“So, Father, what’s happening in the news?” Daphne turned and faced the back seat as Tommy piloted the Packard Twin Six north on Broadway in the midmorning traffic.
“Oh, all sorts of things,” Harvey replied, rattling his copy of the New York Times. “Here it says ‘Helen Dazu, twenty-three years old, an attractive blonde from Rumania—’”
“Blonde?” Daphne scoffed. “I already don’t like her. What did she do?”
“I’ll paraphrase. She stowed away on a ship in Naples and came to New York to marry some fellow… but his mother was opposed to the marriage… now Helen is being deported back to Europe… and she evidently gave some tirade about how European women are devoted wives but American women want to star in the moving pictures.” He shook his head. “All the news that’s fit to print, my foot. None of it makes any sense.”
“It sounds like the fellow was looking for an excuse to get rid of her,” Tommy grinned from the driver’s seat.
“I don’t blame him! She sounds like a real treat,” Daphne snorted. “Father, didn’t Mother’s ship stop in Naples when she came over as a little girl?”
“Yes, you’re right. Her family boarded in Trieste, and Naples was the final port of call in Europe before they sailed to New York.”
“Well, at least they had tickets and didn’t have to stow away,” Daphne laughed.
“Er, yes. Of course.” Harvey buried his face in his newspaper. “Oh, here’s an update about the play jury system that’s been causing trouble for that show Bunk of 1926.”
Daphne narrowed her eyes. “Are you trying to change the subject?”
Harvey sighed and put aside the paper. “Yes, I am. Look, sweetie, your mother can tell you the story better than I can.”
“Fine, be that way,” Daphne crossed her arms and pretended to pout.
“I intend to,” Harvey chuckled and looked ahead through the windshield. “Tommy, if you wouldn’t mind dropping me off at 116th Street…”
“Sure thing, Mr. Davenport.” Tommy decelerated, then eased over to the curb and let the engine idle as Harvey collected his hat and briefcase.
“Thanks for the lift; have fun at Orchard Beach, you two!” Harvey slid out of the car and closed the door behind him.
Tommy re-entered the flow of traffic, aiming for 125th Street to cut east through Harlem before heading into the Bronx. The two of them rode in silence for a few minutes. As they crossed the Willis Avenue Bridge, Daphne was idly looking out the window, daydreaming—
“Daphne—”
“Aah!” she yelped. “Sorry, you startled me.”
“Daphne,” Tommy began again, “I wasn’t implying anything when I said your parents would have grandchildren.”
“I know,” Daphne smiled. “It just so happens that I’m their only child, which means any grandchildren of theirs would be coming out of you-know-where.”
“All I meant was that they had a nice story about how they met. A story they could tell their hypothetical grandchildren without having to gloss over the details.”
“Can you imagine our story?” Daphne snickered. “Well, children, it all began when Auntie Julia introduced her cousin Tommy to her best friend Daphne. They had a wonderful time talking, then—”
“Daphne couldn’t talk any more because she had her mouth full of your uncles’ dicks,” Tommy laughed. “See, we’d need to leave out some of the finer points.”
“Humpf, I suppose so,” Daphne said with a giggle. Noticing movement in Tommy’s trousers, she feigned shock. “Tommy Culligan, are you getting hard?”
“I can’t help myself!” Tommy chortled. “The thought of you sucking dick, covered in cum…”
Daphne arched one eyebrow and moved closer on the bench seat, then reached out and began unbuttoning Tommy’s fly.
“Hey, what—”
“Just keep your eyes on the road. I’m going to service your crankshaft.” Daphne wiggled Tommy’s trousers and underdrawers down to his knees, then sank her plush lips onto his erect cock.
“Oh, jeez!” Tommy whooped as he accidentally tromped on the accelerator, causing the car to lurch forward and pressing Daphne’s left cheek against his stomach. Easing his foot back, he found the sweet spot and motored along East 138th Street, then carefully turned left onto Southern Boulevard as Daphne continued sucking and licking his stiff cock.
“Oh, Daphne,” he groaned. “Your cocksucking is out of this world.”
Daphne pulled herself off his dick with a popping sound and grinned as she pumped his dick with her right hand. In a weird voice she intoned “I’m from planet Venus and I’m here to suck your penis!”
Tommy laughed and began thrusting his hips, fucking Daphne’s fist.
“I’m from planet Jupiter, and my blowjobs make you stupider!”
“Ugga bugga,” Tommy babbled.
“I’m from planet Saturn, and I’m a dirty slattern!”
“All right, enough,” Tommy was laughing too hard to maintain control of the car or his cock. “It’s true, you’re a dirty slattern, and I love it, but I can’t keep this up. When we arrive at the beach, you’ll get yours.”
Daphne sat up again and lightly stroked Tommy’s cock the rest of the way as they continued along the Bronx Pelham Parkway and finally arrived at Orchard Beach. Tommy parked at the far end of the parking lot, then indicated the back seat with a nod of his head.
“Into the struggle buggy!” Daphne laughed as she clambered over the seat and began removing her yellow crepe dress. Tommy removed his hat and coat, then slid over the seat into the back, where there was more room to untie his shoes, and continued undressing. When they were both completely naked, Tommy knelt in front of Daphne and coaxed her legs apart. Well, coaxed. He touched her knees and she flung them out wide, exposing her trim black muff and sweet pink slit.
Daphne trailed her fingers down her body and began rubbing her engorged clit as Tommy dove in and began licking her labia urgently. He spread her apart with his fingertips and dove deeper, fucking her with his tongue while she frigged herself and squirmed on the seat. As the heat within her rose, she grabbed Tommy’s head with her other hand and ground his face into her crotch.
