Chapter 2Starring:
Lauren Cohan as Maggie Greene,
Christian Serratos as Rosita Espinosa and
Katelyn Nacon as Enid
Rosita Espinosa licked her thick, bee stung lips at the sight before her, her mind whirring with all the ways she could use it to her benefit. She grinned from ear to ear as she opened her mouth to speak. “What do we have here then?”
Maggie Greene stood still like a statue; her pretty mouth agape, her fingers clutching Enid’s hair, her young lover’s face still buried between her buttcheeks. She couldn’t believe, that in all the excitement, she’d forgotten to lock her door. A schoolgirl error if ever there was one.
“My, my,” Rosita smirked, “Maggie Greene. I didn’t know you had it in you. And who’s your little friend there? You gonna let her up for air anytime soon?”
Maggie relinquished her grip on Enid’s brown locks and the teenager burrowed out from the depths of her asscrack.
“Oh, Enid!” Rosita exclaimed, grinning like a sly fox. “Well, that explains a lot.”
It was the general consensus amongst The Hilltop’s male residents that Rosita and Maggie were the two best looking women the realm had to offer (Enid was a close third, though many were reluctant to recognise the effect a girl as young as her had on their nether regions. The world may have ended, but they still had morals. Some of them, anyway).
But with her lack of superiority, not to mention a set of lips so thick and pouty they looked as though they could empty every ballsack in the community at the drop of a hat, Rosita found herself the object of affections of every hardon-sporting man within the four walls. As such, the young Latina received lewd offers numbering into the double digits from interested parties almost every single day, many of which she accepted.
But those who assumed Rosita’s large sexual appetite to be strictly dickly in nature were way off the mark. In fact, the dark-haired beauty held much the same opinion as Enid on the subject of sexuality; if she could be eaten alive at any moment, why shouldn't she live a little while she could? To that end, Rosita had worked her way around not only the lion’s share of The Hilltop’s male populace, but a good deal of the women too.
Indeed, armed with a set of lips every bit as tailored to the sucking of tits and clits as cocks and balls, and a tongue so skilled it could whip even the most devout of Catholic nuns into a frenzy, Rosita had buried her pretty head between more sets of feminine thighs than she could keep track of. But there was one notable absentee from her roster of female conquests; Enid Schwartz. Given the teenage brunette’s famed lesbianism it came as a surprise to Rosita that the two had not crossed paths (not to mention their hot, nude bodies) before, and the Hispanic beauty began to wonder if something strange had been afoot concerning her young counterpart. Now she knew.
“Hey,” Rosita added, “don’t stop on my account.”
“What is it, Rosita?” Maggie barked; the leader embarrassed to have been caught red handed and worried about the consequences, but equally annoyed that her orgasm had been cut short. She’d heard the term ‘blue balls’ before and wondered if it extended to the vagina also. If so, hers was glowing like a sapphire ring right about now!
“Woah!” the Latina replied, holding her dainty little hands aloft in a display of peace. “Why the hostility? I’m just wondering what our oh-so-wise leader is doing with a teenage girl’s face in her ass, that’s all.”
Maggie said noting.
“Not gonna tell me, huh?” Rosita continued. “That’s OK, I’ve got a pretty good idea what she was doing in there. What I’m not sure about, though,” she went on, “is what our residents will think on this. I mean, they’d probably be pretty aggrieved if they found out our almighty leader was dolled out in a catsuit, getting her butt eaten by one of her subjects. I think they might see that as an abuse of her authority, don’t you?”
“What do you want?” Maggie asked.
“Hmm,” Rosita pondered with a sly grin, “what do I want?” she went on, strolling leisurely to the centre of the room. “Well, I only caught the tail end of your little tryst there, but it sounded like you were having a pretty good time, Maggie,” she declared. “About that, actually, you should probably consider muzzling yourself in future. I could hear you down the hall. Anyway, I guess what I want is a little sample of that tongue of hers. If it had you nearly screaming the place down then it’s probably not something I should pass up on, right?”
