Budding Boobs

Chapter 7

Shoots of pubes sprouted up from the split between Babette's thighs. As the two other girls sighed, Babette wiggled her ass into a pair of pink tie-dyed tights.

"That's a good match," Suzanne said.

"You can see the crack of your ass through them, Babette," Darleene said. "I mean, I like it okay, but you might want to put on some shorties over your rump during performance."

"At least at this hick festival. What do you think about the top?"

"I think your budding boobs," Suzanne syruped, "are must-sees for any eyes."

Babette blushed.

Darleene glared quickly. Her eyes ran in daggers from Suzanne to Babette.

"No, silly," Babette giggled. "I mean now. With the pinafore on."

"Covers your tits," Darleene said. "But they can still see there's nothing on you underneath the apron. Might be too much."

"I have a matching leotard to the tights," Babette mused.

"Sounds good to me," Suzanne said.

"Me too," said Darleene.

"Shit. I think it's in with my shaving stuff," Babette murmured."

"Shaving-?" Suzanne mouthed.

"Yeah. Pack them together. For when I take my dance classes. I can see if any of my-" Babette blushed again "-pussy fuzz shows through the crotch of the leotard and trim it."

"I didn't know you had enough fur on your twat to have those worries," Darleene smirked.

"Fuck-just fuck you, Darleene."

"Joke, dolly," Darleene said. "Sorry. Didn't know your twat was such a sore spot."

Babette turned to Suzanne. "It's just a game we two have. You know-see who can get ahold of the other one's curlies."

Darleene had taken off her costume and was fiddling among the petticoats to see if she could come up with a more abbreviated version. Her ass stuck up at an angle.

Twatfur fringed her panty crotch.

"Gotcha!" Babette screeched.

Darleene jumped as Babette pulled a hank of her pubes from behind.

"See?" Babette said to Suzanne. Darleene threw Babette a wink as Babette opened the door to the large closet the women were using as a changing stall.

"Oh, Babette," Darleene said. "As long as you're going out there anyway. Could you bring me my purse? I left my makeup kit in it."

"I might be awhile," Babette said. "I was going to pee too. And drink a beer."

Suzanne screwed another cigarette into her holder. "Why don't you see if Patrick could bring us his sister's purse? He knows which it is."

Babette bopped down the corridor.

"Oh, Suzanne. Are you sure about this?"

"The new costumes? Yes."

Darleene dropped into Suzanne's lap.

Suzanne ran her hands over Darleene's nakedness. Down her spine.

Into the crack of her bottom.

Along Darkened ribs.

Clutching at the bazooms.

Mincing titmeat in her mouth.

Fingers fiddling between Darleene's hips.

Knocking knockers.

Flicking clit.

"No, Suzanne. I mean, like-are you sure about what you told me to do with my brother."

"I told you that Patrick was one of the best fucks on the face of the earth. In addition, he was gentle, kind, caring."

"Like you, Suzanne."

Darleene licked Suzanne's neck.

"You've already fucked me, Darleene. What you need now is cock."

"You're sure nobody would be better than Patrick? I mean-"

"It's not as though you would be going together or anything like that. It would be more in the manner of siblings sharing their experiences."

"You're really going to make a bitch out of me, Suzanne. But I love you for it."

Darleene threw her arms about Suzanne. Their faces pasted mucus on each other.

Darleene jiggled Suzanne's crotch with flexions of her haunch.

Suzanne twirled Darleene out of her lap. Cupped Darleene's asscheeks with both hands.

Darleene leaned over Suzanne's head. She worked her hips in a grinding arc.

Suzanne's tongue and lips shredded Darleene's pubic thatch.

Gnashed her clit to redness.

"Oh, shit," Patrick said.

He clamped the door back shut.

"Got my purse?" Darleene sang out.

Patrick shot his arm through the door.

He dangled his sister's purse from the tips of his fingers.

After Darleene snatched the purse, Patrick's fingers lingered for a second.

Suzanne gripped Patrick's wrist.

"Come on in," Suzanne said.

Patrick peered around the edge of the door. There was Darleene, now partially covered by a pinafore. Suzanne sat cross-ankled, smoking lazily, in a body-stocking unzipped from her neck to well past her navel.

His cock was rock-solid.

The bubbling rush of his blood brought slight dizziness to his head. His hearing was muddled and his vision iced to a misty white.

He now couldn't be certain that he had indeed seen the two women making out. Or whatever it was he might have imagined.

He heard Suzanne address him. Her voice seemed hazy and far away.

"As I said, Patrick. You and I haven't had the pleasure in some time now."

"It's nice seeing you again, Suzanne."

"More than nice seeing you, Patrick. I'd like to see you in action."

"Suzanne. You know my sister's right here."

Suzanne saw the twanger pumping up to blimp-ness in Patrick's pants. The wad of balls appeared to be inflating rapidly.

Suzanne spoke slowly.

"And I also know that you already told your sister all about our fuck and suck. In marvelously embroidered detail. I know because she told me so when I was telling her about it."

"Jesus."

"It's not as if you're innocent," Darleene said. "You know how you used to always try to get me worked up all the time."

