Two tits glistened in Mercedes's fists as she yanked her nipples out.
Grated her teeth.
Breathed heavily.
Gyrated her waist.
Tasted twanger between her teeth.
Reached up under rump and pumped nutsack from the back.
Slackness in her crack.
Dingalingdong and fingers dancing and prancing along Mercedes's underside.
She switched Randy's ass to get him to dash the cheeks faster.
Splayed buttocks poised faster against Mercedes's tits as she stuck her snub-nosed nipples into Randy's rumphole.
"Ooouuunh!"
Bubba Buster was about to muster yet another load of nut buttercream right through Mercedes's chewing rack of choppers when she crushed his.cranker between her teeth.
For an instant Bubba ceased breathing.
His writhing orgasm subsided as his spermlets siinked back down the length of dingdong and fell fruitlessly into the sack.
"Not yet, Bubba. I wanted a few more whacks before I god the bacon drippings this round. How about it? Pound!"
Prick pulsed outward.
Poker stoked inward.
Rubbing over Mercedes's lower lips, cockmeat stroked her dentition with the underside along the beating vein.
Bubba pistoned.
Asscheeks glistened.
His pecker ricocheted from the back of Mercedes's palate down into her tongue. Hung to her tonsils.
"Unh."
Prick speared her craw.
Gagged her gullet.
Cock torqued down her throat.
As Randy's bloated ballocks walloped against Mercedes's brandished boobies.
Niptips pecking his anal, pucker.
Randy bucked into her boobcage.
Bent to come outrageously.
When Mercedes swerved her neck from Bubba's pecker and shot her tongue out; lizardlike toward Randy's beckoning pucker.
"Ooown."
Mercedes suckered butt.
French-kissed fanny.
Then ran her finger up Randy's… ass. Stemming the tide of his jizzom.
"Thanks," Randy jerked.
"You're not the first," Bubba gasped crashing again into Mercedes's head.
"Likewise, I'm sure," Mercedes threaded through her twanger-toking yip.
She looked at the two dude studs through come-blurred eyes. Sat up fast on the deck of the liquor-strewn table.
Her asscheeks were incredibly glued to the top and her head swelled by the fumes from the gel of rutsweat, cuntjizz, cockcome, underarm smarm, nasal mucus, saliva, assoils, and incipient piss perspired in ammoniac vapors through the pores of their fucksuckrutting skins.
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-"
"We can do it," Bubba blurted. "Mercedes and Randy are easy for that kind of stuff."
Snickers.
Bickering curls of nostrils, mouthlips, tongues, and eyefolds.
Mercedes ran her long painted fingers through her long tainted hair.
Flailed her phalanges outward.
Propelled her digits upward in a slant. Lanced Sadie Mae's short pants with fingers.
Stroked upward with bladelike nails rippling along Sadie Mac's ribcage.
Lingering above the bellybutton.
Below the boobs.
Sadie Mae's tits tingled.
Nips wrinkled.
Her clitoris began to bing as if an electronic chime in time to her pulse. Loose blood engorged the folds of her cunt.
Buttocks twinged slightly.
Asshole hot.
Winked shut.
Eased open.
Sadie Mae's legs parted breezily as she sought to let the incipient rivulets of her arousal evaporate freely.
Her knees shook.
Went liquid for an instant.
Sadie Mae blinked:
"I could use a drink."
Yancey looked through a set of souvenirs from Uncle Roy's collection at a table in the rear wing of the roadhouse that also housed the workshop, pool (presently unused) cabanas, as well providing a back entrance to the registration desk for the bungalow courts stepped down the side of the hill overlooking a ravine where oak and pine greenery gave way to the persistent fringes of the desert, where sage and cactus and tumbleweed unlike people all got along together regardless of the weather. He had a boner.
Started to hone it through his trousers and then thought about it.
Better get back to work.
Time enough for that stuff later.
Jerked it a bit just to loosen up the heaviness of his ballocks.
He'd fuck them all later.
After the masquerade was over.
When the rest of Yancey's plans had fallen into place and he didn't have to race his mind around from one subject to another like a locoweeded bronco.
Yancey buttered his lower lips with saliva from his tongue.
Scraped it off with his eye fangs.
Yancey aligned a nude figurine from Uncle Roy's collection between the haunches of another finely modeled statuette. Ceramic cock went right into the other one's cunt.
