Lucas Trimble had never felt so down in his life. He had fallen to the depths of despair when he tried that old toilet tube fucking trick. But he had been elevated by his cum with that Olive Oyle schoolteacher, Elvira Schellenberg. She was good, but she sure wasn't the best. Connie Ryan was the best.
Vance Manning was upside-down. He thought he had reached the pinnacle of power when he discovered those sordid pictures of Boris Jerkovich's. But now life was a real downer ever since he had seen his girl Elvira Schellenberg getting fucked doggie-style in an alleyway. He wanted to get the old self right-side up, and he was gonna do it. His answer lay by his side: old law and order.
Elvira Schellenberg had been down and out. But like a phoenix rising from the ashes, her libido had been sparked for the first time and she was ready to make the hot-to-trot scene. And she knew how she would do it. She'd go down on Lucas Trimble, sucking that big cock of his to kingdom come.
Connie Ryan and Tommy Trimble were sliding deeper and deeper into a shit-pot full of problems. They were truly in love, and they didn't want to stay in a fucked-up town where people knew them. They didn't want to join the ups and downs of a stupid roller-coaster ride. They wanted to go in one direction: Out.
Eddie Beasly and Marcia Moresby were the only ones who weren't up and down. That's because they were laid flat out in the storage room of her father's hardware/grocery story, fucking and sucking their moronic brains out.
The only one who was really down was Boris. And he lay six feet under, buried near the shit-filled waters of Lake Weed, put there by one Delbert Farley, under Vance Manning's orders. Christ, Delbert didn't even know who it was he was burying.
And though it may appear to everybody on the outside that the above-mentioned names had a lot of ups and downs, everything was going to be settled once and for all. And the one who was going to bring law and order back to the whole crazy roller-coaster world of Weedville was Vance Manning. He was the one who started the solution to everything.
After he had seen his girl getting fucked by Lucas Trimble, he vowed revenge.
He planned out his revenge very carefully. Everything had to be just right before he started taking action.
The first part of Vance's plan was simple. Fuck Elvira Schel1enberg show her who the head honcho of Weedville was going to be. Shit, after she had a taste of his prick, she'd never go searching for another cock.
It was a Friday night. Elvira was going to see Lucas Trimble at ten o'clock that evening at his place. She was going to fuck him, then suck him, then do whatever came next. She was dressed to kill a chemise dress that looked like a square sheet on her bony body, but which Elvira considered to be her sexiest garment. Didn't that fashion editor in Vogue instruct skinny girls to wear horizontal stripes and sack like dresses?
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 lip sticked mouth opened wide in surprise.
"Vance! What are you doing here?"
"Just came 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 germmy 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 meateater. 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 move.
Vance was shocked… at first. Then he remembered that scene in the alleyway with Elvira's merry mouth stuck in a garbagecan as she was being fucked doggie-style. She was merry now, too. Too merry for Vance.
"What the hell was that for?"
"0-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 I… 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.
Eivira 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 howling 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. Rrrrrriiiippppp!
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.
"Aaaiiieeee!!"
His hands were squeezing the balls of her ass-cheeks 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 being 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.