Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Muffled obscene moans came from her throat as she sucked his cock deliriously, her nails finding a new target in his flanks.

It was her first experience with sixty-nine, and if the naive twenty-nine-year-old farmer’s daughter hadn’t thrilled to such wild oral, sex for the first time, the events that followed might not have happened. Already on fire with newly-awakened lust, the sheer depraved happiness of having her tender cunt voraciously eaten and sucked and kissed for the first time, while her lover’s massive hard prick fucked her powerfully in the mouth, unleashed profound and dangerous depths of passion in Carol Shaw. At that moment she went from being simply crazy about Jack to being insane about him. Neither of them would forget this moment, not for all their life, and when events climaxed two weeks later with swift fury, this particular sex-act would remain to haunt them both for years to come.

Because it was the turning point and deep down both of them sensed it.

SHHIT! Jack thought as she ripped her teeth across his meat and sucked with wanton joy. She was doing it to him again, Goddamnit, her crazed mouth trying to suck the jism out of him with all the greed and fury she could summon, her exploding cunt slamming with wet fire against his mouth. He tried to wrench his hips away but she sank her nails deeper into his flesh, so savagely he groaned with pain.

His simple country pussy had suddenly turned into a mad animal, deep moans of incoherent passion coming from her throat, her thighs locked so tightly to his face he could barely breathe. His face was smeared with her sticky cunt-juice now as she ground and squirmed the flesh against his mouth with punishing force.

Goddamn! He swore to himself. The only way he’d ever get to breathe again — she had his head firmly crushed between her soaked inner thighs, in a vise of crazed greed — was to shoot off in her mouth. Her urgent lips and tongue were fiercely trying to suck his load out of him anyway, so he released the last trace of his control and felt his cream burst in his loins and quivered along the length of his hard prick, flooding her hot mouth. The mattress groaned loudly in the cheap motel room as their sweating naked bodies rocked and thrashed in a mutual climax, low screams issuing from Carol’s throat. She swallowed his spurting jism in great frenzied gulps while her ass swung feverishly, her sucking cunt gushing more honey into his mouth.

Only after she’d drained the last boiling drop from his limp, suffering rod did the crying blonde slowly release his head from her powerful thighs. Quickly Jack raised himself up, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. But she still refused to let go of his soft cock, whimpering as she whirled her tongue around it and implored it with her eager lips.

“Christ, Carol, let go!” he shouted. Crazy sex-mad bitch! He added silently. After a minute her nails released their brutal pressure on his hips and he groaned with relief as he slipped his meat out of her mouth and rolled over onto the mattress, heaving and gasping.

The blonde kept shuddering and making urgent fucking notions with her hips for a few minutes, running her hands over her perspiring tits and whimpering softly. Her eyes were glazed as she turned to Jack beside her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I sort of went… well, a little crazy, I guess. I got so excited, Jack, you made me came so much when you went down on me… well, I’m sorry, darling, please forgive me. Please?”

“Yeah sure,” he said irritably, but inside he was seething with rage. If he didn’t screw Sally later tonight he’d turn into a vicious, biting bitch and life would be hell until he serviced her insatiable pussy. As long as Sally got her daily quota of hot, strenuous fucking she would wait on him hand and foot, treat him like a king. But the minute he failed, she went insane with jealousy. If he wasn’t able to screw her, who was he screwing? She would demand furiously. He was screwing the bookkeeper now and he knew this, of course, but it only made things worse. Her jealousy blazed white-hot.

For one wild delirious moment of temptation, Jack wondered if he ought to leave Sally flat when he got the hundred thousand — if they got the hundred thousand, he thought with a stab of fear — and just split to Mexico City or Paris by himself. It would be a hell of a dirty trick to play on her, especially after all the times she’d bailed them out of tight spots by selling her gorgeous body. Only a real grade A, lowdown, treacherous bastard would do something like that to his wife.

The thought lingered in the back of Jack’s mind.

Carol was hugging him now, crushing her wet burning tits into his chest and showering kisses on his face. Jesus, he bought with disgust, she gets a little cock and goes ape. Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about her any more after tonight. But he’d be damned if he’d waste another load on her. By sucking his cream out when they’d sixty-nined, she’d used up her quota as far as he was concerned. The rest would be for Sally, so the blonde could just forget it.

She was lying on top of him and squirming her silky wet cunt to his limp meat now, gazing down at him with that strange gleaming look in her blue eyes, the one that made him so uneasy.