“Oh, fuck!” Daphne wailed as her fever broke and the heat washed over her. “Oh! Oh! Fuuuck!” Tommy moved up and rapidly licked her clit as Daphne tented her fingers around the hood. “Do not stop!” she commanded as she rocked from side to side. After a moment—
“All right, you can stop,” Daphne exhaled as she slumped back against the seat. Tommy sat up and gave her a long kiss, and Daphne greedily lapped at him, eager to taste herself. Tommy wiped her glistening juices off his chin and smeared his greasy hand across her chest. Daphne looked down at her shining tits with hooded eyes, then looked at Tommy expectantly.
“I’m going to fuck those gorgeous tits,” he declared, moving up to kneel on the seat, facing her. Her eyes widening with equal parts excitement and amusement, Daphne drooled a load of spit between her tits and Tommy immediately began banging her bazooms. Remembering what he liked the last time, she grasped his balls and pulled downwards as he closed his eyes in bliss and slashed his stiff sword between her sweater stretchers.
Daphne glanced out the side window and saw that a boy, probably sixteen or seventeen years old, was approaching the car with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. He peered in the window and did a double-take as Daphne smiled and blew him a kiss while Tommy continued jabbing her jugs. The boy turned away and ran a few steps, giving a piercing whistle and waving his arm to say Come here!
Tommy’s eyes flew open. “What was that?” he blurted.
“Don’t look now, but I think we’re about to have an audience,” Daphne purred.
“What? Daphne—”
“Just look into my eyes and keeping fucking my tits, T.C. There’s nobody else in the world—in the galaxy—besides you and me.”
By this time, half a dozen boys were crowding around the car, elbowing each other to get a better view. Daphne flashed a broad smile and gave them a wink, and they whooped and hollered back at her.
Tommy maintained eye contact with her while subtly shaking his head in amusement. “You love this, don’t you?” he said with a grin.
“Absolutely. Let’s give ‘em a real show. Fuck my face, Tommy!”
He slid his knees off the seat and stood on the floor with his back pressed against the high roof of the car. Daphne leaned forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth, causing a hush to fall around the perimeter as the boys gawped in utter disbelief. Tommy grabbed a fistful of her short black hair and pumped her head on his slick shaft. Recovering their wits, the boys erupted into shouts of approval, watching the raunchy spectacle unfold in front of them.
“Lemme fuck your tits again! I’m gonna cum!” Tommy panted.
Daphne hopped up and wrapped her succulent tits around his cock and he pounded away, egged on by the cheers from the peanut gallery.
Daphne looked down at Tommy’s purple dickhead, which was weeping precum between her boobs. “Do it, Tommy! Cum on my tits! Cum on my fucking face!” she roared.
“Daaamn!” Tommy bellowed, beating his meat furiously until his cock began spurting thick jets of cum. The first shot slapped against Daphne’s right cheek and bounced a small drop into her bangs, then the next shot caught her closer to the ear and dripped down into her hair. Daphne cooed with delight and turned her head so the next shot caught her on the left side, plastering her cheek and hair. Tommy aimed his dick at Daphne’s chest and pounded out some fat blasts that slipped and slid down her chest, coating her magnificent tits.
“Yes, do it!” Daphne groaned deliriously. “Shoot your cum all over my tits!”
When Tommy finally finished vandalizing Daphne’s chest, she lurched forward and impaled her mouth on his cock, sucking out the last remaining drops of salty sperm as the warm cum on her face oozed down and dripped onto her chest.
Daphne smiled wickedly, then turned to her left and pressed her filthy tits together with her hands, searing a vision of her mammaries into the memories of three of the boys while the other three got a good look at her ass. She then faced stage right to give the remainder of her audience a closer look at her gooey, glistening globes.
Tommy, lightly stroking his softening cock, said loudly “All right, fellas, the show’s over!” and banged on the roof. Daphne turned to center stage and licked Tommy’s dick one more time before giving it a final kiss and delicately waving her fingers at the boys. They clapped and cheered one last time, then began to disperse, punching each other on the shoulder and laughing as they sauntered away.
“Boy, what a fucking mess!” Daphne laughed in wonderment, looking down at her sperm-slicked tits. Using her hands, she scooped the cum off her face and tits and dumped it in her mouth. “Mmm, so good,” she moaned, licking her fingers. “I don’t ever want to do anything else besides eat your cum. You should try it,” she teased.
“Maybe next time,” Tommy demurred, finding his handkerchief and wiping the globs of cum out of her hair as best he could. After a pause, he asked, “Does that mean you want to be with me forever?”
“Of course I do, you boob. I love you, Tommy Culligan. And I love sucking your hot cock.”
“What a sweet thing to say,” Tommy laughed. “I love you, Daphne Davenport.”
“And?” Daphne asked sternly.
“And I love eating your sweet pussy,” Tommy grinned.
“That’s better,” Daphne giggled. “Well, I guess we’d better go swimming now; I ought to rinse the cum out of my hair before it gets all crusty. Can you get our bathing costumes from the front seat?”
As they dressed for the beach, a thought occurred to Tommy. “Hey Daphne, you’re pretty good at making up rhymes. What would you say if you were from planet Mercury?”
“Yeah, that’s a tough one. Uh, I’m from planet Mercury, grab your cock and jerk for me?”
“Hmm, not bad. How about Mars?”
“I’m a slut from planet Mars, my peep show is performed in cars.”
“Very nice,” Tommy laughed, then his face became serious again. “But there’s one of the eight planets in the solar system I’m still dying to visit.”
Daphne furrowed her brow. “What else is there… Neptune?”
Tommy grabbed Daphne’s ass and ran a finger up the crack outside her bathing costume, then whispered in her ear, “Your… anus.”
