Chapter 11
Pete sucked in his breath as Ruth's tongue twitched around inside of her mouth, swirling over this alien object which had been thrust in her face. Experimentally, she licked the heavy masculine tasting smoothness, not yet sure whether she liked the taste or not. She could feel him jerking back and forth whenever she touched the sensitive swollen tip of his cock head, and somehow she found herself liking the power she had over him.
In a twisted, soap-opera sort of way, he was at her mercy now. Last night he had made her scream and groan to his liking... now she could do the same to him. She was his captive, but his strong hard penis was a prisoner of her mouth!
Ruth's mind was far from lucid, but she could recognize that there was someone else that she could not Bee working down there between her open legs, licking hotly and hungrily at her cuntal lips and tormenting the pulsating walls of her cuntal hole with gentleness and skill.
Vaguely, she wondered who it might be and for a minute she considered raising her eyelids and glancing around Pete to see; what with this thing in her mouth, it was impossible to do both.
This was to be her revenge! She was going to suck him until he begged her to stop, until his heavy balls were drained of their cum. She would lick and nibble at his cock until he slobbered like the village idiot... the way he had made her scream and groan the night before. She would be his Delilah and drain the strength from him as Delilah had done to Samson.
But the big biker straddling her breasts understood only that he was being sucked and nibbled at with exceptional softness and warmth. Acceptance had been all he'd dared hope for. Her lips made a tight elastic seal around his orally fucking cock and he could feel her sucking powerfully, like a baby at a rubber nipple. Even the long shaft of his penis outside of her mouth was warmed and tingling by the hot breath from her dilated nostrils. His rough hands crept to her hungrily bulging cheeks and he pressed inwards to increase the pressure; at the same time Ruth groped for his cock with one hand and cupped his prickly balls with the other, gently squeezing and massaging them.
Ruth was blowing Pete as if she'd been doing this her whole life! The other bikers crawled over on hands and knees to watch. Even Lash's father waddled across the floor, his flaccid penis dangling from his open fly, his eyes as big as moons. The lesbian waitress paid no attention to anyone, content to suck at the young girl's legs, wishing that the man would go away and let her have his young treat to herself and give credit where credit was due!
Pete rotated his buttocks as he fucked into her ovaled rosebud mouth, stimulating the taut hardened nipples on her soft, mountainous breasts beneath with the movement of his buttocks. He moaned as his saliva-glistening cock slipped in to disappear and then reappear from her rhythmically working throat.
Just to check it out, Pete occasionally tore his eyes off of Ruth's sucking lips to glance over his shoulder and check the lesbian's progress. The Mexican woman's face was buried between Ruth's jerkily trembling legs. Ruth's body flew out of control and wrapped both her thighs around the lesbian's head, locking her so tightly to her loins that the lesbian had to raise her head every now and then for breath.
Every nerve ending in Pete's body was crying out for release and the tension in his groin was becoming absolutely unbearable. His balls were being squeezed in her hand and the tip of his extended rigid penis seemed to be ready to burst wide open in the warmly nibbling cavern of her mouth as the spasm wormed its way up from the base of his spine to his throbbing cock.
A groan bubbled from his lips, catching him off guard as the warmth at the base of his spine suddenly developed into a searing flame of pure ecstasy and the white sticky cum spurted out hose-like from the tip of his jerking cock. He moaned like a dying man as he crumbled over her, the hot fiery spray of semen splashing hotly into the back of her working throat.
Murmurs of joy fluttered from Ruth's cock-filled mouth as she gulped to keep from drowning, sputtering and choking in an effort to swallow every drop of his cum. Even after his orgasm had passed, Ruth inwardly sang at the triumphant feeling of having reduced this rough biker to a panting, moaning, squirming hunk of flesh. She sucked on him persistently, even after his orgasm had passed. While the lesbian lucked more hungrily now up between Ruth's wide held thighs, shoving her strong tongue deep inside the girl's quivering pussy, Ruth licked Pete clean like a mother cat washing her kittens, holding him tightly and reveling in the warmth of his cum in her belly as he tried to pull his slowly-deflating cock free of her semen flooded - mouth.
