Budding Boobs

Chapter 3

Rounded rump pumped up and down once. Then Suzanne Radcliffe began to hump slowly. She wiggled her pyramid-shaped nippletips beneath her silk camisole with flicks of her finger-tips.

Waggled her hips side to side.

Top rounds of melonlike fannylobes glowed, peeking above the hovering waistband of the pulsing panties. Highlighting the deeply etched asscleft between.

"I want you to fuck my ass."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck my ass this time, Channing. Did you hear me?"

"Hang onto it, Suzanne. I'm just getting out the champagne. It's cool enough now."

Channing Bentley exited from the small pantry next to the walk-in wine cellar. He next walked down the stone-faced hallway and into the cozy grotto that his family called the den.

"I want you first to fuck my ass. And then piss down my throat."

"Music loud enough?" Channing said.

He jacked the thick bottle of champagne.

Pointed it at the young lady in the center of the room. The one with the long silky hair who was kneeling on the floor.

A sight to behold. There was Suzanne, in her lingerie and smoking a cigarette.

Butting away to the music while riding the head of the bearskin rug like a pony.

"What were you saying, Suzanne dear?"

"I was just telling you what I wanted you to do to me. Didn't you hear?"

"I was getting the champagne." His eyes narrowed, Tongue licked out. "Tell me, Suzanne. What is it you want to do?"

"You weren't listening when I told you," she said, torquing her hips. "You'll just have to guess-or do it!"

Channing buckled to the bearskin.

He rolled up to Suzanne's bouncing body and nailed her from underneath.

He pulled his paw into her panties at the ass-cheeks. Grabbed a hank of twatfur hanging down beneath her humping haunches.

"Eeeeek."

Channing stretched out his other hand.

His phalanges trickled up her belly. Advancing from her navel to her ribs.

Then he danced his digits up.

Bounced his thumb to her boob.

"Oooooh. I'm melting," Suzanne said.

He handled her tits within his grip. Slipped his palms over the tight tips.

Turned the nipples around like knobs.

Bobbed his fist on boob.

Gnawing upward with his teeth as he warped his head up underneath her armpit from behind. Glancing off her wet flesh.

Tasting tittie in his lips.

"Ow!"

He nipped her nip.

While playing with her hip.

Suzanne's fanny rode up and down on Channing's wrist. His fist frayed her slit.

The moistness freshened his gait.

"You get naked, Channing."

Her camisole top rode up above her bounding jugs. Channing's mug munched mounds of thick milk glands, tips of nipple.

Her panties were slipping down, propelled by Channing's expertise in the matter at hand. Her knees came together.

The lace trim of her underpants dripped with her snatchwater as Channing brushed them to her ankles. Suzanne raised a limb.

Dangled her dank undies from her toes.

Channing rose.

Took the moist underpants between his teeth at the crotch.

He whipped his head back.

Sucking at them.

Tasting the dabs of brine Suzanne's snatch had left behind.

"You still have your clothes on, Channing," Suzanne said. "You afraid of me?"

Suzanne whooshed her top up over her head with a flex of her arms.

Her knockers rose and dropped. Boobs bounced several times and snapped back into place on her chest. But they didn't rest.

She rolled Channing back and pressed her tits to his chest. Rolled her thighs into him and gave his mouth a workout with her tongue.

"Guess you'll have to rape me," Channing said.

"Or give me head."

Suzanne groped forward and grabbed the lapels of Channing's smoking gown. She spread the front of the garment apart.

Saw his prick jump with a start.

The dick flew into her lips like a dart.

Dirking her yip.

Suzanne's mouth flipped up.

Taking the dicktip into the cavern behind her teeth. Squeezing on the knob.

Pestering it with her tongue.

"Eaugh."

"Had enough, Channing?"

"Sure."

"Want me to stop?"

"I beg you to."

"Ha ha ha!"

Suzanne suckered cock some more.

Channing ravaged her jaw. Humping, pumping, bucking like a bronco.

Kicking cock down her maw.

Shooting his ass back.

Letting her stretch out his dick by holding it tightly between her teeth.

Pressing her tongue up. Just behind the cockhead underneath, at the neck.

Slathering the prick with her saliva.

As she slammed her jaw down to his belly. Shaking his nuts with the impact.

She dragged her head back once more. Lapping all the way.

Licked across the dicktip sideways.

Channing reeled back in a daze.

Suzanne slanted her fingers up his legs.

Dashed her digits at his nuts.

"Ngh."

Pressed one between thumb and forefinger. Took it between her teeth.

"Ah."

Her suction brought the nougat wholly within her mouth. She rolled it with her tongue.

While jacking his stalk.

Suzanne felt the testicle grow larger in her yip as she mauled it in her maw. Gnawed nutmeat, so soft and yet so hard.

"We need a drink," Suzanne said.

