Unintended Consequences, Part 4

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UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

4.	New Passion for Becki.

   Becki left her old clothes at the Givens and rode her bike to see Zita
Bufkalova.  She didn't want to wait.  It was a long trip on her bike but her
renewed lungs seemed invulnerable.  In thirty minutes she pulled up in front
of Zita's home and locked her bike.

   She noticed her reflection in the window as she approached the door.  She
smiled.  She _did_ look damn good!  If Joanne was right it'd be hard for Zita
or anyone to refuse her now.  She rang the bell.

   The door opened.  The gypsy woman stood before her.  She wasn't wearing
her turban or old world clothes.  Instead she had on a bathrobe.  For the
first time Becki realized Zita clearly wasn't old.  In fact, she was quite
young, no more than thirty, tops.  She looked flustered.

   "Oh, Rebecca," she stammered.  "I'm closed on Mondays till afternoon.  I
don't do readings or mystic healing on Mondays till after two."  She paused.
"Why are you here?"

   "Mrs. Givens sent me," Becki explained waiting for the door to open.
"Like you said, she gave me cigarettes.  Joanne also told me you put a spell
on her daughter Angela, to make her interested in smoking.  I need you to do
that for me Madame Bufka.  I can't stand Mom not smoking.  It drives me
crazy.  You have to help me!"

   "Um, that will be difficult," hedged the Czech woman, looking behind and
over her shoulder.  "I don't think I can help you right this minute,
Rebecca."

   "I'm Becki now," smirked the teenager.  "I call myself Becki.  Rebecca was
the old stodgy me.  The new me is Becki.  And Becki will do anything, Zita,
anything at all to get what she wants.  I have no scruples, no morals.  Do
you understand what I'm saying?"

   Recognition registered on Zita's face.  She smiled.  "Yes, I do
understand.  Well perhaps we can make some arrangement.  Give me a few
minutes to get rid of my visitor."

   While waiting Becki sat on Zita's porch swing and got her new pack of
cigarettes from her backpack.  She put a Benson & Hedges in her mouth and lit
up.  The full flavored smoke felt good inside her chest.  She did love to
smoke and she had no intention of letting her mom's insane decision to quit
get in her way.  She smoked her first B&H and chained into a second one while
waiting for the gypsy woman.

   Finally she heard the back door of Zita's house slam shut followed by the
sound of a car door opening and closing.  Whoever was visiting Zita clearly
didn't want to be seen.  That was okay.  Becki didn't care.  She just wanted
Zita's help and she intended to get it, regardless.

   Before her second cigarette was finished Zita came to the door dressed in
a simple tee-shirt and slacks, looking almost normal, unlike the gypsy
persona she showed off in the past.

   Zita carefully eyed the cylinder in Becki's hand.  "This is still
difficult," she said in her thick Czech accent.  "I don't know if I can help,
Rebecca; I mean, Becki."  She corrected herself with a sly smile.  For the
first time she looked at her visitor carefully and laughed.  "Ah, I see
you've changed, Becki.  You look very sexy this morning, very nice."

   "Thanks, Zita," she grinned.  She hit on her B&H and inhaled.  Without
stopping she continued to talk, exhaling as she went along.  "Zita I'll cut
to the chase.  Mom won't smoke now as you know.  It drives me fuckin' nuts.
From what Joanne told me you can help.  You did it for her.  You put a spell
on Angela to bring her around.  So do the same for me.  Okay?"

   Zita finally opened the door.  Becki walked in, still exhaling, swaying
her hips as seductively as she knew how.  She turned and grinned at the older
woman with her hands on her hips.  "So what'll it take, Zita?  How can I
convince you to help me?"

   Awaiting an answer Becki noticed fresh cigarette smoke in the house.  It
was interesting.  Hmm, Zita was a smoker?  Or was it her visitor?  Either way
Zita wasn't anti.  "So, tell me, will you help me or not?"

   "Becki, your mother sought to be free from the desire for cigarettes," she
began hesitantly.  "It's dangerous to interfere with the power that's at work
within her now -."

