Uncle Roy's secret

Chapter 3

Big prick sticking up with its head just visible. Hovering like an inflated dirigible above the edge of the table top.

Yancey popped his hand up and down the length. Bracing his ballocks.

Hooking them underneath with a tweak as he leafed through a small sheaf of marbled papers upon which were mounted delicate traceries in feathers and leather featuring bodies in artistic and athletic portrayal of the fucksuckrut.

Yancey sensed the movement out of the corner of his eyes. He wasn't wise-he assumed it was female because it slinked in from the women's cabana.

Of course it presumably could have been Lafayette, whom he had spied there before through the askance door, or any other of the rawhide dudes laid out about the establishment.

But Yancey had more or less been expecting something like this.

A little more expectant than less, as a matter of fact.

But not exactly like that-outlined in crisp silhouette within the door frame.

Ramona cracked a smile tightly around what looked like a set of smallish piranha teeth. Slicked her tongue out over her lower lip.

Swathed her chin.

Tiny tits bouncing rhythmically.

Pelvis wincing jittery.

Piplike nippletips circlets of pinkness scanned through the frilliness of her diaphanous blouse of ruffles and lace.

Trace of pussy seen through the pleats of her flouncy skirt of net gauze.

Gun held in front of her face.

"Like Uncle Roy's collection that much?" Little Ramona chewed lewdly through crudely screwed and rudely ruby-colored roundel mouthlips.

"So far," Yancey muttered aimlessly not bothering to move his hands.

"Take it out, motherfucker. Take your cock out where I can see it."

Yancey was motionless.

With no apparent motive.

"Don't move, Yancey. Don't breathe. But move that thing or lose it."

Yancey reflexively tightened his anal sphincter. His dick danced from where he had opened his pants and let them slide over his knees.

"Freeze."

Hard-on hovered.

"Slooooowly. Extremely so, bigboy. I don't want to see any slick moves."

Yancey snapped his knees together.

Slid his lowered pants off over his boots-or tried to.

Bent lower as Little Ramona lowered her aim equivalently with a leveling action of the big Colt revolver.

"Stand up. And don't move another muscle but that one right below your turn-turn or I'll blow your ballocksoff."

"Okay."

Yancey bent tighter to massage his bootheels over his toenails.

Cockmeat stabbing him just below the chest at the bottom of his ribcage or at least as high as his bellybutton Ramona's eyes told her though she couldn't believe it.

Yancey stood easily.

"You know what I want, Yancey."

"I gather I'm supposed to."

Yancey eyed his own Remington firearm now out of harm's way for the moment on the floor nestled in the holster affixed to the belt of his trousers.

"Kick it over," Ramona brayed. "Okay, stay stiff that way."

Yancey stood immobile save for the bubble of his pricktip and the fluttering of his nuggets. He could not budge.

"Read my cuntlips. Do you feel lucky today? Tell me, punk. Do you?"

"Not particularly."

Yancey kicked his pants with the attached gunbelt halfway toward Ramona's ankles.

"Go ahead. Make my day."

Yancey strayed his tongue out and about his narrowly assholed mouthlips.

He spread his tongue wide and then spread his mouth too.

Grin slashed from the center of his chin to his earlobes emanating the smugness of the satiated feline predator or the underside reptilian leer of an engorged penis.

"You want it, hermana Ramona. Any way I can throw it to you. Want to taste it in the face. In your hiney. Below your waist."

"What are you a doctor in anyway?"

"You want it in mouth, ass, and cunt and can come just like that-look, ma, no hands!-with prick in any of your glands."

"My man is wise. Just don't go cracking off like that too loudly-"

"Little Ramona also fucks her hermanas-her sisters. Ramona chinga su hermanas. Toca sus tatas grarides en su chochita y culito. Ychzca hermana Ramona chupa sus labias con picas de los dientes de su boca encantada."

"Can't you speak English when you talk such filthy nonsense, Yancey? You must think I'm bilingually illiterate."

