"Yo' raht, luv. So how we go 'bout they-at?"
"Wehyull, see thet fella comin' in naow, looks lahk he's lookin' fer poon, ah'll bet, an' thet's whut we want, ain' it?"
"Ah ain' gone give um none, Mae!"
"Naw, hon' ah din' say give um nuthin'. He's gone give us suthin', Meggie."
The graduate student, touring around the area to research his sociology dissertation on what had been at one time called "crackers," currently classified as "disadvantaged," was unaware of any trap being set. He walked into the country store to see two very good looking but ill-dressed girls looking at him with interest.
He was male, so why wouldn't he return their gazes with as much, if not interest compounded by his frustration at his former girlfriend?
"Hi, " he said, smiling. "Can y'all tell me wheah ah kin find a fella named 'Patrick?'"
His accent was not as blatant as the two girls', but it had a lilt to it. Startled, one of the girls (her last name was Patrick) stammered,
"Weyull, ah reckon Paytrick's nawt heah raht now, but he's due back almos' anytahm. Havva beer and wait foh him?"
"Sure, miss, ah'll have a beer. Coors?"
"Got Bud, Miller, local brew called Red Dog . . . ?"
"Hey, I'll try thet local . . . micro brewery around here, huh?"
"Yeh, an' some local . . ."
"Meggie!"
"Oh, shee-it, yeah. But, hell, Mae, this fella's no gummint man . . . are ye, mister?"
"No, actually, I'm in grad school, makin' a survey . . . but not for the government."
"Wheah yo' from, mister?"
Dan was actually (one of his own favorite words) from West Virginia, a state probably regarded by these Alabama girls as northern. He never considered himself Yankee, his home was within a mile of the Virginia border, so he had always considered himself pretty much a southerner. He had learned to talk "funny," as he put it, in college, as part of his cover for his research.
Now he was enjoying his beer and the attention of the two girls, each of whom was more or less flaunting her individual charms. It was a steamy hot day, humid and close to 100 degrees . . . the store was a little cooler and a breath of cooler air managed to waft through from time to time. That breath f air brought to his nostrils the pleasant smell of clean female sweat, for the girls' brief tops and short shorts left a good deal of skin revealed. In fact (or "actually," as Dan would have said, more than just skin was revealed by the girl he'd identified as meggie. Her shorts were creased suggestively between her legs, outlining her labia and Dan was almost certain that there was a hint of dampness right at that crease. Was there? He did not dare look too hard . . .thoughts of irate hillbilly fathers or brothers, or cousins for that matter, with large bore shotguns came all too easily to mind!
One of the girls . . . it was Mae, the sulky looking brunette . . . acted as though she was aching to ask him a question. She's already asked him, hadn't she? Damn! Stall.
"Mae . .. It is Mae, isn't it . . . whut'd yuh wanna ask me?"
"Where you from, mister? I don' think yew're from thuh South."
Dan had a prepared answer for that one, one he had carefully concocted while trying out his accent for the first time.
"Not too far from Winchester, Virginya, Mae."
"Wehyull, thet's purty fah No'th, but ah guess it's suthen, mebbe."
"Beat th' Yanks there, once, the South did."
"Thass raht," Meggie piped up, "Mae, sure did. Wehyull, mister, whut's yer name, anyways?"
"You're Meggie? My name's Dan, Dan Porter." His "r"s were soft, but more pronounced than the girls'.
"Oh-ka-ay! I'm Meggie and you guessed it, thass Mae."
"Well, it's an ol' line, but what are two nice lookin' gals like you doin' in a place like this?"
"We-ell, we were waitin' fer a Yankee man, reelly, Danny boy."
"I s'pose that's good, is it? I'm male, 'though I'm not a Yank, so I s'pose maybe I'll do?"
He looked again at the two. Mae had a funny grin and Meg was looking kind of worried, he thought. He was not certain that he'd said the right thing, either. He tried to recover himself.
"Ah, er . . . I meant, ladies, thet I could be what you two're lookin' for, eh?"
"We-ell," said Meg, "I s'pose yew'll do, but we don't go fer studs, yew know, so I s'pose some ways it'll be mebbe not as good fer yew."
Mae hastily intervened , Dan thought, before he could quite figure out what Meggie had meant by that remark.
"Uhm, Dan, how 'bout 'nother beer, huh?" Dan did not see the look that flashed between the two.
"Sure thing, I'm not gonna drive right now, so it won't hurt. Oh, thanks," as Mae handed him a new brew . . . in a glass!
