Lucas Trimble was a cunt-hound. He demanded his cunt-meat like kings call for their meals. He just had to have a cunt holding tightly to his cock as he fucked the shit out of the woman who had offered him a piece of ass.
Now he had gone three weeks without pussy. He had called Connie almost every night, and she had told him that she was too busy, or she was on the rag, or she was going bowling over in Pattonsville. Lucas thought his balls were going to burst every day of those three weeks. But he had reverted back to his younger days when he was a very creative boy. He had stripped off the rolls of toilet paper in the three bathrooms of his house just to get to the cardboard tubes that the tissues were wound around.
Some axle grease smeared all over the inside of the tube, sprinkle a few drops of perfume that he had bought from the Avon lady, snip a few hairs from his head and paste them to the rim of the tube, and Lucas Trimble was ready to whoop it up.
He had slipped that toilet-paper tube over his prick – God, it was a tight fit, but it really helped. He gripped the outside of the tube, then started the age-old fuck rhythm.
He sure wished he had some pictures of Connie Ryan while that toilet-paper tube jacked like crazy over his cock. Then he had come, or was starting to come, and he gripped the cardboard cylinder too tightly.
The fucking thing was falling apart. His jizz was spewing out of one end of the tube, while the hairs were failing all over his sweaty belly. Shit, it was tearing right in half!
Christ, it was a shit-hole of a mess that Lucas Trimble held in his greasy palm. The Goddamn thing looked like the afterbirth of a mare that had foaled triplets.
Shit, three weeks without Connie Ryan's cunt.
He dialed her number, then slammed the phone down after fifteen rings. She wasn't home.
Lucas felt how stiff his prick was. He had to have cunt. And he was going to find some pussy – hairless, furry, or haggish, he didn't give a shit. He needed pussy.
They met in the alley. Elvira Schellenberg coming out of the Buckeroo Bar, her cunt acting like a cow-cunt in heat, drunk out of her mind, and screaming for cock.
Lucas Trimble was coming from the opposite direction, swearing that he'd pick up the first chick in the Buckeroo Bar and hunch-fuck her ass all the way across the state of South Dakota.
"Elvira!"
"Lucas!"
"What are you doing here? Why, you're drunk as a skunk!"
"Y-Yes, I…"
Well, here was the first chick he came across. He looked at Elvira. Jesus, was he had hard up? Yeah, he was.
"Elvira, my balls are killing me. I gotta fuck. How 'bout it?"
Elvira was stunned. It was dark, and she couldn't make out Lucas' face, and the alcohol fog just wouldn't clear up. Was he serious? If he wasn't, she knew she was.
"Fuck meeee!"
Holy hog-shit! Suddenly, though it was dark, Elvira Schellenberg looked like the most fuckable thing that Weedville had ever produced.
"Here?"
"Here!"
"Now?"
"Now!"
"Yaaahooo!"
They stripped, Elvira slipping out of her dress, weaving crazily, fat cucumbers crossing her mind.
Lucas shucked his pants, tossed them onto a garbage can.
Elvira's panties landed on top of his pants. Her bra – she wore one so that the kids in her class couldn't see her nipples, because it was obvious she didn't have tits big enough to see – was next.
She stood there in heavenly nakedness, her mind clouded with erotic thoughts of pricks and cocks. No more cucumbers, just big pricks, like the one Lucas was holding in his hand.
Lucas' ten-inch prick was half-hard, most of the blood still in the shaft. The tip drooped slightly, but it was soon rising, the slit in the knob opening up to spit out cum-juice.
"How do you want it, Elvira?"
"Dog-style, you mudder-fucker," Elvira slurred. The alcohol had reached its peak, and now the throbbing rush of lust-filled blood was making her dizzy.
She got down on all fours, her skinny ass weaving and wavering. Her asshole looked tight; her cunt looked like Lucas' coin purse, except with hair on it.
Shit, Elvira's pouting ass-cheeks were a damn erotic sight. It sure beat the hell out of fucking toilet-paper tubes.
He got down behind her and pressed his cock into Elvira's cunt-mouth. He shoved.
"Ooooohhh, shit, Elvira!"
"Aaaiiieeee!"
Lucas' cock was only halfway in. Sweat broke out of his face. His flesh felt clammy. His muscles ached as he tried shoving in the last five inches of cock that remained outside her tight pussy.
"Lucas! I'm a v-virgin!"
Virgin? Did she say virgin? Virgin as in V for vanquished? Lucas was astounded, stupefied. But his cock wasn't. It jerked and leaped about like crazy, twitching back and forth against her clit.
Elvira was quivering and shuddering like crazy. Everything about what they were doing was crazy. Fucking in an alleyway? A prim and proper schoolteacher on all fours in a dirty pig-slop of a alley, getting dog-fucked by his honor the mayor who couldn't believe that his prick was jammed into a virgin pussy until he saw the cherry-red blood oozing off his cock-shaft.
Crazy!
Now they really fucked like mad. Lucas overcame his surprise, and stabbed so hard into Elvira's cunt that she skidded across the gravel, her head shaved into an overturned garbage can.
Lucas fucked hard, withdrew fast, his prick hard and stiff and ready to come.
Elvira was moaning into the trashcan, her groans amplified and echoing around her ears. Fucking for the first time, fucking dog-style, fucking Lucas Trimble's ten-incher like it was the last time she was ever gonna fuck again.
She bucked her ass back against him. Lucas fucked forward. Their loins slapped together. Lucas' prick was growing to huge proportions. Elvira could feel it, honestly feel that monstrosity of a prick expanding her upper cunt like a carpenter's wedge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me!!"
"Aaaiiieeee!!" Lucas screamed. His balls were erupting, forcing the jizz into his cock. His prick was exploding, forcing his sperm into Elvira's hot, clutching pussy.
Her cunt felt like it was on fire, an itchy-type fire that consumed every inch of her cunt.
She grimaced, bearing down, her cunt-muscles clenching and unclenching.
Lucas kept spurting cock-cream into that delicious slit. Every ounce of spunk that he had stored in his balls shot out of his cannon of a prick.
"Oh, my God!" Elvira moaned. Then heard: "Oh, my God!" as it echoed in the garbage can. The stench was unbelievably bad, but the fucking prick jammed all the way to the end of her twat felt unbelievably good.
For Vance Manning, who had just stepped out of Boris Jerkovich's studio, what he saw was unbelievable. He stepped back into the shadows, watching Lucas Trimble pull his sperm-drenched prick out of Elvira's cunt.
That was his girl Lucas was fucking around with! He felt like establishing law and order in the alleyway, like pulling out his.45 Magnum and billyclub and start blasting and bashing away. But he suddenly thought of a better way to get revenge.
Connie was going to get her revenge, too. She was in love, truly in love with somebody, and not somebody's cock. But she knew it was an unrealistic love, and so did Tom Trimble.
Every time they could get together, they fucked or sucked, usually both, but after each sexual episode, the next chapter of their lives was just plain loving each other – tenderly, really caring about the other person's feeling.
So they both felt that they had to leave Weedville. And that was their problem. People would track them down. Hell, it was almost two hundred miles to the next state, and in South Dakota you couldn't make a move without someone seeing you. The fucking state was so under populated that people were a rarity.