Again, Maggie remained silent.
“It’s either that or I go tell everyone what I just saw,” Rosita declared. “Your call.”
Maggie weighed up her options. The brunette didn’t much like the idea of her little Enid tonguefucking some other woman, least of all one who was essentially blackmailing her. But she saw no other option. If Rosita told the residents about her indiscretion her reign as leader would surely be all but over. She had no hard evidence, but it would sew the seeds of doubt in people’s minds. No smoke without fire and all that. While Maggie came to her decision, Rosita leant over to address Enid; the Hispanic hottie placing a lengthy nailed finger under her chin and angling the teen’s pretty face up towards her.
“How about it, sweetie?” she asked. “You willing to sacrifice that tongue for the good of our leader?”
Enid looked across at Maggie. “Ma,am?”
Rosita laughed. “She calls you ‘ma’am’? I quite like that. From now on you’re gonna call me ‘ma’am’ too, OK?”
Enid kept looking at her mistress, like she was seeking permission. Maggie gave her a nod.
“Yes, ma’am,” the young girl replied.
“Hmmhmm,” the Latina grinned. “Isn’t she just the cutest little thing? So how about it, Maggie? You gonna let me play, or do I have to go taddle?”
The leader sighed. “Doesn’t sound like I have much choice.”
“So I take it that’s a ‘yes’?” Rosita asked.
Maggie nodded.
“Yay!” Rosita exclaimed. “I’m gonna have some fun with you, girl,” she declared, looking back down at Enid and planting a kiss on her soft pink lips. “You don’t mind if we use your bed, do you?”
Maggie looked dejected. She shook her head.
“Why, thank you!” smiled the Latina. She untied Enid’s wrists and took her by the hand, leading the young girl across the room to the neatly made double bed. “Lay down,” she instructed, lightly patting the teen’s peachy little ass.
Enid laid back atop the freshly washed sheets. The bed had wrist and ankle ties attached to both ends of the metal frame and Rosita took one in her hand as she addressed the young brunette further.
“I guess you like being tied down, huh?” she smirked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Enid replied.
Rosita bound the girl’s ankles and wrists, then stood up to undress. She took off her trademark military style cap and ran a hand through her dark, silky hair. Rosita was a knockout in every sense of the word. Armed with gorgeous facial features and a mischievous glint in her eye, not to mention a strong, athletic physique and a plucky, tough girl attitude; the Latina looked as though she could just as easily beat a guy senseless as suck his dick dry, and had displayed an aptitude for both in the years since the outbreak.
She had deep chocolate-coloured eyes, a perfectly formed little nose and flawless (save for a scar below her right eye from a Negan assassination attempt gone wrong) olive skin. Her standout feature without a doubt, however, was her lips; a plump, pillowy set of suckers that appeared to have been on the business end of an angry swarm of honey bees.
Rosita pulled her grey vest top over her head, slipped off her boots and inched down her denim shorts, revealing her glorious body in all its taut, toned majesty. She was built like a brick shithouse; the Hispanic beauty giving even Maggie Greene a run for her money in the brawn department. Thick, ladylike biceps bulged in her arms, while her flat midriff boasted the kind of effeminate muscle tone to turn even professional soccer players green with envy. She took off her sports bra; a large set of perky, sun kissed breasts spilling out like ripe cantaloupes, then tugged down her panties.
She looked down at Enid; the young girl sprawled out atop the white sheets. “I think I want to sit on that pretty face of yours,” she declared.
With that, Rosita climbed up onto the bed, and threw a long, slender leg over Enid’s supine frame; setting her wet, freshly shaven pussy down atop the young girl’s face. The teen wasted no time; shooting out her tongue to lap at her Latin lover’s pink, swollen clit.
“Oooh, yeah,” Rosita groaned, reaching down to fondle Enid’s perky young tits and lightly pinch her erect nipples, “that’s it, baby!”