   "Oh cut the bullshit, Zita," she insolently interrupted.  "Look, I know
what's going on.  Anyone who comes to you for healing changes.  I just spent
the morning with Mrs. Givens.  I've known her for years, but she's a
different person now.  So's her husband and Angela.  Hell, Zita, _I'm_
different, for Christ's sake.  I'm doing things I never dreamed of and loving
every fuckin' minute of it.  Like, for example, I can't stop swearing or
smoking, and I don't even give a shit."  She paused and gave an impudent
smile.  "Do you need another example?  How about this?  Joanne taught me to
masturbate this morning," she added with a seductive whisper.  "We did it
together, side by side, in the same room.  It was so fuckin' hot I almost
couldn't stand it.  God, I came so hard," she leered with her eye on the
gypsy.  "Like I said, Zita, I'm different now and I'll do anything, and I
mean anything, to convince you to fix my mom for me.  Do you read me?"

   Zita's hands were trembling.  "God, I do need a cigarette," she muttered,
looking around for hers.

   "Have one of mine."  Becki politely held up her pack of Benson & Hedges.
"Or perhaps I should say have one of Joanne's?"  She passed the gold pack.
"So you smoke, too, Zita?  I guess I'm not surprised.  But then why in hell
did you help my mom quit?"

   The beautiful Czech woman lit up a cigarette.  She took a long, fierce
first drag and forcefully sucked smoke deep into her lungs.  "There!  That's
better," she sighed appreciatively.  "Yeah, Becki, I do smoke.  But I cannot
undo your mother's request.  I'm not that powerful."

   "But you must be able to do something to help me!"  She admired the
accomplished elegance with which Zita handled the cigarette.  "Isn't there
anything you can do?"

   Zita exhaled a long stream of milky white smoke.  A sly smile enveloped
her pretty face.  "Actually, yes, Becki, there _is_ one thing I can do.  I
already thought about it to be honest.  See, most people who come one time
come back later for something else.  Your mom brought you in and later had a
second request for herself.  Joanne Givens has been in several times now.
That's usually what happens.  So I expected to see your mother again sooner
or later.  I knew she'd want to quit smoking."

   "And?"

   Zita smiled.  "I had a plan.  You didn't notice but when Eileen came in
last Saturday I slightly altered her request.  She asked to be relieved of
her desire to smoke.  But if you were paying attention you saw that in my
incantation I narrowed that quite a bit.  I only sought for Eileen to be
relieved her of her desire to smoke cigarettes."

   Becki frowned.  "I don't understand."

   Zita laughed.  "Eileen asked to be free of her addiction.  I suppose she
thought smoking's bad for her, the stupid bitch.  But I can still cast
another spell.  I can give her a new desire, one she can't resist.  For
instance, what would you think if I gave your mother a new uncontrollable
desire to smoke cigars?"

   Becki's eyes widened.

   The evil nature of her own plan began exciting Zita.  "Eileen's new desire
won't interfere with the power already at work.  It won't cancel the old one.
She won't want cigarettes but she'll be compelled to smoke anyway.  She'll
have an unquenchable desire for cigar smoke, and lots of it."  Anticipating
the question forming in Becki's mind she eagerly went on.  "If I do it Eileen
will begin smoking cigars the same way she used to smoke cigarettes.  She'll
smoke them constantly without stopping.  Then, Becki, you come in.  You can
politely point out to Eileen that since she can't seem to live without
nicotine in some form she'd be better off going back to her old Marlboro
Lights.  They have far less tar and nicotine than her new cigars.  So you
bring her back to me, I release her from her original request, and then
she'll be smoking cigarettes all the time again.  Just like you.  How does
that sound?"

   Becki smiled as she raised her cigarette to her lips.  "God, you're bad,
Zita.  Really, really fuckin' bad!"  She took a long drag, inhaled and then
pursed her lips to exhale.  "Wow, that sounds great!  How do we do it?  And
how much, or what, do I owe you?"

   "Don't worry about that right now.  You'll pay me in full later.  Trust
me," Zita smiled wickedly.  She motioned for Becki to follow her.  They went
into a different room inside the house.  "This is what I did to Angela
Givens," she explained maliciously, opening a drawer and removing a small
female doll made of a substance like clay.  "This doll will represent your
mom.  I'll say my incantations over it and then from that moment on poor
Eileen will be forced to do everything the doll is doing."

   "Like voodoo?"

