Budding Boobs

Chapter 5

Jaws gobbled jizz between Suzanne Radcliffe's lips. She took Channing Bentley's prick deeper into her throat.

Channing increased the throttle on his 1940s vintage roadster.

They were flying down the highway with the shiftstick in her hand.

His cock in her mouth.

And the top down.

On both the roadster and the dame.

"Unh."

Channing jolted Suzanne's jaw with another shot. Hot jissom pulsed down her gullet.

Suzanne rubbed her naked tits against Channing's kneecaps as she hustled her hiney.

The veins of his hog stretched down from the neck. Webbing his prickstem in pulsing cords of blue against the ruddiness of his pecker.

Suzanne sniffed the leather of the seats. Sucked the savor from his meat.

He peeled off another wad of come.

Twitched his sphincter.

Sent another spurt simmering inside her.

In the automobile's lurch, Suzanne came off of her perch.

Her ass flew up.

Maw came crunching down on Channing's sputtering meat.

The tang of his jissom filled the spaces between her teeth.

Drools of cockjuice trailed down her throat. Squalls of slime snapped off into her turn-turn. Pelleted her gullet.

"Yum yum."

"You want to suck it some more."

"But first I want to give you a big spermy kiss. Right on your face."

She leaped up and smooched him on the cheek.

Dribbling semen from her jaw.

Her paws played over his bared chest. Flagging nipples, twisting his male tits.

"We could Hick-I'll bet you, Channing. We could fuck while driving along."

"Bullshit."

"Sure we could."

"Not in this position."

"You could look over my shoulder."

"I'd have a better view out the windshield if I were on top. With the seat folded down. You could work the gas pedal with your hands."

The whir rang in their ears.

"Balls."

A state police car passed Channing's roadster on the left. The officers were aware of Suzanne's bare back and the hustle of her haunch.

Channing slowed down.

Waved toward the police interceptor, motioning to the roadside.

They jagged off the siren.

Channing pulled to the curb immediately. With the top of the roadster down, the two of them were fully visible.

"Stay close to my side," Channing said. "That way they can't see for sure where or what or if your blouse is."

Suzanne stuffed Channing's cream-coated pecker into his Bermuda shorts.

One officer remained in their car. Radioed in to vehicle control Channing's license number while the other highway patrolman swung out of the inter-ceptor vehicle.

"Pardon us," the officer said as he waltzed on up to the fancy roadster.

He lifted his leg.

Placed it on the running board.

"Say, I always wanted to do that, son. How old is this car, anyway.

"It's maybe a lot older than you are, sir. This baby was put together in 1941. Say, we weren't going too fast-were we, sir?"

Channing flipped out his driver's license. Passed it over to the policeman.

"Thanks for the piece of flattery there, son," he said ogling Suzanne, ignoring the driver's license. "No, you wasn't speeding or anything like that. Now drinking-we don't know about that yet-what say we might have to have you take a little breath test?"

Ghanning bit into his lip.

"Sure, sir. Anything you want."

"Mainly," the patrolman continued, "it's this old car that interests us. It's got to be an antique. Worth a lot of bucks, to look at it. Just wondering if someone might be having a little trouble hanging onto it of late."

"Here's the registration," Channing said.

The officer nodded toward Suzanne.

"Howdy, ma'am."

"Pleased to meet you, officer."

She noted he noticed her bare back and no trace of material above her waist.

"Say, officer," Suzanne smiled. "What's your name? Mine's Suzanne. Suzanne Radcliffe?"

The highway patrolman narrowed his eyes. He began to speak but was interrupted.

"Hey, Craig," the man inside the patrol car yakked out. "This jalopy we nabbed is registered in the name of judge Bentley-as in the state supreme court. What if it's-"

"Okay, Mr. Bentley," Craig said, jerking his eyes from Channing's license. "Have a nice day, sir. And you too, ma'am. Miss Radcliffe."

"We appreciate your checking it out, officer," Channing chatted. "You never can tell, sir. I know you've got a rough beat-all those university kids from State hereabouts-"

"Just doing my job, Mr. Bentley," Craig grinned back as he remounted the shotgun seat of the pole car. He turned to his partner and leered. "And that hot slice of cunt in the front seat with Mr. Fancy-rich-cocksucker Bentley is some Radcliffe gash. Niece or something of the former governor, most likely."

"Fuck's sake, Craig. You're getting soft-probably she's his daughter."

"Must be a bitch to be rich, good buddy. Let's shake a leg outta here."

Suzanne breathed out slowly as the state police pulled away.

