Queenie giggle on his gonads.
Corky titter on his prickstick.
"You like it wet, I take it," Channing said. "Better open up another bottle."
Tabitha seized the bottle from Channing's hands. While Channing uncorked another vintage, Tabitha shot the remains of the other bottle into the yips, between the tits, and into the twats of Corky and Queenie.
Then the girls turned tail.
At once, they attacked the standing Channing.
Queenie met him head-on. Her head was impaled on the pole of his prick.
Tabitha jumped like a cat.
With a flying scissors she landed astride Channing's collarbones. She wrapped her legs about his neck. Brought her open twat into his jaws.
Corky curved about Channing's legs from behind. She handled his rump.
Slid her palm sideways down the asscrack.
Nailed his bunghole with her thumb.
Spread the asscheeks apart with her claws.
She pursed up her mouthlips. Stabbed her tongue forth.
Tonguetip shot from pucker to pucker.
The asshole oinked open.
Corky smacked in.
Corked his ass like the sucker of an octopus.
"Ngh."
Queenie's kneeling body lent support to Channing's stance as she chattered away at his penis. Channing was top-heavy with Tabitha's twat wrapped around his face.
He tried to keep his balance by twirling his tongue at Tabitha's clit and using his upper body strength to shift her weight.
When Corky jammed her finger into his bum, however, Channing's pelvis shot forth, buckling his legs involuntarily.
Tabitha folded her tits over the top of Channing's head.
Queenie jack-knifed her ass backwards.
Corky crawled up his hiney.
Channing pivoted on one heel. Tabitha flew from his face, cunt adrip.
Queenie and Corky were crushed beneath his falling form. Channing crawled about, in search of the dropped winebottle.
Tabitha played with his penis.
Queenie slid in underneath him. On her back. Tits and cunny arched upward.
Corky oiled up the errant wine bottle in her quim. Got gobs of her goo lathered up about the rim. Felt her asshole.
Stuck it in.
"Good enough," she mumbled.
Then buttered the bottle some more. Battered it with her snatchslather.
Twisted it toward Channing's bottom.
The bottle punked into Channing's rump.
His cock jumped.
The dick juddered out from Tabitha's stroking paws. The nuts began to crackle.
Queenie shook her tits right under the hanging sac of ballocks.
Channing clenched his eyes. Felt the rutsweat brace across his back.
Beads of fuckfury heat encased his forehead. His underarms and pectorals drooled with the oils of fuck and suck.
His cockmeat jumped to the attack.
Tabitha hawked it into her maw to catch the first shots in her teeth.
"If it isn't, like, asking too much of you, Tabitha." Queenie snotted. "Don't be a such a greedy fucking hog."
She slapped Tabitha's lips away from Channing's spuming wanger. The clots of come chucked onto her tits, icing down her nipples.
"Ululululu."
Queenie rubbed the glittering sperm into her bazooms as the mushrooming cock coughed out more come. Tabitha twisted the dong again toward her lips, but Corky cut in.
The last lurch of semen oiled Gorky's tongue. The taste tempting her hunger.
Then Corky scrambled with the torquing tongue for the other wads of scum.
The thick curds that congealed on Channing's ballocks and in his pubes.
"Shit, girls," Corky groveled. "We need more of this stuff."
"Coming right up," Channing brayed. "Might need time to reload."
"Sure," Queenie choked out. "That's what guys always say. That's why I don't really like it when they come."
"Yeah," Corky belched. "To them, when they shoot off, it's the cream of the cock-but to me, it means it's all over."
"You want some juice?" Channing snorted. "There's more to life than jissom."
He spat out a mouthful of wine mixed with spittle. Waved his wanger like a lariat.
He crouched to his feet and slapped each girl across the face with his loose penis. Channing twinged his nuts.
Relaxed the sphincter.
Twinkling sprinkles caressed the air.
Catching slants of pure sunlight, and dappled shadows through the leaves. Prismatic rays glanced out from the dancing droplets of piss.
The three Boppettes cavorted like fish.
"Oooooh, Channing," Queenie gagged. "Like, that really barfs me out."
Channing aimed right at her face.
Drilled micturition into her eyes.
"Shit, you pervo fuck!"
Queenie squinted.
The urine stung into her eyes.
Blipped into her nostrils.
Fizzle drizzled between her teeth.
Queenie smiled.
Allowed the mist to cover her facial features completely. Swooned into a gargling orgasm.
"Bodacious!" Corky crowed.
Channing trained his twanger at Gorky's cunt. Trailed piss from her navel to quim.
"Hee hee hee," Tabitha jibbered. "Try me. I have to pee-pee too."
Channing winced and brought his flow of pizzle to a halt. He tackled Tabitha and rolled with her on the ground.
Tabitha kneeled over him. Channing lay on his back. Face to face with Tabitha's crack.
He loosened his prong once more.
Shot piss in a drizzle up at Tabitha's rolling underbelly. Glazing her fanny.
Dotting the asshole about the rim.
Tabitha's twat trickled tinkle.
A curtain of gilt piss showered Channing's chest and face. Tabitha bent forward and rubbed her juice through his hair.
Then she shimmied her ass lower.
Pissed herself onto the last stipples of urine Channing's pecker popped forth.
"This is freezeout stuff!" Queenie proclaimed. "Can't wait till I have to go."
"Omigawd," Corky said slowly. "Our boy's cock. Looks like its getting hard."
"Yum!" Tabitha said.
She rubbed her belly and tumbled from Channing's body. Then she half crawled, half staggered toward the roadster.
"I'll put on another tape," Tabitha said. "Any more wine over here?"
Tabitha yanked out two more bottles of wine from the cooler. She looked at the tape selection in Channing's cassette case.
Stuck her tongue out in a puke-out fashion. Then thumbed through the stack Queenie had brought along. Tabitha lurched back toward the fuckfray as the music eructed from the speakers.
"That's' shit," Queenie oinked.
"Oh, fuck," Corky sneered. "Tabitha stuck on Rudolph BlastitofPs tape because she lost her cherry to that rude dude."
"First-fuck syndrome," Queenie moaned. "She'll get over it."
"Hey, wait a second," Channing said, working up his hardon to fuckworthy density. "That stuff's not bad-for rock music."
"I think it's got a good fuck-rhythm," Tabitha said with her nose held high.
"We don't do that kind of tune," Queenie drooled as she slugged more wine.
Corky chewed out thoughtfully. "It's not that clean-cut crap wre've been doing, babes. You know I always wanted to get a little harder."
"Maybe you ought to give it a try," Charming said. "Liven up a touch. Change your image."
"Well, not before we perform tomorrow," Queenie said. "We won't have time to rehearse it."
"Let's discuss this over a dish of dickmeat, shall we not?" Tabitha suggested.
"Indeed," Channing said.
The three Boppettes gave him head.
As the amplifiers burped alive, Babette and Dar-leene swiveled their hips side to side. In their pinafore aprons over ruffled, petticoated dresses and with their hair done up into pigtails, the two young women resembled postpubescent versions of the sort of all-American asslicking girls that ail the other kids hate.
Tattletales.
Teachers' pets.
Bookworms.
Nerds and smacks.
"You know," Rudolph said from behind the soundboard. "I always thought those outfits were kind of dorky for the Boppettes."
"And who the fuck are you to say?" Darleene snapped. "Besides, we're wearing them mainly to impress our clean image on the judges."