Lonette swung her greedy little hips around and smacked them against her lover's cunt. It was fun to tease a woman like this, even though it felt strange.
But she guessed that part of the reason it felt so strange was because it was just that ... a pussy.
Not a bright red and shiny juicy big fuck stick, but a cunt ... yes, a sweet little hot cunt she had. And tits like hers, too. Okay, bigger.
Also, fuller ... but a set of upturned hot and tasty knockers nonetheless. It made her wonder where her head was at to be so horny for another chick.
There was absolutely no question at all where her cunt was at.
It was rubbing against the deep, petal-pink folds of her lover's cunt ... and her clit was plowing into the juicy, vertical slit.
That dark delicious crack from which all mankind had sprung ... and from which now she, too would spring. Spring into action!
She straddled her lover's face and licked her swollen nipples as hard as she could as she banged her cunt against her pubic bone.
Sensations rippled through her like hot, radiant waves. They coursed over her own engorged nipples, they spread out and up inside her cunt crack ... and they fanned out to her quivering anal sphincter.
She had no idea another woman could be this hot ... or that she could respond so erotically. She had no idea that women fucking could do these naughty, nasty, scintillatingly wicked and wonderfully wet things together.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Watch out!" the whiskey-voiced bouncer shouted as Lonette whirled around just in time to see the hulking figure of a patron lunge at her ankles.
She picked her feet up just in time to avoid getting lassoed by the drunken sot who leered up at her with a surly grin.
"I'll git you yet, honey," he muttered as a stream of drool coursed down his stubbly chin. "You can just bet I will."
Right now, Lonette wasn't laying any bets. She was too intent on moving her ass out of the line of fire. Fortunately, Bruiser the bouncer had things in control by now. Well, sort of in control.
He held the inebriated patron up by the scruff of his neck and slapped him so hard you could hear the noise over the din of grinding rock music that poured out of the juke box.
Then, as Lonette stood there trying to keep time to the music as she shuffled her feet around atop the bar, Bruiser heaved the ugly drunk across the room and into a pile against the door.
When she turned around at last, swinging her luscious hips and jiggling her naked breasts in time to the rhythms, she saw the man swept out the door by the Chinese custodian's broom.
Another candidate for the drunk tank, Lonette mused as she dipped low over the bar and gave her jugs a good shake.
She felt a little self-conscious about that, too, because normally, she wore a set of flamingo pink pasties over her rosebud red nipples.
But one of the patrons had waved a few bills around and offered to buy one, and she wasn't in a financial position to tell him no.
That left her feeling a little like a sailor with one patch over his eye. Sure, she had a set on her. If she hadn't, would she have gotten this job?
But dancing half-naked on the bar of Fat Freeman's in Boise wasn't exactly her idea of a choice way to spend her eighteenth year of life.
Especially when she considered that before she could get her pay check, she would probably have to blow Fat Freeman in the flesh.
Not a particularly appetizing prospect. Fat Freeman weighed a cool three hundred pounds and his dick smelled like a rancid mackerel.
He'd only given her the job on the condition that she return it with some of her special favors ... that was how he put it.
"Just show up here on Friday nights, sweet stuff," the fat boss said as he sat back and clasped his pudgy jeweled fingers over his mountainous belly, "pick up your money and deposit your special favor."
"What are you talking about?" Lonette had said, blinking her gigantic sea green eyes at his ruddy plug-ugly face.
"Oooooh, French, mostly," the huge bugger grinned, "maybe a little Greek from time to time. Some English thrown in, if you're good."
"Excuse me, Mr. Freeman," she told him as she shook her silken blonde hair from side to side, "but I've never been outside of Idaho. I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm talking about money, kid," he said out of the corners of his thick, crusty lips. "You're underage. You told me that."
Lonette had to allow as how she had.
"You got not right in the world to work here except to clean up after hours, and you and I both know the big money ain't in rag mops."
The blonde cutie sighed, but what good did it to fight it? This big buffalo had her dead to rights. She had dropped out of high school one month before graduation on account of she thought she might be knocked up.
Not a pretty future, being as how she had no desire whatsoever to marry Jasper Haver, but fate seemed to have dealt her a hand full of stickle burrs.
She and Jasper had only had sex once ... in the back of his old man's pickup while his old man was driving them to Colorado for the annual amateur rodeo championship in Steamboat Springs.
It had been a bumpy ride, and an even bumpier fuck. But it had been enough to make Lonette's monthly lurch dangerously close to a nine-monthly.
Fortunately, she came through that one, but it left her shaken. She vowed to high tail it out of her small town and seek the bright lights and glamour of Boise.
That's where she ran into Fat Freeman. Hard to miss the big lug. When he sat there that first day puffing and huffing and reading her underage rights, she couldn't help but plot revenge on him.
He was, in fact, forcing her to provide him with sex if he gave her a job. It had overtones of white slavery, but when she questioned the other girls, they told her that was Freeman's modus operandi.
Reluctantly, she had agreed.
And giving Fat Freeman head on that first Friday night was enough to nauseate her for a month of Sundays. At nearly three in the morning on the night in question, Lonette had dragged her tired and danced-out ass into his office.
"So!" he said, rubbing his hands together. "You've come for your pay check ... and to give me your special favor. Is that right?"
"If you say so, Mr. Freeman."
"Just call me 'Fat,' cutie pie."
Lonette had no trouble remembering to.
"Now, I've had a lot of girls at my place blow me, honey. Most of them are pretty cooperative and a few even have mouths like lampreys, but that's not my scene."
"Yeah, sure," she said trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
"I don't need rabid weasels to lick my dick, no sireeeee."
"Anything you say," Lonette managed, wondering how he had ever persuaded a weasel to get anywhere near him.
"My scene is variety, you dig?"
Through the thick curtain of his aftershave, Lonette could smell his body odor. A jillion different kinds of bacteria must have inhabited the folds of his stomach alone. The man was a walking giant petrie dish.
"I need new girls as often as I can get them. And I'm willing to pay for them, too. Just wait till you take a look in that envelope, hot hips. You'll see a big fat crisp five dollar bill in there extra ... all for you."
Being as how the jerk paid peanuts for hours that would make a longshoreman weary, Lonette had to be thankful. At least this was a tip.
She practically had to beg for tips from the patrons out front.
"Now, take your blouse off, cutsie," the barrel-chested elephant said as he grinned up at her. "Let's see those hot jugs of yours."
Lonette slipped off the flannel shirt and exposed her luscious creamy white shoulders, then her beautiful rotund breasts. Each was exquisitely full and upturned and shaped like an enormous piece of ripe fruit.
Her nipples were roughly the size of silver dollars and colored a dusky rose, but when old man Freeman wrapped his thick blubbery lips around them and gave them the suck of her young life, they turned a bright crimson and stuck out like thumbs.
"Jeeeeeeezus!!!!!!" Lonette said as the randy man sucked her left nipple so loudly and strongly she thought he had a vacuum hidden between those lips.
"Yeah," he said drawing off her juicy wrinkled nubbin with a loud sucking sound, "I got quite a mouth on me, don't I?"
It was quite a mouth indeed. Nothing compared to his stomach, but quite a mouth nonetheless. Lonette looked at her left nipple and shook her head.
The gross bull moose had managed to suck her so effectively her nipple protruded up into the air. She stared at it while he flicked it with his tongue.
Then, he drew back again. Probably for air, she reasoned.
"Let me see that other one, sweetie."
"It's right here, Mr. Free-"
Lonette stared at her right one. It was still covered by one of her pasties, which she had forgotten to take off before coming in here.
"That's alright," her generous patron said, "I'll take it off."
His gigantic ham of a hand reached out and grabbed the sequined knocker cover just as Lonette shouted out for him not to.
She had been using a hearty brand of cement glue that boasted its ability to stick things together even in a rainstorm.
But the glue was no match for Hercules Freeman's mighty mitt. He ripped the helpless little jewel off her nipple in a loud, tearing swipe as Lonette screamed in pain.
"Owwwwwwwww!!!!!!"
"Oooooooh," Fat Freeman warbled as he saw his premier go-go dancer writhe in agony, "Kinky ... real kinky, kid. You can count on an extra three or four bucks for this bit of action."
Lonette stared down at her right aureole to see if the nipple were still there. Miraculously, it was intact, though badly rippled.
She swallowed hard as her big boss leaned over and wrapped his liver lips around it and sucked it to a hot, wet burnished point.
"There," he said like an idiot, "Daddy kiss and make it all well again."
Unfortunately, Daddy had done more than kiss. He had sent a charge of electricity from Lonette's nipples to the lips of her petal pink cunt.
And back again.
A complete circuit of arousal bounced back and forth along the connective links of her synapses drawing her ever closer to arousal.
She didn't want this lame-o circus tent to get her that excited, but he was a bit more experienced in these matters than she.
He'd had many girls.
She'd had Jasper Haver in the back of his old man's pickup truck.
Their differences were starting to show.
"Now that fabulous little furry mound," the man said and ogled her as she stood back from a bit. "Let me see that cunt of yours, doll baby."
Somehow, Lonette managed to find the waistband of her jeans. She unsnapped the damn things and lowered the zipper.
Being as how she knew what this appointment was all about, she had purposely worn some very sexy undies. They were the sexiest she could find in the basement of Steinberg's Department Store.
They had the days of the week painted on them in day-glo and a ribbon of lace sewn over the elastic band. Lonette's shimmering pudendum was clearly visible through the cheap layer of nylon filament.
"Now there's a pair," Fat Freeman said lewdly pointing.
"Glad you like them," Lonette blinked, "I got them on sale at Steinberg's."
"Oh, not the panties," he said with a dismissive wave of his gigantic paw. "The lips. I'm a sucker for pudgy little cunt lips and natural blonde pussy hair. Can't help it. Always have been."
She forced a chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" he growled.
When he was mean, he was VERY mean looking.
"Myself," she fibbed, "I was just laughing at myself."
"Well, don't laugh too hard, you stupid bitch. You gotta blow my short arm in a minute and you'll need all your concentration."
Lonette tried to stabilize herself by gripping the edge of Freeman's huge round balding pate. She succeeded in grabbing his eyebrows.
"Ouch!!!!!!"
"Sorry, sir."
"You damn well better be. Now spread those legs. I wanna see what goes on up inside that hot little honey pot of yours."
She spread her legs as best she could considering her jeans were around her ankles. She thrust her hips up at a slight tilt, allowing Freeman a pretty good peek.
"Hmmmmmmm," he said fingering the plump full pink moist inner lips with his rotund sausage fingers, "Nice clit."
"Thank you."
Lonette crossed her eyes in growing arousal as the man fingered it. He plied his big fingers back and forth across the rubbery bulge, forcing it to engorge with blood as he got it hotter from his massage.
She felt the thing roll around in his hand like a marble in a sea of hot oil.
"I bet I could get you off just like this," he said as he twisted his whole hand around the pounding clitoris. He jerked it up, down and sideways at speeds that would make a race car driver envious.
"Noooooooo," Lonette managed from far down in her throat, "never ..... "
The moist mound of her pussy was vibrating like a bowl of gelatin on a super liner train. Her clit throbbed as it protruded through the fleshy sheath of her cuntal hood.
If the truth be known, he could have made her come by manipulating her tits the way he was doing, but she wasn't willing to concede him that much power.
Christ, he was such a fat, ugly bastard.
And he was also a skilled sexual athlete.
All three hundred pounds of him.
"Hold onto your cunt lips," he said as he rolled his chair in a little closer. "I'm gonna make you drool, tootsie. I'm gonna make that pussy of yours spasm."
He laid three huge hard fingers next to her slicked up red cuntal slit. The next thing she knew, he was snaking them inside.
"Oooooh, God!!!!!"
Not just that they were fingers, but that they were enormous fingers made her scream in a mixed symphony of joy and agony.
Her pink cunt slit muscles squeezed the fat forceful fingers sliding up inside of her, but they were powerful and determined.
Up, up, up the rude fingers pushed.
Back, back, back her cunt muscles were forced.
"You're tight as a vise, sister, you know that?"
Lonette couldn't remember which way to move her head if she meant "yes."
"That hot wet little velvet tunnel of yours is resisting my fingers like crazy. You sure you ain't a virgin?"
"Uhhhhh .... not the last time I looked."
"You FEEL like a virgin. Your pussy feels tight as a Chinese miser. Hot, too. That's good. I like them hot and young and tight."
Well, Lonette thought, this is my lucky day. The forceful pushing strokes of those insistent fingers was making her head buzz and her cunt hum.
Her lips plumped up even more under the continual probing.
In and out, the man pushed his rude, huge fingers.
Out and in.
He twisted them around like a fleshy agitator.
She dug her feet into the floor to keep from coming. That fucking Jasper Haver had her in the back of a truck for four and a half hours and he hadn't brought her anywhere near to feeling like this.
Well, that's what a man of experience could do, she supposed.
But at what a price!
Here she was, enjoying herself, okay, but being FORCED into it. That really stuck in her caw. But not quite as neatly as Fat Freeman's fingers were sticking up her pussy tunnel right now.
In and out, the mighty fingers pumped.
She felt her own cuntal muscles squeeze to accommodate him. She felt her pussy clench around his fingers and watched them disappear up to the base knuckle.
"Now!!!!" Fat Freeman yelled and bucked his hips forward.
Lonette's eyes flashed wide as she felt the fat man's fingers yank free of her pussy slit and rush toward his zipper.
Indeed, it did look like an emergency.
There was some sort of missile poised inside his pants that looked ready to go off. I didn't want to be standing in its path when it did.
That's why I veered to one side when he let his big monster out.
I heard the metal teeth unlock.
I heard him reach his hand inside his pants and haul his thing out.
Then, I looked at it.
It was the size of a medium-sized kielbasa and every bit as mottled. It throbbed and the pinprick slit in the red dome flared.
A clear juicy stuff trickled out and he pointed at it.
"You can start by licking me dry, girlie ... " he said as I stared down with both my eyes glazed over. "If you want that extra seven big ones, that is."
I needed the seven dollars.
And I was hot.
And I needed the seven dollars.
So, that is why I got down on my knees and sucked old Fat Freeman's enormously fat and heavy schlong stick. Yes, folks, I sucked it dry.
First, I lapped up the glistening trail of ooze with my tongue in a foolish attempt to tuck it back into that slit.
He had a good laugh at that one, and pulled my ears for it. But I know it tickled him where he lived because his balls bounced out and they were tingling or my name isn't Lonette Tuttle.
They were the size of a bunch of prize table grapes, and just as spongy. They were packed into a thick corrugated sac with a seam running down the middle.
My tongue found the seam.
It found the seam and licked it in long, hot strokes.
I wound my tongue around the man's glands and nibbled at his corona.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, very excitedly, "that's new. That's real new. Jeeezus Christ, I love a new sensation, don't you, girlie?"
I did, but Fat Freeman's cock was already starting to get old. That ball sac of his had more wrinkles than a thousand year old prune. It was a striking contrast to his enormous firm and hard prick stick.
That thing was beating real hard under the sensitive underside of my tongue. I lapped it like crazy. I lapped it up and down.
I lapped it around and around.
I lapped it from side to side in long, luscious strokes.
The head was the size of a Harvard beet and exactly the same color. It grew hot and wet and hard under my eyes.
I stared at it a long time.
"What are you looking at?" Fat Freeman demanded.
"Your cock," I said softly.
"Bet you never saw a dick that big, did you, girlie?"
"I never saw a baseball bat that big."
He seemed pleased at that. For a fat man, he had a pretty good sense of humor ... and the biggest, fattest most angularly slung slice of meat I have ever seen.
And that's the truth.
"Now let's take me down your throat."
When he said that, he edged his mammoth buns out onto the edge of the seat, causing the roller chair to tilt with his enormous weight.
His monster wang stuck up and out at a lewd angle and pointed toward the paint-flaking office ceiling as well as toward my mouth.
I had a teenie logistics problem trying to figure out how I was going to get THAT rod down MY mouth, but I figured just to dive in and discover.
I opened wide.
He gripped his mighty man cock at the base with his huge hand and began pumping it slowly, sort of threading it into my gaping mouth.
It grazed my lips as it slid in.
I felt it fill my entire mouth cavity and head for my tonsils.
"Nice little sucker, yeah," my boss said, as he nodded and pumped the base of his huge dick as he let me have it with the head.
I was hopeful that he meant I could keep the extra seven bucks, but I knew that now was no time to let my confidence get the better of me.
I had a job to do, and it wouldn't pay to loaf about it.
Cock sucking, in this case, proved to be a full-time operation and every bit as demanding as brain surgery. (I don't know for sure, but I can bet you.)
In, in, in my mouth that huge hard tool sped.
It rocketed past my teeth and tonsils and headed for my gullet.
I waved my hands frantically at him, begging him to stop the onslaught. I feared that I might be choked to death.
"That's okay," he said, shaking his huge ugly balding head, "you're just not used to it. Let's build up a little friction here and you just try and relax."
I tried, but my breathing mechanism kept getting in the way.
"Hmmmmmmmm," Freeman said as he grabbed my hands.
"Mrrrrrggggg!!!!!" I said as he took them.
He placed them on the huge bulge of my throat, and I got the hint that this wasn't a new tumor, but rather my boss's enormous cock pole.
If I had been a chipmunk, I would have had enough for all winter.
Then, he started to pump.
The big throbbing blue vein that ran up and down his mighty shaft had begun to pound like a migraine headache. I could feel it throb along the floor of my mouth.
In and out, I sucked that enormous stick.
In and out, it assaulted my tight hot wet mouth tunnel.
Freeman wrapped his huge hands around my head and forced his cock into my mouth as hard as he could. I thought it would poke out the back of my neck!
In and out, he pumped.
I took it all ... every fucking sucking inch of it ... right to the hilt.
Then, he REALLY started to pump.
He kept his hands locked onto my ears and fucked my mouth so hard I saw red and black spots dancing in front of my eyes.
My cunt couldn't help but quiver at all this hot action. It was quivering mightily as the big gorilla fucked his hot cock stick in and out of my tiny helpless mouth.
In and out, he pumped.
Out and in.
Harder and faster.
Deeper and wetter.
Round and round.
Then, like a jack hammer out of control he pounded my head in.
And at last, after a deadly round of in and out that filled my entire mouth cavity and made me drool with its hot frictionalized pumping ... he came.
He shot a white hot geyser of spunk into my mouth.
I was so startled my eyes flew open and I rattled a string of curses that all came out like smashed alphabet soup bits on account of that honker of his was so far down inside of me.
It choked off my air.
But it did not choke off his spunk.
He came about a bucketful of blasting jizz. And I was forced to eat it all ... every creamy drop of it. And then, he made me lick his cock clean.
"Almost dry," he said with a wide grin on his ugly puss. "Just keep licking, sister. You'll make the grade. Next week, we might even up you to seven-fifty."
I yanked my head back and spat directly into his eye.
