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entire situation was now producing a new perspective from within itself. She was not only about to enter into her first lesbian act, but it was to be a foursome, and done as part of a revolutionary movement on the part of women who were plotting to save their lives.
    “If I lived to write about this,” she thought, “it would make an extraordinary allegory. But the very point of my survival is why I am being drawn into this situation in which I will be licking the secretions from the cunts of three ladies I have known less than fifteen minutes, smelling their assholes, stuffing their tits into my mouth, and having them ream out my pussy with their fingers.”
    “No, make yourself at home,” Constance replied.
    Madge lay down next to her, her face near her thighs. She stretched out full, her tiny, lithe form a dark cutlass of flesh on the sheet. Sheila and Sally inched closer, their eyes gleaming. They sat cross-legged and Constance could see the pink slits of their cunts beneath the patches of pubic hair and elephantine outer lips. Unaccountably, her mouth began to water.
    “It’s a nice thing to do,” Madge said in a low voice. “After being brutalized in the Parlor, we come together and remember what it is like to be tender, to be soft. We cleanse ourselves from the imprint of the male flesh with the juices of our female bodies.”
    As she spoke, she slipped her hand under Constance’s robe. The fingers trailed lightly on her skin. She parted her thighs. Her cunt was already gooey with secretions. Madge’s fingertips found their mark and ran up and down the slimy slit. Constance shuddered and her buttocks contracted involuntarily.
    “I killed a man today,” she said.
    “Oh?” Sally replied. Her eyes were already clouded over with desire and her body swaying back and forth to some discrete inner rhythm. She leaned forward, both her hands falling on Constance’s ankles. Her fingers slid up, curving over her knees, atop her taut thighs, and up to the juncture of leg and torso, that slight indentation which forms the valley, left and right, of which the cunt is the throbbing core. Constance’s robe was lifted by Sally’s sweeping forearms and she was now naked from the waist down.
    “Oh Mommy,” Sally crooned and buried her face between Constance’s thighs, her tongue slipping out at once and seeking the pungent juices. As Constance watched, Sally worked herself into an autistic frenzy rubbing her face into the rapidly engulfing cunt. She glanced over at Madge who shrugged and lifted her eyebrows and in general indicated that each human being has her own idiosyncrasies and who are we to judge? And, without missing a beat, she leaned forward and covered Constance’s mouth with her own.
    Constance fell back on the bed, being kissed at upper and lower mouths. Sheila, not to be left out, unbuttoned the top of Constance’s robe and let her full breasts fall to the sides, then cupped each in one hand, brought them toward the center until the nipples touched, and covered the doubly-sensitive point with her hot mouth, tonguing the already wrinkled disks and their twitching tips with slobbering abandon.
    Constance opened her mouth and spread her legs and let herself be had. At this point, it didn’t seem too much different than what had taken place earlier. Her bonds were not ropes and chains but the demands of necessity. On one level, everyone born on the planet was a slave, a slave of blind circumstance. The most joyful and exultant feeling possible to a human being is that of realizing that we are indeed one with all creation and that creation is finally and ultimately mysterious to itself. There is no one or nothing outside the totality from which the totality is viewed. And the totality can not know itself except insofar as it differentiates from within. Thus do we come to male and female, life and death. The totality did not choose to be here as it is anymore than any individual awareness within that