Budding Boobs

Chapter 8

Babette's shaved pussy arched over the rise of her Venus: Mount in an arrowhead shape. The freshly pruned outline ran from the thin taper at her twatlips to the outward flare near the clit.

"That's a honey," Darleene said. "Suzanne, what do you say?"

"Want yours done?" Babette said.

"No," Suzanne said. "You have your twat clipped, Darleene. I'll just watch."

"Bahette's fancy content really caught their eye out there onstage this afternoon." Darleene cackled. "Talk about leaving the audience stunned-I mean, like, the mere sight of Babette's come-caked snatch, all wet and slick, gagged them with a hairball of slimed-out twatfur."

"What the shit?" Babette belched. "So I forgot my tights. I was still wearing the leotard out there- at first. Wasn't I?"

Babette took a drag from Darleene's burning fag, which Darleene now smoked in one of Suzanne's long cigarette holders.

"Besides." Babette said. "Musically it went excellently. Considering that was our first public performance of "The Boppette Bop.'"

She looked over toward Suzanne. Who now lay like a napping cat. Suzanne's eyes were half-closed. Her legs, long and bare, jack-knifed out from the split of her heavily ribbed silk kimono with fur trim at the collar and cuffs.

Gilt ballerina slippers hung from the toes of Suzanne's tapered feet. Crossed at the ankles, Suzanne's gams dangled.

"I thought I would croak, Babette." Darleene chirped. "When the crotch to your leotard came unsnapped. Then as you wiggled your rump, it rolled up right past your belly."

"Flashed some ass, so what?" Babette said. "Accidents will happen."

Darleene snotted, "But when I nudged you to tell you about it-"

"You lifted the hem of my pinafore with the head of your fucking guitar, Darleene. That's when they saw my pussy. Not before."

"But when you attacked me then. Pulled down rny bloomers and flapped my fanny out!"

"That's cause you were laughing. And I thought that you did it on purpose."

"Well, it sure caused an uproar," Suzanne yawned. She scratched under her arm.

Took down more cigarette smoke.

"Got us the fuck thrown out of the band contest on our naked asses," Babette snorted.

"That was only after Tabitha started crying," Darleene snickered. "Which was after Corky and Queenie went over and started playing with hen They were only kidding."

"Chalk one up to good publicity," Suzanne sighed as she stretched.

One of Suzanne's boobs plopped forth over her fur lapel. She took hold of it.

Began to tuck the tit back in.

Then gave it a twist instead.

Darleene caught the glance of Suzanne's eyes on Babette's twat.

Babette turned her fanny toward the other two women and waltzed into the bathroom.

She stepped into the shower to rinse off the shaving cream and errant curlies from where she had just before shaved under her arms arid trimmed about her twat. Babette didn't know-couldn't know, not for sure-but Babette thought that there might be something about Suzanne's presence that made Babette hot.

And made everybody else juice up too.

In the reflection offered by the medicine cabinet mirror, Babette smirked out from the shower into the bedroom of the motel room near the state fairgrounds, which the band had rented to party in. Babette saw the somber willingness of Darleene's eroticized eyes. Recognized Suzanne's look of openly depraved self-absorption. Drawing Darleene into close, whispered embrace.

Two cigarette holders wrote haze ciphers into the air around their joined heads.

What was Suzanne telling Darleene?

Must be some outrageous gossip.

Suzanne seemed to tart up every situation.

As though she were a sex-bitch witch.

Well, Babette reflected. Suzanne Radcliffe went to great pains to act the part.

"You know, you all," Babette barked from the midst of the shower, "I suspected that about Chan-ning Bentley anyhow."

"What, Babette?"

"About how Channing jacked off all over that love poem he sent me as a joke. He didn't love me. Just wanted another bottle to corkscrew like another vintage to add to his wine collection."

"Erection collection," Suzanne corrected. "That's what he tells me he calls it. And he pretty much copied that poem from somewhere. It was written by someone or other-one of those half-queer English romantic motherfuckers."

"Shit," Babette said. "Fm sure glad I went ahead and balled Rudolph."

"You fucking bitch," Darleene slashed. "You knew I wanted him."

"Meanwhile, Darleene, you got busted on your very own Patrick," Babette gargled. "Don't worry. You'll be able to get your licks in on the old Rude Warrior anyhow, I'm sure."

"Did you bleed any?"

"Not very much at all. You know I'd scraped myself out pretty well before-fingers, candles, bedposts, umbrella handles."