Enid flicked her tongue back and forth across Rosita’s red button; the Latina purring like a panther in response to the brunette’s expert oral work. Rosita grinned across at Maggie who was sat on an armchair at the end of the bed, reluctantly watching the whole sordid affair unfold.
“I can see why you picked this one,” she cooed. “She sure knows how to use that tongue.”
She wasn’t wrong. In fact, Enid boasted cunilingual abilities to put even the most experienced lesbian pornstars to shame, and it was only a matter of seconds before Rosita was quivering from head to toe as a result of her ministrations.
“You can...uhhh,” Rosita moaned, the randy Latina finding it difficult to speak amid a ruthless onslaught from Enid’s talented young tongue. “You can play with yourself if you like,” she managed to say, looking across at Maggie. “I won’t mind.”
Maggie was currently wearing the face of a young child presented with a plate of carrots. She was angry and bitter; jealous that Enid’s cute little face was buried underneath an ass that wasn’t her own. But she couldn’t deny that it was one hell of a sight. The way Enid’s tongue lapped at Rosita’s stiff, pink clit. How the Latina’s pretty face lit up like a Christmas tree as she was tongued into ecstasy. It’d had Maggie’s nether regions tingling since minute one, and the lusty leader had been fighting the urge to spread her legs and furiously knead her clit to the lesbian lickfest.
“Come on,” Rosita purred. “I want...oh yeah, baby! I want to watch you play with that pussy.”
Rosita had Maggie wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. She could make her do anything she wanted. Forget fingering herself, she could probably make the Southern belle insert Negan’s baseball bat up her cooch if she was so inclined. Knowing full well the predicament she was in, Maggie parted her legs like the Red Sea, offering Rosita a spectacular view of her slick pink pussy and reached down to rub her stiffened clit.
“Yeah...uhhh! Yeah, that’s it, baby!” Rosita cooed. “Strum that fucking clit!”
And she did. As a matter of fact, Maggie was frigging herself like a woman possessed; her manicured hand little more than a blur as she vigorously kneaded her bulging bud. Rosita was having the time of her life. She had two beautiful women at her beck and call; one sprawled out beneath her, tonguing eagerly at her clit, the other laid out in front, legs akimbo, masturbating furiously for her enjoyment.
Rosita had often fantasized about being the leader; having a group of people doing what she wanted, when she wanted it, and Maggie and Enid were getting a taste of what life at the Hilltop might be like had the Hispanic beauty been voted in instead. Every woman and man aged 18-45 breaking out into community-wide orgies at the drop of a hat. Every trailer within the four walls rocking back and forth on its moorings from dawn ‘til dusk, as people licked, sucked and fucked each other into the early hours. Sounded OK to them!
“Spread...uhhh, yes! Spread that pussy open, baby!” Rosita moaned. “Let me see how pink it is!”
Still wildly strumming her clit, Maggie used two fingers to prize apart the sticky, wet lips of her slit; showing off her womanhood in all it’s glistening, bubblegum-pink glory.
“Mmm, yeah!” Rosita grinned, licking her thick lips as she looked on at the brunette’s dripping gash. “Put...uhhh! Put your fingers in there. I want to watch you cum!”
Maggie did as instructed. She began by feeding two fingers between her lips; locking eyes with Rosita, a mischievous grin stretching across her face as she lubed up the twin digits with her wet saliva. Then, she reached down, feeding her fingers into her tight, hot snatch; her vaginal lips wrapping around the spit-slicked digits like a Chinese finger trap. The brunette worked her fingers back and forth; venturing the dextrous digits further inside with every motion until she was knuckle deep in her moist pink pussy. A glistening glaze of her effeminate juices began to her coat her fingers as she guided them back and forth; the neatly painted tips bothering her g-spot on each pass.