Suzanne blew the ballock from between her teeth. She wrenched her head about as Channing moved slightly and bit his asscheek.

From behind, Suzanne rubbed her split cunt up and down his calves like a dog jacking off on someone's-anyone's-leg.

Channing shrugged his robe off, twisting his twanger into Suzanne's face.

He handled the champagne bottle with both delicacy and grace.

Still rutting Suzanne in the mouth.

He uncorked the magnum bottle without losing a trace of the frothing wine.

As Suzanne turned his nutnuggets into a stew.

Channing then poured out two tulip-shaped glasses of champagne. He brought one to his own mouthlips, and the other one between Suzanne's bent knees to her twatlips.

He took a shot of the bubbly into his craw. Held the glass to Suzanne's chomping facecheeks. Lifted her chin.

She yanked her head away from Channing's prick long enough to gargle down some bubbly. Then went back to gnawing stubble.

Channing scrubbed Suzanne's cuntfur with the other tulip. He scraped some running cuntcome onto the rim of the champagne glass.

Brought it out. Sloshed the champagne about the sides of the longstemmed vessel.

"Toast," he said.

"To what?"

"Your twat."

"To mine."

They both took turns gulping down the mixture of twat juice and champagne.

When the glass was drained, Channing filled up another round.

Without a toast, the glasses went down. Then another setup was filled.

And they rolled together on the rug.

"You'll fuck me now, Channing. You can't escape me anymore.

"Right."

Suzanne's legs opened with a snap.

Channing's buns blew forth.

He contracted his assmuscles and sent his pelvis against her twat.

Suzanne grabbed the head of his dick before it ground into her pussy.

"Stop. Not yet."

"Oh. Pretending you're a virgin again," Channing said with a grin.

"Yes. Easy on the way in."

"Think you'll bleed?"

"I hope so. My period's due any minute."

"Hey-Miss Ex-virgin."

"You bastard. I wanted it to seem romantic. At least the first time."

"Couldn't help it. Your virgin cunt was so famished it sucked my cock right on in. Of its very own volition-in some haste, I might had. You think I'm mad?"

"No, Channing. I think your prick shows exquisite taste in twat."

Channing throttled on in. He had fucked [so often lately it felt like coming home again.

Well, the two were connected. Whenever he came back home from school, he fucked Suzanne. They were usually on vacations at the same time.

"So how was the Middle East," Suzanne said as he chugged her quim.

"Had a fine time."

"Who'd you go with."

"Thought I mentioned it before? Chap from school last yean"

"Who'd you fuck?"

"Unfortunately, no one. Everywhere we went the Arabs were showing hardons for little boys and such. And all the women looked as though the had bugs. And floppy jugs on any over seventeen."

"Is that so young?"

"Well, you know."

"Now that you've been graduated from college, you think you're a mature man."

"No. I think I'm going to law school."

"Like everyone else."

"So what? Give me a few more years to swing. Could always go into politics."

"You said yourself this is a hick state. I think you're right. I know after I finish school I'm not coming back here."

"Who the fuck knows at this point, really? At any rate, this guy I was with now has a job with the state department. Got diplomatic status through family ties-and when we came back we just loaded his diplomatic pouch with hashish and opium. Blew right through customs. Didn't even give us a look."

"Christ, Channing. You got any here?"

He lost the train of conversation. Breaking into a lurid sweat.

Launching his prick once again.

Spearing Suzanne to the root.

"Uhuhuh."

He crushed her boobs with his curling fingers as he hung his hog up between her legs. Stabbing upward, he boffed her behind with his balls.

Dragged the dick out to the head.

Held it there.

"Oh. Can't stand it when you stop. Fuck. Fuck-fuck. Fuck!"

Channing slammed his crane into her quim.

Driving her back against the taxidermized head of the grizzly bear.

She felt the hairs of the bearskin rug stipple her hiney. She fucked back blindly.

Driving her cunt up his staff.

Suzanne felt him about to blast off.

She jacked her body.

Herky-jerked her head.

Wrenched herself off his sizzling spit.

Seized a champagne glass. Brought it up just under her slit.

A chunk of come coughed out.

Suzanne caught the gob of goo in the glass. Plopped in with a splash.

Another dash of jissom gashed across the edge of the glass. Spattered into Suzanne's face.

"Yum."

Suzanne licked it from her chin.

Lapped it from the wineglass rim.

As fresh jissom draped the rest of her face in slowly spurting curtains.

Channing and Suzanne downed the remains of the jissom and champagne. They gargled it, spat it, rubbed it into each other's manes.

Then went at it again.

Suzanne hopped about.

Butt facing up.

Honking off his twanger with both of her hands. Hurrying her palms hotly.

As Suzanne sucked the sperm from her teeth, she giggled. Remembering the story Channing had told her earlier.

