi squirmed.
"Mommy's got another titty for you, baby girl," Mr. Smith grunted. "Try out Mommy's other titty. See if it tastes as good."
Ann released the nipple and savagely attacked the other breast. She devoured it with an open mouth.
Mr. Smith's prick was rock hard now. He slid his hand up and down the shaft, his balls slapping against his thighs. He began to moan.
"Your pussies!" he cried out. "I want to see your pussies!"
Without releasing contact, Bambi and Ann wriggled out of their skirts. They groped at each other's exposed twats. Ann sucked furiously at Bambi's firm dark nipple.
Mr. Smith kneeled at the side of the bed. He stroked at his long dick and panted like a dog. He rested his head on the bed and glared. He was transfixed by Ann's wide-open snatch.
"Spread those legs," Mr. Smith panted. "Let me see your split beavers. Let me look down your fuzzy hole."
Bambi rearranged herself on the bed so that Mr. Smith could get a good view of her snatch.
Ann gazed down at Bambi's slit. It was beautiful.
"What a pretty pink snatch!" Mr. Smith exclaimed. "Spread that pink crack. Let me take a look up your wet, pink box!"
Ann was just as fascinated with Bambi's cunt as Mr. Smith was. The pinkness of the membrane of her pussy was a shocking contrast to the creamy brown of her skin. It was stunning.
"Let me lick it," Ann whispered. "Let me lick her pretty cunt, sir. Please, sir."
Mr. Smith was jerking off as fast as he could.
"Do it, baby," he said. "Let me see you eat that pussy. Eat it all up. Show me what a good girl you are."
At last. Ann jumped at the opportunity. She literally dived between Bambi's legs. She pushed her whole mouth against the pink lips. She inhaled deeply.
The odor made her dizzy. It was so intense. So much stronger and sweeter than Susie Clark's twat.
She inhaled again. It was dark and powerful. Like the smell of musk, but stronger. More real earthy.
"Lick it. Lick that snatch."
Ann pushed out her wet tongue and slurped at the pink lips. Bambi squirmed, shoving her pussy into Ann's face. Ann sucked and chewed. She licked and gnawed and pumped her tongue in and out that musty slit.
Bambi began to moan and gyrate her hips.
Ann began to notice a difference in Bambi's twat. It was heaving and swelling. It reacted violently to every slurp she applied.
Bambi groaned and twisted, grinding her cunt into Ann's face.
"Lick that pussy."
Bambi groaned louder.
"Chew that clitty."
Ann chewed.
"Pinch those tits."
Ann reached up and pinched Bambi's firm, erect nipples.
"Lick those cunt lips."
Ann licked them as well as she could.
"Feed your cunt to that little girl."
Bambi pumped her hips up and down.
"Eat it, baby, eat it."
Mr. Smith was panting heavily. He climbed up on the bed and stood over the two women. He stroked his long cock faster and faster. His balls danced about wildly, rising and falling, slapping his thighs.
Bambi was moaning louder and louder. Her hips rose up and down with an accelerating temp that Ann matched with her greedy tongue.
"Lick ... lick ... lick ..."
Bambi arched her back and screamed.
"Yeah, baby ... yeah ..."
Ann worked furiously at her own clit while licking at Bambi's clit. Her cunt swelled up.
Bambi's whole body convulsed again.
She shrieked.
"... you pretty cunt ... lick it ..."
Bambi went into spasms.
"... yeah, baby ..."
Bambi screamed again. Loud and deep. The sound came from her chest. Her breasts bounced up and down. She screamed again. And again. And again.
"... oooooh, baby ..." And then Mr. Smith started groaning, almost as loudly as Bambi.
His body trembled and pulsated. He jerked at his big dick.
Ann pussy was starting to throb as she rubbed herself with her fingers. Suddenly she felt Mr. Smith's hot sperm splatter on her back.
Gob after gob of hot sticky cum.
"... oh, baby ... oooooooh ..."
Bambi screamed one last time. Her body began to relax. She was still trembling.
The room was quiet then, except for Ann.
Ann was moaning softly while played with her own pussy.
Bambi and Mr. Smith grabbed her and flopped her over onto her back. Mr. Smith dived into Ann's muff. Bambi attacked Ann's nipples with her wet tongue.
Bambi squirmed. She didn't like the idea of that man between her legs. But he was so good at eating her pussy that Ann didn't care once the incredible sensations overwhelmed her body.
Bambi sucked at one nipple while pinching the other with her fingertips. Her tongue darted across the nipple until they were both hard again, ready to explode.
Ann's body was getting pleasure from all directions, it seemed.
"Eat me," she whispered.
Mr. Smith's tongue was quite long. He probed her deeper than anyone else had. It felt so good. He flickered his tongue across her clit. The sensation was incredible.
Ann looked up at the ceiling fan, spinning above her head. She was so dizzy.
Her pussy was pulsating, her breasts rose and fell. She moaned. She could feel the blood coursing through her veins. The sheer pleasure. Her pussy throbbed.
She grabbed Mr. Smith's hair and pushed him closer to her cunt. She wanted that tongue as far as it could reach up her moist, aching snatch.
"Eat me ... eat me ..."
He bit down on her raw flesh.
"Lick my big tits ... suck them ..."
Bambi slurped at the hard nipples.
"... oh, yes ... yes ..."
Ann twisted and turned on the bed.
"... oh, yes ..."
She moaned.
"... oh, yes, Mommy ..."
She began panting.
"... yes, Mommy ..."
She was about to explode.
"... oooooh, yesssss ..."
She quivered and erupted.
"... OOOOOOOOOH ..."
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"... YESSSSSSSS ..."
She screamed again.
And again.
The pussy juice was spilling down over Mr. Smith's face.
Bambi was sucking on Ann's neck, then chewing on her ear lobes.
Ann moaned. She was shaking violently. Her heart was pounding. She opened her eyes. Bambi kissed her. Their tongues collided.
Ann never felt so warm and wonderful.
Her body seemed to melt into the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ann kissed the pink pussy affectionately. She stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the clit.
"Ease up, baby doll," Bambi said. "I need a fix now."
Ann sat up in the bed. Bambi stood up and walked across the apartment to the kitchen.
It was a small, dumpy studio apartment, but Ann liked it. And she loved living with Bambi.
She studied Bambi's beautiful naked body as she reached into the kitchen drawer and pulled out the belt, and the vial and spoon, and the hypodermic needle.
Bambi carried the objects back to the bed. She sat down next to Ann. Ann frowned.
She and Bambi were turning enough tricks to make a lot of money, but Bambi spent all the money to support her habit.
"What's it like?" she asked, caressing Bambi's thighs.
"It's heaven on earth, baby doll," Bambi answered. She held a match under the spoon of powder. Slowly the powder turned to liquid.
"You think I'd like it?" Ann asked, squeezing Bambi's tit.
"Want to try it?" Bambi said. She plunged the hypodermic needle into the liquid and pulled on the syringe.
Ann watched the hypo fill up.
She was scared. But Bambi always seemed so happy when she was high on the stuff. Ann wondered. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it just once, she thought.
"Okay," Ann said. "I'll try it."
Bambi looked up. She was shocked.
"Are you sure?"
Ann looked into her green eyes and nodded. Bambi shrugged. "Okay," she said. "Hold out your arm."
Ann held out her arm as Bambi wrapped the belt tightly around it. Then she pulled real hard. Ann closed her eyes. It hurt already. And then she felt a sharp stab in her arm. She could feel the burning hot liquid pulse into her vein.
Finally the pain stopped. Ann opened her eyes.
"I don't feel anything," she said.
Bambi laughed. "Just wait a minute," she said.
Bambi started preparing another fix. Ann gazed into Bambi's gaping cunt. It was so pink and clean and shiny. A dark secret cavern. With hair on top. Ann giggled.
"What's so funny?" Bambi asked. She tightened the belt around her own arm and gripped the end in her teeth. "Nothing," Ann giggled.
Bambi found a vein and inserted the needle.
Ann was hypnotized by Bambi's cunt. The lips were speaking to her, opening and closing like a real mouth.
"Kiss me," the pussy lips said. "Kiss me."
Bambi tossed the paraphernalia onto the dresser and loosened the belt from her arm. She sighed and looked at Ann. Ann was staring at her pussy.
"I want to kiss you," she whispered.
Ann fell down between Bambi's legs. She found herself face to face with the object of her desires. A wet. steamy cunt.
The pubic hairs were dark and curly. A forest. Steamy with sweat.
The pussy was a beautiful gash between her legs. A pink pair of lips jutted out. Long sleek and smooth. Flesh. Smooth woman flesh.
A big, wet, smelly pussy. Hungry for a tongue.
At the top of the lips, a small knot of flesh appeared. The clit. A pink mass of nerve endings. Quivering. Pulsing. Dripping juice.
Ann moved her face closer.
The pussy was so big. It was about to swallow her up. Ann wanted to be swallowed up by that big, beautiful cavern. So wet and warm inside.
Ann wanted to crawl up into it. Ann wanted to crawl inside her Mommy's pussy. Where it's warm and safe.
She moved closer. It was right in front of her nose. She could smell it. She could smell the pungent aroma. It was consuming her.
Ann extended her tongue from her mouth. Closer and closer it came, until it was touching the burning hot flesh. Ann quickly pulled her tongue away for fear it was a trap. She would be swallowed forever by the pink, furry beast before her eyes.
She studied it again. The sleek, intricate design. The mystery of its dark chambers. She wanted it. She wanted to be engulfed. Swallowed up. Eaten alive by the splendid organ.
Ann plunged into the wet cunt.
Bambi gasped. Ann was going wild on her pussy, licking and slurping as if her life depended on it. It felt as if Ann were trying to eat her way inside, to the very depths of her cunt, in the pit of her belly.
Bambi spread her legs wider.
Her pussy lips cupped Ann's face. Ann licked, up and down. She devoured every inch her tongue could reach inside that throbbing quim.
The pussy lips felt like flames lapping the side of Ann's face. She was burning up. Consumed by the fiery hunger of Bambi's cunt.
"Eat me, baby," Bambi moaned.
It was Ann's mother's voice. Ann was sure of it.
... yes, Mommy, she thought, I'll lick your pussy ... I'll eat it up like a good little girl ...
Ann chewed savagely on Bambi's cunt. Bambi squealed with pain.
... I'll eat you, Mommy ... yes, Mommy ...
She gnawed on the lips. Bambi pulled her hips away from Ann's face. Ann plunged in n again.
... let me eat you, Mommy ... let me eat your big, juicy cunt ... your sweet, sticky muff ...
She bit down on the clitoris. Bambi screamed.
... my very own pussy ... wet, horny pussy ...
Ann devoured it.
... Mommy's big cunt ...
Ann was biting even harder.
... deep, dripping slit ...
And harder.
... pussy cunt ...
And Harder.
... twat ...
Bambi grabbed Ann by the hair and roughly pulled her away. She slammed her against the bed post. Ann was stunned.
Taking the belt on the night stand, Bambi tightened it around Ann's neck. She fastened Ann's head to the bed post.
Ann opened her eyes. Everything was foggy. She couldn't move her head.
"You trying to bite off my pussy?" Bambi asked.
"I just want to eat it all up," Ann muttered.
Bambi laughed. "Well, baby," she said. "You almost did. But I don't want you to eat it all up. I have plans for this pussy."
Ann gazed up at the beautiful dark woman.
"Feed me," Ann whimpered.
"Okay, baby doll," Bambi said. "But I'm in control. You hear?"
Ann nodded as best she could with the restraint of the belt around her neck.
Bambi straddled Ann's torso. She grasped Ann's left tit and squeezed it hard till it jutted up high. She lowered her gaping cunt over the pointed nipple. Ann's nipple was instantly hard.
Bambi used the erect teat to tickle her clitoris. She rubbed Ann's tit up and down her moist snatch.
Ann was breathing heavily. She looked down at the tip of her breast sliding in and out of Bambi's pussy. Like a big, fat cock.
Ann closed her eyes and remembered Dad's big, fat cock. It was purple and fat. And was moving in and out of Mommy's wet lips. .
Then Ann remembered Miss Boone's big, fat cock. How good it felt stuffed up into her tight box. Moving in and out. Massaging the inner depths of her pussy, where even her fingers cannot reach.
Ann opened her eyes.
The pink tip of her nipple was sliding in and out of Bambi's pink pussy lips. Ann's nipple was on fire. She could feel the humidity of Bambi's groin. She could feel the heat.
Bambi released Ann's tit. She straddled up closer to Ann's face. Her pussy was hovering inches above Ann's nose.
Ann forced her tongue out of her mouth. She strained, but she couldn't touch it. She stared up into it.
It was there, above her. Spread open wide. So deep and dark.
"Let me lick you," Ann begged.
Bambi lowered it slowly. She tickled Ann's nose with her pubic hair, then quickly pulled it away.
"Please," Ann begged. "Please, let me lick that cunt."
She tried to lift her head, but only strained her neck on the belt. Her arms were clamped to her side by Bambi's knees. She was helpless.
Bambi lowered her pussy once again. Ann pushed out her tongue. It grazed the pink clit. Then Bambi pulled away again.
