Unknown - Charity Ball

Nuts clanked together.

Lather erupted up the wafting scrotum through the twining ejaculatory ducts.

Smutch tore through a sharp turn in the spermatic cords.

Bilge bulged at the base of the engorged penis and barreled down the shaft.

Spermlets raced neck and neck toward the light at the opening of the cockhead.

Veronica gave the pullulating penis a jab with her tongue.

Her lips milked the charging bull as it horned deeper, goring her gullet.

The first pellet of come crackled against her tonsils.

Dripped slickly to her tum-tum.

The next blast of jissom was a white-hot splash to the inside of her teeth.

Seed glistened her smile.

Prick pumping all the while.

Veronica knew how to chew in style.

On the next hump, Griffith shot semen directly into her stomach.

And piles of gnarled goo tumbled from her chin to her chest.

She worked the muck into her breasts.

Melting the nuggets of jissom into her breastflesh. Shellacking her nippletips with tweaking turns of her fists.

Griffith pried himself from her puss. Peeled his underside from her face.

Slid on spread haunches over her sperm-caked cookies to rest his asshole like an octopus’s sucker on her bellybutton.

Coming to rest on her waist.

He kissed her face.

“Don’t do that,” Veronica said warily. “I’m not quite in the mood.”

She winked one eye.

“Try this instead.”

She leaned backward.

Brought her heels up underneath her fanny and turned out her knees.

“You may kiss me here again if you please.”

She opened her crack.

Slinked on her back.

Undulated like a snake.

Griffith took the hint.

His eyes glinted.

He licked her snatch in the wake of her giggling wriggling.

Then Veronica twinged.

Flung all her limbs in a wide arc. Slid onto her stomach and posed with raised rump.

“Get hold of my hair from back there. But don’t tear it with your teeth.”

She waggled her meat.

Turned her head around and stared at him blankly.

Addressed him frankly.

“Know what? I’d like you to suck me. And don’t stop till after I come.”

“As the lady requests.”

“When you’re done there, stick your tongue inside my asshole and run it around in circles. Then you can stick your prick there.”

“Dream on,” Griffith said. “I’ve gotten my fillings all caked with your cuntslime already. I’d like to try a new flavor.”

He pointed toward her torso with a wiggling finger.

“First, Veronica dear, I’m going to fuck on you right there.”

“Where?”

With a stifled yelp, Griffith jammed his penis up the outside of her ribcage.

The enraged cockhead came to rest in the flap of skin beside her chest.

Prickmeat petted the inside of Veronica’s armpit. Working in and out as though it were but another orifice.

“Eeeeeh.”

Veronica’s underarms were charmed by the squiggling prick. She buckled, tickled half to death, twanger tight by her tit.

“Such wit,” she stammered. “Now hammer me where it really does some good.”

Prick curved outward.

Tight as hardwood.

Griffith aimed his spear stick at the yammering target of Veronica’s ass.

Slid into the crack.

His penis bent.

Snapped out straight.

Glanced off the sides of her asscheeks. Twirled around underneath.

“You’ll never get it in that way,” Veronica crowed. “The chlorine makes my skin go dry.”

Griffith wiped his fingers through her snatch.

He daubed the raised rim of Veronica’s anal donut with the slippery goo.

Then smooched the pink pucker with the flaps of his mouth lips.

His tongue traveled inside her yielding hide with tapered tip. She wove circles in the air with the torsion of her hips.

Asshole opened like the mouth of a fish.

Rim kissing lips.

Gripping tongue tip.

The musty flavor of Veronica’s fanny crawled through Griffith’s gullet.

He pulled his facecheeks reluctantly from between her buttocks. Lanced into her armpit with straight tongue.

Licked out.

As his penis snicked the edge of her bung.

“Aaaaanh.”

This time the cock squeaked in easily.

Curved up inside her haunch.

Lapping Veronica’s underarms in double-time, Griffith axed all the way up Veronica’s buns on the first slide.

Then he drew back.

“No.”

Pulled his dong out.

Then nuzzled it back in.

Asshole oinked once.

Cockhead buried to the neck. “Ahhhh.”

Fucking and sucking in counterpoint, Griffith anointed the conchlike interior of Veronica’s earcups with the message of his mission.

“You are familiar, I take it, with the missing beads?”

“Indeed.”

“Any guesses where they might have landed?”

“Didn’t know they flew anywhere. Unh. Keep that fuck going in my rump.”

“You knew where the pearls were kept?”

“Pump. Yes. Oh, pump.”

“Where?”

“Unh. In Constance’s chest of drawers. In her bedroom. Oh, gawddamnit. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck my asshole hard. Harder!”

“In her drawers?”

“In-unh-with-unh-her-unh-lingerie. Oh, please. Fuck my ass some more. Break my fucking buns. Just fuck-fuck-fuck me.”

“Did everybody know where she kept those things?”

“Just a couple of her friends.”

“Real close ones, huh? Like you and Morrigana. Her girlfriends. Any men?”

“Oh, Jee-susss! It’s so yummy with your dick up my ass to my tummy. So Morrigana knew too? Figures. Morrigana’s so nosy. How the flick should I know whether Constance told any dudes?”

Griffith corkscrewed his cock deeper into Veronica’s easygoing asshole.

He tugged her jugs as she pressed her cold assmeat into his belly.

Veronica winced.

Bouncing like jelly.

“Shit,” Veronica gagged. “I’m dead.”

Fission of senses streaked through her head. She heard colors. Saw sounds.

Orgasm caressed her brain.

Blowhole babbled in climax.

Griffith randied her rectum.

Chattered into Veronica’s straining face, held next to his in embrace.

“You ever see Constance wear the gewgaws?”

“Fuck me. Can’t I even come around here? Wear them? Only to some charity affairs.”

“What’s that?”

“You gotta fuck that ass with that prick! Just let me come awhile, huh?”

“Affairs. Constance wore the pearls to affairs.

“What kind were they?”

“Oh, fuck. It’s over now, you aaaaasshole. Constance wore those whory-booking black baubles to balls. Dinners. Polo matches or tennis tourneys where they gamble and the pot goes to deserving charities and such.”

“Noble pastimes.”

With a sneer, Veronica wrenched her rear end to the side.

Griffith’s prong squealed from her bung. Her bum nipped shut with a smack.

“Your haaaaawg’s snout is a dinky pigshit-feeder.” she snapped. “Sowfucker, fuck your piglet brother. You buttered my rump and then wouldn’t let me get over the hump. Go suck a pregnant skunk, man.”

“Anyone who attends these charitable affairs have a professional interest in pearl diving?”

“Give me a break. My asshole aches. You got off nicely right down my throat. I have to be satisfied with a few little jolts”

“About Constance’s habits? She misplace her things-often?”

Veronica wiped around the rim of her asshole with a finger.

Sniffed the fingertip in her nostril. Glared straight into Griffith’s face.

“Try asking the lady herself,” she said. “Isn’t that like something you’re paid to do?”

“In due time.”

“Oh, I see,” Veronica said, narrowing her eyes. “Like, first you want to have the all the answers yourself. So you can see if Constance is lying when you pretend to try to get it out of her.”