Shiiiitttt! He was ready to cone! In one sacred stroke he was ready to seed the furrow of her cunt.

He came.

In holy streams.

Hot and creamy streams that had been lying dormant in his balls for three weeks.

He couldn't help it.

His prick and balls couldn't help it.

Nature couldn't help it; she was making him ejaculate wads of sperm into his wife's tight pussy.

Even God was on his side, or so Jordan thought. He had never come so hard in his life, as the spurts ofjism pulsed from his flaring cock-head.

Elizabeth said 'Eeeekkkk!' as if his prick were a mouse.

But Jordan's prick wasn't a mouse; it was a rat because the owner of such a boner was thinking all the time about Connie Ryan's pussy and how it would be grabbing his prick and shaking every drop of spunk out of it not like his wife's pussy was doing now. Shit, what a dead cunt, like fucking left-over meat that had been in the refrigerator for two days.

Jordan couldn't wait to get back to the old regiment of fucking Connie Ryan once a week. He had put off seeing her for three weeks because he had to show Elizabeth his faithfulness to her by fucking her as if he hadn't fucked in a year.

He thought he had done a pretty good job.

CHAPTER TEN

Lucas Trimble couldn't fuck his wife any more. Not unless he wanted to shovel up six feet of dirt and violate a corpse. His wife had been laid to rest ten years ago before that Lucas Trimble, the mayor of Weedville, had laid her ass every night except on her red days. Even on those occasions he had made her suck his cock.

Lucas Trimble was a cunt hound. He demanded his cunt-meat like kings call for their meals. He just had to have a cunt holding tightly to his cock as he fucked the shit out of the woman who had offered him a piece of ass.

Now he had gone three weeks without pussy. He had called Connie almost every night, and she had told him that she was too busy, or she was on the rag or she was going bowling over in Pattonville. Lucas thought his balls were going to burst every day of those three weeks. But he had reverted back to his younger days when he was a very creative boy. He had stripped off the rolls of toilet paper in the three bathrooms of his house just to get to the cardboard tubes that the tissues were wound around.

Some axle grease smeared all over the inside of the tube, sprinkle a few drops of perfume that he had bought from the Avon lady, snip a few hairs from his head and paste them to the rim of the tube, and Lucas Trimble was ready to whoop it up.

He had slipped that toilet-paper tube over his prick-God, it was a tight fit, but the axle grease really helped. He gripped the outside of the tube, then started the age old fuck rhythm.

He sure wished he had some pictures of Connie Ryan while that toilet paper tube jacked like crazy over his cock. Then he had come, or was starting to come, and he gripped the cardboard cylinder too tightly.

The fucking thing was falling apart. His jizz was spewing out of one end of the tube, while the hairs were failing all over his sweaty belly. Shit, it was tearing right in half!

Christ, it was a shit-hole of a mess that Lucas Trimble held in his greasy palm. The goddamn thing looked like the afterbirth of a mare that had foaled triplets.

Shit, three weeks without Connie Ryan's cunt. He dialed her number, then slammed the phone down after fifteen rings. She wasn't home.

Lucas felt how stiff his prick was. He had to have cunt. And he was going to find some pussy under aged, hairless, furry, jail bait or haggish, he didn't give a shit. He needed pussy.

They met in the alley. Elvia Schellenberg coming out of the Buckaroo Bar, her cunt acting like a cow-cunt in heat, drunk out of her mind, and screaming for cock.

Lucas Trimble was coming from the opposite direction, swearing that he'd pick up the first chick in the Buckaroo Bar and hunch-fuck her ass all the way across the state of South Dakota.

'Elvira!'

'Lucas!'

'What are you doing here? Why, you're drunk as a skunk!'

'Y-Yes, I… I am.'

Well, here was the first chick he came across. He looked at Elvira. Jesus, was he had hard up? Yeah, he was.

'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

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