"Please!" Ann pleaded. "Please let me suck on your hole. I won't bite you. I promise."
Bambi laughed. Then she plopped herself down, heavily on Ann's face.
Ann thought she was going to smother, but she didn't care. The gorgeous twat was in her mouth. Her face was squashed into the wonderful pubic bush.
Bambi began grinding her hips, plowing her mound into Ann's face. Rubbing it back and forth. Squeezing the girl's head between her strong thighs.
Ann was delirious. She was enveloped in pussy. Crushed by cunt.
She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. She didn't want to breathe. She just wanted to eat that twat.
She opened her eyes to find that she was squashed against pubic hair. Ann thought it was a lovely sight.
She kept her mouth open wide, her tongue sticking, while Bambi ground her pussy up and down.
Heavier and harder. Deeper and deeper.
Bambi was grunting and sweating. She couldn't stop fucking the young girl's face. It was such a beautiful face to fuck.
Ann began gasping for air. But when she tried to inhale, all she got was a mouthful of pussy flesh.
She was growing fainter, but Bambi kept up the cruel rhythm of her thrusts.
Swallow me up, Ann thought. I'm being eaten alive by pussy. Hot, juicy cunt.
Bambi was groaning now. Her savage thrusts were reaching a high-pitched frenzy. She couldn't stop herself.
Bambi could feel the young girl growing weaker and weaker beneath her groin, but she couldn't stop herself. Her pussy was throbbing now with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.
Grinding and pounding. Hot and wet. Pulsing.
Ann was convinced that her entire head was engulfed, embedded deep in the pussy. She could feel the canal walls of the twat sliding against her face, the back of her neck, around her shoulders.
I'm inside a pussy, Ann thought to herself. I'm actually sliding into a dark, wet cunt. It's so hot. So incredible. I'm inside all the way. I've completely disappeared. I'm part of this cunt. I can feel myself swelling and throbbing. I can feel the juice oozing around me. I'm about to explode. I'm cumming. I'm cumming ... I'm ... oooh, yes ...
"... OOOOOOOOOH ... BABY DOLL ... OOOOOOOOH ..."
Bambi was screaming out loud. Her pussy was throbbing, overwhelmed by orgasmic spasms. She screamed again. And again. And again.
Her body was still tingling when she pulled herself off Ann's face.
Ann had passed out.
"Baby doll, are you alright?" Bambi cried, loosening the belt around the young girl's throat. "Ann? Ann?"
Bambi glanced down at Ann's breasts. They were rising and falling.
"Thank God, you're still breathing!"
Bambi cradled Ann's head in her arms. She gently kissed her face.
Every inch of it. She kissed Ann's lovely eyelids. Her delicate nose. Her wet lips.
Bambi could taste her own pussy juice on the girls mouth.
Ann blinked her eyes. She looked up at Bambi. She took Bambi's nipple into her mouth and suckled on it.
Bambi began rocking her like an infant. Ann felt very content and warm.
She sucked the nipple delicately and stared up at Bambi.
Ann released the nipple and spoke.
"Can we do that again?" she whispered.
CHAPTER SIX
Ann climbed the stairs of the Purple Parrot Hotel. They creaked beneath her feet. When she got to the top of the stairs she began running desperately down the hallway. She stopped at room 4 A. She hesitated, then knocked.
Rooster opened the door. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Just jeans. He yawned and scratched his armpit.
"What do you want, Ann?" he said.
"I need a fix," she answered.
Rooster studied Ann's face. Pale. Veins popping out beneath the thin skin. Dark circles under her eyes.
Your typical junky, Rooster thought.
"Come on in," he said, pushing the door open.
Ann stepped into the dark, dirty hotel room. Rooster closed the door behind him.
"There's just one thing," Ann said.
"What?" Rooster asked. He knew what was coming. He'd seen it so many times before. He stroked the dark fur on his heavy pecs.
Ann hesitated. "I don't have the bread," she whispered.
Rooster ran his fingers through his thick curly hair, sliding it down over his face and beard.
"That's your problem," he said. "I'm a businessman. No dough, no go."
Ann fell to her knees.
"Please, Rooster," she pleaded. "I'm desperate. I think I'm freaking out. Help me out. Just this once. Please."
"Sorry, girlie," Rooster said. "I don't give free hand-outs."
Ann rested her hand on Rooster's muscled forearm.
"Please, Rooster," she begged. "I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything."
Rooster studied Ann's face. His eyes drifted to her large breasts, stretching out the tight T-shirt.
Pretty little thing, he thought. For a junky.
"Anything?" he asked.
Ann shook her head up and down.
"I'll let you know now," he said. "I'm a pretty demanding guy. I'm too much for most girls, if you know what I mean."
Ann tightened her grip on Rooster's arm.
"Please," she whispered.
Rooster laid back on the bed. He rubbed his belly.
"Okay, baby," he said. "Hop up on this here bed. I think we'll start off with a massage."
Ann jumped. She was desperate. She looked down at the hairy, muscular man. She had never felt a man's body before. It looked so strange. So hard.
"Come on, girlie," Rooster urged. "Feel my pretty muscles."
Slowly Ann reached out her hand. She placed it on his chest. It was so hairy and strange. She began to rub it. She applied her other hand to the other pectoral muscle.
Ann was amazed how thick and hard his chest felt. She could feel the powerful muscle beneath the rough skin.
She worked her hands slowly up to his shoulders. They were so broad and strong. She could feel the muscles in strands give way to her kneading fingers.
She rubbed his arms. The powerful biceps. The thick forearms. All covered with coarse, black hair.
"That's it, girlie," Rooster moaned. "Rub me all over."
Ann returned to his chest. She massaged with all of her body weight behind her. She slid her hands over his nipples. They seemed to harden at her touch.
Ann was amazed. She didn't know that men's nipples could get hard.
They were smaller than a woman's, but kind of pretty in their own way, despite the curly dark hair that surrounded them.
Ann pinched a nipple between her fingers. Rooster groaned.
Ann was also surprised to see how sensitive his nipples seemed to be.
She moved her hands down to his rippling stomach. It was firm and flat. The muscles pushed up into little ridges under the skin. The dark hairs thinned out on his belly, forming a thin line that disappeared into his pants.
Ann ran her finger down the line of hair.
"Don't stop there, girlie," Rooster said. "That hair leads to nice, big bush. But be careful. There's a big monster hiding under the bush. He might scare you."
Rooster tilted his head back and laughed.
Ann looked down at his crotch. The bulge truly was frightening. Something thick and tubular extended halfway down his thigh.
Good God, Ann thought. I might as well get this over with.
She began unbuttoning his fly.
He a very thick bush of curly, dark pubic hair. Ann tugged at the pants, pulling them slowly down his body.
She saw the start of some big, fleshy object, rooted under the pubic bush. She pulled his pants, down along his legs.
Inch by inch, it was revealed to her. A huge cylinder of flesh. Thick and meaty, like a salami. Ann tugged the pants further.
The damn tiling didn't seem to end!
Finally the meaty dickhead popped out his pants. Rooster's huge schlong hung there, draped over is huge, bullish balls.
Ann was shocked. She wanted to run away. Then she thought about the heroin. The fix that she so badly needed. If she didn't get it, she didn't know what she'd do.
"There it is, girlie," Rooster boasted. "Why don't you introduce yourself to him?"
Ann looked down at the big, hairy cock. She didn't know what to do with it.
"At least shake hands with it, girl," Rooster insisted.
Ann took a deep breath. Then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the huge cylinder of meat.
Ann had been eaten out by men during her tricks with Bambi, but she never had to touch one of the men.
It felt so heavy and thick. So much fleshier, meatier than Miss Boone's rubber dildo.
Ann wrapped her fingers around the immense cock. She could barely reach around it. And it wasn't even hard yet!
"That's it, girlie," Rooster crooned. " Stroke that thing. Pump it up. Make it big and hard. It needs to get nice and stiff, so I can ram it into your pretty little cunt."
Ann began to pump it. She remembered how Daddy how stroked his fat cock, moving his fist up and down the fat shaft.
It began thickening in her hand. Swelling up, bigger and bigger.
"Suck on it baby," Rooster moaned. "Take it in your mouth. I want to see those pretty lips of yours running up and down my big dick."
Ann looked at the thing. She couldn't imagine putting it into her mouth. She couldn't understand how Mommy had done it to Daddy that night. How could she? It was so strange and ugly.
Ann leaned forward. Rooster's prick looked even bigger from close up. She held the massive head up to her lips. She tried to imagine it was a pussy. She closed her eyes.
The fat dick head pressed into her lips and filled her mouth. Ann didn't know how she was going to force any more of it in there. Already her mouth felt stuffed.
She slid more of the huge dong into her mouth. It pressed against her tonsils. Ann started to gag.
Rooster moaned. He thrust his hips up into the air, forcing more of his cock deeper into her mouth.
The fat head pushed pass her tonsils and lodged deep into her throat.
I'm going to be sick, Ann thought. I can't go through with this.
Ann's body began to shake. She needed a fix real bad.
The room was spinning around in her head. The walls were beginning to melt. Her body craved the comfort of the hypodermic needle.
Ann had to go through with this. She had to suck the immense cock, embedded in her throat.
Rooster's cock was stiffening. It was almost completely hard.
"Suck on it, girlie," he moaned.
Ann ran her tongue around the thick shaft, up and down the pulsating meat.
She grasped the base of the cock in her hands. She wrapped both fists around it. There was still plenty of cock left over to cram deep into her mouth.
Ann lifted her head and stared at the rock hard prick.
It was almost as big as Miss Boone's rubber dildo.
Ann gasped. She thought about that day. About the wonderful sensations of that huge phallus sliding in and out of her wet cunt.
"What do you think?" Rooster asked, noticing Ann's fascination with the solid cock in her hands. "Think you can take it up your snatch?"
Ann looked up at Rooster's ruddy face. "I can take the whole thing," she boasted proudly.
"We'll see about that," Rooster smirked.
Ann plunged her mouth over the fat head again. She sucked away hungrily. She imagined it was a huge swollen clit.
"That's it, girlie."
She pressed her tongue to the thick base and licked her way to the top.
"Suck it, girlie."
She took the head into her mouth, letting it rest on her wet tongue.
"Suck my big cock."
Ann gobbled and devoured. The huge prick stretched her cheeks. "Eat it, girlie."
Ann forced the cock, halfway into her mouth.
"... oooh, girlie ..."
She felt it throb against the sides of her throat.
"... ooooooh ..."
Ann moved her head up and down over the stiff schlong.
"... ooooo, yeah ..."
The mighty shaft disappeared inch by inch into Ann's mouth.
"... sweet cock-sucking girlie ..."
Ann's lips drew closer and closer to the base of the cock.
"... ooooooh ..."
With one thrust, she forced the entire cock, to the hilt, into her hot, wet mouth.
"... OOOOOOOH, GIRLIE ..."
Rooster was shaking and moaning loudly. He pumped his huge dork in and out of the young girl's hot lips. His balls were bouncing up and down. He could feel his hot seed churning in his nuts, ready to burst out.
He grabbed Ann's hair.
"Wait a minute, girlie," he said.
Ann looked up at Rooster.
"I want to save my seed for your hot pussy," he said.
He pulled her onto the bed, roughly tearing off her clothes.
Ann struggled against his sudden violent passion.
The buttons popped off of her blouse as her tore it open. He plunged his mouth over a nipple, pinching the other with his fingers.
Ann groaned. Rooster's rough beard was scratching her breast.
With his other hand, Rooster tugged at Ann's jeans. He pulled down the zipper and plunged his hand into her crotch.
Ann wiggled. His hands were so big and rough. He tore at her tender flesh.
Her jeans were pulled off. Rooster dived into Ann's waiting muff.
Ann squealed with pleasure. Rooster's beard scratched against Ann's tender pussy lips. Ann felt a strange blend of pain and pleasure as his rough face ground against her smooth skin.
"Eat me, Rooster," Ann moaned. "Rub that face into my pussy!"
Rooster's tongue darted in and out of the pink folds of flesh. He lapped up that hot juice that was beginning to build up in her snatch.
"Lick that pussy!"
Rooster ground his rough face deeper and deeper into Ann's luscious cunt. He gnawed on her flesh.
Ann's pussy was throbbing and wet. Ann closed her eyes and remembered the sensations of the dildo.
My cunt is so wet, she thought. It's wet enough to take that big dork of his.
"Fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me with your cock. Stick it in me! I want to feel it deep in my cunt."
Rooster lifted his head and crawled up on top of Ann. He poised his schlong at her trembling beaver.
"Do it!" Ann screamed. "Shove that big piece of meat in me!"
Rooster considered this.
"All the way up my snatch!"
Rooster positioned himself. Then with one powerful movement, he rammed it in. To the hilt.
Ann clutched the sides of the bed. Her pussy was suddenly assaulted by his huge, pulsing organ. Filled up.
"... ooooh, yeah ... that's it," she moaned. "Pump it in and out!"
Rooster slid it out, all the way to the head, and then shoved it in deep with one powerful thrust.
