"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.