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I had nearly fallen asleep behind the wheel when an enormous bang jarred me awake. The car's engine sputtered and hissed as I slowed down and pulled to the side of the highway. I threw the old beater into park and popped the hood. I knew I was fucked before I even set foot on the pavement. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. When I lifted the hood, a cloud of steam and smoke smacked me in the face..
I kicked the bumper and yelled "fuck." The last town I had passed was at least 20 miles back. I had no clue how far the next town was. I began to curse the day I'd decided to use my vacation to drive cross-country alone. It seemed like a good idea when I was planning the trip in my kitchen in Scranton. But as I stood alone on that deserted road in Texas, I felt like an idiot.
My only option, as I saw it, was to start walking. Twenty miles seemed like a long way to go back, so I decided to try my luck and continue on down the road the way I had been heading. Daylight was fading fast. If I didn't catch a ride or hit civilization soon, I'd be in for a long night.
I hiked for an hour with nothing but the tumbleweeds and cacti to keep me company. Not a single car went by. I squinted into the darkness, constantly scanning the roadside for rattlesnakes. Then I heard a faint noise in the distance. I turned my head to look back. Sure enough, it was a pair of headlights coming my way.
I started jumping and waving my baseball cap.
"Help!" I cried.
As the headlights neared, I could see in the purple twilight that it was an RV. I kept waiting for the driver to slow down, but the big rig kept barreling forward. I tried jumping higher and waving my arms faster. It was no use. The RV blew right by me.
I kicked a rock and said "fuck." It just wasn't my day.
The red tail lights dimmed as the RV sped away. My mind began running through what I knew about desert survival strategies. Just as I was starting to wonder what cactus juice would taste like, the RV's tail lights suddenly brightened. The driver had hit the brakes! Then the white reverse lights illuminated. The RV was coming back for me!
I sprinted for the rig. It was all over the road as it rushed toward me. The RV nearly hit me as we met, but I didn't care. I was just relieved to be rescued. I stood by a side door and waited for it to open.
When it did, a sight appeared I will never forget.
Standing inside, framed by a bright light, was the kind of chick you see only in porno magazines. She wore a curled up cowboy hat with long blond hair streaming from the sides. A set of double-D tits strained a red shirt tied into a knot above her belly button. She wore tattered Daisy Dukes that left miles of long, smooth leg exposed. The high heels on her feet made all the right parts of her body pop.
"Need a ride, hon?" she asked in a lazy, Texas drawl.
I was still struggling for breath from running but managed a "yeah."
"C'mon in," she said.
The porno chick stepped aside to let me in. She left just enough room for me to clear the doorway. My chest brushed against her magnificent tits as I stepped up into the RV. I caught a whiff of her perfume-- a mix of gardenias and baby powder.
As I looked around the inside of the rig, I could hardly believe my eyes. It was like something out of an Austin Powers movie. The shag carpet and walls were pink. All the upholstery was leopard print. Two more hotties were sitting on a couch next to each other. The redheaded one had her arm around the brunette. They both stared at me.
"Welcome to the Pink Pony," porno chick said. "I'm Ms. Blond. This is Ms. Red and Ms. Black."
The girls on the couch waved. I returned the gesture but was still too shocked to say a word.
"And you are?" Ms. Black asked.
I snapped myself out of my stupor.
"I am... I am...I am delighted you picked me up," I said.
The girls liked that. They let out a little giggle.
"I am so glad we could help," Ms. Blond said. "But what's your name, darlin'?"
"Larry," I said. "Larry from Scranton."
"Well, Larry from Scranton, we ain't goin' all the way to Pennsylvania," Ms. Blond said. "But we can get you to the next town."
"That would be fine," I said.
Ms. Blond cracked a wry smile and shifted her eyes to the girls on the couch. They returned the exact same smile to Ms. Blond. Something was up, but I had no idea what it could have been.
"OK, Lisa!" Ms. Blond yelled over her shoulder. "Let's roll!"
The RV jerked. I had to take a step to keep my balance.
"Lisa is our driver," Ms. Blond said. "Please have a seat. Make yourself at home."
Ms. Blond pulled back a curtain and went into the cabin by Lisa. I settled onto a couch across from Ms. Red and Ms. Black, who were sitting on a couch on the other side of the RV.