Yancey chattered as if in dreary translation during a Spanish class:

"Ramona fucks her sisters. Takes their big boobs in her little cuntie pie and little asshole. And little sister Ramona blisters their cuntlips with nips from those teeth of her enchanted mouth."

"Cocksure, Yancey. You are a wiseguy all right. But not entirely correct as to what you construe is going to happen to you."

"What did I ever do?"

"What you are going to do is fuck my mouth, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt. With your face."

Ramona traced a tight trapezoid in the air with the barrel of the pistol.

She pointed the gun at his pecker.

Aimed it at his nuts.

Chuckled.

"Start fucking my face with your face, sucker. Suuuuu-uck it."

Yancey sucked his lower lip thoughtfully.

"But first, Yancey. Let's get the little matter of your firearm out of the way."

Yancey quietly moved his foot toward his trousers. Slid the pile of pants with the holster and repeater and slender bandolier laced through the beltloops well out of easy reach.

"Now be a peach to me, Yancey."

Ramona gaped her mouth.

Stuck her tongue out.

He sucked it.

Oral appendages dazzled the insides of each other's maws.

Sucking cheeks of mouths inside out. Running teeth along gums.

"Yum."

Strumming mouthlips. Slipping with straightened hard-on tongues.

Lingual organs licked out and up. Yancey*s spread tongue hit Ramona's nostrils dead-on and mashed them to her face.

"Uuuuunh."

Yancey's penis wavered exposed to the draft as his balls lofted up her thigh.

As he rode into her eyefolds with wisplike whips of his lingual meat.

He chewed up into Rarnona's eyesockets. Shellacked her hair with saliva.

"Aiiiii!"

Without a trace of remorse, Yancey had no recourse but to put Little Ramona at the whims of her misery.

He furled his tongue into a tight scroll. Pressured it into her nose.

Blew out.

"Unh."

Fucked her nostril with his tongue. Ran his jawbone rat-tat-tat along her trap.

Went for her gun and his liekety-split, at once, simultaneously.

And heard her trigger click.

"Watch it, Yancey, That was my warning shot. I took one cartridge out-"

Yancey suckered her snout.

Moved his maw along her cheekbones and closed in on her ear.

"You better get the butt of your gun in my possession," Ramona intoned as deadly as though it were a confessional.

Yancey lapped into her earcup.

Cupped his palms about her two braless puplike titties as if asking alms.

"Take your fucking mitts off of my tits* Keep your yip dripping and work it swift, Hand your gun over and we can have some more fun."

Yancey reached in back of his waist. Drew his derringer and swung it into her face. She licked it from his fist.

Spat the little pistol out and tittered as it skittered across the floor.

Ramona's engorged earlobes were loaded into Yancey's mouth. Pleasing pulls upon her earrings sent shudders searing down her spinal column to her sphincter and clitoris.

"More,"

Yancey gnawed the backs of Ramona's ears. Lapped down her neck.

"Yes."

Ramona released the string of her loose frilled bodice and two choice titlets tart as wild cherries and pointed as darts smartassed out.

Yancey clenched his jaw about her bared shoulder. Drooped maw lower.

Took the flesh between her chest and bicep into his lips and sucked it like the petal of a flower. Licked langorousiy.

Into her armpit.

"Suckit."

He worked her underarms to a froth. Brought his mouth into play between her boobs.

Yancey moved lower as he unwound Ramona's wrapped skirt which hung wraithlike from her hinders while Yancey chewed her navel to cinders. Bellybutton blazed like clitbud.

"Unini."

Yancey slicked quickly down the outside of one of Ramona's gams.

Ran his pointed pricktongue between her rows of piggietoes on both feet.

"Neat."

"Want to come?"

"There's more to it, chum, I've got an itch. Fuck my bum. With your face."

Yancey ratcheted his head between Ramona's legs. Broke between her fannymeat.

"Scratch it."