Ann screamed. She arched her back. She was completely filled, her whole body trembling from his mighty thrusts.
Rooster pumped his cock in and out. He rotated his hips, so that his gigantic dick slammed against the walls of her pussy, stretching her cunt.
Ann screamed again.
Rooster pumped faster and faster. Ann began moving her hips to match the steadily increasing rhythm of Rooster's thrusts.
"Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock!"
Sweat streamed down Ann's face. She reached around Rooster's broad back, clutching him tightly. She dug her fingernail's into his sweaty skin. She reached down further, feeling the muscles of his rounded ass, rising and falling as he thrust in and out of her cunt.
Rooster was grunting, moving faster faster.
Ann squeezed his ass cheeks. Her whole body was pulsating. She could feel Rooster trembling under her fingers.
Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, like two well-oiled machines.
"Fuck me, baby!" Ann cried out.
She slid her finger down the crack of Rooster's ass. It was wet and steamy. She found his asshole with her fingertip. She plunged her finger deep up his ass.
Rooster let out a loud groan. He began fucking her more savagely, brutally assaulting her raw pussy flesh.
"Oh, yeah, little girlie," he moaned. "What a great little cunt you have."
"Fuck it," Ann cried. "Fuck that cunt."
Ann was filled to the brim. Her pussy was aching, but it felt so good. Rooster's cock rammed against every hidden inch of her wet box.
Rooster's balls slapped heavily against the crack of Ann's ass.
"... ooooh, girlie ..."
"... fuck me ..."
In and out, faster and faster.
"... pretty, little cunt ..."
"... fuck me with your big, fat cock ..."
Ann was shaking. Their bodies were dripping with sweat.
"... ooooh ... hot pussy ..."
"... stick it in ... deeper ..."
Their hot flesh slid together.
"... cunt ..."
"... fuck me ..."
Blood rushed through them. Rooster's huge dong slammed away at Ann's soaking snatch. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.
"... ooooooh ..."
"... ooooooh ..."
Ann's body convulsed. She was on fire. Erupting, exploding.
Rooster's huge balls tightened up in their heavy sack. His mighty cock throbbed.
They exploded at once, their burning flesh slamming against burning flesh.
"... OOOOOOH, YOU BEAUTIFUL FUCKING CUNT ..."
"... OOOOOOH ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ME ..."
They screamed, again and again, the hot sensations pulsing through their bodies, coursing through their veins.
Violent spasms surged through Ann's cunt. Again and again. They didn't seem to stop.
Rooster groaned as his hot sperm spilled out, bathing his hard cock, sliding down the solid shaft.
Their screams settled into moans. Their hearts were pounding in their heads. They were dripping with sweat. Their bodies ached and throbbed.
Rooster's cock began to soften inside Ann's wet cunt.
Ann could feel it, growing smaller and smaller. Her pussy lips hugged it firmly. Waves of energy were still pulsing through her groin.
Rooster slipped out of Ann's cunt. He flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Real nice, girlie," he whispered.
He stroked Ann's breasts.
"You like that, girlie?" Rooster asked.
Ann didn't want to admit it, but she loved it.
It's too bad that beautiful cock has to be connected to a man, she thought.
"Yes, I liked it," Ann said.
She reached down and stroked Rooster's soft cock. Even flaccid, it was still enormous.
Ann's hand was trembling as she caressed the big dong.
I need that fix, she thought.
Ann propped herself up in the bed. Rooster stood up and walked to the dresser.
Ann thought that he was going to get the stuff for her.
Instead he reached for a pack of cigarettes. He took one out and lit it.
Ann was shaking. She looked down at the track marks on her arm. Her veins were calling out to her, begging her, pleading.
"Can I have my fix now?" Ann asked in a whisper.
Rooster leaned in the window sill. "I told you, girlie," he said. "I don't give free hand-outs."
Ann could feel the blood rush to her head. Everything started spinning.
"What?" she cried out.
"I don't have the stuff right now," he shrugged. "I won't get a new shipment till Thursday."
"But you said ..."
"What's the big deal, girlie," he said, exhaling cigarette smoke. "You had a good time, didn't you?'
Everything started to whirl in Ann's head. Rooster was drifting farther and farther away. The window became a pinpoint of light.
Ann screamed at the top of her lungs. She rushed toward Rooster. Her arms were stretched in front of her.
"I NEED MY FIX!" she screamed.
She hurled her body toward him, her fingers grabbing for his neck. She pushed against his scratchy beard. She pushed with all her might. She screamed.
Rooster went tumbling backwards. The window shattered against his back. He fell out, screaming.
Ann was shattered with pieces of broken glass. They stung her skin. She imagined them to be a million hypodermic needles, piercing her flesh.
She began screaming hysterically.
She didn't know where she was. Or who she was. Shapes and colors whirled around her. None of it made any sense.
Ann went running from the room, tumbling down the stairs, staggering out to the street.
She saw Rooster's naked body, lying in a pool of blood on the sidewalk. It didn't make any sense to her.
She turned and ran down the street, pushing people out of the way.
"Fuck me!" she said wildly, "Fuck me with your needle prick!"
The police found her twenty minutes later.
She was naked. In a phone booth. She rubbed the receiver back and forth over her gaping pussy.
She was ranting. Mumbling again and again:
"... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..."
* * *
Ann opened her eyes. She was bound up, her hands crossed over her chest. She was wearing a straight jacket and was strapped to an iron chair that was bolted to the floor.
Four other women were in the room.
One woman, not in a straight jacket, was crawling across the floor, her hands at her sides. She wriggled like a snake and hissed. Her long tongue darted in and out of her mouth.
Another woman was kneeling in a corner, her hands folded in front of her. She stared up at the ceiling, her long blonde hair trailed down her back to the floor.
"Yes, I hear you," she said to the ceiling. "Yes, Jesus. I promise never to touch my pussy again. I promise."
A beautiful black woman sat in the chair opposite Ann. She too was in a straight jacket and was strapped to the chair.
She looked very calm and elegant. She stared at Ann.
"I want to squeeze your titties," she said to Ann. "I want to squeeze them till they pop off into my hands. Then I want to eat them."
An attractive young girl was against the wall, trying to climb it. Her hands groped desperately at the flat, white wall. She screamed and screamed and wouldn't stop.
Ann looked around. She smelled the stench rising up around her. She looked down to see that she was naked. Her legs were sticky with urine.
"Where am I?" Ann screamed. "Where am I?"
"You're in the loony bin, bitch," the black woman answered.
Ann realized it was true.
"Help!" she screamed. "Somebody help me!"
The snake woman slithered over to Ann's chair. She hissed at her and lifted her head onto Ann's lap.
Ann screamed.
The hissing snake woman moved her head toward Ann's crotch. Her tongue found Ann's hole and began darting in and out of Ann's slit.
Ann screamed again.
"Relax and enjoy it, honey," the black woman said.
The snake woman licked and slurped Ann's pussy.
Ann couldn't help herself. She opened her legs wider.
The snake woman slithered in deeper into Ann's moist snatch.
Ann moaned. She was frightened but she couldn't deny the wonderful sensations swelling in her cunt. The snake woman had a truly amazing tongue.
The black woman, too, was naked. She spread her legs wide apart, revealing her big, pink pussy. She licked her lips and rolled her head around and around.
Ann started trembling.
I've got to get out of here, she thought.
"Somebody help me!" she screamed. "Help me!"
Ann screamed again and again.
The snake woman licked away at her pussy. She was deaf to Ann's screams for help.
Finally the big iron door opened.
Two nurses walked in, wearing white uniforms and caps.
The first nurse was a large, shapely German woman. Her hair was bleached blonde and her cheeks and lips were painted bright red.
She walked up to Ann and slapped her sharply across the face.
"Shut up!" the blonde nurse barked at Ann.
The second nurse was a petite, dark-haired woman, with big, round glasses. Her hair was tied up into a bun on the back of her head. She stared down at the snake woman, licking at Ann's cunt. She smiled.
"Where am I?" Ann demanded.
"You're in the Bayou Vista Psychiatric Clinic, sweetie," the blonde nurse growled. "I'm the head nurse around here. Nurse Crumley. And if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut and not cause any trouble."
"But I'm not crazy," Ann cried.
"Dr. Baxter will be the judge of that," Nurse Crumley growled.
Ann sighed and squirmed in her seat.
"Could you get this freak out of my cunt?" Ann asked.
Nurse Crumley glared down at the snake woman, tonguing Ann's wet pussy.
"If that bothers you," Nurse Crumley responded, "you're going to have a rough time around here, sweetie. Learn to like it."
She turned and walked out of the room.
The dark-haired leaned forward and studied Ann's gaping cunt. She looked up into Ann's eyes and smiled.
"I'm Nurse Fetter," she tittered. "I'm looking forward to working with you. Making you all better. Just ask if you need any help with anything."
Nurse Fetter gazed down at Ann's twat again. She smiled and waved good-bye.
Hours later, the nurses returned to take the patients to the bathroom.
They unloosened the straps around Ann's legs. Ann could barely stand up.
Nurse Fetter lifted Ann and carried her to the bathroom.
It was foul-smelling, dark, little room. The floor was wet. Water dripped from the ceiling.
Nurse Crumley and Nurse Fetter pushed Ann onto the dirty, seatless toilet. They pulled a strap across her lap, fastening her against the cold porcelain.
Ann wanted to puke.
Nurse Fetter leaned forward, peering between Ann's legs.
"Come on," she coaxed. "Nurse Crumley want to see a nice healthy stream of hot piss gushing from that pretty pussy of yours."
"You're both sick monsters!" Ann shouted.
Nurse Crumley belted Ann across the face. The sharp, metal rings on her fingers stung Ann's face. She could feel a trickle of blood drip from a deep scratch.
"I think we got us a troublemaker," Nurse Crumley said. "She'll have to be disciplined."
Nurse Fetter grinned and nodded firmly in agreement.
"Come on now, Ann" she crooned. "Let's see a little piss."
She reached her hand between Ann's legs and tickled her pussy.
"Come on, Ann."
Ann released a great gush of hot, yellow urine. It spilled over Nurse Fetter's hand. Nurse Fetter grinned.
"Ann's going to be a good, little girl," she said.
"But she's been very, very bad," Nurse Crumley growled. "She needs to be punished. Take her to cell number nine when you're through."
Nurse Crumley turned and walked from the bathroom.
Nurse Fetter smiled at Ann.
"You're going to like it here, Ann," she said.
The nurse lifted her wet hand from inside the toilet and raised it to Ann's face. She caressed Ann's cheeks, smearing the piss across the girl's face. She plunged her wet, sticky lingers into Ann's mouth.
Ann bit down hard on the fingers.
Nurse Fetter screamed. She slapped Ann's face. Again and again. Harder and harder.
She unstrapped Ann from the toilet seat and pulled her to her feet. She slammed Ann against the wall.
"Come on!" she yelled. "Move your ass! You could use a little treatment in cell number nine!"
Nurse Fetter pushed Ann down the corridor.
Ann was dizzy. Her arms were aching from the confinement of the straight jacket. She was too tired and confused to fight any more. She headed for the door labeled with a number nine.
The door opened.
Ann peered in. The sight made her back away.
"No!"
"Yes!" Nurse Fetter shouted, shoving the girl into the room.
Ann collapsed onto the floor. Her head knocked against the concrete. She blacked out.
When she woke up, Ann noticed that the straight jacket was gone. She was naked and shackled to the floor. Steel bands were around her wrists and ankles. Her hands were above her head and legs were spread wide apart.
She looked over at the walls, covered with strange paraphernalia. Leather whips. Metal clamps and chain. Huge studded dildoes. A big metal machine with a conglomeration of wires and plugs sat in the corner.
Ann shuddered.
The door opened and the two nurses entered.
Straps of studded leather criss-crossed their naked torsos. They wore leather straps around their arms and black gloves and heavy leather boots. Their hair hung down over their shoulders.
Nurse Crumley's breasts were immense. They hung down low and heavy and were topped with thick red nipples that matched the red of her rouge and lipstick. She scowled and fingered her thick cunt lips.
Nurse Fetter's tits were small and angular. A long black dildo was sticking out of her twat.
"You naughty, naughty girl," Nurse Crumley scowled. "We've got to teach you how to behave."
Nurse Fetter walked to the big machine. She wheeled it over to Ann. Nurse Crumley walked over to the wall. She studied the torture devices and selected a pair of clamps with wires and the biggest dildo on the wall.
Ann cringed when she saw the dildo. It was at least a foot and half long, shiny black and covered with tiny chrome studs.
Ann wanted to scream out for help. To yell. To resist.
But she knew it would only make them madder.
"Apply the clamps, Nurse Fetter," the blonde woman commanded.
Nurse Fetter licked her lips and pressed a clamp to Ann's left nipple.
The steel teeth clamped down hard on Ann's tender, pink flesh. Ann winced.
Then the nurse clamped the other nipple. Ann's tits were throbbing.
"Plug them into the machine," Nurse Crumley ordered.
Nurse Fetter plugged the ends of the wires into the steel machine.