"No," said Meg deliberately, "this beer won't hurt you at all!"
Dan didn't even hear that remark, his first sip of the beer had been so compelling of more that he quickly chugged the rest and slumped in the chair that Meg hastily placed under his descending stern.
"Wehyull, he's not far from th' No'th, is he?" asked Meg guiltily of the grinning Mae.
"No, hon' he's sho' not. Now, he'p me. Get those pants off'n him. Raht! He'p me with this, wipe him wi' the alcohol, an' . . . ."
She inserted the needle of the syringe very slightly into Dan's scrotum, felt around for a testicle, found one and pressed the needle home, at the same time pressing the plunger halfway. She withdrew the needle, felt for the other testicle and again inserted the needle fully and pressed the plunger of the syringe.
"He'll feel real good when he wakes, won' he, Meg?" she grinned.
"Whut'll yew bet he licks his lips, fust thing?" Meg grinned back.
Dan lay slumped in the armchair for over an hour, his mind slowly awaking although he did not. He was crawling, he thought, and his dreaming eyes saw in front of him an expanse of something slightly pinkish, slightly orange from which emanated an odor that he began to like as he approached it. It seemed to be telling him something, and as in many dreams, although he could not hear any words, he knew what he was being told. The unheard voice was telling him that his tongue was to kiss and then lick tenderly at any opening that he saw or that he smelled. The scent before him grew stronger and Dan's dreaming mind saw a long slit - elongated by his imagination - from which came the enticing odor.
"Ah think he's wakin', Meg. Look, yewer raht, he is lickin' his lips. He'll be a good one, don'tcha think?"
"Wait'll he wakes all the way, Mae. See if he obeys, huh?"
"Oh, hi," suddenly Dan seemed to be all the way awake. He straightened his slumped body in the armchair and looked brightly at the two girls.
Mae jumped a little, he had really startled her, but Meg came forward and said, very slowly, "Dan, you will do what we tell you, understand."
"Why," Dan looked little puzzled, as though this was an entirely new line of thought - of course it was - shook his head as though to clear it, and smiled.
"Surely, ladies, why not?"
"Wehyull, Danny, how ya feel?"
"Right pert, Miss Meg."
"Take all yer clo'es off, then, Danny, an' ye'll feel better." Mae was taking her clothes off - truly, there were not that many, just shorts, no panties, a bra and the shirt tied under her breasts. Meg was pretty well stripped, too, but Dan made no move to touch either, and Mae, who was looking to see what physical evidence there might be of any interest, saw that there was no rising of the shriveled penis as Dan took off his boxers.
He was a well set-up young man, fairly broad shouldered - he'd played soccer and baseball - swung a mean bat -.so despite the change forced upon his pubic region by the injections, he was still good looking. He did not seem to miss any sensation between his legs and his tongue kept circling his lips, moistening them so that Mae felt moisture between her legs just watching his lips.
"D'yew smell anythin', Danny boy?"
"Yeas, ma'am, I do. It smells good. Kin I taste?"
"Sho' yew can, honey. Jus' yew wait til ah sit down and get yew a leetle bit o' space heah. C'mon, then."
"Wait, Meg. Ah wanna ask hm suthin'.
"Danny, did yew think yew was gonna fuck us, kinda?"
"Yes, I did, Miss Mae. Can't I?"
"Yeah, yew cain't, 'zactly . . . but mebbe yew can, jus' mebbe not how yew thoht. Go 'head wi' Meggie, then. Yew'll love her an' then yrw can come lick me good, too, baby."
"I'll like that, Miss Mae." Dan bent his mouth to Meg's streaming quim and began slurping and licking her until she squealed and convulsed in the chair which he had vacated when he woke. When he slowly withdrew his face from her crotch he turned on his knees to the waiting Mae and butterfly-kissed along her inner thighs for moments before succumbing to the thrilling scent of her leaking cunny. His tongue laved her and she moaned in ecstasy as he pushed farther into her, licking and tickling as his tongue penetrated. Dan discovered that somehow his tongue had elongated as had the slit n his dreaming state, and he managed to push past Mae's g-spot almost to her cervix. She, too, gyrated and moaned, screaming as she climaxed and her juices oozed onto Dn's waiting tongue. He slurped and guzzled at her until she came again.
Meg was, meanwhile, looking on in amazement. On her best day she had never been able to make Mae act like that, nor had she ever felt so wonderful from Mae's ministrations to her, even in a sixty-nine. This idea of Mae's had ben a winner, she decided as Dan returned to her and almost instantly had her climaxing again and again.