"And you did it too," Patrick said. "You tried to make me get a hardon for you, Darleene."

"Precisely," Suzanne drawled.

Smoke trailed from her yip.

Rutsweat glistened on her tits.

Darleene raised the hem of her pinafore.

Twatfur gleamed.

Pussylips parted as she curtseyed.

"I want to fuck."

"Darleene? You kidding? Me?"

Patrick jerked his head toward Suzanne.

"I'll just watch," Suzanne said. "Don't mind me. I won't interrupt."

"Suzanne," Patrick repeated.

"It's okay. I like to watch. I love to watch. But if you'd like-I might get close to the action if it would help things along."

Darleene sat belly-up across Suzanne's lap.

Patrick came up close.

Suzanne shot her arm around Patrick's waist. With one hand, she unbuckled his belt.

Darleene unbuttoned Patrick's waistband.

Suzanne unzipped his fly.

As Suzanne yanked Patrick's pants down over his ass in back, Darleene reached inside his underpants. Patrick's ankles went weak.

His knees creaked apart.

Suzanne whipped his underpants down around his shins. Jabbed his testicles with her thumb.

Darleene took Patrick's pecker between her two palms. Brought her clasped palms to the puckered lips on her face.

Placed prickhead between her teeth.

"Unh."

As Darleene blew Patrick's prick with her peepers closed, she looked as if she were someone mumbling at prayer.

But what Darleene held between her palms was a pecker pure and simple, not alms.

And her prayerful mutterings were tiny nips and chews upon the tip of the prick in her yip.

"Yeek!" Darleene screeched.

A dab of Patrick's dingdong dew bubbled up on the tip of his prick.

Darleene wiped it off with her tongue.

"Yum!"

"There'll be more to come," Suzanne assured.

Suzanne pressed apart Patrick's asscheeks. Drew a fingernail down the crease in between.

Jabbed her finger into sight unseen.

Nicked the rim of Patrick's anus.

"Auough-ahk."

Dirked his pucker with a fingernail.

As Darleene suckered the entire length of Patrick's prong, Suzanne ran her fingertips about his anal asterisk. The puckered ampersand asshole breathed into an opened ring.

Suzanne shot her finger within.

"Urk."

Darleene drew the dick deep within her throat. Clenched cock in her gullet.

Herky-jerked her head about.

Hauled hog in her jowls.

As Suzanne explored Patrick's bowels.

Suzanne had his pucker yawning. She bored her phalanges into Patrick's opened blowhole.

Then Suzanne snagged the edge of his asshole with her fingernails.

She snapped her digits from his bum.

"Unh."

Cradled her paws about his hiney and cock-and-ballocks rig.

Darleene drank the sweat from Patrick's scrotum. She tugged his pudhair between her teeth.

Then gave his prick one more hard suck.

Suzanne tugged Patrick's testicles repeatedly. Kneaded the muscles of his fanny.

Patrick's penis flew into the air. Dropped from Darleene's jaw, his penis dropped, bounced up, then bobbed tantalizingly.

Darleene clenched her knees on either side of Patrick's thighs.

Arched her back. Brought her triangle of furfur up to the level of his hips.

"I want fuck!" Darleene growled.

Suzanne took hold of Patrick's tapered twanger. Gripped it just behind the head.

The stick snapped into the wriggling thatch. Head hammering the cabbage patch.

"Omigawd, Suzanne," Darleene crowed. "It's better even than you said."

Darleene shot her face up.

Kissed Patrick on the forehead.

Patrick heaved his loins with reckless abandon. Prick groped within the outer lips of Darleene's labia. Wrenched deeper.

"Ooh la la," Suzanne said.

She guided Patrick's dong as it came positioned with the cockhead right in the center of Darleene's clove. His hips sank.

"Unh-uhck-uck."

Prick lanced up.

"Fuck me!"

In a razor arc, the blade swerved through Darleene's innards.

Suzanne pushed Darleene into the oncoming cock. Darleene embraced Patrick's waist with her legs and held on for the fuckrut.

"All the way in!" Darleene said. "Is it? It feels like it must be."

"Not at all," Patrick sassed.

"Almost?"

"Nope."

"Halfway at least."

"About a third."

"I feel like a skewered bird."

Suzanne left Darleene stuck on Patrick's prong like a brace of quail on a spit. She swung around behind Patrick's haunch.

Lapped up between his rutting butt.

Suzanne knelt and licked in a circular motion. She ate and chewed down his rumpmeat.

Rubbed her cunt up the backs of his calves. Salved his thighs by dragging her dugs.

"Fuck me more!"

Patrick increased the tempo of his thrust.

"Come!"

Darleene flew out of her skin. She embraced her orgasm as if an old friend.

"I want come!"

Patrick pitched forward.

His penis stuttered out knobs of cloudy prickjuice across Darleene's clit. He shot the cock back into Darleene's split.

Injecting jissorn into the honey of her cunny. Making broth thick arid runny.

"Bravo!" Suzanne belched.

"Thanks, 'Suzanne," Darleene yelped. "You sure helped. Finally I'm fucked."