"What are you going to do?" Ann stuttered like a frightened child.
Nurse Crumley laughed deeply.
"Just a little shock therapy," she answered.
Nurse Fetter reached down between Ann's legs. She fingered Ann's pussy lips, spreading them wide, rubbing up and down. She tickled the clit and kneaded the soft flesh.
Ann's pussy started to juice up.
Nurse Crumley handed the giant black dildo to Nurse Fetter.
Nurse Fetter placed it at Ann's pussy lips. She closed her eyes as the nurse pushed it in.
The steel tips scraped the inside of her vagina. Ann whimpered.
It pushed in, deeper and deeper. Only five inches the huge dildo were left sticking out of Ann's cunt.
"You've got a deep cunt, sweetie," Nurse Crumley observed. "That's good. A lot more nerve endings. You'll really feel this."
Nurse Fetter plugged a heavy cord into the end of the dildo. The blonde nurse walked over to the control panel of the machine. She glared down at the captive girl and grinned.
Ann closed her eyes tightly. She braced herself for the expected pain of the electrical shock.
She tried to think of other things.
Like Mom's pussy.
Pink and wet. Swelling and throbbing.
Mom's beautiful pussy.
Mommy's sweet, juicy cunt.
And then it started.
A sharp electrical jolt surged through her body.
Ann's nipples were burning up. On fire. She could feel the flesh melting.
Her cunt was vibrating. Piercing rays of energy jolting through the wet chamber of her pussy. Her twat was throbbing. As if she were experiencing an orgasm that wouldn't stop.
Ann bit her lip. She concentrated with all her might.
She thought about Bambi.
Where's Bambi?
Her sweet, graceful tits. Her smooth brown skin. Her pussy. So pink and hot.
Ann's entire body was tingling. Spasms shook her groin. She could feel the pussy juice gushing out of her cunt.
Ann twisted and turned. She screamed out loud.
It was like a nonstop orgasm. Without release. The pleasure was painful because there was no end to it.
Her nipples were solid. They vibrated as if being massaged by a thousand tiny fingers.
The electricity surged through her cunt, creating the illusion of movement in and out of her steaming pussy. The lining of the inner chambers was on fire. Burning.
Ann bit her lip harder. She was starting to bleed.
She thought of Rooster's big dong, sliding in and out of her snatch, poking and stretching its way deeper and deeper.
"... fuck me ...," Ann whispered.
The gleeful nurses stared at each other.
"... fuck me ...," Ann moaned again.
The nurses couldn't believe it. Most of the girls had passed out at this point. Or at least begged for mercy. This girl seemed to actually enjoy it.
Nurse Crumley raised the voltage.
Ann's body quivered violently. Her pelvis ground into the floor. She rocked back forth moaning.
"... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..."
Nurse Crumley turned the voltage on maximum power.
The girl's body spasms.
She shrieked out loud, rolling her head.
"... fuck me ... fuck me ..."
Ann's tongue was sticking up in the air, rolling around, searching.
Nurse Fetter rushed over to the girl and straddled her head. She squatted down, lowering her cunt over the girl's wet, frantic tongue.
A pussy! Ann thought. At last! A sweet pussy to lick and suck!
She tongued the nurse's swollen clit.
Nurse Fetter groaned. She rotated her pussy around and around the girl's tongue. She squeezed her own tits till they were red.
"... ooooh ..."
Nurse Fetter was screaming and moaning. She twisted her body over the girl's eager mouth.
Ann was trembling. Shock waves spurted through her.
Pussy! Ann thought. Everywhere. Everything. Pussy.
Nurse Fetter was grunting. Her tits were raw. She pinched them harder.
Ann licked the cunt.
She didn't care whose it was. It was a cunt. A gorgeous, juicy cunt.
The dark-haired nurse moaned.
Nurse Crumley watched the scene in front of her. The young girl was vibrating violently. She was loving it!
And Nurse Fetter was having an awful lot of fun too.
Nurse Crumley turned off the machine. The electricity surged out of Ann's body.
She went limp.
"Enough!" Nurse Crumley said. "That will be quite enough, Nurse Fetter!"
The young nurse opened her eyes. She stopped moaning.
"Obviously this girl does not react well to this kind of therapy," Nurse Crumley said sternly. "Take her to the Violent Ward!"
The big, blonde nurse turned and walked from the room.
Nurse Fetter watched her go. Then she lowered her pussy onto Ann's face again.
Ann turned her head. She was drained. Too drained to eat the nurse's wet pussy.
"Come on, Ann," Nurse Fetter coaxed. "Eat me out. Eat me out or you'll be very sorry."
Ann shuddered. She couldn't take any more pain. She just couldn't.
She looked up at the shiny, pink pussy hovering inches above her nose.
She had to admit that it was a beautiful sight.
The pink lips. The tufts of dark hair.
Ann extended her tongue and watched as the lovely pussy lowered over her awaiting mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Won't you eat my pussy? Won't you please eat my pussy?"
The beautiful, black woman thrust her cunt in Ann's face. Ann shoved her away.
Ann had learned that the woman's name was Wanda and that she had an uncontrollable sexual appetite. She often bullied the other women into performing sexual favors for her.
The nurses didn't care. They never tried to stop the horrible events that took place in the Violent Ward.
And the orderlies were even worse. They were men. They liked to stand there and watch.
Especially Lenny. Lenny was a huge, half-retarded hulk with a constant hard-on.
"Let me suck your cunt," Wanda insisted, groping at Ann's thighs.
Ann kicked her in the face, sending her sprawling into a corner.
Ann staggered over to the small window in the wall. She clutched the iron bars and looked out over the bayou.
The swamp was buzzing with insects and screeching birds. They were driving Ann out of her mind.
She looked out at the sunset. She wondered where Bambi was. She wondered why Bambi wasn't trying to get her out of this sick place.
The nurses and orderlies were sicker than the patients.
If only I could see this Dr. Baxter that everyone talks about, Ann thought. Maybe I could convince her that I'm not crazy.
But to the casual observer, Ann was crazy. Her withdrawal symptoms from the heroin were interpreted as signs of mental disorder.
The snake woman crawled over to Ann's feet. She looked up at Ann and hissed.
"Get away," Ann mumbled.
The woman hissed. Her eyes were pleading with Ann.
"Oh, alright," Ann whined.
She sat on the floor and spread her legs. The snake woman crawled into her crotch. She was hissing like mad. She was quite thrilled.
Ann leaned back against the wall. The snake woman tongue darted into her slit.
Ann looked around the room at the mass of naked women.
Screaming. Crying. Talking to themselves. Fighting. Masturbating imaginary penises.
They were a pack of wild animals.
And Ann had to admit that she was one of them. There was no other way to survive in this hellhole.
The snake woman's tongue swished back and forth over Ann's clit. Ann rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She imagined it was Bambi licking her out. Chewing the fleshy folds of her pussy. Nuzzling the moist pubic hairs.
Her pussy tingled. A comforting, warm feeling.
It was her only escape. The only escape from the sick surroundings of the filthy asylum.
Ann began to moan gently.
"Why don't you let me eat your pussy?"
Ann opened her eyes. It was Wanda, standing over her, slowly fingering her big cunt lips.
"You bite," Ann answered.
"I want to swallow you," Wanda said. She slid her entire hand up her twat. She moved it in and out, then removed it. She brought her hand to her lips and licked off the juice as if it were a big lollipop.
"Don't you like my big titties?" Wanda asked. She squeezed a big brown breast.
Ann had to admit that they were beautiful breasts.
But she couldn't trust Wanda. She was a dangerous woman. Calm and serene one minute, she could erupt into a violent cannibal the next.
Wanda was stroking her pussy up and down The lips were so big and thick. Ann imagined that Wanda could stuff a whole battleship up that cavernous gash.
The snake woman's tongue was moving faster and faster now. Ann couldn't ignore the sensations. She thrust her cunt forward. The snake woman was ecstatic.
Wanda pulled her lips apart and fingered her wet hole. She was mesmerized by Ann's pussy.
Ann began to breath in short gasps.
"Lick that pussy," Wanda moaned.
The snake woman slurped at the gaping cunt.
"Eat it up. Eat that hot beaver."
Ann's pussy was trembling and wet.
"Lick that slit."
Wanda fingered her own pussy feverishly.
"Slide your tongue in and out that fuzzy twat."
Wanda crouched down, whispering in the snake woman's ear.
"Suck that hole."
Wanda's fingers were embedded in her cunt.
Ann was panting.
The snake woman licked furiously at the flesh between Ann's legs.
"Shove that tongue deep in that snatch."
Ann was throbbing. Sweat beaded on her forehead. The snake woman's tongue was amazing. One of the best tongues Ann ever had pressed between her legs.
"Eat it up. Eat that twat."
Ann closed her eyes. She could hear the woman slurping between her legs. She could her the squish of Wanda's fingers sliding in and out of her cunt.
Ann moaned. She pumped her hips back and forth.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the warm odor of wet pussy, the murky aroma of the marshy waters outside, and the foul stench of excrement and sweat in the crowded cell.
Ann's pussy was quivering.
"Lick that pussy," Wanda continued. "Suck it dry!"
Ann's cunt began to pulsate.
A warm sensation rushed through her body.
She groaned.
Then another rush, like a heavy wave.
She screamed.
Then another.
"... eat that pussy ... suck that hole ... lick that beaver ... slurp that cunt juice ..."
Ann screamed again.
And again.
The cell door burst open.
Lenny, the orderly, walked in, carrying a bucket of slop they called food.
The patients surrounded him, like hungry pigeons. Lenny dumped the slop on the floor. The animals pounced on it.
Lenny had his eyes on Ann.
Ann was sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide open for him to see. She quickly closed them.
Wanda and the snake woman had crawled over to the food. Ann was left alone in the corner.
Lenny lumbered over to her, his massive bulge jutting up, constantly erect.
Ann climbed to her feet. She was scared of the big brute.
Lenny stopped in front of Ann. He looked her up and down. Ann suddenly felt very self-conscious of nakedness.
"You're supposed to come with me," Lenny slurred.
"Why?" Ann asked suspiciously.
"Therapy," he said.
Oh, no, Ann thought. No more therapy.
"I haven't eaten my supper yet," she pointed out.
"Don't worry," Lenny grunted. "You'll get plenty to eat."
He took Ann by the arm and led her to the door.
"I don't have a dressing gown," Ann protested feebly.
"You won't need it," was Lenny's answer.
Lenny led Ann down the corridor, down the stairs and outside to the courtyard.
Ann looked up at the sun, squinting her eyes.
It was the first time she had been outside in months.
They crossed the courtyard to the garages. They went inside.
Ann looked at the row of white vans.
She cringed at the vague memory of being brought to the clinic in one those vans. Bound in a straight jacket, she was suspended by chains in the total darkness of the van.
Lenny pushed her to an open van. He wrapped his huge fingers around her waist and tossed her into the van as if she were a sack of flour.
Ann collapsed on the floor of the van. She looked up. There were two men in the van.
"These are my buddies," Lenny said proudly. "Chico and Flash."
Chico was a small, but mean-looking, Puerto Rican man with a thin moustache. He grinned at Ann, showing a wide row of sharp, white teeth.
Flash was a huge, muscular black man with short, trimmed curls and long sideburns. He was even taller than Lenny. He wore a tank top shirt that displayed his imposing physique. He, too, grinned down at Ann.
Lenny hoisted himself up into the van.
"No ... no, please," Ann whimpered, trying to crawl out of the van.
It was hopeless.
Flash grabbed Ann and pushed her flat on her back. Chico grasped her legs by the ankles and spread them apart. Lenny's huge hands groped Ann's tits.
"No ... please, no ..."
Chico plunged headfirst into Ann's pussy. He rubbed his sharp teeth against her flesh.
Lenny squeezed her tits roughly. He was clumsy and awkward, but driven by lust.
Flash leaned forward and pressed his heavy lips against Ann's. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, stifling her screams. Ann thought she was going to suffocate.
Chico gnawed at Ann's pussy lips. He wasn't gentle at all.
Ann twisted and struggled.
Chico unzipped his pants and pulled out his short fat cock. It was incredibly thick. He pushed it toward Ann's twat and shoved it into her dry cunt.
Ann screamed.
Flash sat up and ripped open his fly. An enormous dong popped out, slapping against Ann's face.
She screamed again.
The big, black man shoved his huge cock into Ann's open mouth, muffling her cries,
Lenny leaned over Ann. He laid his heavy head onto her breasts. He opened his mouth wide and guided a pink nipple to his lips.
Chico's fat pecker banged away at Ann's pussy. It forced its way into through the dry flesh, scraping as it pushed in deeper and deeper.
The pain riveted through Ann's body.
The gigantic black cock made her gag. Flash pushed it hard down her throat. He held her head against the floor of the van and rammed his fat, schlong into her mouth.
Ann squirmed.
Chico started mumbling: "You like this, don't you?," he muttered. "You like my fat cock in your cunt. You his big dick in your mouth, don't you? Don't you?"
Chico pounded his fat meat into her pussy.
Lenny was sucking so hard on Ann's tit, she thought he'd suck it right off her body. He bit down on the teat, making Ann writhe in pain.
