"Something like that, Rudolph. We can work on it on the way down. You brought your guitar along, didn't you? Why not get it out now and we can go through it a few times now."
Rudolph reached for the neck of his guitar. Touched the head of the instrument gently. Stretched out the taut twanging strings between strokes of his pick.
If this didn't get him in, nothing would.
Patrick pawed Queenie's pussy. She clawed his back as he lapped her neck.
Corky slicked up the backside of Patrick's hanging ballocks from behind.
Rudolph took hold of Tabitha's tits.
Tugged her jugs.
Pulled them out like taffy.
Let go of the nipples.
Bazooms snapped back onto her ribcage.
"Oooooh, haven't done this in ages," Queenie said, licking out.
"Yeah, right," Corky snotted out. "So funny I gag laughing."
"Hey, doll-laugh?" Tabitha chortled. "Like I thought I'd never start."
"You're way too butch to laugh, Tabitha," Queenie trumpeted. "Too tight in the twat to grin about the rosie."
"That dude rolled in you yet, Tabitha?" Corky chattered as she slurped nougats.
"Hey, the Rude Warrior here is no brute, babes," Tabitha said as Rudolph squeezed her nippleflesh together and thumbed them.
"He knows," Tabitha purred, "that you don't have to force it all the way with a girl-even if you don't think you're ready-to have a good time, to get good hot sex."
"Mmm."
Rudolph crammed Tabitha's tits into his face, filling his mouthcheeks.
Gave the nipples a gnash with his beak.
His cock so hard in his jeans he thought it would break if it weren't released.
Tabitha brought her knees up about his waist. Her fingernails scraped his back in embrace, flying downward.
Rudolph glanced over at Patrick. He had his mouth screwed onto one of Queenie's boobs. Hand dipped into her slit.
Corky sucked all around his dick.
Rubbed her cunny on his kneecap.
Jiggling her hips.
All those three buck naked.
Loose, limber, and ready enough for the fuck.
While Rudolph cavorted, partially clothed, with the virginal Tabitha.
"When is that rehearsal?" Queenie cried out. "We can come back for more after."
"We've got more than enough time," Tabitha said, breathing in.
Rudolph snaked his tongue around her nipple. Brought his hands up into the crotch of her cutoff dungarees. Rubbed in once.
"Unh, Rudolph."
He frigged through the material.
"Better stop, Rudolph."
"Okay," Rudolph said.
"But I can-I can jerk you off if you want. Bare skin. Right on the cock."
Rudolph unsnapped the top button of his jeans. Tabitha's fingertips ran up from his nuggets to the penistip.
Her fingers gripped the latch of the fly.
Drew the zipper down with jacking action. Flicked her wrist.
The prick zipped out.
Stood high on Rudolph's belly.
Lingering fingers edged the cockhead.
Pressing the back of the prick about the neck.
Pulling downward.
Nailing the nuts.
Pumping back up.
"Oh, Tabitha."
Tabitha squeezed the flesh just in back of the cockhead. The eye opened up.
A drop of semen winked out.
Button on the tip of prick.
Just a speck.
Glittering jissorn on a stick.
Just then, Tabitha was seized by herself. She was whipped along out of her placid stream by the current of her rushing blood.
"Like I don't believe I'm doing this," Tabitha said to no one in particular.
Her teeth opened.
Her lips parted.
Her tongue darted.
Struck the bubble of jizz on the head of Rudolph's prick with blinding accuracy. Like a lizard latching onto a bit of prey.
"Uuuuuh!"
"Rudolph, what did you say?"
"Hey, dudesses," Queenie yapped. "Take a look at Tabitha. She's sucking cock."
"First time, honey?" Corky crowed. "Glad we could be along."
"Now don't try to make it sound so dirty," Tabitha said sucking prick.
Rudolph closed his eyes.
Brought his wrist to his brow.
Glanced down to the hopping head of the woman going down.
Lapping the length of his dong.
Nibbling now on scrotum. Then taking it in at the dickhead.
Rudolph chanced a glance at the rutting three-some. Queenie had Patrick's pole between her tits, playing it with both hands.
Patrick sucked in the center of Gorky's twat. Her hips straddled his face.
His hands moved on up her ass.
Rudolph's own cock was ready to blast.
But then Tabitha yanked her yip away.
Spat the twanger from her mouth.
Tapped the tip away.
"What's wrong, Tabitha?" Rudolph said. "Any thing the matter?"
He hoped he hadn't forced her or anything. No, wait-she had offered to jack him.
And had then gone ahead to suck-off of her own volition. But Rudolph knew that sometimes in their mind the chicks would have it that you led them on. Tricked them.
Into putting out more than they thought decorous and appropriate.
Into gloating on cocktease and nutsqueeze.
So, the dudesse could get off. Then blame the guy for making her.
"Nothing's wrong, Rudolph."
"I thought maybe-"
His cock stung.
Balls hung low, hankering.
Quaking for the chance to blast off pure jissom into womanly meat.
"I think I know what you were thinking," Tabitha said. "But I'm not the sort of bitch who plays those kinds of mind games."
Rudolph saw her slip the suspenders to her cut-off dungarees all the way off her naked shoulders. She shook the wet teeshirt the rest of the way off from where it had been rolled up underneath her armpits.
"I want to fuck," Tabitha said simply.
She unzipped her fly.
Her hips limned into view as her cut-offs flew down her legs. Thumb dragging her undies along in the same motion.
Time stood still as her boobs, sweaty hair, hiney hump, and hanging furbag settled. Then a smile quirked her mouthlips.
Teeth bared.
Rudolph dove into the snare.
Beware.
You are about to become a man, Rudolph shocked himself with the thought. As if a simple act like that could do it all.
As though the fuck were the key to all the mysteries he could not now fathom.
His mind swirled into a tornado of discarded thoughts and dreams.
The reality was so thick before him that his mind wrenched out of place.
His fantasies dissolved apace, as though they never had been. Whatever fucking and sucking and rutting had meant to him before-it was changed for evermore.
Sure, his hand would come in handy from time to time. But now Rudolph would have himself a taste of the sublime reality of flesh.
His naked pecker tamped against the velvet of her thighs.
Curved cockmeat sizzling.
Steamed cunt drizzling.
Their lips met in a drool.
Wide-open maws minced each other's lips. Chewed up tongue.
Twirled saliva hung between them as if alive. Slivers of false eyelashes were plastered to the side of Tabitha's face.
"Rudolph."
As he ran his hands down from her shoulder. Gripped a tit in passing.
"Oh, Rudolph. Yes."
As his palm passed over the rise of her thighs.
"Fuck," she said.
As his phalanges rode back up over her hips. Sank into place at her waist.
Tabitha pumped up.
The twatfur parted.
Clitbud started.
Rudolph rose to the occasion. He hung his hips into the air.
His dong entwined in her hair.
Her cuntlips received his tongue with a split grin. They pumped their butts in rut.
Rudolph ran his fingers up and down Tabitha's ass. She chirrupped on his pecker as he slashed out her twat with the blade of his tongue.
Meanwhile, Corky was stuck on the end of Patrick's prong. Queenie was looking on, smoking a cigarette and stroking herself.
"Need some help there, girl?" Patrick said. "Queenie, sure looks that way."