Valerie Song: Drama Bomb Part 04

Valerie Song glanced momentarily at McDougal's boner then back up at his face. She shrugged innocently and shot the officer another grin.

***

"Well I suppose —urp!— I could let you off with a —brup!— warning," burped Officer McDougal. A white rope of jizz dangled from his now cum-soaked moustache and small rivers of milky cum drooled from either side of his mouth.

The highway patrolman rested on top of a bloated belly large enough to fit his motorcycle comfortably inside. His boots dangled down behind him, their toes just scraping the sticky asphalt. He burped again, sending a small wad of cum splattering down the front of what was left of his uniform.

"That's very generous of you, officer!" said Valerie, stuffing her dripping cock back into her custom-fitted cocksleeve and ball support system. She made sure her grapefruit-sized testes were each fitted snugly in the black and red, sweat-reducing mesh pouch.

"Just don't let it happen —urp!— again!" he scolded, burping up another glob of Valerie's hot, sticky girlchowder.

Behind her, a few steps away from the road, outside the pool of light cast by the streetlamps, she could hear the sound of Tasha stroking off the rest of her load. GLUSH! GLUSH! GLUSH! SPLUUUUUUUURCH! GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSH! GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSH!

She is really giving those woods a good basting! Thought Valerie as she listened to the heavy splatter of cum against the foliage.

"I think it's safe to assume my daughter has learned her lesson about not letting things get backed up," said Valerie, smiling.

GA-BLOOOOOOOSH! CRACK! Creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak! CRASH! The sound of crashing wood and splintering branches echoed through the night air.

"Was that a tree falling over?" asked Officer McDougal.

"I think it was..." answered Valerie, looking a little concerned.

The sounds of gushing liquid and snapping branches continued for several more minutes as ropes of cum the size and weight of anchor chains blasted into the forest. Several more trees were felled and at one point a panicked deer bolted out of the darkness onto the road, its hindquarters completely drenched in Tasha's tapioca.

Finally the splurting, gushing, splashing sounds petered out, and another minute later Tasha staggered out of the darkness with a dopey grin across her face. She was still wearing her baggy pants. Like the rest of her, they were of course stained a creamy off-white. Her flaccid donkey-shaming dong dangled limply through the hole in her pants as she walked dazedly back to the car.

A few minutes later, Val and Tasha were cruising down the highway, the wind flapping in their cum-caked hair. Tasha had insisted they ride with the windows down to let the car air out. Even with the wind roaring through, the air in the car still smelled like Tasha's musky spunk.

Both girls were sitting on beach towels to keep themselves separated from the jizz-coated upholstery. They had changed out their cum-soaked clothes for bathing suits, and the chilly December air was making their nipples stand on end.

"Good thing it's a pool-party or we might not have had these to change into!" said Val, her big, buoyant breasts barely restrained by the lime-green string microkini top. Every bump in the road sent her enormous hooters bouncing crazily. It was either magic or advanced alien engineering that kept the practically bandage-sized bikini cups positioned over Val's sizable nipples, even as they jiggled wildly from side to side and up and down from every tiny pebble that passed beneath the Charger's tires.

Val wasn't wearing a bikini bottom, opting instead to just wear the cum-resistant custom cocksleeve she'd gotten from Rajana earlier that day. It made her eighteen-inch flaccid cock look like a black python was napping between her muscled thighs.

Tasha was dressed more conservatively in a blue and yellow one-piece. She'd wrapped a large sarong around her waist to hide her impressive bulge, and she kept fidgeting with the arrangement of her junk.

"Don't play with it," said Valerie. "You're gonna get yourself excited again."

"I can't get comfortable," Tasha complained. "I don't know why you made me buy this thing."

"I didn't make you buy that, I was pushing for you to get that cute two-piece with the frills," Val retorted.

"I would never have fit in that in a million years!" said Tasha, trying to see if she could tuck her dong all the way between her legs and run it up the small of her back. It wasn't working out and ended up looking like she had a fleshy pink tail.

"At least this one has some coverage," she grunted.

"Suit yourself," said Valerie, laughing as Tasha tried unsuccessfully to roll her tremendous cock up like a jumbo cinnamon bun and stuff it all into the futa-cut swimsuit's pathetically-inadequate pouch.

***

Tony Renzetti's house was a large, two-story Mediterranean-style house in Hillsborough. Not quite big enough to be called a "mansion," but it was spacious and sprawling with a large terrace out front decorated with many tropical plants that were somewhat put-out by the sixty-degree California winter. Lights danced in the windows and the silhouettes of rowdy teens flittered across drawn shades. Groups of partygoers wandered the sidewalk in ones and twos, coming and going from the party, or maybe just grabbing a breath of fresh air.

The driveway was full and cars and every spot along the road was taken for a long way in both directions, forcing Valerie and Tasha to walk from their parking spot almost four houses uphill from the party, and they were big houses. The girls could feel the bass beat of the music in their bare feet as they walked up the terrace tiles to the front door and rang the bell.

"Tasha! Valerie! You made it!" Tony smiled as he greeted the girls at the door. His smile faltered when he got a better look at the state the girls were in. "What happened to you guys's hair?" he asked.

Both Valerie and Tasha's hair had been frozen in place by the windy car ride so that it swept back from their heads. Jingling cumcicles dangled from Valerie's wind-frozen ponytail and Tasha's hair looked like a frosty white wave captured in mid crest. Both girls were shivering so hard their knees knocked together. The cold had even shrunk Valerie's cock to a pathetic fourteen and a half inches!

"Who g-g-g-ives a s-s-s-shit!" said Valerie through chattering teeth. Her nipples were sticking out so far that they actually lifted her microkini entirely off the surface of her tits! "You gonna let us in or not?"

"Uh..." Tony had to snap out of his trance. He'd been staring at Tasha's chest. Tasha's nipples were, surprisingly, even longer and fatter than Valerie's, sticking out from her modest, pear-sized boobs like she had stuffed a pair of chocolate lava cakes down the front of her swimsuit. He shook himself back to reality. "Y-yeah sure, come right in."

He stood aside and allowed the chilly girls to push past him into the house. Their bare feet slapped on the tiles as they hurried into the foyer. The subsonic throb of powerful subwoofers permeated the warm air. Girlish laughter and loud conversation trickled out into the foyer from deeper inside.

"You two look like you could use a dip in the jacuzzi." Tony smiled.

"You have a jacuzzi!?" Valerie whirled, wild eyed, and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. "Where?"

"Just out the back through the sliding glass..." Tony realized a second too late that he was only talking to a Valerie-shaped cloud of dust. The cumcicles that had been dangling from her ponytail hung in midair for a half second before crashing to the ground.

"...door," Tony finished.

Tasha shivered and shot him a toothy, embarrassed smile.

Readers! Now it's your turn to choose your own sexy adventure! To follow Tasha's evening and go upstairs with Tony, go to Part 5. To find out what Valerie does in the hot tub, go to Part 6. Or you could just read both parts because it's not like they cancel each other out.

P.S. The deer Tasha jizzed on ended up jumping out in front of Luigi's car and he swerved off the road to avoid it while yelling "Mama Mia!" The trombonist was driving by and he played the "womp womp" music but it was all doppler shifted because he was driving by really fast.