Budding Boobs

Chapter 4

Primed prickmeat, ready to roll a load of come, pulsed tautly and painfully, trapped within Rudolph's pants. He thought of Babette's haunch. Gave his hips a launch up.

He looked about at the musical equipment piled up about him in the back of the van. Gave a shot to his pecker with his hand.

Rudolph listened to the clicks and clatters as the driver up front slapped another cassette into the tapedeck.

"How you doing back there, dude?" Patrick Hal-loran said. "Want another beer?"

"Sure."

"Break one open for me."

Rudolph's heart skipped.

He thought of the brassiere cradling the two knockers on the other girl's chest. The blessed breasts he had undressed.

The tops of those tits that he had seen-and kissed and sprayed with oral mist.

The tits of the sister of the guy who drove the equipment van.

Patrick pulled over to the rest stop by the side of the freeway, He liked to drink. And he liked to drive. But one at a time, please.

Patrick hoisted the chilled can of brew and shot the froth down his gullet, "So, Rudolph. We can chill out here until this can of suds courses through my bloodstream. Gets the alcohol used up."

"Okay, Patrick. You sure you don't want me to drive? I'm not mashed."

"I'm not too juiced either, my man. But I wanted a rest, and it's best to let the level of alcohol in your blood drop before you bop."

"Right. Especially with all this equipment we're carrying. Don't want that bashed."

"Or ourselves and other motorists either," Patrick said with a flashed grin.

He wiped more suds from his chin.

"Thanks for bringing me along," Rudolph said. "I didn't really know if the girls wanted me to show up or not."

"Really? I know for sure my sister does."

"I didn't get that impression."

"Well, Darleene does like to play it cool She thinks she's nobody's fool."

"She's been coy enough with me."

Patrick remembered the last time he had caught sight of his sister Darleene running around in the buff. Mighty fine stuff.

Tough titties and a crinkly little muff.

"On the other hand, Rudolph. I think we both might be able to shiver our timbers with the rest of the Boppettes."

"I really don't know them that well."

"I'm lucky. They practice at our house a lot, and when I come home from school I get to listen to them-more than enough."

"Yeah," Rudolph said aimlessly, meaninglessly. He thought of Babette's sylphlike form, warm against him in the water. And Darleene's dimpled derriere, and the cloven piece of thatch woven between her thighs. Sights he'd seen but never sampled.

"I think the music sucks," Patrick mouthed along. "But the dolls are almost good enough for them to pass as a band on looks alone."

"You think that Tabitha's hot?" Rudolph stuttered through his beerlips.

Slathers of the brew hopped down his neck. Into his teeshirt.

Reminded him of Babette's sweat. Darleene's kisses, watrous and deep.

"Tabitha's virgin." Patrick snorted. "But she's hot to trot. Now, Queenie-she's balled all the folksingers, but now she's into rock and roll. Least, says she has."

"They tell you that?"

"I can hear them. When they're rehearsing, they gossip in between numbers. This shit blares out through the sound system."

"What about Corky?"

"She's fucked so much her twatlips hurt to the touch. That's why she doesn't dance anymore. She just sits on her tuffet and taps the tom-toms."

"You have to be joking."

"I'm joking about it. But it's no joke. They're always talking about fucking and sucking and clothes and makeup."

"Hey, Patrick. This tape's run out. Want to put on that song I was telling you about?"

"Your soon-to-be hit, kid?"

Rudolph's face flushed. He knew Patrick had been playing in musical groups for well over a decade. He had majored in musical composition in college, and his knowledge and experience was overwhelming to Rudolph, who had merely been strumming his electric guitar in the garage for a couple years.

"Not a bad groove," Patrick mused.

"Thanks. Coming from you, I know that's a comment I can appreciate."

"But I can't understand any of the words."

"Goes like this: Her hips do twitch; comes on looking like a bitch. Her cunt do itch; so she gives her clit the switch-"

"Good rhythm to the lyric," Patrick said. "But you might want to soften the images a bit."

