Anonymous - Uncle Roy's secret

Popped it with pointed tongue.

Strung out an uninterrupted line of words unsepa-rated but accentuated with nagging twists of rhythmically clipped diction:

"Algun juzgado chingado aqui, bebe. En mi casa me dice que tu amiga puta gana su dinero especial haciendole la puneta a perras."

"Fucking chitter like a spider monkey, bitch. You must want to be hit more-bad!"

"I tell you what I said only because I want Sadie Mae and Sallie Anne and Mercedes to. know I said it: Some fucking jail here, baby. Back home they tell me your whore girlfriend makes her spending money jacking off bitch mutts."

"Bimbo slut," Trixie breathed. "I do believe you just asked for it-"

"Excuse my interruption," Mercedes puled abruptly. "But listen up, you Sapphic pulp. As a student in fashion design, I have to asked you who did your uniforms-quite enticingly butch-"

Trixie blushed.

"— If," Mercedes continued, "you like pickled gorilla clits. And, by the way, who does the decorating? You or your cuntsucking colleagues?"

"Move!"

Mercedes belched out loud.

Sallie Anne farted.

Sadie Mae puked out:

"You know, this is a free country and even we have a few liberties-"

"That's right," the guard chortled. "You have a right to go right down on that dogmeat bitch right in front of me or you'll get smacked right on your ripe melonheads. Right?"

"That's extortion," Sadie Mae blew. "Illegal too. You're the criminal."

The guard pointed her cudgel at Sallie Anne and Mercedes: "You two. Beat that sack of quimoil to a fucking pulp. Then have the little spic snit suck her hide dry from the inside."

Click of high-heeled footwear.

Guard's molten stare.

Memories returning like upchucks from.a cucumber and watercress sandwich consumed hastily at a tiresome garden party long ago in the eternal childhood of us all.

Jingle of rings strung from nipples. Clink of bells dangling from links strung through inner and outer labia.

Asshole limber and lined with rubber.

Mouth so pouting that you would want to club her. Smother her.

Love her.

Never could forget that face.

Boobs done up in leather and lace.

Stiletto heels, spurs of steel, and legs so long they ran. from hell to paradise.

"Cassie Lou? Is that you?"

"I do look a little different now," Cassandra Louise Lafayette LaRue Jones Massey said, smoothing the skirt to her business suit. "You like it rough, Trixie, as I recall"

Trixie snapped her club against her palm. Drew her tongue along her teeth.

"Deed I do."

"Funny how things turn out. I own you now," Cassie Lou flashed an ID, "Not only an attorney but member of the prison pardon and parole board. In certain, jurisdictions I may serve as arresting officer, prosecutor, judge, and jury."

"Back in the military, Cassie Lou-why, you was just a pussy-"

"Now I'm a tigress. You're under arrest, I saw enough evidence long ago to convict you as a neo-Nazi butchbitch sadist and sentence you to be properly wrenched into a pretzel and girlfucked until poached brainless in overheated bodyjuices induced by escalating and sequential climaxes of clitoral, vaginal, oral, and anal orgasm."

"Gawddamn."

"Unhand the prisoners directly. Remand them to my custody and your sentence shall herewith be hereby commuted forthwith.

"I'll let them go if you say so, Cassie Lou. But can't you have them punish me first?"

"Girls-I want you to summarily subdue and screw this chewed cud till she brings tears to your leers. It's okay. She's queer."

Snatchlips snicksnacked spasmically to the rhythm of the radio. Balls bounced upon bellies as another round of brew went down at Uncle Roy's Roadhouse.

In truth, there was little anticipation of a showdown. More in the spirit of a clan rodeo.

An armored van was loaded up with artifacts and armaments. In the event anything was hassled anywhere either side of the border Little Ramona's orders were to start shooting.

Yancey lanced in and out of the room. Untypically nervous and pacing.

Ramona was stationed by the barbecue pit inspecting the sustenance as it arrived. Mercedes was instructing Randy and Bubba in some techniques she had picked up during her short stay in jail.

And Sallie Anne had lined up potential headquarters south of the border and was running her eyeballs down a map.

Sadie Mae served up eggs and chili to Lafayette and the boys in the Rudedudes band.

"Somebody give me a hand," Little Ramona yelped, rolling out a barrel of beer.

Yancey gave his hard-on hawg the back of his hand and then set it to dancing inside the rim of Mercedes's trim mouthltps.

He cracked a smile as the doors blew back. Man came in alone with his hat cocked forward over his forehead. From the shadows of his hatbrim, eyeslits glinted a scattering of leaden blips.

He shot forth his hips.

Allowed his long loose capelike coat to undrape about his stomach.

Wad in the center of his crotch.

Starched ridge running up his underbelly in a hornlike curve.

Nib end of said appendage disturbing his belt buckle. He shot two fingers down.

Juggled his nuts.

Strutted to the counter and sat down on top of a round swivel stool.

Drooled.

"Coffee today?"

"If I stay."

"So have it your way."

"Steak and eggs. Hot sauce and wide white tortillas like Ramona makes."

"Been up here before?"

"Why you say that?"

"You seem to know the score."

"Not much."

"You never told me about the coffee, darling."

"Say, Sadie Mae. Make it hot and rich the way they make it in the kitchen."

"How you know my name?"

"You're famous."

"No I'm not."

"You got your name all over the papers there a few days back-"

"But I was innocent."

"Just nobody didn't press no charges is all. The fix was in again."

Sadie Mae squinted.

Leaned in under the man's hatbrim.

Cuntjuices ran crisp and thin. Sadie Mae's mouth began watering.

"Uncle Roy. Been such a long time since I last saw you."

"Remember what you said to me?"

"I wanted to ball you."

"But what happened?"

"You flew the coop. Turned into a jailbird. Isn't that the scoop?"

"One of them."

"Any of the others expect you?"

"My nephew over there recognized me when I came in-the one fucking my second cousin-"

"Yancey-fucking-Mercedes-"

"And the other ladies I do know. Don't know if they recognized me though."

"Jesus Mofo!" Bubba Buster said as he burst through the doorway in company with Randy. "My Uncle LeRoy. How long-?"

"Still going strong," Uncle Roy said aloud to the crowd.

Sadie Mae reached down within herself and determined to find out who was boss. Was Uncle Roy still the hero he used to be?

Or was Yancey now the one to beat?

Lafayette had been coming on strong.

And it wouldn't be long before Randy and Bubba would have to take the edge off their hard-ons. More than Sadie Mae could sensibly bargain for.

But then again" Let's us get lost," Sadie Mae said to Uncle Roy as she stripped off her apron.

She wiped her hands on a thin towel and came around to him.

Uncle Roy placed his extended fingers astride Sadie Mae's slim waist.

They kissed.

Face to face.

Tongues racing.

Tasting all different places.

Sadie Mae sucked out at the point of Uncle Roy's chin. He slid his grin over the center of her forehead and into her hair.

"Aaaaah."

Twisting her head about to peruse the ongoing frolics, Sadie Mae cocked her body out and up. Toward the side door.

Uncle Roy sat there stunned.

Sucking coffee from a dingy mug.

Eying her jugs.

Giving her hips the once-over.

Thinking about rolling Sadie Mae in the hay or the clover.