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CHAPTER FIVE

If Ann had been a cat, her fur would have stood on end. The girl drilled holes with her eyes, causing Ann to step back a couple of feet. She wanted to slam the door, to flee from what would probably I be a very sticky situation. Instead, Ann smiled and gave a slight nod.

"Come on in," Ann said, stepping aside. "He's in the bedroom."

"You bitch!" the girl spat out, walking past Ann.

"Look, honey," Ann began, "I didn't hit him with a tire iron and drag him over here. And besides, I didn't even know he had a girl friend. So if you want to jump somebody's ass, I'd suggest you go some place else."

Ann's remarks caused an immediate stand-off. Marie looked at her with something bordering respect, but still heavily laced with anger. She opened her mouth to speak, but turned her head quickly when Johnny walked into the room.

"Hello, ladies," he said casually. "I see you've met."

"You motherfucking, son of…"

"Such language," Johnny said, sitting on the couch.

Marie glared at him for several long moments, and then, in resignation, plopped down on a chair.

Caught in the middle, but still understanding how the girl felt, Ann turned to Johnny. "Get your clothes on and go get us a taco," she said.

"A taco?" Johnny asked, as if hearing the word for the first time.

"Taco, pizza, hell, a roast chicken," Ann said exasperated. "Just get the fuck out of here for a while. Girl talk."

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and got off the couch. He gave Ann a quizzical look and went into the bedroom.

Both women were silent as he dressed, and it was several moments after he left before either spoke.

"What happens now?" Marie asked in a little-girl voice.

"That's entirely up to you," Ann said. "You can sit there and be as pissed as you want. I don't blame you."

Marie stood up and clutched her hands, then wiped them on her jeans. She walked over to the window and fingered the curtains. She lowered her head, barely touching the wall with her forehead and exhaled audibly.

"That bastard," she said, almost affectionately.

"That good-looking, no-good bastard."

"You love him, don't you?" Ann said.

Marie nodded her head, then she turned. "Hell, I don't know," she said, her voice cracking. "He's the only person I've ever…"

"You want to cry?" Ann said softly. "Go ahead. I'm your friend, I…"

Before Ann could finish what she was going to say, Marie raced across the room and grabbed her violently, her voice breaking in a turmoil of sadness.

"I don't like loving," she said. "It hurts too much!"

"Oh, come on," Ann whispered. "What do you know about love?"

"How much do you know?" Marie said, her tone bitter.

Ann was taken aback. Simply because she was a few years older than Marie, what gave her the right to treat her like a child? The girl, ironically, probably even had more experience! Ann pulled away from Marie, suddenly ashamed.

Marie looked at Ann, her expression melting into warm admiration. Then she laughed.

"Hey, you're naked!" she said, as if just noticing it.

"I'll… I'll get dressed," Ann said, blushing.

"No! Don't!" Marie said.

Again, Ann felt the girl's eyes riveted on her. But this time, the expression was softer, more probing. She instinctively brought her hands across her tits.

"Can I do that?" Marie asked quietly.

"Wha-What?" Ann asked, feeling terror and desire at the same time.

"Touch you," Marie said, raising her hands and placing them on Ann's.

The girl's fingers were like icy fire against Ann's flesh. Ann closed her eyes, feeling her body flinch with unnatural fervor.

"Yes," she heard herself say. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

The next few moments were a blur in Ann's mind. She was aware of probing fingers, of flesh against flesh, and then a hungry, eager tongue thrusting between her lips.

"This is wrong," Ann said, her mind reeling with horrible, spidery thoughts. "This is…"

"If it's wrong, then I'm glad it's wrong!" Marie whispered into Ann's mouth.

"It's… It's… It's… Oh God, I want you!" Ann said. "Yes! Oh God, yes! I want you and I will have you!"

The blur became stark reality in a sudden, sweeping moment. She looked at Marie with critical, loving eyes. The black hair, the creamy skin, the full upturned breasts, the lithe figure, the dark-brown eyes.

"Yes," she said again. "Yes, I will have you!"

