little blonde hussy just wandering in and looking for some cheap thrills.'
'I… I never meant to spy on you. I was running away.'
'Sure. Hmmm, a runaway. Ought to be good for a little while. How long before the cops start looking for her, do you think?'
Big Ed shrugged.
'I figure,' Dottie said, 'at least another day. They might never get around to it out here. This desert can swallow up people awful fast. The vultures – have you seen 'em, honey? – they're all the time looking for lost people. To eat. Carrion eaters, they are, yeah.'
She smiled. The yellowed teeth made Karen shiver but she managed to get her courage up enough to say, 'They can't be too good, those vultures. They've left you alone. Or maybe you're too smelly for them!'
She was rewarded with another slap across the face.
'You gonna let us have her, Big Ed? Please?' begged one of the women. Karen took one look at this one and almost passed out, dressed all in black leather, she had a chain she was lightly flicking across one of her opened palms. It was obvious what she wanted to do. Karen knew she would never escape unscarred from the leather freak's idea of lovemaking.
Karen's eyes looked pleadingly at Big Ed. He was the only one who could rescue her. And from the sudden leer on his lips, she knew he wasn't going to even try.
He pointed at the blonde teenager and said, 'Have fun, chicks. Knuckles and me'll be back as soon as we've fenced the radios.'
He vaulted over the door of the jeep and keyed it to an unsteady life. Karen felt as if her only pillar of strength was abandoning her. She hated the man, hated him with all the power of her being, but he was the only hope she had of escaping from the bikers' camp.
Dottie said, 'So you got a taste of what the Maniacs are like, huh?' She laughed harshly at her crude joke.
'Let's see what you can do with some of their mamas. Lynn, Nesh, show'er what you can do.'
Karen could only watch in mute horror as the two women advanced on her. She had no idea what they were going to do, but it probably wasn't going to be pretty. At least the black leather-clad woman was just standing and idly swinging her chain against a limb of a mesquite shrub. The way it ripped the bark off the limb told her what it could do to her if swung around her arms or legs.
Lynn and Nesh quickly stripped off their clothes. It could have been a sexy disrobing. It wasn't. Karen watched the two women get naked with all the finesse of a rapist tearing clothes off a victim. But then, that was probably the way they got their kicks. They were probably raped more often than having a man make love to them.
Animals didn't know any better.
'See how the blonde bitch is shaking? You don't think she's cold, do you, Nesh?'
The washed-out blonde answered, 'Let's warm her up, Lynn. Let's make sure she has nothing to gripe about.'
One of them – Karen couldn't figure out which one – crouched over her face, snatch shoved brutally down. A distant command came: 'Eat!'
She had no choice but to obey. Barely able to breathe, she was trapped between the woman's thighs. Her ears were pressed firmly into the soft flesh of inner legs, her eyes not able to see past the blush filling her field of vision.
'Suck, damn you! Fat me out! Good, make it good!'
She hesitantly stuck her tongue out. Never having any, experience making love to a woman before, she had to rely on what it was like when one of her boyfriends ate her out.
Her tongue began licking up and down the sex lips, trying to slurp up all the fuck fluids leaking out of the woman's cunt. She found the taste strangely exciting. Not like male cum, but different, tasty. She licked faster, harder.
Her tongue roughly caressed the turgid, pink sex lips guarding the woman's cunt. The manhole was oozing out a steady stream of juice now. That spurred the teenager on. This wasn't so bad, after all.
She was actually enjoying it!
Lesbian lovemaking had never really appealed to her. The thought of making it with another chick had been slightly repulsive. It wasn't that way at all!
She stuffed her tongue all the way up the woman's twat. Once inside the tight little passage, she felt the velvety walls now dripping with lubricants. Her tongue twisted and spun around like a tiny tornado. It felt good stroking back and forth into her cunt. She was actually tongue fucking the woman!
'Atta girl!' came encouragement. 'You're doing it good. Keep going! Lemme have all your tongue!'
Her entire mouth was suddenly filled with snatch. The woman was letting her entire weight descend on her face. The girl valiantly tried to give as much pleasure as she could. This was exciting her as much as the woman who was getting the full benefit of the teenager's tongue.
She licked from one end of the sex slit to the other. Making sure she touched each and every part of the delicate sex lips, she moved inside the rigid flaps to the delicately fluttering, scalloped inner labia. These she gave special attention to.
Remembering how it made her all weak and quivery inside when a boy ran his tongue along them, she gave them the best licking she could.
Then she rammed her tongue back into the cunt opened up for her. Her tongue raced in and out in a mock fucking. She thought it would have been better if the woman had a cock fucking her, but the girl wasn't in any position to complain.
Suddenly, the woman squatting over her face shrieked and began thrashing around. The teenager could barely keep her tongue in the flowing cunt. Then the softness and warmth and wetness was gone from her face. All that was left was a thin trickle of cunt juice dribbling down one of her cheeks.
'Damn, you got some tongue, girl.'
'Go on, Lynn, do your thing now. I got off.'
The other woman straddled the blonde's waist, then moved up until her cunt was directly over one of the girl's tits. Lowering her body, she stuffed her twat down firmly over the tip of one of Karen's boobs.
Karen watched in fascination – repelled fascination – as Lynn opened her pussy lips enough to take in the entire end of one of the boobs. She seemed to have great control over her labia. She began working them lewdly all over the tip of Karen's tit.
The sensations working their way into the teenager's body were all confused and contradictory. It was pleasant having the moist lips smoothly working over her aroused nipple. But this was so kinky, so perverted, she didn't see how she could possibly be getting excited.
She was, however.
That made her feel she was really doing something evil, sinful. But the pussy fur stroking all over her tender tits alleviated that somewhat. She watched in fascination as the pink pussy lips lewdly kissed and stroked all over the tips of her boobs. The light brown bush seemed to open hungry lips and take in its meal.
The electric excitement she felt was nothing compared to what Lynn was experiencing.
The woman cried out, 'God! I don't believe it! I got her fuckin' tit halfway up my twat. And I can feel it throbbing! I can actually feel it throbbing like she was enjoying this! Damn!'
Karen was breathing harder, her tits rising and falling with the action. She was unconsciously ramming her boob all the way up into the woman's quim. It wasn't something she'd planned; it just happened that way. And she was actually enjoying this, too.
The feel of the soft pussy lips all over the delicate nipple of her left tit sent electric tingles into her chest. She felt her cunt begin to water and leak out its juices. Turned on by this bizarre lovemaking, she was both excited and humiliated.
She shouldn't be turned on by this. Not something this depraved and immoral!
But she was.
The girl had no choice but to come to grips with the fact she was enjoying this almost as much as sucking off all twelve of the bikers earlier that night. And having Big Ed and Knuckles do their thing with her brought up sexy memories. She called out, 'Go on, damn you! Fuck yourself on my little tittie! It… it's good! It's so damn good
