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From: mgarvey@nyc.pipeline.com (Mike Garvey)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: STORY: Eat or Be Eaten (FF, cons, foot, etc)

   WARNING!!!!  THIS IS AN EROTIC (hopefully) STORY AND SHOULD NOT BE
VIEWED BY ANYONE UNDER 18!!!  ALSO, IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPTIGHT AND ARE
OFFENDED BY EROTICISM, (Why you would even be in this group is beyond my
comprehension) THEN PLEASE TURN BACK NOW, OR READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL!!!! 
THANK YOU!!!

   Eat or Be Eaten



   by Michael Garvey



   Linda Schwartz ran screaming from her apartment building.  She wore only
a loose robe that was half-open.  Her ample breasts were swaying beneath
her arms, the arms that tried frantically to hide them under her robe.  A
dark bloodstain was steadily growing larger on her right shoulder.  She ran
across the street and into another apartment building.  Fortunately for
her, her friend Amanda was home.  They called the cops, and were informed
that a few reports had already come from around the same area, and that
several units were on their way.  About a minute later the cops and an
ambulance arrived.  Linda was treated for a superficial stab wound on her
right shoulder, and after the police searched her apartment and found no
one, she explained what happened.  A man had knocked on her door, and she
looked out the peephole to see a gas maintenance company's logo on his
uniform.  She let him in, and he preceded to feel her up at knifepoint.

   She had kneed him as hard as she could in the groin, unknowingly
crushing one of his testicles and severely damaging the other one.  As he
doubled over in pain, he flung the knife forward desperately and caught her
in the right shoulder.  He had removed her short and skirt, which was all
she wore when she had let him in.  Naked, she ran out of the apartment,
grabbing a robe as she exited.  The police explained that the man would
probably not be back, but they would assign a detective to her house just
in case.  They needed the patrolmen too much.  The detective was to arrive
at 9 A.M sharp the next morning.  Linda stayed at Amanda's apartment that
night.  The next day, Linda went back to her house, thanking Amanda
vigorously, and took a shower.  It was about 8:30.  She got out of the
shower and looked at herself in the full-length mirror she had in her
bathroom.  Her pretty face was now wrinkled with lethargy and fright.  She
had not slept well the night before.  Her body was as perky as usual,
except for the large gash on her shoulder.  She quickly changed the
now-soaking wet dressing with the gauze and disinfectant the paramedic had
given her.  Her size 36 B breasts were sticking out at the nipple, hard
because of the sudden rush of cold air.  He thin waist and tight buttocks
seemed to sag, adding to her state of dispair.  She had never had anyone
try to rape her or even make a lewd comment to her in her entire 29-year
old life.  She worked at a large office company, and a lot of other men
worked there as well.  She was a very attractive, young businesswoman, and
for someone to violate the sanctity of her own home and do something like
that shattered not only her ego, but her sense of security as well.  Soon
she heard a clicking in the living room.  She looked at the clock above her
sink.  It was 8:45.  Too early to be the detective, she thought.  Her fear
hit her then, and hit her strong.  She was deathly afraid of having to go
through what she went through last night again.  She began to cry, and
stifled herself.  She grabbed a razor and a hairbrush.  She walked slowly,
still naked, out of the bathroom.  She walked down the hallway very slowly
as the tears continued to roll odwn her cheeks.  She heard even more
shuffling and began to weep even harder.  But then she heard a voice.  A
woman's voice.  "You know", it said, "You'd think after what happened last
night you'd have your door locked all the time." She sighed, dropped the
razor, the hairbrush, and then to her knees.  She began to sob
uncontrollably.  The female detective rushed to her side.  All she could
see was a naked, crumpled mass of flesh and dark brown hair, all wet from
sweat, tears, and shower-water.

   She put her arms around the woman and held her.  She held her for hours
and hours.

