Rax Rabble Rouser

*Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Seven miles was a long, long walk. Thankfully, Daphne Brown had anger to fuel her stride. Walking with purpose along Congress Drive, the eighteen year old girl cursed Noah Books, her boyfriend.

"Ex-boyfriend!" she screamed, walking westbound along the east bound side of the two lane asphalt road.

Her stupid cell phone was in his car, charging on the car adapter. She wouldn't put it past Noah to simply toss the old device out of his car; he could be a passive-aggressive vindictive prick at times.

Every now and then, someone would blare their horn at her as they drove past. Every now and then, someone would scream something from their car window as they whizzed past. Each time, Daphne would jump, startled. She wanted to flip them off but knew some people needed very little provocation to entice them to pull over to the shoulder of the road and retaliate.

Again, she tried to tug her far too short, far too tight William Maclay High School tee shirt down. She'd felt a little naughty, a little daring wearing her shortest Daisy Duke cut-offs and her old tee shirt as she left the house this morning. Now, as the afternoon sun crept toward early evening, she wished she'd at least brought her hoody with her. She knew a good amount of her buttocks were exposed to anyone coming up behind her. Her braless 34DD breasts jostled and wobbled and the maddening rub-rub-rub of the thin tee shirt material had her light brown areolae crinkled tight, her nipples sticking straight out. So, anyone approaching her along the east lane was getting an eyeful of her breasts and nipples.

Reaching Highway 17, she crossed over the two lanes of Congress Drive so that she could walk along the northbound side of the road. Traffic was much heavier on the four lane asphalt road; she steeled herself for the horn blaring and immature, thoughtless screams of passers-by that was sure to continue.

*.*

The intercom crackled a split-second before Ben Franklin heard the 'ding.' He continued to monitor the road even as he responded.

"Yes ma'am?" he answered his employer's summon.

"Franklin. That girl. Did you see that girl? Pull over," came the disembodied voice of his employer.

"Ma'am. Are you sure this is a wise idea?" Franklin responded even as he pulled to the shoulder of Highway 17.

"Of course not," his employer giggled.

Franklin watched in the passenger side view mirror as the young girl slowed her stride. His eyes also looked into the rear view camera and the driver's side view mirror. He nodded his head with approval; the girl did possess a truly delectable rear end and her breasts were monumental. Even though the letters were distended, he recognized the MaclayHigh School tee shirt the young lady wore.

"Class of Oh nine; go Lions!" he thought as the girl cautiously drew near to the limousine.

Her brunette hair was in a pixie cut just reaching her square jaw. Her large brown eyes were under two meticulously shaped brown slashes and her nose was a pug nose. He could not see her cute sprinkling of freckles across cheeks and nose. He could see her pouting lips drawn tight as she cautiously approached the idling limousine.

"Hi! Want a ride?" Jackie Zuna asked, sticking her head out of the rear window of the limousine.

Even before the young girl could nod her head in agreement, Jackie held her left hand out of the window, displaying an expertly rolled fat joint.

Franklin saw the young girl smile and nod her head in agreement. He shook his head at his employer's antics.

"No class," Franklin muttered to himself. "Mrs. Zuna, you are one classless woman, I tell you that."

He quickly unlocked the rear passenger door for the young girl and continued to watch as the girl got into the rear seat of the limo. Those breasts appeared to be unfettered, the way they moved in the very snug tee shirt. Once she was in, he again engaged the lock. Impatiently, he waited for Jackie to raise the window before pulling onto Highway 17 again. When Mrs. Zuna did not raise the window, he used his panel to raise the rear passenger window.

"Come on, come on; where? Where is this little urchin going?" Franklin muttered, finger itching to jam the intercom button.

As he neared the turnoff for the Zuna estate, he did finally press the button. Opening the link between front and rear seats, he could hear the little guttersnipe coughing harshly. He could hear his employer's delighted giggles as the girl coughed on the potent St. Genevieve marijuana. He could also hear her favorite Leroy Jenkins tune playing softly.

"Ma'am? Where is our passenger headed, please?" he asked.

"Huh? OH! Oh, I, I didn't even ask her. Daphne? You, you want to; Franklin, just keep driving. Us girls? Are having us a little par-tay."

"Yes ma'am," Franklin said, passing their turnoff.

"No class," he repeated as he closed the link between front and rear seats.

