While Kat introduces Connie to the magical path of Anaconda, Ricki and the girls began exploring Fountain Springs for sexual adventures.
Ricki, Double Dee and Animal fired up their scooters and roared up to the small grocery store four blocks up Main Street and parked their hogs.
"Wait here," Ricki commanded.
"What the fuck for?" Double Dee jumped off her iron horse. Double Dee was named, of course, for her enormous breasts. She wore a thin tank top with tie dyed spirals around each orb. Her hard, fat nipples poked trough the thin material in the center of the rainbow spirals.
"Let me just check it out." Ricki grabbed Double Dee's crotch. "It's like hunting. I'm the bird dog who's gonna flush the small furry critter out. Be ready to catch what ever tries to run." Ricki roared with laughter as she entered Beardslee's Market. Strolling down an aisle, she softly sang her version of Camp Town Races.
"I'm lookin' for a little girl to lick. Doodah. Doodah. If she's good I'll suck her clit. Oh da doodah day." She continued singing right up to the counter where Betty Jo stood wide eyed and terrified, looking straight into Ricki's eyes.
"Gonna throw her on her back, and sit down on her face. I bet my money that..." She leaned in and looked at Betty Jo's name tag. "...Betty Jo's the one who's gonna win the pussy lickin' race." Ricki laughed, leaned on the counter and smiled broadly. After thirty or more seconds of Ricki's grin and Betty Jo's silent terror, Ricki made a sudden lunge.
"Booo!!" Betty Jo fell violently against the cigarette case behind her. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh baby, come here," Ricki said and leaped over the counter in one swift move.
"I didn't mean to scare you." She put her arms around Betty Jo who trembled and recoiled but with no where to go.
"I was just fuckin' with you."
Ricki wiped the tears away from Betty Jo's eyes, but the young woman continued to cry.
"You are so cute, Betty Jo. I like blondes." She put her arms back around her.
"You've got a little meat on your bones too. I really like that."
She ran her hands up and down Betty Jo's back and sides, finally resting on her ass. Betty Jo trembled uncontrollably and continued sobbing. Ricki pulled their hips tight together. She inhaled deeply.
"And you smell so good. Does your pussy taste good too?"
"Ah...I...I don't know." The girl quivered uncontrollably.
"You don't know? Don't tell me you haven't tasted your own sweet juices?" Ricki stood back, looked into Betty Jo's face and wiped more tears away.
"No...maybe," Betty Jo replied.
"I'll bet you taste like custard pudding."
After a few minutes, Betty Jo stopped trembling, and her sobs lessened to sniffles, but she remained ridged in Ricki's arms. Ricki let her go and leaped back across the counter.
"Listen, Betty Jo. Tonight, you belong to the Devil Dykes. After you close up, pretty yourself and come down to the Lucky Eight. Wear something real sexy. Everything is cool." Ricki slapped the counter.
"Don't look so freaked, sweetie. We'll party hard, get naked, pull out our fuck toys and have a good time." Ricki looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her tongue at Betty Jo as she walked out.
"Don't make me come back and get you." Her laughter faded away when the door swung closed.
Betty Jo released her pent-up breath and trembled. Her hand slid between her legs and up her short skirt. Her finger touched the crotch of her panties.
"I'm so wet."
Outside, Double Dee reclined on her bike with her shorts dangling from on foot. Animal's face was buried in her crotch.
"Fer Christ's sake, bitches. You can eat each other at home. We're in Fountain Springs. Let's go out to that bee and bee and get some strange."
"Ooo, strange pussy," Animal muttered with Double Dee's juice smeared over her face. Animal had survived a bad motorcycle accident a few years ago, and she had never fully recovered mentally from the brain damage. She did what ever any of her sister dykes told her to do. She could take care of herself, alright, but the other girls used her at their pleasure.
"You can eat my pussy later, honey," Double Dee said. "Let's go get some strange."
"Let's go get some strange," Animal mimicked.
A mile outside of town, a stately Victorian house stood back from the road, half hidden by a large stand of trees. The three cycles turned onto the driveway and motored up to the house. An SUV was parked in front.
"I'm not waiting outside this time," Double Dee scowled. Ricki only smiled.
"Let's get some strange," Animal muttered.
"Come on in my pretty cunts," Ricki said as she rocked her bike over on it kick stand, swung her long, muscled leg over the seat and climbed the steps leading to a covered porch.
The front door swung open, and a pretty, petite red head stepped out.
"I thought I heard some visitors. You must be the girls from the motorcycle club Connie told me about."
Ricki smiled and didn't stop until she stood very close to the girl. She was at least a head taller.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing," she said. "And what did Connie say about us?"
The girl cleared her throat, brushed a strand of curly red hair behind her ear and placed her hand against the top of her blouse.
"Well, she said this is your annual ride, you're a...real...wild...but nice, bunch of...girls." She nervously giggled and lowered her eyes. "But we should leave town while you're here."