For the first time, I had a chance to appreciate how hot they were. Ms. Red was clearly the more dominant and aggressive of the two, even though she was the physically smaller one. It was as if Ms. Red and Ms. Black were a psychic mirror image of each other. While Ms. Red exuded femininity, Ms. Black had rugged good looks. Ms. Red had long flowing hair, and Ms. Black wore hers short and spiky. Ms. Red had a slim build with peach-size tits, while Ms. Black was bred to breed with a couple of cantaloupes on her chest. Ms. Red toned down her sensuality with a black dress peppered with white polka dots. Ms. Black wore her sexuality out front with a lacy black corset that pushed up her tits and a pair of ultra tight blue jeans that squeezed her legs.
They refused to take their eyes off me but didn't say a word. They looked hungry. I shifted uncomfortably, as Ms. Red lazily dragged her cherry-red nails back and forth along the Ms. Black's thigh.
Their silence was killing me. I had to break it. My mind grasped for something-- anything-- to say. I hated what came out.
"So, it looks like you two are a couple," I said.
The girls looked at each other and giggled.
"It's more like we're a threesome," Ms. Red said. She laid our her vowels in true Midwestern style.
"A threesome?" I asked.
"Yeah, with Ms. Blond," Ms. Red said.
I was completely speechless. Never in my life had I ever encountered anything like it-- a trio of hot lesbians, appearing out of the desert like a mirage. I was beginning to wonder where all this might head. Could it, I thought, be the start of an adventure worthy of Penthouse Forum?
Ms. Red and Ms. Black kept staring like lions eye-fucking a mate. I felt like crawling out of my skin, but they were clearly enjoying watching me squirm. The awkwardness was getting unbearable when Ms. Blond pushed back the curtain and emerged from the cabin. She sat on the couch next to me.
"Are these girls treating you right?" she asked in that lovely drawl.
"Sure," I said. "They were just telling me about how you all are a threesome."
Ms. Blond turned her body toward me and extended her arm, resting it on the couch cushion behind me. I could feel her body heat on my neck. That mischievous smile was back.
"That's right," Ms. Blond said. "You don't have any trouble hitchin' a ride with a bunch of homos, do you?"
The girls looked at each other and giggled.
"Not at all," I said.
"Good," Ms. Blond said.
"I was just wondering, though--what's a group of girls doing out in the middle of nowhere?" I asked.
"We're entertainers," Ms. Blond said. "We're on our way to a gig in New Orleans."
"Oh, really," I said. "What sort of entertaining do you do?"
"We're dancers," Ms. Blond said.
"Ballet?" I asked.
"Exotic," Ms. Blond said.
Suddenly, it seemed the possibility of a nasty orgy had moved just a little closer. I felt sweat beads popping on my forehead, but I tried to play it cool.
"You headed to one of the gentlemen's clubs?" I asked.
The girls giggled. I said "gentlemen's club" instead of "strip joint" because I was trying to be polite. I thought that's what triggered the girls' laughter, but I was wrong.
"Oh, I think not," Ms. Blond said. "Most of those clubs wouldn't have anything to do with us. We do a lot of private shows."
Something wasn't adding up.
"I don't get it," I said. "As hot as you three are, I'd think you could work any club you wanted."
"Well, we offer something a little different from your average tits-and-bush striptease," Ms. Blond said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Tits and cock," she said.
My jaw dropped. I could've choked on my tongue, I was so shocked.
"What?" I asked. "You mean you're...you're...you're--"
"Transsexuals, trannies, transvestites, cross-dressers, gender-benders-- you pick the word," Ms. Blond said.
I looked them over. Every feature on each girl was as feminine as could be.
"Impossible!" I said.
"Oh yeah?" Ms. Blond asked.
She stood up and unzipped her Daisy Dukes. She pushed them to her ankles and when she straightened herself, a massive flesh snake was hanging between her legs. I was dumbfounded.
"Believe me now?" Ms. Blond asked, as she put her hands on her hips.
"Yeah," I said. But I was lying. I still couldn't my eyes.
"Good," Ms. Blond said. "Because there's something you need to know about this here RV. No one rides free, and we want only three things: gas, grass or ass."
"What?" I asked, while still staring the nine inches of swinging man meat.
"It's like this," Ms. Blond said. "You got to pay us some gas money, smoke some dope with us or fuck the shit out of us. If you can't do any of the three, you're worthless to us and can just get the fuck out here."
