Unknown - Charity Ball

Constance reached up and gave his nipples a tweak. Griffith bent into her and kissed the crack of her mouth lips.

Constance’s asshole went slack.

He gave her clit a whack.

Saw the ointment pulse from her snatch.’

Constance wrenched her body around and her asshole and vulva were displayed before Griffith’s face. She flexed her legs about his neck to draw him closer.

Griffith snagged her bum hole with one end of the ink-colored beads. He pressed the strand in, working quickly, uninterruptedly.

Constance twinged with the insertion of each pearl into her anus.

Spasms flared her limbs.

With several pearls dangling from her rim, Griffith brought her open-faced snatch down the head of his curlicued cockhead.

Constance’s cuntlips hogged on over the scrollike flare at the rear of the prick’s helmet like carapace.

Cataclysmic seizures took place at the forefront of Constance’s cunt.

Twatlips jabbered and juddered.

Constance shuddered with each slight cock stroke.

“Come again?” Griffith said.

He reached beneath Constance’s hobbling haunch. Snatched the dangling line of pearls.

“In-ni-ni!”

Griffith popped a pearlie spheroid from her pumping poopdeck. She tightened her neck.

The prickstem stabbed her once more. One more pearl popped from her asshole.

One more stipple of the initial tides of orgasm burst in Constance’s clitoris.

“Unh,” she sighed.

The prick did drive.

Her hips did writhe.

Fpth!

Another black pearl blew from her blowhole.

“Aw-naw-naw.”

Another mini-limax brought tears to her eyes.

“Now that we’ve gone on a ways,” Griffith said.

“How well do you know your lady friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like we have to watch them from now on. What are their habits. And don’t tell me you really don’t know what I mean.”

“Where should I start?”

“How about Morngana? Any visitors? Phone calls? She smoke locoweed, blow candicaine?”

“Yeah. Everything you said. Same for Veronica, to save your asking. How you gonna tail those two?”

“Customarily, you and I would brief one of my operatives-maybe one male and one female. But for this operation, I think I had a better idea.”

“Fuck harder while you talk.”

“Only while I talk? Better keep talking then. You know how in some of those mystery books there’s a mystery writer who accidentally gets mixed up in a real case?”

“Yeah. Asinine premise, isn’t it?”

“That’s why I think it’s a good idea. You helping me out on this investigation, I mean.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“No. You’re shitting pearls.”

Griffith rubbed her rump.

Her ass melted in his grip. He pipped several more pearls from Constance’s asshole.

Griffith humped fiercely into her cunt. Then pulled the pecker out to the tip.

“Like for instance?” Constance said.

“Where’s Veronica going after she leaves here?”

“London. Tomorrow morning. She’s connecting with the rest of the national team there to practice for an international competition.”

“You planning to accompany her?”

“Actually, I was planning to meet her there later in the week. I am on the finance committee of the national team. And it would give me an excuse to drop in on my husband-”

“Which one? Current husband or the ex?”

“The lord.”

“Just checking it out. Can you keep an eye on Veronica at all times?”

“She’s traveling with the team-officially. But I could set it up so that she would actually be staying with Morrigana and me-even on the nights prior to her events.”

“Better that way. At least both bitchmeats would be operating out of the same digs.”

“Operating?”

“You know I know the story that Morrigana’s supposed to be some kind of poor relation to your first husband-the Drug King Blood Royal of Cuba.”

“So she sees Arturo. What would you expect?”

“That you do too.”

“On a business level. He funds our charity work. Whatever else he does-”

“Tell me about it. It’s her we watch. But first let me tell you about how the tush of that Veronica involves a lot of hairy involutions.”

“That I don’t know? She’s an American cousin to my present husband.”

“You know all about her and the lord.”

“Shee-suss H. Fuckingchrist the bloodyfucking third. That’s her business. And his. Also mine, but I choose not to interfere in what are after all private interpersonal matters that only involve the flesh.”

“Involves more than flesh.”

“You think any actions other than stupid ones are influenced by love?”

“The rich are in general more genial, I am sure. But sexual manipulation and other fun and games have been known to play their parts-”

“In many a schemers heart. Now ream me out.”

Constance’s rectum exploded its nerve endings as Griffith’s fingers burbied the remainder of the strand of pearls from her rectum. Her fannycheeks shuddered and her assrim quavered.

Her tongue savored sweat.

Griffith’s cockhead grinned as it bit in again to the chin of her quim.

The prick slid within.

Constance’s ass shimmied as the inky nacre of the dank pearls belched from her bum.

She hummed.

Twirled her tongue.

Griffith fobbed her buns.

Pulling the baubles out.

Pearl after pearl.

Orgasm after orgasm.

Griffith’s penis backed from Constance’s cunny.

He jacked once.

Scum barfed from the hoghead.

Semen streaked like liquid pearl through the softly tinted sunlight.

Parrots screeched “Fistfьck! Fistfuck! Fuck again, honey. Fuck! Fuck!”

The nacreous spermlets snaked against Constance’s face.

The pullulating pussy smacked against Griffith’s hefty ballocks.

The string of black beads bobbled against the front of Griffith’s thighs as he continued to ejaculate juice onto Constance’s tits.

She took one more hit of jizz in the face.

Come draped from her eyelashes. Lined her cheeks with pearlescent streaks.

Dashed onto her chin as the remaining chunks of jissom tumbled from his pricktip.

“Tell me more,” Constance said.

“Why? You sore?”

“Not sore enough. But I want to be bored. That really hurts me a lot.”

“I’ll tell you how you’re going to set up a tail on your lady friends in London.”

“Tell it to me later. On the way there tomorrow morning on the plane.”

“Oh, no. That’s your solo gig.”

“You wouldn’t think I’d undertake this jaunt without you-”

“It’s an easy stint. I’ll just give you a few hints and you can handle it.”

“Why don’t you wrap those beads around your balls real tight? Then collar your pecker with the other end. I want to suck them.”

“First tell me something I don’t know about you or the girls or these pearls.”

“Like what? You seem to be keened in on everything.”

“Offhand, in their present state, I cannot tell for sure if the pearls are fake.”

“Guess.”

“Yes.”

Constance wove the strand of baubles about Griffith’s ballocks.

She noosed the neck of the prick and pulled the nacreous bead into a tight cockring.

“No, these are not the fakes,” Constance said.

“I keep the fake ones as decoys and backups in the safe, as you certainly know by now.”

“See what I mean about your friends, Constance?

There were no pearls in the safe. And the spring to the screen door of this greenhouse wasn’t broken either. Tell me something, Lady Constance. Is either of us smart enough to fuck and talk at the same time or what?”