There was a humid blanket of heat in the cheap motel room that left the naked couple on the bed in a seething, dangerous mood. It was an unusually hot summer day in Omaha, and without air-conditioning it could be pure torture.
They lay side by side watching the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. The man was powerfully built and handsome, with sleek good looks. There was a hint of cruelty around his mouth. The woman had a hard face that had seen too much of the harsh side of life, but her body was classically beautiful, with velvety skin and high, perfectly rounded tits, and a curved ass that made eyes turn after her on the street with naked hunger.
"Just one," Sally said to her husband pleadingly. "Come on, honey, just one Goddamn quickie." She put her hand on his long limp prick and hugged it lovingly as she began to stroke it with passion.
"Lay off," Jack told her irritably. "You've gotta leave in ten minutes anyway, so get up and get your hot ass dressed."
Sally sat up, biting her lip. It was too hot to get laid anyway. She just wanted some reassurance. After all, he was her husband and he was screwing that fat-assed blonde right in their bed, and Goddamnit, in spite of the blonde's overripe tits and dumb expression, she'd be hell on wheels if she ever lost weight and got sharp with clothes and makeup.
"How is she?" Sally asked anxiously. "In the sack, I mean. She looks clumsy, like a cow."
Jack grinned up at his wife, a dazzling, charming grin any woman would be a complete idiot to trust. There were a great many complete idiots around.
"You'd be surprised," he told her softly. "That country pussy ain't nothin' to knock, believe me. Nice and tight and juicy, not as clumsy as you'd think."
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Sally hissed her beautiful naked tits heaving with anger. "I know you have to screw her but do you have to make a fucking production out of it? It's business! Just like when I…"
Her voice trailed off and she looked away, her face burning.
"Like when you were hooking when I met you," Jack finished dryly. "And still do, when we need bread." He sat up, his muscles rippling smoothly, and glanced at his watch. "Let's cut the crap out, Sally. She's due soon. We've got to be packed and ready to leave this dump by morning. Remember, we've got a tight schedule for the next two weeks."
Suddenly the brunette stood up. She watched her husband as she slipped on her clothes. There were times when she hated the handsome bastard more than she loved him, but after all, tonight would be the last night he'd romp in the sack with that corn-fed farmer's daughter. Then it was off to Reno. And then, after a few tense harrowing days of furious action, it would be off to Acapulco, Hawaii… wherever a hundred thousand in cash would take them. The plan was perfect, a masterpiece of flawless, cunning thinking, just like Jack himself. And that silly blonde cow would be left hanging, jilted at the church, just like the famous song. The thought brought a vengeful laugh to Sally's ripe mouth.
"I'd love to see the look on her face a couple of weeks from now," Sally said, zipping up her dress. "Fat, moon-faced bitch waiting desperately for the handsome bridegroom, while the truth hits her like a sledgehammer."
"Don't rub it in," he said sharply. "I don't mind being a bastard once in a while, but let's keep it pure business. There's too much money involved here for any of that jealousy crap."
"You love being a bastard," Sally whispered, leaning down to kiss him goodbye. She brought her lips quickly down to his long rod and licked it lasciviously, feeling it quiver in response. She shivered. "Save some of this good stuff for your wife tonight. Okay, honey? Remember, I'll be out picking up a few bucks for us in the meantime."
"You do your job, I'll do mine," Jack said. "Now split."
In the doorway, Sally paused to stare at him. She hated having to hook again, to sell her lush body, but they really needed the money this time, for the gambling stake. Still, she couldn't control the jealousy seething in her blood.
"Just do me one favor, will you?" she told him sharply. "Just before you split with her to the warehouse, fuck her one more time. In the ass! And shove home every hot long inch, Jack, for me."
She went out the door with a slam.
"Oh God," Carol Shaw moaned ten minutes later, trembling wildly from head to toe as she flung herself passionately on Jack's naked body. "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly aroused!" She began smothering him with kisses, the fierce tingle in her cunt spreading rapidly outward through her loins like a prairie fire. The sight of his muscled naked body and huge cock triggered a violent lust in her. "Missed you," she moaned, squirming her soaked cunt frantically to his rising cock. "Went crazy thinking about you, honey, oh, Jack when we getting married?"
Her pussy was throbbing and sucking madly now, soaking her panties as Jack slid his hands up beneath her dress and squeezed her asscheeks. And in spite of her suffocating kisses, his prick was hot and ready now, urgently pounding. The blonde was sobbing and shuddering as if she were coming already. She crushed her swollen tits feverishly into his chest and rubbed her hands deliriously over his broad shoulders.
