“Neaugh.”
Griffith found boob in his grip. Pulled a nippletip toward his yip.
“Omigawd, you’re good,” she said with apparently genuine surprise.
He ate at her breast as though it were a rum soaked sponge cake baba.
He savored the taste.
Ground a nipple into his face.
Then trailed his tongue down between her paps. Thundering the tip along her ribs.
Nibbling navel.
Scratching her skin with his two-day stubble of beard. Smearing saliva about her flat tummy.
Sniffing honey brimming alive from within her nearby hive.
His tongue tapered like a stinger toward her buzzing clit.
Veronica flapped her arms like a hovering insect. Several small jets of piss came again from her winsome snatch.
Dripping micturition from her soaking patch.
“Sssss,” she hissed through her teeth. “Oooooh. Love that sound.”
Veronica’s tongue clapped against the top of her pallet. Clacks and sucks echoed through her snout as the snot snorted out.
There was a cringe in her craw.
Drool drooped from her yammering jaw.
Whimpers strained from her gullet.
Smacking sounds emerged from her smirk.
And Griffith’s maw remained at work.
He herky-jerked his head.
Nuzzling fuzz in a rush of frenzy.
Nicking clitoris with his heavy stubble.
Rutsweat slimed from Veronica’s underarms. Her unshaven armpits asked for the fuck as much as did another woman’s slit.
“You know,” Griffith spoke grimly as he took a sip from her slime slit, “you are the first chickadee I’ve seen today with a monogrammed pip.”
“You mean the way my pussy is clipped into a V shape? I really like it like that too. I was gonna get a tattoo-”
“Just the initial? Or Veronica all the way?’ “The latter.”
“Would be a tight fit.”
“Always is.”
“That an invitation?”
“No-no-no-no-no. I never cuntfuck men. Bad for my training regimen.”
“But you still go all the way, I take it. Just not that way.”
“Depends. I just don’t need emotional involvement. I have to save that kind of energy for my athletic training and competition.”
“Must be very draining.”
“But I can kiss your dick.”
“Sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah. Bombs away!”
He kicked up his hips, balls in hand. Stuck his stick between her lips.
“See?” she said. “I can give you head. And, like- who needs flicking when sucking feels so good? And fingers you will agree are more nimble than that prick any time.”
The penis tooled on down her throat. Ballocks piled over the sides of her chin.
He rested his palms on the side of her head. fingered her wet tresses as she trussed his pecker within her neck.
He caressed her chin with the fingerprints of one hand. Ran the other beneath his ballocks and bobbled a boob.
“Indeed,” she breathed.
Veronica took hold of his testicles and squeezed. Yanked down hard.
“Awk!”
His jimjam jumped in her jaw.
Prick ramming like an animal on the loose.
Griffith’s mouthrut increased.
Then the thrusting subsided.
Veronica held his hog captive in her maw. Teeth clamped about the base.
Neck muscles strangling the tip.
Veronica played her hands along the length of her neck. Jacking the prick inside with wide flails of extended fingernails.
Griffith began to wail.
“Pawpaw-pawpaw-pawpaw-pawpaw hmmm maumau. Pah-pah ooohm mau-mau.”
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.