Cuntlips choking ladyjuice in sluices beneath her business suit, Cassandra Louise Lafayette LaRue Jones Massey honed her hard clit with only the movements of her thighs as she was walking. High heels clicking down the halls.
Echoing off the colorless, clean, uninviting tilework inset with metal-louvered willdowshades. She turned into a room barren of everything except a lamp, couple hardbacked chairs and a card table.
Encamped there.
Feeling the wetness from her crack exude through her underpants and perhaps cake onto the tops of her hose.
Chewed a bit on a lit cigarette.
Wrinkling her nose at the marks made on the filter by her lipstick.
She knew her nipples were thick.
And that if you looked straight there on her chest you could see her jugs through the prim blouse she wore.
Dig at her dugs with your peepers through the scoring of lace stitchery on Cassie Lou's sneeringly cut brassiere.
Cassie Lou allowed the lit faggot to dangle from her yip. Crossed her legs at the ankles.
Began to think about having a drink.
It was a mark of the respect this prisoner had among the penal system that when he was escorted to his meeting with an official from the pardon and parole board he was not led in shackles-no manacles, no guns pointed.
Uncle Roy was just followed down the hall by a pack of uniformed guards.
"Pardon me, men," Uncle Roy said to them with a wave. "I gotta duck in here for a bit."
"You want luncheon?" one of the guardsmen said, idly fondling a truncheon.
"Maybe later," Uncle Roy jawed. "Remember, I'm on a diet."
"Turkey okay?"
"Say-sounds right by me. But you can skip the gravy and add some fresh greens."
He glanced through the door before he entered. Eyes centered unhesitatingly on a titular leer seeming to emanate from a tight set of jugs encased by a lacework brassiere that could be seen through sheer silk blouse.
"Way to go, Cassie Lou," LeRoy LaRue chewed through a plug of tobacco as he walked into the room alone.
"You know you shouldn't do that. Call me by a familiar name even before we've met."
"Balls."
Uncle Roy sat even with Cassie Lou catercorner at the card table.
"I knew when I heard from you, Cassie Lou, it would be goodgood news."
"Your choice of words. Loads of other things in with most of the good things I know of."
Uncle Roy reached out and patted one of Cassie Lou's paws at the wrist.
"We're clear here, Cassie Lou. Speak softly and they can't overhear us-the echoes."
"As you know, Cassandra Louise Jones is the name on my law degree. Then that hassle they called a marriage and I kept the Massey cause the mutt already had my money-"
"Now that's funny-"
"Won't be if they ever find out about the Lafayette strand of the LaRue brigade. I'd be packed away with a passle of bulldykes serving life in no time-"
"Might try to pull your connections,"
"On the other hand, my contact with you is tenuous enough to trace-"
"The paper trail diverges from the flesh-"
"So to speak."
"Nevertheless," Uncle Roy expression did not change, "discretion is our advantage."
Cassie Lou unloaded a sheaf of papers from her alligator briefcase.
Eyes drove into his.
She saw dick reflected in his irises.
Assholes in his widening lens apertures, and a glaze come over his face.
"Flatter me, why don't you, Uncle Roy. You won't get far that way."
"I was just looking at you. You know they don't allow women in here with us."
"Even though as one of your perquisites you do have private visits on occasion."
"Those are my relations."
"Little Ramona. Sadie Mae and Sallie Anne and the rest of your inbred clan. We know all about that fancy dalliance."
"Let's cut the chitchat then and let the bargaining commence."
"Too much we got on you to do that."
"There was no evidence."
"Now forgetting about the long-buried skeletons and our rotted family ties, there is not much I can do to convince the other members of the board to consider your parole-"
"I did not request a parole review," his eyes were skewed toward her twat.
"Your appeal won't come up for years. Now, Mister LaRue, what we can do-"
"Doctor to you," Uncle Roy chewed as though serious. Then broke into a pricklike grin.
"Ah, yes," Cassie Lou said, refreshed at the lightening of the situation. "And I see from your resume you were a professor. Dean of graduate fellows at State for a spell."
"Well-that part was honorary-"
"So then you blew it."
Her eyes screwed into him…
Uncle Roy blinked.
"If your words were meant to burn me a bit, Cassie Lou, they sure did it. But not for the reasons you might think."
"You didn't blow it. You call your present habitations a mark of success?"
"I confess I am innocent of crime."
"That and a dime gives me ten cents."
"The goods found in my possession were originally stolen from their rightful owners. Those worked pieces of jade and the gold and silver jewelry were originally looted from the tombs of our cultural forebears on this continent."
"You mean Indians."
"Aztec, Apache, Hopi and Navajo. Comanche and Toltec and Maya and the-"
"Nevertheless, the parties whose booty you stole are according to law the legitimate proprietors of those pieces."
