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Bunny and her girlfriends have a good night out. A tale of love across
the social divide.

Night Out
=========

"You're not fucking going out like that, you slut!" Screamed 
Bunny's mum as she made her way to the door of their small 
flat. "You look like a fucking whore!"

"Oh fuck off, Mum!" Bunny screamed back at her mum. "I'll wear 
what I fucking like!"

"Or not wear! Don't you have any fucking knickers? Or are you 
gonna show your cunt to every fucker?"

"Fuck off!" Sneered Bunny. "You can't tell me what to fucking do 
or wear!" 

She glanced at her image in the hall mirror, half of which was 
obscured by piles of old magazines her mum hadn't bothered to 
chuck out. Her face was heavily mascara'd and her lips were 
painted a very deep purple, but no amount of make-up could 
disguise the dark freckles around her nose and forehead. Her 
light brown hair was pulled off her face and held back by a large 
clip. Although they couldn't be seen in the mirror, she sported 
brown, rubber-sole boots laced half-way up her calf. She also 
wore a black sleeveless tee-shirt with the word 'CUNT' 
artistically arranged in the middle of it, but it wasn't that which 
annoyed her mum. It wasn't her fault if the old cow couldn't 
keep up with fashion, but Bunny knew that if you didn't flash the 
gash in this neighbourhood you were fucking nobody, girlfriend! 
And it wasn't as if she shaved it like some tarts. She kept the 
hair long enough so you had to get real close to be sure you 
could see the lips and clit and all. And her inner lips didn't drop 
out like some fucking inner tube like some sad bitches.

"Don't be back late!" yelled her mum, as Bunny slammed the 
door behind her and made her way out of the estate, past the 
graffiti on the walls and discarded needles and rubbers in the 
gutter, towards the spot by the park where she and her gang 
would meet for their night out. And there they were, or at least 
some of them, hanging out by the park bench near the lamp 
post where they'd carved their gang's initials.

There was Puss, with her shaved gash, fat-thighed Rosanne 
and skinny, hairy twatted Dilly. The three girls sat around bored 
and sullen, knickerless, booted and with similar sleeveless tee-
shirts. Puss looked up from her desultory stroking of the smooth 
shaven skin of her crotch and smiled at Bunny as she 
approached.

"Yo, Bun! Give it up, Girl!"

"Hey, girlfriend. Wassup?" responded Bunny kissing Puss on 
the cheek.

"Tongues, slut. Giss the tongues. Then I know you love me!"

"Just the tongue?" wondered Bunny, but giving Puss the full-on 
tongue to tongue that marked the gang's closeness. The warm, 
liquid, toothy taste of burger. She pulled Puss to her as the two 
battled their tongues together.

"Hey, tart! Don't you love me, too?" asked Dilly, pushing her 
face into the melee. "Giss tongue!"

And there the three were, watched by Rosanne who liked a bit 
of tongue but not so much as the others, as they took tongue to 
cheek to tooth, and rubbed each others' backs as they did so, 
hands under each others' tee-shirts, until, a few minutes later, 
their tongues sore from the probing, they pushed each other off 
and sank back onto the park bench.

"So, how's it, Bun?" asked Rosanne, puffing on her joint. "Good 
day at school? Fucked any good boys?"

"Wouldn't you fucking like to know, Ro?" Bunny replied. "My 
cunt's so fucking sore and so fucking dripping you couldn't tell it 
apart from fucking brillo."

"Yeh. Right!" Rosanne agreed, not pursuing the subject further.

The four girls squeezed together on the bench staring out 
across the park as the shadows grew longer over the grass, the 
odd glint reflecting from the discarded condoms and broken 
glass. It was gonna be a normal night out tonight, Bunny could 
see. Her and her gang, and maybe the other girls, Snoot and 
Lizzie, out in the park with a few beers, a few boys and a few 
laughs. But just now there was nothing much to do. No drugs, 
'cept the blow that Dilly passed round, and no sex, 'cept the 
tongues that didn't really count. Fuck it! If it weren't in the twat,
it
weren't nothing.

"Hey, Bun! Girlfriend! It's lager time," Dilly asserted. "We want 
some amber in the long tubes. And sweetheart. Hey. Don't you 
know it? It's your turn!"

"Oh fuck it! I'm sure it was last time."

"Don't fucking lie, you cunt!" disagreed Puss, pushing her pale 
face into Bunny's. "It's your turn, and you fucking know it. It was 
me last time. And I still can taste Mo's fucking sperm in my 
mouth!"

Bunny concurred reluctantly and just as reluctantly made her 
way to Mo Patel's Liquor Store, a run-down establishment not 
too far from the park. She hung around outside, puffing a ciggie 
while Mo served a customer, examining her skinny reflection in 
the window. Finally, and not before fucking time, the old man 
Mo had been serving shuffled out, and before the door 
slammed shut, Bunny burst in, discreetly turning round the card 
reading 'Open', so that it now read 'Closed'.

"It's tittie time!" Bunny announced, pulling up her tee-shirt to 
show off her long nippled, but otherwise rather small breasts. 
Mo, a stout Asian who clearly needed a sharper razor blade 
with which to shave his chin, smirked at the sight of a girl more 
than young enough to be his daughter.

"You'll be wanting more of the usual, you rascal?" he asked. 
"It's not gonna be no cheaper."

"Yeah! Yeah!" agreed Bunny, stepping around to the back of 
the shop where Mo was leading her, and grimacing as he pulled 
down his pants and jockeys to reveal a fat, heavy prick already 
swelling with anticipation. "Let's fucking get down to it!"