*.*

Daphne was already feeling the weariness of the long trek ahead. Her anger toward Noah had morphed into full-blown hatred by this point. He was the one that had encouraged her to dress like this; it turned him on to see her looking so sexy. She'd agreed; it was an unusually warm day for early March. Then he got mad when some boys noticed her in her provocative outfit and dared approach them.

"Jesus! Like I WANTED them to come on over?" she muttered. "You're the dumb ass cocksucker told me..."

Daphne faltered in her step; a long black car suddenly slowed and pulled to the side of the road. She looked around; was there anywhere she could run to? But, there was nothing but open grassy fields on either side of Highway 17 along this stretch of the four lane road.

She warily watched the idling automobile, almost turning to run when the rear window slid down. The window went halfway down; why did the windows in the front always go all the way down but the windows in the rear only went about halfway down?

"Hi! Want a ride?" an older blonde woman smiled, sticking her head out of the rear of the limousine.

Before Daphne could agree, the woman held a nice, fat looking joint out the window. Daphne readily agreed, smiling and nodding her head.

Daphne rarely had opportunities to smoke marijuana. She'd smoked a few times, enjoyed the nice, relaxed, mellow feeling marijuana brought about. But since she was chronically broke and Noah was such a cheap asshole, they rarely had any money for marijuana.

"Got all the suck ass Gratchley's fucking Beer you want, though," Daphne thought as she opened the rear door of the car.

"Hi!" the very pretty blonde woman enthused, lighting the joint. "I'm Jackie."

"Hey, Jackie. Daphne," Daphne said, watching the woman give a mammoth hit to the joint.

The window slid up and they were soon on the highway. Daphne took a gargantuan hit of the joint and immediately felt like coughing. She held the joint out to Jackie, who took it from her fingers and released her own smoke from her lungs.

There was some very weird music playing as the large automobile drove along the highway. Daphne took another enormous hit from the smoldering joint. Two hits and she was already feeling the effects. She burst out coughing when there was an audible 'ding' and Jackie started giggling.

A voice asked where she was going. Before Daphne could answer, giving the deep male voice her address, Jackie was telling this Franklin voice to just keep driving.

They finished the joint and Jackie poured some Guadalupe Victoria into a crystal goblet. Daphne took the offered goblet and took a gulp of the liquid. She almost sprayed the tequila onto the opaque glass screen that separated them from the unseen voice, the driver. She managed to choke the fiery liquor down and watched through teary eyes as her benefactor drank easily from her own goblet.

"Oh, oh! I, I'm such a ditz sometimes! How old are you, Sweetie?" Jackie blurted out as Daphne managed to swallow some more of the tequila.

"I'm eighteen," Daphne said, drinking from the heavy goblet again. "This, you know? Once you get used to this? This is pretty good stuff."

Jackie answered Daphne with a soft kiss to her lips. Daphne jerked back, staring at the woman in surprise.

Jackie was beautiful, poised, and elegant. Her blonde hair had just a few strands of silver throughout. Her hair was styled very well in a 'careless' sweep that hung asymmetrically from right to left, framing her oval face. Her hair hung down, just touching her shoulders. Her light blue eyes twinkled; Daphne could just see small crow's feet beginning to show at the corners of the woman's eyes. Her nose was small with a cute little upsweep to it and her lips were a cute little cupid's bow.

The dress, Daphne couldn't tell one designer from another, but she could tell the sleeveless dress was tailored specifically for this woman. It was very elegant even in its simplicity. The color was ivory, highlighting Jackie's gold hair and gold jewelry very well.

The dress cradled Jackie's form, displaying a goodly amount of cleavage. The hem rose up, displaying sleek, tanned legs. Again, Daphne didn't know one designer from another, but the sandals on the woman's feet certainly did not look like they came from the local Save-Well store.

Jackie kissed her again. And, again, Daphne was confused by the elegant woman's actions. There was an odd whirring, buzzing in her head and that buzzing had nothing to do with the potent marijuana they were smoking. It had nothing to do with the strong alcohol they were consuming.

"I, you. Jackie, are you, are you gay?" Daphne managed to ask, tongue feeling thick in her mouth.

"I don't know," Jackie giggled happily. "I've never done this before. Want to smoke another joint?"

Before Daphne could answer in the affirmative, Jackie was kissing her again. Daphne froze for a millisecond, then tried to stop Jackie's hands as the older woman edged the hem of her tee shirt up.

"The, that driver," Daphne hissed, pulling her lips from Jackie's bruising kiss.