"I don't want your grubby tip," I told him. "You can keep your filthy gangland bucks. I wouldn't take a picture of Honest Abe Lincoln from you if you paid me!!!!!"
And that was pretty much Lonette's attitude for the first six weeks of her job. She loathed Mr. Freeman, but she had to go in every Friday night and blow him anyway, until he got tired of that and wanted Greek instead of French.
And at that point, lovely Lonette packed her thirteen odd pasties and two G-strings, waltzed past Bruiser the bouncer and Chin Lee the custodian and stepped over the sleeping drunks on the sidewalk and headed for the bus station.
She would have told Fat Freeman good-bye, but he was busy getting his dick sucked.
Chapter Two
The shapely red-haired girl tucked a strand of her copper hair back up into her pony tail and beckoned for the next car to move up.
"Turn off your lights," she told the driver. "Just leave the motor on."
How many times had she had to tell him that same thing? He had been coming to the Spanking New Car Wash for two and a half years every Friday, and still she had to tell him when to piss.
Men were such babies.
She strutted across the open door of the car wash and gave the signal to the girls behind her that another car was coming in.
The driver got out and smiled at her. She smiled back, though her heart wasn't in it. But he was a paying customer and the Spanking Clean Car Wash could use all the customers they could get right now.
Ever since that new interstate had opened up and slapped its exit number seventeen four blocks up the road, they'd lost a lot of money.
It was just perseverance and bullheadedness that kept them in business. Of course, there were the girls ... four of them ... to think of.
She didn't like the idea that they should be forced to go elsewhere for a job. In the best of times, she could support them with lots left over, but that was over a year ago.
Now, they'd all had to cut back. Poor Mimzie. She'd been taking singing lessons, and even sang a couple of weekends at the local women's coffee house. But now, there were no more singing lessons.
"Let's soap him up," she shouted and two women appeared in tight shorts and brief halters. They began to scrub the side windows of the customer's car as he walked along the cement-lined row that bordered the conveyer belt.
A lot of places were fully automated now, but that wouldn't do for the Spanking Clean Car Wash. All the women here needed the work, and Dee Dee felt responsible for them. After all, she owned the joint.
She wiggled her hot honey ass around and found a brush and a bucket full of soap and water. She sloshed the brush around and strapped it to the back of her hand. She would have done two of them, but her arms were tired.
She watched the cute trim ass of the girl in front of her as she bent over and washed the side walls of the big sedan.
Dee Dee had to admire that little girl. She was only seventeen years old, and she did a man's work every day around the place.
Her shorts were so damned tight she could see the outline of her ass crack when she bent over and spread her legs a little bit.
But there was another girl looking at her. A girl named Sharon King. Sharon was the size of an Amazon, and the girls at the car wash had named her King Kong.
She was stacked like an Amazon, too, but she towered over everybody, even some of the men who came into the joint.
And she was the lover of the girl who was now standing in front of Dee Dee's line of vision and flashing her ass.
But that wasn't so unusual around the Spanking Clean Car Wash.
All five of the girls who worked there were lesbians.
King Kong had come first. That's when Dee and her were still lovers. Then, King Kong had picked up Mimzie. Mimzie was a singer in the women's coffee house then, and the two of them had become lovers.
For a while, they were a threesome, but Mimzie strayed. Mimzie was a nympho. She picked up the dishwasher from the coffee house one night and brought her home.
She stayed. Her name was Cathy and she was a light-skinned black girl with a huge set of cafe au lait knockers and burgundy tips on them the size of baby fists.
They were all only too glad to have Cathy stay.
Then, Dee Dee's mother died and left her enough money to sink into a business. That meant that the girls could all work together ... away from the prying eyes of the town of Bakersfield. And so, she had bought this flagging car wash, hoping to turn it into a real money maker. It had turned into a monkey maker.
And Dee Dee Frietas was the monkey.
She had tried, but the place was constantly operating in the red. The night she had decided to tell King Kong and Mimzie and Cathy that they would probably have to declare bankruptcy, Bo Peep appeared at their door.
Bo Peep had run away from home because she was a lesbian, and her father and mother had taken turns beating her for it.
When they got tired, they sent her to school so the kids could beat her up for it. She was less than five feet tall with fuzzy chestnut hair and a hot set of buns with a pert little set of titties to match.
Dee Dee couldn't turn her away. So, instead of declaring bankruptcy, she opened her door to yet another stray lezzie.
But the girl had been an excellent worker. Too bad she didn't have brains enough to tie her shoelaces. But she was hot.
Every girl at the car wash could vouch for that.
Lately, though, King Kong had put her foot down.
"Leave her alone," she told the other four. "She's my brat, see. She needs a lot of training into the gay lifestyle. I'm teaching her."
It hurt Dee Dee to hear that kind of talk, but nobody wanted to argue with King Kong. She had the body of an Amazon, true. But there was a good reason why they named her King Kong. She had a temper like a caged ape.
Bo Peep turned around from her place ahead of Dee Dee and flashed her a hot grin. Bad move, Dee Dee thought. If King Kong caught her flirting with Dee Dee, she'd punch her out right in front of everybody.
King Kong could get very physical.
And very vocal.
She had a big voice to match that big set of lungs on her.
"Okay!!!!!" Dee Dee hollered. "Let's rinse him down."
The two girls on the other side of the car walked forward and stepped up to the hoses. They lowered some of the equipment from overhead and turned the jets on.
It was hard talking above the din of those machines, but it wasn't hard to make faces. That's what they did most of the time to communicate.
Or hand signals.
Right now, King Kong was making some to Bo Peep. She held her hands up and made a circle with one thumb and forefinger. Then, with her opposite forefinger, she made some stroking motions into the circle.
It was clear to everyone within seeing distance, that she was signaling Bo Peep for a fuck. Bo Peep grinned and winked back.
She was a very flirtatious seventeen year old, and Dee Dee had to wonder how King Kong could stand to be away from her.
She was a hot dish, but she had a roving eye.
And as soon as King Kong stepped back behind the hoses, Bo Peep started flirting with her again. Dee Dee smiled back and spread her chamois over the top of the shining black automobile with a loud splat.
She began to wipe, but her heart wasn't her cunt ache. Odd that she should do that, with all the financial worry she had right now.
But that's what she felt.
First, a tugging and pulling at her cunt lips ... then a trickle of cunt honey running down her pussy lips ... then a twitching of her nipples.
She could feel her knocker tips stand out from the flesh of her tits and strain against the brief little halter top.
But the worst itch was that sizzling hot ache in her cunt.
The ache that signaled that her clit was about to blossom. It would be hard in a matter of seconds. And it would be really difficult to hide it under these shorts. None of the girls wore panties at that joint.
Oddly enough, that had been King Kong's idea.
"We're trying to attract customers, Dee Dee," the big buxom dyke had said to her one day when they'd finished doing the books and felt pretty low down at the continuing deficit. "Most of the customers who come to a car wash are men."
"So we should flaunt our asses for male chauvinist pigs?" Cathy said in near shock. She was a pretty militant feminist lesbian, but she had learned most of her politics from Mimzie.
"We need the bread, Cathy," King Kong told her.
"We need our dignity, too."
"That's really feminist of you, Cathy," King Kong argued back, "but we gotta eat. The rent is overdue on this busted ranch style hovel and I don't think we're gonna be able to pay it unless we start pulling in more dough."
"And that means advertise," Mimzie threw in.
Cathy turned to glare at Mimzie. If her idol feminist could be so Madison Avenue in her thinking, she could too.
"Okay, okay," she allowed finally, "I'll wear what the rest of you decide to wear. Only no bra!!!!! I'm absolutely adamant about that."
Bras, to Cathy and Mimzie, were signs of capitalist decadence and male chauvinist marketing. Neither of them happened to need bras because their tits stood up like the foothills of the Sierra Nevada's.
In that way, Dee Dee guessed that their politics matched their biology.
"I hope you don't want us to stand in front of the car wash and strut up and down," Mimzie said after a long silence. "I won't do that. It's sucking off the male establishment by pandering to them."
"It's making a living," King Kong said harshly.
"Christ, King," Mimzie hollered, "next you'll want me to walk the streets so we can pay the water bill. Well, I won't do it!"
Dee Dee stood up and gestured for them all to shut up.
"Nobody's asking you to walk the streets, Mimzie. If you don't want to wear tight shorts with no panties under them, then don't. King and I will. But that's our decision. We HAVE to attract customers."
"What about the lady customers?" Bo Peep piped up.
"I don't know any ladies who mind us not wearing panties," King Kong said firmly as she shot a harsh glance at her lesbian trainee.
'My mother wouldn't like it," she said back.
That Bo Peep was a trouble maker. She was supposed to be King Kong's girlfriend and she was constantly giving her trouble and flirting with the other girls at the car wash.
And right now, she was flirting with Dee Dee ... giving her a swish of her hips and a twinkle of her eye and a flash of her tit flesh.
She leaned over unnecessarily and let one of her enormous knockers practically fall out of her halter top. She pulled herself up with a hot smile and licked her lips at Dee Dee.
"It's hot," she said, in the way of a half-hearted explanation. "My breasts always get soooo greasy when I sweat. Yours, too?"
It wasn't an innocent question.
It was a come-on.
It was a calculated comment to make Dee Dee hot.
And it was working.
"Here," Dee Dee said as she handed the girl a huge shiny vacuum nozzle. "Why don't you get in there and do a little vacuuming ... the ashtrays and stuff?"
"You coming in with me?"
"I have to, Bo Peep. Remember? There's a front seat to clean, too."
She opened the car door and shoved the fuzzy-haired pixie into the back. She shut her door and climbed into the front.
At least they would be separated by a seat.
The girl couldn't do too much to inflame her glands if they were separated by a car seat. At least she didn't think she could.
The sound of the vacuuming swallowed up any conversation they might have had once they set to work inside the huge sedan.
Dee Dee polished the dashboard and cleaned the rear view mirror. She looked back at Bo Peep to see her waving out the back window to her adoring mentor, King Kong.
Dee Dee steered the car into the shade and kept on scrubbing.
"Give me that," she said and took the vacuum from the flirtatious little dyke.
She watched King Kong and Cathy and Mimzie disappear behind them. King Kong would know enough to collect the money from the customer.
That would leave the two of them out there for a few minutes to finish up the job on the interior of his car, then he would stroll out and take over.
Dee Dee got up on her knees and leaned over to vacuum the floorboards. She felt something on top of her. It was hot and cuddly.
"Bo Peep," she said in a firm voice, though she was already hotter than a sidewalk in August, "cut that out."
"I'm horny," the cute little pixie said with a toss of her fuzzy brown hair.
"Then go back and get it on with your girlfriend."
"I want to get it on with you."
"This isn't the time or the place."
Dee Dee crawled over the front seat and began to go over the back again, though the truth was, Bo Peep had already done the back.
But she was starting to get scattered. Her brain wasn't working right. Her cunt was taking control of her head. Sex was ruling the day.
Bo Peep climbed over the seat and on top of Dee Dee. She got up on her knees on the car seat and stuck her tits squarely into her boss's face.
"Wouldn't you love to suck these?" she said wistfully.
"Maybe I would," Dee Dee shot back with all the anger she could muster, "but I don't think King Kong would let me."
"These aren't King Kong's tits," the amorous little lezzie said as she fisted her two thick burnished crimson nipples and twirled them in Dee Dee's face. "They're mine."
"So I can see. Now will you move over and let me finish this job?"
Outside, she could see Mr. Dalby heading for his car.
Bo Peep spread her legs out on the seat and drew one leg hole of her skin-clinging shorts to one side and flashed Dee Dee a generous slice of cunt meat.
"Wouldn't you love to dip into my honey pot, Dee Dee? You never have yet."
Dee Dee felt her glands assault her. Her head reeled and her nipples blistered. The lips of her cunt throbbed like conga drums during a timpani solo.
"Oh, shit," she said and stared longingly at the banquet the little fuzzy-headed cutie spread out for her. She watched as the girl's clit popped up like a pink-nosed rodent from a mole hole.
She reached down and flicked off the vacuum. Then, she cracked the back door of the sedan and sent the huge nozzle flying.
Mr. Dalby looked in and grinned just as Dee Dee pulled Bo Peep's shorts back into place. Then, she grabbed the door handle and leaned out.
"Mr. Dalby," she said with as sane a smile as she could form on her face, "would you mind giving us a ride to the store?"
"Sure thing," the gray-haired gentleman said as he opened the door to the driver's seat. "I'm going to the Claymore Shopping Center. Will that be okay?"
Dee Dee didn't wait to give him an answer.
She leaned out the door a little more and called back to Mimzie who was still standing there with the air hose in her hand.
"We're going to the store to pick up a few things," she hollered. "Mr. Dalby has been kind enough to offer us a ride."
Mimzie gave her a screwed up look, but she nodded at last.
King Kong and Cathy were inside, so Dee Dee could only hope that they would get the story straight. Then, she shut the door.
She was taking a real risk, and she knew it. Nobody wanted to incur King Kong's wrath ... least of all her ... her oldest friend.
But right now her cunt was ruling her head. And her cunt was spasming like fury just looking at the hot little fuck bunny sitting next to her.
The big black sedan took off in a burst of pollution. It whizzed out of the concrete lot and into the alley, heading toward the highway.
Bo Peep scooted closer into Dee Dee and ran her anxious hand up and down Dee Dee's creamy smooth thighs. Both girls were tanned from the valley sun, and their skin was golden hued and gloriously firm.
Bo Peep's hand crept up toward Dee Dee's panty line. She strained her fingers toward the girl's leg hole, and Dee Dee hit them.
"Not yet," she said firmly, "we're in a stranger's car. Wait a minute."
"Oh, but Dee Dee," the adorable nymphet said as she gazed up into her eyes, "I don't know if I can wait. I never wanted anybody as much as I want you."
"You're playing with fire, Bo."
The younger girl ran her hand through Dee Dee's fiery pony tail. "I know," she said wantonly pursing her sensual lips together like some back lot Hollywood sex symbol, "and I can hardly wait to get burned."
If he was onto what was going on, Mr. Dalby didn't acknowledge it. He kept both hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road.
Dee Dee finally threw her arm around Bo Peep at the younger girl's insistence.
"I can hardly wait to make it with you," she whispered into the older girl's ear. "You don't know how long it's been eating at me."
Dee Dee, too, felt the passion rise up inside of her. Where they were going, she wasn't exactly sure. But she had a damned good idea what they would do when they got there.
"Here's the shopping center," the manly bass voice said as the car swerved into yet another mindless array of concrete and plexiglass with chain stores and franchises blazing away in broad daylight.
"This will be fine," Dee Dee called, as soon as she had her throat cleared to speak. "Just let us off right here."
"Oh, I can take you right up to the store, if you like," he said in that friendly way he had. "Where are you going exactly?"
"Uhhhhhhh ...."
"To the post office!" Bo Peep said and wrapped one arm around Dee Dee's slender neck. "I wanna make a special delivery."
"I can see that," Mr. Dalby said and steered the car toward the plain gray building with the little flag draped out front of it.
* * *
"Where the hell are we?" Bo Peep trilled as the older girl led her by the hand toward the green thicket behind the Bakersfield Bus Station.
"We're in heaven," Dee Dee snapped, "now let's get naked."
"Do you think anybody can see us from here?" the little foxy girl said as she slipped down into the high grasses.
"There's one thing for sure."
"What's that?"
"It's a damned lot more private than the post office."
The younger giggled as she reached back and untied the straps of her halter top. As she let the clinging pieces of triangle slip over the huge rising mounds of her tits, Dee Dee had to take her breath in.
Even seeing the girl with only a layer of thin, mound-hugging material on was nothing to compare to her in the nude.
She had a body like a calendar girl. Her tits were incredibly firm and high rising and her nipples invited to be eaten.
"Take that off," she pointed to Dee Dee's top. "You've got a pair inside of there, and I know it. I want to rub mine against yours."
Dee Dee untied her halter top at the neck and peeled the clinging cotton over her luscious full tits. They were heavier than Bo Peep's, but the nipples were massive and nearly-fully erected.
Bo Peep sat up, arched her back and reached out for them. The girls rubbed each others' nipples like flint stones until they started up a fire inside one another. Bo Peep jumped on top of Dee Dee and mashed her big jugs into hers.
They rolled over and over each other, pressing their tits against one another playfully until they started to rub the nipples in earnest.
Dee Dee gripped the big blazing cherries that sat atop Bo Peep's precious pair and manipulated them with her fingers even as she pressed her own into them.
Bo Peep ringed her fists around the other girl's nipples and rubbed them briskly.
"Ooooooooh," she said, "I knew you would be hot, Dee Dee ... I just knew it. Let's rub our clits together. I can hardly wait."
Dee Dee lifted her hips up and snaked out of her tight shorts. She watched as the little nymphet squirmed out of her shorts and spread her legs.
She was all hot and eager. She started to finger her own clit before Dee Dee could even get to it.
"You are one of the hottest chicks I've ever seen."
"That's because you inspire me," the girl whispered hotly as she plied her pudgy pink cuntal lips around and around.
It was easy to see, now that they were naked, that Bo Peep was not fully matured. Her tits could hold their own in a beauty contest, but the sweet little angelic tuft of hair that coiled up on her cuntal mound was still sparse.
"You've got gorgeous strawberry blonde hair on your cunt," Bo Peep said as she spied what Dee Dee had been keeping between her legs.
"Thanks."
"It matches your hair ... sort of."
"It's what I flash my lovers when they ask if I'm a natural redhead."
"Ooooh, I knew you were," Bo Peep said, "I peeked at you when you were naked in the shower on several occasions."
"You did?"
"Yep. Always masturbated when I watched you, too."
"You did not."
"Yes, I did. Wanna see?"
It was a tempting offer.
"Let me see."
"Here I am spying on you," Bo Peep said as she eyed Dee Dee's luscious body hotly up and down. "Notice how I'm playing with my cunt?"
Dee Dee could hardly help but notice.
It was like an invitation.
Bo Peep spread her rosy pink cuntal lips out wide and exposed the hooded sheath of her clitoris. She manipulated the thing in hot, lusty circles.
It grew big and puffy and slick. The noises of wetness and Bo Peep's heavy breathing were enough to make her pussy spasm.
Using her thumb as a vibrator, the girl pressed and nudged her clit into a fully-erected state of bloom. It glowed hot and glistening wet and deep, burnished pink. Her dark hole was clearly visible.
Dee Dee wanted to stick her tongue up it right then and there ... but the girl had said something about wanting to rub their clits together.
That suited her fine, too.
"Now I want to play with yours," Bo Peep said as she crawled over and dove for the delicious amber waves of cunt hair that grew in abundance over Dee Dee's hot thick cunt lips.
The girl nearly rubbed her clit off.
"Slow down a bit," Dee Dee said as she felt her go at her clit with the palm of one hand and the pinching fingers of another.
"I don't know if I can," Bo Peep said softly and hotly, "I'm sooo fucking hot right now. Let's rub our cunts together and come."