   Finally Linda spoke and the detective told her her name was Det.  Connie
Killian.  Linda put some clothes on and they had a conversation.  Linda
explained her surprise at Connie's appearance.  Connie was dressed
casually, but not in slacks or chinos, but in jeans and a T-Shirt. 
Connie's badge was pinned onto her T-Shirt, and her gin was clearly visible
in its arm strap under heer arm.  She was an attractive blond woman, about
five-eleven, and her chest was bigger than Linda's.  He muscular ass looked
like it was screaming to get out of the jeans she was wearing.  Linda
inquired why such a beautiful woman was in the police.  Connie said, "Well,
I wasn't really tough when I was a kid, and if you looked at me, you
wouldn't think so now, either.  But I became a cop to get tough, and that's
exactly what I did." It's just, well...", said Linda, a little nervously.
"It's just what?", asked Connie, "Were you expecting a male cop?  Think I
can't handle this?" "No, no!", said Linda quickly.  She liked this
detective, and she didn't want her to think she was putting her down. 
"Look, Det.  Killian", she said, "I am much more comfotable with you
because that bastard was a man.  I just thought I was going to have some
big, strong cop watching out for me, that's all.  But you're just fine."
Connie laughed and said, "Thanks, hon.  And call me Connie.  You'll be just
fine.  I promise." Connie turned away from her then, because Linda was
staring straight into her eyes.  Connie was no fool.  She sensed sexual
tension.  It was definitely odd for her, though.  She had never had any
feelings for anpther woman other than a crush on her fourth-grade teacher,
Mrs.  Dansing.  She couldn't help trying to catch a glance at One of
Linda's naked calves or her naked foot swinging against the sofa they were
on.  And to think, thought Connie, This woman was naked in my arms about
half an hour ago.  Linda looked at Connie's shoulders as the detective was
turned away from her.  Nice, strong build for a woman, she thought, Very
attractive.  Why, if I wasn't straight, I'd go after her.  Look at her ass!
Whsew!  Linda was advised not to go anywhere other than to work for the
next couple of days, and if she really needed to shop or something, Connie
had to come with her.  Luckily for Linda, she didn't have to work on
weekends and she had gone food shopping just yesterday.  Connie slept on
the couch and Linda slept in her own bed.  The next day, Linda had
absolutely nothing to do, because Amanda had made sure she was all right,
and then went away for the weekend with her boyfriend.  So she and Connie
stayed in and watched movies all day.  One movie they watched had two men
kissing in it.  "Do you like that stuff?", asked Connie.  "What, two men
kissing?", replied Linda.  "Yeah, I mean the gay and lesbian kissing and
stuff in movies and TV.  Does it bother you?", Connie asked again.  "Not
really", said Linda, "Actually, not at all.  In high school and colleg I
slept with a lot of people.  A few of them were women." Connie's eyebrow
raised.  "Really?", she said, half-surprised, "I've never done anything
like that.  When did you decide to stop?" "Oh, I don't know", said Linda
dreamily, "About my junior year in college my mom showed up at my dorm one
day.  I was in bed with my boyfriend and his cousin Helen.  She almost had
a heart attack!  Anyway, after that I decided to be straight.  No
experimentation." "Interesting.", said Connie.  The movie went on, and
later in the course of it they showed two women in a passionate,
love-making embrace.  Connie stirred in her seat, uncomfortable because of
her arousal.  Linda just sat, trasfixed by the screen.  Connie felt a
swelling in her breasts, her nipples beginning to protrude.  She also felt
a pressure in her lower abdomen and she knew exactly what it was.  She
needed to be pleased.  Linda turned and looked at Connie.  Connie was
avoiding her gaze and was twitching and moving around constantly, as if she
had ants in her pants.  Connie finally looked at the woman and their eyes
met.  Connie felt a surge go through her body and Linda felt like a bolt of
lightning hit her.  Connie moved closer to Linda and Linda moved closer to
Connie.  Connie parted her lips and closed her eyes.  Linda did the sam,
reaching forward with her hands.  Linda's arms reached Connie and hugged
her, pulled her closer.  Their lips were almost together. 
Yes...yes...yes...yes!!!!, thought connie, when DING DONG!  The doorbell
