The last spurts of fuck-cream were barooming out of his prick and his cock was already starting to shrink.
Elvira gasped for breath. God, he was so heavy. She couldn't move, could barely breathe. She knew her asshole was bleeding, because it felt like someone was pouring a bucket of hot snot all over her poor asshole and cunt.
At nine o'clock that same Friday night, Connie was licking Tom's cum off her lips. She was dressed to kill – she was bare-assed naked, which would have been enough to make an eighty-year-old eunuch get his rocks off let along the boy that she was snug in a rug with.
As Tom lay on the carpet of Connie's apartment, his prick returning to normal size, he looked at Connie's face. Watched her lick off his gluey cum from those beautiful Mona Lisa lips, before he sat up and kissed her.
"Mmmm, what was that for?"
Tom smiled nervously. "Because I've decided that we'd better tell my old man about our plans. He'll probably take out the old shotgun and fill our asses with birdshot, but at least we'll die together."
Connie gasped. "Tom, don't talk like that!"
"Well, he just might. Anyway, I'm gonna talk to him tonight. If he doesn't like it… well, tough tittie, 'cause I'll just run away."
"And leave me here in this fucked-up town?"
"You know what I mean, Connie. It'll always be me and you together."
"Always?"
"Till death do us part."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vance was always good at following people. Shit, he hadn't spent a full year in the FBI without learning something about shadowing and following cars.
Well, the car that he was following at nine forty-five was Elvira Schellenberg's bashed-in, mufferless Volkswagen as she headed for Lucas Trimble's place.
Vance had been amazed when Elvira had come out of her apartment after he had just left. He couldn't believe that she was even walking straight after the ass-fucking he had just given her. Well, after tonight, she wouldn't be walking straight much longer.
Vance drove straight ahead as Elvira turned her bug into Lucas' gravel driveway. He'd just go on ahead a little way, park the car, then walk back. Then, he'd wait until he caught them in the act, then he'd… oh, shit, Vance couldn't wait until then!
Lucas saw Elvira's headlights as she turned into his driveway. God, he couldn't believe it. What the fuck was the matter with him? Was he doing all his thinking with his balls lately, or was he really using his head?
He glanced at his watch. Damn, Tom was going to be home soon; his son had said that he and Eddie Beasly were going out to Lake Weed to catch snipes. Hah! That little fucker wasn't sniping at all. Old Lucas Trimble knew that if his son had truly inherited his cunt-hound nature, the little pussy-hunter was out tracking chicks.
Lucas crossed his fingers and hoped that Tom wouldn't come home until late. Meanwhile, he'd really have to fuck Elvira as fast as hell, and get her out of his house before his son came home. Why the fuck had he made this date with Elvira in the first place – and at his home?
The doorbell rang.
Lucas opened the doer.
Elvira gasped.
Lucas was naked, his cock already erect.
"You're naked!"
Lucas looked down at his cock. "Yeah, looks that way. Come on – hurry up and come inside. I can't wait to fuck."
Elvira was confused, bewildered. Were all men like this? She could understand Lucas being blunt when they had had that dog-style fuck in the alleyway. She was drunk and he was horny.
But now… shit, now it was supposed to be like a date. The kind of date where the man plied her with drink, fondled her tits gently to get her warmed up, eased off her clothes, put a couple of kisses on the wet and ready lips of her cunt before making the introduction of his cock into her pussy.
Why, Lucas Trimble was no different than Vance Manning! They were just two assholes of a different color.
"Well, don't just stand there, Elvira. Come on in before the whole neighborhood sees me. Shit, most of them think that this is just another school-board meeting."
Elvira stumbled in the room, still stunned, but getting pretty pissed off with men.
"Now get your panties off first, Elvira," Lucas instructed as he closed the door.
"What?"
"I said get out of your britches. Shit, we got a lot of fucking to do and not much time to do it"
Elvira was exasperated. Anger made her take a wide-legged stance and point a finger at Lucas' face. "You sonofabitch! All you want from me is pussy. Y-You don't give a damn for anything about me except what's between my legs. Isn't that true?"
Lucas shook his head. Christ, he hoped that Tom had found someone like Marcia Moresby, the kind of teenage chick that could take one fuck after another until it was time to go to church.
"That's not true, Elvira. I think you're a fine teacher. A really good woman with all those asshole kids you have to put up with. Now, can we start fucking?"
Elvira threw her purse against the couch. "No, we're not going to start fucking! I didn't just come over here to fuck! I didn't come over here like some hussy with a hot pussy looking for cock!"
Lucas was getting mad. "Then what the fuck did you come over here for?"
Elvira opened her mouth, ready to blurt out her answer in anger when she discovered that there wasn't any answer to scream. Or at least unleash an answer that wouldn't sound like an outright lie.
"I… I came over, I guess, because…"
"Because of this!" Lucas finished up, shaking his prick at Elvira. "That's all you ever wanted from me, you whore-bitch. You've treated me like shit since that alleyway, making me think that you were a decent schoolteacher in a fine community like ours, when all you wanted was cock. Do you think I like to be treated like some male slut that's used and abused, then thrown away like some week-old Kotex?"
Elvira stared in open-mouthed astonishment at Lucas. Those were her lines; that was what she was supposed to say. Wasn't it? She was the girl and he was the man. She was supposed to be shy and reluctant: he was supposed to be aggressive and dominant.
"I know women like you, Elvira. You just wanta use my cock a coupla times, then you wanta go find same other prick to fuck your pussy. You just want me for fucking, Elvira, not anything else, not love or money or happiness. Just good old rotten fucking and sucking."
Elvira still couldn't believe what she had heard. Whoever had written their life stories had somehow gotten the roles reversed. Lucas had somehow gotten the script that she was supposed to read.
"Now the air's cleared, Elvira, and I know the kind of woman you are. You're not just going to give me a slam-bam-thank-you-man type of fucking. Are you, Elvira?"
"N-No, I don't think so."
"Then ditch those panties so we can get down to the thing that you want to do, disgusting though it is."
Elvira lifted up her dress, was ready to take off her panties when she remembered she wasn't wearing any.
"See! See! See! I knew it, Elvira! I knew it! Your being pussy-assed naked beneath your dress only proves that you were going to just give me a quickie fuck and nothing else. You're a whore, Elvira! A whore!"
Shit, she sure was feeling like a whore – at least with the way Lucas' logic prevailed.
"All right. Just for that, slut-face, get on that couch and spread your legs. I'm gonna fuck you first. I'm gonna get my pleasure first. No more quickie fucks for me, you whore!"
Elvira nodded her head, slumped down on the couch, leaned back and spread her cunt for Lucas.
Lucas was down on his knees, tone hand on his cock, guiding the hard rod into Elvira's hot and ready cunt. Her cunt had to be hot and ready, because that's how Lucas had already predicted her pussy would be. Shit, all the other predictions had come true, hadn't they?