The girls straddled the earth. They planted their knees firmly into the soil and faced each other. Dee Dee arched her back and Bo Peep bucked her buns into the full furry mound that the girl extended to her.
Dee Dee felt a blistering sensation below as the little girl ground her hips into hers. She felt her clit connect with the other girl's clit.
She felt their cunt cracks exchange runny honey.
The girl moved from side to side ... stroking Dee Dee's clit with her own in wide, hot sweeping motions.
"You're driving me nuts," somebody mumbled.
Dee Dee put her hands on Bo Peep's burgeoning nipples and rubbed them hard. They moved in hot, slower more erotic circles and massaged clits.
Dee Dee felt her pussy lips quiver, shake, rattle and roll.
Bo Peep went crazy with the action, and they both got off good on the humping thrusts.
Chapter Three
"Wow!" the kittenish little nymphet whispered as she licked her lips. "That was good for starters. Now, how about a main course?"
"I don't know," Dee Dee said as she tried to get her eyes uncrossed. "I think we may have stayed too long at the fair already."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's just an old expression, so don't wiggle your face out of whack on account of it. I just meant that the gals back at the car wash ought to be missing us shortly."
"Shortly," the girl said lasciviously winding her hips around in wild exotic circles that were slow and calculated and turning Dee Dee on like crazy.
"You know how jealous King Kong can get."
"Now you know how HOT I can get."
And now that I found out, I think we should get a move on. Come on," Dee Dee said as she reached for her shorts, "we're not exactly safe back here."
"We're a lot safer here than in the car wash."
"Quit fingering yourself."
"Never."
The girl kept up a steady strumming of her clit as she began to move her hips back and forth like a cellist drawing a bow.
She crawled like a little worm in heat over to where Dee Dee lay, still breathing heavily and licked the girl's high, rounded mounds with her long velvety wet tongue.
"Cut that out."
"When I've had enough," Bo Peep gurgled.
"You're a nympho!!!!"
"What a sweet thing to say!"
"Come here and sit on my face."
"Now you're talking."
Dee Dee wadded up her cut-off shorts and took a quick glance around the empty lot. So high and overgrown with weeds was the place, that anybody passing along the street probably couldn't see them. There were scrub pines, too, and a few locusts.
She didn't figure many people took the bus anymore, and it was true there wasn't much activity anywhere under that big ugly sign with that skinny greyhound leaping over some imaginary hurdle.
But there were back doors to the stucco building, and if somebody chanced to come out the back way, say a custodian or someone looking for a place to do something like what she was doing, the two of them would be sitting ducks.
The risk was kind of fun, too, though, and it reminded Dee Dee of the day when she would make out with her girlfriends in public just to put the straight world off.
"Honey, will ya take a gander at those two LEZZZZZZ-BEEEEENS," she could always count on somebody smarting off, "Do you believe they do that stuff in public?"
Once, she had made out with Mimzie Bush at a movie theatre. It was during a matinee of "Mommie Dearest." They just sat in the balcony and rubbed tits and lips and hips and whatever else they could press together.
A dowager type sitting in front of them with a silver-haired lady friend turned around and gave them a hostile, arched-eyebrow look.
"Would you two mind practicing your perversion somewhere else?" the indignant bitch had said to them both with a shaky scolding voice.
"Sure," Dee Dee said. She was in her most blatantly hostile stage then about being gay. She didn't care if the world knew it. "We'll practice it somewhere else. How's about we climb up there and sit on your laps and fist fuck each other?"
The two of them had laughed so hard at that one that they didn't hear much of the movie. But they later found out it didn't matter, as it was a critical bomb.
Still, they had a good time.
Maybe better than anyone else watching it straight.
"What are you looking for?" Bo Peep said, scratching her thighs that itched from the sticky intrusion of thistles and weeds. "Indians?"
"No. Just prying eyes."
"Well, why don't you look into MY eyes?"
"Just a minute," Dee Dee said as she held her hand up on a cautionary note. "We've got to be careful. We can't have anybody seeing us back here."
"I don't care if somebody DOES see us."
Dee Dee had to smile at that one. Bo Peep was still a young dyke. She was very much into showing off about it. Dee Dee had been like that once, too. Not so long ago, in fact. But she quieted down about her sexual preferences.
And once the business began to fall toward hard times, she kept a decidedly lower profile. It just didn't do to flaunt your sexuality around ... especially in a talkative town like Bakers field.
Dee Dee, once certain there were no interlopers, leaned back and rested her head on her wadded up cut-offs. That was all the invitation the over-eager Bo Peep needed to straddle her face.
"Now don't smother me," Dee Dee warned as the girl got onto all fours and bounced up, her gorgeous golden tits swinging like ripe fruit on a vine.
"Not a chance," Bo Peep said, "I don't want to lose a good tongue through a bad accident. I'll be careful."
Dee Dee had to wonder if she wasn't just a piece of meat to Bo Peep.
The girl was an insatiable horny toad. Many nights, she could lie awake in her room at the house where they all lived and hear the young girls getting off. She sounded like a baseball game. She screamed and the mattress squeaked. Then she screamed some more. The moans alone were enough to tear Dee Dee's guts out.
The reason was simple. She would so much rather have had them altogether ... in a threesome ... even a foursome or five-some.
She wanted all the girls in the house to get off with each other freely and without regard to who was whose girlfriend. But it just hadn't worked out that way.
King Kong had nabbed Bo Peep and as much as told everybody else, "Hands off."
Well, perhaps this little escapade with her was more than just happenstance. Maybe she had willed it. It was ONE way of getting into the hot little lesbian's panties.
She took in a breath as the gorgeous girl climbed up on her and spread her legs.
Her pussy hair was fine and silky and springy. Her lips were as firm as pliant rubber and a perfect shell pink color.
She inserted her tongue into the creamy crevice and diddled the girl's clit with one compliant hand. Bo Peep bounced up and down hotly.
"What a nice horsie ride," she said in that husky little sex kitten voice of hers.
"Mmmmmmmm," Dee Dee said as she spiraled her tongue around and around, forcing it farther into the beckoning slick pink crack.
Her fingers wound around the girl's clit and jerked it rhythmically.
She wound it around inside her hands, fondling it every which way. It hummed. It buzzed. It crackled, snapped and popped in her hand.
The girl's cunt crack was running a steady stream of butter cream. Dee Dee ate some. It tasted like ambrosia. She swallowed some. It was replenishing.
She felt her tongue stiffen, as if it were experiencing the condition known in the straight world as a "hard on". Odd that she could have that same sensation with her tongue. Sure, she had been told it was impossible. She had heard all the stories and read all the books. It was impossible for a woman to fuck another woman. The experience was just not supposed to be the same.
How could so many informed sources be so wrong?
She knew for a fact that she was fucking Bo Peep with her tongue. If she had any doubts at all, she had only to look at the young girl's face.
It was transfixed in a sexual stupor.
Her eyes were closed and she leaned forward like a flower shifting in the breeze. Her lips were parted and moist. Her nostrils were flared ... as if she were scenting the juicy aroma of sex.
The air was charged with it. Bo Peep bounced up and down and around and ground her luscious little girlish hips into Dee Dee's face.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she called softly.
She managed to find two firm handles to hold onto while she rode Dee Dee's thrusting tongue ... Dee Dee's burgeoning thick nipples.
She manipulated them fiercely and humped the girl's face.
Dee Dee kept one hand wrapped around Bo Peep's clit and the other around her own. The girl couldn't see what she was doing, but she doubted that mattered.
She had her own legs spread wide and was strumming her hot cuntal button as fast as she could go. The coupling of those hot, juicy sensations was pussy-numbing.
She could feel arrows running from her head to her cunt.
She could feel a thousand straining pores arching out to suck up the girl's greedy little cuntal juices. She laced her tongue around and around and around the girl's hot, gyrating hole.
Dee Dee dug her deeply with her tongue.
So deeply did she lance her that the girl bounced up, then floated down onto the stubborn tip of her lover's rigid tongue dick.
"Oooooooh," Bo Peep said as she tossed her wild nimbus of fuzzy hair around and took her breath in deep, halting gaps. "Finger me, Dee. God, I'm dying for it."
Dee Dee switched her tongue and her hand. She wrapped her tongue neatly around the girl's twitching, full clit and began to dip her fingers in the juiced up honey pot the girl was so generously flashing her.
Bo Peep reached down and took hold of her cunt lips and spread them wide for Dee Dee to finger fuck her. How far and how fast would be pretty much up to the younger girl, but Dee Dee had an idea how it might go.
She was, after all, hotter than the valley sun. She thrust her hips hard into Dee Dee's face one last time, then settled down on the projections of all four of her fingers.
She arched her back hard and forced her hips forward, taking them up to the first knuckle ... all four of them.
The feel of that hot, tight cuntal fist wrapping around her fingers was exquisite to the older girl. The sound made her wince with pleasure.
The sounds were syrupy, but tight ... tight and sticky ... like a pool vacuum. The girl was incredibly tight, but she had taken all four of her fingers ... a good bet that she and King Kong had been doing some advanced finger fucking ... like maybe up to the fist.
Dee Dee would soon find out.
She felt an uncontrollable urge to back off for a second and ask her how far she could take her hand up inside her, but the girl was free to take as much as she wanted, and besides, she didn't especially relish the idea of unwrapping her tongue from around the girl's clit.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Bo Peep said in a hushed whisper. "I wish I had King Kong's vibrator here. You could do me up the ass at the same time."
That was a low blow.
But it spurred Dee Dee to some dangerous competitive heights.
She slid off the girl's clit and stared at her, even withdrawing her hand as the startled girl looked at her in shock.
"Look, Bo," she said licking her lips and tasting the sweet cuntal juices the girl had smeared her with, "I can do anything your girlfriend can do. Not that I want this to sound like a challenge, but I can."
The girl stuck her pert tits out and clasped her hands to her slender waist. "Can you fuck me and suck my ass at the same time?"
"No reason why not. Only I don't like being compared with King Kong."
"Sorry," the girl said, but the apology struck Dee as insincere.
Problem was, she was already too far gone on the lust route to care.
"Roll off me a second."
"Do I have to?"
"It'll only take a second. I'm gonna show you a new position ... at least I think it's new. It might be for you."
"Oh, wow!!!!!!!" the girl said, all eager-eyed and bouncy again.
"Get up onto all fours, like you did a second ago when you crawled up onto me."
Bo Peep obliged. She got onto all fours and looked amazingly like a wildcat in heat.
"Now spread your legs."
"I been hoping you'd say that."
"Fucking nympho."
"Damn right."
"Spread them wide."
Dee Dee watched as the girl obeyed. When it came to suggesting a way to fuck, this girl was more than eager to please her.
The redhead attacked Bo Peep's asshole with her tongue. She saw her target ... a hot little haven of sizzling pink flesh surrounding a tight, dark hole.
Tiny strands of fuzzy soft hairs ringed the sphincter in delicate design.
Her buns were supple, but firm.
Her hole was inviting ... like a vortex of bliss ... pink, creamy bliss.
Dee Dee stuck her tongue flat against the girl's anus. She wound it around in slow, tantalizing circles, caressing her pink wrinkled halo, and dabbing her tongue inside it every three or four circles.
Bo Peep began to moan like a crazed weasel.
Dee Dee kept up the delirious frenzied circles with her tongue as she reached forward through the girl's outstretched legs and grabbed her clit.
It stuck out like a puffed up thumb.
She diddled it hard, and Bo Peep responded with low, whimpering cries.
With her free hand, Dee Dee made a fist. She placed it flush with the girl's hot, wet pink inner folds. She pressed it firmly against her cuntal folds.
"Oh, God," Bo Peep cried as the row of firm knuckles found her sensitized cuntal nerves. "Fuck me with your fist. Yeah ... yeah."
Dee Dee had a hard time working it in. The girl was tight. And she had lots to do with her tongue just then, so her focus was split.
But the little chick was hot and horny and totally open to the experiment ... or at least she was pretending to be.
Dee Dee worked a couple of hearty knuckles into the tight, spasming slit of Bo Peep's hot, gripping cuntal hole. The girl responded by bucking her hips.
Dee Dee brought her tongue down into the ass crack valley and lanced it into the impossibly tight asshole. It stuck firm.
She diddled it in and out, building up a track of slick, hot friction. Her ass tasted like the butt end of heaven.
In and out she laced her tongue.
She dug her deep up inside her poop chute.
She tickled her high.
She wound her tongue out and laced it over her tight hole and rounded buns.
And the whole time, she kept up a hard, firm steady insertion of her knuckles.
"I'm too tight," the girl said, and it was definitely a disappointed comment.
Dee Dee brought her tongue away a moment.
"Just relax."
"Okay, but I'm soooo tight. Your fist hurts."
"It's gonna hurt a little. But if you find it hurting too much, just tell me."
"I want it," Bo Peep called softly. "I want you to fist fuck me."
"Then relax and spread your legs. Bounce your hips up and down. Get some more friction going on my hand. Spread your juice out on it."
"Maybe I should lick it first."
Dee Dee had to smile. Now the little girl was catching on.
She held her fist up to the girl's mouth as she kept one hand locked around her clit, massaging it back and forth in persistent circles.
The sound of that girl producing saliva all over her fist ... the feel of that velvety kitten tongue on her knuckles ... these things made Dee Dee hot to trot.
She wanted to do this thing to Bo Peep ... the most intimate thing two lesbians could do. Maybe she wanted to get back at King Kong for taking her away ... they both could have been enjoying her sexed up company, but no ...
Well, today the tables were tilting ... in her favor.
Once the knuckles were dripping wet with mouth juice, Dee Dee put her fist down into the tight little crack again and wedged a healthy amount of knuckles into the slick hole.
She felt some resistance, then a little relaxing of the muscles.
"Do it ... do it ... " she heard Bo Peep cry. "Fuck me with your fist. Fist fuck my cunt. God, I am craving your fist."
Dee Dee wanted to hear that. It meant she could go ahead and ram the little girl's quivering quim for all she was worth.
Well she knew that's what it would take to effect entry.
Then, she could count on some screams.
At first, penetration with a whole fist could be quite painful.
But then, if her experience and instincts were to be trusted, she could bank on some rich purrs, deep moans and wild hip gyrations.
And that's just about the way it happened.
Except for one slight wrinkle.
A twist that Dee Dee had not envisioned.
An interloper.
A stranger ... a stranger from Boise, Idaho, who had just stepped off the bus and badly needed a place to go and sit and be away from the prying eyes of male denizens of the bus terminal.
One Lonette Tuttle.
"Oh, Gawdddddd!!!!!!!!" Bo Peep screamed when Dee Dee's fist plunged into the tight socket of her cuntal hole. "You're killing me."
She screamed and moaned and bucked her hips hard ... like a bronco at a rodeo.
But she never asked Dee to take that fist out.
On the contrary, she worked her hips down harder and tighter onto the cutting edge of Dee's knuckles. She wanted that hard big digital dildo right up her snatch hard and fast and juicy as she could get it.
Instinctively, Dee Dee began working her fist in and out of the crazily tight and spasming hole. She knew that in order for the younger girl to take it, she would have to really build up a layer of heat and friction.
Around and around, the older girl wound her fist.
Then, she began pumping it briskly in and out of the stretched out pink wet hole.
The hole seized her knuckles. She pummeled the hole with her fist.
Around and around she spun her hand.
In and out, she pumped her pinched fist.
The younger girl's hole clenched around it, but the sides of her cuntal canal were running with juices. They bubbled inside her vulva.
Dee Dee fist fucked Bo Peep with everything she had.
And sure enough, the groans turned to soft, powdery cooing sounds. The fierce frightened bucks of her hips became slow, hot erotic circles.
And she stopped cursing.
"Oooooooooh," she said, "that feels sooooooo crazy. You're driving me nuts."
Dee Dee had a good idea that she was. She kept her tongue pinned good and tight up inside Bo Peep's precious poop chute.
Dee Dee bent her arm at the elbow. It made a better lever for entering the girl's priceless pussy slit. Then she began to pump her ever harder.
Ever harder and ever faster.
In and out with the fury of demons.
Around and around like a speeding merry-go-round.
"Oh, Gawd ... oh, Gawd!!!!!!!" Bo Peep cried merrily as she twisted her luscious little teenage hips around and around and up and down.
Dee Dee stabbed the girl high up in the chute with her tongue. She twisted her digit around inside her bung hole, scorching it and feeling it scorched back.
Deliriously, Dee Dee anchored her tongue high up into the girl's anal tract. She tasted her deeply and loved every nuance of the flavor.
She wound her hand around, grinding the girl very close to the tip of her womb. She knew to be careful here, but not to be too careful.
The girl was, after all, very close to coming.
And she was, too. For with the one hand she had been diddling her clit with, she now used to manipulate her own clitoris to a burnished prong.
She raced her fingers back and forth across it in mounting speed and racing rhythm.
Around and around she strummed her love button until she nudged against ecstasy.
Then, she felt Bo Peep go off.
It was a wild string of orgasm. The deeper she put her fist, the more she was certain that the girl loved it. And she knew that a come from this kind of action was bound to be cataclysmic.
The girl's hind legs actually left the earth. She threw her head back and let out a long, deep primordial whoop. She jerked her hips around in crazed spasms.
"Oh, Gawd. I'm commmmming!!!!!!"
From the way she said it, Dee could tell she was probably biting her lip to keep from flipping her lid over the mounting sexual excitement.
But she came in a furious gyration of pussy muscles.
She spun her hips in a mad hula, and she fell forward onto her creamy tits with the protruding purplish nipples. She rolled around moaning like a crazed banshee.
Dee Dee fingered her cunt in tandem.
She knew exactly how to time her masturbation to come at a certain moment. She could control her climax perfectly, like most lesbians could.
She crashed into the same stratosphere as her lover and at exactly the same moment.
She lanced her tongue in deep to the bung hole socket and felt it pulsate high and deep. The tacky slick emissions of that asshole were driving her wild.
She ate ass and fucked pussy and came all at the same time.
Then, she slowly, slowly withdrew her tongue.
And as she did so, she unthreaded her thick, wet fist from the confines of the girl's gripping pussy hole. It was a slow, careful process.
She didn't want to cause the girl any pain now that the fury of sexual desire was subsiding. She made a last little fucking motion with her fist and pulled it out with a light popping sound.
"Ooooooooh," Bo Peep wailed and soft cries emanated from her mouth.
"You okay?" Dee Dee said, feeling a sudden trace of guilt whirl around inside her somewhere. She had, after all, introduced Bo to some pretty kinky and advanced forms of sex for one afternoon.
"Ooooooooooh," the girl called again and rolled her hot little head from side to side. "Oooooooohhhhhhhh, my pussy!!!!!!!!"
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Dee Dee said softly. "That's to be expected. You'll need a good soaking bath tonight, but you'll be okay in a day or two."
"Day or two?" Bo Peep said and sat up with a start. "I'm okay now. Only I was sooooo hot and sexed up, I could only come twice."
Dee Dee let out a relieved laugh.
