"I'm getting tired of looking at these two, Fred. Put 'em in the back room. And make sure they're locked up real good. Don't even bother untying them."
"Hell, Ross, why should I do it? I just…"
"Can it! Do as you're told!" Ross' tone brooked no challenge. Fred started on his duty with ill-concealed dislike. But he could wait. Ross was going to get him out of the country. And once out of the country, he wouldn't need Ross any more. No more being told what to do. Fred would be his own boss. And Ross would be pushing up daisies somewhere in a vacant lot.
Ross leaned back with the green capped bottle of the smooth bourbon. He took a long, deep drink from the bottle. The liquor burned all the way down to his stomach. As soon as it settled, Ross began to feel mellow. His outlook improved immensely.
He was even feeling cordial toward his stupid friend, Fred, when the man returned. Ross idly wondered where Fred thought he was going to be able to kill him off. Maybe after they got to Canada and he was safe. Ross had needed him to get out of prison. It hadn't been a job for one man; two were necessary to do everything.
But Ross wasn't so dumb as to keep an idiot like Fred around after he'd outlived his usefulness. He'd probably dump him before they got to Canada. Right now, though, they'd both live it up and have some fun with those broads.
Especially the teenage chick, Ross thought. She was a real hot one and would end up doing anything he wanted. The man idly wondered if he could get her to jump through a hoop and sit up and beg.
"What we gonna do, Red?" Fred plopped down in a comfortable chair facing Ross.
"Dammit, don't ever call me Red, you son of a bitch. The name's Ross and don't forget it." Red and Fred, the golddust twins they'd been called in the slammer. No longer. Ross had shown all those fools just how sharp he really was.
"So what're we up to, man?" Fred asked again. "I figure we sit here and take it easy. There's a radio. We listen and hear how the hunt for us is going. It seems to be heading toward LA. They think we're making for the Mex border. Which is fine and dandy. We'll let 'em think that all they want while we mosey on up to Canada. That pickup truck's no good to use any more. You can go dump it in the lake tonight."
"These good folks are going to provide us with a nice Chevy van for transportation."
Fred started scratching his chin. "What are we going to do with them after we're done having fun with them?"
"Just leave them here. They won't be able to get out and squeal for a week or two. And they don't know where we're going. By the way," Ross said with menace in his voice, "I'll cut your tongue out and stuff it up your nose if you so much as mention Canada in front of either of them. If we do, we got to croak them. Dig?"
Fred nodded. He didn't want to kill either of the women. Hell, they could be used a couple dozen more times apiece.
The radio began the six o'clock news. Both men listened intently as the story of their escape four days ago was recounted. Mention was made of a possible sighting of the two men in Tijuana. Ross smiled broadly at that. His plan was working to perfection. The two guys he had hired to impersonate them were doing a fine job. The cops had been thrown off the trail completely.
Even if the two shills were picked up, they couldn't be held for anything. All they'd done was race south from Frisco and cross the border. And it wasn't a crime for a guy to dye his hair a bright red or another guy to match the description of a wanted criminal. Neither man even had a criminal record. Which was even better.
Ross smiled in satisfaction. He put his feet up on the sofa and took another long drink from the bourbon bottle. "Well, Fred, old buddy, it looks as if things are going just fine for us. But what'll we do tonight for a little fun? There isn't a TV around."
"Doesn't matter. I hear there's nothing but cop shows on this year. That'd depress the hell out of me."
"True, very true. But we have two lovely actresses in the back room who just might be willing performers. Of course, we'd have to tell them what to do."
"Christ, Ross, you must have cast-iron balls. I been in the clink for three years. My nuts feel like I got a hernia from fucking them three times. I just couldn't make it another time. Not tonight."
"I have a confession to make, friend. My balls are killing me. That six months in solitary didn't do me a hell of a lot of good either. All I could do was jack off against the wall."
"No, I had more of a stage play in mind. Make our two unwilling hostesses perform a nice lezzie fucking for us."
Fred grinned broadly. "That sounds like fun. Want me to drag 'em out here so they can start?"
"Later. Right now, I'm hungry enough to finish off a complete horse. How about you?"
"Yeah, it has been a long time since breakfast." The two prepared a crude supper and devoured it. Then the festivities began.
Fred dragged the two women out, Miriam by her hair and Karen by the rope leash Ross had put around her neck. She had to almost run to keep from falling down and being dragged by the neck.
"All right, ladies. My friend and I want a little showmanship from you."
Miriam shot Ross a mean look. "Go to hell."
