Club Latex Ch. 13
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The Ranch – New Friends so Alice shrugged and pulled aside Ginnie, Dave and May. “In about fifteen minutes the LGs will start to think about switching positions or partners. Let’s play for a bit while we wait.”
* * *
About twenty minutes later, Alice put two sticky fingers in her mouth, sucked them clean, and dried them on May’s hair. Then, dodging her friend’s well-aimed tongue lashing out at her nose, she put her fingers back in her mouth to deliver a serious whistle. As the copulating revelers paused, Ginnie handed each of the three balloon girls their com-devices — the need for which was obvious to all, given their tongue-free pocket-pussy mouths. Then Alice formally presented Charlotte, Arlene, Dorothy to the lustful assembly … and, as an afterthought, Jackie, the animated penis that had been in the pet carrier. Each, barring the waggling wang thing, politely greeted them using their text-to-voice gizmos.
“We think these gals are your – our – cousins,” said Alice. “Well, technically, Arlene used to be a guy and a girl. And we’re not entirely sure whether or not Jackie is all that’s left of some other dude.” Jackie hopped up and down and drooled cum at hearing his name. “As for Dorothy, the rest of her was already broken, sort of. She’ll be more comfortable later, down in the pool. Actually, they all need to keep on the warm side. It’s a thing.”
Emile went quite pale at this last revelation. “Uh-oh.”
“What’s the problem?” Lori asked.
“Um,” he said, disengaging from Dorothy and lifting her over his head. “You remember how Doc and Molly culled out the good shit from the homes of the all girls they’d transmogrified?” Here he cocked his head towards the main hall. “Including that stuff. We still do it – one for all, sort of thing – and stow the excess in shipping containers like they did. Only, a while back I was shopping there and came across a boxed inflatable doll. And there was just me …”
He had momentarily lost his Jeeves accent; the upshot of his tale was that he’d inflated the doll then and there, and given it a test run. “It looked more or less like Charlotte, here. But it wasn’t, you know, animated. Even so, it was a great fuck – but I thought it would be surplus to needs around here. After I told Trixie, I asked her to warm me back up …”
“Because you said it was frigging freezing in the container,” said Trixie. “Uh-oh.”
The still impaled Charlotte, obviously agitated, weighed in. “Did you put her back in her box?”
“Well, I had to hose her down first … her holes were connected so I could flush right through, like Mistress Lori …” He gave his boss an apologetic look – she considered the hose-fountain games they occasionally played together to be personal. “Um, anyhow, I hung her to drip/dry while I finished what I was originally doing. Then I boxed her up and came home.”
“Thank God!” Charlotte exclaimed.
It was left to May to explain. “They sleep, sort of, in their boxes. But they’re wide awake when they’re out, and if it’s denizli escort cold …”
“We end up frozen stiff,” Charlotte finished, with a shiver. “Which isn’t so bad, actually, unless we’re left alone like that. Don’t stop!” This confusing last comment was intended for Tina.
“All right,” said Emile. “The storage facility is on the far edge of town – I’m on my way.”
Lori gathered that another day snoozing wouldn’t matter to the gal in the box. “It will keep for a while, Emile. Help us greet our new friends first.”
* * *
The following morning, Supreme Mistress Lori managed to extract herself from the tangle of drowsy but ever-lusty latex girls, and their sleeping guests and minions, who decorated the Latex Lodge. The first step was to hoist herself off Tina’s member, with the excuse of going for a walk. This, coming from anyone present, ordinarily meant going off for a private fuck somewhere (and technically it was also true now, as far as it went). She left the girl sitting, knees up, sulkily sucking a fair length of her now vacated cock.
Having managed to cross the room with a polite minimum of kisses and bum slaps, she stepped over Selina and Duckie, who were entwined just inside the doorway, and was free to head down to the stables. There she gave Fran an apple, then led Sable out the back with a simple halter. She’d ridden him bareback from time to time (also vice-versa) and took him now mostly because her sharp heels always sank into the turf. Also, the meeting with Alice was apparently meant to be one-on-one; but bringing a cock to the party would not go amiss.
She found Alice and May down in the middle meadow, breakfasting on fruit beside their old caravan.
“You two still sleep in this thing?”
“Yup. Sometimes. Well, doze anyway.” Because Latex Girls don’t sleep, of course.
“You want a banana or three?”
“Sure.” Lori knew they liked to watch her feed the things down her throat. After helping the girls demolish their fruit supply, she stretched and asked, “How urgent
is this meeting, anyhow?”
Three pairs of eyes swiveled to where Sable had decided to extend his yard.
“Um. I think it will keep for a little while,” said Alice.
Lori unceremoniously clambered beneath the creature so as to crouch in a convenient position, while the girls positioned themselves on each side to assist. Once they had fed the first fat foot or so inside their mistress, Sable’s cock began to lift her off the ground, and they were obliged to hold the woman’s shoulders to brace her while Sable drove home the rest.
Once fully engaged, Lori could hang suspended beneath her mount’s belly and massage the length of his cock inside herself. May circled around to join Alice in crouching beside the junction of horse and mistress – her friend having already slipped her tongue deep between cock and cunt. After some serious canoodling, the girls had brought each other off twice before equine cum fountained from Lori’s mouth. They then anal porno extracted their variously embedded bits and helpfully pulled their nominal leader free.
