Boris wanted to say more, but he felt as if his heart had been placed in a vise. One hand grabbed for his throbbing chest while the other clutched his favorite photo of Connie Ryan dressed in white cotton panties and Junior Miss bra.
Vance kicked the living shit out of the door or what was left of it. He finally struggled to his feet, his trousers and face covered with splinters and dirt.
Rods staggered away from Vance. His heart was on its last beat. His face was pasty white, and spittle drooled from his quivering lips. The photo dropped to the floor before he did, landing in a puddle of shit his fear- stricken body had made. His heart stopped, his lungs gave way, his eyes closed forever.
Everything died, except his love for Connie Ryan.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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 cut, how to eat her cunt, how to fuck her ass until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
'Fuck me, Tommy!'
And Tommy 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, Tommy!'
Tommy fucked harder. He was kneeling behind Connie, and she had her head turned towards him, urging him on, smiling so beautifully at him.
Tommy 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, Tommy. I'll never fuck another cock so long as I live. Keep fucking me, Tommy! Oh, shit, your cock feels so good. It's so hard! Oh, shit, Tommy! I feel it coming!'
Tommy 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, Tommy! Oooooohhh, please hold me! Hold my ass! Cooommiiinnggg!!'
Tommy 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 Tommy 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 Tommy's cock into her cunt before withdrawing to the tip of his bulging prick.
'Oh, God! Tommy, 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, Tommy! Your cock's always so hard; always so ready to fuck. Keep flicking, Tommy! Fuck me forever and forever! Oh, God! I'm comiinngggg! Aaahheiggg!!'
Connie's ass ground against Tommy'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.
Tommy felt her cunt gripping his cock stubbornly. He felt the rippling start deep in her twat as it whorled around his prick.
'Tommy! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! My cunt feels so damn hot! Aaiiiieeee!!'
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 Tommy's prick was so full of hardness that some inner desire forced net to move her cult flack and forth along his prick.
Tommy 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, Tommy!'
Tommy strained, his prick tensing, then quivering deep in Connie's wet, warm snatch.
'Oh, God! Tommy! 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, Tommy! Come!'
Tommy concentrated hard; he shoved deep into her pussy.
'Oh, God! Hurry, Tommy! I can't stand it! Please come now!'
Tommy 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 cam 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, Tommy! Fuck me hard! God, your cock's so goddamn big!'
Then Tommy released all of his pent-up jizz, the spurts of sperm drenching her clutching cunt.
'Aaaiiieeeh'
Tommy 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.
Tommy 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 Tommy breathe heavily as his cheeks glistened with perspiration. 'You know what, Tommy?' 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,' Tommy 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. Blindeyed, pin-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 Fancy had come in asking for aspirin while grabbing his crotch. What the fuck did he think the Buckaroo 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 and 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.