"You really sent that little tramp Babette a letter you had jacked off all over?"

"I said so, didn't I?"

"Aren't you being too good to her?"

"I'm like that. Hold still, Suzanne."

Suzanne continued to move her hiney from side to side. The lips of her pussy moistened the head of Channing's throbbing pecker.

Her hands ceased jacking its length.

It was full now.

With dense blood condensing within. Pumping it up to new immensity.

"Hold still."

"Uh uh. I know what I'm doing."

Channing felt the ridges of the rim around her blowhole fritter his member.

Her asshole seemed to nibble the head of his wanger. Smooching it like a fish kiss.

The asshole suddenly came to rest straight front and center on his peckerhead.

"Spread my ass."

Channing fobbed the fannycheeks farther apart.

"You'll want to run your fingers right up."

"How did you know, Suzanne?"

"I'm psychic."

Channing spread his palm out between her pussy-lips. Drenched his fist with her goo, kneaded it in thickly.

He massaged the lubricating ladyjuice into the fluffy donut of her asshole.

"Ayn!"

Then he hooked a finger into the wrinkled crinkle in between the asscheeks.

"Eeeeeh."

The finger squeaked in to the first knuckle. Her legs gave.

Body buckled.

Channing drew the digit out.

Wrapped another around it.

Corkscrewed in up her butt.

"Aaaaah. Yes."

Suzanne flicked her hair like a wet mane.

Slicked her lips.

Licked her chin.

Whipped her tits.

Climbed on his fist.

Flagged her clit with her free hand.

"That was too far, Channing. Even for you. To even send someone like Babette a letter. Let alone with your vital juices enclosed."

"Sure. Only it wasn't a letter exactly. It was a love poem."

"Fucker," Suzanne seethed.

She blubbered hot saliva through her lips. Clenched her teeth.

Wrenched herself at the waist.

She hopped off his curled digits. The asshole squealed shut.

Channing rubbed his prick now in the cranny of her asscheeks.

He gripped her hips.

She bucked her buttocks.

Channing's embrace about her hips brought her up fast. Popped her onto his prong.

Suzanne's asshole snapped on over the head of Channing's prick. With a jolt, a rut, and a gasp, she was on halfway.

"Unh unh unh."

"You really were a virgin this way."

"Yeah, Channing. First time for everything. And I intend to do everything."

"Say, Channing. After we rumphump, can you get some of that stuff?"

"Which?"

"Smoke."

"Uh. It's still packed. I guess so. Sure. I only have a little bit with me."

"No big deal. Just wanted to give it a whirl. As long as your parents aren't in town."

"Yeah. Well, we'll have most of the rest of the summer then."

"Got this place to yourself?"

"Afraid so. Don't know how I'll amuse myself."

"Way to go."

He increased his hump.

Dick delved deeper into her rump.

Her hiney began to pump.

Taking cock up her asshole to the stump. Then arching in a twist to the side.

"I think that's a kick."

"About Babette?"

"Yeah. What did she think?"

"Haven't talked to her since."

"Why not? You should be able to butter her up real nicely after that stunt."

"I intend to. When she gets back. She's with her group. They're down at the state fair near the capital this week."

"Oh. Those Boppettes or whatever the fuck they call themselves. I can see why the old folks think she's trashy. You know. Your parents think that all performing artists are whores."

"I think that's boring."

"Then why don't you liven things up?"

"How so?"

"Go down to see Babette at the fair. Shell be looser away from home, I'm sure."

"Probably right. I could get a room somewhere. Are there any halfway discreet private hotels around that overgrown farmtown?"

"Not that I know of. But my daddy sometimes stays in this little hideaway the governor keeps. He started that when he was still married to my mother. I never said anything to his new wife about it. Figured it served her right."

"Well, I'll see what I can come up with. Might be a gas."

"You're really that hot on her?"

"She's around. And about the best of the local lot of inbred missies and cornfed lassies."

"Ha ha. You're talking about her as if she were a farmgirl. That she's not."

"Yeah. I know. Everything all over the country is like the suburbs. Except a few places along the coasts that aren't totally infected. Even those supposed elite resorts in the mountains are full of shopping-mail shit."

"But you still want to fuck her."

Channing shrugged his shoulders as he humped Suzanne's ass.

The asshole oinked open and the twanger sprang in deeper.

His ballocks whapped the backs of her thighs. Water crept from her eyes.

"It's so good."

"So don't be so selfish. Let someone else have a go at it. You mean you don't want to fuck anyone else?"

"No one around here is as good as you."

"Didn't you fuck on Patrick Halloran?"

"A couple times."

"Who else?"

"I won't go into that now. Too boring, Channing. Maybe sometime else."

"Too much. You must know all the little old ladies say you're a slut. How many at least?"