   Zita smiled and nodded.  "Yeah, sort of."  From the drawer she took a
small brown stick.  She thrust it in the clay where the doll's mouth was.
"There," she proudly proclaimed.  "This now represents a cigar in your
mother's mouth.  From now on Eileen won't be happy unless she has a cigar
between her lips.  She'll need it, she'll have to have it there.  She won't
be able to survive without it," she cackled wickedly.  "The rest's up to you,
Becki dear.  You need to convince Eileen to come back and see me to allow me
to reverse my prior charm, to turn her new unstoppable craving for cigars
back into her old yearning for cigarettes again."

   Becki impetuously leaned over and kissed Zita affectionately on the cheek.
"God, Zita," she sighed happily.  Filled with excitement she let out a wicked
laugh of her own.  "Shit, yeah, I'll definitely pay you back.  Whatever you
want," she promised earnestly.

   "Oh don't worry, my dear.  I'll make sure you will pay me back.  But in
the meantime enjoy your journey!"  She smiled almost wantonly.  "One more
thing.  Go back to the Givens' house.  Your old friend Angela is prepared to
show you another part of the journey that awaits you."

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   Becki got off her bicycle in front of the Givens' home.  Even with all the
bicycling and smoking her lungs never seemed to tire.  Zita's last promise
excited her.  She wanted to see Angela.  She wasn't sure what the next stop
on her journey was, but she had an idea.  And she wanted it!

   Sure enough Angela was home.  She was having a late lunch with her mom,
Joanne.  Becki had known Angela Givens for years.  Angela was a shy retiring
girl who rarely spoke in public and who dressed so that she faded unnoticed
into the background.  The last time she saw Angela her friend had long
straight brown hair.

   Now, however, Angela seemed totally different.  Her hair was cut short ;
it was curly golden blond.  She had four earrings in each ear, a big change
for a girl never allowed to get her ears pierced.  Gone from her face was the
old introverted shyness.  Now Angela looked sassy and arrogant.  Like her mom
she wore a tight halter top with no bra underneath and short shorts.  Angela
and Joanne both had cigarettes burning in the ashtray on the table while they
finished their sandwiches.

   "Oh my God," Angela gasped seeing her, standing and rushing over to give
her a hug.  "When I got home Mom said you got the power, too, Rebecca.  God,
I am _so_ glad.  It'll be so cool to have you as a friend now that you're one
of us!"

   The feeling of Angela's warm body against hers made her tremble.  "Yeah,
it's cool, Angela," she agreed.  "Except now I go by Becki.  Rebecca's my old
name.  She was a total wus.  Becki is the new liberated me, a girl who smokes
and swears is looking for trouble."

   Angela laughed wantonly.  "Mom told me," she gladly acknowledged.  "Fuck,
Becki, it's so great!"  Reaching for her cigarette in the ashtray she hit on
it.  She opened her mouth and snap-inhaled smoke into her chest.  "Isn't
smoking the best?"

   "God, it sure is," Becki eagerly agreed, sitting down at the table.  "I
love to smoke now!"

   Joanne held out her pack of Benson & Hedges.  "Then here you go,
sweetheart.  Join us and have one with us.  Angela hasn't seen you smoke yet,
you know."  She looked at her daughter.  "Little Becki here smokes like a
chimney now, honey.  Just wait till you see!"

   Becki accepted the cigarette and then a light from Angela's mom.  She
dragged hard on the B&H, enjoying the sensation of thick smoke filling her
mouth and then her chest as she inhaled it.  "God, thanks so much, Joanne,"
she sighed happily.  "I think it's so cool that you actually encourage
teenagers like Angela and me to smoke!"

   "I want to see you girls get pleasure," Joanne acknowledged as she lit up
another one for herself.  "For way too long you've been stuck in our stupid
dead-end church.  It's time you kids had a good time and live a little, for
Christ's sake!"  She narrowed her eyes suggestively.  "Angela, why don't you
take Becki upstairs to your room to play for awhile?"

   Angela looked quizzically at Joanne and then smiled.  "Oh yeah.  Sure,
Mom!  God, that'd be nice, wouldn't it?"  She turned to Becki and sensually
batted her eyes at her friend.  "Mom said she showed you how to masturbate,"
she whispered.  "Just listening to Mom tell me all about it made me want to
touch myself.  God I wish I'd been here, Becki.  It sounded super hot.  Now
maybe you and I can go upstairs and have some fun ourselves.  What do you
think?"