Yancey whisked his chin over Ramona's assrim. The beard stubble sheared clearly across the donut-shaped bubble.

"Eeeeeh."

Bristles nettled inside the crinkled ridges of Ramona's rosebud.

Yancey snicked the barbs of his moustache sideways across Ramona's asshole. Her hips rolled on horizontal axis.

Nestled in asskiss.

Asshole smooched into his puckering mouthlips; Saliva skipped from his yip.

"Eeeeeh."

Ramona's asshole gave way like London bridge falling down-my fair lady's buttocks broke out loud as she shook her hinders.

"Booooop!"

Ramona blew from her blowhole.

"Ooooops!"

Spasmic attacks shook Ramona's buns for another round of thunder.

"Br-aaack!"

From her asscrack.

Ramona farted again:

"Pooooot!"

Tooted once more as she tumbled cackling to the floor. Yancey boring into her.

Yancey squeezed his tongue into the interior of Ramona's posterior.

Asshole yammered.

Tongue stammered.

Maw hammered anus.

Hard.

"Aaaaargh."

Swerved tonguetip in corkscrew action in her anal grip.

"Ulululululu."

Yancey drew his oral assemblage away from Ramona's shimmering fanny.

Licked up her crack.

"Ack."

Nudging with his nose, Yancey tugged the inside of Ramona's asshide.

Licked her underside along the posterior commissure running in a folded seam of skin delineating her perineum.

Suckering the slick patch between the lower rim of her anus and her pubic patch.

"Are you ready for this?" Ramona twitched the hair trigger of her revolver.

Yancey chuckled into nothingness.

"That one wasn't there either, sister," Yancey said as Ramona waved the gun above her sweat-drenched hair.

"Not fair," Ramona leered. "I must have taken two out. But no doubt the next one-"

"I saw from the other end of the magazine when you were pointing it at me. The rest are filled. But they're blanks."

"Thanks."

Ramona pulled the trigger.

Bla-aaain!

Dried timbers shook at the top of the room. She fingered another.

Booo-ooooom!

Noises from the next room.

"I should tell you, Yancey, about those cartridges Uncle Roy had made up-look like blank ones but loaded with small-gauge buckshot."

Ramona strutted her butt in front of YanceyJs face, twirled on her toes and slunk spread-legged into place.

Buckled to the deck of the table as Yancey bent to gobble up enormous quaffs of her cuntcome straight from her flews.

"Oooooh."

Ramona jacked off Yancey with her feet as he reached deeper inside of her cuntal squint with lingual lunges.

"Unhunh."

Yancey trimmed Ramona's clitoris above the forest of her thighs with high snide rises and falls of his entire oral assemblage.

He danced his tapered tonguetip across the face of her clitflesh.

"Yes-sssss."

Took clit between his incisors. Clicked his teeth tightly.

"Enini."

Sucked the clitbud with bellowing action of his facecheeks. Strafing pinkmeat to tenderness such that it sang.

Then Yancey's mouthlips twanged Ramona's clitmeat while she moved her own mouth maniacally and soundlessly.

Wordlessly.

Eternally speechless.

Abruptly she screeched:

"Aiiiiinh!"

Ramona spiraled off into orgasmic oblivion. Fidgeting digits clawed her clit.

She loaded her labia into Yancey's muttering maw as he sawed into her with barracuda grin. Lifting her hinders, Yancey stoked a couple of fingers into Ramona's buttery asshole.

Cuntbroth boiled.

Juices oiled her innertubes.

Yancey cockhead roiled with the energy of hard-on white-hotness. His ballocks were blown up like beachballs.

Ramona pawed his gonads. ran her fingers at his anus and suckered along the insides of his thighs about his kneecaps as Yancey sucked Ramona's paps.

Puckering his mouth about her boobs. Sucking them down.

Stretching them out.

"Ow!"

Snapping them back onto her boobcage.

Yancey began sputtering along Ramona's ribs. One thumb up Ramona's bum.

