As Elvira looked at herself in the mirror, she knew she was in vogue. She puckered her lips, which was easy because Elvira's lips looked like she had been weaned on the hind udder of a gopher, and applied creamy, sticky lipstick.
She smacked her lips, ran her long tongue over them.
She was just about ready to apply some perfume between her toes when the doorbell rang.
She hummed "Schooldays" as she went to the door. She opened it. Her lipsticked mouth opened wide in surprise.
"Vance! What are you doing here?"
"Just come to see my girl."
Elvira shuddered. The wind coming through the door was icy-cold and it blew her dress like a mizzentop, and now Vance, for the first time in his life, could make out the faint outlines of her tits beneath the chemise.
"My ass is freezin', Elvira. Can I come in or not?"
Elvira had to let him in. After all, he had been the first male to show an interest in her. But why now? Why at eight o'clock, just two hours away from her fucking-and-sucking date with Lucas?
"S-Sure, Vance. Make yourself comfortable. Get a beer out of the fridge."
Vance sauntered into the kitchen as Elvira glanced at her watch. Yep, eight o'clock.
"Hey, what's all these cucumbers doing in your fridge? Half of 'em look all wilted and dead."
"Oh. Oh! Oh! My darling cucumbers! Are any of them alive?" Elvira said in a high-pitched squeal, running into the kitchen.
"Shit, they looked all fucked out to me."
Elvira could just about die. Her poor cucumbers, the fat ones, the skinny ones, the wee ones, all had scaly little germy things pasted on their shriveled skins.
Elvira looked at her cucumbers sadly; they all looked like limp pricks to her. Big and little limp green pricks. But realizing that they looked like pricks reminded Elvira of the fact that she had had a real, live prick in her cunt. Why the hell did she need cucumbers any more? She wasn't a vegetarian any more, she was a real live meat-eater. Carnivorous for cock.
"Oh, I just forgot to throw them out, Vance," Elvira chortled.
"Shit, they really stink, Elvira. You better get rid of them tomorrow."
"Oh, I will, Vance, I will!" Elvira said happily, throwing her arms around Vance in a quite-sudden gesture.
Vance was shocked, at first. Then he remembered that scene in the alleyway with Elvira's merry mouth stuck in a garbage can as she was being fucked doggie-style. She was merry now, too. Too merry for Vance.
"What the hell was that for?"
"O-Oh, because I'm in love with… she wanted to say cocks and pricks, but Vance would surely think she had gone off the deep end… with you, Vance!"
"Well, I'm glad (which was a lie)," Vance said. "Because I love you so much l… I want to fuck you (which was false and true)."
Fuck her? Elvira Schellenberg fucking Vance Manning? Well, wasn't he the first one to show any interest in her? And she had already been fucked by a man who barely knew her. Why not?
"Yes, Vance! Let's fuck now!" Elvira then looked at her watch. It was eight-fifteen. "But we've got to hurry."
Vance's hand was already gripping the hem of her dress while his other sneaked behind her, gripping the zipper. He pulled Elvira's spindly body against him.
Elvira was crushed in what she thought was a death grip. She gasped for breath as Vance struggled with the zipper.
"Oh, Vance, don't hurry too much. Well, what I mean is let's do it fast, but let's not hurry."
Vance wouldn't have understood Elvira if all of his 54-IQ braincells concentrated on what she had just said. There wasn't any more thinking to do, as far as he was concerned. All the thinking from here on was going to be done by his balls and cock.
Elvira gasped. He really had a grip on her.
Vance cursed at the Goddamn zipper. Then angrily he jerked hard and her dress ripped from hemline to hemline.
"Jesus Christ! Vance, that's my best dress!"
"I'll buy ya another one," Vance mumbled as his greedy lips latched onto Elvira's long neck.
Elvira tried to push Vance away. It was like trying to move a mountain.
"Vance! Wait a minute! Jesus, your teeth are hurtin' me!"
Vance wanted to grin, but his lips were pulled back in a snarl as his teeth sank very close to Elvira's pulsing jugular vein.
Elvira squirmed. Her neatly coiffured hair was getting undone. Her makeup was running as her face broke out in drops of sweat. Jesus, what an animal!
Vance was growling, his hands were pawing everywhere now. His fingers gripped what flesh was on Elvira's taut ass. His other hand was on the elastic waistband of her teeny-weeny bikini panties.
Rrriiiippppp!
Now her teeny-weeny bikini panties became two teeny-weeny halves. Vance threw the shredded nylon over his shoulder. He groveled in Elvira's tits, sucking her nipple, then biting down hard.
"Aaaiijeeee!"
His hands were squeezing the balls of her asscheeks into bigger balls.
Elvira could feel her asshole being raped by Vance's thumb. She was beginning to feel agony all over her body. Her nipple felt as if it were eyeing pinched by two dull razors. Her asshole felt as if a mini-cock were buggering her shit-hole. But the pain really doubled at her waist.
Elvira looked down, could see where Vance's bullet belt was scraping the skin just below her navel.
"Vance, please! The least you can do is take off your clothes."
"You take them off!"
"What?"
"I said you take them off!"
Elvira had never undressed a man's body before. And nobody had ever talked to her in that tone of voice before. She was starting to see what beasts men were.
"I will not take off your clothes. You're not a baby."
Smack!
Elvira's head reeled from the sudden blow. Vance was shaking his fist right in front of her face.
"Now, are you gonna take off my clothes, or do I have to cold-cock you again?"
Elvira, who had been stunned almost senseless by the blow, shook her groggy head. Cold-cocked? No, she wanted to be hot-cocked. She wanted to be hot-cocked in her cunt and in her ass and in her mouth.
"Well, are you gonna do it?" Vance screamed, grabbing Elvira's skinny arms and shaking some sense into her.
"Yes, I'll do anything you say. Just give me some hot cock."
"All right, Elvira baby," Vance sneered. "Start taking off my clothes."
Elvira nodded, her hands moving outwards, her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Vance shrugged it off. She helped lift his undershirt over his head and arms. Vance tossed it aside. She undid the buckle of his belt, and "Law" and "Order" were laid to rest near his feet.
"Come on, hurry up! I ain't got all night!"
Neither did Elvira. She still had that date with Lucas Trimble's prick.
She hurried. She undid the center button of his pants, unzipped his fly, then kneeled down to shake his pants loose from his bull-like thighs.
Hot cock was near her face. Vance stepped out of the pants, nudged both shoes off his feet; meanwhile his crotch had stayed pretty close to Elvira's nose. God, she couldn't believe it – hot cock was so near, just behind the whiteness of those mangy shorts. She had to have hot cock.
She grabbed the leg bands of Vance's shorts and pulled down hard.
"Aaarrgghhh!!"
The Goddamn bitch had snagged his cock on his Jockeys as she tugged them down and off his legs!
"Goddamn, Elvira, be careful. Shit, you almost bruised my prick."
Elvira apologized with her hands and lips. She grabbed Vance's hot cock, guiding it to her drooling mouth.
"Uuuummmm," Vance moaned. The slippery tightness of her mouth felt so Goddamn good he almost dropped his cock load right into her sucking mouth.