Fucked-up burgs like Weedville always have their ups and downs. People on the outside expected fucked-up, one-tank towns to be up and down; whereas people on the inside didn't even know their up and down because their whole lives were like a roller-coaster trying to go both directions at once.
Reverend Jordan Worthington was up because he had just performed his yearly task of fucking, pardon the expression, mating with his wife. Yet, he was down, because now he had to wait another year before he got his wife's pussy again. To get him on an even keel, he needed a steady cunt: Connie Ryan.
Coach Crowley was an in-betweener. His prick was always up because he had his peephole for pleasure. It was his tails that were down because what he saw he couldn't fuck, namely Marcia Moresby. He needed a piece of ass: Connie Ryan.
Lucas Trimble had never felt so down in his life. He had fallen to the depths of despair when he tried that old toilet-tube fucking trick.
Vance Manning was upside-down. He thought he had reached the pinnacle of power when he discovered those sordid pictures of Boris Jerkovich's. But now life was a real downer ever since he had seen his girl Elvira Schellenberg getting fucked doggie-style in an alleyway. He wanted to get the old self right-side up, and he was gonna do it. His answer lay by his side: old "Law" and "Order".
Elvira Schellenberg had been down and out. But like a phoenix rising from the ashes, her libido had been sparked for the first time and she was ready to make the hot-to-trot scene. And she knew how she would do it. She'd go down on Lucas Trimble, sucking that big cock of his to kingdom come.
Connie Ryan and Tom Trimble were sliding deeper and deeper into a shit-pot full of problems. They were truly in love, and they didn't want to stay in a fucked-up town where people knew them. They didn't want to join the ups and downs of a stupid roller-coaster ride. They wanted to go in one direction: out.
Eddie Beasly and Marcia Moresby were the only ones who weren't up and down. That's because they were laid flat out in the storage room of her father's hardware/grocery story, fucking and sucking their moronic brains out.
The only one who was really down was Boris. And he lay six feet under, buried near the shit-filled waters of Lake Weed, put there by one Delbert Farley, under Vance Manning's orders. Christ, Delbert didn't even know who it was he was burying.
And though it may appear to everybody on the outside that the above-mentioned names had a lot of ups and downs, everything was going to be settled once and for all. And the one who was going to bring law and order back to the whole crazy roller-coaster world of Weedville was Vance Manning. He was the one who started the solution to everything.
After he had seen his girl getting fucked by Lucas Trimble, he vowed revenge.
He planned out his revenge very carefully. Everything had to be just right before he started taking action.
The first part of Vance's plan was simple: fuck Elvira Schellenberg. Show her who the head honcho of Weedville was going to be. Shit, after she had a taste of his prick, she'd never go searching for another cock.
It was a Friday night. Elvira was going to see Lucas Trimble at ten o'clock that evening at his place. She was going to fuck him, then suck him, then do whatever came next. She was dressed to kill: a chemise dress that looked like a square sheet on her bony body, but which Elvira considered to be her sexiest garment. Didn't that fashion editor in Vogue instruct skinny girls to wear horizontal stripes and sacklike dresses?
As Elvira looked at herself in the mirror, she knew she was in vogue. She puckered her lips, which was easy because Elvira's lips looked like she had been weaned on the hind udder of a gopher, and applied creamy, sticky lipstick.
She smacked her lips, ran her long tongue over them.
She was just about ready to apply some perfume between her toes when the doorbell rang.
She hummed "Schooldays" as she went to the door. She opened it. Her lipsticked mouth opened wide in surprise.
"Vance! What are you doing here?"
"Just come to see my girl."
Elvira shuddered. The wind coming through the door was icy-cold and it blew her dress like a mizzentop, and now Vance, for the first time in his life, could make out the faint outlines of her tits beneath the chemise.
"My ass is freezin', Elvira. Can I come in or not?"
Elvira had to let him in. After all, he had been the first male to show an interest in her. But why now? Why at eight o'clock, just two hours away from her fucking-and-sucking date with Lucas?
"S-Sure, Vance. Make yourself comfortable. Get a beer out of the fridge."
