The Minotauress

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More applause rose in the yard.

Nale nodded in pride, and happily turned over half the pot to Billy-O. 'Good job, son. See ya next week.'

'Yeah, man!' The skinny cracker pocketed his winnings, then strode rather bow-legged toward a none-too- pleased Ida. 'Now I'se gonna have me my blowjob! Git ready, Ida! Here comes dessert!'

All the boys gathered round to watch...

Nale walked back to the ‘Mino with Balls and Dicky.

'Hard workin' boys deserves ta let off some steam,' the elder man said.

'Dang straight,' Balls agreed.

'‘Course, there was that one time when we'se caught a squatter gal millin' ‘round the yard stealin' corn, so's we tored her clothes of'n slapped her up some, then each fucked her'n afters that we slapped her up some more'n each gave her one in the tail.'

'Only proper. Any gal who steals deserves ta git the blocks put to her,' Balls pitched in.

'Yeah, but after we'se was all done puttin' some spunk up her dirty ass... you know what we done next?'

'What's that, Clyde?'

Nale smiled grimly. 'We tied her to the chair.'

Dicky looked perplexed, as he often did. 'Tied her?'

'Shore did, and what else we did is we forced her mouth open with a wooden peg'—Nale clapped and hooted—'and then we all just took ta hockin' in her mouth one after another fer a good half hour, we did. I'll tell ya, boys. That was fun. Then ‘fore we let her go, we each fucked her one more time, and ya know what? That squatter gal never stole corn from me again.'

'I'll bet she didn't, Clyde!' Balls joined the man's laughter.

The idea appealed to Balls, very much so. And to Dicky? Well, not so much.

Nale's tone took on a serious edge. 'Fun'n games aside, boys, you's both be careful after ya drop off yer run. Ever now'n then coupla creekers other side'a the line'll wait till a runner's offloaded his hooch'n picked up the cash, then they'se'll try ta bushwhack 'em on their way out.'

Balls grinned. 'Ain't no one gonna bushwhack us, Clyde, 'cos if'n they do?' He pulled up his shirt, showing the old Webley .455. 'They'll whistle when the wind blows.'

'I like fellas who're prepared ta git tough when they'se gotta.' Nale winked. 'See you boys tonight.'

Dicky still looked a bit pale as he and Balls approached the car. 'Shee-it, Balls. We didn't need ta stay fer that shit. ‘Member, after we git back from this run, we'se gonna hit that guy Crafter's house.'

'Relax, Dicky. We got it all covered. I kind'a enjoyed that Hock Party—good, clean fun, ya know? Shee-it. When fellas in the city git together, they watch fuckin' football on TV. Cain't think'a nothin' more boring than that. And ya know what else? When that last loogie fell in the ‘ho's yap... I don't mind tellin' ya I got a bit hard.'

Dicky stared. 'Jaysus... '

They double-checked the tarp covering their load, then started to get in the car.

'Hey!' a voice whined. 'You fellas! Wait up, will ya?'

Balls and Dicky turned to see Ida scampering down the hill after them. Her overalls looked polka-dotted with phlegm. She carried a pint-jar of moonshine with her.

'Aw, what's she want?' Dicky complained.

The stalwart girl caught up, huffing, and asked, 'Kin you fellas give me a ride to town?' and, of course, she'd pronounced the word ride as 'rad.'

Balls peeked down into a formidable cleavage. 'Well I don't see why not.'

'Ain't no way, girl!' Dicky complained. 'You ain't gittin' in my damn-near mint condition 1969 El Camino all covered with hock!'

Balls' right brow rose. 'He's got a point there, hon,' he said to her. 'But now if ya throwed them snotty overalls in the back and rode nek-it, then that'd be fine.'

Ida sighed. 'Awright... ,' and she began to peel off the sullied garment.

Dicky and Balls got in.

'Shee-it,' Dicky griped. 'What'cha go'n do that fer? She probably stinks worse'n a dog's ass.'

'Aw, that ain't very neighborly of ya, Dicky,' Balls replied with some mirth. 'But I wouldn't mind havin' me a gander at her tits'n cooter, ya know?'

'Shee-it... '

Balls whispered, elbowing his friend. 'And just ya watch. Ten ta one I talk her inta givin' us each a blowjob.'

'I don't want my dick in her mouth, Balls. It's dirty as a cat box.'

Balls chuckled. 'Dicky, yous need ta relax. We got time ta make our run and hit Crafter's house aaaaaaaaaand get blowjobs from this alkey hosebag. Bet'cha I kin talk her inta it.' He slapped Dicky on the back. 'Life's fer livin', man! Ya gots ta go with it.'

When Ida slid in next to Balls on the ‘Mino's long black bench seat, she did indeed smell something roughly akin to a dog's ass. But what she was sporting in addition to her nudity were two pleasingly distended breasts and nipples like pink baby pacifiers. Yet there was something else rather distended about her as well.

Her stomach.

'Thanks, fellas,' she obliged and quickly closed the door. Her hands trembled as she unscrewed the jar of clear liquor and took a good hearty chug. Then she leaned back, sighing. 'Aw, fuck, yeah. That hits the spot... '