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outside ran with the train, howling at the windows. Veronica flipped me onto my back. She held up my feet and spread me open. Her mouth was covered in piss and orgasm fluid. She looked worried...scared.
    “Girls! Eat me out! I must not be denied!”
    I put my hands behind my head like a pillow and watched in awe as two vampires walked behind Veronica and did the obvious: vamp #1 got on her knees and licked Veronica's elongated clitoris, no doubt playing it like a punching bag; vamp #2 got on vamp #1's shoulders and squirted steaming milk out her tits all over Veronica's back. I was impressed. Everyone orgasmed together. They went from moaning to screaming as loud as possible, hands moving so fast their vaginas caught fire, then shooting out buckets of cum that splashed onto the floor. People slipped and fell on their faces and shoulders and spines, still squirting and convulsing. The cum rose to waist level. I saw someone's hand sink and vanish under the liquid. Women whined, still shooting juice. Much splashing about and complaining.
    “I can't swim!” said one.
    “I'm still cumming!” said another.
    “Tsunami!” said I.
    We tried to run away. It was no use. Huge waves of female ejaculate bounced off the walls and drowned the room. Cum filled my eardrums. I opened my eyes under this delicious mini ocean, my cheeks puffed with air, and saw Veronica with a white strap-on dildo fucking Stacy from behind, the two of them floating above the floor, Veronica pumping in slow motion, Stacy giving me the thumbs up. Windows were opened, and all the ejaculate rolled out in a mighty roar of release. Some people were sucked out screeching (they reached out for me, faces all looking like that famous “Screamer” painting). I held onto the couch and watched as bodies hit the walls and fell to the ground in sickening, wet slaps. Much crying and wiggling around like fish out of water...their frozen faces contorted in expressions of pain as they cradled injured joints.
    Not all were disappointed. Many sat, legs crossed, merrily sucking the sour cum off their fingers like starving cannibals. A couple scissored – on their sides, legs between legs, pussies slapping. It was a violent sight, and the women worked in anger as they grunted “Huh?! Huh?! Yeah?! Yea?!” The noise of their vaginas crashing together got so loud, I had to cover my ears. I shut my eyes and yelled out something unintelligible, but all I heard was the jackhammering of fucking. The women held hands and came together and screamed bloody murder. The force of their ejaculate so powerful, their bodies flew through the air and out the open windows.
    Some of us laughed and looked at each other and shrugged.
    The front door EXPLODED. Dark smoke filled the room with much coughing and gagging and vomiting...my hearing: nothing but a loud, high pitched tone. The smoke cleared, and a woman cried out, hands yanking on her hair. The explosion had stripped the meat off her bones from the neck down. She collapsed next to a slush pile of innards. I heard the jingling of boots; out of the blast-opening walked a woman chewing on a cigar, wearing a red vest and red pants. This was a real cowgirl complete with red painted pistols on her belt.
    “Howdy, all! It's dyin' time!”
    Veronica stood up, breasts jiggling, pussy still running that sweet juice like an open facet turned to full blast.
    “Shit! It's Gia! The bounty hunter! Run away!”
    The naked folk screamed and threw their hands up and ran by me. I was too afraid to do anything. I felt like I was staring into the face of a wild werewolf, and any sudden movements would shock it enough to attack. Some of the naked women accepted death and sat on the ground and bit their nails like typewriters. Others ran and hid in dark corners, hugging each other and sniveling. However, oddly enough, one couple stood in the middle of the chaos, french kissing and rubbing sensitive fleshy parts. Other cowgirls walked around Gia. They whipped