Bo Peep was perhaps not as unschooled as she thought.
"Look how big my clit is?" the girl said and sat on the ground in such a way as to let her bent legs flop out and expose the ruffled ridges of her pink pussy folds. "It's still as hard as a marble."
"Ohh, that ought to go down shortly," Dee said with a sigh of frustration. Christ, what did this little nympho want from her?
"Are you sure?" Bo Peep said as she traced slick hot lines of playful circles around it in such a way as to provoke anyone watching.
"Sure I am."
"I'm not," Bo Peep bounced back. "I'm not sure it's ever going to go down again."
"Oh, it will," a strange voice said from behind them.
Both girls glanced around in a fright.
"It's got to," the voice said again. It was coming from a very shapely little blonde girl with big green eyes and a very anxious look on her face. "I know that one account of mine always does. And sometimes I play with it for hours first. But it always goes down ...
Chapter Four
"Who the hell are you?" Dee Dee barked. "And where do you get off giving us a lecture. As near as I can tell, you were spying."
"Is that what you call it?" the blonde girl said, her big eyes darting upward in the most innocent look of all time. "I just call it 'getting off' where I come from."
"Where did you come from?" Bo Peep said as she looked toward the heavens.
"I didn't drop out of the sky," the girl said noticing her response. "I came from Boise ... on the bus. I got off about an hour ago."
"You came from the bus station," Dee Dee said, putting it together. So, it was just as she suspected. Somebody had been walked in on them.
She supposed she should be glad that somebody had been a chick and not some wide-eyed valley farmer or local hot shot male asshole.
Bo Peep felt a little strange all of a sudden. Even in all her immodesty, she was hyper-aware that the two of them were sitting here without a stitch on.
She took her fingers out of her pussy and grabbed her halter top.
Dee Dee was groping for her shorts even before the younger girl had a hold of hers.
They attempted to cover themselves and get dressed at the same time. The girl sat on a nearby rock and yawned. Apparently, she was not going aaay.
"Damned hard to sleep on that bus," she said as she stretched.
Both girls noted she had a rather excessively well-developed shape on her.
"By the way," their new found friend continued, "I'm Lonette Tuttle. Who all are you?"
"I'm Dee Dee" the older girl stepped in. "This is my friend Bo Peep."
"That's a nursery rhyme," Lonette said incredulously. "Don't you have a nickname?"
"Bo Peep IS my nickname."
"Oh," the dim-witted little girl said as she crossed one shapely leg over the other. "I get it. Bo Peep is your nickname."
Dee Dee cast Bo Peep a dubious glance as she slipped her luscious melon mounds into her bra. "Well," she said as she secured the thing around behind her back. "I'm afraid we can't stay long, Lonette. We have to get back to work."
The girl smiled prettily. "I know what you mean."
"Sorry we can't hang out with you," Bo Peep said as she slipped one long and divinely tapered leg into the shorts hole, "but you know how it is. We're working gals."
"I really like the way you spend your time off," the blonde bubbled.
"Oh, that ... " Dee Dee dropped casually, "that was just a little ... uh ... uh ... "
"Recreation," Bo Peep filled in.
Both girls were incredibly uncomfortable at the thought that Lonette's prying eyes had seen them fucking ... just how much they weren't certain. But she had definitely seen enough to make her curious.
Witness the fact that she wasn't going anywhere.
"I think it's real great the way you two recreate," she said and smiled up at them both. On anyone else, the smile might have had a twinge of sarcasm, but Lonette's smile appeared totally genuine and sunny.
"Well, that's nice to know," Dee Dee said patronizingly.
"But I don't understand one thing."
"What's that?"
"What you two were doing here a few minutes ago ... "
"Yes?"
"You call that recreation?"
"We like to think so."
"Well, where I come from we call it 'humping'."
"Well, things change from one corner of the country to the other," Dee Dee tried with a calculated smile on her face.
Lonette wasn't buying it.
"If you want to know the truth, I didn't even know about all that stuff."
Dee Dee and Bo Peep looked at the innocent interloper. She had to be the dumbest, and certainly the sweetest girl they'd seen in a while.
But as to what to do with her, they hadn't a clue.
"You here to visit someone special?" Bo Peep said, coming to a sitting position with all her clothes on at long last.
"Sure ... yeah ... I mean ... no. Nobody special, that is."
From the sound of her voice, the girls could tell she didn't have anyone here to visit at all. She seemed very alone.
Oh, great! Dee thought as she stood up. Another vagrant on my hands. Just what I need. She despised the fact that she was going to have to turn this waif down, but those were the facts.
Her flagging business couldn't support another hand, no matter how fucking cute she was. And Lonette was really cute.
But no!!!! She couldn't take her back to the car wash with her. Absolutely not!
Bo Peep pulled Dee Dee aside a moment and the two of them spoke in low whispers as the darling blonde rearranged her hair.
"Could we-!!"
"No!" Dee Dee butted in. "We couldn't possibly."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"Yes, I do. You're going to ask me if we can take this little urchin back home with us. You're going to ask me if she can work in the car wash. You've already looked at her muscles, and you think she can handle the work."
"Something like that."
"The answer is negative, Bo. She's cute, I grant you. And I would go down on both of you at the same time without even thinking twice, but I can't take her on."
"But she's all alone in the big city."
"Bakersfield is hardly the big city."
"She could get picked up by that Mander bunch."
Dee Dee took in a sharp draft of air. The Mander brothers were a gang of hoodlums that rode through town from time to time terrorizing valley women who happened to be alone.
Sometimes, they came on motorcycles, but mostly they rode an odd maroon pickup and started out by cat-calling to the girls and trying to pick them up.
They'd had a few run-ins with Dee Dee and King Kong. Always, the scenes had ended in ugly verbal battles that had come dangerously close to being physical.
"Lezzies!!!!!!!" they shouted out the comes of their filth-encrusted mouths as they scratched at their sweat and semen stained flies. "Oh, boy. Look, Lezzies!!!!"
That's how they initiated their first encounter with them.
Dee Dee and King Kong had been tight then, and they were in town to pick up some supplies, and these dudes drove by.
Neither of the girls were particularly dyke-looking. Fact was, they both looked like models for "Cosmopolitan" covers.
But they happened to have been holding hands at that point, and the guys got weird. They started to cat-call and make faces and be assholes and typical male jerk-offs, one of the snorted out the passenger window lewdly as the grubby truck rumbled past, "you two do it with each other, don't you?"
"Show us. Show us!!!!!!" another of the surly bastards shouted out the window as he fingered the air. "We wanna watch lezzies do it to each other!!!!!"
That was the first time.
The second time was much worse.
It was at a drive-in, and King Kong and Dee Dee had gone there to put up flyers which offered a special to anybody needing a car wash that week.
Those grungy fuckers saw them again. Dale Mander was the leader of the pack. He was built like a lame gorilla, and had about the I.Q. of one.
He spotted Dee Dee, and didn't see King Kong in time.
There was some loud verbal shit at the popcorn stand before somebody called the police. It never came to physical violence, but both the girls had been damned ready for it.
King Kong swore she would cut Dale Mander's nuts off with a garden shears.
Toad Mandel, his younger and no less idiotic brother made a vow that he would stick his dick up inside of King Kong's asshole.
It was a very ugly scene.
Every time Dee Dee thought about that Mander bunch and their lame friends, she felt a grinding in the pit of her stomach ... as if someone were drilling for oil in the wrong place.
"We can't let her stay here," Bo Peep was practically pleading now. "She's too vulnerable. She can't fight those guys off. If they see her first, they'll tear her up."
"Well, she's not the brightest thing in the world."
"My point exactly. I don't even know if she knows enough to call the cops if things get out of hand. I don't-"
Dee Dee cut in again.
"I don't know, Bo. She's young and cute and ripe and feisty, but how are we gonna feed her? And she's straight, from the sound of it."
"You ever know a chick who wouldn't want to try a little gay action if the opportunity presented itself ... in the right way, of course."
Bo Peep, fuzz-brain that she was at times, had a point there.
"She'll have to sleep on top of the refrigerator."
"I know space is tight," Bo Peep pushed, "but she can sleep in MY room."
"King Kong isn't going to like that."
"Fuck her."
"You do ... remember?"
"Hey, Dee," the cute little auburn haired girl said saucily, "this is no time to act out a grudge with me. Okay?"
"Okay, but that blonde lynx is NOT coming home with us."
"Please," Bo Peep said as she wiggled her hips hard against Dee's. "If you let her, I'll sneak into your bedroom some night and we can get it on again."
"You'd be risking both our lives."
"I got an idea," the younger girl cooed. "How about if she sleeps in YOUR room?"
Against all her better judgment, Dee Dee tried to imagine that. It was true that all the other girls at the car wash were paired up. King Kong had Bo Peep. Mimzie had Cathy. And she had bugger all.
And it seemed so dreadfully unfair since it was HER car wash, but she wasn't managing it very well. Maybe somebody to sleep with wouldn't be such a bad idea.
"We don't even know if she'll come with us!" Dee Dee said as she turned toward the girl seated on a rock. She was a cute thing alright.
"Oh, I'll come with you!!!!!" Lonette said and bounded up. "Hell, I got my bags all packed. I ain't meeting nobody here today. I just came to Bakersfield on account of that's as far as my money would take me."
"It's a rough life we're taking you to, Lonette," Dee Dee cautioned. "You'll have to do a lot of work."
"I'm ready for work."
"Dee Dee owns a car wash, Lonette," Bo Peep together. "You'll have to scrub and scour and wipe and clean. There's grime outside and inside of those cars you couldn't imagine."
"I ain't afraid of dirt," Lonette beamed. "I come from dirt."
"You mean Idaho? That's not exactly-"
"I mean my family," Lonette said as she swung her fabulously thick and coiling pony tail over her shoulder. "They're the scum of the earth. My brother Dickie fucked a sheep in front of the school house. Mom got put in the slammer for stealing from the church coffer. And my old man is a gangland pimp."
None of it was true, but Lonette wanted to be convincing. These girls were her only hope. She liked them, too. She just hoped she'd know what to do when it came time to go to bed with them.
At least, she thought that's what she would have to do.
"Okay, Lonette," Dee Dee said, with as much trepidation as conviction, "come on with us. Better bring your bag. And not one word about what you saw here today, okay?"
"You got my word on that one."
"Nobody is to know you saw two women getting it on here. Is that understood?"
She gave her a tough glance.
The girl nodded.
"I didn't see nothing."
"That's right. You'll be sleeping in my room, Lonette."
Lonette felt good about that. She liked the girl with red hair. It reminded her of autumn. She tagged along behind them both as they headed out to the highway.
"We got a ways to go. The car wash is just outside of town. Sort of on the outskirts."
"You hitching."
"Yeah," Bo Peep said, "We usually find some timid farmer soul to give us a ride. We don't much like men, you know."
"You don't?" Lonette said, drawing back in surprise. "Well, ain't that the living end? I don't like them either. My last boss was a male. And a slimmer, nastier, grubbier piece of whale blubber you never saw."
Dee Dee had a strange sensation sweep over her as they headed for the overpass. Maybe Lonette wasn't the quickest thing in the world, but she was sweet and sincere. And maybe she could lend a hand around the place ... and in the bedroom ... but maybe ... and this was a long shot ... maybe she could be recruited to the ranks of lesbianism.
Hell, it had happened to countless others before her.
Chapter Five
The many questions that King Kong and Mimzie and Cathy might have had were wiped right off their faces when they saw Lonette.
Some of those faces registered disappointment, but Dee Dee had a hunch that was not without good reason. Lonette, after all, meant another mouth to feed.
And no matter how bee stung those lips or gorgeously sculpted that mouth, it still required a certain amount of sustenance.
And the car wash was fast becoming a losing proposition.
"If only they hadn't built that interstate exit so far down the road," Mimzie lamented. She and Cathy were telling the new addition about the perils of the car wash business.
"We used to get a lot of really nice tourists coming through," Cathy said and clucked distractedly as she shook her luscious black head, "but now all we get is town people. They don't even drive out here anymore on account of that interstate exit road has all the good shops on it now."
"You got left behind by progress," Lonette said as she curled her hands around her dimpled knees and eyed the other two.
Loud shouts came from the office. Mimzie and Cathy tried to distract Lonette from whatever was going on inside. King Kong and Dee Dee were in there with Bo Peep.
And all three were shouting.
"I don't care WHAT the hell you said you went into town for," King Kong glowered, "you didn't come back with anything. No supplies ... no nothing.
"We came back with Lonette," Bo Peep said proudly.
King Kong responded to that little remark by side-swiping her face with a broad stroke of the wrong side of her hand.
"Owwwwwww!!!!!!" Bo Peep cried and ran to Dee Dee, trying to bury her face in her tits. But King Kong grabbed her and hauled her back.
"Don't you go running to her, you lousy little dyke."
"Waaaaaaa!!!!!!!!"
"Oh, quit picking on her, King," Dee Dee said, her face bent out of its normal gorgeous shape by the demands of this sticky situation.
"Yeah, I think I will," the Amazon dyke said as she rolled up her sleeves. "I think I'll start picking on the real culprit here ... you!"
Dee Dee didn't have any desire to get into a thing with King Kong, but she didn't like to see her beating up the girl she'd just fucked with.
"Okay, King," Dee Dee said as she glared daggers at her former girlfriend. "If you're going to lose your head in a jealous rage, I won't let you let you take it out on that kid."
"Oh, her great protector, huh?"
Bo Peep was cowering in the comer, weeping loudly.
"Her friend. Just like you and me are friends. Whatever happened to share and share alike, King, huh? Whatever happened to the fact that the four of us were very happy here and that the five of us could have been if you hadn't been so demanding and selfish?"
"She's MY kid, you fucking bitch."
"You don't own her."
"She fucks nobody but me."
"Not until today," Dee Dee said and stood her ground.
"So you admit you fucked her?"
"I guess I better. That's what this tirade is all about, isn't it? You're not sure. Well, I confess. So beat the shit out of me."
King Kong glared at her former lover and current competition. She shook her head and let out a low string of insults.
Outside, the three girls continued their chat, trying to mask the noises inside the office. Cathy and Mimzie tried to give their new employee a lesson on how to wash cars.
She was a quick study, though not bright in other areas.
"I really like washing things," she said as she watched Mimzie steer some of the baskets full of wet chamois and rags into the laundry room. "I'll wash those if you like."
"That's really nice of you," Mimzie said softly, nodding at Cathy. "We have to wash this shit, and we'd really like to take a breather."
"Oh, I'll be glad to wash it. I know how to use a machine, too."
"Great," Cathy said and gave her a limp smile.
"Now, mind you, a washboard and spring water is the best for getting duds clean, but I can use a machine just like anybody else from the city."
"Swell," Mimzie said and gave out with the same limp smile.
They eyed each other.
This back country darling was too much. But at least it might give them a little respite from the drudgery around there.
No cars honking to get in.
Nothing unusual there.
"Sure you can manage, kid?"
"You bet. Where's the soap cake?"
"Cake?"
"Whatever you use."
"Liquid detergent. Over there."
"Well, I'll be. Liquid. What'll they think of next?"
"You sure you can read?" Cathy said dubiously.
"Of course, I can. As long as it's in American."
"Uhhhhhh. Oh, shit. Maybe we better stay here."
Cathy and Mimzie were terribly horny. They had hoped for a few minutes to themselves away from that laundry room and into each others' arms.
But such was not to be.
"We'll wash the clothes this time, Lonette. Maybe next time, if you like, you can do the job."
"Nice of you. Shit. I was soooo anxious to help."
The girls began to dig into the smelly mound of soiled rags. Lonette watched and chatted. She wanted to help boil the water, but the girls told her that wouldn't be necessary on account of there was hot water in the tap already.
Cathy made goo-goo eyes at Mimzie while they stuffed the wash machine full of rags. But that damned little Lonette was right there, and they didn't want to startle her by sexing in front of her.
Besides, neither of them knew just who she belonged to yet. Dee Dee was without a lover currently, but she was in the office fighting with King Kong.
"What did you do in Boise?" Cathy tried, not at all sure it was a good idea to talk to the girl from the hinterlands.
"Oh!!!!!" she said, as if she had a bright idea all of a sudden. "I know what I can do. That reminds me. I won't tell you what I did in Boise."
"Suit yourself."
"I'll show you!"
"Uh .... " Mimzie said hesitantly. The thought that she might have butchered hogs did cross her mind. But she squelched it. "I don't know."
"Oh, it'll be alright. This here laundry table is perfect."
"Oh, God!" Mimzie thought. "She DID butcher hogs."
But to her and Cathy's great surprise, the girl scrambled up onto the top of the wobbly laundry table and began to unbutton her blouse.
"There's no jukebox in here, is there?"
"No."
"How about a radio?" the girl said and undid another button as her baby blue bra popped into view. The magnitude of what she carried inside of it was quickly apparent from the full rise of her bra cups.
"Afraid not."
"Do either of you whistle?"
"Not very well," Mimzie told her.
"Hum?"
"What? Hum. Do either one of you hum? You know .... " and Lonette hummed a few bars of "Your Cheating Heart" as she continued to unbutton herself.
"I think I can do that," Cathy said, shaking her head in wonder.
"Well, do something current," Lonette admonished. "Like 'Wipe Out' or something like that."
Lonette slipped out of her clinging little cotton blouse and revealed her gigantic globes in all their blue lacy splendor.
They looked like two melons stuffed together inside a packing crate. They made both of the girls shift and squirm uncomfortably.
They were getting hot just watching this dim-witted chick disrobe.
Next came the skirt.
"Keep humming," Lonette urged. "It really helps create an atmosphere."
"Yeah," Mimzie said as the noises from the office got louder. "Helps cover up some of the noise around here, too." The thought occurred to both girls that Lonette might have been a stripper. But she wasn't taking her clothes off very seductively.
She was sort of easing out of them, but without fanfare or tantalization ... just taking them off like she was going to go to bed.
"Oh, dear," the blonde angel said softly, "Would one of you bring me that suitcase?"
"Sure," Cathy volunteered.
"Thanks. I've got my pasties inside there."
"Oh," said Mimzie as the light dawned. "You were a dancer?"
"And how! I used to dance my fanny off."
"For money?"
"A little."
Mimzie shot her a stormy look. "For men?"
"Yeah."
"That's disgusting."
"You think that's disgusting ... wait till you see me dance. Do either of you have a cucumber on you?"
Both the girls looked at each other with queer looks in their eyes. It was as if this queer little creature were from Mars or some other planet. It seemed curious that they were unable to understand her, yet she apparently spoke the same language as they did, and she had two arms and one head.
"Course now," the girl said with a mild smile, "if you don't have a cucumber, a broomstick will do."
"What's this all about?" Cathy said, totally bewildered.
"Huh?" the daffy-headed little tart said with a toss of her head.
"What are you going to do with a cucumber?"
"Ooooooh," the girl said as she began to wiggle the hot handles of her hips around, "Get me one and you'll see."
She unzipped her skirt and tossed it to one side.