“So wild about you, Jack,” she whispered, “so crazy about you, darling. Mmmmmm! I was just wondering…”

“Wondering what?” he said quickly. A look of pure suspicion flitted across her lovely face.

“Wondering why such a handsome man like you picked out an ordinary dull girl like me, Jack,” she went on softly. “It seems funny somehow. You could have your pick of almost any woman. I’m not exactly a beauty queen yet,” she went on with a soft laugh, thinking about how startled he would be when they met again in two weeks, when she’d gotten her contact lenses and thrown her thick glasses way, when she’d spent hundreds of dollars on sexy new clothes and her body was slimmed down to voluptuous proportions through dieting. “And I’m not brilliant either, Jack. So I was wondering why you chose me out of all the beautiful young girls in this world… you know?”

“Now don’t be dumb,” he said quickly, hugging her and pulling her head down across his shoulder so she wouldn’t see the expression of alarm on his face. Bitch was smarter than he’d thought. “To be honest with you, Carol, I’ve had my share of beautifull young girls and they leave me cold, you know? I just met you by lucky accident a few days ago and I said to myself: Hell, Jack, it’s high time you settled down and raised a family, so why not fall in love with a pretty woman like Carol? Why not pick out someone down-home who wants the same things, instead of all that party-crap — someone who wants a house, kids… you know, all that stuff.”

The thought of all that stuff made Jack want to vomit, but he kept her head down so she couldn’t see his face.

“And that’s exactly the way it happened, Carol. I met you, I fell for you and here we are, honey. That’s all.”

“But Jack,” she persisted, her voice muffled in his shoulder, “why do you have to do this dangerous thing in Reno? If it’s money you’re worried about, I have four thousand dollars in my savings account.”

His ears pricked up like a starving wolf hearing the distant cry of a lost lamb. Jesus Christ, she didn’t mention that before!

“You can have it all,” Carol was saying now, gently grinding her steaming wet crotch to his rising cock. In spite of his promise to himself, the mere mention of money automatically started a hard-on in Jack. It never failed.

“We can use that for our honeymoon,” the blonde whispered in his ear, “and I’ll keep my job at Apex if you want while you look for a job. Why do something dangerous, darling?”

Again Jack felt a stab of nausea in his stomach at the mention of the word job. Christ, was she serious? A house, kids, a job? He wouldn’t stop vomiting for six months. But the four thousand bucks, well that was something else. Now Jack’s street-cunning mind began to function like a computer, figuring all the angles with lightning-like rapidity. First, he was strongly tempted to take her for the four thousand. But that represented great danger, his instincts warned. He couldn’t accept the money and pull the caper off in Reno. And besides, she wouldn’t give it to him — he knew this for damn sure — until he’d actually married her.

And he was already married to Sally, who would be slightly upset, possibly to the point of grabbing a butcher knife and carving them both up like stuffed turkeys.

So that angle was out, in spite of his greed.

Besides, and he couldn’t explain this to the blonde, he owed those bastards at the Green Wheel a little come-uppance, which was why he’d chosen this particular casino. That sonofabitch Lane, especially. Jack had worked there for almost a year, five years ago. During all that time, he’d methodically stolen every deck of cards in sight, with just this caper in mind. As a dealer that had been easy, since the casino didn’t mind anyone pilfering something so unimportant as a deck of cards. In fact, most of the dealers did that.

But Jack had been caught stealing money too, with an agent — a redhead he was living with at the time. And they found out it was the second time he’d been caught stealing from a casino. So they’d taken him or a little ride out in the desert, and for a while Jack thought it was the final ride into the great beyond, the end of a not very noble but fairly satisfying life, a sordid life filled with cheap hotel rooms, plenty of willing pussy, not enough money, too much hustling, and always that glowing dream of Easy Street, of a hundred thousand in cool crisp cash. He remembered two big goons hauling him out of the back seat of the Caddy in the middle of nowhere, his stomach churning with icy fear, his lips moving in a silent prayer although the closest he’d ever been to a church was the nearest bar or whorehouse.

But it wasn’t the final ride, although it was pretty Goddamned bad. They’d beat the shit out of him, particularly his face, busting his nose and jaw. Then they’d left him there, in the middle of the bleak fucking desert, telling him to get out of the state, that if he ever fucked with the big boys’ money again, he could kiss his sweet ass goodbye forever.

He’d gotten out the next morning, half-crawling to the highway and hitching. It had taken plastic surgery to fix his face up again, but that was sort of a bonus, since he was better looking when he came out of it than when he went in. They wouldn’t recognize him, not after five years and a smooth, slightly different face.