Feverishly she tore away the young girl's clothing, grasping the young, firm tits with her fingertips. Her throat began to burn with hot desire, wanting those delicious nipples slipping across the roof of her mouth. She felt a hot, stabbing spasm rip into her pussy as if a cock were buried inside her cunt. She dropped to her knees and whimpered into the girl's frothy, dark crotch.

"God, I want to suck your cunt forever!" she murmured, nuzzling her nose into the furry growth.

"Is Johnny's cum in your pussy?" Marie asked, gasping with pleasure.

"Yes, but I wish it were in yours, so I could lick it out and drink it!" Ann whispered, thrusting her tongue deeply between the tender, tight folds of cunt opening.

Marie screamed out when she felt Ann's tongue jam into her cunt canal, lapping upward. She grabbed Ann's hair and pulled forward, pressing Ann's face savagely against her crotch.

"Fuck me with your tongue!" she gasped. "Oh God, fuck me, it feels SO good!"

Ann lapped up the creamy pussy juices with hungry, eager licks, savoring the sweet, heady flavor. As she plunged deeply into the girl's slit, Marie tightened her cunt muscles, trapping her tongue in a tight, frothy glove of moist warmth.

"Stick your tit in my cunt!" Marie gasped. "Fuck me with your nipple!"

Ann pulled Marie down on the floor and squeezed between the girl's legs. She lowered her face to the girl's stomach and began a slow, tantalizing lick job, darting her tongue in and out of Marie's belly button. Her tits brushed against the slick, furry opening of her cunt.

Marie spread her legs as wide as possible and humped upward, pressing her hungry, frothy pussy against Ann's hard, rubbery nipples. The tiny buds throbbed against her clit, causing her to give a silent scream of ecstasy.

"Give me yours!" Marie begged. "Let me eat your pussy!"

Ann turned around and straddled the girl, lowering her dripping cunt against her face. Marie opened her mouth like a hungry bird and locked her lips around the cum-bloated hole.

"Mmmmmm!" Marie groaned, lapping the hot, creamy fluid into her mouth and gurgling it down into her lungs.

Marie's digging tongue caused Ann to moan wetly into the warm folds of pussy opening that she pressed against her face. She thrust her tongue deeply inside the tight canal of spasming muscle and felt Marie's clit vibrate against her teeth.

Sweet pangs of release began to form in both their cunts, making their hungry mouths work even harder. The room was filled with smacking, licking noises, and their delicate, satisfied moans, as their passion mounted with furious pressure.

Ann cried out loudly, her tone partially muffled inside Marie's hole, as a rush of hot, throbbing ecstasy swept into every nerve, every cell of her body.

Marie flinched. "Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, her slit exploding with a gigantic, frothy release of pleasure.

They pumped and ground into each other's faces, as new waves of ecstasy jammed into their cunts. Grasping each other, they began to roll around on the floor, lost in oblivious release.

As the rippling waves of orgasm faded away, they pulled slightly away from each other, gasping for breath.

"Oh God, that was wonderful!" Marie said. "I think I'm in love again!"

Ann had to laugh. "You fall in love too easily, that's your problem."

"It's a problem?" Marie asked simply.

Ann gave her a searching look. "Why haven't I seen you at school?"

"I quit," Marie said, a defensive tone in her voice.

"Why?" Ann asked, sitting up and reaching for a cigarette.

"Oh, it seemed so pointless, somehow," Marie said, looking away.

"Well, it's not pointless, Marie," Ann said, touching the girl's shoulder. "And you will be in school tomorrow, right?"

"What's in it for me?" Marie asked.

"Well, for one thing… you'd have a class with me. And with Johnny, of course. And there's another teacher I'm sure you'd like," Ann said, thinking of Matt.

"I don't know…" Marie looked doubtful.

"Promise me," Ann said.

Just then the door opened. Johnny walked in, carrying a bucket of fried chicken. He looked at the two women and gave them a seductive leer. He pulled a chicken leg out of the bucket and pressed it against his crotch.

"Anybody care to eat my chicken?" he asked.

"Is it finger-licking good?" Ann asked.

"Does the Pope wear a tall hat?" he said, walking over.