"But I want it to be mean and rude."

"Sure, you can do that. But restraint and relative subtlety can go a long way in making the words bite deeper."

"Yeah?" Rudolph said, not really understanding. "Like how?"

"Well, my lyrics might not be the greatest-you're the writer, I'm mainly a music composer. But with those words to your song, you can give it a momentum by not coming out so heavily and obviously. Like: Her hips do hop; comes in doing the bop-or something like that."

"No swear words?"

"Yeah. But they can be used positively-not so denigratingly. Like have the word bitch used in an up manner."

"Hippity-hop; the bitch do bop? Or maybe then you can go: Legs do twitch; dancing, looking righteous bitch."

"Something like that, Rudolph. We can work on it on the way down. You brought your guitar along, didn't you? Why not get it out now and we can go through it a few times now."

Rudolph reached for the neck of his guitar. Touched the head of the instrument gently. Stretched out the taut twanging strings between strokes of his pick.

If this didn't get him in, nothing would.

Patrick pawed Queenie's pussy. She clawed his back as he lapped her neck.

Corky slicked up the backside of Patrick's hanging ballocks from behind.

Rudolph took hold of Tabitha's tits.

Tugged her jugs.

Pulled them out like taffy.

Let go of the nipples.

Bazooms snapped back onto her ribcage.

"Oooooh, haven't done this in ages," Queenie said, licking out.

"Yeah, right," Corky snotted out. "So funny I gag laughing."

"Hey, doll-laugh?" Tabitha chortled. "Like I thought I'd never start."

"You're way too butch to laugh, Tabitha," Queenie trumpeted. "Too tight in the twat to grin about the rosie."

"That dude rolled in you yet, Tabitha?" Corky chattered as she slurped nougats.

"Hey, the Rude Warrior here is no brute, babes," Tabitha said as Rudolph squeezed her nippleflesh together and thumbed them.

"He knows," Tabitha purred, "that you don't have to force it all the way with a girl-even if you don't think you're ready-to have a good time, to get good hot sex."

"Mmm."

Rudolph crammed Tabitha's tits into his face, filling his mouthcheeks.

Gave the nipples a gnash with his beak.

His cock so hard in his jeans he thought it would break if it weren't released.

Tabitha brought her knees up about his waist. Her fingernails scraped his back in embrace, flying downward.

Rudolph glanced over at Patrick. He had his mouth screwed onto one of Queenie's boobs. Hand dipped into her slit.

Corky sucked all around his dick.

Rubbed her cunny on his kneecap.

Jiggling her hips.

All those three buck naked.

Loose, limber, and ready enough for the fuck.

While Rudolph cavorted, partially clothed, with the virginal Tabitha.

"When is that rehearsal?" Queenie cried out. "We can come back for more after."

"We've got more than enough time," Tabitha said, breathing in.

Rudolph snaked his tongue around her nipple. Brought his hands up into the crotch of her cutoff dungarees. Rubbed in once.

"Unh, Rudolph."

He frigged through the material.

"Better stop, Rudolph."

"Okay," Rudolph said.

"But I can-I can jerk you off if you want. Bare skin. Right on the cock."

Rudolph unsnapped the top button of his jeans. Tabitha's fingertips ran up from his nuggets to the penistip.

Her fingers gripped the latch of the fly.

Drew the zipper down with jacking action. Flicked her wrist.

The prick zipped out.

Stood high on Rudolph's belly.

Lingering fingers edged the cockhead.

Pressing the back of the prick about the neck.

Pulling downward.

Nailing the nuts.

Pumping back up.

"Oh, Tabitha."

Tabitha squeezed the flesh just in back of the cockhead. The eye opened up.

A drop of semen winked out.

Button on the tip of prick.

Just a speck.

Glittering jissorn on a stick.