Flash's gigantic cock was sliding in and out of Ann's throat. His huge, sagging balls dragged across her forehead over her eyes. She was blinded by heavy sack. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't speak or move.
Ann was trapped. A prisoner. A toy for these three brutes.
Lenny pulled down his pants and straddled Ann's torso. He sat down. Ann's rib cage was crushed by the unbearable weight of the huge man.
Then she felt something gigantic pounding at her breasts. Slapping down on them with a heavy thud.
With horror, Ann realized that Lenny was pounding his hard cock against her tits. It felt ungodly huge. Bigger than she had ever seen or imagined.
She prayed he wouldn't try to stick the gargantuan tool up her pussy.
Cocks slid in and out of Ann. She was pounded with hard cock from all directions, it seemed.
She hoped it would all come to an end soon.
Tears formed in her eyes.
She knew it was just beginning.
Flash and Chico switched places. Ann saw Chico's thick dong hanging above her. It was so fat, she didn't think she could ever open her mouth wide enough to fit it in.
Chico pressed it to her lips, forcing them open.
Ann could feel Flash's enormous cock rube against her pussy lips. She could feel the huge head squeeze its way in, then the shaft. It pushed in deeper and deeper.
Lenny kept slapping his monstrous dong against Ann's tits. He watched them get redder and redder. Harder and harder.
Chico's thick pud was in Ann's mouth. She could feel her cheeks bulging out from its incredible dimensions. He pushed it in further. Her mouth was completely filled.
Flash slammed his big cock in and out of Ann's pussy. It slid in and out so easily, he marveled. It went in so deep.
Ann's pussy was wet. She couldn't help herself.
She held Chico's fat cock in her mouth. It was so fat, there was nothing she could do except hold it in there.
The big, black cock grinding in and out of her pussy was starting to feel good. Ann moved her hips along with his.
Flash was glad to see she was enjoying it. He shoved it deeper and rotated his ass so that his big dong would stretch out every inch of that hot, wet cunt.
Lenny was starting to bounce up and down on Ann's rib cage.
Ann began squealing in pain.
Flash tapped Lenny on the shoulder.
"Lenny," he said. "Get off. You're going to crush her."
Lenny grunted and hopped off Ann's torso.
Flash smiled down at Ann and grinded his cock into her. He plowed her pussy, his big balls slapping the crack of her ass.
Lenny pushed Chico away from Ann. His fat cock flopped out of Ann's mouth.
Ann looked up at Lenny. And that obscene expansion of flesh bulging from his crotch.
Ann gapped. It was fatter than Chico's cock. And even longer than Miss Boone's rubber dildo!
Lenny tried to stick it into Ann's mouth, but it was ludicrous. There was no way it could even begin to fit. Ann's mouth couldn't possibly open that wide.
"Try this hole," Flash suggested to Lenny.
Flash pulled his long cock out of Ann's pussy.
"No," Ann protested. "He'll kill me. It's just too big!"
Flash just laughed.
Lenny was smiling, happy as ever. He moved between Ann's legs and pressed the gigantic tool to her pussy lips.
Slowly he pushed in the fat head.
He looked up at Ann and smiled.
Then with one brutal thrust, Lenny forced it deep up Ann's snatch.
Ann screamed.
Chico and Flash laughed.
Lenny pushed again and again. He was grunting and laughing like an amused child.
"... pussy ... pussy ... pussy ..." he chanted.
"Stop him," Ann begged the other two.
"... pussy ... pussy ... pussy ..."
Flash kneeled over Ann's face. He shoved his dick into her mouth.
"... pussy ... pussy ... pussy ..."
Chico started whacking off with one hand and pinching Ann's tit with the other.
Lenny slammed his monstrous cock, to the hilt, up Ann's quivering twat. In and out, stretching her pussy beyond the limits.
Ann thought she was going to be ripped to shreds. It felt like a big battering ram banging into her uterus.
Flash's cock slid deeper down her throat.
"... pussy ... pussy ... pussy ..."
Chico pinched and twisted Ann's nipples with a fiendish glee. They were red and raw. Burning.
"Suck my dick, honey," Flash muttered. "Suck my big, fat dick."
Ann moaned. The pain in her pussy was taking over.
"... pussy ... pussy ... pussy ..."
In and out. In and out. Up her cunt. Down her throat.
Ann's wet pussy ached.
Chico twisted a tit. He bent down and bit the nipple with his sharp teeth.
Ann's heart was pounding out of her chest.
In and out.
Lenny shoved it deeper.
In and out.
Flash ground it against her tongue.
Chewing. Biting.
Ann's nipple was burning.
Lenny was panting.
"... pussy ... pussy ... pussy ..."
Ann's cunt throbbed.
Swelling and aching. Wetter and wetter. Deeper and deeper.
"What's going on here?"
They all stopped.
It was a deep, resonant voice. A woman's voice. A demanding voice.
Lenny pulled his huge dork out of Ann's wet, quivering pussy.
Chico released Ann's tit from his razor-like teeth.
Flash slipped his cock out of Ann's mouth.
Ann gasped for air. She struggled to pull herself up. She sat up in the floor of the van and looked to the door.
A woman stood there.
A beautiful woman.
Ann gasped.
She looked just her mother.
Dark hair. Kind face.
She reached out her hand to Ann.
"Come with me, dear," she said.
Ann hesitated.
"I'm Dr. Baxter," the beautiful woman said. "Dr. Liz Baxter. And I'm here to help you."
Ann took her hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"So you feel that you are completely mentally stable?" Dr. Baxter asked Ann. She leaned back in the red office chair behind the large desk. She smoothed out her blouse over her ample breasts.
Ann stared into the kind woman's eyes.
"After three months in this pit, I wouldn't call myself completely stable," Ann answered. "I've been raped, tortured and physically abused. I've almost given up all hope."
Dr. Baxter gazed at the pretty, young girl.
"Don't ever give up hope, Ann," she urged.
Ann stared out the window, out across the brown waters of the bayou. Tears formed in her eyes.
"I can't help but think ... that ... that ..." Ann stammered, "... that it's all my fault."
"What do you mean, Ann?"
"Oh, Dr. Baxter ..." Ann wept.
Dr. Baxter walked around the desk and wrapped her arms around the crying girl. Ann sobbed into the doctor's breasts.
"Ssssshhhh," Dr. Baxter comforted. "You can call me Liz."
"Oh, Liz ..." Ann sobbed. "If only ... if only I were normal, none of this would have happened."
"What do you mean, Ann?"
Ann sobbed louder.
Liz caressed the girl's soft shoulders, her fingertips lingering on the back of Ann's neck.
Ann swallowed her tears. "I'm a ... a ... I'm a lesbian."
The mature doctor embraced Ann, clutched her to her breast and stroked her back.
"There, there, Ann," Liz whispered, "there's no crime in being a lesbian."
"But I'm obsessed," Ann choked. "My obsession for ... for pussy has brought me nothing but trouble."
"Now why do you say that?"
Ann pressed her cheek into the doctor's shoulder.
"I was run out of my hometown as a cunt-licking dyke. That's what they called me. And then it led me to my relationship with Bambi Jones. She made a hooker out of me. And a junky, too." Ann cried. "And I went along with it. I followed her. All because I was in love with her pussy."
Dr. Baxter stroked Ann's hair.
"Oh, Liz," Ann whispered. "Bambi had such a beautiful pussy. You should have seen it. All pink and shiny. So hot and wet. I loved her. I loved her beautiful pussy."
Ann was breathing hotly on the doctor's neck. Liz pressed herself closer into the girl's arms.
"It's all my fault," Ann sobbed. "It's all my fault. I wish I could be normal."
Liz patted Ann's back.
"It's not your fault, Ann," the doctor whispered. "It's not your fault. Lesbians can be normal people too."
Ann looked up into the doctor's eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with being a lesbian," Liz said. "Lesbians can lead normal lives, build normal careers, and share as much love and joy in their lives as any heterosexual person can."
"They can?" Ann whispered.
"Of course they can, dear," Liz smiled, ruffling Ann's hair affectionately. She kissed Ann on the cheek. "In fact," she added, "I'm a lesbian myself."
Ann raised her head. She couldn't believe it.
"But you're a doctor," Ann said. "A psychiatrist."
"So?" the doctor smiled. "Why can't a psychiatrist also be a well-adjusted lesbian?"
Ann didn't know what to say. The doctor was so bright, so confident of her career and her sexuality. Ann wondered if she, too, could someday be so sure of herself. So sure of the direction of her own life.
"I'm so lost," Ann whimpered. "I don't understand what's happened to me. How did I get here? What did I do to deserve this?"
Liz took Ann by the hand.
"Nothing, my dear," she answered. "Absolutely nothing. You have to stop blaming yourself. You've got to forget about the past. There's nothing you can do to change it now."
Ann felt the warmth of the doctor's hand. The skin was so white and smooth. Like an angel's.
Dr. Baxter kissed Ann on the cheek.
Ann gazed into Liz's eyes. They were deep brown with flecks of red. Her eyes were almost the same color as her auburn hair, so thick and rich, piled up onto her head and swept into a professional-looking style.
Ann looked at the doctor's face. Smooth and round. Soft but firm. Her lips were two delicate roses of flesh.
Ann wanted to be kissed again.
Ann leaned forward and kissed the doctor on the mouth. Their lips met, soft and moist. Their mouths opened, tongue meeting tongue in a glorious union of hot, wet flesh.
Ann ran her tongue across the doctor's white, even row of teeth. Smooth and perfect, like a line-up of pearls. She pushed past her teeth into the moist awaiting mouth.
Liz Baxter gasped, sucking Ann's tongue deeper into her mouth.
Ann reached out and laid a hand gingerly on one of Liz's full breasts. She massaged the lovely breast, slowly. Sensually.
Dr. Baxter closed her eyes.
I shouldn't be doing this, the doctor warned herself. I'm betraying the doctor-patient trust. I'm taking advantage of the situation.
Ann grabbed Liz's other breast and squeezed.
Liz could feel her body melting under the girl's touch.
Ann is so beautiful, the doctor thought. So helpless. She needs me. She needs my guidance.
Dr. Baxter reached out for Ann's sweet, young breasts. She touched them, teasingly at first, and then caressing them vigorously.
Ann moaned softly.
Their tongues mingled. Playfully they, darted in and out of each other's mouths. Saliva spilled down their chins.
A drop fell to Ann's hand. Ann slowly began to unbutton the doctor's white blouse. She slipped in her hand, smearing the saliva across Liz's firm, smooth tit flesh.
Liz moaned.
I can't, the doctor thought to herself. I can't do this to this girl. If I make love to her, then what? What shall I do with her? Where can I take her? What if I screw her up even more? She's been through so much. So much torment. She doesn't need me to mess things up even more.
Liz pulled her hands away from Ann's swelling breasts.
Their lips parted.
The doctor stood up. Ann looked up at her, confused.
"I can't go through with this, Ann," Dr. Baxter said. "If we get caught, I would lose my license. I could have criminal charges held against me."
"But, Liz ..." Ann pleaded.
"I'm a professional doctor, Ann," Liz continued.
"But Liz ..." Ann said again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Liz ... I need you."
Liz looked down at the beautiful, young girl. Tears streaked her face. She was trembling. Her body was bruised and pale. Ann's blue eyes were pools of pain and abuse.
"I need you, Liz," Ann whispered again.
The doctor could feel the girl's anguish in the pit of her stomach. She could feel her own her own tears beginning to sting her eyes, spilling out across her cheeks.
Dr. Baxter opened her blouse, revealing her huge tits to Ann's gaze. Ann stared at them. She leaned forward and took the bright pink nipple into her mouth. She sucked at it, like an infant, hungry for its mother's milk, hungry for love.
We've got to get away from here, the doctor thought to herself as she looked down at Ann's head, bobbing on the tip of her breast. We've got to get out of here and start a new life. Where nobody knows us. Where we can love freely, out in the open. Without shame or guilt.
Ann licked her tits with a childish delight, sucking them in and out of her mouth. She pinched the nipples playfully. Pulling them. Pressing them. Rubbing them until they were huge, hard, burning with passion.
Dr. Baxter stroked the girl's hair, pulling her closer and closer to her burning bosom.
Ann took the doctor by the hands and pulled her onto the floor. They fell on top of each other. They embraced. They kissed, their tongues deep in each other's mouth. They rolled across the floor, moaning and groping each other.
It was playful. It was passionate.
It was different than anything Ann had ever experienced.
It was Lovemaking. Hot and tender Lovemaking.
The doctor rubbed her hands up the sides of Ann's slender body. She clutched Ann's ass cheeks. She squeezed and pulled Ann's pelvis closer to her own fiery groin.
Ann groaned and kissed the doctor passionately.
The doctor pulled off Ann's white dressing gown, tugging it off, tossing it aside. Her hands roamed desperately across the smooth landscape of Ann's skin, Ann's hot, pulsating body.
"You're beautiful," the doctor panted. "You're so beautiful." Ann moaned.
