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.