"Are you serious?" I asked.
The stern look on her face left no doubt she was.
"Fine," I said.
I'm not gay -- and I'm not a dopehead-- so I decided to just pay them off. I reached into my jeans pocket, expecting my wallet to be there. Instead, my fingers hit the bottom. I patted my other pockets. Nothing. Then I remembered. I'd left my wallet in the glove box.
"I don't seem to have my wallet on me," I said.
"Two options left," Ms. Blond said.
"I don't have any weed either," I said.
"I guess you only got one choice if you want to stay on the Pink Pony," Ms. Blond said.
I looked over at Ms. Red and Ms. Black. They licked their lips seductively at me.
Ms. Blond was right. I was out of options. It was either get fucked, or walk. And who knew how far the next town was? Could've been a hundred miles for all I knew.
"OK," I said. "I've never taken a cock, but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"
Ms. Blond licked her lips.
"Right," she said in a low, husky voice.
She kicked aside her Daisy Dukes and took a step toward me. Her massive cock straightened.
"On your knees, bitch," she said.
I did exactly as told. Ms. Blond grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my lips closer to her erect penis. She had grown to at least 10 inches.
But I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth. My sealed lips bumped against the head of Ms. Blond's fuckstick.
"Open up, slut," she said.
I did it, but only reluctantly. Ms. Blond shoved her meat inside me. I thought about blow jobs various chicks had given me and tried to replicate them. I knew that I had to keep my teeth out of the way. It was hard because Ms. Blond was thick.
She grabbed the back of my head and forced me to take her whole prick into my gullet. I gagged, but Ms. Blond refused to relent. My throat gradually adapted as she repeatedly thrust herself deep inside me. Each time she pushed my head down, my nose pressed into a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
I tasted her salty pre-cum. Ms. Blond pounded my face harder. Then she popped. A massive load exploded into my mouth. Ms. Blond held my head in place as she unloaded, letting go only when empty. I held the jizz in my mouth. A little stream slipped out the corner of my mouth as Ms. Blond pulled out.
Ms. Black slid off the couch and laid on the shaggy, pink carpet. She opened her mouth wide.
"Give her the jizz," Ms. Blond said.
I put my face over Ms. Black's and let the cum spill off my bottom lip. The love juice oozed slowly into Ms. Black's mouth. Her eyes gleamed with delight.
When my mouth was empty, I flopped back onto the couch. Ms. Black picked herself off the ground and sat on the couch next to Ms. Red. They gazed at each other for a moment, and then leaned together for a long, slow French kiss. Then Ms. Blond sat on the other side of Ms. Red. She turned away from Ms. Black to share an open-mouthed kiss with Ms. Blond.
When Ms. Blond pulled away, she came back over to me. Her eyes locked on mine as she leaned in. Our faces were inches apart. She had the most loving, caring look on her face.
Then she blasted me.
The girls had passed the cum around the room, and Ms. Blond spit it in my face. They all thought it was hilarious. I wiped cum and saliva off my cheeks with the back of my hand while they laughed.
"Oh come on," Ms. Blond said. "It's funny."
"Yeah," I said. "Fucking hilarious."
I was pissed. Not only were they turning me into half a queer, they had to humiliate me, too. I tried to conceal my agitation for the sake of the ride, but I must not have been doing too good of a job. Ms. Blond rolled her eyes at me.
"You may as well try to have some fun," Ms. Blond said.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Ms. Red and Ms. Black still need to get off-- and they like anal," Ms. Blond said.
"Great," I said.
"Drop your drawers," Ms. Blond said.
"And bend the fuck over," Ms. Red said.
I'd had enough.
"OK," I said. "This has gone too fucking far."
"Oh really?" Ms. Blond said. "You want to get out?"
I looked out the window. It was dark. I couldn't see much. But from the faint moonlight, I could tell we were still in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but cacti and a mountain range off in the distance.
"All right, " I said. "You win."
I stood up, kicked off my sneakers and unfastened my belt. My jeans fell to the floor. I got in the doggy-style position on the couch.
Ms. Red stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed it across the RV and then pulled down her white, cotton panties. I hadn't ever been ass-fucked, so I didn't immediately appreciate that she had the perfect prick for anal sex. She was just over a half-foot and not too thick-- big enough to make you feel it, but not so huge that it'll tear you in two.