And so, behind the bamboo netting which divided the beer cans 
and packets of Marlboro from those in the store room, Bunny 
got down on her knees on the rough nylon rug, wiped her lips 
with the back of her hand and got down to business. A blow job 
was all it cost for an armful of ciggies and lager, and a blow job 
was what Mo was getting. He leaned back, supporting his bulk 
on a chipped, wooden table as Bunny ran her tongue up and 
down the length of his prick, stroking his balls with her fingers, 
and watched it grow and swell, the veins pumping up and 
pressing contours into her lips. And then, mouth fully open, she 
pulled his prick into her mouth while his heavy, hairy hands 
groped around her tee-shirt for the tiny titties he so enjoyed 
massaging. Bunny's mind was as much on this prick as it was 
on thoughts of her school day and the boys she'd fucked with 
and how different their younger, smoother pricks were to this 
old fuck's. And then she felt the spasms of his penis, and knew 
that she had to move fast to both release Mo's come and to 
stop him staining her black tee-shirt. She didn't want Mo's 
sperm on the 'CUNT' on her chest anymore than she'd want it 
on the cunt between her legs.

And soon she was back with the gang, laden down with 
Marlboros, Bensons, Kronenbergs and Buds. Snoot and Lizzie 
had turned up now and were sitting on a patch of grass, 
passing joints around. Snoot was totally bald, more the result of 
chemotherapy for her leukaemia than as a fashion statement, 
and Lizzie was wearing one of her floppy hats which obscured 
most of her face, and above all the scar over her eye she'd got 
at that night club once. 

"Yo, girlfriend!" Snoot cried. "Liquid refreshment. Gimme! 
Gimme!"

"Yeah. Wow! Give it up girl!" chorused Lizzie, scratching the 
ragged strands of her crotch.

And so the evening proceeded, six girls in the park, necking it 
down, choking on nicotine, phlegming on the tarmac and 
pissing by the bushes. The blow made them giggle, the beer 
made them piss and the dusk turned them into shadows.

"Fuck! My cunt itches!" declared Lizzie. "What it needs is a good 
seeing to! Ain't there no dicks round here when you need one?"

"What you need is the good old lip suction, baby," diagnosed 
Puss. "I'd do it, but I'm too busy rolling a fat one. How's about 
you, Bun? D'you need some fish supper after Mo's hot dog and 
juice?"

Bunny was more than obliging. The taste of cunt wasn't an offer 
she'd often turn down. "You just hold me off, Puss. There ain't 
nothing in the world that I couldn't do more with than rock 
salmon pie!"

Lizzie's wasn't the tastiest vagina she'd ever tongued. That 
honour was still held by Dilly, but Dilly was never as keen as 
Bunny was. But Lizzie's was a good one. Still quite smooth 
lipped, nothing hanging out, and the hair was relatively short so 
it didn't get up her nose like Rosanne's did. Bunny was on her 
knees a second time this evening, while Lizzie spread her 
knees allowing Bunny's tongue full access to the folds and 
smells of fresh young vulva. As she busied herself, ass out in 
the air, knees resting on grass, passers-by could easily see 
what she was up to and discreetly averted their eyes so as not 
to attract the taunts and insults of the Westmoreland Park 
Posse. 

"So, girlfriend. What's it tonight?" speculated Puss, lighting up 
her joint. "Cod? Haddock? Roe?"

Bunny raised her head: saliva and warm cunt juice trickling 
down her tongue. "Nah! It's the finest caviar! You can see the 
little black eggs in there!"

"I fucking hope not, Bun!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I ain't had nothing 
wrong with me down there for weeks. And I ain't never had 
warts neither. Not like fucking Snoot."

"They weren't warts!" Snoot disagreed. "I don't know what it 
was, but it weren't warts!"

And then the girls were back together huddled in the dark, 
jeering and laughing and cackling and puffing and swigging. 
Bunny was feeling a little shagged. A blow job and a tonguing 
and she was already a bit tired. Her mouth ached, but her cunt 
itched, so she knew there was more to do tonight to satisfy her 
urges.

"Oi!" shouted Puss. "If it ain't that fucking prick tease Stephanie 
Dolores!"

Bunny looked up from the top of her bottle of Becks that she'd 
been contemplating the past ten minutes. Indeed there she 
was, Steph, the girl from school with the plaits who sat in her 
class and came top in almost every fucking test. Although she 
was so obviously a different class of girl to her mates and 
herself, Bunny always felt somewhat in awe of her. In fact, as 
she watched Steph approach, grabbing her shoulder bag close 
to the blouse which came below her breasts, but showed off her 
slim waist, she felt a strange feeling that she was sure was 
because she'd drunk too much strong lager. Steph's long white 
legs strode by, a pair of white panties hiding not much thigh but 
all of her crotch, and small black lace-ups from which Steph's 
sweet white cotton socks clung to her ankles.

"Oi! Stephanie!" shouted Dilly. "You not gonna greet your school 
chums, then!"

Steph looked up, perhaps because she was so rarely 
addressed by her full unabbreviated name, took in the faces of 
the girls, and then lowered her face and quickened her stride.

"You're a fucking cunt, ain't you!" swore Snoot. "No fucking 
manners!" She jumped up and ran over to Steph as she strode 
away, and then let loose a stream of piss which stained Steph's 
polished black shoes, dampened her white cotton socks and 
splattered on her slim long calves. Steph strode off faster, not 
daring to look back. The girls started laughing and shouting and 
calling her names. All of them, that is, except Bunny who was 
actually blushing from a strange sense of shame which didn't 
often trouble her, but did on this occasion.

Still, any residual sense of reserve she had was soon gone 
when Grolsch and Shadow spotted them later as they were 
coming home from wherever they'd been. The two lads were 
clearly a bit high on something, but not something that had 
fucked them up too much. "Hey, it's the fucking fucking girls of 
Westie Park!" Grolsch cried, gripping a can of beer in his hand.

"If it ain't the fuckers of fuck who cares where!" replied Snoot. 
"Or ain't you fuckers no more?"

"We can fuck, girls," Shadow countered. "We can fuck any slut 
or whore who wants the fuck of her fucking life."