rang at Linda's apartment door.  "Ohmigod it's him again!", whispered
Linda. Connie drew her gun and motioned for Linda to get close to it.  "I
got a package for you.", said the man outside.  Connie frowned at Linda and
nodded, "Okay, hold on a minute." Linda backed away and Connie flung the
door open.  She thrust her gun into his face and yelled, "GET ON THE
GROUND, NOW, BOZO!" The man's face screwed up and he fell to the floor,
screeching, "WHAT?  WHAD I DO?", he blubbered.  Linda shook her head. 
"Ain't him.", she said.  Connie kept her gun on the man and had Linda take
what the man was carrying.  It was a simple letter, and Linda unfolded it.
All it said was, "I'm gonna get you." "WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?", roared
Connie.  "S-some guy in the hospital, a patient!", he said, "I'm an
orderly! He gave me twenty bucks and told me to go to this apartment and
give you this note!!!  St.  Martin's on 34th!  I swear!!!" "How'd you get
into the apartment building?", asked Linda.  "I dunno!  Door wasn't locked!
Maybe it's broken!" Connie called headquarters and had them check the
hospital for a patient matching Linda's description.  Sure enough, a man
fitting the description was being hospitalized for a crushed testicle. 
"Good job!", Connie said to Linda.  A couple of patrolmen came and picked
up the guy, and they checked in with the building's super on the way in. 
Turned out the lock was broken, and had been broken for a couple of days.
He fixed it on the spot.  After everyone left, Linda and Connie went back
inside Linda's apartment and closed the door.  Linda stood with her head up
against the door and sighed.  "Thank God that's over.", she said.  Linda
saw Connie making some quick motions out of the corner of her eye and the
Connie said, "Not yet, babe." Linda looked and Connie was completely naked
except for a pair of socks.  She walked behind Linda, put her arms around
Linda's waist, and kissed her neck.  "I believe we have some unfinished
business we have to attend to." Linda turned around, smiling, and kissed
Connie.  She slide her hands up the back of Connie's head and gently
grabbed two handfuls of Connie's short, curly blond hair.  They kissed
deeply, and their tongues met forcefully in Connie's mouth.  Connie was now
rubbing her naked pelvis against Linda's own clothed one, and Linda backed
away.  She unbuttoned her blouse and flung it off.  She wore no bra and
quickly slid her skirt off.  She was barefoot and naked except for her
panties.  She slid them off last, seductively and slowly.  Then she threw
herself back into Connie's arms and they kissed again.  Connie's hands
began to rove.  One hand gripped one of Linda's firm buttocks, and the
other was pressed into the small of Linda's back.  Linda had her hands on
Connie's hips, and was moving them up her ribs and back down to her hips
again.  Connie broke the kiss.  "Bedroom...", she mumbled.  They hurried to
the bedroom and flopped into Linda's bed.  They lay breast to breast,
kissing every inch of each other's face.  Finally, Linda, who was on top,
slid her tongue down Connie's face to her neck, and then from her neck to
her breasts.  She kissed and licked the top of Connie's tits, and then
slowly began to encircle the areolae with her tongue.  She enclosed the
entire nipple in her mouth, and sucked on it, lifting her head upwards and
tugging lightly on it.  Connie began to moan a little and Linda continued.
Then Linda slide her tongue doen from Connie's breasts to her belly button,
and from her belly button to her thigh.  The Linda began to kiss Connie's
calf, and then her ankle.  She pulled on Connie's sock, and off it came. 
She kissed down the top of Connie's foot, and then to the toes.  She kissed
each toe and softly licked each one.  She sucked delicately on the big toe,
and then kissed her way up from the ball of Connie's small foot, to the
heel, to the ankle, and finally up Connie's leg to the buttocks.  She
stopped on Connie's ass, and parted the beautiful detective's legs.  Connie
already ahd both her hands down there, and was waiting to replace them with
Linda's mouth.  She pulled them away, and Linda leaned in closer.  SHe took
a sniff and then parted Connie's labia.  Then she slid a finger in and
pulled it out.  She tasted it and smiled.  She stuck it in again, but this
time she brought her finger to Connie's mouth.  "Taste?", she smiled. 
Connie looked up at the woman who now held her captive, and who would now
share with her the beauty of an act known to man since his birth.  The