Cassie Lou obliviously strung out a leg and swished it along Uncle Roy's thigh as she twitched her gams slantwise crossed at the knees.
"Add to that, Uncle Roy, your position as an expert as well as noted collector-all of it very substantially documented."
"After years of gathering and preserving and cataloging those artifacts I was preparing to take advantage of the tax situation and donate my collection to the relevant tribal councils and country of origin-give it back to the Indians."
He grinned.
Cassie Lou quirked one side of her mouth and spoke out:
"There was nothing in writing to substantiate any of those propositions-and the law is blind under those conditions."
Uncle Roy lifted one eyebrow.
Cassie Lou almost laughed out loud at the inconstancies of the shifting legal system. "I know that you know, Uncle Roy, that if those collectors were to go through the same channels now that they did then to get their prize pieces in the first place they might well be in your present situation instead of the other way around*"
Cassie Lou also knew that Uncle Roy knew that she knew he could see through her layers of blouse and brassiere.
"I heard all that," Uncle Roy cracked wisely, lighting a cigarette. "And I also understand why a law is not retroactive in application-don't want to criminalize acts after the fact-"
"So as things go, Doctor LeRoy LaRue is the guilty one-"
"If I hadn't run awry with the lawboys they wouldn't have come down on me-"
"What can I tell you? It's not in the record of your court transcript that you accused certain art collectors who were also influential in the government of hiring members of the county sheriff's office to knock you off. That testimony was strictly hearsay and ruled tangential to the proceedings. It was subsequently stricken."
"But you do remember it-"
"Everyone at the state capitol heard about it and few would doubt it. Regardless of what was said. But I always reasoned there must have been more to it than that-"
"Maybe I did have something else on the art collectors and museum wheeler-dealers that I did not tell. Perhaps a secret relationship."
"You might have stiffed the deputies with respect to their expected payments of bribery regarding your varied enterprises. That amounts to larceny in their eyes."
"More than sufficient, isn't it?"
"You might try training your eyes not to look at my tits like that."
"Mightn't I."
"And stop licking your chops and pointing your tongue at my twat."
"Why."
"I want to die."
"Can't get much higher."
"If you're not embarrassed then it won't pay me to be," her eyes deflected from his. "Only gives you leverage on me. You had me going for a moment. Got a rise out of me."
"Open your thighs."
Cassie Lou felt her temperature rise.
Surprised herself.
"Is that your idea of sweet talking a woman? To come on like that?"
"They call it a joke."
"Only if it's funny."
Cassie Lou's cunny was runny.
Rutsweat slimed from her underarms and the itch in her asshole was terrible.
Sweltering titmeat and hard-nosed nipples made Cassie Lou's clothing unbearable.
She slipped her digits into her briefcase and filched a full pint flask of liquor from the innards. Sat two short glasses on the card table.
Tumbled beige fluid into one of them. Shot it down without a blink.
"Want a drink?" Cassie Lou said without looking directly at Uncle Roy.
She filled her glass again to the brim. Rimmed her mouthlips.
Slugged it down.
Uncle Roy sipped his amber liquid as Cassie Lou chugalugged her third.
She lit up a cigarette and watched Uncle Roy pause to flare up his own slim cheroot. He licked the tip and the length of the slender cigar.
Held his yawp ajar.
Triggered a lighter and ignited the tip.
"Cute," Cassie Lou said. "Figure you'd get me to thinking blowjob."
"Worked, didn't it?"
"Something I once read about between thought and expression there lies a lifetime-"
"Oh-one of those dirty French novelists. The absurd courts the vulgar: Marquis de Sade, Joris Karl Huysmans, Isidore Ducasse-Comte de Leaut-reamont. And one must not forget the erotic forays of Alain Robbe-Grillet, Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre, Albert Camus-"
"Speak English."
"Fuck you."
"See how easy it is?"
"I guess I've been using a lot of my time inside to catch up on some literature I earlier neglected. You ever read Henry Miller, Iceberg Slim, Erica Jong-they're all-American-now William S. Burroughs, you see, writes a mean-"
"Save the books for the latrine. I would like to explain how a pardon would operate."
"But that would leave me as guilty. A pardon implies I was-"
"Everyone important is familiar with your particular circumstances."
Uncle Roy didn't say a word.
Instead he was banking on Cassie Lou ingesting his hard-on with her eyes.
He shifted his thighs.
Leaned back in his chair.
Pricktip felt as if it would tear through his underpants and trousers.
Thick as a fist, the cockhead adorned the end of a limber finger of pullulating flesh running from the apex of Uncle Roy's crotch around the wad of his ballocks to the central part of his belly.