Bunny smiled. She quite liked Shadow and Grolsch. They 
weren't as bad as some boys, though you couldn't call them 
gentle. But they weren't too rough either. Both of them were 
quite slim, in their black vests and thong-shaped cod-pieces 
that both hid and emphasised what they had to offer to a girl 
who might be feeling hard up. Like the girls they wore rubber-
soled boots, but these mothers came higher up the calves and 
could kick the shit out of any cunt who crossed them.

But it was a fucking that Bunny wanted, and what she got along 
with the others, in the dark shadows of the bushes. Shadow's 
prick was long and thin and black, just like the man himself: 
good for the ass and good up the front too. And in it was, his 
favourite hole, though not really Bunny's, humping back and 
forth while Puss licked at his balls and Lizzie ran her tongue 
over her face. Soon the salty taste of saliva, which slightly 
itched against her cheeks were splattered with the warmth and 
stickiness of Grolsch's own come; or that he'd not already 
loosed into Snoot. And the girls shrieked and yelled and 
cackled and swore as they took turns on the autumn grass 
under the dark skies. Bunny didn't give a flying fuck what 
people thought of her and her mates. A good fuck was a good 
fuck, and she loved it. And then the night out would settle down 
with a few more tokes and a last tube of Bud as the boys and 
the gang collapsed in a heap under the half moon and the 
bright twinkle of the hovering space stations.

It was late. And her mum would give her an earful for it. But 
what did Bunny fucking care? You're only ever young once in 
your fucking life!

In the morning, however, Bunny didn't feel quite so smart, as 
bleary-eyed and hung over, she made her way to school on the 
bus, clutching her satchel and wearing the sweater and slacks 
that passed as a school uniform in this corner of Comanche 
County. She sat quiet and quite reserved when she saw Steph 
board the bus and pointedly sit on a seat by herself quite a way 
from Bunny. Oh no! thought Bunny. We dissed her last night. 
What should I do?

And then, quite uncharacteristically, Bunny got up out of her 
seat and approached the seat next to Steph's. "Hey, Steph! 
Y'don't mind if I join you?"

Steph looked up with barely concealed disdain, but had to go 
along with it. "No, of course not, Bunny. Feel free."

"Look, Steph. I just wanted to apologise. You know? For last 
night and all. You know? When Snoot got out of hand. I mean it 
was just out of order. You know't I mean?"

"Well, that's very gracious of you, Bunny," Steph replied, still 
looking ill at ease. "I wasn't expecting an apology from you or 
any of your gang. But I can't say I appreciated being urinated 
on."

"No, o' course not! Snoot's just a bit wild like that. Must be the 
cancer and all, y'know. Makes her a bit wacked out." Bunny 
wasn't so bothered about a bit of piss herself of course, but she 
understood that it depended on the circumstances. It was one 
thing during a gang bang, and another when you weren't ready 
for it.

"Are you sure it's not the booze or the pills that make her like 
that?"

"Well, that and all, I guess!" smiled Bunny. "She's a real wild 
gal!"

Despite herself, Steph smiled back and Bunny suddenly felt a 
thump of emotion catch her chest. Fuck! Steph was fucking 
gorgeous! Big smiling teeth in a wide red lipsticked mouth, that 
slightly retrouss  nose and those pale freckles around the 
nostrils. Those girls from the better side of the park certainly 
knew how to look good. And as the girls chatted about school 
and teachers and tests and stuff, Bunny got to appreciate Steph 
even more. She was some sharp girl! Bunny just wanted to take 
Steph's manicured hand in her own rather rough one and 
squeeze it tight. And maybe press her lips against Steph's 
smiling lips. And maybe maybe maybe. After all. What delights 
did Steph have between her legs? And what would be the feel 
of her pale freckled skin against her own slightly olive flesh? 

Oh fuck! What was she thinking? I mean, she liked girls. Well, 
girls were good. Not quite the real thing. I mean, there was no 
fucking dick to grab onto. But good nonetheless. A good rub 
together and a bit of tittie lick. Nothing better. 'Cept, she was 
sure, a good hard fuck. But what she was feeling for Steph was 
something else. A kind of third thing. Not a feeling Bunny was 
really sure about. And she felt a kind of silliness and stupidity 
engulf her as she chatted and chatted with Steph with a kind of 
depth and openness she so rarely indulged with the girls in the 
gang. Even Puss. And Puss was her favourite girlfriend!

In the classroom, Bunny sat at the back by herself. Snoot had 
clearly not made it in today. And neither had Puss, but that was 
normal for her. However, not having her classmates around 
meant that she had a clear uninterrupted view of Steph who, as 
always, was right at the front of the class, right under the 
teacher's nose, just next to that prissy Pru she was always sat 
next to. Pru wasn't that bad-looking really, Bunny had to admit, 
even if she did wear glasses and all. She had long straight 
black hair and had a taste for pink and lavender clothes which 
matched well with her pale skin. But compared to Steph, Bunny 
could see that now, there was just no one at all in the 
classroom, or even in the whole fucking school, that could 
match her. Steph was a real babe, and she didn't even seem to 
know it! Perhaps that was what Bunny was getting off Steph so 
strong. Whatever it was, it was strong, so fucking strong it hurt. 
Like a tightening of the chest and a flush on the cheeks. 

"So, Bunny, what is the capital city of Canada?"

"You what?" responded Bunny, even more distracted than 
usual. "Canada? I dunno! Seattle, I s'pose."

At this the rest of the class laughed at her ignorance. Normally, 
Bunny would react with at least a swear word and almost 
certainly a gesture, but today she felt quite subdued, even 
ashamed. What would Steph think of her? Not even knowing 
the capital of Canada. Perhaps she should have been paying 
more attention to the teacher rather than the girl sitting in front 
of him.

