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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.

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