beauty of sex.  She stared deep into Linda's eyes and whispered,
"Please..." Linda held her hand up to Connie's mouth.  Connie took the
finger in her mouth and began to suck on it.  And with more fervor, she
took Linda's whole hand in her mouth and sucked on it hard.  "Wow!",
exclaimed Linda.  Connie ceased her little show and said, "They don't call
me 'The Black Hole' for nothing, darlin'." Linda laughed and kissed
Connie's stomach.  Then she began the completion of her task.  She took
Connie's clitoris in her mouth and sucked on the little nob like a tiny
lollipop.  She used her fingers to pleasure Connie's vagina while she used
her mouth to pleasure Connie's clit.  Connie's hands drifted from playing
with her nipples to grasping the back of Linda's head.  Soon she was
grinding her pelvis into Linda's face, and after about 10 full minutes of
that, Connie came.  She started slowly, stopping her grinding, but arching
her back upwards, pelvis in the air, and holding it there.  Then it became
greater, and her pussy was up so far in the air that she was on her toes.
Linda was keeping up with her and was following, and stimulating all
through Connie's orgasm.  Finally, Connie gushed forth a river of juices
onto Linda's face and hands.  She relaxed all of a sudden and collapsed to
the bed.  Linda tried to lap up as much of the juice as she could, but most
of it was on the bedsheets.  "Th-they also c-c-call me th-the...th-the...",
stuttered Connie, her energy almost entirely spent, "They also c-call me
'C-Connie Faithful'!" Linda laughed hard and said, "I wouldn't doubt it! 
My God!  You should have told me you were a gusher!" "I thought all women
were like that.", said Connie.  "No dear", soothed Linda, and moved her
face up to Connie's, "You're special, dear, and I want you to know that."
She kissed Connie and for the second time in her whole life, Connie tasted
the intimate fluids of a woman, even though they were her own.  Connie
cleaned Linda's face with her tongue and kissed her again.  Linda sat up,
her knees on either side of Connie's abdomen.  Connie reached over and
grabbed Linda's ass.  She pulled her closer, her pelvis now right in front
of Connie's face.  Connie kissed Linda's tanned stomach and then kissed
under it.  She knew exactly what to do, even though she had never done it
before.  She parted Linda's lips with her tongue, and then placed her mouth
over Linda's entire pubic area.  Connie brought Linda's pussy alive in a
fury of teeth, lips, tongue, and even chin.  Connie was rubbing Linda's
clitoris with her teeth, while keeping Linda's lips open with her own, and
she was darting her tongue in and out of Linda expertly.  Linda leaned
back, her breasts thrusting forward into the air.  She felt a slight pain
in her shoulder as the gauze pad on her shoulder was pulled taut.  Then she
leaned forward, her breasts resting on the pillow above Connie's head. 
God, what am I doing?, Linda asked, I'm sitting on the face of a woman I
met only yesterday and I think I'm in love with her.  Can it be possible?
And by the way she's doing this...mmm...I think I just might be!  Connie
was licking harder now, and she had one hand on Linda's ass.  She stuck a
finger up Linda's anus and that was when Linda could not hold on any
longer. She let her orgasm wash over her and through her, starting from her
loins all the way to the base of her skull.  She collapsed into Connie's
arms, and whispered, "I l-love you..." Connie was not surprised.  "And I-I
think I love you, too...", she said, "You've taught me a new...er...skill."
Linda laughed and kissed Connie's shoulder.  Linda was lying with her head
on Connie's shoulder, and Connie was holding Linda by her shoulder.  She
kissed Linda again and reached forward.  She pulled the sheets upward and
covered herself and Linda.  "Goodnight, love.", she whispered.  "Yes,
Goodnight, Connie...", said Linda, trailing off, "My lover and
Protector..." And they fell asleep.

   A few hours later, they were both sound asleep.  The lock on the front
door began to jiggle and it klacked.  A female hand pushed the door open
and a slim figure walked inside.  "Lin!!!", she half-shouted, "Linda, you
here?  Maybe you could introduce me to Det.  Killian now!" She took off her
shoes and walked towards Linda's bedroom.  "Lin, you all right?", Amanda
called out.  She pushed open Linda's bedroom door and saw Connie and Linda
lying, sleeping in a lovers' embrace.

   THE END....Or is it?  Of course not.