At lunchtime, while puffing at a Marlboro with some boys, Bunny 
could see Steph making her way out of the school gates by 
herself. At first she thought nothing of it, but as she saw the girl 
trounce off down the road with her plaits bouncing behind her, 
she suddenly thought better off it.

"Fuck it! I've forgotten something!" she lied to her friends as she 
ran out of the school throwing the half-finished cigarette away 
as she ran, hoping that she'd be able to catch up with Steph. 
She wasn't sure why, but she knew she just had to chat with the 
girl. She couldn't just let all that warm feeling in her just 
dissipate. Although it hurt, it was also warm and pleasant and 
squidgy. And, girl, you don't pass up on a good thing!

"Hey Steph, you going anywhere in particular?" Bunny asked 
breathlessly when she caught up with her classmate.

"Well," hesitated Steph, "not anywhere in particular. No. I just 
thought I'd go for a walk. Get away a bit. It's a nice day."

"You don't mind if I come with you, do you, Steph?"

"Erm. Well. I mean, you're not trying to trap me in some of your 
shit are you? Your friends aren't waiting to attack me and piss 
on me again, are they?"

Bunny felt this retort like a smack on the face. She stood 
transfixed, somehow horrified that this girl who she, who she, 
who she quite liked, could think that she, of all people, could, 
y'know, could ... Her face burned and she could feel some kind 
of a tear push against her eyelids. What the fuck was wrong 
with her?

Steph could see the genuineness of Bunny's reaction, and she 
relented. "OK. I'm just going for a walk. Down to the canal. That 
OK with you?"

"Yeah, that's sweet!" Agreed a somewhat relieved Bunny.

Conversation became more relaxed as the two girls walked 
along, Bunny on the best of her behaviour, not swearing or 
cursing that much, and hanging on every word that Steph 
uttered, enjoying the soft nasal burr of her voice, the lips as they 
opened and shut, and those shiny white teeth, clearly the better 
for all those years of having been encased in a metal brace.

They walked along the dreary streets to the canal, which was 
wide and bright, and along which there was the usual busy 
traffic of joggers and cyclists. The two girls sat on a bench just 
by the canal-side, with the view of some swans, a sunken 
supermarket trolley and a Coke factory. Steph was talking about 
the last holiday she'd had with her parents in the Rockies and 
how different it was up there, while Bunny hang on her every 
word, watching her mouth and eyes and that long slim neck 
which was so fucking kissable it was killing her. Bunny 
stretched her hand out and took Steph's hand in hers: a soppy 
gesture that surprised her and slightly alarmed Steph. But not 
so much that she pulled her hand away.

Fuck! Steph was so gorgeous. Those breasts under the 
sweater, which heaved as she spoke, the legs hidden under the 
slacks which Bunny remembered so well from the night before 
and that mouth. Fucking lush! How could a girl look so good? 
 From inside, she could feel the melting of ice cream sinking 
down her throat and a thumping of her heart.

Until she bear it no longer. That mouth! Those teeth! Those lips! 
All of a sudden, and it surprised her and she hated it, but she 
couldn't help it, but wasn't it so right? And why not? She leaned 
her face into Steph's face, one hand around the back of Steph's 
long neck, the other groping for those beautiful breasts under 
the sweater, and full on, tongue to mouth onto her.

"Fuck off, Bunny!" Steph suddenly shrieked. "What the fuck do 
you think you're doing?"

And with that, she pushed Bunny off and strode away, not even 
pausing (and Bunny checked every one of the girl's receding 
steps) to turn around and see how Bunny was.

Nor how miserable she was! She sat on the bench for hours, 
tears streaming down her face, occasional gasps of woe, 
feeling more miserable than she could ever remember. Only the 
comforting thought that her rejection was because Steph just 
didn't like girls made it better. A refrain that echoed again and 
again, through the blear of her tears. After all, some girls were 
real fussy like that. Bunny couldn't really understand it, but she 
knew from what she'd been told that some girls were real 
particular. A dick or nothing. That was their fucking problem. 
Not hers!

However, even that comfort was robbed her when after school, 
and hidden behind the bushes or whatever else she could find, 
she discreetly followed Steph walk home with that fucking prissy 
Pru. And then, when they thought no one could see them, the 
two girls cuddled up to each other and gave each other the 
tongue treatment that Bunny had yearned for so much, two 
young girls ravenously snogging each other, hands on each 
other butts or feeling their breasts. Fuck no! cried Bunny 
voicelessly as the full impact of her rejection hit hard and even 
harder, as Steph and Pru gasped and panted from the effort of 
their oral loving, expressing for each other a strength of emotion 
and passion that Bunny thought she knew, but now knew she'd 
never really known at all.

But she had the night out to look forward to. Back in Westie 
Park with the posse. And she'd no problem in getting the 
tongue treatment she'd so needed that day. Puss gave her 
best, sensing her best girlfriend was somehow upset, and 
happy at the strong smell of unrequited passion that oozed from 
her cunt. And Snoot, also seeing her friend was in need, took 
Bunny's mouth in hers and gave her so much tongue and tooth 
and lip and sweet sweet saliva, that Bunny was able to forget 
for just a while the passion that had gripped her all day.

And then, when the Bulmer Street Boys made their 
appearance, that misery could all go to fuck. After all, there was 
Grebo and Danny and Buddy and Griff and Nick Nasty. And all 
the girls joined the boys in Nick's place on the bed for a real full 
on fuck, getting their cunts and ass-holes real lubed up, with 
plenty of blow, some GBH and some spiked shit, and what with 
the amber and ciggies, and the fucking and the blowing... Well, 
what could a young girl say?

And as she gasped and swore and panted with Griff's dick up 
her ass and Buddy's dick spurting on her face and Lizzie 
lapping at her cunt, and her mouth on Rosanne's mouth, well 
what the fuck could she give for fucking Steph and that fucking 
prissy Pru? After all, there was no point yearning after 
something you just weren't meant to have. 