Just then, Tabitha was seized by herself. She was whipped along out of her placid stream by the current of her rushing blood.

"Like I don't believe I'm doing this," Tabitha said to no one in particular.

Her teeth opened.

Her lips parted.

Her tongue darted.

Struck the bubble of jizz on the head of Rudolph's prick with blinding accuracy. Like a lizard latching onto a bit of prey.

"Uuuuuh!"

"Rudolph, what did you say?"

"Hey, dudesses," Queenie yapped. "Take a look at Tabitha. She's sucking cock."

"First time, honey?" Corky crowed. "Glad we could be along."

"Now don't try to make it sound so dirty," Tabitha said sucking prick.

Rudolph closed his eyes.

Brought his wrist to his brow.

Glanced down to the hopping head of the woman going down.

Lapping the length of his dong.

Nibbling now on scrotum. Then taking it in at the dickhead.

Rudolph chanced a glance at the rutting three-some. Queenie had Patrick's pole between her tits, playing it with both hands.

Patrick sucked in the center of Gorky's twat. Her hips straddled his face.

His hands moved on up her ass.

Rudolph's own cock was ready to blast.

But then Tabitha yanked her yip away.

Spat the twanger from her mouth.

Tapped the tip away.

"What's wrong, Tabitha?" Rudolph said. "Any thing the matter?"

He hoped he hadn't forced her or anything. No, wait-she had offered to jack him.

And had then gone ahead to suck-off of her own volition. But Rudolph knew that sometimes in their mind the chicks would have it that you led them on. Tricked them.

Into putting out more than they thought decorous and appropriate.

Into gloating on cocktease and nutsqueeze.

So, the dudesse could get off. Then blame the guy for making her.

"Nothing's wrong, Rudolph."

"I thought maybe-"

His cock stung.

Balls hung low, hankering.

Quaking for the chance to blast off pure jissom into womanly meat.

"I think I know what you were thinking," Tabitha said. "But I'm not the sort of bitch who plays those kinds of mind games."

Rudolph saw her slip the suspenders to her cut-off dungarees all the way off her naked shoulders. She shook the wet teeshirt the rest of the way off from where it had been rolled up underneath her armpits.

"I want to fuck," Tabitha said simply.

She unzipped her fly.

Her hips limned into view as her cut-offs flew down her legs. Thumb dragging her undies along in the same motion.

Time stood still as her boobs, sweaty hair, hiney hump, and hanging furbag settled. Then a smile quirked her mouthlips.

Teeth bared.

Rudolph dove into the snare.

Beware.

You are about to become a man, Rudolph shocked himself with the thought. As if a simple act like that could do it all.

As though the fuck were the key to all the mysteries he could not now fathom.

His mind swirled into a tornado of discarded thoughts and dreams.

The reality was so thick before him that his mind wrenched out of place.

His fantasies dissolved apace, as though they never had been. Whatever fucking and sucking and rutting had meant to him before-it was changed for evermore.

Sure, his hand would come in handy from time to time. But now Rudolph would have himself a taste of the sublime reality of flesh.

His naked pecker tamped against the velvet of her thighs.

Curved cockmeat sizzling.

Steamed cunt drizzling.

Their lips met in a drool.

Wide-open maws minced each other's lips. Chewed up tongue.

Twirled saliva hung between them as if alive. Slivers of false eyelashes were plastered to the side of Tabitha's face.

"Rudolph."

As he ran his hands down from her shoulder. Gripped a tit in passing.

"Oh, Rudolph. Yes."

As his palm passed over the rise of her thighs.

"Fuck," she said.

As his phalanges rode back up over her hips. Sank into place at her waist.

Tabitha pumped up.

The twatfur parted.

Clitbud started.

Rudolph rose to the occasion. He hung his hips into the air.

His dong entwined in her hair.

Her cuntlips received his tongue with a split grin. They pumped their butts in rut.