   Becki jutted out her lower jaw to release a long, thick smoky exhale.  "I
don't know exactly what you have in mind, Angela.  But if it's half as nice
as what your mom showed me this morning then I'm sure as shit ready for it!"

   "Excellent," Joanne nodded approvingly.  "You girls go upstairs then.
This is an important part of your journey, Becki."

   "That's exactly what Zita said," Becki smiled.  "She told me Angela would
show me some things this afternoon that I needed to experience on my
journey."

   Angela grinned lasciviously.  "Zita's right, Becki.  I'll share some
wicked things that'll make your head absolutely spin!  If you liked playing
with yourself while Mom watched you, then you'll fuckin' love this!"

   Becki stood up and grinned.  "Well then, what the hell?  Let's do it!"

   The two teenagers went upstairs to the second floor.  Becki walked behind
Angela.  She couldn't take her eyes off Angela's firm little ass inside the
cute short shorts she had on.  She never before noticed how beautiful her
friend was or how sexy she looked.  Of course never before did Angela dress
or act like this, either, she smiled hungrily.

   They went into Angela's room and closed the door.  Both girls were still
carrying their cigarettes.  Becki noticed several ashtrays strategically
placed around the bedroom.  She tapped an ash into one of them.  "It's so
cool that Joanne lets you smoke, Angela," she sighed wistfully.  "Zita's
going to help me change my mom so that she'll be like yours."

   "Zita's a fuckin' genius," Angela nodded.  "Now come over here and sit
beside me on the bed."  She patted the mattress beside her to indicate where
Becki should sit.

   Becki did and Angela scrunched up right next to her.  "Becki, you're so
fuckin' pretty.  God!  You look incredibly delicious in that outfit of mine.
I'm so glad Mom made you wear it."  She giggled.  "You look good enough to
eat!"

   Becki felt nervous but the voice in her head told her not to worry.  "Just
drag on your cigarette, kid.  It'll calm you down.  Yeah, that's right!
Inhale that smoke nice and deep inside your chest.  Ah, perfect!  Now just
hold it in there awhile.  Doesn't it feel good?  Yeah, of course it does.
Now exhale the smoke right into Angela's face!"

   Turning her head Becki released an endless smoky exhale directly at
Angela.  Her friend didn't budge.  She just grinned.  "Ah, I liked that," she
sighed contentedly.  "I like you giving me your smoke, Rebecca, I mean Becki.
I bet you'd like some of mine, too, wouldn't you?"

   Becki nodded longingly.  "God, yeah, I would.  That's sounds really nice."

   Angela complied.  She took a double drag on her cigarette and turned her
head toward Becki.  Over several successive breaths she exhaled smoke onto
her friend's face.  Angela's smoke bathed Becki's mouth and nose.  "Pretty
nice, huh?"

   Becki grinned and sighed.  As the voices in her head prompted her she
smiled impishly.  "But that's not the only thing you're going to show me, is
it, Angela?"

   Snuggling up closer, Angela let out a wanton laugh.  "No, honey, it sure
as hell isn't!"  She again hit on her cigarette and inhaled.  "I love the way
you look, Becki.  It turns me on, to be honest.  You're so fuckin' beautiful,
so goddamn sexy!  Having you close to me like this makes me want to touch
myself.  I bet you feel the same way about being next to me.  Am I right?"

   Becki found herself nodding.  "Uh-huh," she agreed.  "I love feeling you
right next to me, Angela.  It makes me quiver and tremble, like something
wonderful is about to happen."

   "Oh it is, baby.  It is," Angela whispered.  With that she pressed her
lips against Becki's.

   Becki thought something like this might happen.  It didn't trouble her at
all.  She felt a sudden desire to possess her friend.  She kissed Angela back,
softly at first and then more intensely.  "I want you, Angela," she whispered
between kisses.  "I don't even know what that means," she admitted.  "All I
know is I want you!"

   An ashtray was on bed beside them.  Angela put her cigarette in it.
Without a word of explanation or apology she put both her hands up inside her
friend's halter top.  "Becki honey, I know you thought this morning was nice.
But just wait till you see what we're gonna do now."  She squeezed Becki's
tits, and the teenager groaned with pleasure.  "Nice, huh?" Angela asked
rhetorically.  "Masturbation's real nice.  But it's even more exciting when
someone else does it to you.  Isn't it?"  

