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?