She slunk into the bulbous leather upholstery and began to lift her blouse up from where it had gathered in a roll wrapped about her waist.

Channing chortled.

"Don't need to go to those extremes, Suzanne. Pll just put the top of the roadster up. That way you can keep yours down."

"Maybe then you could take your pants off. I'll take down mine right now."

Channing had the top up and they cruised once more down the highway. Suzanne had his shorts down around his knees.

She was entirely naked.

Smoked cigarettes.

Cackled at the people they blew right past. Those on the other side of the smoked windowpanes. Who couldn't see in.

See in to be seduced by the lanky looks of Suzanne Radcliffe. Slutessa debutante.

Bareassed cuntessa.

Wriggling in the naked flesh.

Her tits peaked like pyramids.

Her pussy slimed like a river delta.

"Excited?" Channing said.

"About this fucking hayseed state fucking fair-no way. But maybe we can work a few kinks into our hijinks."

Suzanne slithered close to Channing.

Her clenched claws hammered away frantically at his juddering cock.

He ran his hand up her fanny.

Darleene slapped her cigarette onto the side of the motel dresser.

Dashed an ash to the floor.

Stuck the butt inn her mouth and sucked it.

Blew out clouds of smoke from her nose.

Balanced the burning cig on the corner of the bureau top.

She ran her hands through her hair.

Tossed her head from side to side.

Watched her tits bobble.

Boobs bounce.

Nipple shaking.

She sashayed from the front of the room near the dresser to the rear in between the two beds. Bumping her rump, singing the words to one of the Boppettes' original tunes.

Darleene whished down, brought the cigarette to her face.

Puffed.

Dropped the cig onto the edge of the dresser. It fell off into the trashcan.

"Shit!"

Darleene twitched the butt into one of the discarded beercans.

She lit up another cigarette.

Scratched under her arms.

Tugged a tittie.

Nailed into an itchy nipple.

Tried to lay the cigarette down so that it wouldn't burn anything, wouldn't roll.

The fuckers had given Darleene a room that was specified as being no-smoking.

That didn't actually mean you couldn't smoke. But it meant there weren't any ashtrays.

"Hold on," Darleene said to the rapping at the door. "Fuckingchrist," she muttered.

Threw on a terrycloth robe.

"Who is it?" Darleene said through the door.

"Suzanne."

"Uh-"

"Suzanne Radcliffe."

"Well, Patrick isn't here. He's with some of the other band members going over the wiring for the musical equipment and lights."

"I wanted to talk to you for a minute, Darleene. And Babette-if she's there." Darleene yanked the door open.

"No. I'm alone." Darleene's robe flew apart.

Her boobs flashed out in the open space between the spread lapels.

Pink nipples suddenly turned turgid.

Nipples in heat.

"Hi, Suzanne. Come in."

Suzanne pulled her eyes away from the opening of Darleene's robe, wherein she had glimpsed floaters of tit and strands of twatfur. As Suzanne passed into the room, she brushed against the other girl.

Darleene caught a whiff of Suzanne's scent. Whatever perfume that was Suzanne exuded, Darleene wanted some.

"Anything up?"

"Up, Darleene?"

Suzanne sat on the unmade bed.

Propped herself up on her elbows as she leaned back onto a crumpled pillow.

She crossed her legs at the ankles as she stretched them out.

The silk of her kimono parted up to the round of her rump. Darleene saw that the legs were bare, the hips naked past where one might anticipate the edges of even a minuscule set of panties to begin.

"Nothing is in fact up, Darleene. This is a friendly visit. I think it might be to our advantage if we became acquainted."

"Me?"

Darleene looked around.

"You, Darleene. You find that strange?"

"Uh-no. I guess not."

Darleene wondered why Suzanne was laughing. So faintly Darleene was not sure she actually heard it or was imagining it.

Suzanne then withdrew a cigarette holder from her purse.

Screwed a nonfiltered cigarette in at the end. Stabbed it into her jaw.

"Yeah, Suzanne. At first I thought you were probably looking for my brother."

"Why, dearest. What could I possibly want with Patrick? Or go ahead and josh me, baby."

"Ummm."

Darleene remembered her brother Patrick's telling her about the times he had fucked and sucked on the Radcliffe girl. It had been one of the summers after high school when they had both been at home during school vacation.

Patrick had assured his sister that Suzanne was a wildcat. She had taken cock eagerly in mouth, ass, and cunt.

Suzanne had sucked Patrick's prick, his bal-locks-one testicle at a time as well as both together-and had reamed out his asshole with the twirling tip of her tongue.