"Who's next, Babette?" Suzanne slurped. "Now that your hungering cuntlips have been unleashed." she sighed wearily, "can anyone be safe?"

"Oh, I'd fuck Channing. For goofball kicks. You say he likes tinkle tricks? But at this point I can set out to fuck-"

As Babette droned on, Suzanne licked whispers into Darleene's earcup.

"You want me to what, Suzanne?" Darleene flushed. "You called it what?"

"I said I wanted to watch you debauch her."

"Debauch."

"Right."

"As in fuck."

"Uhhuh."

"You want me to debauch Babette."

"Yes."

"In front of you."

"So I can watch."

"How am I supposed to go about that?"

"How about when she shaves your twat?"

"Why not?"

Suzanne licked up Darleene's neck. Dipped her tongue down between Darleene's jugs.

Dug into dugs with her teeth.

"You are so special, Suzanne."

Suzanne went into her purse. She stabbed two cigarettes into the cigarette holders at hand. Took out two tiny cannisters.

"What's that?" Darleene asked.

Suzanne tamped some resinous crumbs into the end of one cigarette. She thumbed a bit of tarry ooze likewise onto the tip of the other fag.

"This one here is hashish. The other is a paste of opium. Thought we'd try some."

"It'd be a gas."

"Ready, Darleene?"

Babette came out of the bathroom wrapped in two towels. She carried a tiny pink razor, a set of clippers, and a jar of shaving cream.

"Here goes," Darleene said.

She spread her toes. Propped her ass up on a pillow. Draped her legs apart.

Babette twitched her head in a start.

Darleene's twatlips were braced apart. Full lips, reddened with arousal.

Babette bent in between Darleene's knees. She applied lather around the edges of Darleene's pubic thatch.

"Heart-shaped okay, Darleene?"

"Great!"

"How sweet," Suzanne murmured.

Suzanne lit up one of her loaded cigarettes. Sue-kered smoke. Passed it to Darleene. Lit up the other. Passed it to Babette.

Darleene squirmed as Babette leaned into her pelvic girdle.

Babette shaped the outer perimeter of Darleene's dank quim into the shape she desired. Darleene purred as the tiny razor shaved near her clit.

"Unh."

Babette wiped Darleene's cuntlet with a hot, wet towel. Darleene arched her cunt out.

Babette washed her between the twatlips.

Around under the asscheeks.

Babette took hold of the clippers for the final trim. Snipped the curlies sticking out here and there in Darleene's hedgerows.

"Eeeeeh."

Without prior commitment, Babette found herself pressing the tip of the scissors to Darleene's clit. Not stabbing, not jabbing, not lancing, not piercing. Just jiggling the jam.

"Uchk."

"Shit, Darleene."

"Don't stop."

"You're dripping."

"What do you want?"

Babette took a hit from one of the cigarettes. Passed it to Darleene. Then Babette sucked off the other cig from the holder held aloft in Suzanne's slinking fingers.

"I want," Babette finally answered blithely, "to suck down twat."

Babette curled her mouthlips back.

Her teeth were bared to the backs of her jaws. Drool spilled over the dam of her dentition. Leached from between her split lips.

Tongue torqued through the air.

Leapt like a lizard.

Skittered across Darleene's gash.

Slashed across foaming folds of twat.

Babette groveled ravenously in cunt. Drinking down gallons of girlgoo.

She swallowed slitslime.

Pussjuice sluiced down her gullet. Snatchwater ran pure as a stream.

Cuntoils lubed her probing mouth organs. Babette foraged through the clover.

Snicked clit in a flash of incisors.

Lashed labia with side action.

Minced Darleene to mindlessness with the friction of her chin.

"Omigawd, Suzanne," Darleene droned. "You were right about this too."

Darleene flailed her limbs maniacally. Spasms gripped her stuttering cuntlips.

Her asshole convulsed.

Her tits rumbled and shook.

Clit contorted, warped by her frigging fingertips. Electric blips flew from Darleene's clitoris to the back of her brain.

Gulps of her cuntcome coughed out from her quim. Sizzling her underbelly to the arserim.

Darleene pitched into oblivion.

Spasmed into the chasm of orgasm.

Darleene's tits loaded into her mouth, Babette chewed nipple.

Noshed mouthfuls of naked bazoom.

Tugged the titty out by the nippletips. Stretched the knocker like taffy.

Released the grip of her jaw on Darleene's nipple. Snapped the jug back onto her chest.

"I feel so refreshed," Darleene gushed. "Now I really want to fuck."