   Becki breathlessly nodded in agreement.  She gracefully laid down on the
bed and Angela swooped on top of her.  Unlike Angela the excited brunette
still had her cigarette in her hand.  But her focus was on the gentle
manipulation her blond-haired friend was doing to her breasts.  After Angela
pulled Becki's halter top up over her tits she methodically kissed and
caressed them.  Never in her life had Becki felt anything like it!  "Oh my
God," she gasped excitedly.  "Oh fuck!  Yeah!"

   Angela looked up to see the look of ecstasy on Becki's face.  She gave her
old playmate a decadent grin.  "I knew you'd like it, babe.  But God, this is
just the appetizer, honey.  Wait till you taste the main course!" She laughed
wickedly.  "Don't quit smoking.  It's better if you smoke.  Mom had you smoke
this morning when you masturbated, didn't she?"

   Becki nodded and instinctively raised her cigarette to her lips.  After
she hit on it she exhaled smoke down toward Angela's face.  A smoky residue
swirled over her exposed breasts.

   "Shit, everything goes better with smoke, Becki.  Especially sex," Angela
happily went on.  She playfully licked her friend's breasts and laughed.
"You want to feel good, baby doll, and you will.  Trust me, you definitely
will!"

   Becki kept smoking while Angela expertly touched her breasts.  All the
kissing and licking made her incredibly wet between the legs.  She wanted to
touch herself down there, like she did in front of Joanne earlier, but Angela
was in the way.  Sensing Becki's frustration, Angela responded by gyrating
her hips over top of Becki's.  The sudden pressure felt heavenly!  Becki
moaned deeply and took a last drag from her cigarette before dropping it in
the ashtray.

   Angela laughed and sat up.  She reached into the ashtray for her discarded
cigarette and took a last powerful puff before crushing it out.  "I have to
keep smoking," she explained without apology.  "Anymore it seems I can't get
enough of it, even while I'm having sex."

   "Yeah, I know," Becki gasped, realizing her friend was taking a break.
"Me, too.  Ever since Zita healed my asthma all I want to do anymore is
smoke!"

   Angela got her gold pack of Benson & Hedges, shook one out and lit up.
"That happens to just about everybody who sees Madame Bufka," she remarked
contentedly.  "But I don't mind.  Do you?"

   "Not at all," Becki agreed.  Still sitting next to Angela, she too lit up
another cigarette.  "Smoking all the time makes me feel so fuckin' good."
She exhaled a long stream of smoke into the already smoky bedroom air.  "I
love it almost as much as I liked what you did to me a minute ago," she
added, making a phantom kissing motion towards Angela.

   "God, Becki, I'm so glad we're together," Angela sighed.  "Our church is
so incredibly fucked up.  They don't want us to do any of this shit." She
reached out to touch Becki's still exposed breasts.  "They don't want us to
feel good.  Do you believe it?  Well I say, fuck them!"

   "I agree," Becki smiled.  "Fuck them!"  She loved the electric feeling of
her friend's soft hands tenderly massaging her tits.  It felt incredible.
"God, I love it when you do that, Angela," she groaned.  "Where'd you learn
to do this?"

   "It doesn't matter," her friend grinned, taking another hit on her
cigarette.  "The only important thing is that we do it.  And I bet you'd like
to do it to me, too, wouldn't you?"

   Becki giggled.  "Yeah, I would.  God, you're so beautiful, Angela.  You're
incredibly hot and so sexy.  I want to touch you," she sighed.  "Like this."
She put a hand on Angela's shoulder and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.
"Mm, it's so nice!  I love the smoky taste of kissing you!"

   Angela groaned.  "Feeling's mutual, Becki."  She took Becki's free hand,
the one that wasn't holding her cigarette, and carefully placed it on her own
breasts.  "Now feel my tits, Becki," she urged.  Becki complied.  "Oh God
that feels good!  I bet it's nice for you, too, huh?"

   Becki moaned and nodded.  Quickly she hit on her cigarette and deeply
inhaled.  She pressed her mouth against Angela's.  The two teenagers kissed
passionately.  Becki reluctantly released smoke from her lips and nostrils
and Angela eagerly drank it in.  The entire time Becki's free hand played
with Angela's tits.