Ms. Blond opened a compartment above the television and took out a tube of KY Jelly. She tossed it to Ms. Red, who caught it one-handed.
"Before I was a bitch," she said, "I was one helluva baseball player."
The other girls laughed. I gulped.
Ms. Red positioned herself behind me. I heard her unscrew the cap on the lube.
"Open wide, honey," she said.
I reached back to spread my butt cheeks. My face was buried in the leopard-print fabric. It smelled like perfume. Ms. Red massaged my bunghole before slipping one finger inside me. She pumped me slowly. Only when I was totally loose did she go for a second finger.
I didn't consider myself gay-- and I never thought I'd go for anal action-- but my cock began to stiffen. Ms. Black noticed.
"I think she likes it," she said in a sing-song voice.
Ms. Red took her fingers out of my asshole. Her hands gripped my hips. I was disappointed at first, but then I felt something larger knocking at my door. She was teasing me with her prick, pressing the head against my hole and then pulling away before entering.
"Do you want it?" she asked.
I did but wasn't quite ready to admit it. My cock was fully hard. I felt like I could cum in ten strokes or less.
"C'mon baby, you got to tell me," Ms. Red said.
I felt the pressure return to my bunghole. She pushed the head tantalizingly close to entering.
"I ain't gonna give it to you 'til you tell me you want it," Ms Red said.
She pulled her cock away.
"I'm gonna ask you again," she said.
I felt her cock press back into my flesh.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
That was my breaking point.
"Yes! Yes!" I yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
Her dickhead eased into me. Getting that first rush of man meat sent a jolt through my body.
"Uhhhh!" I said.
The hairs on my arms stood up.
Ms. Red pumped me in long, slow strokes. It was a feeling unlike any I had ever experienced. Pain transmuted into extreme pleasure. I gritted my teeth and just let Ms. Red do me. I was loving it. I knew then that a whole new world of sex had opened up to me.
Ms. Red's grip on my hips tightened as she picked up the pace and depth. She was soon giving me her entire Longfellow on each down-stroke.
"Here comes the jizz," she said.
Ms. Red took one last stroke and popped deep inside me. She held me in place until she had squeezed the last drop out of her cock and finally pulled out.
I was breathless-- and still couldn't believe what had just happened to me.
When I flipped onto my back, Ms. Black was hovering over me with her cock in her hand. She startled me. With my head buried in the couch, I hadn't seen her get up from her side of the RV.
"Open your mouth," she said.
I did as I was told, this time because I enjoyed being the bitch. Ms. Black furiously jacked herself for a couple dozen strokes and then jammed her cock into my mouth. She went off like a fire hose. I took all of her salty dick snot with delight.
When Ms. Black pulled out, Ms. Blond was sitting next to me, making it clear she was first in line to receive the cum. I gave her a long slow kiss, pushing the jizz from my mouth to hers. Ms. Blond did the same to Ms. Red, who returned the favor for Ms. Black.
She came over to me and positioned her head above mine. I took the cue, tilting back my head. Ms. Black slowly drooled her own cock snot into my mouth. When she was empty, I closed my mouth and swallowed.
Just then, I felt the RV slow and make a right turn. I looked out the window and saw the lights of a truck stop.
"Here you go, baby," Ms. Blond said. "We delivered you to civilization. You earned your ride."
I started pulling on my underwear and jeans.
"You know," I said. "I might be inclined to throw you a freebie if you ever wanted to do this again."
That wry smile crossed Ms. Blond's face again.
"Didn't you say you were from Scranton?" she asked.
"Yup," I said.
"What y'all think, girls?" she asked. "Is it time for us to tour the Northeast."
"Let's go!" Ms. Red said.
"Woo-hoo!" Ms. Black said. "Hell yeah!"
Ms. Blond turned to me.
"Why don't you give me your number, hon?" Ms. Blond said. "We just might be seein' you next month."
I stepped off the RV into the glowing lights of the truck stop and looked back. Ms. Red and Ms. Black waved. I waved back. Ms. Blond winked and then shut the door.
I watched as the taillights disappeared into the desert night.
"Friends of yours?"
I turned around. An old-timer in a cowboy had seen me step out.
"Yeah," I said.
"Lucky guy," he said.
I turned to look at him.
"You don't know the half of it," I said.