From behind.
And from the front.
With nuance.
One could even configure the small sculptures into a blowjob, cuntsuck, or the venerable number sixty-nine Yancey had encountered worldwide in his scholarly studies and throughout recorded history.
One thing Yancey knew about Uncle Roy:
That boy had either good taste or good judgment or both.
With respect to both the selection of the artifacts in. Uncle Roy's collection and the women he kept on premises.
Yancey removed the objects from the table and returned them to their indexed slots in among the rows of glass-fronted case-stalls aligning the walls and most of the room's interior.
He pulled, out a painted clay whistle molded in the shape of a cock-and-balls assemblage.
Fondled a tube for suction that protruded from the flews of a cunt shaped jug.
Drove his eyes through a crack in the doorway in response to shifting rays of light from the other side. The door creaked open a bit wider of its own accord or from a draft.
Or perhapsYancey gasped.
Saw Little Ramona's ass.
The flash of Sallie Anne's tits.
In the mirror of the cabana in which the two women were now showering and changing. And something else was disarranging the shadows.
Yancey pulled a disappointed jaded mirthless-as-a-skull droll smile.
The stud Lafayette had been in there all the while, probably.
Had waited for the girls.
Or had they invited him in to begin with?
"If it's any of my biz," Little Ramona chirruped, "I'd like to know what you are doing in here, Lafayette. This is the girls' room."
Little Ramona shook her ass past the hissing shower stall and ducked into the mist. She grinned as Sallie Anne's wet boobs loomed in the watery just about even with the level of her face.
They embraced.
"Skedaddle, Lafayette," Sallie Anne prattled. "We're cleaning up now. "
"Sallie Anne, the boys be asking about those chippies was supposed to show up for their pleasure down at them little houses-"
"I gave the girls the numbers of the bungalows. They should be there presently-"
"But if they don't-"
"We'll face those boners if and when they come about. Now hustle out _ "
Sallie Anne slid a bit sideways and her nipple lugged into Little Ramona's eyesocket. Her boob-cage encased Little Ramona's face.
"You two sisters?" Lafayette said, festering in his seat on one of the benches. "You related to Sadie Mae? And that means to Uncle Roy too?"
Titters from the shower.
"Out, boy."
Blasts of steam vapor cascaded through the air enveloping the girls from ankles to headhair. It was hard for Lafayette to make out what they might be doing in there.
Bathing serenely together in the cloud of steam. "Screwy," he blistered to himself.
Blew out: "Chicks do all that stuff with each other all the time and think nothing of it. Just set down a chunk of hung cockflesh and a sack of marbles beside them and they get all ga-ga and go for it in their heads they want to marry you-instead of goodtime fucking and sucking."
Lafayette did not know that much about this town. But he had been assured early in his life that his mom had once been the wife of the famous and rich and purportedly larcenist adventurer and explorer Uncle LeRoy LaRue.
Now how did that go?
The bloodlines were confusing as sin and as thick or thin as you liked.
He hiked his leather leggings out of his boots. Stripped the pantlegs open with the zippers running up the sides.
Frigged open his leather vest. Lafayette stood naked as rawhide except for his knee-high boots and studded vest.
If these fillies were also somehow sired by Uncle Roy via one of his official or unofficial wives or were otherwise kissing cousins to Lafayette: Why, Lafayette had every right to want to smooch them good night.
"The fuck out of here, dear," it was Little Ramona who peeped Wearily. "But before you go, Lafayette you might as well make yourself useful to us in some way. Get us the soap-"
"Okay."
"Over in the tray in the shower stall by the wall near the-"
"I'm there already."
Steadily, Lafayette stroked the bar of soap along his sturdy cock.
Got the head especially all frothed and lathery. Worked up a veritable cloudbank about his nuggets. Stuck the soap into his blowhole.
"Hurry the fuck up, cocksuck. What are you- jerking yourself off?"
"Not by a longshot."
Lafayette jerked his nipples crisply and walked into the misted shower stall.
"Big fucking deal," Little Ramona squealed. "So I bet you're nude too."
"Where's the suds," Sallie Anne chewed.
"Down here holding it," Lafayette chittered biting his lower lip.
Sallie Anne reached for it.
"Eeeeek!"