Cassie Lou saw the head of Uncle Roy's hangar bulging near to his belt buckle.
She thought she heard him chuckle, but his facial features did not move a muscle. His erection flexioned.
Cassie Lou snapped her eyes away.
"About the procedure for obtaining a pardon-" Cassie Lou gagged on the words.
As she spoke the obvious jokes crackled through her mindscape:
"Pardon my hard-on, ma'am."
Cassie Lou read the headlines:
PAROLE BOARD PUSSY PASSES PARDON PRIMED BY PRISONER'S HARD-ON.
And she threw it all aside.
"What I might propose for you to consider, Uncle Roy, is to go for the pardon and when the next governor comes in go for it to have the original verdict overturned."
"That way I don't have to make the present bunch of political cronies look so filthy-"
"Yeah. Once you're out-you'll see. You'll want to chill down awhile," Cassie Lou almost smiled. "Speaking of chilling." She blew upward from her mouth. "Hot as hell in here."
"Isn't it the truth."
Cassie Lou loosened the ties of her bowed neckscarf and diffidently opened the top button of her blouse. She shucked her lightweight tailored suitjacket and tossed it over the back of her chair.
Let out a breath.
Belched on booze.
Shot down another glug. Wiped her mug with the back of her wrist.
"Scuse me."
She bent forward over her knees and whipped her stockings down her legs to bare them. Then replaced her feet in her high-heeled shoes.
"I don't want you to think I am a floozy. Just a bit woozy from the heat."
"Here. Allow me."
Uncle Roy courteously flounced out Cassie Lou's blouse. Jugs jiggled in the titsling.
"Shit."
Mouths met.
"Mmmmm."
Faces all wet.
Uncle Roy's hands grappled with the straps on Cassie Lou's bra.
Tight tits squeaked in his grip. He twisted nippletips slowly.
"Uh."
Rolled his thumbs over boobflesh. Pressing nip between thumb and finger.
Uncle Roy stepped between Cassie Lou's thighs and her skirt began an uninterrupted rise past her pelvis to high on her hips.
"Oooooh."
Uncle Roy frictioned her clitoris through her moistening underpants.
Smutching sounds abounded with each frig. Her mulch quickened.
Guntjuice thickened.
Aperture slickened with briny slime, Uncle Roy's thumbs slammed right in.
"Uh-uiii!"
Cassie Lou whinnied.
Transparent parities whisked away from her cunny by Uncle Roy's bristly face.
Chewing her crotch.
Noshing her forest.
Drinking cuntjuices.
"Oooooh."
Uncle Roy's pants jostled to the floor as he gored into Cassie Lou with his bullhorn. Her snatch engulfed his whanger.
Pussycunt ate him up alive…
Gobbling twatlips spoke in no uncertain terms that there would be no survivors. Eloquent diction of the fucksuckrut.
Labia babbled baboonlike.
Prickspear seared her insides.
Like a rawhide rattlesnake Uncle Roy's polecat prowler shot out a long rainbow arc of sparkling jizzorn as Uncle Roy whipped it out of Cassie Lou's batter and let it scatter.
"What's the matter with you?" Cassie Lou chewed. "I heard you were a better screw than that!"
"I just wanted to get off some of the pent-up jizzom real fast so I could lax into it. Here. I'll fuck your tits."
Uncle Roy pumped his prong and jacked a couple thick curds of cockcome.
Remnants of his recent emission.
Creaming onto the tops of her titmounds.
Fucking her mouth as he did so, Uncle Roy sat squat down on Cassie Lou's boobcage and rubbed his fresh jizz into her breasts with his fanny.
"Now, your tits are dandy."
Uncle Roy fucked each nipple with the tip of his stinger. Ran it between.
"Aiiiiinh!"
Uncle Roy corked down, up, and under. Thundering ballocks against her perineum.
"Uuuuunh."
Adjusting his aim.
"Eiiiiigh!"
Spearing game.
Lancing the parole board dame in the anus. Bull's-eye in the asshole.
As if fully oiled in preparation, Uncle Roy's dingalingdong flew on.
Buried up her butt to his nuts on the very first thrust of bumrut.
"Unhunh."
Grinding their guts together, their faces met in suckering embrace.
Bellowing mouthlips vacuuming the interiors of their maws as assmeat ate up pronghorn.
Corkscrew action increased the traction.
Uncle Roy hacked out another snort of jizzom. Series of short bursts.
"Fucker-fuck more!"
"I told you before-got to go fast at first so I can ease into it later."
Limber jimstick twitched from Cassie Lou's rectum with a squeak like a cork being yanked from the neck of a wine bottle.
A few cords of jizz striped Uncle Roy's still-hard and deep pink prod making it look like an old-fashioned barber pole.
