J Long - Connie_s young lover

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 ups 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 fianc‚e 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! Ram! Ram!

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.

Ram! Ram! 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 man 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, mining 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 shiny Thorn McAnn'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 Tommy 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 blow his stack.

Tommy 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 Tommy 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.

Tommy 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 spew 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.

Happiness means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.

To a whore, happiness might mean establishing a profit sharing plan.

To a eunuch, happiness might mean a medical breakthrough: The first testicle transplant.

To Connie Ryan and Tommy Trimble, happiness was living in Bismarck, South Dakota, fucking and sucking happily while other fellow Bismarckians suspicioned that their mother-son relationship smelled of incest.

To Elvira Schellenberg, who was not fondling her huge titties, happiness was getting all the cock from every man that had pumped Connie Ryan's pussy. Ever since she had recovered consciousness in Lucas Trimble's home and had found Vance Manning's head blown off and a shotgun resting in Lucas' arms, nothing but happy things had happened to her. Of course it helped when you had hundreds of beautiful fucking and sucking photographs of all the respectable male citizens of Weedville in order to blackmail them into keeping her as their mistress.