Darleene recalled being eroticized by Patrick's depictions of those fuck sessions. She had gotten hot, run with sweat.

And the thought of Suzanne lapping, rutting, flicking, and sucking intrigued her no end. A young lady like that must be uninhibited-shameless, some might say.

Not like Darleene-who was still a virgin. Almost by default. If not intention.

"I want to discuss the Boppettes, Darleene. And their future."

"Oh?"

Darleene watched smoke unfurl from the tip of Suzanne's cigarette.

She jumped toward the dresser.

"Aw, fuck."

She plucked her cigarette butt from where it had burned the surface.

"Shit, Suzanne. There aren't any fucking ashtrays in this hogsty. I'll go get a glass from the bathroom- or fish out an empty beercan from the trash would be better."

Suzanne leaned back and smiled.

"Why go to that bother?" Suzanne said with lips spread. "You can use me instead."

Suzanne crooked one knee.

Her kimono flapped open.

Uncovered one side of her flank to above her navel. Twatfur shined moistly.

Suzanne then flicked an ash from the glow of her cigarette tip into her bellybutton.

Her belly shook like mutton.

"Ha ha ha," she laughed out.

"God, Suzanne."

"That's not all, Darleene."

Suzanne took a long drag on her cigarette. Burning it to near the butt.

Then she touched the glowing tip to her navel. Stabbed it in.

Dragged it smoldering down toward her twat.

"Fuck my mouth," Darleene slurred.

"Want to try it?"

"Okay."

"Open your robe."

"Like this?"

"Come here."

Suzanne tossed the dead cigarette butt to the floor. She snapped another fag into the cylinder of her jeweled cigarette holder.

Placed it in her mouth.

"Light?"

"Yeah, Suzanne. I got some matches."

Suzanne opened her legs, allowing Darleene to come between her knees as she brought the match to the burn. Darleene flamed Suzanne's cig.

Rubbed her own midsection.

Could Suzanne tell that Darleene's belly was becoming antsy.

That Darkened cuntlips were imbibing the dense blood of arousal?

Her pussmound thickening?

Twat trickling?

Suzanne withdrew the cigarette assemblage from her yip.

Palmed it off to Darleene.

Held the other girPs wrist.

Darleene pulled the cigarette toward her twat. Then brought it up.

Took a suck in her lips.

"Awk-ack!"

Coughed up phlegm.

"Strong cigarettes, Suzanne."

"French."

"Now what do I do?"

"You saw me."

Darleene brought the lit cigarette to the edge of her navel. She pushed her pelvis forward at an angle underneath the ash.

Suzanne's nostrils flared at the mix of scents. Thick tobacco, burning musk, ladyjuice, rutsweat, and yeasty saliva.

Darleene tapped off an ash.

The burnt chars nipped into her bellybutton and danced down her Venus Mount.

"And then?" Suzanne said.

Darleene gave a devilish smile.

Drove the burning cigarette into her flesh.

Wiped the ash toward her clit.

Winced.

"That bloody fucking hurts, Suzanne!"

Darleene jack-knifed her hide.

Holding her quim.

She bounced into Suzanne's chuckling face. Her neck met Suzanne's jaw.

Darleene fell into Suzanne's lap as Suzanne took a bite into Darleene's flesh.

Suzanne's tongue licked into Darleene's earcup. Darleene tittered ticklishly.

"Wee-wee-hee."

Darleene felt her bare fanny on top of Suzanne's tightly curling cunny.

Unthinkingly, Darleene wiggled her ass.

Wisps of hair tipped between the lobes of her arse. Tickling her wrinkled blowhole.

"Tee hee hee," Suzanne said. "Can you feel it in your asshole?"

"No-I mean yes-your pussy in my ass. But-you pig slut. That fucking hurts-the fucking cigarette in the twat!"

"Of course it hurts," Suzanne said.

She cuffed Darleene about the waist. Cuddled her close to her breasts.

"Then what's the trick?" Darleene ranted.

"The trick is not to mind that it hurts."

"Oh, Suzanne. You're too weird."

Darleene cackled as Suzanne buried her nose between Darleene's neck and collarbone. Both girls groaned in laughter.

Suzanne found it disarming the way Darleene twitched her rump mvself-consciously. Rubbing the asshole from between the split cheeks right up against Suzanne's engorged clitoris.

"This is way too much, Suzanne."

Darleene jibbered as Suzanne took hold of her milk glands with her hands.

"Eeeeeh," Darleene squealed.

"You can be sure I'll be careful with these jugs, Darleene. Their masterpieces of the fine art of tit-tery."

