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 clit, how to eat her cunt, how to fuck her ass until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Fuck me, Tom!"
And Tom 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, Tom!"
Tom fucked harder. He was kneeling behind Connie, and she had her head turned towards him, urging him on, smiling so beautifully at him.
Tom 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, Tom. I'll never fuck another cock so long as I live. Keep cocking me, Tom! Oh, shit, your cock feels so good. It's so hard! Oh, shit, Tom! I feel it coming!"
Tom 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, Tom! Oooooohhh, please hold me! Hold my ass! Cooommiiinnggg!!"
Tom 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 Tom 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 Tom's cock into her cunt before withdrawing to tile tip of his bulging prick.
"Oh, God! Tom, 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, Tom! Your cock's always so hard. Always so ready to fuck. Keep fucking, Tom! Fuck me forever and forever! Oh, God! I'm comiinngggg! Aaahhhggg!!"
Connie's ass ground against Tom'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.
Tom felt her cunt gripping his cock stubbornly. He felt the rippling start deep in her twat as it whorled around his prick.
"Tom! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! My cunt feels so damn hot! Aaiiieeee!!"
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 Tom's prick was so full of hardness that some inner desire forced her to move her cunt back and forth along his prick.
Tom 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, Tom!"
Tom strained, his prick tensing, then quivering deep in Connie's wet, warm snatch.
"Oh, God! Tom! 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, Tom! Come!"
Tom concentrated hard; be shoved deep into her pussy.
"Oh, God! Hurry, Tom! I can't stand it! Please come now!"
Tom 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 cum 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, Tom! Fuck me hard! God, your cock's so Goddamn big!"
Then Tom released all of his pent-up jizz, the spurts of sperm drenching her clutching cunt.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
Tom 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.
Tom rolled slowly over to his side as Connie lay flat on her stomach. He placed his arm across his forehead, closed his eyes as the pleasurable sensation of release and fulfillment coursed through his body.
Connie lay still. She was exhausted yet her spirit seemed rejuvenated. Every bone in her body ached, yet she loved the feel of such pleasurable agony.
Slowly she rolled over, saw Tom breathe heavily as his cheeks glistened with perspiration.
"You know what, Tom?" Connie whispered.
"What, Connie?"
"I think – I mean please don't say I'm crazy – but I think I love you."
"Then I must be just as crazy," Tom replied, rolling onto his side and smiling.
Connie smiled. God, the whole world was crazy – but it sure was crazy good.
Elvira Schellenberg was fucking drunk. Blind eyed, piss-holed drunk. She had never been drunk before.
"Give me 'nother, Marty-farty."
Martin Seaman poured another Scotch straight. He slid it across to Elvira. "Gee, Miss Schellenberg, I think you better stop drinking so much."
"What's goose for the gander is goose for the goose."
"Huh?"
"Oh, shut the fuck up and lemme drink my piece in peace."
Martin shook his head. The whole fucking town of Weedville was going bananas. Shit, Delbert Farley had come in asking for aspirin while grabbing his crotch. What the fuck did he think the Buckeroo Bar was – a pharmacy?
And at eight o'clock, Coach Crowley had almost torn down the bar, complaining about his piss-ant kids not running enough laps.
Hell, he had enough worries with the dusters, hog-farmers anti shit-kickers. He sure didn't need no extra hemorrhoids to worry about – Christ, what a pain in the ass Monday nights were.
Elvira glanced up blearily at the TV set over the bar. Howard Cosell, old weasel-face, rhetorically announced that the halftime score was Buffalo zero, Chargers zero.
Elvira nearly toppled off the stool as she tried to get down. A burly two-fisted drinker helped steady her arm.
"Get yer fuckin' hands off me, pervert!"
Elvira dizzily walked out of the Buckeroo Bar. She knew she had gotten soused; she was trying to forget what she had seen at school that day. Eddie Beasly fucking Marcia Moresby.
Eddie was really giving her the cock. And Marcia was moaning like crazy. Elvira had never seen such a sight.
The horny kids were fucking right on top of her desk! Marcia was spread all over her history lessons, her legs sticking wide apart and straight up. Eddie was between the V of her legs, his pants heaped around his ankles, shoving his prick deep into moaning Marcia's pussy.
God, why had she gone back? Of all times to forget to bring test papers home. She had gone back and found them!
Why couldn't they have been fucking somewhere else? Why the hell had Eddie chosen her desk for a place to park Marcia's ass and plug her pussy? They could have at least gone somewhere private – like Lake Weed.
Oh, hell – ever since she had heard that lust-filled scream out at Lake Weed, Elvira knew that people did make love during the day. Out in broad daylight. And now she had found her own pupils not only screwing in daylight, but in a public building! Fucking on government property, in a building paid for by Weedville taxpayers.
Elvira's world was failing apart and she knew it.
Then was no decency left.
And then she came to the conclusion that maybe she was the one who was different. Of course, she had ruttish desires like everybody else, but she didn't go around fucking in public places in the naked light of day. She just rutted at night – alone, with her cucumbers.
God, after seeing Eddie pound away at Marcia's cunt, after remembering that passionate plea echoing across Lake Weed, she needed a cucumber. Now!
Fuck the test papers!
Fuck the siren song at Lake Weed!
Fuck Eddie Beasly!
Fuck Marcia Moresby!
Fuck the cucumbers, because after having seven straight shots of Scotch, Elvira declared that she was not going to shove another Goddamn vegetable into her cunt. She was going to be normal like everybody else – she was going to fuck a man!
Vance Manning.
Just as soon as the Bills-Chargers came was aver, she was going to call him up and plead – no scream, like that passionate voice at Lake Weed – for him to fuck the shit out of her.
Vance had seen lots of assholes die before, but not like this one. This corpse was white as hell, naked as hell, and cum or something jizzy-looking was leaking from the limp cock.
Shit, he'd better call the cops. What was he saying? He was the cops!
Vance leaned down. Yeah, the old man was deader than a sock. He started to stand up, when he noticed the pictures scattered all over the studio.
He picked one up. He gasped. His prick lurched.
Connie Ryan, that's who it was, almost bare-assed naked. Rut she was too young-looking. Then Vance spotted the photo album.
He picked it up. His balls churned.
Christ, he was starting to come before he had gotten to the end of the book.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
Then Vance walked out of Rods' studio, he was a different man than the asinine clown that had barged in on a dirty old man who shot filthy pictures. Vance not only was going to be number-one asshole of Weedville, but he'd have everybody begging to kiss his number-one ass. For once, Vance Manning felt like he was the king of shitville.