"But here you are. Maybe you should have taken Connie's advice. You know where she is right now?" Red shook her head.
"She's got her face buried in the crotch of one of my girls." Ricki chuckled. "And I think she likes it."
"Oh," red whispered. Ricki placed a hand against the wall on either side of the girl and trapped her in place.
"What's your name, darlin'?"
"Sherri."
"I'm Ricki. This is Double Dee and Animal." The girl tried to look past Ricki, but the biker chick only moved to block her view. "Aren't you going to invite us in, Sherri?"
"Um...sure. Sorry. Please come in." Ricki didn't move her hands. She kept Sherri trapped where she was.
"Go see who's home," Ricki said over her shoulder.
Double Dee and Animal walked by them and entered the old house. As she passed, Double Dee reached in and grabbed Sherri's breast. Sherri flinched and brushed against Ricki. Ricki slapped Dee's hand away and wrapped her arms around the girl pulling her close.
"Yes, we're a real wild bunch," she whispered in Sherri's ear. "You ever eat pussy." Sherri shivered.
"No. But Connie said something like this might happen. I've wondered what it would be like. I guess I stayed in town because I was curious."
Ricki tilted Sherri's face up and looked into her eyes.
"You are so cute, and you got guts. I like that." She pressed her lips against Sherri's, darted her tongue into the young woman's mouth and cupped her ass in her large hands. "I might keep you for my self." Sherri shivered again.
"We have some vacation guests here. You won't bother them will you?"
"That depends. Let's go see."
In the main sitting room, a middle aged man and woman sat stiffly on the sofa. Double Dee and Animal had the two other bee and bee owners cornered in various places in the room.
"That's Donna and Lynn," Sherri said. Double Dee had Donna pressed against a piano. Donna was not being very cooperative. Animal and Lynn played back-and-forth chase around the dining room table, but unlike Donna, she had a playful look on her face.
"All right! Everyone stop!" Ricki shouted. Double Dee stomped in frustration and spun around glaring. Animal continued her chase.
"Animal!! Knock it off." Animal groaned and made a pouty expression. "I wanna get some strange."
"You'll get some."
Ricki pulled her fingerless gloves off and stuffed them in a back pocket. She sauntered up to the vacationing guests, clearly in distress.
"Sorry you folks picked this week, but every year at this time, Fountain Springs belongs to the Devil Dykes Motorcycle Club. I'm Ricki, the prez."
As she spoke she eyed the couple. The woman was slightly over weight and beginning to gray. Still attractive. The man was handsome, but balding, beer bellied and not very tall.
"Now you can pack up and leave, or you can join in the fun. But if you stay, you gotta play."
She walked behind the sofa and let a finger trail across the woman's shoulders. The lady recoiled. "And by fun, I mean anything goes."
Ricki leaned down between their heads and said," There be a whole lotta lickin' and stickin' and suckin' and fuckin'. We've got booze, pot, ecstasy and speed." She walked back to the front of the sofa.
"And just so you know, I swing both ways." She winked at the man. "I can go from eating your mamma's pussy to taking that tube steak any where you want to plant it. That is if you can get it up." She looked at his wife.
"He can get it up can't he?"
"This is outrageous," he grumbled and rose to his feet. Ricki kicked the coffee table in, hit him in the shins and knocked him back to a sitting position.
"I'll tell you when you can stand." Sherri immediately jumped forward.
"Folks, please. I'm sorry you have to go through this. But there is no law enforcement in town. This...group...motorcycle club comes here every year. The long-time residents have assured me, if we all cooperate with them, no one gets hurt." She turned toward Ricki. "That is right, right?" Ricki chuckled.
"The only ones who get hurt are the uncooperative and the ones who like a little pain." She looked at the older woman. ""I'll bet you like a little naughty spanking, don't you?"
"Enough of this bullshit!" Double Dee shouted. "I need to cum."
"I need to cum," Animal repeated.
Ricki looked at Donna and Lynn. "What's it gonna be, girls? If you stay, you play." Donna was a tall, pale brunette. Lynn was shorter with a perfect bubble butt and a dark, Mediterranean complexion.
"Oh what the hell. I played around in college," Donna said in resignation. "Come with me." She took Double Dee's hand and led her up the stairway. "I'm going to give you a bath." Double Dee grinned and waved goodby. Donna looked back and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Look," Lynn through her hands up. "I've never been with a girl. I wouldn't even know what to do."
"I'll teach you," Animal said, raced over to Lynn before she could run and wrapped her arms around her.
"Ouch! Not so rough!"
"Be nice, Animal," Ricki commanded. "Unless she doesn't cooperate. Then you can spank her."
"Okay, Ricki. I'll be nice. You'll like it, Lynn. Eating pussy is so much fun."
"I hope so. Come on, Animal. Why do they call you Animal?"