Patrick continued to thrust twat after the full load of jizz had fumed from his choad.

He looked forward to stoking his prod down into the groveling Suzanne. Once he got off another burst into Darleene.

Patrick closed his eyes.

Dreaming of cream.

Suzanne pressed his flexing asscheeks with both of her opened palms.

Patrick's prick lanced into the cherry pit.

Stretching the lining of Darleene's vagina. Sending snippets of virgin gore in a dribble from her slimeslit.

Caking Patrick's cockstand with fresh blood.

Patrick he would go real fast for the next round. Then bore into Suzanne for the encore. He jerked his prick from Darleene's puss.

Jacked it off while pointing it at her belly. Then training it on her tits.

Aiming it at her mouth.

Suzanne lay back and smoked.

Watched.

She loved it.

The way Patrick made love.

The black fumes from Suzanne's cigarette hovered. A halo around the rutting couple.

Darleene bucked.

Patrick fucked.

He fucked his sister.

Til she blistered.

As she festered.

He leaned and kissed her.

As Babette sat on the toilet and sprayed out piss while chugging down a can of beer, she sensed that what was happening so far this day might make it be the day that would change Babette Js world forever. She listened to the spray of her pizzle tinkle against the sides of the bowl.

Lit up a cigarette.

Farted.

Wiped between her twatlips with a handful of harsh tissue papers.

The new costumes were a move in the right direction for the Boppettes. And Suzanne had indicated she had some money to invest if the band could latch onto some fresh material.

Babette would like to start on some new songs as soon as possible. But there wouldn't be time enough to write and rehearse a new number before the first round of the state contest-the first prize of which included a contract for a single with a local record producer of no particular renown or connections. Still-it might be a start. And it certainly would bring publicity, recognition.

Even if only in that hick state.

Babette dropped the tissue into the water between her legs.

As she flushed the commode, she wrapped her knuckles about the hub of her clit.

Gave it a jerk.

Felt snatchwater initiate ooze.

"Oh, anybody here?"

"Babette," Rudolph voice said. "I didn't know anyone else was in here until I heard the flush just then. I'll- "How long have you been in here?"

"Just this second. I was only going to take a piss and comb my hair."

"Go ahead."

"Sure?"

I'm in this stall. Won't bother me."

Rudolph closed up to the urinal hanging on the restroom wall. He opened the tops of his pants and took his pecker out.

The tip twanged out.

His erection sprang from his grip.

The head of his cock pressed into the porcelain surface of the hanging pisspot.

Babette peeked through the cracks of her stall. Just curious, she told herself.

She saw his penis stretch out as he handled it. Saw his ballocks hang low.

Babette quirked a smutchy smile about her lips. Hand in her lap.

She rubbed cunt.

Grubbed it.

Grimed about in her slime.

Came up with a handful of goo.

Without pulling her tights up or resuming her pinafore, Babette opened the stall door. Fingered her goo and got some more into her paw.

"Hey, dude. Need some help?"

"Huh?"

"Looks like you're having trouble pissing. Maybe it's cause of that hardon."

"Ha ha. Maybe. Babette, I wasn't-"

"I can help you with that."

Babette was fuckblinded.

What was it?

Her new sense of freedom at the thought of the Boppettes' fanciful future-even though she knew that success as a rock group was only a remote hope? Was it rather evidence of an overall insecurity-Babette's being caught up in a round of her search for a new adult identity?

There was momentum building in Babette's mind and in her acts. There was certainly a vortex to the situation, and Babette sucked herself in-unthinkingly, unblinkingly.

She launched her palm toward Rudolph's rigid poker. The glops of her ladycome she held in her fist glazed his pecker on the first jack-stroke.

Rudolph's shirt was gone and his pants were off. He stood spread-legged in motorcycle boots.

Babette's mitts palming his tits.

Rudolph's ballocks flopped between her thighs as he brought his pelvis into her.

Babette blazed with desire.

Cuntlips on fire.

Buds of breasts glowing like coals.

Asshole yammering.

Clit hammering.

She stapled her nipples to his chest.

Humped his pelvis with a twist.

Babette sloped her fingers across Rudolph's rump. Pressed him in as he pumped.

Her hips were hoisted aloft as Rudolph jerked out and up.

His pecker missed her quim. But it stabbed momentarily into the rim of her asshole.

"Ungh."

Babette's hiney came down as Rudolph drew his haunch back to ready for another rut. Her asscheeks split over the urinal lip.

"Eeeeek!"

She arched her back out of there. Spearing her tail on the tip of Rudolph's twanger.

His prong snicked the insides of her labia. Cock-head bit into taut pinkness.

"I was thinking, Rudolph." Babette said in a fake simper. "The Boppettes should do that song you wrote. Title it 'The Boppette Bop.' Can you sing the lyrics to me?"

The whirlwind gyred about Rudolph's cock-and-ballocks rig. He felt a sluice of come raring up in his nuts, ready to blow.

Babette convulsed in climax.

Her limbs curled crablike.

The rutting couple toppled to the tiled floor Rudolph's come started to roar.

Babette's mind began to soar.