“Yeah...uhhh...that’s it, baby!” Rosita groaned. “Fingerfuck that tight hole!”
Maggie was in little need of encouragement. In fact, she was going wild on her pussy; fingerbanging herself like a horny teenage girl and violently strumming her pulsing clit as she did so. Rosita watched on as the all powerful leader frigged herself for her enjoyment. Maggie’s face was lit up like the Eiffel Tower, a series of impassioned moans and coos escaping her pretty pink lips as she fingered her slippery wet slit.
“Take...ummm, yeah! Take those fingers out and put them in your mouth,” Rosita purred in instruction. “Taste...oh yes, baby! Taste that sweet pink pussy of yours.”
As directed, Maggie retrieved her fingers from the depths of her snug little snatch; the manicured digits shining with her slick secretions. She fed her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean and groaning lightly at the taste of her heavenly hole.
“How does...uhhh...how does it taste?” asked Rosita.
“Like strawberries and cream,” Maggie grinned, the randy brunette returning her fingers to her hot pink gash.
Rosita licked her full, pouty lips as she imagined the taste of her luscious leader; cooing like a ringdove as she was tongued mercilessly from below. She was quivering from head to toe, the Latina’s clit throbbing like an athlete’s ticker as Enid worker her over; a river of her sugary-sweet pussy juices flowing from her gash and into the teen’s greedy young mouth.
“Keep...oh, fuck! Keep rubbing that pussy, baby,” Rosita whined. “I want us to cum together!”
*SCHLICK* *SCHLUCK* *SCHLICK* came the sounds of Maggie’s dripping twat as the brown-haired beauty fingerbanged herself, her other hand strumming furiously at her aching clit. Her toes shook and curled. Her pearly white teeth dug into her upper lip. Her usually flawless face contorted in all kinds of unsightly ways as the lusty leader fucked herself into ecstasy.
“YES!” screamed Rosita as Enid ate her pussy; the horny brunette lapping at her clit like a thirsty kitten. “Yes, baby! You’re gonna make me cum!”
Rosita and Maggie locked eyes; skilled fingers and tongues alike stimulating their pulsing buds.
“Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” Rosita cried, the Hispanic beauty shaking all over as Enid tongued her to a powerful, explosive orgasm. “I’M CUMMING!!!”
Maggie took this as her cue. The southern belle rubbed and kneaded her clit harder and more ferociously than ever before, whilst wildly fingerfucking her sodden, squelching snatch.
“Oh, fuck!” she whined. “I’m gonna fucking squirt everywhere!”
“Yes, baby! UUUHHH!!” Rosita bellowed. “Spray that sweet fucking girlcum all over me!!”
“AHHHH!!!” Maggie screamed, pulling her fingers from the depths of her pussy, as a jet of effeminate juices gushed from her urethra.
She lay back, the randy leader still violently rubbing her swollen bud as she sprayed like a fountain; her vagina expelling fluid like a fireman’s hose. What seemed like a gallon of liquid spurted from her gash; the crystal clear fluids raining down over the floor, her bed, Enid’s legs and all over Rosita’s crotch and midriff.
“Fuck!” Maggie sighed, smaller bursts of ejaculate still spraying intermittently from her twat as she came down from her thunderous climax.
“Damn, girl!” Rosita panted. “That was quite a gush!”
The Latina climbed down from astride Enid’s face and knelt down beside her teenage lover.
“And as for you,” she said, kissing the brunette on the lips and tasting the pussy juices smeared copiously across her pretty young mouth. “Wow! That tongue! I think you deserve some kind of treat for that. What do you think, Maggie?”
“Hmm,” Maggie smirked, clambering down from the armchair, her head disappearing under the double bed.
The leader dragged some kind of wooden chest out from underneath and began to root through, eventually pulling out two big, black strapon dicks and holding them in each hand like trophies. She looked up at Rosita, grinning at the Latina like a Cheshire Cat.
“How about these?”
End of Chapter 2
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