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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 pulsed 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 burtercream 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 slinked 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. Bubba grabbed the video camera and started filming. He loved making sex videos. Especially when it involved gangbang action.

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 vapours through the pores of their fuck suck rutting 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, this needs to be a real dirty video. Lets get fucking hardcore style like in those gangbangs they film in Hollywood" 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. "Does 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 saw 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 straighter. 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.
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 right 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 and 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 blow job lips of hers. Chew cock. Nibble nuggets. Cream asshole. Nip nipples. Lick cunt slit. Have them all drink from her pink. Taste the whip maybe and—hey! no maybe here—why not dish it out?

"Forget it," Sadie Mac 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 eye folds. 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 Mae'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:
"1 could use a drink."

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