Blow Me

Ramona jawed bitterly:
"Gawddamn motherrfucking sistersucking son of a bitching asshole-eating—"

"Not very sisterly words, Little Ramona. Shame on you for using your mouth that way."
Ramona beat Yancey to his own gun. Came up with it in her fist.
Yancey had Ramona's opposing wrist deftly in his grip and shifted his weight.
"Eiiingh."
Easily twisted her Colt to the floor.
Both of them swarmed for it.
Yancey snagged the weapon into the comer with a sidesweeping thrash of his open-palmed hand and blocked Ramona's advance with a kick into the center of her hiney as the gun bounced heavily off the trim at the bottom of two walls and chipped across the slatted floorboards pretty nearly right into Yancey's rummaging paws.
Ramona snorted.
Attempt to recover firearm aborted, Ramona did not give pigshit anyway.
Awesomely, Ramona turned around.
Got down on her knees.
Pointed Yancey's Remington at his pecker. As he directed her Colt toward the floor right about where her clitbud was.
"Please," Ramona said. "Show some courtesy. Preserve some dignity if you will."
"Blow me."
"Of course. I must slake my thirst. How fast can you burst off some sperm?"
"Never timed it."
Ramona bit it.
"Uuuuunh."
Tongued the grinning cockhead with slow and deadly dredges of her lingual organ. Then chawed the balls to porridge.
"Unh."
Ramona played ring'around-the-rosie with Yan-cey's asshole.
Sniffed it like posies.
Both of them held their respective guns—each originally belonging to the other one—aimed more or less at the ready as Ramona scratched Yancey's ass and blew him.
Rubbing her ruby-tipped titties down his thighs to his knees as she squeezed her head back stretching the dingalingdong out long.
"Eaughn!"
Yancey's boner exploded like a galactic nebula. Stardust streaked through the air.
Shining cosmic sperm sprayed across Ramona's breasts.
Constellations of come stuck to Ramona's eyelashes. Sashes of joyjuice were strung like traceries of spiraling shooting stars from her chin to the tips of her titties.
"Looks so pretty."
"Now you're getting dirty." v
Another chuckle of cockcream curdled through the air in a slow low arc.
Landed—
Splat!
Flatly on her chin.
"Inini."
Hung from her jowls like the wattles of a gobbling fowl.
Ramona trailed her tongue out and caught the next jolt of jizzom fired randomly from Yancey's pullulating penis.
Ramona snickered as her bickering maw gagged down his gonads one at a time.
She snuggled his legs with her thighs. Slid down easily and contorted.
Tripping Yancey with squeezes of her gluteus till he toppled.
"Fuckingchrist!"
"Slime."
"We're both going for the derringer now, I take it. Don't fake it."
Ramona loaded her maw with Yancey's balls. He chawed on her labia.
"You know, Ramona," Yancey said mincing tripe, "I think I understand your type."
"Oh? More than I do."
"Almost as though we were kin."
"I'm listening."
"This other stuff was a ploy. What I'm mainly here for is to find a way to get Uncle Roy out of where he is now."
"How we gonna do that?"
"Many ways to peel a pussy."
"That's no answer."
"He has a chance for parole—"
"Not for years the rap he's on—not what he was convicted of but what he's really in for."
"I was wondering about that. All I knew was the crap in the newspaper. So he was obviously framed. We could have it overturned."
"Uncle Roy bookwormed that one at the prison library already. No dice. Sides—it was the law framed Uncle Roy just to get him out of their hair. Didn't know he'd still be operating full swing from in there."
"Whatever happens, Ramona dear—you and your sisters come in for a share. Where are they? We should take a meeting posthaste."