Rudolph ran his fingers up and down Tabitha's ass. She chirrupped on his pecker as he slashed out her twat with the blade of his tongue.

Meanwhile, Corky was stuck on the end of Patrick's prong. Queenie was looking on, smoking a cigarette and stroking herself.

"Need some help there, girl?" Patrick said. "Queenie, sure looks that way."

Queenie tore her hand away from her clit.

"Man, you can sit on it."

She slid up behind Patrick's rump.

She angled her hips underneath him as he rutted Corky side by side. Patrick's twanger bent out of Corky's cunt. Queenie rolled underneath him.

He hipped backwards.

Felt her dank cuntfur scrub against his asscheeks and into the crack.

Queenie shoveled her cunt into his gluteal musculature. Humping, pumping.

Humping some more.

"Just hop right back on, Corky."

Corky slid her fuckfur on over x's dripping cockhead. He limbered it up.

Daggered into her at an angle.

Their pubic fur tangled.

Queenie rutted away at the butting rump. Twisting her clit in her fist.

By now, Tabitha's twat guzzled juices. Sluices of rutsweat glazed their flanks.

Hanks of hair stuck together in perspiratory jell. Tongues slicking.

Nostrils sniffing.

Tabitha held Rudolph's pecker by the snout.

Started moving it in and out.

Touching the engorged lips of her cunt. Arcing ass back and away.

The next time Rudolph strutted his stuff, his prick got caught in her gluey muff.

Nib of cockhead stuck between her cuntlips.

In it slipped.

Snapped in past the dickhead.

Clutched at the neck.

By trembling lips.

"Is it in far enough, Rudolph?"

"You mean to count?"

"Yeah. Cause if I'm still a virgin, maybe we better stop."

"Ah ha!" Queenie blurted out. "He's got it in her now!"

"Shut up," Tabitha said coolly. "Don't make a circus out of this. After all, I am losing my maiden hood. If not my maidenhead."

"Oh?" Rudolph said.

"Yeah," Tabitha teased. "Popped myself off on a candle a couple of years ago."

"If there's any of that cherry pie still left, Tabitha. I think we can take care of those leftovers right away."

Tabitha took hold of Rudolph's twanger. Guided it as it banged her liner.

"Unh. Tight."

Rudolph's penis insinuated slowly inward. Skipping by millimeters over the cock collar and shoulders.

Now the heft of the stinger was within her.

Barely.

"Eeeeengh."

Tabitha and Rudolph juddered simultaneously.

Prick ripped through pasty cuntlining.

"Eaugh!"

Toughly gritting her teeth, Tabitha pressed up with her pelvis.

The dong leveled off at about the halfway point. Rudolph withdrew about halfway to the head. Worked it from side to side.

"It's so much bigger," Tabitha seethed. "So much longer, thicker and stronger."

"You've seen them before, haven't you?"

"Oh. But not had one inside."

Tabitha reached forward.

Cupped her palm on his shoulder.

Kissed his face.

Sucked his lips.

Slackened the muscles between her hips.

Rudolph lunged abruptly.

Lanced into her groin.

Cocktip tapering up and in.

"Eeeeeh-eeehh-ek."

Buried to the brunt.

Cock in cunt.

"Now what are we doing?"

"Fucking. For sure."

She felt the cockmeat bore into her. Crunching in farther, deeper, higher.

Tabitha arched her back.

Her tits flattened out and tautened.

Mounds of titmeat mauled by Rudolph's paws. Boobs wrenched in his claws.

He clenched his jaws.

As if he expected applause.

Corky looked over at Tabitha in the midst of her first fuck.

"Give those two a hand."

"Fuck that stuff, Rudolph," Queenie gagged out. "Fuck Tabitha up good!"

The three waggling fucksters-Queenie, Corky, and Patrick-clapped their palms, clicked their fingers, and whistled.

Watching Rudolph's missile explode inward to the bristle. His emission of jissom fissioned within the flews of her labia.