"What else should I do?" Babette mused. "I need another drag off that fag."

"I'll show you something you'll like, Babette." Suzanne said. "One of my longtime favorites-just among us girls."

Suzanne suckered onto Babette's fannycheek- with her mouthcheeks:-like a leech.

She slicked Babette's cunt underneath her belly. Juicing it like a peach.

Suzanne bared her fangs for ivory friction.

Clipped clit with elegant diction.

Then Suzanne spat out a mouthful of Babette's ladyjuice. Blowing the goo through her pursed lips right into Babette's puckered asshole.

"Yipes!"

Suzanne slimed twin twirling thumbs up the center wrinkle of Babette's blowhole. Babette rose a foot off the mattress.

"Eaugh!"

Babette landed on top of Darleene.

Splat!

Flatted-out twat smacking smirking quirn. Two steamy streams of cuntcream coagulating.

Babette ran her extended fingers down Darleene's sides. Scratched the moist hide with glides of her sharp fingernails.

Clit struggled against thigh. Fur frictioned nugget of clitoris.

The two girls made raunch in their haunches as Suzanne lay back watching. She was-had been-bored. But comfortably so. She even toyed with the notion of joining the women in platypuss fuck. Then thought of the others who had been invited to drop by. Not especially excited, Suzanne almost glanced about for a clock.

But thought first.

She gave up her search instantly, smugly.

It didn't matter what time it was.

What the other Boppettes were out doing.

Or where the boys were.

Whatever time the young dudes showed up- well, that was when they would get there.

And they got there.

"It's unlocked," Suzanne trumpeted in response to the rapping at the door.

Channing thrust his chest into the room. He had a cache of nearly frozen wine bottles in a cooler with him. Rudolph and Patrick swaggered into view, thumbs plugged in behind their belt buckles Babette pulled her face from Darleene's nipple with a pop.

"Hi, dudes," she squealed.

She ran her hands through Darleene's twat to tease the onlooking guys. Bent into snatch and sucked loudly, gargling ladygoo in her gullet.

Channing busted open a bottle of champagne. He passed it to Babette.

"I say this rather sadly, Babette," he said. "I had cherished the notion that you might have wanted poor Charming to be the first to fuck upon your prim little body. Ah, such are our dreams. Such is life. But it now appears that another rascal has-perhaps others have as well?-beaten me to your tail. However, Babette. Allow me to congratulate you upon the occasion of the recent loss of your virginity."

"That was yesterday," Babette gurgled. "Wait. Or was that coupla hours ago?"

Babette shot a slug of bubbly down her throat, spilled it over her budding boobs.

Rubbed foam into her twat.

"There's still some cherry left," Babette cooed. "For you, Channing."

Babette sloshed some champagne into Darleene's cunny. Babette drank from the frothing cuntlips till her jaws dripped.

Quaffed down quim.

Barfed up foam.

Suckered it right back down.

"Such a dear young lady, you are, Babette," Channing smoothed over his lips. "Babette's saved her poor Channing a piece of her pie. That's more than you did, Suzanne."

Suzanne leered inwardly. Through her machinations she had succeeded in depriving Channing of feasting upon the maidenhood of Babette. If a virginal opening remained in Babette's body, it was with respect to the male members-Babette had been dyked-over thoroughly in all parts of her plush flesh.

Channing looked into Babette's eyes. He watched them as she spoke-to gauge the depths of her lies, not their existence.

"I saved it just for you."

"You speak truly."

"Course I do, Channing. You think that just cause I hang around with your corrupt moll Suzanne that I'm as treacherous as she is?"

"Not quite yet, I guess."

Babette again ducked into dankness. Rimmed raw quim with the brush of her tongue.

Channing uncorked several more bottles of champagne, passing them out randomly. He stripped off his leather driving jacket.

Took the rest of his clothes off except for his boots and leather driving gloves. Stuck himself back into his jacket.

Rudolph and Patrick were undressed.

Patrick peeled his pecker into Suzanne's armpits. She lay langorously, coming copiously though she was still as a cadaver.

Rudolph gripped Darleene by the hips.

He opened his yip to the feeding Babette.

"Mind if I cut in?"

"Suit yourself, Oh Rude Warrior. I do believe this dance is already spoken for at any rate."

As Rudolph pitched his prick into the centerfolds of Darleene's jabbering cuntlips, Babette lurched toward Charming. She jammed her fists into his partially unzipped jacket.

Crushed his male tits.

Bit them with fiendish elan.

"Oooooh."