No, she resolved, I haven't finished with you yet, big boy, and she began to bite and gently nibble, trying to nurse his sperm-drained cock and testicles back to life. She wanted to prove to him and every biker in the room that he was really her captive. She could make him cum when she wanted and scream if she felt like it... now she could turn a limp cock into a live one even after a cataclysmic orgasm like the one that now pooled in her belly.
But as his eager penis swelled back into virility, Ruth felt her own body suddenly flip out of control. Whoever was licking and slavering so wildly up between her legs was driving her insane and as Pete's responsive cock climbed again to its full height and size, she realized that the whole of her insides was ready to burst into wild, uncontrolled orgasm.
Her buttocks began to flail crazily up and down on the floor as the perverted Mexican girl sucked furiously on her tensely exploding clitoris and the heavy muscular biker was nearly bucked off as her body spasmed, jerked, and twitched around beneath his naked ass cheeks.
"I'm cumming!" she groaned with a high-pitched squeal. "Oh, God, I'm cummmming!" and her body thrashed up and down as if in an epileptic fit as the bikers fought over spectator space to watch the preacher's daughter being possessed by the devil.
Suddenly, Ruth's body seemed to float six inches above the floor, bathed in a warm ecstatic flame and her face was twisted devilishly. "AAAA-HHHHH!!!" she screamed violently as the spasm swept over her, washing away everything else in the room as the bikers, the homosexual woman, everything disappeared and the infinite darkness of her own sin descended upon her.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was that of the lesbian smacking her lips and wiping her mouth clean of Ruth's spating sexual juices. The room was heavy with a sense of anticipation for what would happen next as the Hells Angels stood in awe as if witnesses to some satanic miracle.
It didn't take long, however, for the action to start spinning anew. Two bikers decided it would be entertaining to rape a lesbian and they dragged her off, screaming and kicking, over to the pool table where they laid her down with a hard slap to the side of her head. Pete rolled, off of Ruth, seeing that this time she was really out cold, and looked up to see Lash crouching by his side, his cock naked and hard.
"My turn to get a crack at that ass!" snarled Lash.
"No way, man," answered Pete, holding up his hand angrily. "She's out cold."
"Don't bother me none," replied the leader, giving his cock a touch of encouragement as he slipped the foreskin back and forth. "She'll open them brown eyes once Lash fucks this up inside of her."
Pete's jaws worked angrily and his dark eyes darted around the room to see the other bikers were back to their individual frolics. To defy Lash in front of them would mean mutiny, and he knew it was to his advantage to stand up to Lash now before he had a chance to call a meeting and declare a vote which, considering the circumstances, would fall in Lash's favor.
"You can't fuck an unconscious girl," retorted Pete self-righteously, despite the fact that he had done so more times than he could count on his fingers and toes. But Ruth was his... no two ways about it. "You're ridin' with my old lady, and I ain't said nothin' about that."
"Listen man," squinted Lash. "I'm the boss around here and don't you forget it. I ride with whoever I wanna ride with and I fuck who I wanna fuck," said Lash furiously.
"You put one finger on her and I'll slit your goddamned throat!" snarled Pete, hoping to God he wouldn't have to fight Lash before the dope was picked up and the Angels rode clean again. The two leaders glared at each other across Ruth's naked body. "Listen, man," started Pete in a negotiating tone of voice. "We can't afford ne hassles now or the deal's off. We put too much time into setting up. Christ, we've got Jasper up there in Vancouver waiting on a coupia pounds ... and Carlos in San Diege's sitting on our bread waitin' for us to make the pick up. You wanna blow all that off just to fuck a girl who's too goddamned drunk to even know who's sticking her?"
"Wait till this ride's over... then we'll discuss it," snarled Lash and stomped away angrily.