Tabitha rocked back in shock.

Rudolph's head flew back.

His prick stabbed in deeper.

Cockmeat jabbed furiously.

Dick darting in and out.

In rabid, rapid rut.

Tabitha's thighs were coated in smutch. Her bellybutton made sucking sounds as their bellies came together.

Her navel smacked as the warped their haunches apart. Only to begin rut once more.

Rudolph loosened his loins. Let the ballocks bubble up with toil and trouble.

"Yes. Now, Rudolph."

He herky-jerked his jimjam. Played it hooklike within her quim.

"I want come!"

He busted her chops."

"I want your come!"

The first dollop of prickjuice galloped up his groin. Leapt into the limber stem.

"Come! Now!"

Tabitha weaseled her hiney in his hands.

The juice from his glands pranced toward the open end of his rude tube.

Strips of jizz loaded into her lake.

Tabitha's tush twitched.

Her limbs quaked.

The prick pressed more come in. Creaming her innards and basting her fur.

The grime slimed out from the bottom of Tabitha's split. Slickered her underbelly and sniped inside the rim of her punkhole.

Her head felt boiled in oil Her cuntoils scalded her lubed cuntfolds.

Rudolph's balls bounced in the mire as he continued his fire.

The last rounds of Rudolph's ejaculation died down. Tabitha's twat twisted from the tip of the twirling twanger.

Her pussylips snarled shut.

Then the labia snarled open.

A mass of cimtcome and prickoil rolled out. Cunt coughed come once more.

"Jesus." Tabitha breathed.

"More where that came from."

Rudolph indicated his cockstand with a slap of the hand. The lithe meat was on recoil. Beginning to pump up full again.

"Bravo!" Patrick toasted with a slug of beer. He had his wanger working in Queenie, Corky was stroking and sucking and rubbing her tits and twat into him from behind.

Patrick escalated his calculated fuckery he brought his fanny down flat.

Splat!

Matted Queenie's quim.

Stretched his hammer out inside her. Withdrew it with increasing slowness.

Her face creased. Her breath ceased. Her heart hopped. Her twat popped.

The wave of her own come swept Queenie away like a landslide.

Her tits shined with moisture.

Her hide was slippery in sweaty film.

The fumes of her cunt juices blared throughout the air. Smarted up into the sinuses.

Cleared her head.

She stared into Patrick's prong.

Pricktip pointing out over her stripped-down hardbody in heat.

Patrick leaned back into Gorky's clutches. He felt Gorky's tits burn his back.

Gorky's thumb at his bum.

Her hand jacking his prick.

Inducing it to croak. Inciting it to come. Aiming it at Queenie's face.

Queenie's cuntcome streamed down the sluiceways inside of her. Fuckrage caged her snout.

She snapped out.

Biting like a mad bitch.

Corky snapped the head of Patrick's penis. The prickhead shook in her fist.

She inched her thumb into his asshole. Jabbed up hard. Yanked out.

Spumes of semen eased into the air, traveling toward Queenie in a slow arc.

The initial wad hit her in the tits.

Candied her nippletips.

Then the next burst slapped her face.

Tracing a line of jissom across each cheek. And pasting one of her nostrils with glace.

"Eeeeeh!" Corky said, keeping the sputtering prong trained on Queenie.

Then Corky twisted around.

Took the dick in from underneath. She fed on the head of his cock.

Gobbling down the final droplets of jizz.

Febrile lips layering the wanger with her own saliva. Dribbles of dickjuice squinking out from the sides of her maw.

Queenie writhed as she kneaded the buds of jissom between her breasts.

"Want to take a rest?" Patrick snorted.

"Let's go to the second round," Corky snotted out. "I haven't had my ration of cock yet."

"How greedy can you get?" Tabitha mewed, slime sliding from the side of her mouth.

"We've already started," Tabitha screeched. "You guys better catch up."