"Window's tinted; he can't see back here," Jackie assured the young woman, again tugging the tee shirt up.

The older woman did not tell the cute, overly developed eighteen year old about the three cameras in the rear of the limousine. Each camera downloaded onto her cell phone and onto the Cloud. Jackie planned to watch this delightful little encounter later on from the comfort of her bed.

"Oh! Oh, Sweetheart, they're, those are the prettiest titties," Jackie enthused as Daphne's lightly tanned breasts bobbled into view. "Oh, I, I just love those nips. You ever think of getting them pierced?"

Daphne grunted as Jackie's lips wrapped round her left nipple, sucking forcefully at the hard nub. Jackie's left hand played with Daphne's right breast while her lips, teeth and tongue played with Daphne's left areole and nipple.

"They, those would look perfect; some gold hoops," Jackie stated and wiggled her dress down, baring her own torso for Daphne's perusal.

As Daphne watched, Jackie unclipped her virginal white satin bra. Her 36DD breasts sprung out. And each hard light brown nipple had a thick gold hoop threaded through them. Dangling from each hoop was a glittering white stone; Daphne was sure the large stones were not cheap glass.

"Oh! Oh yes, Sweetie," Jackie laughed happily as Daphne captured one of Jackie's nipples in her mouth.

Daphne could taste the woman's skin lotion or perfume; it was somewhat acidic on her tongue. She could also taste the woman's sweat. And, the hoop caused a metallic taste on her tongue. And, while she sucked on Jackie's nipple, Daphne asked herself what she was doing. She wasn't gay.

While Daphne suckled on her first nipple, using tongue and light suction to pleasure the older woman, Jackie wiggled out of her dress. She then gently pulled Daphne's inexperienced mouth from her nipple and softly kissed the girl's gasping mouth.

While thrusting her tongue into Daphne's mouth, Jackie unsnapped Daphne's shorts. Her other arm held the girl close, breast to breast. Daphne reached up and fondled Jackie's breasts, causing Jackie to gasp, then coo in pleasure when Daphne tugged at Jackie's nipple hoops.

Daphne's head was in a fog by now. The marijuana, the tequila and the sexual energy were overwhelming her senses and sensibilities. She marveled at the weight of Jackie's breasts, the rubbery texture of her crinkled areolae, the thickness of the large hoops. Kissing Jackie, Daphne marveled at the texture of the older woman's lips, the texture of her tongue. She shivered as she felt Jackie's fingers rub along her plump pubic mound.

"Oh! Oh yes, oh, what, what a pretty pussy!" Jackie enthused, running her hands over Daphne's bald pubic mound. "Can i?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jackie yanked Daphne's cutoff shorts down and off of her legs. Daphne gasped out as Jackie's fingers delved into her very wet pussy.

"Oh, oh, you, you are just too sexy!" Jackie giggled, kissing Daphne deeply.

Daphne watched, somewhat stupefied as Jackie wiggled onto the floor of the car, kneeling between Daphne's legs. She ground her teeth as she felt Jackie's breath blow across her slick inner lips. She gasped out as Jackie's tongue licked up and down her moist folds.

"Oh, oh Sweetheart yes," Jackie moaned, using her hands to open Daphne's sex for her probing tongue.

Daphne's orgasm was quick to come. Her hostess used her skillful tongue and lips on Daphne's extremely overheated sex, seeking out Daphne's fat clitoris. Then, as Daphne grunted and shook in orgasm, Jackie lapped at Daphne's nectar.

"I, I want to buy those clothes from you," Jackie announced after wiggling onto the seat again.

"Huh?" Daphne asked.

"Your clothes. Your shorts and your shirt. They smell, they smell like you," Jackie said, lighting another joint. "Give you a hundred bucks for them."

"I, then, them what I'm going wear?" Daphne asked, now covering her nude body with her hands.

""Hmm, what, what size are you?" Jackie asked, eyeballing Daphne. "What? About a thirty four doubled? Right?"

Daphne gave the odd woman her physical measurements. She took the smoldering joint and sucked greedily on the joint while Jackie tapped out some numbers then spoke into her cell phone. Then when Jackie took the joint from her fingers, Daphne wiggled onto the floor of the car and seized Jackie's silk panties in her stubby little hands. Jackie squealed with delight and raised her buttocks from the car seat.