I had nearly fallen asleep behind the wheel when an enormous bang jarred me awake. The car's engine sputtered and hissed as I slowed down and pulled to the side of the highway. I threw the old beater into park and popped the hood. I knew I was fucked before I even set foot on the pavement. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. When I lifted the hood, a cloud of steam and smoke smacked me in the face..
I kicked the bumper and yelled "fuck." The last town I had passed was at least 20 miles back. I had no clue how far the next town was. I began to curse the day I'd decided to use my vacation to drive cross-country alone. It seemed like a good idea when I was planning the trip in my kitchen in Scranton. But as I stood alone on that deserted road in Texas, I felt like an idiot.
My only option, as I saw it, was to start walking. Twenty miles seemed like a long way to go back, so I decided to try my luck and continue on down the road the way I had been heading. Daylight was fading fast. If I didn't catch a ride or hit civilization soon, I'd be in for a long night.
I hiked for an hour with nothing but the tumbleweeds and cacti to keep me company. Not a single car went by. I squinted into the darkness, constantly scanning the roadside for rattlesnakes. Then I heard a faint noise in the distance. I turned my head to look back. Sure enough, it was a pair of headlights coming my way.
I started jumping and waving my baseball cap.
"Help!" I cried.
As the headlights neared, I could see in the purple twilight that it was an RV. I kept waiting for the driver to slow down, but the big rig kept barreling forward. I tried jumping higher and waving my arms faster. It was no use. The RV blew right by me.
I kicked a rock and said "fuck." It just wasn't my day.
The red tail lights dimmed as the RV sped away. My mind began running through what I knew about desert survival strategies. Just as I was starting to wonder what cactus juice would taste like, the RV's tail lights suddenly brightened. The driver had hit the brakes! Then the white reverse lights illuminated. The RV was coming back for me!
I sprinted for the rig. It was all over the road as it rushed toward me. The RV nearly hit me as we met, but I didn't care. I was just relieved to be rescued. I stood by a side door and waited for it to open.
When it did, a sight appeared I will never forget.
Standing inside, framed by a bright light, was the kind of chick you see only in porno magazines. She wore a curled up cowboy hat with long blond hair streaming from the sides. A set of double-D tits strained a red shirt tied into a knot above her belly button. She wore tattered Daisy Dukes that left miles of long, smooth leg exposed. The high heels on her feet made all the right parts of her body pop.
"Need a ride, hon?" she asked in a lazy, Texas drawl.
I was still struggling for breath from running but managed a "yeah."
"C'mon in," she said.
The porno chick stepped aside to let me in. She left just enough room for me to clear the doorway. My chest brushed against her magnificent tits as I stepped up into the RV. I caught a whiff of her perfume-- a mix of gardenias and baby powder.
As I looked around the inside of the rig, I could hardly believe my eyes. It was like something out of an Austin Powers movie. The shag carpet and walls were pink. All the upholstery was leopard print. Two more hotties were sitting on a couch next to each other. The redheaded one had her arm around the brunette. They both stared at me.
"Welcome to the Pink Pony," porno chick said. "I'm Ms. Blond. This is Ms. Red and Ms. Black."
The girls on the couch waved. I returned the gesture but was still too shocked to say a word.
"And you are?" Ms. Black asked.
I snapped myself out of my stupor.
"I am... I am...I am delighted you picked me up," I said.
The girls liked that. They let out a little giggle.
"I am so glad we could help," Ms. Blond said. "But what's your name, darlin'?"
"Larry," I said. "Larry from Scranton."
"Well, Larry from Scranton, we ain't goin' all the way to Pennsylvania," Ms. Blond said. "But we can get you to the next town."
"That would be fine," I said.
Ms. Blond cracked a wry smile and shifted her eyes to the girls on the couch. They returned the exact same smile to Ms. Blond. Something was up, but I had no idea what it could have been.
"OK, Lisa!" Ms. Blond yelled over her shoulder. "Let's roll!"
The RV jerked. I had to take a step to keep my balance.
"Lisa is our driver," Ms. Blond said. "Please have a seat. Make yourself at home."
Ms. Blond pulled back a curtain and went into the cabin by Lisa. I settled onto a couch across from Ms. Red and Ms. Black, who were sitting on a couch on the other side of the RV.