The other hooked onto the cuff of his discarded pants, which he had just drawn up behind him with one of his big toes.

Yancey torqued Ramona's body about.

"Bullshit," she spat directly into his teeth. "Motherfucker," right into his eyes.

Half blinded by Ramona's spittle, Yancey gave up the quest for his gun and went instead for the pistol in Ramona's hand.

Ramona jawed bitterly:

"Gawddamn motherrfucking sistersucking son of a bitching asshole-eating-"

"Not very sisterly words, Little Ramona. Shame on you for using your mouth that way."

Ramona beat Yancey to his own gun. Came up with it in her fist.

Yancey had Ramona's opposing wrist deftly in his grip and shifted his weight.

"Eiiingh."

Easily twisted her Colt to the floor.

Both of them swarmed for it.

Yancey snagged the weapon into the corner with a sidesweeping thrash of his open-palmed hand and blocked Ramona's advance with a kick into the center of her hiney as the gun bounced heavily off the trim at the bottom of two walls arid chipped across the slatted floorboards pretty nearly right into Yancey's rummaging paws.

Ramona snorted.

Attempt to recover firearm aborted, Rarnona did not give pigshit anyway.

Awesomely, Ramona turned around.

Got down on her knees.

Pointed Yancey's Remington at his pecker. As he directed her Colt toward the floor right about where her clitbud was.

"Please," Ramona said. "Show some courtesy. Preserve some dignity if you will."

"Blow me."

"Of course, I must slake my thirst. How fast can you burst off some jizzom?"

"Never timed it."

Ramona bit it.

"Uuuuunh."

Tongued the grinning cockhead with slow and deadly dredges of her lingual organ, Then chawed the balls to porridge.

"Unh."

Ramona played ring-around-the-rosie with Yancey's asshole.

Sniffed, it like posies.

Both of them held their respective guns-each originally belonging to the other one-aimed more or less at the ready as Ramona scratched Yancey s ass and blew him.

Rubbing her ruby-tipped titties down his thighs to his knees as she squeezed her head back stretching the dihgalingdong out long.

"Eaughn!"

Yancey's boner exploded like a galactic nebula. Stardust streaked through the air.

Shining cosmic jizzomic milky way sprayed across Ramona's tresses, Constellations of come stuck to Ramona's eyelashes, Sashes of joyjuice were strung like traceries of spiraling shooting stars from her chin to the tips of her titties.

"Looks so pretty."

"Now you're getting dirty."

Another chuckle of cockcream curdled through the air in a slow low arc.

LandedSplat!

Flatly on her chin.

"Inini."

Hung from her jowls like the wattles of a gobbling fowl.

Ramona trailed her tongue out and caught the next jolt of jizzom fired randomly from Yancey's pullulating penis.

Ramona snickered as her bickering maw gagged down his gonads one at a time.

She snuggled his legs with her thighs. Slid down easily and contorted.

Tripping Yancey with squeezes of her gluteus till he toppled.

"Fuckingchrist!"

"We're both going for the derringer now, I take it. Don't fake it."

Ramona loaded her maw with Yancey's balls. He chawed on her labia…

"You know, Ramona," Yancey said mincing tripe, "! think I understand your type."

"Oh? More than I do."

"Almost as though we were kin."

"I'm listening."

"This other stuff was a ploy. What I'm mainly here for is to find a way to get Uncle Roy out of where he is now."

"How we gonna do that?"

"Many ways to peel a pussy."

"That's no answer."

"He has a chance for parole-"

"Not for years the rap he's on-not what he was convicted of but what he's really in. for."

"I was wondering about that. All I knew was the crap in the newspaper. So he was obviously framed. We could have it overturned."

"Uncle Roy bookwormed that one at the prison library already. No dice. Sides-it was the law trained Uncle Roy just to get him out of their hair. Didn't know he'd still be operating full swing from in there."

"Whatever happens, Ramona dear-you and your sisters come in for a share. Where are they? should take a meeting posthaste."