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?
"Oooohhhh," Elvira moaned as Lucas' prick snaked into her pussy, spreading wide the lips of her twat.
"That's more like it, Elvira. Now you better not come before me, or else it'll just prove how hot and hungry you were my cock."
Elvira couldn't help it. Her pussy was full of prick, and her tits were being smothered by Lucas' hot mouth, and she was already coming before they had even started fucking.
"Lucas, honey! I can't help it! Your prick feels so Goddamn good. Oh, God! I'm comminggg! Coommiiinnnggg!!"
"You slut!" Lucas gasped as he thrust his cock balls-deep into Elvira's clutching cunt. "Why, you have waited! See, Elvira, you're just treatin' me like some piece of shit again."
Elvira's thighs slapped against Lucas' legs, her calves were around his back, ankles crossed. She was pulling his prick in the hot and hungry meat of her pussy, forcing as much of his cock into her cunt as she could get. She could feel his balls slapping her asshole every time he made a complete lunge into her cunt. She could feel the hard shaft of his prick wedging open her cunt-lips as Lucas thrust home into her vibrating pussy.
And through all the above, she was coming. Coming and coming, orgasming and climaxing. She felt as if there weren't any more comes left in her cunt, no more pleasure-tingling whorls in her tits, but there were. Her orgasms were endless; there just wasn't any light at the end of her climaxing tunnel.
"Aaiieee!! More, Lucas! More! Shove it hard! Oh, God! I'm coming again! Please keep fucking! Don't stop!"
"No way, you cock-teaser!" Lucas said as he pulled his prick out of Elvira's cunt, watching the lips of her pussy squeeze close behind his withdrawing prick-head.
"Lucas! Please! I need you to fuck me! Give me your cock!"
"Now you know what it feels like on the other side of the shoe, you bitch! Now you know what it feels like to be left hanging! I bet you do that to all the cocks you fuck – huh, Elvira? I just bet you fuck 'em and forget 'em, not giving a shit whether they come or not."
Elvira nodded many times. "Y-Yes, Lucas. Yes! Anything you say. I'm just a chauvinist sow. I don't give a damn whether a guy gets his rocks off or not. I just need to be satisfied – so please, Lucas, fuck me again! Please fuck me! I wanta come so bad!"
Lucas shook his head. "But first you gotta suck my cock. Then I'll give you the fucking that you want."
"Yes, Lucas. Yes! I'll suck your cock! I'll suck anything you want me to – as long as you fuck me later."
"Will you suck my prick until I come?"
"Oh, yes, I'll suck your prick until you come!"
"Will you lick my balls while my prick comes?"
"Oh, yes, Lucas. I'll lick your balls while your prick comes!"
"Then will you gobble up all my cum, clean my cock dry?"
"Yes! I'll gobble up all your cum! Anything! As long as i get my fucking afterwards!"
"Good," Lucas said, smiling triumphantly.
"Then start sucking my prick."
Before Lucas' ass cushioned into the easy chair, Elvira had already grabbed his prick and started sucking.
Elvira's lips nibbled up and down the twitching shaft of his cock, cleaning the residue of her cunt juice from the hot barrel. Then she suctioned his cock-head, took more of the meaty shaft into her mouth, until her lips were touching the base of his prick.
Lucas grunted. God, his cock felt as if it were on fire and the only thing to extinguish the flame was Elvira's moist mouth. Her head was bobbing hard and fast over his lap, her lips sucking up and down on his cock with eager, suctioning strokes.
With Boris Jerkovich's fuck photos in one hand and his trusty.45 Magnum in the other, Vance Manning approached the window cautiously. He peered in. He gasped.
That cock-sucking bitch Elvira, his future fiance and empress of Weedville, was sucking Lucas' cock like a man-hungry cannibal!
Vance knew that he was going to find them like this; well, not really like this, not with Elvira showing so much eagerness for sucking Lucas' cock, not with Lucas sitting so passively while his prick was being devoured so actively by Elvira.
What he wanted to find was Lucas on top of Elvira, fucking the shit out of her while she lay there passively and took her cock-fucking like a normal woman should – without any ecstatic expressions, without any passionate moans.
He blinked his eyes, and felt hot-blooded rage racing through his veins. He left the window in a huff.