Then, she shimmied out of her slip. What was there was perfectly adorable. Bound tightly inside a pair of very brief and very sheer nylon panties was a feathery mound of downy pussy hair entwined around two pudgy pink lips and a dark, straight crack that dissected them both.
Her buns were tight and hard and swooped upward.
Her legs were muscular and shapely, and her waist was tiny enough to belong to a child. But that set of knockers would indicate that this was no mere child.
Even if the brain belied that fact.
"I'm getting anxious to do my routine," Lonette purred.
"We're getting awfully anxious to watch you, Lonette."
"It takes me a few minutes to get these pasties on."
"We'll wait. What the hell, the machine's still on the wash cycle."
Lonette scooped a pair of emerald green pasties out of the suitcase and set them on the table. Then she reached around and unhooked her bra.
What came spilling out of the under edge was purely magnificent. Two adorably rich and full mounds of tawny flesh appeared topped by cherry red nipples that invited to be tweaked.
But Lonette was on the table now, and neither of the girls could reach her.
"There," she said, and she spat on her nipple. "Excuse me, but I have to make a glue out of spit and flour."
"What?"
"Mr. Freeman's got my Deco cement."
Cathy and Mimzie stood and stared. They were half mesmerized, half disgusted. The girl gripped her mammoth knocker in her hand and tilted it toward her mouth.
She spiraled her tongue all over the upturned nipple until it shone glistening and ripe red under her licking action.
"Now they'll stick." she said, sifting a little flour onto the ruby projections.
She slapped her emerald green pasties over her nipples, and sure enough.
They stuck.
"Maybe we have a few things to learn here," Mimzie said to her luscious black lover as she nudged her. "Maybe we do."
"Yeah," the girl replied. "Only right now, I can't remember how 'Wipe Out' goes."
"That's alright. We can fake it together."
"I don't have a G-string," Lonette confessed. "But I bet if I wind the waist band of these panties around and down a bit and expose a little more of my pud, I'll be able to get the same effect."
With that, the little nymphet brought the waistband of her panties down very low over her hips by winding it around and around over itself.
She exposed a healthy hunk of her cuntal hair and the very top of her cunt slit. Her clit peeked over like a beckoning finger.
It was plum colored and slick and hot and appealing.
Both girls began to get hot just watching this. Then, Cathy began to hum. Mimzie followed suit, as the noise of the washing machine was deafening.
Lonette began a slow, exotic dance.
She played with her shoulders, her arms, her thighs. She traced deliriously sexy circles around her tits and cunt.
She manipulated her buns like she was kneading dough.
She pressed her hips out and brought them around in a hot, exotic circle. She bounced her boobies and wiggled her hips ... all in time to the music.
"I got half a mind to go out and get a cucumber," Mimzie whispered to her lover between bars. "I really want to know what she does with it."
"You do?" her nasty-minded girlfriend grinned back.
"Yeah."
"Well, I know we've got a broom around here somewhere."
"I'll be right back."
"Don't you Hike my dance?" Lonette said as she hustled to the edge of the table. "I can make it sexier if you like."
"Oh, no." Mimzie corrected herself. "I mean, I'll be right back."
"She's going to get you a broom."
"How sweet."
The dance continued unabated and Mimzie returned with a long janitor's broom in tow. It seemed to fill the bill as Lonette's face lit up when she saw it.
"Here," Mimzie said, feeling very guilty all of a sudden.
After all, this dance was done for male chauvinist pigs to ogle. She was totally against that sort of blatant exploitation of the female species. But she handed the broom up to Lonette nonetheless, even as she felt her clitoris expand.
"I hope you guys don't mind this part," Lonette said as she began to dance with the broom. It would have been a little like Fred Astaire dancing with a broom, except that all her gestures with it were lewd beyond belief.
She stuck her hips out and rubbed her cunt against the pole.
She diddled her asshole with the knob end of it.
She wrapped her two titties around the pole and slid up and down so that the knob end looked like a penis riding up and down between her jugs.
"That's the filthiest, most exploitative thing I've ever seen," Cathy whispered in open hostility.
"Never mind the judgments," Mimzie whispered. "Has it got you hot?"
Cathy grabbed Mimzie's hand and laid it on her cunt.
Indeed, her clit was the size of a small egg. Her lips were blazing with heat. Her pussy pounded and throbbed under Mimzie's hand.
She immediately worked her hand down in between the girl's shorts and that fabulously flaming dark pussy she possessed.
Mimzie never could get enough of that pussy. She sure tried like hell, but she just couldn't. And now, with just couldn't. And now, with this nymphet up there wiggling her damned little buttocks all over the place, she was more eager than ever to make it.
"Holy shit!!!" Mimzie cried as she felt her lover's hands work.
It was hot to the boiling point. It felt like a forest fire down there. She moved her fingers closer ... ever closer to the chocolate pussy lips ... so full and hot and throbbing.
She wrapped her hand around Cathy's monstrously huge clitoris and pumped it briskly even as she kept an eye on the exotic dance atop the laundry table.
And Cathy began to play with Mimzie's tight little pert jugs.
She fingered them right through her tank top, then burrowed underneath for a more intimate fondling. Both girls began to purr.
And Lonette did her dance.
She seemed intent on pleasing her crowd.
She whirled around ever faster with that ridiculous little janitor's broom right beside her, like some gaunt, expressionless suitor.
Lonette wiggled her hips against the randy broom. She then opened her legs, edged her panties down over her pouty little pudendum and called to her viewers.
"I can see you two are getting real engrossed in this ..."
It was a suggestive dance only in the sense that Jesse Helms is a conservative. Or that Da Vinci was an Italian. Or that ducks love water.
Her hips couldn't stop laying erotic messages all over the laundry table top. They said, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," with every sway and swagger.
Cathy's cunt was starting to cream tapioca. Her tits did little jigs on either upturned end of her mammoth mammaries.
Mimzie's clit pounded out new and exotic rhythms and her tight, walnut-hard knockers thudded against Cathy's hands as they fondled them ecstatically.
"Ooooooooh," one of them let out of her pursed lips.
Lonette couldn't exactly place the sound, but it was familiar nonetheless. She couldn't help but watch her audience as she continued her dance.
They were sure getting a lot out of this.
Every bit as much as the paying idiots at Fat Freeman's. Only they had a more unique way of showing it. She couldn't quite believe that girls did this to girls.
It seemed a little strange to her, but what the hell. As long as they got off on it she supposed she didn't mind all that much.
Besides, hearing the sound of one girl's hand rubbing against another girl's pussy ... the sound of one set of nipples throbbing against another girl's hand were exquisite music to her ears.
Much nicer than any disco she'd heard of late.
Lonette steered her ass into position to rub it against the handle of the broom. It was a tricky maneuver once she let go of it and clenched her buttocks together to take it alone.
But she had had plenty of practice in Boise.
And plenty of men to ogle her act.
Now there were women doing it.
The world was kind of an unpredictable place, really.
"Will you look at that?" Cathy said out of one side of her mouth.
Both girls pointed to Lonette's sultry wiggling.
Indeed the girl had rolled a hefty portion of her panties down and bared her luscious little ass crack for all to see.
And as the washer hit the rinse cycle, she began to take the butt end of that broomstick right up inside of her quivering bung hole.
"Don't hurt yourself!!!!"Mimzie called as Lonette let go.
The effect was almost like watching a very sexy witch take off on a broom handle, but with one kinky difference ... very kinky.
Lonette was sliding that broom handle clean into her nether eye.
Perhaps she was only taking an inch or two of it, but it looked very curious to see the top of the thing disappearing up inside her.
She bucked her hips back and forth cleverly masking the rear entry with her hands as she took an inch of the broom stick inside of her.
It was an act, and Lonette knew it, but the act had never failed to make her hot.
She imagined what a real cock would be like up there, but every time she thought of it, she visualized Fat Freeman's oversize honker digging up in there and she wanted to wretch.
Instead, she wiggled her ass and made like it was driving her stir to have that thing sliding in and out of her. In reality, it made her pussy quiver.
She pulled the front of her panties over her adorable pubes, exposing them to everyone present and began to finger her jutting clitoris.
She pulled the lips of her cunt wide and exposed her clit.
It was the size of a tensor bulb ... a red tensor bulb.
And it glowed like one, too.
She jiggled it around in between her fingers and fucked the broom handle with her ass muscle. The big floppy straw part of the broom rested tentatively on the laundry table top, but it was enough for leverage.
"Go, go, go, go," Mimzie shouted as Cathy tried to suck her tits with her mouth and watch Lonette do her thing at the same time.
"No!!!!!!" Lonette shouted, too crazed with sexual desire to be calm by now, "It's not a go-go dance. It's an interpretive dance."
"Sorry," Mimzie said as she kneeled down and took Cathy's big pussy full in the face. The slurping sounds practically covered the noise of the wash machine.
Cathy was attempting to hum some bars of music and suck Mimzie's ripe tits at the same time. But she ended up doing a hum job on her tits.
No matter.
The sound was adequate, the beat was good enough, and the rhythm was unimportant.
It didn't stop Lonette from wiggling her fabulous hips and fingering her gorgeous chunk of pink cunt meat.
She flashed it mercilessly as the two girls continued to bring each other off.
"Oooooooh," Lonette said as she slipped a bit more than usual of the broom handle up into her slick, hot ass crack. "Ooooooh!!!!!"
The girls both kept one of their eyes peeled on the table top action. They loved to watch this horny young country bumpkin get herself off and help them get each other off at the same time.
The effect was total lust.
Passion drove them into the spin dry cycle.
They bumped pussy in full view of Lonette. They pulled each others' shorts down and rubbed their clits hotly against themselves.
They rubbed in slow, rhythmic circles.
They rubbed in hot, staccato jabs.
They rubbed up and down.
They rubbed on the diagonal.
They shimmied up and down like pistons as they gripped each others' throbbing nubbins and held on tight. They moaned.
Lonette moaned.
Partly from arousal, partly from the pain of that big broom handle. It was somewhat larger than the household size she was used to.
But that didn't stop her. Nothing stopped her.
She was oversexed, crazed with lust, and anxious to show off.
She humped herself with her hand the way she had seen the two hot little lezzies do in that empty lot behind the bus station.
It felt grand.
She swung her hips around and around and ground her fist into her slick, hot, throbbing pussy. She vibrated her fist as if it were palsied.
Finally, she leaned over to avoid any more penetration from that violating broom handle. But it was useless. The thing was stuck fast in her tight, clenching anal canal.
It stuck inside her like a ball in a socket.
Like glue.
She wondered, in fact, if some of the spit and flour hadn't somehow coagulated on the end of that broom handle. It felt like a branding iron up her butt.
She wiggled to escape it, but she couldn't.
She had visions of the thing popping out with a loud TUCK! sound.
Or of sliding in so far nobody could retrieve it.
"Ooooooooooohhhh!!!!" she said as she brought herself off with her fist.
"Gawwwwdddddd!!!!!!" Mimzie let out as she ground her hips into Cathy's.
"Sheeeeeeiiitttttt!!!!" Cathy screamed as she banged her way to a gut-wrenching climax.
"CHUNKA CHUNKA CHUNKA CHUNKA CLUNK!!!" the machine let out as it ground to a vibrating pitch, then halted in a series of thudding spasms.
"What the fuck is going on here?" a new voice insisted into the den of sex-crazed women and one unconcerned washing machine.
They all knew the voice. It was Dee Dee's. And right behind her was King Kong, growling and beating her hands against her voluminous tits just like the ape she had been nicknamed for.
Chapter Six
"Owwwwwwww!!!!!!!" Lonette let out as Dee Dee pulled the ornery broomstick out of her tight asshole. "That hurts."
"You ought to be careful where you put household implements," Dee Dee said with more than a tinge of sarcasm. "Most brooms I know of go in the closet."
"Very funny," Lonette bawled as she rubbed the bruised raspberry of her anal hole. "I know I'm supposed to laugh at your jokes since you're the boss here, but mind if I sit this one out?"
"No," Dee Dee said and threw the girl a hot wash rag from the front-loading automatic washer. "Better stick this next to it. It's bound to be sore for a few days whether you do or not, but this should ease the pain for now."
"What the hell did I do?" Lonette said and rubbed her painful sphincter.
The thing felt like the main course at a bar-b-que.
Someone had roasted her bung hole over a spit while she wasn't looking.
She crossed her eyes in pain and held the rag up to herself.
"Where did everybody go?" Lonette said dimly aware that they were alone now in the laundry room.
"As luck would have it, a car pulled up. They're washing it now."
"I wish they'd wash me. I could use a good hosing down myself."
"What got into you just now?"
"Damned if I know. I was on top of that laundry table doing my routine ... the one I did at Fat Freeman's. And I got carried away."
Lonette couldn't remember what happened. Events blurred. It had all been so yucky since she left that filthy club in Idaho.
Farmers trying to maul her on the bus.
Grungy valley types pawing her at the bus terminal.
And when she did manage to close her eyes for a few moments in the ladies room, she dreamed that greyhound chased her down and stuck his red pee-pee into her cunt hole.
Now she had really blown it. She had gotten so carried away during one of her sex dances that she rammed a broomstick too far up her ass.
She might have done herself internal damage.
Or external damage.
Maybe Dee Dee wouldn't want her here anymore.
"You're really nice to put up with me," she said in a high-pitched whine. "I'm such a fuck up sometimes. I didn't mean to-"
"Let's get one thing straight."
"Anything."
"I have no intention of 'putting up with you', as you put it. You're here to live and work and do your share around here. Understood?"
"Like my own name."
"Like what?"
"I mean that I understand you. You make a lot of sense. I read you loud and clear. Roger ... over and out." Lonette saluted.
"Okay, Lonette," Dee Dee went on undaunted by the country girl's stupidity, "I think there are some things you should know about around here."
"I know one of them already."
"What's that?"
"Never do my routine with a broomstick while two girls are getting off in front of me."
"Okay."
"And I can tell you why, too."
"Because you're liable to get a broomstick stuck up your bung hole."
"That ... " Lonette demurred, "but also because it gets me horny and ... I don't think I ... I mean, I never thought I ... "
She chewed her bee stung lip uncomfortably.
"You never thought of yourself as gay."
"No!!!!!" Lonette gasped. "I mean, YES!!!! I never thought of myself as gay ... " A long pause. "What does 'gay' mean?"
"Gay is when two girls get it on sexually because they prefer it to getting it on with men."
"That's GAY???"
"That's just the common vernacular for it."
"Oh," Lonette seemed disappointed. "Now, where I come from we call that 'perverted', see? People throw rocks at you in Idaho for stuff like that."
"Well, there are a lot of unenlightened spots on this continent."
"Oh, Boise is okay. But I'm pretty fucked up."
Dee Dee sat up on the laundry table and began to fold rags. Lonette helped her, but she wasn't a great folder. She tended to make the rags look like cocktail napkins and she was pretty slow.
"Why are you fucked up, Lonette?"
"Well, I sure got off on what those two girls were doing in here a few minutes ago. Also, on account of my asshole bums like blazes."
"Your asshole will get better. But why do you feel fucked up just cause you like to watch girls get off with each other."
"I'm not a lezzie!!!!!"
"Don't be so damned indignant. Nobody's accusing you."
"Nobody except me."
"You may be right there. Hand me that pile of rags. Now, what makes you think that you're definitely not a lesbian?"
"For one thing, it's perverted. And for another, I like men."
"What's perverted about it?"
"Well, when I was up on that table top dancing with that broomstick shoved up my bung hole, those two were out there waltzing around and nosing into each other's pussies and grabbing each others' nipples and tweaking them."
"Hmmmmmm," the red-haired girl said cautiously, "the only thing I hear that's perverted there is a broomstick shoved up inside YOUR ass."
"Okay, maybe women doing it with women isn't so weird. But I like men."
"Uhhhhhh .... " Lonette made an uneasy face. The last man she had made it with was Fat Freeman. He didn't speak too well for the male of the species ... or the human race either.
"Ashamed?" Dee Dee dug gently. "Or was it not exciting enough to talk about?"
"Oh, it was exciting," Lonette jumped in. "For him."
"Uh huh."
"That's not what I meant."
"Say what you meant."
"I got off. I mean, I sort of got off ... a tickle ... "
"Did you come at all on the occasion in question?"
Lonette shook her silky blonde head in the negative.
"But you DID get off just now, up on that table."
"That was different!!!!"
"Well, yeah, you had a broomstick up your butt."
"No!!!!! I mean those two girls, watching them made me ... "
"Made you HOT!!!!"
"No!!!!!!"
"Got you off!!!!"
"No!!!! You're putting words into my mouth."
"Well, can you blame me? You're not doing a very good job of explaining yourself."
Lonette made a face like a storm brewing, then broke into big, blubbery childlike tears. She rested her head on Dee Dee's comforting shoulder.
"I ... I'm ... I'm ... I don't want to be gay .... I really don't ..."
Dee Dee patted her shoulder.
"Because it's perverted?"
"Because it's scary."
"Scary? Why?"
"I don't know. I am afraid to have anybody's fist up my twat."
"Even your own?" Dee Dee added wryly.
"Waaaaaaa!!!!!!!!"
"Stop crying, Lonette. Nobody's going to do anything to you here you don't want them to do ... except work, of course. I told you it wasn't going to be easy here."
"I won't have to ... you mean, I don't have to ... "
"Be a lesbian?"
Lonette nodded innocently.
"No. But you do have to wash cars. Now, let's get going. There are about four things I want to show you how to do out there with the equipment. Then, you're on your own. I hope your back is strong."
"It was a lot stronger before I put that broomstick up my chute."
"Yeah ... well, follow me."
Dee Dee jumped off the table and Lonette limped along behind her, rubbing her sore and swollen asshole as she went.
* * *
"That's good, Lonette," King Kong said as she stood back and examined the girl's work on the white walls of the big Buick.
Lonette grinned and slapped her wet rag against the back white wall. At least she was making progress here, of some sort.
First of all, she could stand up straight without yelling. And now, she could do white walls good enough to pass inspection.
Her spirits fairly soared.
Dee Dee had been true to her word, too. She hadn't molested her, even though they shared a double bed in her boss's room. Dee Dee did sleep stark naked except for a tight little tiny tank top, but Lonette didn't mind that. She was used to her father walking around exposing himself, so genitals of either gender didn't bother her much.
Dee Dee DID have an adorable pubic bush. She had picked up on that fact. It was strawberry blonde and glowing and pink and gorgeous.
She had seen it that day behind the bus depot, and she had admired it then. It was hairier than hers, also much bigger.
Odd, that.
She figured that for a cunt to be bigger than hers, it would have had to have seen some mighty cock in its existence, but no ...
Dee Dee told her late one night (when Lonette asked) that she had never had a male lover. Only women. She had seen cock, though on account of she had been molested as a girl.
Apparently, some sicko flashed his pecker at her one day on her way to the grocery store. Then he shoved it in her face and made her suck it.