"You're not fucking going out like that, you slut!" Screamed 
Bunny's mum as she made her way to the door of their small 
flat. "You look like a fucking whore!"

"Oh fuck off, Mum!" Bunny screamed back at her mum. "I'll wear 
what I fucking like!"

"Or not wear! Don't you have any fucking knickers? Or are you 
gonna show your cunt to every fucker?"

"Fuck off!" Sneered Bunny. "You can't tell me what to fucking do 
or wear!" 

She glanced at her image in the hall mirror, half of which was 
obscured by piles of old magazines her mum hadn't bothered to 
chuck out. Her face was heavily mascara'd and her lips were 
painted a very deep purple, but no amount of make-up could 
disguise the dark freckles around her nose and forehead. Her 
light brown hair was pulled off her face and held back by a large 
clip. Although they couldn't be seen in the mirror, she sported 
brown, rubber-sole boots laced half-way up her calf. She also 
wore a black sleeveless tee-shirt with the word 'CUNT' 
artistically arranged in the middle of it, but it wasn't that which 
annoyed her mum. It wasn't her fault if the old cow couldn't 
keep up with fashion, but Bunny knew that if you didn't flash the 
gash in this neighbourhood you were fucking nobody, girlfriend! 
And it wasn't as if she shaved it like some tarts. She kept the 
hair long enough so you had to get real close to be sure you 
could see the lips and clit and all. And her inner lips didn't drop 
out like some fucking inner tube like some sad bitches.

"Don't be back late!" yelled her mum, as Bunny slammed the 
door behind her and made her way out of the estate, past the 
graffiti on the walls and discarded needles and rubbers in the 
gutter, towards the spot by the park where she and her gang 
would meet for their night out. And there they were, or at least 
some of them, hanging out by the park bench near the lamp 
post where they'd carved their gang's initials.

There was Puss, with her shaved gash, fat-thighed Rosanne 
and skinny, hairy twatted Dilly. The three girls sat around bored 
and sullen, knickerless, booted and with similar sleeveless tee-
shirts. Puss looked up from her desultory stroking of the smooth 
shaven skin of her crotch and smiled at Bunny as she 
approached.

"Yo, Bun! Give it up, Girl!"

"Hey, girlfriend. Wassup?" responded Bunny kissing Puss on 
the cheek.

"Tongues, slut. Giss the tongues. Then I know you love me!"

"Just the tongue?" wondered Bunny, but giving Puss the full-on 
tongue to tongue that marked the gang's closeness. The warm, 
liquid, toothy taste of burger. She pulled Puss to her as the two 
battled their tongues together.

"Hey, tart! Don't you love me, too?" asked Dilly, pushing her 
face into the melee. "Giss tongue!"

And there the three were, watched by Rosanne who liked a bit 
of tongue but not so much as the others, as they took tongue to 
cheek to tooth, and rubbed each others' backs as they did so, 
hands under each others' tee-shirts, until, a few minutes later, 
their tongues sore from the probing, they pushed each other off 
and sank back onto the park bench.

"So, how's it, Bun?" asked Rosanne, puffing on her joint. "Good 
day at school? Fucked any good boys?"

"Wouldn't you fucking like to know, Ro?" Bunny replied. "My 
cunt's so fucking sore and so fucking dripping you couldn't tell it 
apart from fucking brillo."

"Yeh. Right!" Rosanne agreed, not pursuing the subject further.

The four girls squeezed together on the bench staring out 
across the park as the shadows grew longer over the grass, the 
odd glint reflecting from the discarded condoms and broken 
glass. It was gonna be a normal night out tonight, Bunny could 
see. Her and her gang, and maybe the other girls, Snoot and 
Lizzie, out in the park with a few beers, a few boys and a few 
laughs. But just now there was nothing much to do. No drugs, 
'cept the blow that Dilly passed round, and no sex, 'cept the 
tongues that didn't really count. Fuck it! If it weren't in the twat,
it
weren't nothing.

"Hey, Bun! Girlfriend! It's lager time," Dilly asserted. "We want 
some amber in the long tubes. And sweetheart. Hey. Don't you 
know it? It's your turn!"

"Oh fuck it! I'm sure it was last time."

"Don't fucking lie, you cunt!" disagreed Puss, pushing her pale 
face into Bunny's. "It's your turn, and you fucking know it. It was 
me last time. And I still can taste Mo's fucking sperm in my 
mouth!"

Bunny concurred reluctantly and just as reluctantly made her 
way to Mo Patel's Liquor Store, a run-down establishment not 
too far from the park. She hung around outside, puffing a ciggie 
while Mo served a customer, examining her skinny reflection in 
the window. Finally, and not before fucking time, the old man 
Mo had been serving shuffled out, and before the door 
slammed shut, Bunny burst in, discreetly turning round the card 
reading 'Open', so that it now read 'Closed'.

"It's tittie time!" Bunny announced, pulling up her tee-shirt to 
show off her long nippled, but otherwise rather small breasts. 
Mo, a stout Asian who clearly needed a sharper razor blade 
with which to shave his chin, smirked at the sight of a girl more 
than young enough to be his daughter.

"You'll be wanting more of the usual, you rascal?" he asked. 
"It's not gonna be no cheaper."

"Yeah! Yeah!" agreed Bunny, stepping around to the back of 
the shop where Mo was leading her, and grimacing as he pulled 
down his pants and jockeys to reveal a fat, heavy prick already 
swelling with anticipation. "Let's fucking get down to it!"