She dropped her hands and handled his fanny. Fondling the globes.

Their tongues probed the recesses of each other's maws.

They separated from their kiss. A strand of spittle strung out between them in a momentary bridge of slime.

The spit snapped. And they both clapped their hands together like little children.

Channing then tore into Babette's neck with his long tongue. Lapped about her ears.

Blasting Babette's earlobes with wet and searing breaths. Breathing slowly, deeply.

"Unhunhunh."

Channing's fingers sizzled on Babette's nipples. They stung like burning embers.

Charred fingertips tapped gingerly.

Fingering budlike tips of boob.

They were hard as bullets.

Sharp as nails.

Taut and dart-tipped, the nipples needled Gunning's knuckles.

He buckled.

Suckled.

Took tit in down to his tonsils.

He played ring-around-the-rosie with one of Babette's aureoles. Meanwhile, both his hands explored her lower holes.

"Which one is it, Babette?"

"Can't you tell?"

"I can guess."

"Do."

"Which is the virgin orifice?"

He tapped into her twat.

"For sure. Not this ragged aperture."

Tamped his thumb on her bum.

"Perhaps this wrinkle."

Babette giggled.

Wriggled.

Babette's rosebud rumphole flowered open. Her relaxing sphincter sucked his thumb.

Popped the asshole on over the first knuckle. Slid on down toward the palm.

"Now the big one," Babette seethed.

"Indeed."

Channing drove his nose between the cheeks of Babette's ass.

His tongue slicked out and around. Reamed the rim of the blubbering pucker.

"Eeeeeh-eee-ek."

Tongue twined deep inside.

Babette reeled in fuckblind shock.

In an instant, Channing's cockstand stood shoulder-deep up her ass.

"Egad."

Another rut brought Channing's creeper in deeper. A further fuckthrust sank curved cockmeat in clean to the ballocks.

"Oooooh!"

Babette brought the back of her wrist to her forehead. Closed her eyes into clenched slits. Chewed her lips wordlessly.

Flailed her clit relentlessly.

Channing cocked his hips back. Jutted the prick once more up her haunch.

Slanted cockthrusts jiggled Babette's hiney like a bowlful of jelly. Babette clutched her clit and held on for the joyride.

There was scratching at the motel room door. Scatter of spike heel and muted shrieks.

Tabitha's voice puled, uLike this must be the place. Hear the smutchy sounds?"

Queenie pushed open the door.

"Anybody ready for rauiich?"

"Like this scene really pukes me out," Gorky croaked. "I'm renewing my vows of chastity."

Queenie slapped Corky across the face. As Corky jibbered, Queenie stripped "her down and pushed her in between Rudolph's and Darleene's bodies afuck.

Rudolph's pecker ran right up her.

"Unh," Corky choked.

She gave Queenie the stroke.

Patrick prodded Babette's pussy with his pullulating penis as Channing continued to dig his gristle up Babette's arse. Rudolph suddenly slid his bangles in over Babette's face.

Plopped his balls into place on her chin.

Plugged his dong into her head.

Fucked her face.

"Mfgh."

Babette now sucked cock. Had her ass stuck on long curved dong.

Was skewered up front through her cunt by wide-ranging pecker.

The three joysticks blared in quick synchronies ty. Initially Rudolph sprayed his sperrnjuice down Babette's gullet.

As the last strands of Rudolph's semen snapped off into Babette's tummy, Channing crammed come up Babette's well-buttered buns.

Knots of jizz twitched from her hiney.

The prick squirted from her rectum at the snarl of her sphincter.

Cock sniped off a few final shots. Into the crack and over the cheeks of her fanny.

Patrick raged like a mad bull.

His ballocks thumped against Babette's thighs as he pumped-like twin demolition balls against a falling building. Patrick horned into Babette's cunny with a groan.

Babette had taken jizzjuice down the throat. Turned her ass into a moat filled past the rim with molten come.

And now.

Prick jumped within. Scuzz shot off sequentially within her quim.

Fuckblind still, Babette scratched out through the air with her fingernails. She screeched, wailed. Found flashes of flesh at their best.

How many were there now for the fuck? Babette tried to count. The Boppettes, Suzanne and Chan-ning. Rudolph and Patrick.

How many cocks?

How many cunnies?

How many mouths?

Assholes?

Babette's vision cleared. Her clit trembled in a daze. She licked out through her lips.

Stroked open her slit.

"Who wants a fuck?" Babette said, jerking her head from haunch to haunch.

"Who wants a suck?"