"In due course. But not too many. Most of the boys around here are afraid of me. They think I'll corrupt them more than they want to be corrupted. You know-I'll snatch their manhood."

"Maybe so."

Channing chomped on her back. He dragged his sopping choppers across her shoulders.

Spread his saliva with his tongue down the side of her neck.

All the while running his cock up inside her. Grunting it up her bum.

The pressure in his ballocks increased. Washes of sweat greased from his underarms.

Dots of perspiration collected across his shoulders and chest.

In the small of his back.

Sweat of rut dripped from his balls.

Swaying moistly as Channing pounded his pecker away up Suzanne's rumphole.

He frictioned her clit maniacally with his thumb. She chewed with contorted lips. Showering sputum from her jaw.

The fuckstress wrenched her fanny like a horse. The prick shot off in a burst.

Suzanne's jabbering asshole hassled with the jumping jissorn that jibbered from his juddering jim-jam. Her asshole stuttered on the fluttering prick-stem. Pucker smooching.

Rubber asshole rim chewing.

Asshole chattering away.

Pulling pulses of cream from Channing's pululating prickspear.

Like a trickster, he turned on her.

The penis slid out of her yawning pucker. Her asshole snickered.

Her wrinkle pouted.

Cords of come knotted down the backs of Suzanne's thighs.

Come collected at her knees.

Her own joyjuice trickled out.

Muttering cuntlips.

Stinging clitbud.

Nipples thick as thumbs.

Sharp as darts.

Hard as nails.

Suzanne stuck her hand over one tit. Seemed to pierce her skin, that tight nip.

"So, what do you say, Channing? You want to fuck on that little tart Babette? Why don't you make it a little fun?"

"How do you mean?"

"I can think of lots of things. No sense in playing her straight."

"You mean, you think I should try to get her to do something depraved?"

"Can't think of anything that is."

"But I might play around with her head just for kicks. I'm afraid I'm not quite like you, Suzanne. At least not yet."

"We could leave tonight," Suzanne said.

"Huh?"

"That's what I said."

"You said -'we.'".

Suzanne nodded.

"Why the fuck would you want to go down to the state fair. Thought none of the livestock would interest you at all."

"Really. Some aren't too bad. You know, Babette and the other girls in the band do have something special about them physically, in a fresh, all-American sort of way."

Suzanne held out her champagne glass.

Charming fizzed the wine right into her glass. Topped off his own.

"You're talking about the Boppettes as if you were sizing them up for some raunch action."

"Hey. I said I would try everything."

"Do you mean-?"

"I think part of Babette's problem is that she doesn't trust men. Doesn't let herself get as close as she does with her girlfriends. I'll bet she'd go down with Darleene."

"Suzanne, you may have something there."

"Maybe we ought to break in Babette on women. If you ask me, that whole band's a gaggle of closet lesbo dykes-"

"Or at least they will be when you have your turn at them, Suzanne."

"Mmm," Suzanne said.

She brought her glass again between her legs. Bubbled it into her cunny.

"Listen, Suzanne. Got to take a piss."

"So? Why leave me?"

"You have to go too?"

"Maybe. Sure."

"Let's go, then."

"Uh uh. I don't want to."

Suzanne parted her asscheeks. Smacked open her pussy. Pissed off a few shots of urine into her champagne. Held the glass aloft.

"Shit, Suzanne. That's heavy."

"Not after we try it. It'll be fun."

"I still have to piss."

"Why not on me?"

"Shit."

Suzanne grabbed her tits and pressed them up into his striding pecker.

His balls were squeezed between her boobs.

He snapped his buttocks forth. Released his sphincter and sighed.

"Ungh."

Then watered down her hide.

"Yes. So great. So hot. Oooooh. Tickles so good all over my soul, Channing."

The pizzle lubed the insides of his beefy tube. Scatters of slinky liquid sprayed into the air.

Showered her face.

Suzanne closed her eyes at the slopping piss. The urine foamed through her locks.

The trickle into a deluge grew.

Storming at the groveling young deb.

Sparkling spume rainbowed in the air. Reflecting lightbeams steaming in.

The showerburst separated in the air.

A thousand droplets hit the young miss.

The first batch slickened her hair completely. Same here. She ran her fingers through it, styling her coif discreetly.

Piss tumbled over her flesh.

Wetting down her thatch.

Smarting on up into her rawly rimmed rumpmeat. Flooding her fanny.

"Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni!"

Suzanne tittered.

She let off a batch of her own micturition down the insides of her thighs. It mixed with her cunt-come and sweat.

With the congealing jissom that dripped from her asshole and out of her bellybutton.

"Now let's get rutting," Suzanne said as she raised her glass.

She poured champagne piss over her mouth-cheeks and facelips, Sputtered out a spray as she choked a laugh in Channing's direction.

She espied his new erection.