She bit it, a fight ensued, and Dee Dee got a black eye.
Her attacker got a black and blue cock.
But she also told her that even before that rather unseemly incident, she knew she was gay. It had just dawned on her one day.
"It was in sex education class," Dee Dee told her, and Lonette was terribly interested. There was no sex education class in Idaho, so far as she knew. "The teacher was talking about French kissing. I suppose a lot of the kids were sitting there and daydreaming what it must be like to tongue somebody."
"Were you?" Lonette wanted to know.
"Yeah. Only I was sitting there wondering what it must be like to tongue Lucy Nidiver. She was the girl who sat in front of me."
"Weird!!!!"
"Not to me. I couldn't imagine getting it on with a guy. I loved looking at Lucy's tits in gym class. And at her pussy in the shower."
"Didn't anybody else see you doing that?"
"Naw. I was real careful."
"Did you get it on with her?"
"Only in my dreams, I'm afraid."
"Did you come?"
"I said, 'only in my dreams', nitwit."
"Did you come in your dreams?"
Dee Dee looked at Lonette hard and shook her head. Lonette lay against the big mountain of pillows at the head of Dee Dee's bed with her sheer little baby doll pajamas barely concealing her abundant scoops of tit flesh.
"You ask a lot of questions about gay girls, Lonette."
"I'm curious. We didn't have any sex education in my school."
"You're REAL curious as far as I can tell."
It was the truth. Lonette had done some spying since she came to live with the four gorgeous dykes. She had watched King Kong and Bo Peep make it in the tub one night.
It was very late, and everybody else was asleep. Apparently the two girls liked their privacy ... and an empty bathroom.
Lonette was up to raid the refrigerator though there was seldom anything in it except bean sprouts and seaweed and yogurt.
In Idaho, you feed that stuff to the barnyard animals.
But in California, in this particular house anyway, the girls ate it themselves. She vowed several times while sitting at their table and eating tofu custard that when she got rich (IF she got rich) she would buy these girls some hogs to feed this swill to.
She scrounged around the little fridge for something suitable to nibble that wasn't full of chlorophyll for a change and managed to find something that looked like the butt end of a Hostess Twinkie.
Thank God SOMEONE in the house had known what real food looked like at some time.
But the thing was crusty round the edges, soggy in the middle and a little moldy on top. Nevertheless, in her desperation, Lonette munched it.
A few seconds later, she knew she had made a terrible mistake and headed for the bathroom to throw up or drown ... she wasn't sure which. But the bathroom was occupied. By two dykes balling each other.
The tub was full, too.
Lonette could hear the water gurgling, at least.
But as she leaned over to look in the keyhole, she discovered to her chagrin that it wasn't water gurgling in the tub.
It was juice gurgling in the cunt.
Two cunts to be exact.
One belonging to a beautiful long tall Amazon girl named King Kong. And the other one belonged to a feisty little fuzzy-haired nympho called Bo Peep.
The two of them made a splendid pair.
King Kong had knockers the size of footballs.
Bo Peep had a tight high-riding pair, but next to King Kong's they looked like shrimp boats. Nonetheless, the two were getting it on.
They had the tub filled with water and some bubble bath. A lot of suds, but Lonette could see their hot shapes, lobster beet red from the hot water.
Their gorgeous round mounds were slick and wet with white suds.
White suds against crimson nipples ... a charming combination.
Even Lonette had to admit it was a hot scene.
The tall girl was lying in the tub with her knees jutting up. The small girl was sitting atop her knees with her own knees spread very wide apart.
Her cunt was spread open like a pink clam for dinner.
She was fingering her clit while the long statuesque girl licked her cunt hole and clit with her jabbing, vibrating tongue.
It was a lusty sight, Lonette agreed, even for a straight person to see.
Even for a straight person like herself.
That tongue was a rigid little arrow that darted out of her mouth and onto the girl's rubbery clit, wiggling it back and forth and sideways.
Wiggling it around and around.
Wiggling it up and down.
Then, every three or four licks, the tongue would dart inside the tight little hole and swivel around. Lonette had a good view.
She could see the tongue jiggling around.
She could see it lash out of King Kong's mouth and lance the girl's puffy red accordion pleated cunt crack. It was a hot scene.
Lonette began to finger her own pussy.
She fingered it until she felt her own cunt cream and swell. She fingered it until she felt all her nausea go away.
She was into the scene through the keyhole.
She was getting off watching two lesbians have sex ... just as she had that day at the bus station.
Chapter Seven
Lonette dropped to her knees and spread her cunt lips wide with her fingers. She had to reach inside the bottom of her baby dolls pajamas, but it was worth the extra effort.
She loved to feel her cunt lips so hot and smooth and rippling.
Her tit tips were rippling, too, but they weren't slick ... not until she put her lips around one nipple anyway.
That was a tricky maneuver, but she wanted to do it.
Especially after she watched Bo Peep do it to her own nipples.
The girl's tits were so full and hard and uplifted, she had only to reach down and tilt one of her gorgeous knockers up to circle her tongue around her nipple.
As King Kong probed her gaping pussy with her tongue, that's exactly what she did.
And, in imitation of their ecstatic lesbian love, that's exactly what Lonette did, too.
She reached down inside the top of her baby dolls and grabbed her thrusting nipple and yanked it toward her sensual, wet lips.
She stuck her tongue out and tasted it.
It tasted hot.
AND, she felt an immediate charge of electricity race to her pussy when she sucked her nipple in that particular manner.
She wondered if that's what was happening to Bo Peep.
But really, that wasn't necessary.
After all, she had King Kong's tongue up her cunt to supply all the electrical charges she would ever need ... all the electric company would ever need ...
Lonette swallowed hard as Bo Peep slid down over King Kong's shapely knees and further onto the hook of her tongue.
She wiggled like a sexy little worm on that girl's thrusting tongue.
The scene was hotter than any Lonette could imagine.
She could hardly believe it was taking place between two women ... even their sigh's and moans sounded as though they could be women making it with men.
They were as hot as any women Lonette could imagine.
Still, she knew instinctively that something was wrong in the picture, because they were indeed two women ... not a woman and a man.
They were perverted, and they were nasty.
They were sicko's and really out of it for wanting to fuck each other like this.
Lonette thought that right up to the moment she plunged her gorgeous fist into her pussy and shot off like a Roman candle at a picnic.
She wrapped her mouth around the doorknob to keep from screaming in her excitement.
And, she watched the goings-on inside until Bo Peep came.
She came by placing her knees on the bottom of the tub and riding hard up and down on the other girl's tongue ... also from the friction of playing with her own tits. Lonette thought.
Maybe it was something to do with masturbation.
Maybe the two girls were just jerking each other off.
But whatever they were doing it was the most perverted thing she had ever seen ... and one of the most erotic ... not to mention fun!
Still, she had to be careful.
She had heard what Anita Bryant said in Boise about gays needing to recruit gays because they couldn't reproduce.
Lonette wondered if King Kong and Bo Peep were both recruits.
They were the two hottest things she had ever seen, and she hardly believe they would allow themselves to be drafted into this scene.
And who drafted them, if so?
Or did they get a letter in the mail when they were thirteen?
Did it read: "Greetings. You have been selected to join the ranks of gay men and women in the United States of America. Please report to your local gay bar on or before January 1st ... "
Lonette's mind was spinning.
Sure, there was a lot of jealousy among those girls. King Kong didn't even like it when anyone LOOKED at Bo Peep, but she sure did look at Lonette a lot.
EVERYBODY did, though.
Everybody in that car wash anyway. "Can you vacuum out the back?" Dee Dee said, breaking her reverie.
Lonette looked up and nodded. Dee Dee handed her the nozzle attachment with a long gray hose running away from it.
She jumped into the car and vacuumed away. It wasn't a particularly dirty car, but that was fine as Lonette didn't feel particularly like vacuuming anyway.
She did feel like rutting.
It was kind of an unexplainable sensation, and she really didn't know how to account for it. She just felt like balling somebody ... anybody!
Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't really fucked for such a long time.
Or maybe it was the fact that there was so much goddamned pussy around the place, and everybody was dipping their hand into at least one honey pot a night the way she reckoned it.
Of course, Dee Dee was the one exception to that rule, even though Lonette had noticed her sneaking into Mimzie and Cathy's bedroom a couple of nights a week.
She really wanted to watch them in a threesome, but she also was slightly afraid of watching them. Fact was, she was starting to be intrigued by lesbians.
She knew they were sicko perverts and all, but she couldn't seem to stop spying on them. It was like a mania or something.
The last time she had a mania it was over butter brickie ice cream.
Now, it was over watching girls get it on and thinking about sex.
She cleaned out the ashtrays with a loud whooshing sound and wondered if she might be turning into a sicko pervert herself.
It was a really scary thought, but one she could hardly deny.
Then, she made a little vow with herself. She would ask Dee Dee to recruit her that night. She would ask her to initiate her into the ways of lesbian love. To draft her. Hell, if she didn't like it, she could always go AWOL.
Or defect to the straight world again.
Not that that world had ever been all that good to her.
Dee Dee had been good to her. The girls at the car wash had been good to her. Even if they didn't know that humans weren't supposed to eat silage.
Fact was, nobody had ever been nicer to her in her life than those girls. The day she rammed a broomstick up her ass, nobody got upset.
Nobody called her a sex maniac.
Nobody ran her out of town on a rail.
And nobody asked her to blow them for a seven buck tip either.
Maybe lesbians were perverts, but they were nice perverts. So Lonette stepped out of the car with her nozzle and her head held high. She would let Dee Dee fuck her that night. No! She would ASK her to.
Then, she would prove to herself once and for all that she was not a lesbian ... AND she would have a damned good time doing it, judging from the way the other girls enjoyed their lovemaking together.
* * *
Lonette took a very long shower that night. She rubbed her armpits and pussy hard with the creamy bar of soap in the bathroom.
She shifted her weight to one foot and began to massage her pussy crack till it was hot and wet and slicked up with the soapy suds.
She imagined what Dee Dee's tongue would feel like sticking up inside that crack.
She imagined what her own tongue would feel like stabbing Dee Dee in the slit.
She imagined coming in her arms.
She imagined screaming as she came. And when, after scrubbing the grime of the car wash off her luscious little topless dancers body, she waltzed into the bedroom with both tits popping out of her tufty little towel, she was very let down to find Dee Dee gone.
She wondered if the girl got wind of what she had on her mind and escaped. No, she reasoned, that was silly ... very silly.
Why would Dee Dee want to run from her?
After all, she had just had a shower.
She lay on her bed and spread her towel open to reveal the delicious contours of her hot teenage form. Her mounds rose up like mountains from the flat plane of her belly. And down in the valley, a luxuriant, if somewhat transparent growth of amber hair had sprung up to delight the most discriminating prospector.
Yes, anyone who explored her terrain would be satisfied with the view ... be he man ... or be she woman ... at least Lonette was confident of that.
She was confident of her physical endowments.
She sat up on her elbow and gazed into the mirror over the vanity table. Yeah!
She was a piece of ass alright, not to mention a hunk of tit.
Her nipples bobbed up and down on the tips of her big mounds like strawberries on jell-o. She fingered one. It responded by heating up and thickening.
She fingered the other one.
She wondered where the hell her local recruiter was.
Where in the world was the lesbian who would transform her from straight to gay ... if only for a night ... if only for long enough to get off?
She spread her legs out and examined her pussy lips.
Her outer lips were fleshy and full and tight. Her clit was a luscious bud of moist pink firmness that peeked through the hooded sheath of her cunt folds.
When she pulled her lips apart and flashed herself, she caught sight of the delicious flamingo pinkness of her inner lips.
Stretched out wide like this, they looked a little like a Cupid's bow turned sideways. She yanked some of the amber hair on her mound.
It felt good.
Maybe she liked it rough. She wondered if Dee Dee would be a rough lover.
She wondered if Dee Dee would make her come.
She wondered if Dee Dee would come at all.
Where the hell was she?
She fingered her clit. It wouldn't pay to make it too large just now. She would just diddle it to a burnished bulb.
She would just play with it until it throbbed and poked through her tight little petal lips like a big hungry stamen looking for a cooperative bee.
It was getting blubbery ... blubbery and appetizing. Hell, she figured, if Dee didn't make it in here pretty soon, she might try to go down on herself.
She had heard of an exotic dancer doing it.
But she had no idea how she was going to stretch her head down that far.
Maybe, if she threw her legs up over head.
Then, just as Lonette fancied herself in this sexually pretzeled position, she heard noises coming through the wall.
They were coming from Mimzie and Cathy's bedroom.
Well, she had peeked at everybody else in the house having sex, why not the two of them? She had seen them rub pussy in the laundry room, but that wasn't the same as peeking.
She slipped the towel around her hot little shape and tiptoed out into the hall. Fortunately every door in the joint was outfitted with a keyhole.
Some architect had been very understanding.
And she planned to take full advantage of that understanding ... as soon as she could kneel down and peek into the hole.
What danced and sped before her eyes was titillating.
Three naked bodies were getting it on.
Cathy's gorgeous cafe au lai ass appeared and almost blocked her view of the rest of the room. She didn't much mind envying that girl's buttocks.
They were high, tight and meaty ... a delicious color.
Her crack was dark and very hairy.
Her boobs were full and hard and the nipples looked like Emperor grapes.
But as Cathy swayed to one side, she could see Mimzie's full willowy figure. The girl certainly could have been a model for a high fashion magazine, if her tits hadn't been quite so full.
Cathy was rubbing Mimzie's cunt with her tongue, and she reasoned that was why she mostly saw Cathy's ass. Then, Mimzie gyrated, and Lonette caught sight of another figure.
It was Dee Dee.
Well, that would explain where she was anyway.
And it would also explain how and where Dee Dee got her sex action.
When she wasn't balling Bo Peep behind King Kong's back.
Dee Dee was sitting with her cunt over Mimzie's face and playing with Cathy's enormous wine dark nipples. She pinched them to ecstatic thick peaks, then fisted them and jerked them up and down hard.
Cathy was delirious. She was sitting over Mimzie's cunt, straddling her so that their pussies rubbed together each time either of them moved.
Which was plenty.
She held her enormous knockers out in her hands as if she were feeding them to Dee Dee. Dee Dee apparently relished the dish ... both dishes.
She lapped at one of Cathy's hard nipple thumbs, then the other. She sucked them fervently and loudly. Cathy responded by bouncing up and down over Mimzie's big bush.
Mimzie's face was, of course, not visible owing to Dee Dee's big fuzzy cunt. But Dee Dee's cunt was quite visible, especially the clit.
It jutted out from between her cuntal lips and every now and then Cathy would finger it. Dee Dee bounced up and down on Mimzie's face like a cowgirl atop a horsie.
So this is what lesbian threesome is like, Lonette thought to herself.
She wished to hell she could make it a foursome, but that would be TOO perverted and sicko. She was, after all, a straight girl in search of ONE lesbian to recruit her into the ways of gay lovemaking.
She was in no kind of shape to handle more than one amorous darling.
She couldn't imagine sucking tits and a cunt and another set of tits and another cunt all at the same time ... though the prospect seemed intriguing
"Mrrrrrfffffff!!!!!!!!" Mimzie managed as Dee Dee bounced her hot creamy thighs up and down over her face.
Maybe Mimzie was getting off.
She was really bucking the old hips up and down.
And Dee Dee was bucking her own hips up and down on her face.
Every so often, Dee Dee would rise up in her excitement and Lonette could get a spectacular look at Mimzie's thrusting tongue.
It stuck out lewdly and darted into her vagina with a loud sucking sound.
Dee Dee must have loved it.
She tossed her head wildly, then went back to sucking Cathy's big tits. She splayed her hips out full and lapped her tongue all over the rubbery hard nipples.
Cathy had her knees tucked under alongside Mimzie's prone physique. She was sliding back and forth over the girl's cunt, apparently setting both of their bushes on fire, judging from the sound of things.
The sound of two clits rubbing together was enough to make Lonette's eyes water.
She fingered her own pussy, wasting no time at all with her fist. She got it flush against her vibrating cunt lips and dug in between them.
She gulped as her fist attacked her crack.
It was like a giant cock thrusting up inside of her. But that was okay. It wasn't REALLY a cock. Most cocks were nowhere as big as her fist.
Even if they could fuck a little better.
It WAS difficult to fist fuck herself. A bad angle, she figured. It would be so much better of an angle if another girl would consent to-
Lonette cut her thoughts off mid-flight.
What was she thinking?
What was she fantasizing?
What the hell was she doing?
She was out in the hall on her knees again ... for about the umpteenth time since she had come here. And she was fist fucking herself and daydreaming about how one of the other girls in the house would do it.
She wasn't even particular about which one!
She just wanted a fist up her snatch.
And she wanted it now.
She wanted it so bad she forgot that she was fist fucking herself and her hand began to pound in and yank out of her gripping box.
In and out, she rammed herself.
Out and in, she thrust her slender, curled-up paw.
Around and around, she agitated her pussy to a frenzied creaming climax.
Fortunately, she came at the same time Mimzie did, and that girl really blasted when she got off. Her voice sounded like the twelve o'clock quitting whistle.
"I'm cooooooooommmming!!!!!!" she shouted as Dee Dee had the good sense to rise up off her face and let her get it out.
She continued a fast-paced rub against Cathy's thrusting cunt, and she let Dee Dee ride her face some more.
But she came.
At least Lonette was pretty sure she did.
She had her own fist thrust so high and mighty up her own deliciously runny and snapping snatch that she could hardly tell for certain.
Anyway, it felt damned good ... despite the fact that she had done it all herself again.
Chapter Eight
The next day was sheer torment.
They were a little busier than usual ... which meant that more than three cars stopped there all day long. Land office business, by comparison to their usual traffic.
But Lonette was aching.
Not just in her pussy, either.
Her psyche ached.
Her soul ached.
Her heart ached.
She had spent yet another night spying on her lesbian friends and bringing herself off while doing so. She felt like a roach.
Only vermin were so low as to crawl up to a keyhole, spy and freak off while watching, then crawl back to their own hole and sulk.
She desperately wanted Dee Dee to make her last night, and she had lost the bet.
By the time Dee Dee got back into the room, she had cried herself to sleep.
Everybody had somebody but her.
She was the odd man ... woman ... out.
The fifth wheel ... even though she was the sixth girl.
Evidently, she was supposed to be paired off with Dee Dee. That was, at least, her way of figuring it mathematically.
But that was not the case.
Maybe it had something to do with the rather loud and boisterous display she made of not wanting to have anything to do with sicko perverts.
Maybe she had turned Dee Dee off her. Or maybe the girl just preferred her own kind.
She wasn't sure she could make love like those three did ... she had never sucked a girl's pussy in her life ... or anybody's nipples except her own.
This was a whole new ball game and she was playing it from a hockey rink.
Very slippery the terrain around here.
She would have to be careful.
But she didn't WANT to be careful anymore.
She wanted to be loved.
She wanted to be loved by a lesbian.
She wanted pussy love.