But he hadn’t forgotten, and he’d waited patiently until he felt the time was perfectly ripe. And this was the time. And now, Goddammit, he was coming back to rip them off, fast and hot and heavy, so hard they’d never know what hit them.

Maybe he’d send the assholes a postcard from Acapulco.

He was suddenly aware of Carol’s burning cunt grinding urgently on his hard-on, and her voice in his ear.

“Don’t do it, Jack,” she begged. “Don’t go to Reno. Stay here with me and marry me. We’ll live on my money until you get a job, and we’ll buy a house and raise a family, and…”

“Forget it,” he said harshly. From the look of panic on her face, he quickly corrected that. “I don’t mean marrying you, Carol, I mean about Reno. I’ve got to go, baby, for personal reasons. I gotta do this one thing, see? And when it’s over with, I’ll be back here for you. Believe that, Carol. Believe me!”

For a few dangerous moments her glowing blue eyes searched his, as if seeking the truth. Then she nodded and sighed.

“Okay, Jack, if that’s the way it has to be, darling. Now make love to me again… please? Please, honey?”

Shit! Jack thought with disgust. He’d be exhausted by the time he’d made the switch at the warehouse from all this fucking nervous tension and screwing and pressure. And if he didn’t have it good and hard for Sally when he got back here he may as well sleep in the car. And then his way out came to him, a light flashing on in his cunning mind, like a blessed beacon on a murky night.

“Why, sure, Carol,” he told her. “We’ve got time for just on more quickie, honey. You go down on me and get it good and wet first, see? Then we’ll have a wild goodbye, okay?”

Eagerly, her blood singing with excitement, the blonde scrambled down between his legs and took his stiff rod into her burning mouth. Jack let her suck on it for a few minutes, arousing herself more than him, while he grinned at his brilliant flash. He’d fuck her, all right — exactly the way Sally had told him to. That would get his wife’s rocks off for her instead, of a wild fuck, and knowing Sally, she’d be ecstatic, when he told her about Carol’s wails and screams of agony.

By God, there were times when he modestly thought he was a sheer fucking genius.

“Okay, honey, that’s enough,” he told Carol, who was whipping her hot mouth back and forth on his prick like a suction pump on fire. She reluctantly sat up and he climbed off the bed, his long meat quivering with readiness, a drop of cum oozing out of the crimson knob.

“Now you lie on your belly with your legs folded under you and your beautiful ass up in the air,” he told Carol. “This is what we call dog-style, although,” he rushed on to assure her with his charming grin, “you are anything but a dog, sweetheart.”

She hurried to obey, her creamy tits panting, her cunt pulsing with urgency and dripping with lust. Jack knelt on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her lush while asscheeks and spread the globes to expose her tiny brown asshole, so helpless and tender. Hot-damn, that looked tight!

“Oh Jack darling, hurry!” Carol moaned, weaving her hips impatiently. Lord, she’d never be able to get enough of his big throbbing prick, she’d chase it night and day once they were married. Dipping only the huge knob of his dick in her cuntlips, Jack wet it down while the blonde sobbed and waggled her pussy-flesh lewdly on it. He was teasing her, the darling! Slipping in only a couple inches like that, but she reveled in the tantalizing feel of his gorged meat pounding in her pussy-lips, surging with power. His cock was so big and beautiful!

“Jack? Why’d you go out? Jack! I need your hot cock, darling, why… UNGH? UNGH? AAAAAAGH!”

The abrupt blazing impact of his enormous rod driving brutally into her tiny asshole sent nerve-racking bolts of sheer torture ripping through her helpless ass. Tears stung Carol’s eyes and she couldn’t even catch enough breath to scream. It felt as if someone had shoved a burning baseball bat up her narrow anus, only this one pounded massively with each throb new sheets of pain racked her bowels.

Crying with helplessness, Carol clawed desperately at the mattress beneath her and tried not to move, because the slightest wiggle intensified the white-hot agony brutally.

“Ah, baby, ooooh, Carol, that’s good ass! Mmmmmm, ah, honey that’s… mmmmm hot’n’tight, whew! Luscious ass!”

For a minute Jack merely knelt behind her ravaged cheeks, gripping the milky globes tightly, groaning with pleasure as her tight, fiery asshole hugged his rod. Her asshole was like her mouth and pussy, hot and virginal and juicy, steaming passionately on his meat. Then he began to stroke his immense prick gently in and out of her narrow tunnel, feeling her silky ass shudder in agonized response. She was gasping for breath now, pounding the mattress beneath her with her fists. Finally a long low scream escaped her lips.

