Mercedes jacked her clitoris maniacally for a moment. Angelically infused a snarf of alcohol down the tubes.
Opened her cranny and scratched at her pubes, 'We have not yet begun to begin to have fun,' she said with no apparent emotion or intention.
Smiled to herself and then smirked a cynical whitegal joke into her heart of dankness-the frankness with which she spoke to herself coughed out in a welter of postorgasmic inanity: 'Depravity is the mother of invention.'
'Hi, mom,' Bubba blathered.
'Doe this really matter?' Randy jabbered. 'Is this a literature class?'
'Up your snazzy ass,' Mercedes barfed. 'And if you want to be in my brood you better get to chewing while I ruminate-something strikes me about this inventive business.'
'How about a fist?' Bubba said flexing his digits and working them loosely.
'First gimme a kiss.'
'Which lips?'
Through the scum-smudged windowpane next to Mercedes's nose, she caught a glimpse of Sallie Anne's rumpmeat in the slim shaft of light biting out into the darkness from the side door.
Sadie Mae chatting for a moment-Mercedes saiw the guys all had hard-ons-ostensibly not realizing she was flirting with the boys in the band.
She walked un-self-consciously in front of their leering faces.
Traces of fanny visible as she hiked up her shortshort britches.
Sadie Mae led the members of the band to their lodges along the row of cottage bungalows farthest down the arid slope from Uncle Roy's Roadhouse. 'We got some visitors coming tonight, remember?' the bass player mumbled as if to the other musicians, looking at Sadie Mae.
'That was my sister you must have talked to,' Sadie Mae sliced from her two mouthlips. 'Sallie Anne looks kind of like me in certain lights.'
And if you had certain appetites.
'Well-I didn't mean-'
'That's okay,' Sadie Mae blew. 'I'll tell Sallie Anne when she gets out of the meeting she's in. You all be needing any breakfast-we open up five-thirty ay-em for coffee and things. Full meals bout an hour later-'
Sadie Mae couldn't be straighten She slinked a look at the band members that made them stop lingering their eyeballs upon her.
Sent sloppiness through their erections.
Yet an inner flame ignited her mind and she saw herself playing the boys in the band like pitiful male instruments-prisoners of their machismo.
And Sadie Mae the virtuoso.
All she had to do to ball them all was to lay low and open up.
They'd go at her like pups on a bitch's paps. When Sadie Mae was bored with their cocks she would bark at them till they had fucked her yip, bum, and quim with their fists.
Then she would piss on them.
The possibility skimmed through Sadie Mae's mind that indeed she would not have to try particularly hard to bring this off in reality.
How could that possibly bring her off? What was that dictum?
No pain, no gain.
That thought remained in Sadie Mae's head as she reminded herself to try it out the next time she got down. She needed an orgasm somehow.
Sadie Mae whirled on her heel.
Tossed her tits to and fro as if incidentally to her accidentally fuckworthy gait.
Sadie Mae saw something through the window-pane of the roadhouse saloon that made her think for a moment about entering again.
Her jaw went slack.
Eyes slit into cracks and filled with moisture immediately streaming to tears. Her cool fears trembled up her backbone.
Sadie Mae groaned silently.
Slashes of icewater lancing through her quim. Icicles rimming her asshole.
Glaciated clit.
Frozen tits.
'Eiiiiigh!'
All at once Sadie Mae opened up. Hot flashes streaked before her frigid gaze.
Blazes of fuck ran around the ribbing of her rosehole and imploded her bum.
Clitoris hummed like a beehive in the afternoon sun. Cunny dripped honey and tits crinkled into pointed wrinkles hurting like stingers.
She slowed her walk.
Sadie Mae balked.
Maybe she should go directly back to see how Little Ramona and Sallie Anne were making out with Yancey and the other dude-the singer from the band.
She chewed a knuckle.
Eschewed this latter course of action. Tractioned toward the entrance just off the bar.
'Weewee first?'
Made way toward the rest room.
Halted.
Instead went behind the bar and popped down another long-necked bottle of beer. Felt the piss blistering up inside her bladder.
Turned the corner with her thighs pressed tight together and spotted Mercedes on the table of a back corner booth between Randy and Bubba.
Sadie Mae's eyes opened shiny as bugs.
She beer-belched snidely:
'Need any help, kids?'
Mercedes smiled widely.
A strand of greasy-looking jizzom dripped from the left side of her yip.
Cockcome drooped in a long fragile loop from the point of her chin.
Snippet of scum snapped off arid plopped onto the pug-nosed tips of her boobs.
'We're all lubed today, Sadie Mae,' Mercedes cooed, 'Thanks anyway.'
'Maybe you want to stay, Sadie Mae,' Randy brayed with a dried spray of cuntcome shellacking the front tufts of his headhair.
Sadie Mae did not even stare:
'I been there.'
Hell had she.
But not anything like this. The threesome rolling in bliss.
Sadie Mae wanted to throw them a kiss. Throw herself at them.
Feed upon them.
Sucker them off with those Cupid's bow lips of hers. Chew cock.
Nibble nuggets.
Cream asshole.
Nip nipples.
Lick cuntslit.
Have them all drink from her pink.
Taste the whip maybe and-hey! no maybe here-why not dish it out?
'Forget it,' Sadie Mae said resignedly. 'I wanted some help cleaning up around here. The others are tied up back with-'
