As if Mercedes were flirting.
Feeling up Sadie Mae with her peepers.
And-Sadie Mae thought blindly, though she was trying desperately not to think at al!-Sadie Mae did not mind Mercedes's look.
Not at all
She enjoyed it.
The thought.
But not particularly the touch.
Not too much.
Enough was enough.
But Sadie Mae was tough.
She would rough it out.
Mercedes's fingers lingered gingerly upon Sadie Mac's bare waist as-Bubba stabbed a cigarette into the side of Mercedes's twisted mouthlips and Randy lit the stick up.
The boys were quietly joking. Poking their fingers into each other's chest arid armpits as they sucked down hits of beer and smoke.
As if waiting for something to happen between Mercedes and Sadie Mae.
As if they knew something would and they were enjoying the suspense.
Sadie Mae saw that as innocence, She might have the wildest of dreams and fantasies.
But she didn't have to act them out.
Not here.
In evidence of Sadie Mac's comrnitment to keeping herself neat emotionally, she told herself she felt nothing at all for any of this crowd.
Crinkled her forehead.
She took Mercedes's wrist and led her up into her navel.
Was she actually doing this?
Why was she doing this?
Sadie Mae's skin flushed in the face and down her neck.
Pinkness piqued her shoulders and her quim began to smolder.
Her reaction was tame-Sadie Mae thought. Not like some other's Sadie Mae had seen in various locker rooms, dormitories, and latrines.
Sisterly activity.
All in the family of woman.
Gal pals pussying around.
Of course, sometimes when the girls got to fucking around it was almost as if they were really getting down.
Sure-some dollbabies Sadie Mae had come.across had definite proclivities.
The way such dames went for pussy was with a withering passion that was perhaps hotter than their flame for cock.
Those girls would snot up each other's box. Shove their fingers wedged together with their thumbs and run them up each other's innards to make each other come.
Phalanges flickering across and within each others hides.
Fidgeting digits in the backside, cuntcrack, up the back from the spine to the nape of the neck. So hot and wet.
Punching the pussy.
Fistfucking fanny.
Oral intercourse digitally.
There was the smooching of cuntlips some girls called the bitchkiss.
Then the flatfuck wherein females frictioned their entire hotbods against each other. When you pressed the pussy apart and rubbed it into clit and quim it was known as platypussing.
And Sadie Mae viewed with amusement the stories about when some damsels got it in. Fucked with their clitorises.
If a clit hard-on was thick enough. If when engorged the nattering pip pricked up and out from the pubic poutYou could screw with it.
Stick the clitoris between the labia and fuck with it.
Called it cuking-when you could do it.
And even called it that when you just played at it and really couldn't get the little clitnib in anything. Just rubbed it real fast.
Against another chick's ass.
Or you could cuke in the face-that was a variation of sistersucking. Or buck your cunny on their back while playing cowgirls.
Sadie Mae had heard tell of-or had imagined on her own-some nifty switches.
Bitches whipping each other with their long sweat-sweetened braided hair.
Running their tresses through their teeth. Pressing strands up into each orifice and coming when yanked from quim and bum.
And the butch ones.
Tribades.
Babes who wore pitch-black metal-studded leather dildos and fucked each other in the bucket, cunt. Even blew each other.
Sadie Mae had overheard some hardbod college cuties talking about Sappho the poetess and her girls gagging down each other's goodies sometime back in ancient Greece.
Sadie Mae did not know if she herself qualified as a dyke.
It had never struck tier as such.
But then, hitherto Sadie Mae had never actually done that much.
One thing she did know was that she had a hankering for a suck on Mercedes's cunt. And for her to suck hers.
"Okay now, Sadie Mae?" Randy said, hoisting another beer toward her.
Bubba Buster thumped his twanger dangerously near to the side of Sadie Mae's head. Legs spread wide and glistening.
Dicktip snickering.
Balls slung low.
"I gotta go," Sadie Mae sighed.
She opened her legs wide.
"Stay, Sadie Mae," Mercedes brayed center stage, splayed across the table of the booth.
Her pubic mount was a frost of partially congealed cuntcome and prickjizz. Her engorged clitoris shone brightly.
Pusslips concealed by the raveled threads of her well-torn fuck-welted twat.
Sadie Mae was hot.
Spasms flashed round her assrim.
Simmered in her quim.
Shimmering cold and heat beat from Sadie Mae's clitineat to the peaks of her tits. Desert dryness gripped her craw.
Then a gush of saliva inward over her gullet. Sadie Mae felt it coming.
"I gotta go. Now. Have to peepee."
Mercedes spoke boldly, coldly. As if dribbling the obvious to a sniveling idiot sibling, she snarled directly at Sadie Mae's snatch:
"You gotta pee, Sadie Mae?" Mercedes flared her nostrils mercilessly.
"Use me-"
"Pardon?" Sadie Mae spoke with a clit hard-on that spiked her up the spine to the back of her brain. "Mercedes, I thought you said-"
"Drench me."
Randy blurted:
"Jesus Fuckingchrist the third!"
Bubba blathered:
"My word!"
"Turn your cutoffs down, Sadie Mae," Mercedes cooed. "That's the way. Slide them down those lickable legs of yours."
Sadie Mae shot her head around.
"Now climb up on the table," Mercedes babbled. "With me."
Sadie Mae tentatively bit her lips. Knelt next to the stripped and glistening Mercedes.
"I can feel your bodyheat, Sadie Mae. Closer now. Crouch right over me."
Sadie Mae moved her eyes away from Mercedes's face. Ignored the porous gazes of Randy and Bubba sitting there watching with blazing hard-ons.
Down by the bungalows there was the glow of coals as the band members roasted up some feed. Sounds of automobile engines and squeals of girls.
The whores Sadie Mae's sister Sallie Anne had lined up for the musical boys were arriving now.
The power of the imagery of fucksuckrut surrounding Sadie Mae blew through her ears. She didn't hear at first"Sadie Mae. I asked you to straddle my face. As if you were riding and I am the saddle. But please, whatever you do-don't touch me."
Sadie Mae did so.
"Watch it, babydoll," Mercedes bawled. "I don't want to get wet just yet."
Nostrils flared as Sadie Mae snorted. Blared snot from her snout.
She let it all hang out.
"Whoa!"
Sadie Mae shimmied her ass from side to side.
"Wheee!" Mercedes lowed. "Tee hee hee. I can see Sadie Mae's aaaaassssshole!"
Sadie Mae churned her groin.
Her bladder burned.
"Let's go!"
Fizzle drizzled from her cuntfolds.
"Sadie Mae, I can see your peeeeehole too."
Trickling liquid weaseled down the insides of Sadie Mae's legs.
Draining to her kneecaps.
Striating her thighs with urine. Spattering her calves with her own piss.
Mercedes kissed the air.
"Ulululululu."
Gargled Sadie Mae's drizzle.
Mercedes twirled her straightened hard-on tongue like a swizzle stick.
Shot her yip up.
Smacked Sadie Mae in the clit.
"Unh."
Rivulets of piss striped Mercedes's whitegirl neck. Micturition fizzed as it spread over Mercedes's ultra-white shoulders.