Night of the Living Lesbians

by Aunt Molly

This story makes references to several American politicians. If you are from outside the US and you don't know who these people are, it should not affect the enjoyment ( or lack there of ) of this story.

It was on that most unholy of nights that I found myself cleaning egg off of my front door. I do not blame the children, or the parents. I blame the public schools for their forced indoctrination of the children into the intolerant, fanatical religion of secularism, why else would they desire candy over the Good News of Jesus Christ?

While cleaning the door for the third time that night it was my lovely niece Luanne who ran up the walkway and embraced me, "Oh Aunty thank Jesus that you are here!"

I embraced the girl I loved as if she were my own. "You look a fright dear! Whatever happened to you?"

"Oh Aunty it's horrible!"

"That we have a Kenyan born Muslim Atheist pretending to be our president?"

"No, it's not that."

"Is it because our Christian candidates are being beaten by a Mormon and a pizza man?"

"No, not that."

"Is it because of those communist, pot smoking, bongo drummers on Wall Street are harassing our job creators?"

"Aunty! The school has been overrun by, by - lesbians!"

"No!!"

***

I immediately called the police, which I always do when I see something unchristian. "Yes Miss Lattimer we will look into it, right after we finish looking into the thirty other conspiracies you warned us about. Please stop calling us unless you see something that's actually against the law."

"But this is against God's Law!"

"Then take it up with God." the police officer hung up.

I went over to the love seat where my dear Luanne was bathed in the soft glow of Fox News - the only station on TV that told the truth. I turned the sound down and held her close. "I'm sorry Luanne but the police are no help."

"It's alright, I know I'm safe with you. Can we cuddle, like we did when I was little?"

"Of course dear." I held her close and she buried herself in my arms. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"Oh Aunty, it started innocently enough. I was enjoying the Jesus-ween party. The gym was decked out in red, white and blue streamers, pictures of Jesus and Ronald Reagan, We were all dressed up as great Christian heroines: the Virgin Mary, Ann Coltier, Michele Bachman, Ayn Rand. I was dressed as Christine O'Donnell because I also feel it is sinful to touch oneself there.

We spent the night drinking punch and praising Jesus. We talked about how all the people that believe in global warming were going to hell, and we laughed at the irony. I drank some more punch. We prayed for the wealth creators and drank more punch. It was wonderful Aunty, but soon the punch began to catch up to me and I had to make use of the commode to do nature's business.

I slipped into a stall and started to make water when two other girls came into the lavatory..

'Come here Stacey, just try it once, you will never go back to boys.'

'But Veronica, if I join the lesbian lifestyle I will not have babies. The pastor says it is important I have as many babies as possible.'

'Kiss me Stacey, Your pastor never told you the pleasure of the lesbian side! Join me now and together we will spread lesbianism across the school!'

'Well, if it's just one kiss, I am curious as to what it will be like.'

I would have run out and stopped it, I would have, but I was in the middle of making water, all I could do was listen helplessly as the lesbian Veronica took her first victim. I heard the two girls kissing, the sounds of unholy lust, then the parting of lips, 'What do you think?'

'Now that I have experienced a taste of the lesbian lifestyle, I will give up Christianity, embrace Darwinism, the global warming hoax, explore every human sexual perversion, and I will vote Democrat!'

'Yes, the pastor was right to warn you. But it's too late. You have been converted to the lesbian lifestyle - go forth and convert others!'

I finished making water, and pulled up my panties and adjusted my skirt. Then washed my hands for two Happy Birthdays, then immediately ran out to find the first adult I could and warn them of the lesbians' diabolical plan.

I found Mrs. Peirce, our chaperone, and explained what I had overheard.

Mrs. Peirce was horrified, 'They'll vote Democrat? No!'

'What should we do?'

'I saw a blond and a dark haired girl emerge from the lavatory before you. The dark haired girl was heading towards the cafeteria, where the middle school girls are having their party. I need you to warn Miss Quinn of the danger heading her way. Run!'

I did run. I knew that the dark haired girl had a head start on me. I did not know whether she was Stacey the convert or Veronica, the first lesbian. I had heard if you cure the leader of the lesbians, all the girls she converted becomes straight again."

"Luanne dear, I think you're thinking of werewolves."

"What's the difference, they're both obsessed with eating people?"

"Just continue the story dear."

" Well, when I got to the cafeteria I was out of breath. I saw Mrs. Quinn, a recent convert to Christianity from the most pervasive of pagan faiths, Catholicism. Her long dark hair had streaks of gray, a pair of spectacles with circular frames rested on her nose and she was wielding a wooden paddle.

