Full House - Part 3

I drove out on the turnpike and in the general direction of Lake Parnel. Plenty handed me two pills and then lit two cigarettes, slipping one between my lips.
“I might call a few friends,” she said while my heart started pumping faster and I pushed the pedal to the metal. “And you could call your friend Shelly.”
I nodded, and switched on the radio.
The seat seemed to mold around my butt and became much more comfortable, and soon the dashboard dials rearranged themselves.
The car suddenly leaped forward, and the engine coughed twice, and then let out a smooth, aggressive roar. My old car was gone. I adjusted the rear-view mirror. We were sitting in a midnight black Mini cabriolet. Black leatherette interior, extra-wide tires, smoked glasses.
I let out a long howl, pushed the button to open the sun roof, and we were roaring down the highway, doing an easy one hundred, holding our hands up like we were sitting in a roller coaster cart.
“Faster!” Plenty shouted.
I shifted gears and we took flight.



The Sheriff’s car flashed its lights and gave us a bit of siren.
“Fuck,” said Plenty, turning to watch the car corralling us and signaling for us to stop. “We are so screwed.”
“Check out the dash compartment,” I said.
“You got a gun?” she chuckled. We were both still pretty buzzed up.
“I’ve got better. Hand me that blue cig box. Better yet, fire one up and hand it over.”
“Menthol cigarettes,” she mumbled, sparking her lighter.
I parked in a lay-by and looked in the mirror as Plenty pushed the cigarette between my lips. The Sheriff’s car stopped behind us and a tall blonde in a Smoky Bear walked up to us. She was wearing mirror shades and carried a thick notebook.
I took a deep drag, pushed up my tits, and turned to greet her with a friendly smile. It was time to test the Tobacconist’s best seller.
“Are we in a hurry?” she said as she came level with me.
“How can I help you, officer?” I asked, blowing smoke in her direction. Her name tag read ‘Dep. B. Garland’.
She grimaced and opened her book. “I’ll need your license, please.”
I took another long drag. “Did I do something wrong?” I breathed out slowly.
“You were doing almost one hundred and thirty,” she said.
“I couldn’t help it,” I said.
She stared at me. I did a snap inhale and held her gaze, cigarette between my fingers.
“Really?”
“My friend here,” I said, pointing at Plenty, “asked me to go faster.”
Officer Garland shifted her stare on Plenty’s monumental assets.
“How could I refuse anything to a girl with tits like that?”
The woman grinned. “Yeah,” she breathed, her pen and notebook forgotten.
I offered her the blue box. “Fancy a cigarette?”

#

Her name was Belinda and she was, now, one of the horniest sluts I had ever met. And twisted.
“You wait here,” she said as she handcuffed me through the steering wheel. “And enjoy the show.”
She joined Plenty on the back seat. As they settled as comfortably as possible, Belinda handed me back her half-spent cigarette and grabbed Plenty by the hair as they shared a long wet kiss.
When they broke apart, Plenty slowly peeled off her tube dress.
“My, babe,” the cop said, her voice hoarse, “but there’s a lot of you sweetie.”
“Will this go on my file, officer?” Plenty chirped.
Belinda grabbed her left tit while she slipped her fingers deep into her snatch. Plenty moaned and arched her back.
“We will see,” the woman grinned, and pushed again her tongue in Plenty’s mouth. For her part, Plenty grabbed her ass in her hands, and pulled her closer.

#

Plenty laid back on the backseat, a blissful expression in her face, and smoking a cigarette while Belinda expertly tongued her slit.
“Honey, you are a wonder,” she said, running her fingers through the other woman’s blonde locks. “I can feel your tongue at the back of my throat.”
Officer Garland looked up, grinning.
“Shall we let your friend join us?” she asked.
“We’ll be damn cramped back here,” Plenty chuckled, winking at me. “Gimme the keys, babe.”
Still eating Plenty’s cunt, Belinda fumbled with her belt, and finally Plenty tossed the handcuff keys in my lap.
“C’mon, Lilith,” she said. “We need an extra pair of tits back here.”
I laughed as I freed my hands. “And I thought you wanted me for my intelligence!”
I turned the key in the dashboard, and pushed the button. The roof unfurled from its housing.
“Let’s get some privacy, girls…”

#

The back of the Mini was really packed with the three of use squeezed there, groping blindly. We spent ten minutes laughing and rolling around, trying to find an arrangement that would grant maximum satisfaction to the three of us. I ended up laying on my back between Plenty and Belinda, my legs in the air, my butt against the back of the seat, my shoulders resting half on Plenty’s lap and half on Belinda’s. This gave me the maneuvering space to finger both girls while they kissed each other and together tongued my pussy. Plenty also helped me with my cigarette, while with her other hand she ran her fingers through Belinda’s hair. The sheriff’s deputy groped my boobs, dictating the tempo of my massage. We moaned and laughed and blew out smoke, hotboxing the car.
Then we changed place, naked skin rubbing on naked skin, knees and elbows getting in the way, hair being pulled, until finally Plenty sat between us, her huge boobs in all their glory, and we started teasing her nipples, me on her right and Belinda on her left. She embraced us, running her fingers up and down our spines while she moaned softly.
Taking Plenty’s nipple in my mouth, I slid a hand across and caressed the soft tuft of curls between Belinda’s legs. She responded by thrusting her hips forward, inviting me in. I accepted her invitation, and started slowly finger fucking her.
Plenty’s hand caressed my back and then cupped my buttock, squeezing gently. I nibbled at her tit as she pushed her thumb up my ass. I looked up, without letting go of her boob, and watched as she pulled Belinda closer and they started playing with their tongues, the tips of their noses brushing.
Then we got even more entangled, and time dissolved in a delirium of lust.

#

Soaked in sweat, dripping from each other's juices and completely spent, we finally huddled together on the back seat, caressing and groping each other.
Plenty searched in the bunch of clothes on the car floor, and fired up a joint. She took the first puff, then passed it to me. I took a hit, and holding it in I handed it to Belinda, that sucked on it with enthusiasm.
“So what’s in those cigarettes?” she asked, putting the spliff back between Plenty’s blue lips. “They are just great.”
“Instant horny slut cigarettes,” I said. The weed melted the fatigue and discomfort away, and we floated gently in each other’s arms.
Belinda laughed drunkenly, taking another deep toke. “It figures. My twat’s on fire and I can only think about fucking.” She shook her head, and kissed my shoulder. “This will make my job a little complicated.”
“You might consider a change of career,” Plenty said, playing with Belinda’s nipple. “You’re a wonder at eating pussy.”
“Best head I was ever given,” I agreed. “Your tongue’s a dream.”
“Thanks, babes,” she sighed. “Going lesbian with you was just wonderful.”
“The effects will vanish in a few hours, anyway,” I said.
Plenty sighed, caressing Belinda’s hair. “What a pity.”
“Yeah,” Belinda said. “We’ll have to meet again as soon as possible and have another smoke together.”
I handed her the open packet. “Keep them,” I said, winking. “Might come handy, till we meet again.”
She leaned over and kissed me, biting my lower lip.
“Thank you, Lilith,” she breathed.