Jackie's pussy was covered by a dense thick carpet of blonde curls. When she spread her legs, Daphne could see Jackie's light pink inner lips, plump and shiny with Jackie's excitement. Using her hands, Daphne forced the older woman's thighs apart and brought her face close to Jackie's furry crotch. The scent wafting from the older woman's pussy was overwhelming; she needed to taste the woman's nectar. Flattening her tongue, Daphne dragged her tongue along the puffy lips from bottom to top. Then using her fingers, she opened Jackie's slit and delved her tongue into the woman's honey pot.

Finding Jackie's clitoris was easy; the woman had a clitoral piercing. The heavy gold ring actually went through the hood of her clitoris and Daphne vreifly thought of how maddening it must be; to have that ring rub, rub, rub constantly against her clitoris.

"Oh dear God, yes!" Jackie cried out and Daphne felt her face become wet.

She lapped at Jackie's essences while the woman grunted and bucked. Then when the woman settled her magnificent buttocks onto the plush leather seat once more, Daphne located Jackie's clitoris again.

"Oh, oh dear girl, you, you must stop," Jackie cried out in a second orgasm.

*.*

Franklin heard a soft chime. He allowed his eyes to flicker down from the traffic to observe that the car was in need of refueling. He and his employer had been cruising aimlessly for nearly four hours now and the large automobile was quite greedy in fuel consumption. He looked up and gently eased on the brake pedal as an immature young man swerved onto the highway from a convenience store's parking lot. The young man seemed to believe that Franklin was at fault and flipped Franklin the middle finger.

"Oh, you wish, buddy," Franklin smiled tightly. "I was in my truck? Ain't no way you'd even think twice of doing that shit."

He pressed the button for the intercom. When the channel was open, he could hear his employer's cries of pleasure and her odd screeching and squalling music.

"Ma'am, I am stopping to refuel the automobile," he declared, then cut the connection.

He did not feel comfortable eavesdropping on his employer's private moments. He did congratulate her on her skillful seduction of the young passenger, even feeling a little twinge in his trousers. But it was a private moment and should be treated with decorum, with respect.

"Even if you are one classless broad, don't mean I got to be classless," he smirked as he pulled off of the highway into a gas station.

Stepping out of the automobile, he approached the pump, slid the card in and pressed the correct buttons. Hefting the nozzle from the pump, he began to fill the tank. He looked over when the rear window of the limousine slid down. He fought down the smirk as the young passenger squealed in alarm.

"Hey, Franklin?" Jackie called out, smiling blissfully from the rear seat.

"Yes, Mrs. Zuna," he said, eyes fixed on her lively blue eyes, not on her nude breasts that were plainly visible through the open window.

"We need to stop off at Rosenberg's?" Jackie announced as Daphne attempted to cower behind Jackie, hiding her nude body.

"Yes ma'am. Are they expecting us?" Franklin asked as the pump continued to fill the tank.

"Uh huh. I just called them; Daphne quit! He can't see you. He isn't even looking at you. Quit," Jackie said then turned to giggle at her acquaintance's antics.

"Oh, I can see her just fine," Franklin thought as he caught sight of ripe breasts and a delightfully hairless mound.

"Very well, ma'am," Franklin said, turning when the pump clicked off.

He watched the two nude women out of his peripheral field of vision as he replaced the nozzle into the pump. The young woman did have very nice breasts, capped with light brown areolae and hard nipples. Her pubic mound was hairless and pronounced; he was able to see a flash of light pink labia before the window again slid up.

Isaac Rosenberg knew his clientele. Therefore, his boutique was in a modern glass and steel building. Isaac had his nineteen year old son come out every morning, even Sundays and Mondays when they were closed and hose each black glass panel with ammonia and water, then use the squeeze attached to a thirty two foot pole. The exterior of the Rosenberg Building gleamed each day.

His twenty three year old daughter Sarah sat in the small lobby of the building to greet each person. The lobby had very uncomfortable modern chairs for their clientele and hopeful clientele to endure while they waited for an audience with Isaac Rosenberg. The beautiful young woman wore nothing but Rosenberg creations as she sat, the haughty queen of her domain. Those that were on the list were ushered into the belly of the viewing area; those that were not on the list would sit and wait to be granted permission to enter the viewing area. Sarah would make those unfortunate visitors wait for as long as three hours. Depending on their demeanor, depending on how much they groveled, they would either be sent away or finally allowed to enter the inner domain of Isaac Rosenberg.