The young girls were dressed in Christian themed costumes. A girl that made a very cute Sara Palin had her hands bound behind her back with duct tape. Her knees up on the bench of one of the cafeteria tables, and her chest resting on the table top, forcing her bottom to stick out lewdly.

I told Miss Quinn of the coming danger.

'Yes dear, we know. This one tried to seduce one of her class mates. I was going to try to force Satan's sinful touch from her body.'

Miss Quinn then proceeded to lift the girl's skirt and pull down her underpants, baring the girl's pale bottom. She wheeled back and swatted that bare behind but the girl was defiant.

'Miss Quinn, is this supposed to be a spanking or a massage?'

'Why you little!', *swat* swat*

'Ooh I think I felt something that time - not!', the little girl stuck her tongue out at Miss Quinn.

Angrily, Miss Quinn spanked harder and harder until the buttocks started to turn red, the girl began to convulse thrusting her hips rudely against the table. At the time I thought it was Satan leaving her body. But then a black girl ( dressed as Condoleezza Rice) climbed up onto the table and exposed her bottom, 'Miss Quinn, I also lust after girls, I need to be punished too.'

And a second round of spanking ensued, followed by a third exposed bottom, and then a fourth. Soon there were girls so impatient for their 'punishment' that they turned to their peers. Spanked by rulers, hairbrushes and bare hands.

Soon the first girl was unbound so she could met out punishments similar to what she had received. It had slowly dawned on me this was no punishment for them. An Asian girl ( dressed as Gretchen Carlson ) approached me and handed me a wooden ruler, she proceeded to get down on all fours and expose her buttocks to me, 'Luanne, will you join us?' I ran as fast as I could back to the Gymnasium. as fast as I could to tell Mrs. Peirce that the Middle School girls were lost to us.

I found Mrs. Peirce with an odd smile on her face. There was a girl under her skirts.

'Mrs. Peirce why is their a girl under your skirt?'

'Why dear it's her turn. When that first girl came up to me I thought it very strange, but she begged me so sweetly I couldn't say no. Well, once Stephanie got a turn all the other girls got jealous. I suppose you want to go next do you?.'

I backed away from my beloved mentor, only to bump into another pair of girls embracing and kissing in a lustful manner. Each had a hand slid under the other girl's skirt, a demonic buzzing could be heard. Seeing my eyes go to their skirts they pulled their hands from beneath them and produced brightly colored marital aides. 'Do you want to join us Luanne?'

I backed away from the girls and their marital aids only to nearly fall into another nest of sin. Two pairs of hands began to caress me in lewd ways, two pairs of lips whispered in my ears, 'Join us Luanne. We would love a three-way.'

I broke away from them, and nearly backed into a buzzing marital aid, a tall black girl in nothing but her underpants smiled at me lustfully, 'Join us Luanne.'

I screamed and ran for the door, it was locked, and lesbians were closing in all around me. They began to chant, 'Join us Luanne, Join us Luanne.'

I ran straight at them, dodged and weaved and somehow forced my way through the crowd and into the hall. I ran for the principal's office, near it was the front exit. Only waiting for me was a squad of marital aide wielding cheerleaders.

They were seniors, the full flowing of their woman hood, and their large bosoms shamelessly exposed, their uniform skirts the only remnant of their Christian Pre-lesbian lives, 'Join us Luanne'

I ran back towards the middle school, a formation of underpants clad middle school girls marched towards me. They too were wielding brightly colored marital aids. I backed up against the school trophy case. Demonic buzzing could be heard in every direction.

And their chanting grew louder and more insistent, 'Join us Luanne, join us Luanne.', I closed my eyes and began to pray, fearing this might be my last moments on this Earth as a God fearing heterosexual."

Luanne embraced me all the tighter, kissing my cheek, I kissed hers in response and caressed her and comforted her as best I could.

"Oh Aunty I was so frightened I thought I would never get away."

"But sweetheart, how ever *did* you get away?"

Luanne didn't answer she just buried herself in my bosom, then she proceeded to kiss my face in the most insistent manner.

"My my Luanne, you are quite affectionate tonight. But sweetheart I do not think it is proper for your hands to be there. Or for you to be kissing the side of my neck like that or be sucking my earlobe. Even if your hot breath does feel surprisingly pleasant."

Luanne then reached into her purse and I heard a demonic buzzing.