Vance sauntered into the kitchen as Elvira glanced at her watch. Yep, eight o'clock.
"Hey, what's all these cucumbers doing in your fridge? Half of 'em look all wilted and dead."
"Oh. Oh! Oh! My darling cucumbers! Are any of them alive?" Elvira said in a high-pitched squeal, running into the kitchen.
"Shit, they looked all fucked out to me."
Elvira could just about die. Her poor cucumbers, the fat ones, the skinny ones, the wee ones, all had scaly little germy things pasted on their shriveled skins.
Elvira looked at her cucumbers sadly; they all looked like limp pricks to her. Big and little limp green pricks. But realizing that they looked like pricks reminded Elvira of the fact that she had had a real, live prick in her cunt. Why the hell did she need cucumbers any more? She wasn't a vegetarian any more, she was a real live meat-eater. Carnivorous for cock.
"Oh, I just forgot to throw them out, Vance," Elvira chortled.
"Shit, they really stink, Elvira. You better get rid of them tomorrow."
"Oh, I will, Vance, I will!" Elvira said happily, throwing her arms around Vance in a quite-sudden gesture.
Vance was shocked, at first. Then he remembered that scene in the alleyway with Elvira's merry mouth stuck in a garbage can as she was being fucked doggie-style. She was merry now, too. Too merry for Vance.
"What the hell was that for?"
"O-Oh, because I'm in love with… she wanted to say cocks and pricks, but Vance would surely think she had gone off the deep end… with you, Vance!"
"Well, I'm glad (which was a lie)," Vance said. "Because I love you so much l… I want to fuck you (which was false and true)."
Fuck her? Elvira Schellenberg fucking Vance Manning? Well, wasn't he the first one to show any interest in her? And she had already been fucked by a man who barely knew her. Why not?
"Yes, Vance! Let's fuck now!" Elvira then looked at her watch. It was eight-fifteen. "But we've got to hurry."
Vance's hand was already gripping the hem of her dress while his other sneaked behind her, gripping the zipper. He pulled Elvira's spindly body against him.
Elvira was crushed in what she thought was a death grip. She gasped for breath as Vance struggled with the zipper.
"Oh, Vance, don't hurry too much. Well, what I mean is let's do it fast, but let's not hurry."
Vance wouldn't have understood Elvira if all of his 54-IQ braincells concentrated on what she had just said. There wasn't any more thinking to do, as far as he was concerned. All the thinking from here on was going to be done by his balls and cock.
Elvira gasped. He really had a grip on her.
Vance cursed at the Goddamn zipper. Then angrily he jerked hard and her dress ripped from hemline to hemline.
"Jesus Christ! Vance, that's my best dress!"
"I'll buy ya another one," Vance mumbled as his greedy lips latched onto Elvira's long neck.
Elvira tried to push Vance away. It was like trying to move a mountain.
"Vance! Wait a minute! Jesus, your teeth are hurtin' me!"
Vance wanted to grin, but his lips were pulled back in a snarl as his teeth sank very close to Elvira's pulsing jugular vein.
Elvira squirmed. Her neatly coiffured hair was getting undone. Her makeup was running as her face broke out in drops of sweat. Jesus, what an animal!
Vance was growling, his hands were pawing everywhere now. His fingers gripped what flesh was on Elvira's taut ass. His other hand was on the elastic waistband of her teeny-weeny bikini panties.
Rrriiiippppp!
Now her teeny-weeny bikini panties became two teeny-weeny halves. Vance threw the shredded nylon over his shoulder. He groveled in Elvira's tits, sucking her nipple, then biting down hard.
"Aaaiijeeee!"
His hands were squeezing the balls of her asscheeks into bigger balls.
Elvira could feel her asshole being raped by Vance's thumb. She was beginning to feel agony all over her body. Her nipple felt as if it were eyeing pinched by two dull razors. Her asshole felt as if a mini-cock were buggering her shit-hole. But the pain really doubled at her waist.
Elvira looked down, could see where Vance's bullet belt was scraping the skin just below her navel.
"Vance, please! The least you can do is take off your clothes."
"You take them off!"
"What?"
"I said you take them off!"
