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."
Chapter 6
Sex on premises was hardly the way to run an art gallery, Landry Phillips reflected; But there were exceptions.
His asshole twitched as the lithe lips of Sallie Anne slid over his dick.
The other one-she who looked quite like Sallie Anne from some angles-which was to say a lot like Landry's wife in earlier days-Sadie Mae was the other one's name.
And she gnawed away at his balls.
Landry's grin was fixed into a rictus-a smirking death's head resembling cockhead sculptures in his collection.
Glistening lips and slash of mouth drawn back far and wide concealing his cheeks and revealing his razor teeth and garish gullet.
Red tongue flared from its lair inside his head and eyes gleamed like pearl mother insets into his skul-like visage.
The two young ladies now jabbering upon Landry's gonads had worked fast.
Jizzom lashed from his peckertip.
Cream whipped across their faces.
Scum raced down their sweat-drenched tresses as they flailed his nuggets with their hair. His teeth were bared and clenched.
Eyes wrenched upward. Staring orgasmically into the back of his head.
Landry knew that after these two were through with him he might as well be left for dead. So he set about brewing up another rush of come.
These sisters had dropped by Landry's gallery without an appointment-a not-uncommon practice among Landry's ostentatiously acquisitive and capricious clientele.
Said they had been referred second-handly by a man they knew of through another friend or two whose property, like their own, had been blessed with oil-drenched soil.
"Well, little ladies," Landry had said. "I don't know how you feel about this time of day. But I'd say you arrived just in time for tea."
Sallie Anne looked away.
Sadie Mae looked Sallie Anne's way.
"Of course, by tea-I mean it local style."
"I might have some coffee," Sadie Mae said with eyes slowly swaying from side to side.
"We could brew some. I personally might have some thick coffee and a bite or two of beer or tequila-you ever tried mezcal?"
Sallie Anne drawled lamely:
"We don't want to get too far out there. We wanted to maybe do some business. To take a look at some of your-dildos-"
Landry Phillips thinned his lips. Drew back the ends of his mouth whiplike across his face in a stylish rictus of diffident lust.
"Ladies, I appreciate that very much."
Landry had naturally known-he didn't even have to take his cues from the babes' boob-chewing tube tops, tight miniskirts, and more-than-flirtatious spike heeled fuck-fuck-fuck-me pumps-they had come to examine the Landry Phillips Gallery's renowned and extensive collections in ethnographic art-the kind they used to call primitive before everyone-in writing and on tee-vee at least-started having to say everyone's culture was equal.
The gallery held carvings from the sex cults of ancient Abyssinia and Nubia; erotic engravings from China and Japan; earrings, labrets, nippleclips, ciit-stirrups from Indonesia; buttplugs from Byzantium as a sideline; as well as graphic artistic expressions of the passions of India (the subcontinent) and Indians (the other kind).
"But first things first," Landry said with animation to his diction. "In addition to our teatime tipple I might suggest a thimbleful of yage extract such as the native peoples of the Amazon rainforest use to commune with the eagle and the jaguar and the secrets of life-"
"That's the stuff," Sallie Anne coughed on a cigarette drag, "they use to fuck on? They get high and they think they are going to die-"
Landry returned an easy sly smile:
"While some of the stories are exaggerated, they do have some basis in fact. You might be thinking, too, of yohirnbine brew-it's a plant native to central Africa and indeed it is prescribed by physicians in tablet form to counteract physiologic symptoms of frigidity and impotence-"
"I might use some of that," Sadie Mae said cattily. "I'll share some with you."
"On the other hand," Landry began, taking the time to tug at the ladies' titties and panties with his glance, "there is intriguing historical testimony regarding the use of the jimson-or locoweed-in the treatment of certain essential maladies of the spirit and flesh-"
The young women's eyes widened noticeably as Landry continued:
"-The early conquistadors compared its effects as learned from the aboriginals with that of their homegrown Spanish fly."