The moistness freshened his gait.
"You get naked, Channing."
Her camisole top rode up above her bounding jugs. Channing's mug munched mounds of thick milk glands, tips of nipple.
Her panties were slipping down, propelled by Channing's expertise in the matter at hand. Her knees came together.
The lace trim of her underpants dripped with her snatchwater as Channing brushed them to her ankles. Suzanne raised a limb.
Dangled her dank undies from her toes.
Channing rose.
Took the moist underpants between his teeth at the crotch.
He whipped his head back.
Sucking at them.
Tasting the dabs of brine Suzanne's snatch had left behind.
"You still have your clothes on, Channing," Suzanne said. "You afraid of me?"
Suzanne whooshed her top up over her head with a flex of her arms.
Her knockers rose and dropped. Boobs bounced several times and snapped back into place on her chest. But they didn't rest.
She rolled Channing back and pressed her tits to his chest. Rolled her thighs into him and gave his mouth a workout with her tongue.
"Guess you'll have to rape me," Channing said.
"Or give me head."
Suzanne groped forward and grabbed the lapels of Channing's smoking gown. She spread the front of the garment apart.
Saw his prick jump with a start.
The dick flew into her lips like a dart.
Dirking her yip.
Suzanne's mouth flipped up.
Taking the dicktip into the cavern behind her teeth. Squeezing on the knob.
Pestering it with her tongue.
"Eaugh."
"Had enough, Channing?"
"Sure."
"Want me to stop?"
"I beg you to."
"Ha ha ha!"
Suzanne suckered cock some more.
Channing ravaged her jaw. Humping, pumping, bucking like a bronco.
Kicking cock down her maw.
Shooting his ass back.
Letting her stretch out his dick by holding it tightly between her teeth.
Pressing her tongue up. Just behind the cockhead underneath, at the neck.
Slathering the prick with her saliva.
As she slammed her jaw down to his belly. Shaking his nuts with the impact.
She dragged her head back once more. Lapping all the way.
Licked across the dicktip sideways.
Channing reeled back in a daze.
Suzanne slanted her fingers up his legs.
Dashed her digits at his nuts.
"Ngh."
Pressed one between thumb and forefinger. Took it between her teeth.
"Ah."
Her suction brought the nougat wholly within her mouth. She rolled it with her tongue.
While jacking his stalk.
Suzanne felt the testicle grow larger in her yip as she mauled it in her maw. Gnawed nutmeat, so soft and yet so hard.
"We need a drink," Suzanne said.
Suzanne blew the ballock from between her teeth. She wrenched her head about as Channing moved slightly and bit his asscheek.
From behind, Suzanne rubbed her split cunt up and down his calves like a dog jacking off on someone's-anyone's-leg.
Channing shrugged his robe off, twisting his twanger into Suzanne's face.
He handled the champagne bottle with both delicacy and grace.
Still rutting Suzanne in the mouth.
He uncorked the magnum bottle without losing a trace of the frothing wine.
As Suzanne turned his nutnuggets into a stew.
Channing then poured out two tulip-shaped glasses of champagne. He brought one to his own mouthlips, and the other one between Suzanne's bent knees to her twatlips.
He took a shot of the bubbly into his craw. Held the glass to Suzanne's chomping facecheeks. Lifted her chin.
She yanked her head away from Channing's prick long enough to gargle down some bubbly. Then went back to gnawing stubble.
Channing scrubbed Suzanne's cuntfur with the other tulip. He scraped some running cuntcome onto the rim of the champagne glass.
Brought it out. Sloshed the champagne about the sides of the longstemmed vessel.
"Toast," he said.
"To what?"
"Your twat."
"To mine."
They both took turns gulping down the mixture of twat juice and champagne.
When the glass was drained, Channing filled up another round.
Without a toast, the glasses went down. Then another setup was filled.
And they rolled together on the rug.
"You'll fuck me now, Channing. You can't escape me anymore.
"Right."
Suzanne's legs opened with a snap.
Channing's buns blew forth.
He contracted his assmuscles and sent his pelvis against her twat.
Suzanne grabbed the head of his dick before it ground into her pussy.
"Stop. Not yet."
"Oh. Pretending you're a virgin again," Channing said with a grin.
"Yes. Easy on the way in."
"Think you'll bleed?"
"I hope so. My period's due any minute."
"Hey-Miss Ex-virgin."
"You bastard. I wanted it to seem romantic. At least the first time."
"Couldn't help it. Your virgin cunt was so famished it sucked my cock right on in. Of its very own volition-in some haste, I might had. You think I'm mad?"
"No, Channing. I think your prick shows exquisite taste in twat."
Channing throttled on in. He had fucked [so often lately it felt like coming home again.
Well, the two were connected. Whenever he came back home from school, he fucked Suzanne. They were usually on vacations at the same time.
"So how was the Middle East," Suzanne said as he chugged her quim.
"Had a fine time."
"Who'd you go with."
"Thought I mentioned it before? Chap from school last yean"
"Who'd you fuck?"
"Unfortunately, no one. Everywhere we went the Arabs were showing hardons for little boys and such. And all the women looked as though the had bugs. And floppy jugs on any over seventeen."
"Is that so young?"
"Well, you know."
"Now that you've been graduated from college, you think you're a mature man."
"No. I think I'm going to law school."
"Like everyone else."
"So what? Give me a few more years to swing. Could always go into politics."
"You said yourself this is a hick state. I think you're right. I know after I finish school I'm not coming back here."
"Who the fuck knows at this point, really? At any rate, this guy I was with now has a job with the state department. Got diplomatic status through family ties-and when we came back we just loaded his diplomatic pouch with hashish and opium. Blew right through customs. Didn't even give us a look."
"Christ, Channing. You got any here?"
He lost the train of conversation. Breaking into a lurid sweat.
Launching his prick once again.
Spearing Suzanne to the root.
"Uhuhuh."
He crushed her boobs with his curling fingers as he hung his hog up between her legs. Stabbing upward, he boffed her behind with his balls.
Dragged the dick out to the head.
Held it there.
"Oh. Can't stand it when you stop. Fuck. Fuck-fuck. Fuck!"
Channing slammed his crane into her quim.
Driving her back against the taxidermized head of the grizzly bear.
She felt the hairs of the bearskin rug stipple her hiney. She fucked back blindly.
Driving her cunt up his staff.
Suzanne felt him about to blast off.
She jacked her body.
Herky-jerked her head.
Wrenched herself off his sizzling spit.
Seized a champagne glass. Brought it up just under her slit.
A chunk of come coughed out.
Suzanne caught the gob of goo in the glass. Plopped in with a splash.
Another dash of jissom gashed across the edge of the glass. Spattered into Suzanne's face.
"Yum."
Suzanne licked it from her chin.
Lapped it from the wineglass rim.
As fresh jissom draped the rest of her face in slowly spurting curtains.
Channing and Suzanne downed the remains of the jissom and champagne. They gargled it, spat it, rubbed it into each other's manes.
Then went at it again.
Suzanne hopped about.
Butt facing up.
Honking off his twanger with both of her hands. Hurrying her palms hotly.