J Long - Connie_s young lover

"Elvira, my balls are killing me. I gotta fuck. How 'bout it?"

Elvira was stunned. It was dark, and she couldn't make out Lucas' face and the alcohol fog just wouldn't clear up. Was he serious? If he wasn't, she knew she was.

"fuck me?" Holy hog-shit! Suddenly, though it was dark, Elvira Schellenberg looked like the most fuckable thing that Weedville had ever produced. "Here?" "Here!" "Now?" "Now!" "Yaaahooo!"

They stripped, Elvira slipping out of her dress, weaving crazily, fat cucumbers crossing her mind.

Lucas shucked his pants, tossed them onto a garbage can.

Elvira's panties landed on top of his pants. Her bra-she wore one so that the kids in her class couldn't see her nipples, because it was obvious she didn't have tits big enough to see was next.

She stood there in heavenly nakedness, her mind clouded with erotic thoughts of pricks and cocks. No more cucumbers, just big pricks, like the one Lucas was holding in his hand.

Lucas' ten-inch prick was half-hard, most of the blood still in the shaft. The tip drooped slightly, but it was soon rising, the slit in the knob opening up to spit out cum-juice.

"How do you want it, Elvira?"

"Dog-style, you mudder fucker," Elvira slurred. The alcohol had reached its peak, and now the throbbing rush of lust-filled blood was making her dizzy.

She got down on all fours, her skinny ass weaving and wavering. Her asshole looked tight; her cunt looked like Lucas' coin purse, except with hair on it.

Shit, Elvira's pouting ass-cheeks were a damn erotic sight. It sure beat the hell out of fucking toilet-paper tubes.

He got down behind her and pressed his cock into Elvira's cunt-mouth. He shoved. — "Ooooohhh, shit, Elvira!" "Aaaiiieeee!!"

Lucas' cock was only halfway in. Sweat broke out of his face. His flesh felt clammy. His muscles ached as he tried shoving in the last five inches of cock that remained outside her tight pussy.

"L–Lucas! I'm a v-virgin!"

Virgin? Did she say virgin? Virgin as in V for vanquished? Lucas was astounded, stupefied. But his cock wasn't. It jerked and leaped about like crazy twitching back and forth against her cut.

Elvira was quivering and shuddering like crazy. Everything about what they were doing was crazy. Fucking in an alleyway? A prim and proper schoolteacher on all fours in a dirty pig-slop of a alley, getting dog-fucked by his honor the mayor who couldn't believe that his prick was jammed into a virgin pussy until he saw the cherry-red blood oozing off his cock-shaft?

Crazy! Wild bananas! Hot cucumbers!

Now they really fucked like mad. Lucas overcame his surprise, and stabbed so hard into Elvira's cunt that she skidded across the gravel, her head shoved into an overturned garbage can.

Lucas fucked hard, withdrew fast, his prick hard and stiff and ready to come.

Elvira was moaning into the trashcan, her groans amplified and echoing around her ears. Fucking for the first time, fucking dog-style, fucking Lucas Trimble's ten-incher like it was the last time she was ever gonna fuck again.

She bucked her ass back against him. Lucas fucked forward. Their loins slapped together. Lucas' prick was growing to huge proportions. Elvira could feel it, honestly feel that monstrosity of a prick expanding her upper cunt like a carpenter's wedge.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!Fuck me!!"

"Aaaiiieeeefl" Lucas screamed. His balls were erupting, forcing the jizz into his cock. His prick was exploding forcing his sperm into Elvira's hot, clutching pussy.

Her cunt felt like it was on fire, an itchy-type fire that consumed every inch of her cunt.

She grimaced, bearing down, her cunt-muscles clenching and unclenching.

Lucas kept spurting cock-cream into that delicious slit. Every ounce of spunk that he had stored in his balls shot out of his cannon of a prick.

"Oh, my God!" Elvira moaned. Then heard "Oh, my God!" as it echoed in the garbage can. The stench was unbelievably bad, but the fucking prick jammed all the way to the end of her twat felt unbelievably good.

For Vance Manning, who had just stepped out of Boris Jerkovich's studio, what he saw was unbelievable. He stepped back into the shadows, watching Lucas Trimble pull his sperm-drenched prick out of Elvira's cunt.

That was his girl Lucas was fucking around with! He felt like establishing law and order in the alleyway, like pulling out his.45 Magnum and billy club and start blasting and bashing away. But he suddenly thought of a better way to get revenge.

Connie was going to get her revenge, too. She was in love, truly in love with somebody, and not somebody's cock. But she knew it was an unrealistic love, and so did Tommy Trimble.

Hell, she was thirty-three, he was thirteen. People at his age couldn't fall in love. People at her age had already fallen out of love so they couldn't just fall back in. Could they?

Yeah, they could fall in love. Because both of_ them felt that old magic feeling every time they fucked, which was about every hour on the hour for the past month. Every time they could get together, they fucked or sucked, usually both, but after each sexual episode, the next chapter of their lives was just plain loving each other-tenderly, really caring about the other person's feeling.

So they both felt that they had to leave Weedville. And that was their problem. People would track them down. Hell, it was almost two hundred miles to the next state, and in South Dakota you couldn't make a move without someone seeing you. The fucking state was so under populated that people were a rarity.

So they discussed their problem, and Connie came up with a solution. She had been writing a diary of her life of how this shit-hole of a town with its assholes for aldermen kept her as a mistress. And she had written down every exploit, every rotten carnal deed done to her luscious body.

Now she was planning to send copies to each man who had furnished her with clothes, food and a three-bedroom apartment in exchange for fucking her ass, tits, mouth and cunt.

That would take care of them. They wouldn't dare come searching for her if they knew what was hanging over their balls.

But Tommy was a different story. Shit, Connie could get five to ten for child-molesting, and at least twenty to life for kidnapping.

Tommy felt that even if they threatened his old man with spilling the beans about how and when he had fucked Connie, it would make no difference to him. He didn't have a wife, the others did. Maybe the people of Weedville would be outraged when the truth came out, but they would still elect him mayor-shit, he was the only one who knew anything about mayoring.

Hell, what a dilemma. And all they wanted to do was get out of there fast and start proving how much they loved each other. If only people wouldn't bug tern.

Martin Seaman was a titty fucker. No, not one of your usual everyday titty fuckers he really had to have two tits sandwiched over his cock before he could get his rocks off. That was why he really dug fucking Connie Ryan's titties. God, what a pair huge, firm mountains of boob that could create a canyon of warmth ten times better than any cunt.

Martin was in bed. He was naked, fondling his cock. His wife was snoring beside him-loudly snoring, like the zzzzz's of a drunken elephant.

Martin was reading a book. He liked to read books before he fell asleep. He thought he was quite a book reader. The book in his hands was called ANNIE'S HOT FANNY. It was a fuck book, or, as everybody else who had read it before it finally ended up in Martin's hands, "a real cock-grabber".

Martin didn't think ANNIE'S HOT FANNY grabbed his cock. There weren't any titty-fucking scenes. Shit, he had had to read up to page thirteen before Annie was even kissed no, not on her cunt, or ass, or even on her tits just plain kissed on the lips. Fuck, shit, piss. Cock-grabber, huh!