Elvira had never undressed a man's body before. And nobody had ever talked to her in that tone of voice before. She was starting to see what beasts men were.
"I will not take off your clothes. You're not a baby."
Smack!
Elvira's head reeled from the sudden blow. Vance was shaking his fist right in front of her face.
"Now, are you gonna take off my clothes, or do I have to cold-cock you again?"
Elvira, who had been stunned almost senseless by the blow, shook her groggy head. Cold-cocked? No, she wanted to be hot-cocked. She wanted to be hot-cocked in her cunt and in her ass and in her mouth.
"Well, are you gonna do it?" Vance screamed, grabbing Elvira's skinny arms and shaking some sense into her.
"Yes, I'll do anything you say. Just give me some hot cock."
"All right, Elvira baby," Vance sneered. "Start taking off my clothes."
Elvira nodded, her hands moving outwards, her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Vance shrugged it off. She helped lift his undershirt over his head and arms. Vance tossed it aside. She undid the buckle of his belt, and "Law" and "Order" were laid to rest near his feet.
"Come on, hurry up! I ain't got all night!"
Neither did Elvira. She still had that date with Lucas Trimble's prick.
She hurried. She undid the center button of his pants, unzipped his fly, then kneeled down to shake his pants loose from his bull-like thighs.
Hot cock was near her face. Vance stepped out of the pants, nudged both shoes off his feet; meanwhile his crotch had stayed pretty close to Elvira's nose. God, she couldn't believe it – hot cock was so near, just behind the whiteness of those mangy shorts. She had to have hot cock.
She grabbed the leg bands of Vance's shorts and pulled down hard.
"Aaarrgghhh!!"
The Goddamn bitch had snagged his cock on his Jockeys as she tugged them down and off his legs!
"Goddamn, Elvira, be careful. Shit, you almost bruised my prick."
Elvira apologized with her hands and lips. She grabbed Vance's hot cock, guiding it to her drooling mouth.
"Uuuummmm," Vance moaned. The slippery tightness of her mouth felt so Goddamn good he almost dropped his cock load right into her sucking mouth.
"More, Elvira! More! Suck my prick hard!"
Does a cock-sucking woman need any encouragement when she has a prick in her mouth? Hell no! Elvira sucked his prick-head hard. Then she tried to stuff all of his dick into her mouth, her hands moving around and getting a good grip on his sweaty, bulging ass, pulling his smelly crotch closer to her face.
"Jesus Christ! Elvira, where'd you learn to suck cock! Uuuummmm!"
Elvira was plainly and simply a good cock-sucker – a natural prick-blower. She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, forcing her lips down hard on the shaft as her tongue tickled his cock-head.
She urged him on with her hands. Telling his ass to get into gear. Forcing him to shove his cock harder and deeper into her cock-ravenous mouth. She needed more cock to suck. She wanted to take his rod all the way down to her throat, feel her lips nuzzling the hairs that surrounded the base of Vance's prick.
Vance shoved his prick deep into Elvira's mouth. Christ, looking down at her gluey lips as she nibbled on his cock-shaft was making his asshole clench, making his balls tinge.
Elvira's lips moved back and forth on Vance's cock as he moaned and groaned. She had him coming and going, and she wasn't so bad, off herself. Her cunt felt like a drainage ditch as cunt-cooze dribbled down her thighs, puddling beneath her crotch.
Vance was ready to scream. He didn't want her to stop cock-sucking, but he had to. Just had to. Oooohhh, but her lips felt so fuckin' good on his prick! And the sight of her face as she munched heartily on his cock – she looked beautiful.
"You look beautiful, Elvira."
It was the first time Elvira had ever been called beautiful. Eddie Beasly had called her pretty once… pretty fucking ugly. But Vance had called her beautiful, and she felt beautiful as she bobbed her head and made her throat muscles constrict around Vance's tremendously big cock-head.
Vance had to pull his prick away from her beautiful mouth; those cock-sucking lips of hers were driving him bananas, but he had to get away, pull his prick out so that he could stick it elsewhere.
"Please, Elvira. No more. No more cock-sucking, please!"