For the first time, I had a chance to appreciate how hot they were. Ms. Red was clearly the more dominant and aggressive of the two, even though she was the physically smaller one. It was as if Ms. Red and Ms. Black were a psychic mirror image of each other. While Ms. Red exuded femininity, Ms. Black had rugged good looks. Ms. Red had long flowing hair, and Ms. Black wore hers short and spiky. Ms. Red had a slim build with peach-size tits, while Ms. Black was bred to breed with a couple of cantaloupes on her chest. Ms. Red toned down her sensuality with a black dress peppered with white polka dots. Ms. Black wore her sexuality out front with a lacy black corset that pushed up her tits and a pair of ultra tight blue jeans that squeezed her legs.
They refused to take their eyes off me but didn't say a word. They looked hungry. I shifted uncomfortably, as Ms. Red lazily dragged her cherry-red nails back and forth along the Ms. Black's thigh.
Their silence was killing me. I had to break it. My mind grasped for something-- anything-- to say. I hated what came out.
"So, it looks like you two are a couple," I said.
The girls looked at each other and giggled.
"It's more like we're a threesome," Ms. Red said. She laid our her vowels in true Midwestern style.
"A threesome?" I asked.
"Yeah, with Ms. Blond," Ms. Red said.
I was completely speechless. Never in my life had I ever encountered anything like it-- a trio of hot lesbians, appearing out of the desert like a mirage. I was beginning to wonder where all this might head. Could it, I thought, be the start of an adventure worthy of Penthouse Forum?
Ms. Red and Ms. Black kept staring like lions eye-fucking a mate. I felt like crawling out of my skin, but they were clearly enjoying watching me squirm. The awkwardness was getting unbearable when Ms. Blond pushed back the curtain and emerged from the cabin. She sat on the couch next to me.
"Are these girls treating you right?" she asked in that lovely drawl.
"Sure," I said. "They were just telling me about how you all are a threesome."
Ms. Blond turned her body toward me and extended her arm, resting it on the couch cushion behind me. I could feel her body heat on my neck. That mischievous smile was back.
"That's right," Ms. Blond said. "You don't have any trouble hitchin' a ride with a bunch of homos, do you?"
The girls looked at each other and giggled.
"Not at all," I said.
"Good," Ms. Blond said.
"I was just wondering, though--what's a group of girls doing out in the middle of nowhere?" I asked.
"We're entertainers," Ms. Blond said. "We're on our way to a gig in New Orleans."
"Oh, really," I said. "What sort of entertaining do you do?"
"We're dancers," Ms. Blond said.
"Ballet?" I asked.
"Exotic," Ms. Blond said.
Suddenly, it seemed the possibility of a nasty orgy had moved just a little closer. I felt sweat beads popping on my forehead, but I tried to play it cool.
"You headed to one of the gentlemen's clubs?" I asked.
The girls giggled. I said "gentlemen's club" instead of "strip joint" because I was trying to be polite. I thought that's what triggered the girls' laughter, but I was wrong.
"Oh, I think not," Ms. Blond said. "Most of those clubs wouldn't have anything to do with us. We do a lot of private shows."
Something wasn't adding up.
"I don't get it," I said. "As hot as you three are, I'd think you could work any club you wanted."
"Well, we offer something a little different from your average tits-and-bush striptease," Ms. Blond said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Tits and cock," she said.
My jaw dropped. I could've choked on my tongue, I was so shocked.
"What?" I asked. "You mean you're...you're...you're--"
"Transsexuals, trannies, transvestites, cross-dressers, gender-benders-- you pick the word," Ms. Blond said.
I looked them over. Every feature on each girl was as feminine as could be.
"Impossible!" I said.
"Oh yeah?" Ms. Blond asked.
She stood up and unzipped her Daisy Dukes. She pushed them to her ankles and when she straightened herself, a massive flesh snake was hanging between her legs. I was dumbfounded.
"Believe me now?" Ms. Blond asked, as she put her hands on her hips.
"Yeah," I said. But I was lying. I still couldn't my eyes.
"Good," Ms. Blond said. "Because there's something you need to know about this here RV. No one rides free, and we want only three things: gas, grass or ass."
"What?" I asked, while still staring the nine inches of swinging man meat.
"It's like this," Ms. Blond said. "You got to pay us some gas money, smoke some dope with us or fuck the shit out of us. If you can't do any of the three, you're worthless to us and can just get the fuck out here."