"Art of-tit-did you say-?"

"Ah ha ha ha."

"Tittery!"

"Wheee!"

Suzanne twirled Darleene's nipples with throbs of her thumbs.

Darleene slapped Suzanne's hands away.

Then her eyes opened wide.

She had to look.

And she couldn't resist.

The way Suzanne was sucking her tits.

"Omigawd."

Darleene fell back onto the bed, out of Suzanne's lap.

She clasped her robe together.

"How about a kiss?"

"I don't think so, Suzanne."

"Why not?"

"You were-serious then."

"How serious can it be, after all?"

"Oh, I'don't know."

"How serious you want to get?"

"Suzanne."

"I'm just touching your nipples. You can open your robe."

"Stop it."

"Stop kissing your neck? Or stop stroking your breast? Which is it?"

"Both."

"Stop stroking both breasts? Ill have to start stroking them first."

Suzanne straddled Darleene's body below the waist. She pulled apart Darleene's robe. Shimmied down her leg.

Darleene gasped.

"Angh."

Suzanne kneeled with one of Darkened thighs between hers.

With a flip of her hair, Suzanne shrugged her kimono off over her arms.

Her twat split into a grin aimed at Darleene's face. The crinkling lips dripped.

"Oh, Suzanne."

Suzanne took hold of Darleene's head by the hair. She pulled the girl toward her.

Tore the terrycloth robe down Darleene's back. Darleene's jaws went slack.

Suzanne flopped Darleene back to the bed.

She rubbed her body against Darleene. Joined at tongues. Tit to tit.

Grinding into her hips.

Legs entwined serpentine.

"Oh, gawd. Suzanne!"

"You know what you call this?"

"It isn't, like-fucking?"

Suzanne ran her hands along Darleene's ribs as she rutted her hips.

"A form of fucking. Just among us girls, Darleene. Known as flatfucking."

"Flatfucking?"

"Both girls' bodies flat out together. Cunts splayed out flat. Rubbing clits together if you get lucky. Like this."

"Unh."

"Also called flattyfucking-or platyfucking, as in platypuss."

"Is that like cuking? I heard of that."

"Cuking's more like this."

Suzanne brought her thigh between Darleene's nattering twatlips.

She swiveled her hips inward. Stretched out Darleene's vulva.

"Eeeeeh."

Suzanne brought her engorged clit into contact with Darleene's cunny."

"Ngh."

"There, Darleene. I've got it in."

"In?"

"As far as it will go. It's a clit-not a cock. But it's hard as a rock."

"Are you for real, Suzanne?"

"No. Pmforcuking."

"Cuke me."

"Mmmmm."

"Cuke me more."

Suzanne smeared the bud of her clitoris around inside the fleshy opening of Darleene's pussy. The clit flicked the edges of Darleene's cunt.

"Fuck me with your clit."

"I'll fuck you, Darleene. Fuck your cunt with my ciit. Fuck your mouth with my slit. Fuck your ass with my fist."

"Oh, yes. I want everything."

Suzanne hooked her rump up.

She trailed her fingernails around Darleene's boobs. Lubed her belly with fistfuls of jelly from Darleene's downy twat.

Suzanne brought forth one leg.

She stuck out her big toe and her tiniest piggie. Then dug her foot into Darleene's dank forest, kicked out.

"Unh."

"Footfucking."

"Could have guessed."

Suzanne pestered Darleene's pussy with her toes. Frigged Darleene's clit with her wet hoof. Snapped a toe right into the twat.

Cuntjuices ran hot.

"I want to eat the whole world," Darleene yowled. "Give me piles of pussy."

Suzanne dipped her chin into Darleene's quim. Licked and dove in.

"Unhunhunh."

Suzanne warped her body about. Until her twat abutted Darleene's drooling mouthlips.

Darleene began to fuck against Suzanne's jaw. Loaded Suzanne's labia into her maw.

The curds of come drained into her gullet until she thought she would choke.

The dam of her orgasm broke.

Cuntcome festered and brewed.

Turning her twat to stew.

Suzanne swiped the donut ring of Darleene's ass-hole with a fingernail.

She buttered the bun with her own saliva and with mouthfuls of Darleene's pussyjuice.

Suzanne, without warning, without hesitation braced two fingers up Darleene's rump.

"Awk!"

Suzanne pulled the fingers partway out. Slapped another digit alongside.

Oiled her claws up Darleene's ass.

"Yeek."

Burning shafts sailed from Darleene's asshole to the stem of her brain.

"Eaugh."

Her cuntcome began to rain.