Her fist squeaked on over the head of Lafayette's soaped-up hard-on.
"This," Little Ramona emitted in a high-pitched bitch-is-pissed bark, "is where this girl bails out. How about it, Sallie Anne?"
Sallie Anne ran her hand along Lafayette's soaped-up twanger. He took a half step forward and automatically banged her.
"Unh."
Greased up prick slipped neatly between Sallie Anne's inner and outer labia.
Sprouted into her cuntfolds.
Sallie Anne's cuntlips took hold.
"Hurts," Sallie Anne slathered. "It's the soap on your dick, you idiot!"
"Got it in quick."
"And you'll get it out quicker."
Little Ramona wrapped herself in a torn towel as she witnessed her sister Sallie Anne kick off with cocked heel directly into Lafayette's ballocks. Smiled as he howled.
"Aiiiiinh!"
Ramona saw through the cleft in the doorjamb Yancey in the storeroom at a table examining some of Uncle Roy's erotic statuary and body decorations. Casually ramming one of his hands down below the tabletop.
She heard a jingle and saw his pants drop from his knees underneath the table. Then Ramona reached into a locker and pulled out a loaded gun.
Snicked the firing pin hoping the sound was covered by the liquid hiss of the shower.
She ran the magazine around two clicks to examine the chambers of the brand-new copy of the vintage Colt.45 single-action army revolver with filed hair trigger to enable the gunner to fan from one side of the street or the room to the other or, as preferences or situations dictated, to fire repeatedly-directly and more leanly than an automatic machine-pistol-at, for example, someone's chest. Uncle Roy used only the best.
Little Ramona tested the heft of the gat against her breasts.
Assumed a posture of indifference beneath a loosely slung blouse and flouncy skirt. Skirted her eyes toward the misty shower stall.
Waltzed through the door.
"Listen, Lafayette," Sallie Anne said, moving back a fraction. "That stinger of yours really stings inside me."
"You better get the soap of."
"Jack you off? Ha! If I could only find it you might have a chance."
"Find this?"
He stuck his dick into her fist. Sallie Anne opened her mouth and deliriously sucked shower water as she shook Lafayette's rod.
Jerked the soap off.
Rubbed down dingdong.
Took it sideways inside her.
Cunthide searing with soaking pecker sunk in past the neck.
"Ek."
Lafayette layered his nuts over the insides of Sallie Anne's thighs as he rutted upward and onward in growing heat.
"Yes."
Sallie Anne heat upon Lafayette's back with warped fist.
She twisted her clawlike fingernails over his deltoids and lats, Lafayette's muscles flattening and stretching and bulging sinuously along his shoulders and back, Sallie Anne dropped her digits to his asscrack.
He pulsed back.
"Unh."
Impaled his pucker on her thumb.
"Ahajah!"
Lafayette opened his yawp like a garish phantasm of orgasm.
His mind glazed with the errant thought that this hot twat. might well be his bitchin cousin. Kissing cousin.
Sizzling slick chick stuck-to-the-quick with his very own cock cousin.
If so, he could very well see where the serendipity of his encounter with the legacy of the man who bore the moniker of Uncle Roy might take him. Was it destiny?
Or merely the sensual attraction so often found among siblings.
Sallie Anne was giggling.
Wriggling on his dingdong.
Getting off.
Lafayette powered the next rutfuck thrust and pressed Sallie Anne's fanny against the tiled walls of the shower.
Sallie Anne's hair was glossy slickness as she twisted her face toward the spray of the shower. Her teeth glowed in climactic rictus.
Gobs of cuntcome ran from her flews.
"I want juice," Sallie Anne- slithered from between her gurgling lips.
Her body went boneless and she slid down his lap. Lafayette lowered his crouch.
"Ouch."
Sallie Anne twisted her thumb upward in his bum to help keep Lafayette's cock from slipping out in the throes of rut.
Lafayette pulsed his pullulating penis within the labyrinthine corridors of Sallie Anne's labia. Orchidine ballocks wrenched singing clitoris as Lafayette yanked his dick out.
Sallie Anne bawled:
"Naaaaaw!"
Come spouted from Lafayette's pricktip and dripped in dollops onto Sallie Anne's tits. She kissed dick.
Slickness of semen mixing with the vaporous streaming of shower mist.
Kissing cousins kissed.