He went around and found the entrance. He was ready to ring the doorbell, but then thought better of it. He would blast the doorknob off first before kicking down the door. He raised the gun, sighted down the barrel at the shiny brass door handle.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
He lifted his foot and Kung-Fued the door. Before the smoke could clear, he was in the room, pointing the Magnum at Lucas Trimble's astonished face.
Elvira was just turning her head towards the horrendous gunshots behind her when Vance's.45 Magnum barked again.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
When bullets slam into a person's body, usually the victim is very surprised. However the hollow-point bullets that issued from Vance's gun did not catch Lucas Trimble by surprise as they slammed into his head, one right after another. He wasn't surprised – he was dead.
Only one person was surprised and that was Elvira. Surprised that the wet prick in her hand felt like an oversized limp noodle, disbelieving of the bullet holes in Lucas' forehead, shocked by the mass of brains and blood that splattered like an abstract painting on the wall behind him. She was ready to puke.
Vance moved quickly. He grabbed Elvira, stood her weak body up, then spun her around.
"You cock-sucking whore! All you want to do is suck a guy's cock. You don't give a damn for me, you don't give a damn for Lucas Trimble. You just wanta have some cock fuckin' you all the time. Isn't that true, you whore?!"
Elvira was so dazed by what had happened, so stunned by the blood and brains that oozed down the wall, ruining the abstract painting, that the only thing she could now remember as she was being lifted to her feet was that she had to suck somebody's cock and puke. She didn't know which to do first.
She puked.
All over Vance Manning's shined Thom McCann's.
"You mother-fucking whore! A cock-sucking girl like you deserves nothing but a prick to suck on! Here! Come here and suck my cock!"
Vance had dropped his gun, the photos that he was going to show Elvira as their key to success, and his pants as he berated Elvira. His prick was at full hardness, the foreskin peeling back from the head to expose the cock-slit.
"On your knees, Elvira. Start sucking my prick!"
Dizzy, stunned, bewildered, what could she do except what others had told her to do since that fateful day in the alley?
She kneeled before Vance's cock, took it into her lips and started sucking slowly, then harder, then faster, until her mind blocked out everything that had happened in the last twenty seconds. Now she sucked cock with relish, with a zeal and eagerness that could be readily seen and heard by Vance as her tongue wrapped around his cock-head before slithering down the shaft.
"Goddamn, Elvira! You're the best cock-sucker in town. You're the best at eating prick, since…" Vance glanced down at the photos at his feet – Connie Ryan.
Elvira didn't hear what Vance had said, didn't want to hear anything that he was saying. She was too busy and too happy sucking his cock.
But Tom Trimble had heard Vance's words. He had heard them as he came in from the back way. He had walked the ten miles from Connie's apartment with turmoiling thoughts in every stride.
He knew that he had to tell his father about him and Connie, about the fact that they were going to leave town together and never return to Weedville.
He knew his father was going to blow his stack.
But as he peered through the crack of the kitchen door and into the living room, he had never thought that his father would literally blowing his stack.
Tom wanted to retch and cry, wanted to puke and kill, wanted to hold his father tightly while at the same time wringing Vance's fat neck. Tears trickled down his cheeks. Now he wouldn't have to tell his father a thing. Now, everything was cleared up, he and Connie were free to leave Weedville and pass themselves off as mother and son in some other city.
But Tom knew he couldn't leave just at this moment. Not while his father's blood and brains were still warm on the living-room wall with his killer no more than five feet away from the corpse, raping Miss Schellenberg.
Tom tiptoed quietly upstairs to his father's bedroom. He knew that he had to hurry, because he could hear Vance moaning and groaning, ready to come in poor Miss Schellenberg's raped mouth.
"Is my prick as good as Lucas' prick, Elvira? Oh, God! Your cock-sucking lips are gonna make me come. Oh, shit! I could just die! I'm comminngggg! I'm shooting all over your face!"
Elvira loved the feel of jism. She had never had a big stiff prick shooting in her face, and she loved it. Each splash of sperm on her chin made her cunt-lips twitch and her twat juice ooze. God! And there was so much of his cum!
Then rough hands were on her shoulders, shoving her to one side. She fell against Lucas' bloody body, and suddenly Elvira remembered everything that had happened in the last five minutes.
She fainted.