“Come on, then,” said Alice. “May can take care of Sable.” She grinned – her slutty friend was already beginning to swallow the creature’s greasy pole.
Lori didn’t begrudge May’s fun. She realized that leaving the girl behind was Alice’s conspiratorial trade for her coming without Clyde … even though they both knew the other would share whatever transpired with their intimate friend. “Where?”
“Up through the woods a little way.” When the mistress looked down at her spike-heeled feet, Alice added, “Paris girls can run on cobbles with five-inch heels. You’ll do fine on hard ground. I want to show you a place that wasn’t on the tour the other day.”
They tramped up along a path that, after a few side-branches, gradually diminished into not much more than a game trail. Obliged to lead the way, Alice turned back occasionally, not so much to see how the mistress was making out as to admire the other’s shimmying hips and bouncing tits. Also tantalizing were the gleaming remnants of steed-seed on the woman’s cheeks, which also could be seen drizzling from swollen pussy-lips down her inner thighs.
Abruptly, they emerged into a glade at the base of an overgrown embankment. A little stream fell tinkling into a pool, before meandering off to the woods; and in the hillside nearby was a smallish round door – it looked like if you knocked a hobbit might peek out.
“Me and May have been coming up here for a lot longer than Ms Lewis thinks. Years back we found this place. It was dug to store dynamite…”
“Say what!?”
“You know, stumping powder. All the farms around here used to have some. There were still a few primers inside. Anyhow, we cleaned it up and moved in. It was great — we’d get naked and dance around in the grass. After a while, we worked ourselves up to skittering down to skinny dip in the pond.” She laughed and slapped her now constantly bare butt to show how things had changed. Then she pulled the door open and stepped inside to fire up an oil lamp, while Lori stood admiring the surroundings. “Come on in.”
The room was much bigger than Lori expected, and the rocky walls and ceiling were plastered and white-washed. There was some scratched up Plexiglas carefully fitted into a hole overhead, as a skylight, through which a beam of sunshine fell onto a generously sized bed. She guessed that some of the furnishings had been liberated from the Lodge, but not all. They’d clearly been working on — and playing in — this place for a long time; she felt honored to have been invited. “It’s beautiful!”
Alice beamed, but said, “We have to talk.”
“Obviously,” said Lori as she dropped onto the bed, the down quilt folding up around her.
“But there’s time enough to get tongue-tied first.”
Alice and May had worked out this particular game several weeks ago. They were already old hands porno seyret with a lovely, cunt-licking sixty-nine — but now, with una lingua both top and bottom, they could tongue-wrestle while they were at it. The inevitable upgrade of this was to twist their opposing pairs of long tongues together from their bases and then drive them into one another’s depths. This left them effectively knotted together at both ends, while their hands were free to play. This orgasmic struggle would continue until both were simultaneously sated.
They gladly shared this stimulating fun with anyone else similarly equipped and, although Lori (who lacked a second tongue) was only tied to a farm-girl’s cunnie end, it was still a Fine Way to spend an hour or two. And so they did.
Eventually, the Uber-mistress relaxed and waited for Alice to disengage. Then she returned to the focus of their meeting. “You’re worried about this new style of latex girl?”
“Maybe. They’re not the same as you — as us. But damn close, like a fresh prototype, maybe. Unless there’s some sort of rubberized parallel universe, then our Molly’s latex suit supplier seems to be the same twisted Aloysius-the-Sorcerer who personally transformed these people.”
Mistress Lori surfaced to lay alongside Alice, idly canoodling her own proudly erect clitoris while she thought about that. “And there’s no reason to suppose that he hasn’t created a whole bunch more latex and/or balloon ex-girls,” she observed.
“True, although the Doc and Molly kept pretty good records. Speaking of which… there’s more. Have you had a good look at Sable?”
The mistress delivered squint-eye as she shifted her clit-twaddling hand to thrust it wrist deep into her gaping hole, so as to point out where she’d only just stowed a portion of the beast.
“It’s okay,” Alice said, “I didn’t catch it for ages myself. Ginnie and Dave have a horse – Midnight. Turns out me and May first saw it years ago – when their Aunt and Uncle owned it. Back then we thought it was some kind of weird special breed. What else could it be, right? But when we met Sable, here at the ranch, we realized she was exactly like Midnight … and more than a bit like Fran.”
“She?”
“Remember you told me some early Latex Girls were failures? I had a look at the books. Early on, an S and an M are listed. Of course everyone though that meant something else …” –here she grinned–“but they were actually separate entries. My guess is they were meant to be like Fran, but they finished up seriously horsey. Like, they looked way too much like the real deal to sell as Animatronic Orgasmatron sexbots. Not enough to fool a vet, obviously, so Midnight was peddled off cheap to some hobby farmer in the valley. Then Ginnie bought her, and hobby guy told her to keep ‘him’ out in the back forty, ’cause there’d be serious trouble with the law if someone recognized ‘he’ was an endangered variety.” Alice flailed one-handed air quotes at every miss-assigned gender reference although, to be fair, the nearly-horses were now only female at heart. “As for Sable, Lewis says she bought ‘him’ from an East Indian dude about five years back. Apparently he knew she had a pony-girl thing going on… he told her this breed was happy to hang around with girls in costume.”
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