"Lady, I been there already for too long. I'm in heaven right now. But you'll wish you were in hell unless you do as I say." He punctuated his remark with a snap of the rope across the woman's naked shoulders. She flinched but said nothing.
"We want you to just love each other. Really love each other, dig it?"
Karen went absolutely white. She understood. "You want us to make love? While you watch?"
"Give that little girl a gold star for her chart. Damn right, that's what we want. Get to it."
"But our hands…" Miriam began.
"Screw your hands. They stay tied. We want to see how inventive you can be. And if we don't like it, well, we might just hang you both up all night long. Which is it going to be?"
Miriam said, "No."
"Mother!" pleaded Karen, "it's okay. I don't want them hurting you."
"Isn't such love touching, Fred?" Ross laughed harshly.
"Yeah, your concern is touching. It's the first time in years you've thought of anyone but yourself," Miriam said.
"But she is thinking of herself, Mother dear. We'll string her up beside you if you don't get down to it. NOW!"
The two women were unceremoniously dumped on the soft carpet. Karen and Miriam were unsure what to do. They had never engaged in any lesbian lovemaking before. This would be a new experience for both of them.
"Mother, why don't you spread your legs and let me… uh, let me…" the girl couldn't finish her sentence.
Fred did it for her. "Yeah, Mom, let the kid eat you out."
Miriam shot Fred a look designed to melt freight trains, but she said nothing. She didn't want to antagonize the man. She realized that, although both were dangerous, Fred was almost psychopathic in some of the things he did and said.
Miriam opened her legs for her daughter's oral attentions. The brown slash of pubic hair seemed to be an arrow pointing exactly to where Karen had to go. She licked her lips and fell over to her side, clumsy from the ropes binding her hands behind her back.
She snuggled up to her mother, the woman's thigh warm and soft against her cheek. Karen slid a bit further and began to rub her cheek along the path of brown cunt hair until Miriam started to moan softly.
Then Karen worked her mouth around until she could run her tongue up and down her mother's cunt slash. There was a sudden bristly feeling. The girl knew that her own cunt was the same way and didn't bother to comment on it.
Besides, she found herself getting turned on by this. She had done all sorts of kinky things in her short life, but this was something she'd never even dreamed of. Here she was licking her own mother's cunt!
In spite of her strict moral upbringing, the thought made the teenager begin to turn liquid and juicy in her own cunt.
Karen's agile tongue leaped out and began caressing the soft pink pussylips. As she moved her rough, wet tongue up and down the snatch, she tasted the thin flow of inner lubricants from her mother's cunt. The taste was unique. It was totally different from anything else she had ever tried.
Karen knew what jism tasted like. She had sucked off enough men to know. But she'd never been one to play around with other chicks. Now she was sorry. The cunt juice dribbling from her mother's twat was tasty! It had an acid tang to it that excited her. The slightly salty residue left on her tongue made her even hotter in the crotch than she had been before. The teenager knew that her mother might not like this at all, but she was going to enjoy it a lot!
"Ummmm!" Karen mumbled as she started licking up the droplets as they appeared on the surface of the slowly reddening cuntlips. It occurred to her that the source of all this tasty elixir had to be hidden behind those pink flaps.
With her tongue, Karen shoved aside the cuntlips and was almost drowned. The outpouring of cunt juice convinced her that her mother might be protesting all the way, but she was getting off in a big way.
Besides, what was the difference between having a woman's mouth on your cunt or a man's mouth? If anything, a woman would be better, gentler, more knowing.
Karen could hardly restrain her own passions. She pressed her legs firmly together to keep her own cunt juices from betraying her to the two men. They mustn't know she was getting turned on to this scene or there was no telling what they'd do to her!
Karen shoved her cock-hard tongue all the way up at her mother's cunt. Miriam moaned with the sudden invasion of her manhole. The tiny tongue of her very own daughter was swirling around and around inside her, stimulating her just like Ralph always did. It became impossible to tell the difference, whether it was Ralph or her own daughter doing the wonderful things to her cunt.
She felt the rough tongue scrubbing down the cunt walls for every single drop of love juice she was squirting out. The woman knew it had to be a lot. She felt so weak and watery inside, just like she did when a man made love to her.
Karen's tongue surged back and forth in a fucking motion. She tongue-fucked her mother as hard and fast as she could until the woman was writhing and thrashing around on the floor. It gave Karen a sense of power. She held her own mother impaled and controlled by nothing more than her tiny coral-tipped tongue!
The girl soon tired of feeling the velvet lining of her mother's cunt walls. They were still dripping out their juices, but the girl wanted something new and different. The teenager began to tease and taunt the pinkly scalloped inner cuntlips.
