"Don't kill yourself."

Babette hustled her hiney.

Hurried to get back into her bathing suit. She accidentally stabbed her thumb between the cheeks of her rump as she tried to pry the elastic crotch from where she had snagged the rim of her bum.

There was a tingle in her clit.

Snarl to her cuntlips.

Felt good.

Jabbing your asshole.

Real good.

She stabbed her pucker again.

Felt better.

Babette arched her back. Brought her kneecaps up to the nippletips of her breastbuds.

Got a good angle on her ass.

Brought her thumb up to her bum with a thrash. Trashed her asshole with jackhammer action.

Twisting inward.

Increasing the friction.

"Uh."

Babette her hips.

The thumbnail nipped.

"Eeeeeh."

She shimmied her haunch.

"Uhck!"

Tip of thumb hummed in her asshole.

"Oh oh oh."

She stroked her slit with her other hand. Some-thing new.

A bit of a different way she could fuck herself. Thumb taken tightly in her ass.

Gash flailed with fingernails.

Babette began to wail.

"Ululululu!"

Then came the burps of Rudy's motorcycle coming up the driveway.

Gravel grating.

Heavy boots skating, shuffling.

Mumbles and shakes.

As Babette brought the top of her swimsuit over the tips of her tits, Rudolph Blastitoff rounded the side of the house. He grinned a bit uncertainly and played with the silver ear stud in the shape of a skull and crossbones he wore inserted into the meat of his left earlobe.

"Hiya, Rudy."

"Hey, dudesse."

"Get undressed."

"Huh? Sure."

"I'm really hot now, Rudolph. Maybe we could both cool off."

"Yuh."

Babette watched as Rudolph pulled off his leather motorcycle jacket.

She noticed he didn't yipe when she called him that-Rudolph. He usually wanted the chicks to use a more swaggering form of moniker. He said he had enough of Rudolph from his parents and teachers.