And so, behind the bamboo netting which divided the beer cans 
and packets of Marlboro from those in the store room, Bunny 
got down on her knees on the rough nylon rug, wiped her lips 
with the back of her hand and got down to business. A blow job 
was all it cost for an armful of ciggies and lager, and a blow job 
was what Mo was getting. He leaned back, supporting his bulk 
on a chipped, wooden table as Bunny ran her tongue up and 
down the length of his prick, stroking his balls with her fingers, 
and watched it grow and swell, the veins pumping up and 
pressing contours into her lips. And then, mouth fully open, she 
pulled his prick into her mouth while his heavy, hairy hands 
groped around her tee-shirt for the tiny titties he so enjoyed 
massaging. Bunny's mind was as much on this prick as it was 
on thoughts of her school day and the boys she'd fucked with 
and how different their younger, smoother pricks were to this 
old fuck's. And then she felt the spasms of his penis, and knew 
that she had to move fast to both release Mo's come and to 
stop him staining her black tee-shirt. She didn't want Mo's 
sperm on the 'CUNT' on her chest anymore than she'd want it 
on the cunt between her legs.

And soon she was back with the gang, laden down with 
Marlboros, Bensons, Kronenbergs and Buds. Snoot and Lizzie 
had turned up now and were sitting on a patch of grass, 
passing joints around. Snoot was totally bald, more the result of 
chemotherapy for her leukaemia than as a fashion statement, 
and Lizzie was wearing one of her floppy hats which obscured 
most of her face, and above all the scar over her eye she'd got 
at that night club once. 

"Yo, girlfriend!" Snoot cried. "Liquid refreshment. Gimme! 
Gimme!"

"Yeah. Wow! Give it up girl!" chorused Lizzie, scratching the 
ragged strands of her crotch.

And so the evening proceeded, six girls in the park, necking it 
down, choking on nicotine, phlegming on the tarmac and 
pissing by the bushes. The blow made them giggle, the beer 
made them piss and the dusk turned them into shadows.

"Fuck! My cunt itches!" declared Lizzie. "What it needs is a good 
seeing to! Ain't there no dicks round here when you need one?"

"What you need is the good old lip suction, baby," diagnosed 
Puss. "I'd do it, but I'm too busy rolling a fat one. How's about 
you, Bun? D'you need some fish supper after Mo's hot dog and 
juice?"

Bunny was more than obliging. The taste of cunt wasn't an offer 
she'd often turn down. "You just hold me off, Puss. There ain't 
nothing in the world that I couldn't do more with than rock 
salmon pie!"

Lizzie's wasn't the tastiest vagina she'd ever tongued. That 
honour was still held by Dilly, but Dilly was never as keen as 
Bunny was. But Lizzie's was a good one. Still quite smooth 
lipped, nothing hanging out, and the hair was relatively short so 
it didn't get up her nose like Rosanne's did. Bunny was on her 
knees a second time this evening, while Lizzie spread her 
knees allowing Bunny's tongue full access to the folds and 
smells of fresh young vulva. As she busied herself, ass out in 
the air, knees resting on grass, passers-by could easily see 
what she was up to and discreetly averted their eyes so as not 
to attract the taunts and insults of the Westmoreland Park 
Posse. 

"So, girlfriend. What's it tonight?" speculated Puss, lighting up 
her joint. "Cod? Haddock? Roe?"

Bunny raised her head: saliva and warm cunt juice trickling 
down her tongue. "Nah! It's the finest caviar! You can see the 
little black eggs in there!"

"I fucking hope not, Bun!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I ain't had nothing 
wrong with me down there for weeks. And I ain't never had 
warts neither. Not like fucking Snoot."

"They weren't warts!" Snoot disagreed. "I don't know what it 
was, but it weren't warts!"

And then the girls were back together huddled in the dark, 
jeering and laughing and cackling and puffing and swigging. 
Bunny was feeling a little shagged. A blow job and a tonguing 
and she was already a bit tired. Her mouth ached, but her cunt 
itched, so she knew there was more to do tonight to satisfy her 
urges.

"Oi!" shouted Puss. "If it ain't that fucking prick tease Stephanie 
Dolores!"

Bunny looked up from the top of her bottle of Becks that she'd 
been contemplating the past ten minutes. Indeed there she 
was, Steph, the girl from school with the plaits who sat in her 
class and came top in almost every fucking test. Although she 
was so obviously a different class of girl to her mates and 
herself, Bunny always felt somewhat in awe of her. In fact, as 
she watched Steph approach, grabbing her shoulder bag close 
to the blouse which came below her breasts, but showed off her 
slim waist, she felt a strange feeling that she was sure was 
because she'd drunk too much strong lager. Steph's long white 
legs strode by, a pair of white panties hiding not much thigh but 
all of her crotch, and small black lace-ups from which Steph's 
sweet white cotton socks clung to her ankles.

"Oi! Stephanie!" shouted Dilly. "You not gonna greet your school 
chums, then!"

Steph looked up, perhaps because she was so rarely 
addressed by her full unabbreviated name, took in the faces of 
the girls, and then lowered her face and quickened her stride.

"You're a fucking cunt, ain't you!" swore Snoot. "No fucking 
manners!" She jumped up and ran over to Steph as she strode 
away, and then let loose a stream of piss which stained Steph's 
polished black shoes, dampened her white cotton socks and 
splattered on her slim long calves. Steph strode off faster, not 
daring to look back. The girls started laughing and shouting and 
calling her names. All of them, that is, except Bunny who was 
actually blushing from a strange sense of shame which didn't 
often trouble her, but did on this occasion.

Still, any residual sense of reserve she had was soon gone 
when Grolsch and Shadow spotted them later as they were 
coming home from wherever they'd been. The two lads were 
clearly a bit high on something, but not something that had 
fucked them up too much. "Hey, it's the fucking fucking girls of 
Westie Park!" Grolsch cried, gripping a can of beer in his hand.

"If it ain't the fuckers of fuck who cares where!" replied Snoot. 
"Or ain't you fuckers no more?"

"We can fuck, girls," Shadow countered. "We can fuck any slut 
or whore who wants the fuck of her fucking life."