   "Oh fuck," Angela finally groaned, consumed with pleasure.  "Shit, I can't
stand it any longer.  God, I have to have you, baby.  I can't wait.  I need
you now!"  Putting her cigarette in her mouth she pulled down her shorts
revealing her panties.  Like Joanne, Angela wore skimpy tight panties under
her shorts, unlike anything Becki ever saw.  "Get yours off, too, baby!
Shit, don't make me wait.  I want to bury my face in your sweet bush!"

   Becki followed suit.  She quickly and eagerly removed her shorts.  Her
panties weren't sexy and suggestive like Angela's, but her friend didn't seem
to notice or care.  Dragging frantically on her dangling cigarette Angela
reached down to pull off Becki's obviously wet underwear.  The neophyte's
soft white skin was quivering with eager anticipation.

   Angela took a hard drag on her cigarette and removed it after inhaling.
She eagerly licked her lips as she began to speak.  "Becki, baby, I'm going
to give you the ride of your life!"  This simple promise was delivered with
wanton smoky enthusiasm.  "You're already so hot and bothered, I know you'll
cum all over my fuckin' face.  But I want to hear you scream with joy.  I
want you to beg for more and more of the pleasure I'm gonna give." She turned
her head to release a slow, luxurious exhale.  "Are you ready for some of
this good shit?"

   Becki nodded eagerly.  "Fuck, yeah!  I can't wait!"  It was true.  She did
want it!  Waiting wasn't an option any longer.  "Just give it to me,
beautiful," she whispered suggestively.  "Do it to me.  Then I want to do it
to you!"

   Instantly Angela went down on her.  She felt the incomparable electricity
of Angela's face in her exposed crotch.  "Oh my God," Becki gasped
involuntarily, feeling her friend's tongue begin moving in and out.  "Holy
shit!  Fuck!  Yeah!"  Energy coursed through her body in response to the
magical feeling between her legs.  "Oh my God that's so good!  Damn!"

   "Smoke," Angela ordered from her vantage point below.  "Keep smoking, baby
while I eat you!  Don't stop smoking!"

   With shaking fingers Becki raised her cigarette to her lips to drag long
and hard.  The combination of smoke in her lungs and her friend's tongue
inside her hole was so wonderful it almost made her lose consciousness.
"Fuck," she screamed, as smoke began to escape through her elated lips.
"Yeah, keep doing that, Angela!  God damn, I fuckin' love this!"

   "Of course you do, you little bitch," Angela gasped down below.  "Keep
smoking and keep begging me for more, honey.  I love to hear you beg for it!"

   Without thinking Becki pressed Angela's face harder up against her crotch.
"Don't quit now, damn it," she gasped ecstatically.  "I want to cum!  I need
to cum!  Fuck!"

   Angela cackled.  "And I _want_ you to cum, bitch.  All over my face.  Then
I want you to eat me, honey.  I want to do the same to you.  I want to cum
all over your pretty little face, just like you will all over mine in a
second!"  Gleefully she returned to her job.

   "Oh God," Becki cried helplessly.  She hit again on her cigarette as
Angela's mouth and tongue caressed her labia.  She thought she'd pass out
from feeling the pure pleasure, more intense than anything she'd ever
experienced.  "Shit!"  She spewed more exhaled smoke through her open mouth.
"Ohhh!!"

   Angela laughed wickedly.  Her old friend and new lover began dissolving
into random ecstatic, involuntary bodily movements.  Sure enough, Becki's cum
was all over her face.  Angela eagerly licked it up.  "Gotcha, you little
bitch" she laughed wildly.  She continued to work her magic with her mouth as
Becki frantically quivered with delight.  "And next it's my fuckin' turn!"

   Unknown to the teenagers Joanne Givens was riveted to the other side of
the door with her ear pressed hard up against it.  A wicked smile crept over
her lips as she heard little Becki screaming uncontrollably in pure ecstasy.
She slowly raised her cigarette her mouth for another  hard, long, powerful
double pump.  "Yeah, that's it, my darling little girls," she groaned
happily.  She touched herself harder and expelled twin streams through her
nostrils.  "Yeah, don't you vixens dare quit now!  You're getting me off,
making me almost as hot as you.  Just keep it up!"

   And they did.

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