It was gun-action time. Yessireeee!
Vance ran past the Buckeroo Bar, then turned left into the alleyway. He'd catch that fucking son of a bitch and shoot his ass for good.
He was huffing and puffing as he located the back door. He turned the doorknob quietly; Shit, locked.
There was only one way. A frontal assault.
Vance lifted his Thorn McAnn high, aimed for the center of the door, then kicked with all his might.
When Vance's size-fourteen foot crashed into the center of the door, his foot shot knee-deep through the splintering wood. How the fuck was he to know that he had put his foot right through a colony of termites that was busily chewing outwards from the center of the door?
"Aaiiieee!!"
His goddamn trousers were snagged on the wooden chasm that he had kicked through.
Boris' eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw that gigantic foot smashing through his doorway. In his fright, he had thrown all the prints of Connie Ryan fucking and sucking into the air.
"Aaarrgghhh!!" Boris screamed. Vance heard the scream. He squirmed his body, corkscrewed his leg, but still his trousers were hung up on the jagged edges of splintered wood.
"You mother-fucker! I'll get you, you mother fucker!"
"N-No, no!" Boris said in a high-pitched squeal.
Shit, there was only one way Vance could get in and get that fucking burglar.
He pulled "Law" out of the bolster, sighted along the, gleaming barrel, aiming dead-center on the doorknob.
Blam! Blam! Blam!
The.45 Magnum bucked in his hand as smoke curled from the barrel. Vance shoved with all his might against the remnants of the door.
It gave way, but as the bullet-riddled door gave way, Vance was literally dragged along with it.
Hell, he didn't know that there were stairs leading down to the back room. Now; he was tumbling, his leg still snagged up, falling upside down and conking his head against the steps.
Boris lost his dentures as his frail body shook with fear. He couldn't believe it!
"All right, mother-fucker!" Vance screamed as he tried to point his gun from an upside-down position at the naked old man who was turning white beneath the reddish light.
Vance was in frustrated agony. He couldn't get his goddamn foot clear of the door, and he couldn't get the drop on the burglar.
Blam! Blam! Blam!
The hinges of the door were completely demolished and the door came crashing down on Vance.
"Aaaheeee!!"
"No! N-No, don't shoot! N-No!"
Boris wanted to say more, but he felt as if his heart had been placed in a vise. One hand grabbed for his throbbing chest while the other clutched his favorite photo of Connie Ryan dressed in white cotton panties and Junior Miss bra.
Vance kicked the living shit out of the door or what was left of it. He finally struggled to his feet, his trousers and face covered with splinters and dirt.
Rods staggered away from Vance. His heart was on its last beat. His face was pasty white, and spittle drooled from his quivering lips. The photo dropped to the floor before he did, landing in a puddle of shit his fear-stricken body had made. His heart stopped, his lungs gave way, his eyes closed forever.
Everything died, except his love for Connie Ryan.
CHAPTER EIGHT
His cock had been in her ass, and it had felt good. His prick had been in her mouth, and it had felt exciting. Now, his cock was in her cunt, and there was no way to describe how beautiful his dick felt.
Connie was smiling. She had never felt so beautiful before. She felt radiant, as if somehow, someway, this cock that was energetically plunging into her cunt, was the most important thing in her life.
But she knew it wasn't.
It wasn't the cock that was the most important thing in her life. It was the man behind the prick, the man who knew how to fuck, how to fondle her cut, how to eat her cunt, how to fuck her ass until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Fuck me, Tommy!"
And Tommy no longer felt like the wayward boy of two weeks ago. He felt exuberant, like he was the king of fuck heaven. He felt like a man!
"Fuck harder, Tommy!"
Tommy fucked harder. He was kneeling behind Connie, and she had her head turned towards him, urging him on, smiling so beautifully at him.
Tommy watched his prick shudder into Connie's clasping cunt, past the talented cunt-lips and into the hot, churning core of her pussy.
"I promise, Tommy. I'll never fuck another cock so long as I live. Keep fucking me, Tommy! Oh, shit, your cock feels so good. It's so hard! Oh, shit, Tommy! I feel it coming!"
Tommy felt her cunt moving faster and faster on his cock. He put his hands on his hips and watched Connie's pussy corkscrewing his prick. Her pussy was moving back towards him, then it moved away, then back again.
"I'm coming, Tommy! Oooooohhh, please hold me! Hold my ass! Cooommiiinnggg!!"
Tommy held onto the hunching muscles of her ass-cheeks. Getting a good grip, he opened up her ass-crack as her crotch fucked back and forth, her cunt stripping his prick with every thrust.
Connie felt her ass-crack being spread apart, and she loved it, loved knowing that Tommy was looking at her asshole with lust-filled eyes. Her orgasms were coming in a series of shock waves now. She fucked faster, harder, trying to get every inch of Tommy's cock into her cunt before withdrawing to the tip of his bulging prick.
"Oh, God! Tommy, you're the best! Your cock's the best! Please keep fucking me! Don't shoot yet! Just keep fucking me!"
With his first load of cum in Connie's ass, and his second load somewhere between her throat and her belly, there was no way that he could have come now if he had wanted to. Shit, he could go all night fucking Connie with the hard-on that he had.
"Oh, Tommy! Your cock's always so hard; always so ready to fuck. Keep flicking, Tommy! Fuck me forever and forever! Oh, God! I'm comiinngggg! Aaahheiggg!!"
Connie's ass ground against Tommy's loins, her cunt filled to bursting with his cock. Her cunt-lips had a firm grip on the base of his cock-shaft and the tube of her pussy was rippling with ecstasy.
Tommy felt her cunt gripping his cock stubbornly. He felt the rippling start deep in her twat as it whorled around his prick.
"Tommy! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! My cunt feels so damn hot! Aaiiiieeee!!"
Connie's thighs strained. Her tits felt heavy and hot as they dangled, rubbing her nipples against her satin sheets. She leaned down, her face pillowed by her crossed arms. She was exhausted, yet Tommy's prick was so full of hardness that some inner desire forced net to move her cult flack and forth along his prick.
Tommy felt the muscles of her ass relax as she fucked back and forth in a slow and easy motion. He gritted his teeth and tensed his haunches. His prick quivered inside Connie's cunt.
"Oh, my God! Do that again, Tommy!"
Tommy strained, his prick tensing, then quivering deep in Connie's wet, warm snatch.
"Oh, God! Tommy! I've never felt so fucking good. Oh, God! I want you to come now! I want you to spray your cum all over my pussy! Come, Tommy! Come!"
Tommy concentrated hard; he shoved deep into her pussy.
"Oh, God! Hurry, Tommy! I can't stand it! Please come now!"
Tommy began to move, slowly at first, his prick inching into her cunt, then withdrawing slowly. God, her cunt was clutching so tightly to his prick. His balls swelled, and cum began forcing its way into his cock-tube.
He fucked faster, gripping her ass-cheeks and pulling her cunt hard against his thrusting prick.
The wads of cam were building in his balls. The first drops emerged from his piss-slit. His cock-head grew bigger and bigger, harder and harder.
"Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck me hard! God, your cock's so goddamn big!"
Then Tommy released all of his pent-up jizz, the spurts of sperm drenching her clutching cunt.
"Aaaiiieeeh"
Tommy could no longer maintain a grip on her sweaty ass. His hands slipped as the last of his cum spewed forth. His chest smacked down on her back, and both their legs seemed to slide backwards.