She pressed her mouth onto the doctor's smooth, firm neck. She licked her flesh, sucking on the skin.
Dr. Baxter's mouth found Ann's ear lobe. She nipped at it with her teeth, her tongue darting into Ann's ear.
Ann squirmed.
She couldn't believe how good a tongue in the ear could feel. It was an area of sensation she had never even thought to explore.
The doctor tickled Ann's armpits with her fingertips.
Ann twisted her body in ecstasy.
Ann pulled the doctor's blouse off her shoulders. Her breasts were bared, hanging low, but full, firm and heavy. They were voluptuous.
Ann's hands squeezed the heavy tits, kneading them gently, massaging the abundant flesh.
Liz moaned, her breathing growing heavier and heavier.
Ann took a huge nipple into her mouth. She gnawed at the tip, chewing softly, running her wet tongue across the pink skin. Her nipples were big and hard.
Liz laid back flat on the floor. She threw back her head and sighed.
Ann's greedy mouth attacked her breasts. She licked the doctor's armpits, kissing and licking around the huge breasts in circular motions, moving around and around, centering in closer and closer to the hot erect nipples. She did it slowly, carefully, teasingly.
The doctor was moaning. The sensation was overwhelming. The slow journey of Ann's tongue across the terrain of her full breasts was sensual and slow, almost agonizing in its slow build-up.
By the time Ann's mouth reached a firm, round nipple, the doctor was almost in pain. She panted and bit her tongue to keep from crying out too loudly.
"Oh, Ann ..." she cried out.
Ann's tongue reached the hard tip of the doctor's tit.
"Suck my tits, Ann ... suck them into your mouth ... suck them ..."
Ann bit down on the swollen flesh. Liz winced.
"... bite that tit, Ann ... bite my tits ..."
Ann chewed the raw nipple, slurping the flesh in and out of her hungry mouth.
"... oh, Ann ... dear Ann ..."
Ann moved her mouth into the valley between the doctor's huge breasts and up to the other nipple. She popped it into her lips.
"... yes, Ann ... suck that titty too ... suck it hard ..."
Ann sucked the distended nipple between her lips.
"... chew it, Ann ... bite down on my titty ..."
Ann teeth clamped down over the swollen teat.
"... oh, yes, Ann ... yes ..."
She gnawed at the pink flesh, holding the tip between her teeth and gliding her wet tongue back and forth over the enflamed skin.
"... oh, Ann ..."
Finally Ann released the nipple and moved her wet mouth downwards across the doctor's flat belly. She slipped her tongue into Liz's navel while her hands fumbled at the buttons of the doctor's skirt.
Ann tugged Dr. Baxter's skirt down over her firm thighs.
Ann's mouth worked its way lower down the doctor's belly, to the panty-encased pubic mound. Ann pressed her face into the crotch of the doctor's panties.
"... oh, Ann ..." the doctor moaned. "My pussy is so hot for you. I want you to eat my pussy."
Ann's nose was buried deep into the fabric of the panties. She inhaled deeply. The aroma of the freshly laundered cotton mingled with the sweet smell of wet pussy.
Ann's pressed her tongue against the material. She licked the blue cotton fabric, watched it moisten under tongue, until the pubic hairs were clearly visible through the sheer material.
"Lick me, Ann," Liz moaned.
Ann pulled her head out of the doctor's crotch. She looked up into the doctor's rich red-brown eyes.
"Ann ...?"
Ann's eyes roamed across the doctor's beautiful body. Her skin so white and smooth. Her breasts so large and firm. So graceful and pale, punctuated with two rosy pink nipples. Her waist so slender and hips so round and full. Her pubic hairs glistened beneath the soaked fabric of her panties.
"Ann ...?"
"I just wanted to have a good look at you," Ann whispered. "I wanted to make sure that I'm not dreaming."
Liz smiled at the beautiful girl's sad, lovely face.
"I'm real, Ann," she whispered. "I m not a dream. I'm really here. I'm flesh and blood. And I want you to be happy."
A tear dropped down Ann's face.
"I think I love you," Ann whispered, swallowing a sob in the back of her throat.
Dr. Baxter wiped the tear from Ann's face.
"I think I love you too, dear," the doctor whispered.
Ann smiled.
"I want to make you happy," Ann said, "I want to eat your pussy till you explode."
The doctor smiled.
"I have a funny feeling you can do it, Ann," she said.
Ann dived into the doctor's muff. She grasped the edge of the panties in her teeth and tugged them down over her hips, down her thighs, down to her ankles.
Ann kneeled at the doctor's feet, the panties still in her mouth. She held them to her nose and inhaled deeply.
She dropped the panties to the floor and smiled slyly at Liz. Then she began to lick the doctor's feet.
Ann took a small, delicate toe into her mouth and sucked it gently. She licked the entire foot and worked her way up the ankle to the knee. She kissed every inch of soft skin.
The doctor sighed. She squirmed and giggled when Ann's tongue slurped the inside of her thighs. She licked and sucked, moving closer and closer to the doctor's trembling pussy.
Liz opened her legs wide apart, giving Ann her first look at her cunt.
Ann gazed up into the gaping hole.
A pussy! Ann thought. The object of all my dreams. All I really need out of life. A beautiful, wet pussy to lick and suck and kiss.
It was truly gorgeous.
The skin so smooth and pure.
The pubic hair so fine and curly and soft reddish brown.
The lips curved so gracefully, the clitoris so pink and proud.
Ann smiled.
She was happy. For the first time in her life, she felt that everything was going to be alright. No fears. No anxiety.
Just pussy.
Sweet, sweet pussy.
"Like it?" the doctor asked.
"It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen," Ann whispered, her voice full of childlike wonder.
Liz smiled. She was happy. She was happy to be with this lovely young girl. She was happy when the girl opened her full, wet lips and pressed them to her eagerly awaiting vagina.
Liz moaned.
Ann's tongue slurped up and down the quivering pussy lips. She began eating the cunt with a voracious hunger. Saliva dripped from her lips, mingling with the doctor's thick sweet pussy juice.
Honey! Ann thought to herself. Her pussy juice is like honey! Thick and sweet.
She plunged her mouth deeper into the doctor's hole, her tongue probing deeper and deeper into the wet slit.
Liz sat up and grasped the girl's hips, pulling her body around.
"Let me eat your pussy, too," she moaned to Ann, "Let me suck on your sweet cunt while you lick mine."
Ann happily swung her groin over the doctor's head, plunging her hips down, enveloping the doctor's mouth with her hot, tingling cunt.
Like mirror images, they tongued deeper into each other's moist groin.
Ann was delirious. With her eyes shut tight, she could imagine she were eating her own cunt.
Every lap of her tongue was repeated with a gentle lap of the doctor's wet tongue.
Ann moaned. And then Liz moaned. Together they grunted deep animal sounds, deep within their chests, centering in their groins.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, their mouths devoured the quivering folds of pussy flesh. Deeper and deeper, until Ann thought she could feel the doctor's tongue probe all the way up her snatch, tickling the pit of her stomach.
Ann twisted and turned.
Their hands worked over their bodies, exploring the pulsating flesh, squeezing the firm breasts, pinching the hardened nipples.
Moaning and moaning, the two beautiful women sucked hungrily.
Everything was moving faster.
Ann's head began to spin. She closed her eyes. Her mind was a blank.
Nothing existed except for pussy. Pussy and uncontrollable sensations flooding her body from all directions.
Her heart was pounding. Her pussy throbbed and vibrated. Her whole body ached, but it felt so good. So damn good.
Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper.
Their bodies moved together, in rhythm, in perfect tempo and pitch, as if it had all been rehearsed.
Ann stifled a scream by plunging her tongue deeper into the doctor's cunt.
Ann's cunt was beginning to convulse. Her pussy swelled up. Then a muscle contraction. A spasm. Again. And again. And again.
Ann's head was reeling.
The hot honey gushed from the doctor's pussy into Ann's mouth. She licked it up, hungry for every drop. The doctor's twat was beginning to convulse and throb.
Ann dug her fingernails into the doctor's skin.
The doctor was grunting like an animal. Savagely she thrust her pussy into Ann's face. Ann ground her pelvis into Liz's mouth.
Throbbing and aching. Fingernails digging into flesh, they convulsed. A spasm. Then another.
Tears came to Ann's eyes.
Faster and faster.
Liz couldn't control herself. She chewed at the girl's flesh. Her body ached. Overwhelming sensations rocked all sense of rationality.
The doctor let out a silent scream.
Ann cried out into the doctor's pussy, the vibrations of her voice tingling the center of Liz's cunt.
Sweat dripped down their smooth bodies.
Their pussies throbbed, in unison.
Liz released an audible yell, then a savage scream.
Ann gripped her breasts and began screaming.
Throbbing. Aching. The warm sensations didn't seem to stop.
Again and again and again. Pulsing.
Again. And again. And again.
The pitch decreased its intensity.
The aching melted into a singular pleasurable warmth. Their bodies tingled as if they had taken a vigorous shower.
Their minds were free from all thoughts. All fears.
* * *
Dr. Baxter could hear the buzzing of the insects outside in the swamp.
The swamp surrounding the clinic.
She suddenly remembered where she was and what she had done.
She leaned forward and kissed Ann, full on the lips. Their tongues lingered across their open mouths.
"Ann," Liz whispered. "I'm going to get you out of here. I just need to make a few phone calls and fill out a few forms declaring you mentally stable. By tomorrow, you'll be free."
"Tomorrow?" Ann asked.
"That's if I'm lucky."
"You mean I have to spend another day in this place?" Ann asked. The memories of the abuse and filth of the disgusting asylum came back to her mind. She shuddered.
"I'm afraid it has to be this way, Ann," Liz said.
"You can't send me back in there," Ann said desperately. "They'll know that I told you everything. They'll try to kill me."
Dr. Baxter put her arm around Ann's shoulders and stroked her hair.
"Don't worry, Ann," she said. "I'll put you in a private cell in my sector. No one is going to harm you. I love you, Ann,"
She pressed her lips against Ann's. Their tongues together, warm and wet, Ann felt safe.
* * *
Ann pressed her face into the pillow. It was strange to sleep alone after so many months of being herded together with the other patients.
Ann listened to the buzz of the insects in the swamp.
She smiled. At last, she was going to be free. Free of the horror and torment of the asylum. Free of the guilt and shame of her entire life.
A bird screeched across the murky waters outside. Ann jumped.
It's okay, she thought. I'm safe.
She thought about Dr. Baxter. Liz. A wonderful, beautiful woman. So vibrant. So intelligent. An angel who fell from the heavens to save her life.
Ann heard a noise out in the hallway. She froze.
Footsteps. Out in the hallway.
Ann jumped to her feet and crawled under the bed. She peered out.
They're coming to get me, she thought.
The door to her cell opened slowly, with a long, whiney creak.
Light spilled into the room. The sound of footsteps. Lots of them. The light snapped on.
Ann could see pairs of feet, many of them, gathered in the room.
"There she is. Under the bed."
A long pair of arms reached under the bed. Ann screamed. The hands grabbed her roughly and pulled her out. She sprawled on the floor in the middle of the small, white cell. She looked.
They stood there. Standing over her. Peering down. All of them.
Nurse Crumley. Nurse Fetter. Lenny. Chico. Flash.
"Just who do you think you are?" Nurse Crumley bellowed. "You little shit. Telling lies to Dr. Baxter. We'll teach you, you little cunt!"
Lenny, Chico and Flash grabbed Ann, tearing off her bedclothes. They grinned and fumbled at their own flies until their enormous, throbbing pricks were out in the open, glistening in their palms.
Ann struggled and screamed.
"Go ahead and scream!" Nurse Crumley growled. "Your precious Dr. Baxter went home for the evening. Won't she be surprised to see that her star patient has mysteriously died overnight?"
Ann screamed again.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Nurse Crumley barked. "We plan to have a little fun with you before we finish you off. So your last thoughts will be happy ones."
Flash rammed his huge, black cock to the hilt of Ann's dry pussy. Ann screamed in pain.
Nurse Fetter lifted her skirt and shoved her twat into Ann's screaming mouth.
Ann squirmed and tried to free herself. Chico punched her hard in the stomach.
Nurse Crumley approached the girl's trembling body. She grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed and twisted them as hard as she could.
The pain was incredible. Ann's screams were stifled by Nurse Fetter's foul-smelling cunt, grinding against her lips.
Ann bit down hard on the slender nurse's cunt lips.
Nurse Fetter howled.
Lenny stepped forward and clubbed Ann in the face with his gigantic organ.
Ann writhed in pain and terror as her body was slammed against the floor, devoured, abused and mauled by many brutal hands.
She was slugged in the face till she was nearly unconscious.
Chico slammed his cock deep into her mouth. Ann gagged on its thickness.
Huge cocks pumped in and out of her body.
Hands poked and pinched her raw nipples.
Sharp fingers and teeth scraped her tender flesh.
CHAPTER NINE
It seemed to go on and on. Forever, The pain building and building to an excruciating frenzy. Ann felt as if her body were being ripped apart by a pack of wild animals.
She felt the blood drain from her head. The room was growing darker and darker.