This almost drove Miriam mad with lust. She could barely control the motion of her hips as Karen started the feather-light touches on one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Electric surges volted into her belly every time the rough, wet tongue stroked along the fragile inner cuntlips.
When Karen decided to explore further, Miriam rocketed off in orgasm. Karen found the tiny spire of her mother's clit. When she sucked it into her mouth and began to diddle it around with her agile tongue, the woman was unable to control her passions any longer. She climaxed while screaming out a long, loud and heartfelt, "Uuuunnngh!"
Miriam arched her back and exposed even more of her cunt to Karen's questing tongue. While her mother was still locked in orgasm, the girl ran her tongue fleetingly across the sensitive perineum back to the tightly clenched asshole. A light taste there convinced Karen that it might be a lot of fun to shove her tongue into that hard-held back passageway.
It had only been a few hours earlier that she'd been fucked up her ass. It might be a real trip to stuff her tongue up her mother's asshole.
However, the opportunity was soon lost when Miriam relaxed from her sexual high and collapsed back to the rug. She felt her daughter's tongue exploring her crotch, but it meant nothing. All that mattered was the fact that Karen was driving her to the edge of another orgasm.
Karen instinctively went back to the tiny nubbin of her mother's clitoris. The small pillar of erectile tissue was meant to be sucked on. The teenager gave it her full attention. She took it slowly into her mouth, sucking a small bit of it in at a time. When she began to nibble on the little button, Miriam climaxed again.
It took very little manipulation of her go-button to set her off. All of her pleasure nerves were centered in her clit. Whenever Karen dragged her tongue over the clitoris, Miriam would feel the beginnings of another climax.
Karen heard in the distance, "Hey, this ain't fair!" She knew it was Fred. She felt powerful hands lift her and spread her legs. She and her mother were now in the classic 69 position.
Karen could get some of the mouth love in return that she'd been giving so freely to her mother!
When Miriam's tongue penetrated her daughter's cunt, Karen knew she might lose her mind. She had been really turned on and hot to trot simply by eating out her mother's twat. But with her mother returning the favor, it was sheer undiluted heaven!
The wet feel of the woman's tongue dragging along her cunt set fire to the girl. When Miriam began sucking on the tiny button of her clit, Karen began churning and thrashing around just like her mother had.
But she restrained the powerful forces building up inside her body. She wanted a monumental orgasm. She wanted one she could remember for a long, long time. Karen forced back the feelings building up like a tidal wave in her body. She denied them release. She would tell her body when she was ready.
The girl decided to descend and continue eating out her mother. There was no reason to have the brown-furred thatch of a cunt this close and not take advantage of it. She sucked in the twin clamlike lips of her mother's cunt and gently nibbled on them. Then she ran her tongue along the thick crease between the two lips.
With a sophistication beyond her years, Karen suddenly rammed her tongue between the compressed pussylips.
Miriam climaxed again.
That almost caused Karen to lose control, too. Her mother had been tongue-fucking her more and more vigorously. When the orgasm seized control of her body, Miriam had sucked in violently. Every drop of cunt juice in Karen's cunt seemed to race out and into the woman's sucking mouth.
"That's the ticket, you two, keep on going!" Ross cheered them on. Karen didn't know whether to hate Ross or thank him for this lovely, yet degrading, experience.
She decided to make the best of it. With her head buried between her mother's legs, the girl continued to suck and lick and tongue. Her mother soon regained control after the velvet and iron grip of orgasm had left her body. The older woman began tonguing Karen's tiny button of a clitoris.
No matter how good her intent, Karen knew that this was going to set off her climax. She felt the tidal wave of passion building up quickly in her belly. Then, like a dam bursting, she was flooded with the wild and wonderful feelings uniquely those of complete and total sexual surrender.
The orgasm hurtled her high in the air and tossed her on violent winds before allowing her to gently drift back to the reality around her. When she was able to open her eyes, all she saw was her mother's cunt gaping open.
"You're doing real well, you are!" cheered on Fred. There was no question in Karen's mind about the sandy-haired man. She hated him with every fiber of her being. But Ross? She didn't know what she felt toward him. He had pissed in her hair after making her suck him off. He'd been the first one to ass-fuck her. And yet, he was so dominant. So masterful and sure of himself.
"I'm getting tired of this. I can't see that much, anyway. You can lock 'em up when they finish. I'm going to bed." Ross got up and went to search out a bed.
"Hell, Ross, they're just getting started! Keep going, you two lezzie lovers. Lemme see how two girls do it to each other!"
Karen was sure she hated Fred.