Jesus! Elvira felt as if her ass were being split in two. The tight entrance of her asshole pained with every slip and slide of Vance's cock in her butt. And deep up her bowels, her ass felt bloated with agony, congested with torment.
"Please, Vance! Don't fuck me in the ass any more! Please pull it out! I'll do anything. I'll suck your cock. I'll lick your balls. I'll eat your asshole-but please pull your prick out!"
Vance couldn't hear what Elvira was mumbling into the nap of the carpet. He could only hear the sensuous slushy noise that his prick was making as it stabbed into Elvira's ass. God! The sensations were so fantastic. Ass-fucking sent him out of this world. Nothing was better than fucking some chick's asshole-especially when the chick didn't want a prick up her ass and she was tightening up her butt muscles all around his prick.
Vance couldn't keep going much longer. His prick felt bloated and weighed down by the huge load of cum that was on the verge of exploding in Elvira's ass.
Now his fuck-strokes were going faster and faster. And Elvira was screaming, moaning, writhing, shouting out her pain and tightening up her asshole against the agony.
Vance came.
A burst of sperm shot from his cock and drenched the inner tissues of her ass. "Aaaiieeee!! N-no, Vance! Stop! Please stop!"
Her pleading drove him on. A second squirt of jizz shot from his bloated cock-head; and now he could feel the cum of his first wad start sliding out of Elvira's prick-filled asshole, dribbling down between their bodies and landing in a puddle beneath them.
Another spirt, just as powerful as the first two.
Elvira was trying desperately to reach out for the leg of the couch, wanting to grab something in order to move her drenched asshole away from that big prick. But Vance's prick had her ass pinned to the ground now, as his full weight lunged forward.
"Ooooffff! Oh, God! Vance!"
The last spurts of fuck-cream were coming 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 Tommy'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 thirteen-year-old boy that she was snug in a rug with.
As Tommy 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?"
Tommy 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 out asses with birdshot, but at least we'll die together."
Connie gasped. 'Tommy, 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, mufflerless Vokkswagen 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 bails lately, or was he really using his head?
He glanced at his watch. Damn, Tommy was going to be home soon; his son had said that he and Eddie Beasly were going out to Lake Weed to catch snipes. l-lah! 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 Tommy 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 door. Elvira gasped.
Lucas was naked, his cock already erect,
"Y-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 son of a bitch! 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 Tommy 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 Us!" 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?"