Bunny smiled. She quite liked Shadow and Grolsch. They 
weren't as bad as some boys, though you couldn't call them 
gentle. But they weren't too rough either. Both of them were 
quite slim, in their black vests and thong-shaped cod-pieces 
that both hid and emphasised what they had to offer to a girl 
who might be feeling hard up. Like the girls they wore rubber-
soled boots, but these mothers came higher up the calves and 
could kick the shit out of any cunt who crossed them.

But it was a fucking that Bunny wanted, and what she got along 
with the others, in the dark shadows of the bushes. Shadow's 
prick was long and thin and black, just like the man himself: 
good for the ass and good up the front too. And in it was, his 
favourite hole, though not really Bunny's, humping back and 
forth while Puss licked at his balls and Lizzie ran her tongue 
over her face. Soon the salty taste of saliva, which slightly 
itched against her cheeks were splattered with the warmth and 
stickiness of Grolsch's own come; or that he'd not already 
loosed into Snoot. And the girls shrieked and yelled and 
cackled and swore as they took turns on the autumn grass 
under the dark skies. Bunny didn't give a flying fuck what 
people thought of her and her mates. A good fuck was a good 
fuck, and she loved it. And then the night out would settle down 
with a few more tokes and a last tube of Bud as the boys and 
the gang collapsed in a heap under the half moon and the 
bright twinkle of the hovering space stations.

It was late. And her mum would give her an earful for it. But 
what did Bunny fucking care? You're only ever young once in 
your fucking life!

In the morning, however, Bunny didn't feel quite so smart, as 
bleary-eyed and hung over, she made her way to school on the 
bus, clutching her satchel and wearing the sweater and slacks 
that passed as a school uniform in this corner of Comanche 
County. She sat quiet and quite reserved when she saw Steph 
board the bus and pointedly sit on a seat by herself quite a way 
from Bunny. Oh no! thought Bunny. We dissed her last night. 
What should I do?

And then, quite uncharacteristically, Bunny got up out of her 
seat and approached the seat next to Steph's. "Hey, Steph! 
Y'don't mind if I join you?"

Steph looked up with barely concealed disdain, but had to go 
along with it. "No, of course not, Bunny. Feel free."

"Look, Steph. I just wanted to apologise. You know? For last 
night and all. You know? When Snoot got out of hand. I mean it 
was just out of order. You know't I mean?"

"Well, that's very gracious of you, Bunny," Steph replied, still 
looking ill at ease. "I wasn't expecting an apology from you or 
any of your gang. But I can't say I appreciated being urinated 
on."

"No, o' course not! Snoot's just a bit wild like that. Must be the 
cancer and all, y'know. Makes her a bit wacked out." Bunny 
wasn't so bothered about a bit of piss herself of course, but she 
understood that it depended on the circumstances. It was one 
thing during a gang bang, and another when you weren't ready 
for it.

"Are you sure it's not the booze or the pills that make her like 
that?"

"Well, that and all, I guess!" smiled Bunny. "She's a real wild 
gal!"

Despite herself, Steph smiled back and Bunny suddenly felt a 
thump of emotion catch her chest. Fuck! Steph was fucking 
gorgeous! Big smiling teeth in a wide red lipsticked mouth, that 
slightly retrouss  nose and those pale freckles around the 
nostrils. Those girls from the better side of the park certainly 
knew how to look good. And as the girls chatted about school 
and teachers and tests and stuff, Bunny got to appreciate Steph 
even more. She was some sharp girl! Bunny just wanted to take 
Steph's manicured hand in her own rather rough one and 
squeeze it tight. And maybe press her lips against Steph's 
smiling lips. And maybe maybe maybe. After all. What delights 
did Steph have between her legs? And what would be the feel 
of her pale freckled skin against her own slightly olive flesh? 

Oh fuck! What was she thinking? I mean, she liked girls. Well, 
girls were good. Not quite the real thing. I mean, there was no 
fucking dick to grab onto. But good nonetheless. A good rub 
together and a bit of tittie lick. Nothing better. 'Cept, she was 
sure, a good hard fuck. But what she was feeling for Steph was 
something else. A kind of third thing. Not a feeling Bunny was 
really sure about. And she felt a kind of silliness and stupidity 
engulf her as she chatted and chatted with Steph with a kind of 
depth and openness she so rarely indulged with the girls in the 
gang. Even Puss. And Puss was her favourite girlfriend!

In the classroom, Bunny sat at the back by herself. Snoot had 
clearly not made it in today. And neither had Puss, but that was 
normal for her. However, not having her classmates around 
meant that she had a clear uninterrupted view of Steph who, as 
always, was right at the front of the class, right under the 
teacher's nose, just next to that prissy Pru she was always sat 
next to. Pru wasn't that bad-looking really, Bunny had to admit, 
even if she did wear glasses and all. She had long straight 
black hair and had a taste for pink and lavender clothes which 
matched well with her pale skin. But compared to Steph, Bunny 
could see that now, there was just no one at all in the 
classroom, or even in the whole fucking school, that could 
match her. Steph was a real babe, and she didn't even seem to 
know it! Perhaps that was what Bunny was getting off Steph so 
strong. Whatever it was, it was strong, so fucking strong it hurt. 
Like a tightening of the chest and a flush on the cheeks. 

"So, Bunny, what is the capital city of Canada?"

"You what?" responded Bunny, even more distracted than 
usual. "Canada? I dunno! Seattle, I s'pose."

At this the rest of the class laughed at her ignorance. Normally, 
Bunny would react with at least a swear word and almost 
certainly a gesture, but today she felt quite subdued, even 
ashamed. What would Steph think of her? Not even knowing 
the capital of Canada. Perhaps she should have been paying 
more attention to the teacher rather than the girl sitting in front 
of him.

