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Chapter 1

Sucking Sadie Mae was only her nickname.

Here is how she got that way:

One day early ay-em Sadie Mae had become a little looped tippling the good stuff while cleaning up some of the artifacts strewn about Uncle Roy's Roadhouse.

The college crowd hung out at that establishment because of its down-home reputation and its being decorated with arrowheads, masks, zany sculptures created out of armadillo, alligator, and peccary hide to provide essential ambience. These artistic creations were to some extent meant to be taken as semblances of the surrounding educational institutions' team mascots.

Word was Sadie Mae in her alcohol delirium revived some of the bombed-out sorority sisters by kissing them.

Down there.

Where their pubic hair entwined so finely about their tasty little twatlips.

Kissed those sisters till they blistered and festered and all the rest.

Then blew some of the big fellows.

The jocks.

Sucked their cocks.

Right there where they had passed out on the floor of Uncle Roy's Roadhouse after a bout with a bit too much grain liquor.

Then the kicker.

Sadie Mae had her way.

Balled them.

All of them.

Boys and girls together.

In front of one another.

Sadie Mae had gotten down.

Gone down.

Pissed them down.

Symbolic and all that.

As the college crowd was wont to impart.

But that was just rumor.

Sadie Mae was not like that at all.

She just had a pair of those Cupid's bow lips that made everybody wish she did with them what they fancied she should.

"Come on, dollbaby," one of the raucous fraternity brothers yakked at Sadie Mae a little after midnight, winking at another dude down the counter from him drinking at the bar.

"You want another one?" Sadie Mae said to the first one.

Knowing he was having a little fun.

"Line them up," he said to Sadie Mae. "But I want you to take it away-I can pay you to do it if you want. "

"Wha-?" Sadie Mae said, her hair getting in the way of her forced smile and lightly dancy eyes. "Can't hear you anyway-"

The guitar player wailed in the center of a distorted solo involving quick picking and relentless torquing of guitar strings. The bass picked up its lock-step as the singer took a breather and waltzed up to the bar.

Sadie Mae flashed her ass to the pack of dudes as cymbals crashed from the bandstand. The drummer rumbled in tandem with clinks of beer bottles and longlong drinks.

Tequila voice rasped:

"Whooo-ie! Sadie Mae-don't you let those shorts get in the way. "

Macho next to him brayed:

"Maybe they'll fall down today-I can almost see the crack of her ass now-if she doesn't wiggle away too fast-"

A natural-blonde preppy bitch all lily-assed in from the east coast on a cheerleading scholarship could not take her eyes off Sadie Mae's hips. She licked her lips:

"Omigaaaaawd! You boys are so rude," she chewed lewdly through screwed lips. "While you all crawl all over her, I'll watch. "

"Come on, Mercedes," Sadie Mae yelped to her. "You already got your twat full with Bubba and Randy there. "

"I don't care," Mercedes glared directly at Sadie Mae's two tits. "I might be able to get sooooome-thing out of it. "