I'm going to die, she thought as her mind slipped away. I'm being killed. It's all over. Where are you, Liz? How could you let this happen to me?
"Freeze, everybody! You're all under arrest!"
It was Liz! Ann thought, her mind in a dense fog.
Ann was dropped on the floor. The pain slipped away as cocks slid out of her, hands lifted from her brutalized flesh.
Ann opened her eyes.
Dr. Liz Baxter stood in the doorway of the cell. Four police officers stood by her side.
The policeman handcuffed the orderlies and nurses.
Liz rushed to Ann's side. She held the girl in her arms.
Ann was too weak to speak.
"Oh, Ann," the doctor cried. "I'll never leave you again. I promise. I'll never leave you again! I love you! I love you so very much!"
Ann slipped away into unconsciousness, her head cradled against the doctor's breasts.
* * *
The sunshine blinded Ann when she opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched out in the fresh, yellow sheets. A breeze was blowing the lacy curtains into the bedroom. Ann smiled.
She groped the bed, feeling for Liz. She wasn't there.
She must be up feeding the goats, Ann smiled to herself.
Ann stood and walked to the window. She looked out at the fresh Minnesota farmland stretched out in front of her.
It was so beautiful. Ann was so happy.
She saw several of the other lesbians walking around the farm. They were doing the morning chores. They were laughing and holding hands. Out in the open. No fear of public abuse.
It was a wonderful idea, Ann thought. This lesbian commune. Liz is brilliant. What a terrific idea.
The bedroom door opened and Liz walked in. She walked up to Ann, embraced her and kissed her on the mouth.
"You smell like a goat," Ann teased.
Liz laughed. She reached her hand up Ann's nightshirt and stroked her breasts. Ann smiled.
"Last night was wonder," Liz said. She kissed Ann on the neck. "I've never been so happy. I never thought I could get used to being a country doctor, but it's terrific. I feel this community has gotten used to commune here. We've become part of them. They need us."
Ann hugged Liz.
"It's true," Ann said. "And all thanks to you. You amaze me."
"Well, you amaze me too, girl," Liz said, slipping her finger into Ann's pussy. "The best tongue in Minnesota!"
Ann laughed.
"I'm amazing in many respects," Ann giggled.
"Oh?" said Liz, tickling Ann's pubic hair.
"Yes," Ann nodded. "I also have the deepest pussy in Minnesota."
"Oh?" said Liz, raising an eyebrow.
Ann giggled and flopped back onto the bed.
She had wanted to bring this subject up to Liz for a while, but she was afraid to. Here was her opportunity.
"Have you ever ..." Ann said hesitating.
"Yes?"
"Well ... do you ... do you like dildoes?" Ann finally blurted out.
Liz smiled. She didn't answer. She walked to the closet, reached into a box on the floor and pulled out three different dildoes.
Ann squealed, clapping her hands together gleefully.
One of the dildoes was electric, with all kinds of funny-shaped attachments.
The second dildo was short and very smooth. It got thicker in the middle and narrow at the end and the base. It didn't resemble a penis at all.
The third dildo was gigantic, at least as big as Miss Boone's huge rubber phallus.
Liz tossed them on the bed and then pulled her shirt over her head.
Ann watched her huge breasts dangle down. She laughed.
"I suppose this means you want to try them out right now," Ann said.
Liz didn't say a word. She pulled down her jeans. Ann stared at the tantalizing bush and licked her lips.
This is going to be fun, she thought.
Liz stood at the end of the bed, fingering her beautiful pussy.
Ann leaned back. Her tongue was inches from the succulent snatch. She made kissing noises with her mouth till Liz lowered her twat into her mouth.
While Ann sucked Liz's pussy, Liz reached across the bed to the electrical dildo. She plugged a long thin, softly spiked, attachment onto the end of the device. She flicked the switch.
The machine hummed in her hand.
She reached across Ann's beautiful, outstretched body, sliding the tip of the vibrating instrument down Ann's smooth belly.
Ann wriggled with delight.
Liz slipped the trembling dildo down to Ann's crotch and pressed it to her clit. Ann begin quivering and giggling. Her laughs were muffled by Liz's moist pussy lips.
Ann reached up and stroked Liz's full breasts. The nipples hardened quickly with her touch.
Liz rubbed the vibrating toy up and down Ann's trembling pussy lips. And raised her hips up off the bed.
With one quick motion, Liz pushed the quivering tip deep into Ann's box. Ann's pussy throbbed. Cunt juice spilled over the rubber device.
Liz was amazed how quickly Ann juiced up with the application of the electric toy.
Ann ran her fingers across Liz's tits, grabbing and squeezing tighter in response to every spasm of the vibrating dildo.
It felt like there were million little tongues licking away at the insides of Ann's pussy. Licking furiously, a thousand miles per hour.
Ann was moaning now. Faster and faster.
She groped at Liz's tits. Pinching harder and harder.
Liz pulled the electric toy out of Ann's pussy.
"Why did you stop?" Ann asked.
Liz didn't answer. She just smiled and walked to the other end of the bed. She knelt down between Ann's legs. She slipped her hand under Ann's ass and lifted her crotch up to the ceiling.
Liz pushed her tongue into Ann's exposed asshole.
Ann gasped. The feeling was sensational.
Her pussy and entire crotch was still tingling from the vibrations of the rubber toy, and now Liz's tongue in her asshole merely intensified it.
Ann groaned and lifted her pelvis higher off the bed, exposing her asshole fully, spreading the cheeks of her ass so that Liz could really get her tongue deep in there.
When Ann's asshole was soaking wet with saliva, Liz reached across the bed to the second dildo, the strangely-shaped one.
"What is that thing?" Ann asked.
"A butt plug," Liz answered with a smile.
Ann trembled. She remembered the time Miss Boone tried to shove that dildo up her ass. It scared the hell out of her. Once again, she felt an impulse to get up and run out of the room.
"... but ... but ..." Ann protested.
"That's right. A butt plug," Liz said.
"It'll hurt," Ann said. "I'm scared."
"Trust me," Liz said.
Ann closed her eyes and let out a little whimper.
She could feel the tip of it at her hole. "Now just relax," Liz said. "Relax. Like you're going to take a shit."
"I just may."
Liz laughed. She stroked Ann's thigh gently until she could see Ann's sphincter muscle loosen and open.
She slowly pushed the end of the rubber plug up Ann's ass.
Ann could feel it slip inside her tight bunghole. She could feel it getting wider and wider, thicker and thicker, as it slid deeper into the tight hole.
Ann whimpered.
"Just relax," Liz whispered.
Then Ann could feel the plug getting narrower and thinner after it passed the widest point.
Liz pushed it in deeper. Ann's muscles contracted around the rubber plug. Liz pushed it in all the way to the base. Ann's sphincter was tightly grasping it.
Ann could feel her asshole relax around the rubber plug.
It felt so huge in there. She could feel her internal organs crushed against her stomach. She tingled. The feeling was incredible.
It was painful. But it was also very filling and wonderful.
Ann sighed.
Her heart was pounding a mile a minute.
Liz picked up the electric dildo. She turned it on and pressed the humming device to Ann's clit.
Ann's pelvis throbbed. Waves of extreme intensity pulsated through every nerve ending in her body.
Her pussy was soaking wet.
Liz shoved her finger into Ann's slit. It came out glistening wet. Liz put the finger to her lips and tasted the sweet pussy juice.
"I think you're ready," Liz said.
Ann glanced over at the third dildo. The biggest of them all. It was truly awesome.
Liz lifted the huge phallus. She placed the end of it in her mouth. Then she licked the gigantic tool until it glistened with her spit.
She placed the enormous head at Ann's pussy lips.
Ann closed her eyes.
She thought about Miss Boone.
Liz slowly forced the gargantuan tool deep into Ann's cunt. It plunged in halfway with a slippery ease.
"You are pretty deep," Liz nodded, impressed. "But let's see if you can take it all."
Ann bit her hp as Liz shoved the awesome cock deeper and deeper into her wet vagina.
"Oh, yes!" Ann moaned.
Liz pushed the rubber dong in deeper and deeper.
"... oh, yes ... shove it in me ..."
Liz stuffed more of the prick into Ann's tingling snatch.
"... I want it all ... I want all of that big cock up my cunt ..."
Liz shoved the remaining two inches into Ann's snatch.
"... more ... more ... I want it all ..."
Liz couldn't believe her ears. The foot long dong was completely embedded in Ann's tight pussy, and the girl was still begging for more!
Liz started pumping the huge rubber schlong in and out of Ann's cunt.
"... fuck me ... fuck me, baby ..."
Ann's cunt was throbbing. Juice was smeared up and down the length of the monstrous phallus, dribbling down slowly, the monstrous phallus.
"... oh, yes ... fuck me with that giant cock ..."
Liz reached for the electric dildo. She flicked it on and applied the vibrating tip to Ann's clit.
Ann's pelvis was on fire. Her loins were so stuffed full, about to explode.
The butt plug was embedded deep up her ass.
The huge rubber dong stuffed deep in her twat.
The electric vibrator sent sparks up and down her spine, starting at the wet, burning clit.
Ann wriggled. She screamed. She clutched the side of the bed.
Everything was contracting and expanding, swelling and deflating, sliding in and out, up and down.
Ann was in heaven.
Just one more thing, Ann thought. Just one more thing. A pussy!
A sweet, sweet pussy! Pressed against her hungry lips.
Ann reached down and took the vibrator from Liz with one hand. With her other hand, she took control of the enormous rubber dildo.
Liz was confused.
"Sit on my face, Liz," she gasped. "Let me lick your wonderful cunt!"
Liz jumped to her feet and ran to the other side of the bed. She spread her legs and lowered her pussy over Ann's lovely face.
Liz shuddered as Ann's wet lips met the pink lips of her pussy.
There was no doubt in Liz's mind. This girl really loved pussy. It showed in the way she tongued the clit so lovingly. The way she slid her lips up and down the enflamed lips. The way she probed deeper and deeper into the moist slit.
Liz looked down at Ann.
A butt plug up her ass, a foot long dong up her cunt, a vibrator pressed to her clit, she looked deliriously happy.
It was true.
Ann was happy to lick and suck the pink pussy thrust in her hungry lips.
Happy to feel the vibrating caress of the vibrator.
And the deep thrust of the rubber dong.
And the plug embedded deep in her tight asshole.
Ann was in love.
She stared up into Liz's gorgeous crotch, at the pink lips and dark pubic hair.
She inhaled the fine scent of Liz's cunt-honey. Sweeter than any other she had known.
"... ooooh, Ann ..." Liz moaned.
Ann licked deeper.
"... oooooooooh, Ann ..."
And deeper.
"... I love you so much, Ann ..."
And deeper.
Ann's body was vibrating in all directions. She felt so full.
Full of cock.
Full of wet pussy.
Full of love.
At last her life seemed to have meaning.
She spasmed and convulsed. Her pussy was throbbing, her cunt stretched beyond the limits. Ann could feel the blood rush through her veins. She could feel the juice gush from her crotch.
She sucked Liz's pussy. It quivered against her nose.
Liz was about to cum.
"... OOOOOH, ANN ..."
Ann's entire body was pulsating. Sexual rhythms coursed through her flesh. She was on fire.
"... LICK MY PUSSY, ANN ..."
Hotter and hotter.
"... EAT ME ..."
Deep and wet.
"... ANN ..."
Scalding flesh.
"... OOOH, ANN ..."
Exploding.
"... EAT MY CUNT ..."
A jolt of pleasure jolts Ann's body.
"... ANN ..."
A spasm. A convulsion.
"... ANN ..."
Again and again and again, her pussy throbs and aches and erupts.
"... ANN ..."
A peak, then a tingling. Washing away. Cooling. Then calmer.
"... ANN ..."
Landing into serene reality, Ann can hear the laughter of the other lesbians outside on the commune.
"... ANN ... YOU CUNT-LICKING DYKE ..."
Ann smiles.
CHAPTER TEN
Ann lay back into the sheets and closed her eyes. She felt so warm and wonderful. Her pussy tingled.
Liz stroked Ann's breasts. She kissed Ann's neck softly.
"I love you, Ann," she whispered into Ann's ear.
Ann smiled. "I love you too."
There was a knock at the door. Then a voice:
"Liz! Ann! We have a couple girls out here who want to join the commune. Should I send them in?"
Liz pulled the sheet over herself and Ann, covering their beautiful, naked bodies.
"Sure!" Liz shouted. "Send them in."
The door opened slowly and two beautiful, young girls walked into the bedroom.
Ann looked up at them, at their perfect bodies, their full, round breasts, their bright, young faces. Familiar faces.
Ann gasped.
It was Janie Michaels and Susie Clark! From the slumber party back in Springfield!
The girls recognized Ann instantly.
"Ann!" they shouted in unison. They rushed to the side of the bed.
"You know them?" Liz asked.
"Whatever happened to you?" Susie asked.
"What have you been doing?" Janie added.
Ann laughed.
"I don't believe it," she said. Ann turned to Liz to explain. "These are high school classmates of mine. Susie's was the first pussy I ever licked."