“EEEEE! Jack how could you! UNNG! Oh God! K-killing me! Oh oh honey, no, no, no! Mercy arrrrrgh!”

“You’ll — mmminminmmm, what ass! You’ll learn to love it, Carol, ah baby, that’s a hot one, juicy, juicy innnnmnun!”

He’d finally found one spot where the stacked blonde surpassed his own wildly sexy wife. She couldn’t blow like Sally, not by a long shot, and when it came to fucking, no matter how tight and fiery and luscious her delicious cunt was, she was no match for Sally’s expertly trained silken slit. But her asshole was something else — squirming and wriggling on his stiff cock with fantastic tightness and fire. And the feel of her trembling, hot asscheeks in his fingers excited him too, their ripe white mounds quivering madly with each forward slam of his prick. Jesus, he’d be lucky to hold out five minutes with this honeyed tunnel.

He began a powerful stroking rhythm, bringing sharp cries of anguish from the farm girl’s lips as he battered her bowels with lustful fury. When he stopped to think about it, he was downright tempted to leave his wife for the luscious bookkeeper. Hell, she had four thousand in cash, a wild eager mouth, a frantically juicy little cunt, and a boiling asshole. That could keep him up hard and ready for two weeks at least.

He could just split town with Carol, leaving Sally high and dry. Then when the four thousand ran out — well, he could gently suggest that Carol go out and get another job. He’d go hunting for the next sucker, while she diligently worked her ass all day.

Reluctantly, Jack had to decide against it as he slammed into her tortured hot asshole with ever faster thrusts of his huge rod. He simply couldn’t pass up the hundred thousand, not after what those bastards had done to him in the desert that night. Deep down, he knew he was afraid, too. If they failed, well it was the final ride for fucking sure this time.

He only hoped it would be quick and merciful if that happened, not one of those horrifying drawn-out affairs he’d heard about. Well, fuck that! He told himself angrily, suddenly ramming his long rod to the hilt to make Carol scream at the top of her lungs and shudder from head to toe. He’d be Goddamned if he’d go into married life like a frightened boy scout. No more thoughts of chickenshit failure! He promised himself. The plan was foolproof, but it was absolutely esential they got out of Reno when their five-day limit was up, whether they reached their goal of a hundred thousand or not. That was as much time as he could allot to the risk, and not a second more. After five days, they’d be treading on extremely thin ice, the casino suspicious as hell and checking everything out.

“Oh Jack! UNNNNG! I’m beginning to get… ooooooh! Excited darling! Love your… argh! Hot prick, yes, yessss, oh Jack fuck me in the assssss… EEEEEEE!”

To his surprise, Carol was suddenly squirming her ass furiously and swinging her hips back to meet him. The blonde discovered to her own astonishment that the tortuous, crushing mass of his enormous prick in her tiny asshole had begun to give her a climax! She didn’t know why, but the searing ripples of pain in her impaled bowels started fusing with her new passion and the next thing she knew her cunt was pulsing fiercely, pouring honey, and she was coming wildly.

“Fuck my ass… ooooh! Oh lover, Jack, fuck me harder, deeeper, fassssster, yesssss, love you!”

If Jack had known the truth behind her sudden excitement, even his sterling character would have blushed pink. The simple fact was that Carol Shaw, a shy, awkward and deeply frustrated virgin until two days ago, was so madly in love with him after rescuing her from a lifetime of agonizing dullness and hopelessness, she would have come even if he’d rammed his prick into her ear.

Almost anything he did to her at this juncture excited her!

“Shoot it in me, lover!” she begged, her huge dangling tits pouring sweat, her nails raking the mattress beneath her, her eyes gushing tears of maddened passion. Even the sound of her own obscene words excited her, fired her lust. “Gimme your come oh honey! AAAAH yessss, deep, hot, beautifull!”

Clenching his jaw and groaning, Jack felt a thick knot of jism boil up in his loins and race though his pistoning rod, spurting into her bowels in hot torrents. He fucked her in a final series of savage thrusts, battering deep and hard, thrusting into her soft hot bowels to the hilt. He climbed off with a long sigh. Jesus, what a wild ass! Now he’d have to lie to Sally, claim that Carol had screamed for mercy and wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week, that he almost had to call an ambulance for her. And Sally, that sharp bitch, could in some uncanny way, always tell when he was lying to her.