It was the first time in his life that he had had to beg a chick to stop blowing his prick. Come to think of it, it was the first time he had ever said please.
Elvira shook her head, her teeth grinding gently on the knob of Vance's prick. No! Hell-fuck no! She wasn't getting off this prick until it fed her the cum that she wanted. She had never tasted cum, and she wanted to eat the whole thing.
As usual, Vance had to resort to violence to get Elvira's hungry mouth away from his cock. Had she been Delbert Farley, her balls would have been up her belly, but since she wasn't Delbert Farley but a cock-sucking woman, he kicked her in the cunt gently.
"Aaaiieeee!!"
Elvira tumbled backwards, hands gripping the bruised lips of her pussy. She clamped her legs tightly over her hands, rolled from side to side, team stinging her eyes.
"Now, Goddamn, Elvira! I didn't want to go and hurt ya like that. But, Christ, when I say stoop sucking my prick, you gotta stop sucking my prick."
"Oooohhhh, Vance. My cunt hurts! God! It hurts like hell! Oooohhhh!"
Vance was truly sorry that he had hurt Elvira's cunt. He had tried to kick her pussy as gently as possible. But trained killer that he was, a kick in the cunt was as potent as being gored by a buffalo.
Then Vance didn't feel any sympathy at all for Elvira, when she rolled over onto her stomach and tried to get up. She was in that same Goddamn doggy-position as the night she had been fucked by Lucas Trimble. The bitch!
As Elvira tried to get up, Vance came tumbling down on her ass. Her legs and arms were splayed out flat from the heavy weight on her spine.
"Aaiiieee! Please, Vance! Don't hurt me!"
Now the shoe was on the other foot; Elvira was in Vance Manning's world now – a domain where everybody pleaded, begged for mercy. He loved it!
"I'm gonna fuck the living daylights outta that hot cunt of yours! My prick is gonna feel like my billyclub was stuffed into your cunt! And you're gonna dig every inch of my cock, because I know you dig fucking! Bitch!"
Flat on the ground as she was, her cunt wasn't a very good target for Vance. But he wasn't worried; he'd just jam his prick between her wide-spread legs and fuck whatever hole he found.
He found her asshole.
Elvira found her voice: "You sonofabitch! Aaaiiieeeee!"
Her ass felt as if it had been run through by a saber as Vance poured his prick into her tight, virgin asshole. Vance hunched back and forth vigorously, the sound of Elvira moaning and gasping sounding like sweet music to his ears.
"You know you dig it, Elvira! You know you love my cock deep in your ass!"
"Oooohhh, Vance! Please! My ass! It hurts so much! Please don't fuck me there. Fuck my cunt – please…"
There was no way in hell that Vance was going to fuck Elvira's cunt. He wanted to fuck virgin flesh, and knowing that Lucas had taken the cherry of her cunt, he was going to fuck her cherry ass.
He lunged hard, his prick wedging deeper into Elvira's clutching shit-chute.
"Try to relax, Elvira. Then it'll feel really good."
Elvira couldn't. The pain was so horrible that she felt she had to try and squeeze his cock out of her asshole, try to force his prick from invading any deeper.
"Aaaiieee! Vance! No more, Vance! Please!"
Vance's balls slapped wetly against Elvira's open cunt-lips. He soaked his cock in the delicious tightness of her asshole. Sweat streamed down his hairy chest onto Elvira's spindly spine. She was writhing beneath him, trying to wriggle away from his prick. But his hands had a tenacious grip on her hips, and every time she tried to move forward, Vance moved forward faster, thrusting his cock hard into her asshole as he pulled her against his crotch.
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 bear 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 an 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 burnt of sperm shot from his cock and drenched the inner tissues of her ass.
"AAaiieeeeii n-no, Vance! Stop! Please stop!"
Her pleading drove him on. A second spurt 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 spurt, 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.
"Oooffff! Oh, God! Vance!"
The last spurts of fuck-cream were barooming 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 Tom'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 boy that she was snug in a rug with.
As Tom 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?"
Tom 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 our asses with birdshot, but at least we'll die together."
Connie gasped. "Tom, 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."