Liz laughed. "Ah ha," she said.
Janie Michaels fell to her knees.
"Oh, Ann," she said. "We're so sorry for what we did to you. We completely humiliated you. Simply because we were afraid of the same feelings lying dormant in ourselves. I'm very ashamed of what we did."
Susie, too, fell to her knees.
"Please forgive us," Susie said. "We were just kids then. We didn't know what we were doing."
Ann reached over and stroked Susie's dark hair, lying down in curls over her face.
"You're forgiven," she said.
Susie blinked at Ann. "You started it all for me," Susie said. "Your tongue in my pussy. It made me realize that I could be happy with another woman."
Janie rested her hand on Susie's shoulder. "We've been lovers for two years now," she said. "But Springfield can't handle lesbians. We found that out pretty fast. Then we heard about this place. And here we are."
"Well, you're more than welcome here," Liz said, allowing the sheet to slip down. Her huge breasts hung down for the two new girls to see.
Janie licked her lips.
Ann leaned forward and kissed Susie on the lips. Susie opened her mouth and plunged her tongue into Ann's mouth.
Janie reached for Liz's big tits. She held them in both hands, squeezed them, running her thumbs across the rosy nipples.
Liz moaned and smiled. She reached for Janie's blouse. She unbuttoned the top two buttons and slipped her hand into the young girl's voluptuous cleavage.
Susie had removed her shirt.
Ann plunged her mouth against Susie's big, round nipples, pulling them into her mouth, biting down gently on the tips.
Susie tugged the sheet off the bed, revealing Ann and Liz the assortment of rubber dildoes.
Janie giggled with delight. She grabbed the electric vibrator and flicked it on. It hummed in her hand. She pressed it to Liz's clit, still swollen from the savage cunt-licking Ann had given her only moments before. Liz moaned.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed.
Liz pulled Janie onto the bed. She groped at Janie's tight, designer jeans. They hugged her sweet ass so beautifully. Liz wanted to see that ass in the flesh.
Susie slipped her fingers into Ann's wet pussy. It was red and raw and swollen. Her cunt lips were hypersensitive after being filled to the brim with dildoes.
Ann squirmed.
Up and down her cunt, Susie's hand slid across Ann's snatch.
Liz pulled the tight jeans down over Janie's slender hips. Her blonde pubic mound came into full view.
Liz slid her fingers through the soft hah, combing it gently.
Janie squatted down and spread her legs. Her cunt was split open wide.
Liz lifted the vibrator from her pussy and inserted the rubber tip into Janie's pink, young slit.
"Oh, yes," Janie moaned. She thrust her pussy forward, trying to swallow up the trembling device.
Ann reached over to Liz and pinched her huge nipples. Liz turned her head and gazed into Ann's blue eyes.
Liz smiled. Ann grinned back at her.
Everything is okay, Ann thought. I have the most wonderful and understanding girlfriend a woman could ever have.
Ann glanced up at Susie's graceful, bouncing boobs and Janie's trembling pussy.
I have terrific friends, too, she thought with a smile.
"I have a big favor to return," Susie whispered.
Susie kneeled down and pushed her head into Ann's crotch. She attacked Ann's cunt lips with her wet tongue. Her lips ran up and down the hot flesh.
Ann moaned. She grabbed the foot long dildo and pressed the tip to Susie's upright nipples.
Susie swung her pelvis around, bringing her pussy close to Ann's face. Ann licked that sweet pussy. Again. After all these years.
Her very first pussy.
Janie was moaning now. The vibrating rubber dildo was sliding in and out of her quivering cunt. Faster and faster.
Janie's hands were embedded deep in Liz's furry crotch. She teased the hah and tickled the clit. She stretched the lips and inserted her fingers into the hot hole.
Liz sat up and took one of Janie's perky nipples into her mouth. It was small and hard. She rubbed the lovely tip against her teeth. She gnawed gently.
Ann licked and sucked that beautiful pussy. The wonderful memory of her first sexual encounter rushed into her head. She didn't think about the disastrous results. Just the moment. That glorious moment when her lips first met up with a hot, steamy cunt.
Ann breathed deeply. The glorious aroma filled her senses.
Ann rubbed the long dildo back and forth over Susie's twat.
Susie moaned.
"Fuck me," Susie moaned. "Fuck me with that big plastic dork."
Ann plunged it in. Susie cried out and twisted her body.
"Fuck me."
Liz licked the hard teats of the lovely blonde girl. Janie moaned, her breasts heaving up and down.
Ann felt a pair of hands at her breasts, caressing and teasing. She didn't know who they belonged to. She didn't care.
Susie moaned as the enormous dildo slid deeper and deeper into her twat. She pressed her tongue into Ann's sweet slit. She lapped up every drop of hot, sticky juice inside the wet pussy.
Ann moaned and pressed her crotch into Susie's face.
Janie's hands roamed across Ann's breasts.
"Big, beautiful tits," Janie whispered.
Liz bit down hard on Janie's nipples.
"Bite my big boobies," Janie moaned.
Ann shoved the gigantic rubber cock deeper into Susie's cunt till only two inches of the monstrous remained.
"... lick my hot tits ..."
Liz slammed the vibrator in and out of Janie's wet slit.
"... fuck me ... lick me ..."
Susie's tongue darted in and out of Ann's twat.
Ann moaned.
"Eat my pussy," Ann murmured. "Lick my cunt while I fuck you with my foot long prick."
Janie's body twitched. The vibrator set the young girl's body on fire.
"... FUCK ME ..."
Janie screamed and collapsed onto the bed, her body colliding with Ann's and Susie's.
Liz dived into the heap of young female flesh.
All hell broke loose.
Hands fingered twats.
Tongues licked clits.
Fingers pinched nipples.
Mouths sucked ass.
Ann didn't know whose pussy she was licking. She didn't know who was shoving the big dildo in and out of her puckered ass. She didn't know whose fingers were sliding in and out of her tight, wet cunt. She didn't know whose mouth was pressed against her enflamed tit.
It didn't make any difference in the world.
It felt good. So deliriously good.
Liz had the vibrator in her hand. She shoved the tip in and out of someone's pussy.
"Fuck me."
"... lick my dripping cunt ..."
The pussy in Liz's face was all wet and shiny. It throbbed and swelled.
"... pinch my tits ... pinch my big tits ..."
"... shove it in me ... deeper ..."
Janie bit down on the beautiful nipple that rested in her bps. It was so hard and pink.
"... deeper ... deeper ..."
"... lick it, baby ... lick my cunt ..."
Susie squirmed. She opened her legs wider and wider. The dildo slid in and out of her cunt. She was being ripped in two.
"... harder ... harder ..."
"... chew me ... bite me ..."
Ann's head was spinning.
All the flesh.
All that hot, hot, woman flesh.
Soft and round. Deep and wet.
Groping. Grabbing. Licking. Sucking.
Ann's pussy throbbed. The tongue felt so good in her twat. The lips so soft and wet on her nipples.
"... fuck me ... fuck me ..."
"... big, hot tits ..."
Ann moaned.
"... hot cunt ... wet, juicy cunt ..."
Janie cried out loud. The vibrator had found its way into her slit again. Her body was swept into spasms.
"... fuck my pussy ... fuck it hard ..."
Ann squealed. The dildo pushed deeper into her tight asshole. It stretched her, filled her beyond the point of ecstasy.
"... MY CUNT ..."
"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... HARDER ... HARDER ... FASTER ..."
Something probed deep into Liz's cunt. It could have been a tongue. Or a finger or two. Or even a dildo. Liz didn't know. Her pussy was on fire.
"... DEEPER ... DEEPER ..."
"... LICK ME ... STICK YOUR TONGUE DEEP UP MY PUSSY ..."
Moving faster and faster, the four beautiful women worked themselves into a frenzy of sexual hunger.
Grunting and groaning. Pushing and Shoving.
Faster and faster.
Deeper and deeper.
In and out, up and down, back and forth.
Hands against breasts, arms around thighs, lips pressed against skin, tongues into cracks. Janie screamed.
"... FUCK ME ..."
"... LICK ME ..."
Sweat was smeared across hot flesh. Their bodies slid together, a quivering mass of pink meat, steaming and alive.
Liz shrieked.
"... I'M CUMMMMING ..."
Pulsating bodies, pressed against each other. Pulsing, pounding, each erupted at different rate, a different pitch.
"... OOOOOOOOOH, YESSSSSSSS ..."
Ann licked the throbbing pussy in her mouth.
"... LICK ME ..."
Susie squirmed and screamed, her fingernails digging into a huge, round breast.
"... FUCK ME ..." Ann closed her eyes.
She felt the weight of the bodies above her, the throbbing of the bodies below her. She was surrounded by flesh.
Ann smiled.
She could hear Liz's screams. It was an intense orgasm.
Ann's ex-classmates twisted and turned their bodies, shifting positions every ten seconds.
Ann's heart was beating. Pounding loudly in her head. Her pussy throbbed and ached.
Everything was spinning around.
Ann was exhausted.
The bed creaked beneath her. A warm breeze swept through the room, caressing their sweaty bodies.
Ann began to doze off.
Her mind drifted into a warm, safe place.
She was in a pussy.
A wet pink pussy.
Ann nestled her head against the pubic hair, using a swollen clit for a pillow. She pulled the warm, wet cunt lips around her body and slipped deep into the pussy chamber.
Sweet dreams are made of this, Ann thought, slipping into a comfortable unconsciousness.
Ann dreamed of pussy.
She was sticking her tongue in and out of the pink folds of flesh.
It could have been her mother's pussy. Dripping wet from her fingers, fiercely masturbating her clit while sucking Daddy's big, purple cock.
Or it could have been Susie's cunt. Spread open wide at the slumber party.
Or it could have been Bambi Jones' twat. Hot shiny, pink against her cocoa brown skin.
But Ann knew whose cunt it was.
It belonged to Liz. Dr. Liz Baxter. Psychiatrist. Lover. Angel. Lesbian.
Ann curled up into the sheets.
Happy at last.
* * *
Liz stroked Ann's cheek.
"Sssshhhhh," she whispered to Susie and Janie. "She's asleep. I guess she had a rough night last night. And now you two first thing in the morning. I'm sure she's exhausted."
Susie ran her finger down Ann's hip.
"She looks like a little angel, sleeping there," she said.
Liz smiled. She stroked Janie's rosy nipples.
"I'd like to thank you girls," Liz said. "I'm sure you've made Ann very happy. She was still having nightmares about the guilt and shame of being a lesbian. She told me about that fateful slumber party. And the effects it had on her entire life."
Janie slipped her fingers into the doctor's wet cunt. She slid them deep inside the moist slit.
Susie's hands glided across the doctor's breasts. She found her full nipples and squeezed them hard.
"You have beautiful tits," Susie commented.
"Thank you," Liz answered. "That's quite a compliment coming from such a lovely, young girl."
Janie knelt down and pressed her lips to the doctor's pussy.
Liz jumped. She moaned out loud.
"I don't know how much more I can take," Liz whispered. "I've been cumming for the last eight hours. I think I need a rest."
Janie sat up.
"Well, you can watch Susie and me," she said.
The two young girls hopped off the bed. They fell to the floor in a hot embrace. They kissed and rolled across the carpet.
Liz stared down at them. They were beautiful.
"Fuck me," Janie gasped. "I want you to fuck me!"
Liz tossed the dildoes onto the floor.
The girls grabbed them and stuffed them into hot, sticky orifices.
"Stick it in me!"
"Ram that rubber dong up my pussy!"
Liz smiled.
She reached over to Ann and stroked her reddish-brown hair.
Ann snuggled closer and closer into Liz's arms, nestling her face into Liz's huge breasts.
"Harder! Harder!"
"Shove it in deep!"
"Harder!"
"Deeper!"
Ann's hot breathe blew across Liz's tits. The nipples grew hard.
"My cunt! My cunt wants that big stick!"
"Fuck me, baby! And I'll fuck you!"
The two girls rolled around on the floor, savagely pumping the huge dildoes in and out of each other. The sweat from their pores made their bodies glisten. They shined.
Liz smiled at the scene and hugged Ann closer to her breasts.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Deeper! Shove it in deeper!"
"I want it, baby! I want to get fucked hard!"
"I'm sticking it in all the way!"
"Fuck me!"
"Slam it deep it my hole!"
Ann tossed and turned.
"Fuck me! Spin that rod up my crack!"
Ann was semi-conscious.
"Up my cunt! My burning pussy!"
Ann could hear voices.
"I love your big twat!"
"I'm wet! I'm all juicy!"
Ann smiled.
Someone was getting fucked. And they loved it.
"My pussy's so hot!"
"Deeper, baby!"
Ann smiled again. She pressed her face to the warm, motherly breasts.
"Fuck me!''
Ann could hardly wait to wake up.
She could hardly wait to eat another pussy.
She could hardly wait to get eaten out, to get her tits pinched and sucked.
Ann could hardly wait to get fucked again.
She sighed and drifted back into a deep sleep.
A warm Minnesota breeze blew into the farmhouse, fluttering the curtains and caressing the pink, sweaty skin of the four naked women.