Cassie Lou groaned forward.
Took twanger with tongue.
Suckered from it shards of jizzom, anal mucus, vague remembrances of her cuntal sluices.
She goosed his gonads.
Yanked cock hard.
Charred the pricktip with incendiary flips of her labia.
Impaling herself on his white-hot poker as the rolled afuck under the card table.
As soon as he was able to contort into a good position, Uncle Roy repeatedly jerked and herked and plugged and unplugged his pecker.
Alternating fuck between Cassie Lou's pussy and her asshole pucker.
"Say, Doc Roy," the door cracked to a light rap with a cudgel "We was wondering if you wanted us to set a table in here for your meal-"
"No big deal," Uncle Roy's voice pealed confidently as Cassie Lou stifled a peep. "Say. My negotiating party here isn't a bit hungry. So why don't you just leave me a snack portion in my cell along with some tortillas and beans with a bit of picante sauce on the side."
"All right," the guardsman said. "Anything else for now?"
"How about asking the warden to leave a message with my lawyer to call me."
"Gotta say please for that one," the hillyboy chuckled as he smirked.
"Gawddamn," Cassie Lou croaked. "Almost blown, I think I'm about to flip out."
Uncle Roy turned as Cassie Lou unhitched her hiney from his hard-on.
Riffling through her briefcase.
"Yes-sssss."
She pulled out a switch-a small-sized sap, overlain with thin kidskin leather in the manner of a blackjack. "You like that?"
"Who doesn't?" Cassie Lou clapped the switchlike club against her clitbud.
Tamped it along her brush work.
Quirked it into her cunny.
Positioned her pelvis so his eyes could delve into her anus.
Spanked herself on the fannycheeks with the sap as she pinched her clit.
Twisted her tits.
Pitched her eyes up inside her head and saw climax in several colors.
Cassie Lou flipped her limbs spasmically. Grinning in maniacal rictus, she torquecl her trunk about and shot her ass around.
"Get down!"
Cassie Lou warped her form across Uncle Roy's lap. Prime peckermeat bending against her cabbage patch. Pet rocks dangling low.
Sn-aaack!
Uncle Roy whacked Cassie Lou's buttocks. The cheeks fluttered with each stroke.
Cassie Lou stoked herself with rolls of the blackjack between her tits and through her legs and at her clitnib.
Cassie Lou's assmeat reddened as ripe apple cheeks, Uncle Roy shucked her from her perch. Lurched alongside her.
"Wider."
Was inside her.
Uncle Roy crammed his jimjam wiredly down Cassie Lou's throat.
Rutted her cunt ravenously.
Fucked her fanny frenetically.
All the while babying her skin with feathery whips of the blackjack.
Thuds on titties.
"Colons so pretty."
Bumps to the clitbud.
"Hardly a thud."
Bouncing off buns.
"Oooooh. fun!"
Lobbing labia.
"Okay? — I'm burnt out on this stuff for now anyway. What do you say we-"
"Now, Uncle Roy. It's your turn," Cassie Lou said seizing the sap.
She cracked it quickly across his face.
"Hey!"
Battered his ballocks.
"Ow!"
Patted his cock.
"Aaaaawk!"
Cassie Lou brought Uncle Roy off by sticking the blackjack inside his asscrack and sliding it underneath to the back of his nutsack.
"I could use another drink," Uncle Roy said, sinking into a heap.
"A nip would do me well too," Cassie Lou chirruped as she rolled her nudity toward the table. She stood straight up.
Arched her back.
Tossed her tits out.
Pumped rump up.
Allowed her wettened hair to fall backward from her face as her head lowered slowly backward. Hand clutching liquor flask.
"Aaaaah!"
Cassie Lou gasped.
Gripped off-guard in orgasmic attack. She hacked up phlegm.
Snorted snot.
All her spots were hot.
She spread her legs and flopped her jaws apart halfway down to her knockers.
Cassie Lou hoarded the remainder of her stash of liquor down her throat. Alcohol gurgled up from her gullet.
Syruped mixed with a mulch of fermenting saliva and come over her mouthlips.
Sliced across her chin.
Dripped straight into her hair over the nape of her neck.
Glugged into her armpits.
Between and over her tits.
Filling her navel.
Zinging clitoris and trickling through labia. Binging her fundamental aperture.
Trailing round her gams to a puddle between her heels upon the floor.
The mixture of alcohol, fucksweat, rectal juice, cuntoils, cock jizz squished up in crests between her pert toes.
"Save some for me, Cassie Lou."
"I did. Drink it."
Uncle Roy snorted hoarsely. Began to lap the alcohol-infused bodily juices from ail the places aforementioned.
"Now about the pardon and parole board-" meeting I'll see what I can do."