At lunchtime, while puffing at a Marlboro with some boys, Bunny 
could see Steph making her way out of the school gates by 
herself. At first she thought nothing of it, but as she saw the girl 
trounce off down the road with her plaits bouncing behind her, 
she suddenly thought better off it.

"Fuck it! I've forgotten something!" she lied to her friends as she 
ran out of the school throwing the half-finished cigarette away 
as she ran, hoping that she'd be able to catch up with Steph. 
She wasn't sure why, but she knew she just had to chat with the 
girl. She couldn't just let all that warm feeling in her just 
dissipate. Although it hurt, it was also warm and pleasant and 
squidgy. And, girl, you don't pass up on a good thing!

"Hey Steph, you going anywhere in particular?" Bunny asked 
breathlessly when she caught up with her classmate.

"Well," hesitated Steph, "not anywhere in particular. No. I just 
thought I'd go for a walk. Get away a bit. It's a nice day."

"You don't mind if I come with you, do you, Steph?"

"Erm. Well. I mean, you're not trying to trap me in some of your 
shit are you? Your friends aren't waiting to attack me and piss 
on me again, are they?"

Bunny felt this retort like a smack on the face. She stood 
transfixed, somehow horrified that this girl who she, who she, 
who she quite liked, could think that she, of all people, could, 
y'know, could ... Her face burned and she could feel some kind 
of a tear push against her eyelids. What the fuck was wrong 
with her?

Steph could see the genuineness of Bunny's reaction, and she 
relented. "OK. I'm just going for a walk. Down to the canal. That 
OK with you?"

"Yeah, that's sweet!" Agreed a somewhat relieved Bunny.

Conversation became more relaxed as the two girls walked 
along, Bunny on the best of her behaviour, not swearing or 
cursing that much, and hanging on every word that Steph 
uttered, enjoying the soft nasal burr of her voice, the lips as they 
opened and shut, and those shiny white teeth, clearly the better 
for all those years of having been encased in a metal brace.

They walked along the dreary streets to the canal, which was 
wide and bright, and along which there was the usual busy 
traffic of joggers and cyclists. The two girls sat on a bench just 
by the canal-side, with the view of some swans, a sunken 
supermarket trolley and a Coke factory. Steph was talking about 
the last holiday she'd had with her parents in the Rockies and 
how different it was up there, while Bunny hang on her every 
word, watching her mouth and eyes and that long slim neck 
which was so fucking kissable it was killing her. Bunny 
stretched her hand out and took Steph's hand in hers: a soppy 
gesture that surprised her and slightly alarmed Steph. But not 
so much that she pulled her hand away.

Fuck! Steph was so gorgeous. Those breasts under the 
sweater, which heaved as she spoke, the legs hidden under the 
slacks which Bunny remembered so well from the night before 
and that mouth. Fucking lush! How could a girl look so good? 
 From inside, she could feel the melting of ice cream sinking 
down her throat and a thumping of her heart.

Until she bear it no longer. That mouth! Those teeth! Those lips! 
All of a sudden, and it surprised her and she hated it, but she 
couldn't help it, but wasn't it so right? And why not? She leaned 
her face into Steph's face, one hand around the back of Steph's 
long neck, the other groping for those beautiful breasts under 
the sweater, and full on, tongue to mouth onto her.

"Fuck off, Bunny!" Steph suddenly shrieked. "What the fuck do 
you think you're doing?"

And with that, she pushed Bunny off and strode away, not even 
pausing (and Bunny checked every one of the girl's receding 
steps) to turn around and see how Bunny was.

Nor how miserable she was! She sat on the bench for hours, 
tears streaming down her face, occasional gasps of woe, 
feeling more miserable than she could ever remember. Only the 
comforting thought that her rejection was because Steph just 
didn't like girls made it better. A refrain that echoed again and 
again, through the blear of her tears. After all, some girls were 
real fussy like that. Bunny couldn't really understand it, but she 
knew from what she'd been told that some girls were real 
particular. A dick or nothing. That was their fucking problem. 
Not hers!

However, even that comfort was robbed her when after school, 
and hidden behind the bushes or whatever else she could find, 
she discreetly followed Steph walk home with that fucking prissy 
Pru. And then, when they thought no one could see them, the 
two girls cuddled up to each other and gave each other the 
tongue treatment that Bunny had yearned for so much, two 
young girls ravenously snogging each other, hands on each 
other butts or feeling their breasts. Fuck no! cried Bunny 
voicelessly as the full impact of her rejection hit hard and even 
harder, as Steph and Pru gasped and panted from the effort of 
their oral loving, expressing for each other a strength of emotion 
and passion that Bunny thought she knew, but now knew she'd 
never really known at all.

But she had the night out to look forward to. Back in Westie 
Park with the posse. And she'd no problem in getting the 
tongue treatment she'd so needed that day. Puss gave her 
best, sensing her best girlfriend was somehow upset, and 
happy at the strong smell of unrequited passion that oozed from 
her cunt. And Snoot, also seeing her friend was in need, took 
Bunny's mouth in hers and gave her so much tongue and tooth 
and lip and sweet sweet saliva, that Bunny was able to forget 
for just a while the passion that had gripped her all day.

And then, when the Bulmer Street Boys made their 
appearance, that misery could all go to fuck. After all, there was 
Grebo and Danny and Buddy and Griff and Nick Nasty. And all 
the girls joined the boys in Nick's place on the bed for a real full 
on fuck, getting their cunts and ass-holes real lubed up, with 
plenty of blow, some GBH and some spiked shit, and what with 
the amber and ciggies, and the fucking and the blowing... Well, 
what could a young girl say?

And as she gasped and swore and panted with Griff's dick up 
her ass and Buddy's dick spurting on her face and Lizzie 
lapping at her cunt, and her mouth on Rosanne's mouth, well 
what the fuck could she give for fucking Steph and that fucking 
prissy Pru? After all, there was no point yearning after 
something you just weren't meant to have. 



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