Pussy love.
Even the word made music in her ears.
She wanted someone to suck her pussy ... some woman ... and she would suck her pussy in return. It seemed so simple.
Now, who among these five dykes could she get to do it? A long green Cadillac pulled in, and though none of the girls recognized the driver, Mimzie said he was a local.
She recognized the name of the dealer on the license plate.
The girls were wet and sweaty. To a boobie, each of the girls' entire bodies could be seem in bas-relief through their wet and clinging clothes.
Six pairs of big hard nipples stuck out through various tank tops and halters. Six gorgeous cunt lips clung to various shorts and swim suit bottoms.
The driver smiled as he pulled in.
That was not unusual. Most of the men who came through here liked to look at beautiful women. They didn't dare make a pass at any of them, though.
If they did, they got straightened out in a hurry.
Usually, it was King Kong and Mimzie who did the straightening. They were, without question, the two toughest dykes on the premises.
Oddly enough, very few men made passes. Most of the guys sort of knew enough not to. There seemed to be something about the place.
Maybe they sensed the girls here were a bit fruity, even if they were all breathtaking.
And when one of them did get out of line, King Kong would talk to them.
"Sorry," she would say briskly, "we don't go out with guys around here."
Or something like that.
Usually, she could set the customer straight on the track.
But if one of them got out of line, she would get tough.
"Take your hands off her, Mister," she had been known to say if anybody dared to touch Bo Peep. "If you want to handle the merchandise, go to the supermarket."
Then, she would lean over and glare at the guy ... any guy ... if he happened to be even so much as making goo-goo eyes out the window.
Once, Lonette had seen her pin a guy against his car who had tried to get out and grab a hunk of Bo Peep's delicious little ass.
But this guy just appeared to be enjoying the view.
Lonette figured he had plenty of money to get girls with if he needed, and maybe he considered car wash girls below his class.
But her mind didn't stay too long on that track.
Her mind was on her pussy. And every other pussy within viewing distance.
They all looked especially hot and ready and fuckable today ... all of them looked like clams on the half shell waiting to be sucked up.
Their humpy little pubes straining against their shorts, the girls worked and sweated and scrubbed over the big dude's green Cadillac.
Lonette tried to think about scrubbing white walls, but she knew her heart wasn't in it. Her heart was in Dee Dee's mouth, Mimzie's bush and Cathy's cunt ... it was all over Bo Peep's tight little butt crack. It bubbled down King Kong's voluminous front side.
"Ooooooh, God," she said as she slapped her rag against the white walls, "I can't take it anymore. If I don't get some fucking, I'm going to die."
Fortunately, owing to the loud noises of the equipment, nobody heard her.
Her cunt petals flowered and her pussy juices flowed.
Her nipples turned into rippling rudders and sizzled. Her mouth went dry.
Her heart soared. Then, it took a rather disappointing nose dive.
She couldn't. She COULDN'T!!!!!
She absolutely couldn't get it on with a dyke. It was against all her social mores. It was against her grain. It was against nature.
But she craved a fuck.
She craved one so badly that before she knew it or was able to control herself, she whisked around behind King Kong's back and leapt up on top of the hood of the huge green Cadillac and crawled toward the windshield.
The hood of the car disappeared from the sights of the other five girls who were busy with their own tasks.
It disappeared behind a draping row of rubber washer flaps.
They flapped against Lonette's luscious rounded buttocks.
She crawled toward the windshield.
She crawled like a dehydrated prospector toward a lone watering hole.
She thirsted.
She thirsted for sex, and there was no other way to fulfill that thirst except by begging for a drink. Yes, she would have to beg for it.
Maybe this unknown male driver would take pity on her and fuck her in his car.
Maybe he would fuck her in his lap.
Maybe he would throw her under the wheels of his green chariot and steam roll right over her. She didn't care anymore.
She was sex-crazed and loony.
Her pussy spasmed out of control as she laid her hands on the windshield. She hoisted herself up with a groan of unbridled lust.
And, as she moaned her deepest need to the ceiling, she slipped the body hugging T-shirt off over her luscious full melon tits.
She bared her breasts to the driver.
He smiled back appreciably.
He nodded and reached for a cigarette. He shoved the car lighter in and sat back as he threw one hand up over the seat.
With the other, he casually unzipped his fly.
And then, Lonette unzipped her cut-off jeans ... though not nearly so casually.
She was out of her mind with unfulfilled lust.
She was moonstruck with passion.
Hell bent for desire.
Spoiling for sex.
She unrolled the wet and soggy pair of shorts over her hips.
The dude behind the wheel beamed and lit a cigarette.
She kicked the wringing wet piece of denim off and threw herself against the windshield. "Fuck me," she said against the shatterproof pane.
The guy inside nodded slowly and inhaled deeply.
It was some show.
Better than the Lido in Paris, though the service was somewhat second rate.
Lonette spread her tits over the flat glass. She showed the driver every nook and cranny of her cunt hole. She gave him a pressed ham.
He reached down and took a hold of the hard knob of his prick.
It was like a ball bat.
Rock hard and ready to fondle, and he'd just taken it out.
He felt the head up.
It was slick and hot and throbbing.
He traced a delirious little circle around the full circumference of his glands along the corona. His dick vibrated like a tuning fork.
Then, he fisted it and began to rub it up and down slowly, gently at first.
The girl was rolling from side to side above him.
She pressed her gorgeous big titties against the window and rubbed them this way and that. She spread her cunt lips and fingered herself.
He watched her clit at an amazingly close range as it swelled and reddened.
Then, wonder of wonders ... she began to dig her hole with her fingers.
It was a sight worthy of the best bordello in France.
And here he thought he'd been to the best. Well, well, he had something to learn everyday he did! He was learning how hot and foxy a chick could be spreading her nude body like a blanket of wet desire over his windshield.
And he almost traded this car in last year! Lonette moaned.
She moaned and groaned and rocked her hips to and fro.
She rolled over and smashed her giant jugs against the pane. She sat up and spread her adorable pussy all over the flat glass.
Her audience looked up and began to pump his full, erect cock a little faster. Indeed, this was the best car wash he had ever had.
But what was this?
Wasn't it enough that this dolly was smearing her cunt out overhead? No, apparently the main event had just begun. Now, she was burrowing her fingers into her hole.
His windshield clouded with steam from her cunt.
A thick buttery gob of cream dripped out and stuck to the glass, then rolled down in a hot trickle. Pink genitals flared out like crushed rose petals.
And now, to top it all off ... the icing on the cunt cake ... the driver could see the girl straddle the windshield and work the knuckles of her fist into her cunt.
Lonette leaned over and begged the driver one last time.
"Fuck me!!!!" she pleaded.
But her pleas were deaf to his ears. He saw her move her mouth and he read her words plainly, but he thought it part of the act.
Part of the act to get him hot.
And that part was working like a fucking charm.
He hadn't been this hot since he crossed the Mojave desert on a motorbike.
Christ, it was a splendid view.
Each fold of her cunt was plastered against the windshield, then, as she lifted off, he got an even more spectacular view, if slightly removed.
The big fist of hers diving into that slick, hot tight little box made his pecker bounce hard as he stroked it up and down.
Up and down, he stroked it.
He fondled it in hard anxious slams of his hand.
He could hear the wet, tacky build-up of semen from his dick slit. And he could see everything ... everything ... he could see London, France, and the girl without any underpants.
The wet hoses rained down on Lonette's silky blonde hair. A rain poured over her and coated the windshield as well.
If the driver hadn't had one hand wrapped around his dick and one around his cigarette, he would have applauded. It was half-time for the Dallas cowboys.
The girl gyrated her lovely hole over his head. He bent up a bit to glimpse even more of the luscious pink folds she showed him.
He felt like he owned a peep show.
Like he controlled a sheikdom.
Like his cock was made of tensile steel.
The thing stood up hard and rigid under his hand as he stroked. Up and down, he pumped it. But he wasn't in a hurry.
He wanted to enjoy every second of this luxuriant golden and pink view ... like the sun setting over Bali ... like dusk on the Nile.
And then the rains came.
Water gushed over the girl and her pussy. It sprayed all over his windshield.
The force of the water nearly knocked the girl over, but she clung to the side view mirror and stayed afloat. The water whipped her around so that she lay prone facing his grill work.
Now, her legs were parted in a delicious "V" and she was knuckling herself to a gyrating rhythm as the hot air hoses blasted her and the car in the face.
As dry as his hood got ... as dry as his windshields got ... as dry as the whole outside of his car got ... her cunt stayed wet.
And so did the head of his dick.
The tacky emission helped to slicken the trail, and he worked his hand faster.
It didn't hurt that the view made him homier.
He quickened his pace. He humped his hips up and down in crazed mounting rhythms.
His fuck stick looked big and meaty and awesome.
His balls jostled for a place inside his pubic bone.
The big vein running the full length of his cock pounded insistently. It bulged and pounded and throbbed and ached.
To ease the ache, he ran his hand up and down much faster ... as if trying to calm it while spurring it on to greater and greater hardness and throbbing.
He insisted his hand up and down his giant pecker log.
The thing had turned beet red on the tip, and all along the shaft the pores danced with a tingling sensation that he hadn't experienced in a while.
At least not quite in the same way.
But the show-off display of this luscious young thing and that hot little fist ramming in and out of that delicious little cunt was enough to nudge him close to blast off.
He gnawed the cigarette in his mouth and pumped harder.
Christ, his log felt as big as a stalactite.
He pumped it faster.
It glowed.
It pounded and it glowed and it ran a steady stream of juice.
Just like that little girl's cunt overhead.
The car nosed onto the pavement. Thank God he declined a vacuum job. Now he had this hairy horny little sight all to himself.
His cock shone glisteny in the sunshine of late afternoon. His cock throbbed a mighty tattoo rhythm. His balls danced.
He pumped furiously.
The girl humped her hand like a demented weasel fucking its mate in heat.
Her pussy lips vibrated so hard the car shook.
In and out, her hand rammed.
Out and in, she fucked her gloriously receptive petal pink pussy with her fist.
In and out.
Out and in.
Around and around, she agitated her tight, hot, runny cunt with that fist of hers. The driver imitated.
He corkscrewed the full prong of his erect cock with his fist. Around one way, then back around the other. The corona vibrated.
The glands glowed red and burnished.
The slit gaped wide and more juice than he had ever seen in there gushed out.
Lonette had her fist buried high and hard inside that elastic little cunt tunnel of hers. It felt like a big cock inside of there.
She wished it had been, but that was out of the question.
The guy's car wash was over, and his doors were still locked.
But his dick was out. And when she swept back around, keeping her fist locked in place the entire time, she observed how full and gloriously hard it was.
It protruded out of his fly at a lewd angle.
It juiced a lot of semen.
It throbbed mightily.
And she went wild.
She thought his dick was fucking her cunt.
Again and again and again she plugged herself with her fist, thinking it was that delicious slice of man meat plugging her up.
She licked her lips and fitted one of her nipples in between them.
She sucked like a horny leech.
The nipple popped loudly and wetly in and out of her mouth. Then, the other one. And always ... the hand ... the fist ... the pumping fucking.
In and out.
In and out and around.
Around and around.
In and out.
Faster and harder.
Faster and harder they both went.
In and out, Lonette balled her pussy.
Up and down, the driver jerked his massive man cock.
And then, in a frenzy of sunlight and to the sounds of rushing feet, they both shot off. For Lonette, it was like a tidal wave washing over her.
For the driver, it was like a cannon going off in his lap.
The thing split wide, shot out, jizzing all over the OTHER side of the windshield.
A white snake of come blasted out the end of his dick, spraying the windshield. It cascaded down in thick gobs of cream.
Lonette spent herself on her fist.
She humped the thing in loud, wet thumping humps of unbridled desire. Her lust had completely run away with her. She panted.
She screamed.
And when she screamed, the other five girls came running. They came running out the exit end of the car wash with hoses and rags in hand.
They came to hear her screaming.
She screamed and came in a flurry of unspeakable passion.
She came like a motherfucker. Her fist twisted up inside her womb, grinding it back to the primal lusts of her ancestors.
She spent herself on that hood, revealing everything about her entire orgasmic process to the climaxing driver below.
"Lonette!!!!" she vaguely heard a voice in the back ground call her name.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
That must have been King Kong. She didn't know for sure, but that was the kind of thing the Amazon would shout. Such a killjoy.
Such a shithead.
Such a climax!!!!!!
Lonette tried to get her breath, even as she felt some familiar bodies close by her. One pair of hands tried to pull her off the hood.
All she could do was grin like a dancing bear.
"He fucked me," she said, giddily. Her words came thick and slurred. Her head nodded back and forth. Both Dee Dee and King Kong had to pry her fist loose from her gripping pussy which did not seem to want to let go of it.
The man inside the car reached for the glove compartment. He dabbed the head of his still rather engorged pecker off with a piece of tissue.
He tucked it back into his pants, though the bulge still showed telltale signs of erection. The grin on his face showed more than telltale signs of an orgasm.
"I'm sooooooo fucked!" Lonette warbled like a demented parakeet.
She hobbled around on one foot, sank to the ground and was caught by Dee Dee who slapped her hard across the face.
The sting of that slap brought Lonette back to reality.
"Oh, Jesus!!!!!" she said, looking down at her totally naked delicious young teenage nymphet form. "I lost my clothes."
"You lost your head," Mimzie said angrily.
"What the hell got hold of you, Lonette?" Cathy's husky drawl sounded.
"I don't know," Lonette said.
Then, the girls turned their attention away from Lonette for a moment and watched a very tall, very well-dressed man emerge from his Cadillac.
He walked over to Lonette and held his hand out.
"Here," he said, "thanks for the show. If you think they'll be a return engagement sometime soon, I'll be back."
"Huh?" the girl said as she felt someone yank her hand out and clutch the roll of green bills the man extended her.
"I've been to quite a few night spots all over the world. I must say, your floor show ... or should I say, 'hood' show is most impressive."
"Who are you?" Lonette said as she narrowed her eyes for a good look.
"A fan!" the guy said and headed back toward his car.
"Shit!" Bo Peep let out as she watched him go.
"What's the matter?" King Kong said, and for the first time she sounded a little overcome by it all.
"We'll have to wash the outside of that windshield all over again!"
Chapter Nine
"Are you sure?" Dee Dee said as her face registered a rather incredulous look. "Better count it again to make sure."
"I counted it three times," King Kong told her.
"Three hundred smackers," Bo Peep said and twisted her face up. "I wonder how good I'd look on top of that hood?"
"Oh, that money belongs to you all," Lonette said waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Without you taking me in that day, I might never have come here."
"I'm not even sure we should keep it," Mimzie uttered softly.
"Why not?" her lover Cathy asked with a wiggle of her adorable nose.
"That money is tainted. It came off the backs of hard-toiling grape pickers and Mexican farm workers. It was given to us by a male chauvinist pig who exploits women for his own gratification."
"Oh, he didn't ask me to get up there and dance," Lonette argued.
"You mean ... you just did it?"
"Yeah."
"Whatever gave you the idea to freak off on a windshield?" Bo Peep wanted to know.
"Well," Lonette said in her calculatedly slow voice. "If I tell you all, will you promise not to dislike me?"
"We don't dislike you, Lonette. It's just that you're straight and we're gay, and I guess we're a little suspicious. That's all."
"Well, I got horny."
"We figured as much," Dee Dee spoke up.
"I just couldn't seem to get in on any of the action around here."
Silence as all five of the shocked lesbians' mouths flew open.
"We ... un ... we didn't know you WANTED any gay action."
"Oh, I don't want to be recruited!" Lonette wailed. "I just wanted a little physical."
"What the hell are you talking about?" King Kong asked harshly.
"Oh, I know about the way you all recruit people into the ranks of homosexuality. Anita Bryant said so in a speech I heard in Boise."
"Anita Bryant? I thought she died," Mimzie said slowly.
Cathy pulled her shorts leg. "No. You just dreamed you poisoned her orange juice."
"It was one of the nicest dreams I had. I used cyanide."
"What are you on about Lonette?" King Kong demanded again.
"I tried to explain to her that we weren't out to recruit her," Dee Dee tried, "but I don't think she believed a word of it."
"Yes, I did," Lonette said as the tears began to fall down her adorable face. "I believed SOME of it ... at least, I wanted to."
"Oh, Lonette," Cathy chimed in. "Has any of us ever hurt you?"
"No."
"Has any of us ever forced you into having sex with them?"
"No. I think I might have coerced you and Mimzie into screwing that day in the laundry room. I felt real bad about that."
"Well you don't have to."
"Are you happy here?" Dee Dee said.
Looking into Dee Dee's beautiful creamy ivory face with that glorious red hair snaking away from it made Lonette want to weep.
"Oh, yes," she wailed in earnest. "I am so sorry you sicko perverts have kept me here away from all those sicko perverts out there."
Silence again.
"Oh, dear," Lonette said at last. "I think I better say that again."
"Yeah. I think you better."
"I am so glad to be here. I never made three hundred dollars in five minutes in my whole life. Everybody's good to me. Nobody makes me suck their cunt ... or even bite their nipples ... oh, shit," she blubbered ... "I feel like such a fool."
"It's okay," Dee Dee said, "I suppose we owe something to you, Lonette."
The pixie-faced blonde girl gazed up at her friend. "What's that?"
"You saved our business from going under."
"I did?" she brightened.
"Yep. This three hundred will pay the back water and electricity bill we owe for the business, and I guess we can keep our doors open. I was kind of worried when this month began."
"Oh, then I'm really glad I did it."
"Just don't do it again!" Mimzie's shrill feminist rhetoric came out bluntly.
"Well," Dee Dee said, and she felt damned uncomfortable. "I am afraid that we might have to let her do it just one more time."
"What?" King Kong said indignantly.
"Calm down. That dude said he would be back for another show."
"No way, Jay! I'm not subscribing to playing any part in helping some male chauvinist pig get his rocks off in MY business!!!!"
"King," Dee Dee said slowly and carefully, "it's not YOUR business."
That shut her up, but her face looked like she had just swallowed a chipmunk.
"One more time, huh?" Lonette said, eyeing the stack of bills.
"You think you can take it, kid?"
"On one condition."
"Name it."
"I have to whisper it to you."
Dee Dee smiled a little embarrassed smile at the others and nodded at Lonette who strolled up to her and cupped her hands around her delicate ear.
"Oh!" Dee Dee said startled. "Well, sure I think that can be arranged."
Lonette pulled back and giggled.
"Good. Cause I never thought I'd have the nerve to ask you."
* * *
"Just spread your legs out, Lonette. Scissor them out."
"Yeah," the blonde girl said giggling. "I know what you mean."
She sat back on the mound of satin pillows and let her hair fan out. She spread her legs wide and watched Dee crawl up inside of the "V". She could hardly believe that this was happening.
Or that she had gotten up the nerve to ask for it. But she had wanted it for a very long time.
She had wanted it from all the girls, actually, but for now, she would settle for Dee. She would settle for the gorgeous busty fuzzy-haired girl to lick her cunt.
