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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.

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.