"Are you serious?" I asked.
The stern look on her face left no doubt she was.
"Fine," I said.
I'm not gay -- and I'm not a dopehead-- so I decided to just pay them off. I reached into my jeans pocket, expecting my wallet to be there. Instead, my fingers hit the bottom. I patted my other pockets. Nothing. Then I remembered. I'd left my wallet in the glove box.
"I don't seem to have my wallet on me," I said.
"Two options left," Ms. Blond said.
"I don't have any weed either," I said.
"I guess you only got one choice if you want to stay on the Pink Pony," Ms. Blond said.
I looked over at Ms. Red and Ms. Black. They licked their lips seductively at me.
Ms. Blond was right. I was out of options. It was either get fucked, or walk. And who knew how far the next town was? Could've been a hundred miles for all I knew.
"OK," I said. "I've never taken a cock, but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"
Ms. Blond licked her lips.
"Right," she said in a low, husky voice.
She kicked aside her Daisy Dukes and took a step toward me. Her massive cock straightened.
"On your knees, bitch," she said.
I did exactly as told. Ms. Blond grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my lips closer to her erect penis. She had grown to at least 10 inches.
But I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth. My sealed lips bumped against the head of Ms. Blond's fuckstick.
"Open up, slut," she said.
I did it, but only reluctantly. Ms. Blond shoved her meat inside me. I thought about blow jobs various chicks had given me and tried to replicate them. I knew that I had to keep my teeth out of the way. It was hard because Ms. Blond was thick.
She grabbed the back of my head and forced me to take her whole prick into my gullet. I gagged, but Ms. Blond refused to relent. My throat gradually adapted as she repeatedly thrust herself deep inside me. Each time she pushed my head down, my nose pressed into a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
I tasted her salty pre-cum. Ms. Blond pounded my face harder. Then she popped. A massive load exploded into my mouth. Ms. Blond held my head in place as she unloaded, letting go only when empty. I held the jizz in my mouth. A little stream slipped out the corner of my mouth as Ms. Blond pulled out.
Ms. Black slid off the couch and laid on the shaggy, pink carpet. She opened her mouth wide.
"Give her the jizz," Ms. Blond said.
I put my face over Ms. Black's and let the cum spill off my bottom lip. The love juice oozed slowly into Ms. Black's mouth. Her eyes gleamed with delight.
When my mouth was empty, I flopped back onto the couch. Ms. Black picked herself off the ground and sat on the couch next to Ms. Red. They gazed at each other for a moment, and then leaned together for a long, slow French kiss. Then Ms. Blond sat on the other side of Ms. Red. She turned away from Ms. Black to share an open-mouthed kiss with Ms. Blond.
When Ms. Blond pulled away, she came back over to me. Her eyes locked on mine as she leaned in. Our faces were inches apart. She had the most loving, caring look on her face.
Then she blasted me.
The girls had passed the cum around the room, and Ms. Blond spit it in my face. They all thought it was hilarious. I wiped cum and saliva off my cheeks with the back of my hand while they laughed.
"Oh come on," Ms. Blond said. "It's funny."
"Yeah," I said. "Fucking hilarious."
I was pissed. Not only were they turning me into half a queer, they had to humiliate me, too. I tried to conceal my agitation for the sake of the ride, but I must not have been doing too good of a job. Ms. Blond rolled her eyes at me.
"You may as well try to have some fun," Ms. Blond said.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Ms. Red and Ms. Black still need to get off-- and they like anal," Ms. Blond said.
"Great," I said.
"Drop your drawers," Ms. Blond said.
"And bend the fuck over," Ms. Red said.
I'd had enough.
"OK," I said. "This has gone too fucking far."
"Oh really?" Ms. Blond said. "You want to get out?"
I looked out the window. It was dark. I couldn't see much. But from the faint moonlight, I could tell we were still in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but cacti and a mountain range off in the distance.
"All right, " I said. "You win."
I stood up, kicked off my sneakers and unfastened my belt. My jeans fell to the floor. I got in the doggy-style position on the couch.
Ms. Red stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed it across the RV and then pulled down her white, cotton panties. I hadn't ever been ass-fucked, so I didn't immediately appreciate that she had the perfect prick for anal sex. She was just over a half-foot and not too thick-- big enough to make you feel it, but not so huge that it'll tear you in two.
