Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

He went over to the bed. There was a bowl of candy kisses on the bedside table. Her eyes blazing on his, Sally slowly unwrapped one and parted her thighs wide. She daintily inserted it deeply into her silken cunt.

“Now go get it,” she told him ominously. “And don’t come up for air until it’s melted, buster.”

He crawled between her soft thighs and began eating her hot pussy, grateful for the time to get his cock up. Sally gripped his head very tightly in her hands, locked her burning thighs savagely to his cheeks and began fucking his mouth with furious thrusts, of her hips, with rising groans of lust, feeling his tongue lash deep.

“Eat it, you sonofabitch!” she cried, rage mingling with her orgasm. “Eat my cunt, you two-timing prick! AAAAAH! Harder, lick it, suck it, kiss it, deeper, MMMMM!”

He was suffocating now, his face crushed against her boiling crotch, his head in a mortal lock between her searing thighs. Christ, he never knew these beautiful sexy legs had such incredible strength! With maniacal fury her savage thighs and her strong hands were holding his head in a vise. He knew he could strangle him with her crazed cunt — she could really kill him like this. And he couldn’t even put up much of a struggle because he’d been fucked half to death by the blonde. Died in battle, killed by a vengeful cunt!

He was having serious trouble breathing, her thrashing slippery cunt-flesh smearing all over his face. He knew his best chance was to make her come a wildly and quickly as he could. He sucked desperately on her swollen clit-bud and probed for her asshole, finding it with a middle finger and he thrust in deeply and wriggled it around, knowing that it got her off.

“Yesss! You cuntsucking two-timing snake, yesss! UUULJUUUNGH! Eat your heart out, bastard! OOOOOH!”

And he ate, he sucked for his life, lapping and tonguing and frantically wishing his tongue were three inches longer, because in her delirious rage she didn’t realize her terrifying strength, especially in her moist thighs. He was beginning to flag from the booze and the screwing and, above all, the nerve-shattering tension at the casino, and he felt like a drowning man must feel, resigning himself to the brutal hand of God, smothered in a valley of crazed pussy-flesh.

She released him, parting her thighs. Jack slowly sat up, his breath rasping in great heaves for air.

“Now fuck!” Sally commanded. She turned over on her belly and folded her knees under herself, with her gorgeous naked ass hovering in the air. “Fuck me dog-style, because I don’t want to see your face. FUCK!”

Wearily, he knelt upright behind her lush ass, those velvety mounds that had turned him on so delightfully in the past now bringing a wave of nausea to his stomach. He was about to tell her he wasn’t even stiff yet, just valiantly quivering, but he knew it was useless. He dipped two fingers into her luscious slit and finger-fucked her for a minute, shoving his thumb into her puckered asshole to divert her.

“Unnnnnf!” she panted, swinging her hips in response and clasping his fingers greedily. “Use your… aaaah! You use your prick, damnit!”

Jack was relieved as he saw it was hard, but it was a painful, forced hard-on, the kind squares complained about at the end of a two-week honeymoon. Some fucking honeymoon! He slipped his fingers out of her tight pussy — he often wondered how she kept it so tight after all the action it had seen — and slid his meat in, wincing as she gripped it fiercely between her walls.

He began fucking her with weary strokes, oblivious to the juicy heat and slippery hot thrills at first but if Sally had her flaws — like a slight touch of raving insane jealousy — she was still the greatest piece of ass in the world, and his huge prick responded with a will of its own, plunging faster and faster into her luscious slit.

“Oh hit, Sal, you’re still… UNH! You’re still the wildest, baby! OOOOO, your beautiful cunt! MMMMM!”

And it was beautiful, throbbing and twisting and shuddering expertly as Sally worked it to feel his massive dick in every nook and cranny of her tingling cunt, climaxing in spite of her rage, slamming her naked ass back with a loud slap each time he plunged.

“Oh God, you bastard,” she panted, “I hate you but oh Jesus how I love that prick! Ooooo, Jack, honey, I’m… I’m getting my rocks off, aaaaagh! Oh crazy cock!”

Fucking was what held them welded so securely together in spite of vicious fights and screwing around and constant bickering. They got off on each other, loved to fuck each other above anyone and everyone else, a strange perfect chemical bond, a marriage of lust. Deep inside her Sally knew she really loved the treacherous bastard and that in his grasping, endlessly hustling way he loved her, a profound sexual love that bypassed everything else.

They came together and afterward Jack staggered to the dresser, got the bottle of gin and collapsed on the bed with it.

“How much have we got now?” she asked him. The melted candy kiss felt sticky and pleasurable deep in her pussy, where his cock had forced it.

He told her. She nodded, feeling the urge to get out now, feeling that something would go drastically wrong. Just nerves, she told herself. She too was becoming hooked on the terrific ease with which they took bundles of fifties and hundreds every night. At first she’d insisted on keeping her own earnings in her own motel room, just in case he did try to double-cross her. But some perverse feminine instinct inside her, alien to her hardness, gave in to his arguments. It was her way of showing him that no matter what he did they were welded together, that in a showdown she would trust him. So each night she passed him her take.

Besides, he knew what would happen if he did double-cross her.

He rested and swilled gin for another hour and then left for the casino. Oh God, his cock was killing him, throbbing with raw hurt, his bones sore everywhere. They were sucking him literally dry of his juices. He felt close to a wheelchair, growing suddenly old thirty years before his time. They didn’t just fuck him, he thought angrily, they were wolves sucking at his blood, demanding his jism on schedule, raping his poor rod with mad fingers and lips and pussies, even in his sleep. A man couldn’t rest for all this crazy cunt. He’d almost been strangled by one a little while go, literally smothered to death by an insane pussy.

Jack stumbled down the street to the casino, exhausted, his mind whirling, his muscles aching, only the liquor holding him up. He felt as if there were a bleeding mass of tissue, a festering wound where his loins used to be.

This, he decided as he blinked his eyes in the harsh bright sunlight, must be the hell they were talking about in the bible. When he went to hell — and he wasn’t kidding himself about the outcome — shit, you couldn’t con forever — he would be greeted by a squirming sea of crazed cunt, smearing his face, clawing at his cock, strangling him with no rest, viciously sucking his come out of his balls and the marrow out of his bones and the brain out of his skull. Pink hot ravenous pussy everywhere, grinding up his meat, and his body into soggy mush.

Maybe, Jack thought as he swung open the doors and went into the air-conditioned casino, the… Devil was gay and he’d get a break…

And that was just the beginning of Day Three.

To Be Continued..