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.
Chapter 6
Pussy pumped, impaled on male prick. Mouth mewed, girlish purring upon tightly crinkled male tit. Prime male meat chopped away on mounds of womanflesh and femfruit.
"Tabitha likes his tits," Queenie jibbered from her dribbling mug.
"He's got Corky corked." Tabitha tweeted.
Corky jerked her cunt from Channing's pecker. Waved the wanger in the air.
Shook it like a bell.
"Dingaling!" she yelled., "Dinnertime," Tabitha said. "Good thing. I'm ravenous as a cat."
"I could use some stir-fried meat in my gravy," Queenie croaked, stroking herself.
"Okay, you fucking bitches," Corky chewed. "Whose next on this thing?"
"I want a suck!"
"I want a fuck!"
"Hold it, girls," Charming laughed.
"We are!"
"Listen," Channing said. "I want to get some more wine from the car."
Queenie reached into the bucket of ice. She pulled out the nearly empty bottle of white wine. Shot the dregs down her gullet.
Popped the long, cool green-glass length between her boobs.
Then lowered the bottle.
Angling it into her pelvis.
Channing watched Queenie jiggle her cunny with the bottle at full throttle as he walked back toward the parked roadster, His cock hopped in his groin as he noticed Corky and Tabitha playing slaptwat and tug-the-titties in the center of the large blanket spread out under the trees.
"Can you put on another tape, Channing?" one of the girls yelped.
Channing flipped through the cassette case, passing by selections by Mozart, Beethoven, Berlioz, and Stravinsky. He had just played the tape he had that he thought sounded like the closest thing to rock-some pulsing compositions by Philip Glass- and wasn't sure how much more classical music the girls in the band could take.
One thing Channing did not want to do was to chill these Boppette's down.
"By any chance," Charming asked, "do you have any tapes of the Boppettes?"
"Sure do," Queenie said, rubbing Gorky's chest. "Check in my bag. The red leather one."
Channing lanced his hand inside the large leather bag Queenie had brought with her. He extracted several cassettes labeled with smeared ink scrawls.
He snapped the tape into the cassette deck, pulled another two bottles of white French Burgundy from the cooler, and strolled back toward his guests of the afternoon.
Tabitha took in the length of Channing's cock as he stood next to her opening one of the wine bottles. Tabitha took hold of his twanger and bent it down into her mouth.
"Too bad Babette and Darleene couldn't make it this afternoon," Tabitha said as she chewed. "That would have been, like, excellent."
"They're both freaking virgins, anyway," Corky coughed out from between Queenie's knockers. "There's more cock for us this way."
"Hey now, doll," Tabitha said, suckering prick. "Let's crash the virgin jokes. Virgins can change. I was one until-fuck!-a few hours ago."
"Anyway," Queenie said, pushing Gorky's head down lower into her belly. "Babette and Darleene are the lead singers. They really need the extra rehearsal time."
Channing poured out a dollop of wine over Tabitha's shoulders.
The crisp liquid ran down her spine. Dripped between her asscleft.
"Oooooh."
"Too cold?"
"I like it!"
He poured some more.
The wine cascaded over Tabitha's tits. Chilled out the nippletips.
Rolled into her twat.
Tickled her tender arsepucker.
"I want," Queenie said.
Her eyes blanked. She squirmed as Corky sue-tioned onto her clitbud.
Then Queenie pressed her snatch in deeper. Scraping the spread against Gorky's teeth.
Queenie held on tight through a wave of orgasm. Rolled with the tide.
"Gimme," Queenie said with cock reflected in her eyes. "I want prickjuice."
She warped her haunch away from Gorky's choppers. Slinked over the ground.
Knelt in front of the spread-legged Channing. Tabitha took Channing's cock from her mouth.
Pointed it at Queenie's pussy and jacked.
"Shit," Corky said hoarsely. "He's got more than enough meat to go around."
Channing's cockstand was handled by the three young ladies at once.
Tabitha continued away at the dicktip. Corky slathered the cockstem.
And Queenie nibbled away at his ballocks.
Channing glugged down a good slug of wine. Swallowed with a gargle.
He then tilted his head back. Slid the bottle between his jaws.
Filled his maw.
Drained the liquid into his yip till it filled his gullet. Fed the liquid into his cheeks till his face blew out like a bullfrog's.
Channing pulsed the pucker of his mouth.
Wine and saliva spurted forth.
He sent streams over each of the girls' writhing body. Felt Tabitha cackle on his knob.