Ms. Blond opened a compartment above the television and took out a tube of KY Jelly. She tossed it to Ms. Red, who caught it one-handed.
"Before I was a bitch," she said, "I was one helluva baseball player."
The other girls laughed. I gulped.
Ms. Red positioned herself behind me. I heard her unscrew the cap on the lube.
"Open wide, honey," she said.
I reached back to spread my butt cheeks. My face was buried in the leopard-print fabric. It smelled like perfume. Ms. Red massaged my bunghole before slipping one finger inside me. She pumped me slowly. Only when I was totally loose did she go for a second finger.
I didn't consider myself gay-- and I never thought I'd go for anal action-- but my cock began to stiffen. Ms. Black noticed.
"I think she likes it," she said in a sing-song voice.
Ms. Red took her fingers out of my asshole. Her hands gripped my hips. I was disappointed at first, but then I felt something larger knocking at my door. She was teasing me with her prick, pressing the head against my hole and then pulling away before entering.
"Do you want it?" she asked.
I did but wasn't quite ready to admit it. My cock was fully hard. I felt like I could cum in ten strokes or less.
"C'mon baby, you got to tell me," Ms. Red said.
I felt the pressure return to my bunghole. She pushed the head tantalizingly close to entering.
"I ain't gonna give it to you 'til you tell me you want it," Ms Red said.
She pulled her cock away.
"I'm gonna ask you again," she said.
I felt her cock press back into my flesh.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
That was my breaking point.
"Yes! Yes!" I yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
Her dickhead eased into me. Getting that first rush of man meat sent a jolt through my body.
"Uhhhh!" I said.
The hairs on my arms stood up.
Ms. Red pumped me in long, slow strokes. It was a feeling unlike any I had ever experienced. Pain transmuted into extreme pleasure. I gritted my teeth and just let Ms. Red do me. I was loving it. I knew then that a whole new world of sex had opened up to me.
Ms. Red's grip on my hips tightened as she picked up the pace and depth. She was soon giving me her entire Longfellow on each down-stroke.
"Here comes the jizz," she said.
Ms. Red took one last stroke and popped deep inside me. She held me in place until she had squeezed the last drop out of her cock and finally pulled out.
I was breathless-- and still couldn't believe what had just happened to me.
When I flipped onto my back, Ms. Black was hovering over me with her cock in her hand. She startled me. With my head buried in the couch, I hadn't seen her get up from her side of the RV.
"Open your mouth," she said.
I did as I was told, this time because I enjoyed being the bitch. Ms. Black furiously jacked herself for a couple dozen strokes and then jammed her cock into my mouth. She went off like a fire hose. I took all of her salty dick snot with delight.
When Ms. Black pulled out, Ms. Blond was sitting next to me, making it clear she was first in line to receive the cum. I gave her a long slow kiss, pushing the jizz from my mouth to hers. Ms. Blond did the same to Ms. Red, who returned the favor for Ms. Black.
She came over to me and positioned her head above mine. I took the cue, tilting back my head. Ms. Black slowly drooled her own cock snot into my mouth. When she was empty, I closed my mouth and swallowed.
Just then, I felt the RV slow and make a right turn. I looked out the window and saw the lights of a truck stop.
"Here you go, baby," Ms. Blond said. "We delivered you to civilization. You earned your ride."
I started pulling on my underwear and jeans.
"You know," I said. "I might be inclined to throw you a freebie if you ever wanted to do this again."
That wry smile crossed Ms. Blond's face again.
"Didn't you say you were from Scranton?" she asked.
"Yup," I said.
"What y'all think, girls?" she asked. "Is it time for us to tour the Northeast."
"Let's go!" Ms. Red said.
"Woo-hoo!" Ms. Black said. "Hell yeah!"
Ms. Blond turned to me.
"Why don't you give me your number, hon?" Ms. Blond said. "We just might be seein' you next month."
I stepped off the RV into the glowing lights of the truck stop and looked back. Ms. Red and Ms. Black waved. I waved back. Ms. Blond winked and then shut the door.
I watched as the taillights disappeared into the desert night.
"Friends of yours?"
I turned around. An old-timer in a cowboy had seen me step out.
"Yeah," I said.
"Lucky guy," he said.
I turned to look at him.
"You don't know the half of it," I said.
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