It would feel right spunky, in fact.
The sudden rush of that velvety moist tongue against her cunt lips was like a breath of fresh air. It made her a little light-headed, but balmy at the same time.
She thrust her hips out a bit and reached out to hold Dee's nipples.
They hung down like the pink points of cow's udders now that Dee was in an all-fours position as she licked Lonette's big blonde cunt.
She lapped delirious circles around the pink folds, making them hot and oily. She stroked the girl's clit with her tongue, making it bulge and throb.
She looped her tongue around the girl's protruding love button and jerked it up and down. She had a tongue like a monkey has a tail.
Only hotter, slicker, and slightly more talented.
She pressed the fullness of her lips into Lonette's crescent rolls of pink moist cuntal flesh. She lapped at the tacky inner lips.
Using her tongue like an artist uses a brush, she plastered the girl's cunt till it stood up and waved like an amber shaft of wheat.
She ringed her firm fists around the girl's thrusting nipples and jiggled them hotly. She vibrated her tongue up into the girl's slit.
"Oh, yeah!!!!!!" Lonette moaned, "That feels like more!!!!!"
Dee Dee backed off a moment.
"Don't be too greedy, lady."
"Oh, sorry. You know how we straight girls are. We're so used to making it with guys who can't wait to come and then we're stuck with a flaccid member to fuck with."
"Well, that's not the case here. Lezzies like to take it nice and slow. After all, if we come ... we just wait a few seconds and come again ... "
Lonette smiled.
If they paced themselves and didn't run out of fresh air or bean sprouts, they could go all night and into the next day and then some.
The idea was heady ... giddy ... a real rush!
Her nipples swelled as Dee Dee massaged them briskly.
They swelled and rippled and filled the engorging blood of arousal.
Dee Dee speared the girl's cuntal slit with her tongue. It tasted like ripe pineapple up in there ... with a touch of cream pudding added.
She licked the cream pudding.
She sucked the pineapple.
She slashed her tongue around inside the hole and felt the younger girl's cunt spasm around it. She felt her mold her cunt to her tongue.
Hard to believe anybody could have gotten a fist into this tight little tunnel, but she had seen it happen countless times with lesbians, and she had a hunch she would be a witness to it again tonight.
"Ooooooh, Jeeeeezus!!!!!" Lonette whimpered as she tossed her lascivious hips from side to side and let out a series of moans that sounded like a female cat in the back alley.
Dee Dee gripped the girl's tit tips and pumped them inside her fist.
She felt them blister with heat.
But the heat from those two luscious little flesh prongs was no more intense than the heat from her furry little flesh pocket down below.
In fact, the heat from down below was so intense, Dee Dee briefly considered an ice cube to keep her quiet for a while.
But no.
She would hold her in her place with her swiftly driving tongue ... with that talented little super star spear and dagger she had between her lips.
Deeply, very deeply, she dug her tongue in. She whirled it around. And her lover bucked her hips up saucily, then let them float down to the bed again.
"You're driving me crazy. Let's go sixty-nine."
Again Dee Dee pulled out.
"It's not called 'sixty-nine' between two women."
"Okay, let's do sixty-eight."
Dee Dee wrinkled up her face. "What's that?"
"Uh .... you do me and I'll owe you one."
Dee Dee slapped her lover gently across the tits. "You're an impossible little simpleton, you know that?"
"Am I, really!!!!!"
"Don't start gloating. That's not exactly a compliment."
"Let me suck your pussy while you suck mine."
"Welllll," Dee Dee allowed. "That's not exactly my favorite position."
Lonette registered mild shock. "How come?"
"Oh, it kind of reminds me of what two straight people do."
"You want to know something?" Lonette said, though she felt a little funny about saying it.
"Tell me ... what?"
"The way I feel when you suck my pussy ... it's kind of like making love to a guy ... only it's a little better."
"A little better?"
"Okay ... a whole lot better. My cunt feels exactly the same as if a guy were diddling my clit with his tongue ... maybe smoother ... hotter ... harder ... but the same."
"Contrary to popular belief," Dee Dee held forth, "the sensation that two people of the same sex, namely lesbians, get when making love has been registered on sexual response measuring equipment to be somewhat identical."
"Wow!" Lonette said as she sat up and reached for Dee Dee's clit. She felt like she had just tuned into "The Phil Donahue Show." It was all soooo interesting and education and very horny.
"Mmmmmmm," Dee Dee said as Lonette stroked her lustful clit. It was swelling with each stroke of the younger girl's fingers.
"Yours feels like a puppy dog's tongue."
"Nice of you to mention that."
"It's a compliment. I LOVED my puppy dog."
Within moments, the two lovers had snaked around into the traditional position known in the straight world as "sixty-nine," but in the gay world as "sucking each other real good." Blissfully, they sucked and lapped and stirred each others' pussy lips into a throbbing frenzy.
Their cunts quivered in double time. Their clits rose and swelled and pounded ruby red and hot and yearning for it.
"Finger fuck me, will you?" Lonette asked sweetly.
"With pleasure."
"How about with your fist?"
"I might have known that's what you really wanted."
"Hey, lady," Lonette said, mimicking a very dyke-like way of speaking, "Can I help it if I can take a lot down there?"
"No. But I don't want to pound your cunt to hamburger either."
"Okay. Just tenderize it a little."
Dee Dee shook her head. This little girl was sure to win in a case like this. She was just so hot and horny and insatiable.
So wild and stringy and screwball.
Just the kind of lover she had been looking for.
And ... and it was a big and ... she had all the potential of being a bread winner. Maybe the first lover in her life to have that potential.
She made a fist with her hand and ground it against Lonette's cunt flesh. Lonette danced like a Mexican jumping bean.
But when at last she settled down, she took Dee Dee's fist. She took it up to the first knuckle and asked in a very heated, sly breath:
"Oh, give it to me all the way, baby. I want it all!!!!!"
Dee Dee had no doubt that she did.
Chapter Ten
"Are you limping?" Bo Peep said as she turned on the electricity to heat the water heater the next morning. It was shortly after nine, but she had a hunch they would have a good day. Just a hunch.
"No!" Lonette said as shambled into the car wash leaning against the big janitor's broom. "I just worked too hard yesterday."
Bo Peep whirled around in time to see Dee Dee standing with her hands against her shapely hips and glaring at her.
So that was it, she told herself. The two of them had gotten it on last night, and now Dee Dee was acting like Lonette's big protector.
Well, she could read the writing on the wall ... even if it was a shit house wall.
"I was only telling her that-!!"
"You were telling her that her services aren't appreciated around here? Is that what you were telling her, Bo Peep?"
"No. I was just worried-!"
"Since when were you worried about anything except getting laid at least once within a twenty-four hour period?"
"That's pretty low."
"You're pretty low, Bo. And I'm telling King Kong about what happened out behind that bus depot. She'll probably take a swing at me, but it'll be worth it. I don't think you should have cheated on her, and I'm sorry I did."
"Okay, Dee Dee," Bo Peep said with a sheepish smile. "You win. You're the boss. Whatever little Lonette wants ... she gets."
"It's not as simple as that. I want a lot of things to change around here. Mostly, I want some loyalty to this business and to the boss."
"You got it, Dee," the fuzzy-haired girl said and she bit her lip.
"Okay. Make sure that I do. Now let's get working. We're gonna have a good day today. I can feel it somewhere deep inside me."
Lonette had to smirk. That was somewhere she had been only last night.
"Ooooooh," a kittenish voice said and the girls looked up to find King Kong scratching and walking toward them. "What time is it?"
"Time for you to be in the office, King."
The beautiful Amazon girl looked askance. "What's wrong with you guys?"
"Nothing's wrong, King. But this is a business. I want you here at nine o'clock sharp. There's a lot of book work to do in there."
"You got a bee in your hairnet or something?"
"No. But I got a bad taste in mouth. It's a bitter taste, King. I think I been pulling all of you girls along for too long now. None of us have been working hard enough at this job to make it pay."
"I work!" the Amazon said indignantly.
"Yeah, when the mood strikes you. Most of the time, you're looking after that little piece of fuzzy-haired pussy over there," Dee said and pointed to Bo Peep.
"Don't you talk that way about my chick."
"She's MY employee."
"She's MY woman!!!!!"
"Look here, King, I've had about all the high-handed possessiveness I'm going to take around here. You can be exclusive with Bo Peep and go get another job, or you can be more open-minded about your relationship and stay here."
"I see."
"I knew you'd catch on fast."
"What if I don't want to share her?"
"Be real, King. Bo Peep's not the exclusive-minded doll that you think she is ... or that you want her to be. That day we were gone two weeks ago?"
"What about it?"
"I fist fucked her AND tongued her ass out behind the bus depot."
"You little dyke!!!!"
"Relax, King. It takes two to tango."
By this time, Mimzie and Cathy showed up and got read the same riot act. The upshot of it was Dee Dee was tired of giving them a free ride. She foresaw some changes in the place, and they had better put their shoulder to the grindstone or they would have to walk.
The choice seemed pretty clear to all of them.
And just when they all told her that they would cooperate and hang out and work harder and quit being so all-fired jealous of each other, a familiar green Cadillac pulled up.
"Hi!!!!!" Dee Dee shouted as she waved at the driver. "Come on in. We've got a great show planned for you this morning."
Then, her face dropped.
The driver was familiar enough, and he looked as eager as he had the day before, but he had company ... a second man in the back seat.
"Remember I told you my father was a wealthy wine grower?"
Dee Dee nodded numbly.
"Well, he's also a connoisseur of some of life's kinkier things. I told him what happened here yesterday and he wanted in on the action."
"Oh, dear."
"It won't be a problem, I trust. I'm willing to compensate you all for your trouble. Dad and I would love to write you a check ... now ... if you like ... I brought a few hundred cash with me ... of course ... "
"It's okay!" Dee Dee hammered home.
"Then I can drive in?"
"Right this way, sir!!!!!"
Dee Dee gave the signal to start the car wash. She ran into the concrete block structure waving her hands. "Change in plans!!! Change in plans!!!!"
The car had already hooked up onto the conveyor belt tracks so she had to act fast. She glanced around and saw all eyes upon her.
"There's TWO customers this morning."
"Two!!!!" King Kong said, her eyebrows arching halfway to her hairline.
"Yes, King," Mimzie said with a slight tiredness in her voice. "Two male chauvinist pigs." Then she looked back at Dee Dee. "What do you want us to do, doll?"
"You and Cathy keep those white walls covered ... and keep the equipment functioning smoothly. He won't need a lot of special attention to cleaning the thing since he just had it done yesterday."
"Yeah," Cathy agreed, "I think he's more interested in getting his pipes cleaned than his fender washed anyway."
"Right. Now, King Kong and Bo Peep. You can work the trunk."
"What?"
"What?"
Both girls stood at odd attention, but their faces mirrored serious doubt.
"Oh, come on. These guys are here to get off. They're not going to mall you. Just hop on the back of the car and do something nice for each other ... in plain view of the back seat passenger, of course."
"You're crazy," King Kong said and stomped her foot on the cement floor.
"Am I?" Dee Dee said and crossed her hands firmly over her mountainous tits. "Well, if so I'm crazy for a lot of big bucks. That's his father in the back. They brought BOTH their check books this time."
King Kong shoved Bo Peep forward. "Come on, honey," she said in a sullen whisper, "If we want to stay here, we got work to do."
Dee Dee looked up to see the bottle green car coming toward her like an enormous bulldozer. She grabbed Lonette and shoved her along.
"We'll take the hood this time."
"Oooooooh," Lonette said, a smile creeping across her kittenish face. "The two of us?"
"Yeah. Only NO fist fucking you, young lady. You've had enough for the week."
"I NEVER get enough of you, Dee Dee," Lonette said and snuggled her head into the warm rising mounds of tit flesh pressed together under Dee Dee's tank top.
"That's sweet. Now let's climb up on that hood and fuck!"
"You know, boss," Lonette said as she made her way to the front of the huge, slow-moving vehicle, "I think you got something here."
"You bet I do," Dee Dee said as she patted Lonette's curvaceous rear end.
The two of them got up onto the hood and hung on for dear life. It was slippery. More slippery than Dee Dee had anticipated, and she had to give Lonette a lot of credit for sticking to it so conscientiously.
But somehow, partly by hanging onto the side view mirror, and partly by hanging onto each other, they made it up there.
Dee Dee could see a grinning male face looking out the windshield. For a moment, she felt herself resist. She balked.
This was a MALE sitting under her gazing up at her tits and pussy. She wasn't really sure she wanted to perform sex in front of a man, but then, she was sure that Lonette turned her on, and she was sure she needed the money.
For once, for the first time in seven and a half years, the place might turn around and actually become a profit-making venture.
All she had to do was suck her girlfriend's pussy in front of a total stranger ... and separated by a glass partition.
Nothing much to it, actually.
And, if she didn't like that guy looking at her ... she could always close her eyes.
Lonette, on the other hand, was rather used to having guys look at her. She had so many plug-ugly monsters gawking at her and trying to finger fuck her on top of that bar in Boise, this was a blessed relief.
With all the water and soap and glass below, it was almost antiseptic. Nothing like that urine and beer stained bar back in Boise.
And a whole lot more fun!!!
And profitable!!!!
Gone were the Fat Freeman's. Gone were the seven dollar tips. Gone were the men in her life ... oh well, she reasoned.
Can't have everything.
Anyway, if there was at least one guy staring at her from time to time, that would probably be enough. If the truth were known, she was a terrible exhibitionist.
It had had a lot to do with why she got the job at Fat Freeman's in the first place.
She was a show-off ... an incurable one at that!
Behind the car, King Kong and Bo Peep stood in a daze.
Then, the little one, the one that usually took orders from the taller one, the little one pushed her lover up onto the low long trunk.
"Let's get going, King," she said softly. "We don't want to blow this one."
"Guess not," King said as she hoisted her Amazon's body onto the trunk of the car. "Guess we just want to suck it, huh?"
"Oh, wow!!!!!" Bo Peep twinkled, "What a hot idea!!!!! Would you really suck me in front of that male stranger in the back seat?"
"Yeah," King allowed as how she would, "I don't really mind men watching. Actually, I kind of consider this a real feminist opportunity."
"How so?"
"I'll get a chance to show them how it's really done. You know how FEW men really know how to eat pussy worth a damn anyway."
"I know," Bo Peep said and scrambled up to the rear car window.
A rather gentle, docile face greeted them. He was an old guy alright. But he was plenty smart. He had his dick out already, and it was a king sizer.
In fact, Bo Peep had never seen a dick in her life ... only in pictures.
"So that's what a cock looks like, huh?" she said as the sound of automatic brushes almost drowned her out. "It's large, huh?"
"Well, it's gotta go in some unfortunate exploited housewife's hole."
"I see," Bo Peep said, slightly mesmerized by the wick below. It was thick and a little limp, but getting longer, fuller and stronger by the moment.
The girls whipped off each others' bras and began to suck tit.
They gave the guy in the back one of their specialty jobs. Both of them use their lusty tongues like a speeded up dildo.
Like a vibrator on high frequency ... the highest, actually.
Out of the comer of her eye, Bo Peep watched the old codger below. His man stick was huge and hard and jutting out at an obscene angle straight toward her.
For a moment ... though just a fleeting one, she wondered what it would be like to suck one of those things.
Mentally, she eluded herself for even thinking such a thing, but there she was ... thinking it all the same. An odd thought, for an avowed dyke.
The end of the man's prick was incredibly hard and round ... like a ruby-tinged mushroom cap found in the valley of the giants.
It throbbed and pounded and emitted a clear, runny fluid.
The big vein running along it was bulging as if a small animal were burrowing inside of it. His balls were plainly visible as well. They were enormous. She wondered if he weren't packing a bunch of grapes down there instead of balls.
She was hot.
She was getting hotter.
She ate King Kong's tits. Then, she ate King Kong's cunt. But she kept one eye peeled on that cock. And she had a spectacular view of it.
The old man pumped his meat stick in long, firm strokes. "I see what you mean, Quentin, this is quite a hot spot. How long have they been in operation?"
"I don't ... I don't know, Dad," Quentin said in heated gasps as he stroked his gigantic man cock from top to bottom, "I really have no idea."
"We mustn't forget to ask them. And to tell Reggie Wilson about this place ... and Arnie Poindexter. Oh, and Karl Theber. He'd love it I love it!!!!!" Quentin shouted as he jerked his thick, hard meat up and down in ever-increasing juicy strokes.
"I know you do, son. And I'm glad you brought me here. Can't say much for the decor, though. Place could use a coat of paint."
Quentin continued to pump his fuck pole as he watched the two delicious dykes get it on atop the car hood. They were straddling each other now, and they were bumping against one another's pussies like they would shortly start a fire.
"Oooooooh," Dee Dee moaned as she scooped her tongue along Lonette's engorged nipple, "you're hot. You know that?"
"Whhhhooooppppeeeeeeee!!!!" Lonette shouted. "I just came. Did you know that?"
"I had a hunch," her come-stained lover's mouth uttered as it unscrewed from the socket of her deliciously runny pussy hole. "I saw you gyrating like a dervish, so I figured it out."
"Smart chick," Lonette grinned and grabbed one of the jet powered water hoses from off the ceiling rack.
She aimed it at Dee Dee's pussy-drenched mouth and then she very cleverly signaled for Cathy to turn on the power. Then, she squirted her girlfriend's pussy full force.
Dee Dee felt the sudden stream of water barrel against her outstretched pussy hole and nail her clit back.
The sensation was hot and giddy, and a little nasty, too.
Then, she playfully spread her legs wide and let the thing spurt inside her. Surprisingly, she experienced a rather full climax, considering the automation of the situation and her known preference for fingers and hands and tongues.
"Look there," the gentleman in the back seat said as he pointed toward the hood. "I think these girls are REALLY getting off on this. I don't think it's a fake like most of those dreadful sex shows I've had the unfortunate experience of attending."
"They're real alright," Quentin said and pumped his massive spigot all the way to the hilt. He lifted his paw again and ringed his glands hard. "I don't think anybody's THAT good an actress."
King Kong and Bo Peep had each other in a wrestling hold that could only be described as lust-engendering.
Both men's dicks expanded to full erectness and pounded fiercely as they continued to plug themselves and take in the view.
"I wonder what one of those girls would take to vacuum the ash trays," Quentin said with a wry smile. "I know mine needs emptying."
"Why don't you ask?"
But just then, Quentin's cock, unable to maintain its heart-racing, glands-straining erection for much longer spilled over like Old Faithful at geyser time.
"Shit!!!!" he whispered, though he didn't mind all that much. Hell, there were lots more hard-ons where that came from ... and lots more trips to the car wash, should he desire that, too.
Maybe next time, he would ask to have his floorboards vacuumed. Maybe ask that cute little blonde gal to do it for him.
Only he had a hunch he should make a reservation early. The place was liable to be crowded to the rafters with cars needing a good hose down.