"It's too hot and sticky this way," Jack rasped. "Let's take a shower, Carol."
"Yes! Oh Jack, give it to me in the shower!"
He couldn't repress a grin as she climbed off his naked body and unzipped her dress, her huge tit-mounds heaving, her blue eyes blazing as they honed in on his long red cock and swollen balls. She still hadn't worked up the nerve to use the word fuck, he thought dryly. And again he was amazed at the change in her when she unpinned her long blonde hair, took off her thick glasses – the lenses were practically binoculars – and stripped naked.
Carol Shaw was a farmer's daughter, with a rosy complexion, sun-bleached hair and twenty pounds of smooth baby fat still clinging to her flesh. She didn't look her twenty-nine years at all. Her massive creamy breasts thrust out in pink-tipped mounds, sloping down to a surprisingly narrow waist, plump hips and smooth silky thighs. Her curly golden nest of cunt-hairs was drenched with her hot juices, and Carol trembled fiercely as Jack got off the bed and guided her to the shower by stroking her heavily curved ass and pushing gently. She grabbed his surging rod in her warm fist as they stood outside the shower while he adjusted the spray.
"This is my first time in the shower, darling," she whispered, licking her lips. She thrilled at his immense hot prick throbbing in her fingers. "My first time!"
"We'll have plenty of 'em, baby," he said smoothly, grinning his easy smile down at her. Poor kid, he thought, if she only knew…
They stepped inside, under the cool spray and Jack picked up a bar of soap and began sudsing her heaving tits as she faced him. He gently rolled the fat nipples in his fingers until she threw her head back and shuddered and moaned. She clung to his long cock with both hands now, jerking and stroking, teasing her trembling cuntlips with delicious thrills. She screamed softly as his fingers dipped down and rubbed soap over her pussy-flesh, darting inside the juicy heat for a moment to tease her.
"Oh Jack! Jack! I could come right now, honey ooohh!"
She's so hot she's ready to explode, he thought. Christ, what a difference the last few days have made in hr appearance! She would be fabulous if she lost a few pounds and threw her ugly glasses away – a stunner in fact. His wife was right for being jealous. And Carol wasn't really dumb at all just a naive girl, a simple mind and heart – and a fantastically juicy hot cunt.
With a deep moan, Carol suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him and rammed four inches of his burning prick into her mouth. She began sucking in a frenzy of uncontrolled excitement, battering her throat with his boiling knob, jerking his rod in her fist, aching for the taste of his gushing jism. Groaning, Jack cupped her head in his hands and began fucking her in the mouth under the cool spray. She was wasting her time trying to make him come in her mouth, because his stamina was his best point. He could screw for an hour if he really wanted to, letting a woman come again and again until she was heaving deliriously and screaming her lungs out. No matter what they all said about that bullshit called love, he thought sarcastically, it all boiled down to a big stiff cock that pounded in their sucking pussies until they fainted with joy. Then after they came a dozen times in a row they got all mushy-eyed and called it love, because their cunts were tingling with so much happiness they didn't know what else to call it.
"Ahhh, that's good, Carol, hey, that's good, honey!" he gasped, clutching her head firmly as he fucked her wildly whipping lips to a steady rhythm. She was crying and jerking his cock furiously in her hunger for his cream, but all she was really accomplishing was exciting herself to a frenzied pitch. What the hell, Jack thought, let the poor kid enjoy herself while she could. After tonight, she'd have nothing but memories anyway.
Actually, she was giving him a fairly good blowjob. Nothing to compare with his own wife's expert and experienced mouth, but she got an A for sheer effort. She was learning a few tricks now too, whirling her long tongue around the head of his big dick, ripping her teeth gently along the surface of his meat, carefully squeezing his balls as she'd sucked. Jack had had so many girls and women lavish eager blowjobs on him, he was beyond being impressed. But it was his own wife, Sally, who could give him the most artistic, diabolically thrilling blowjob in creation. She was also the hottest, wildest piece he'd ever had, working her searing cunt on his long prick like blazing velvet glove – wheedling, coaxing, sucking his jism out of him faster than any woman ever had. It was really the only reason he'd married Sally. That, plus the fact that she supported him with her sexy body when times got tough – or when Jack got lazy, which was all too often.
But his plan would fix all that, once and for all. No more hustling for either of them after this caper. Easy Street was just around the corner, and the thought so cheered him he almost felt like giving the blonde on her knees before him a break and shooting off in her anxious hot mouth. Jesus, she really wanted it now! She was moaning fiercely and sucking his huge rod in a fury of lust, bobbing her head up and down, then whipping it from side to side, using her tongue like a whip of mad passion on his knob. But then the cold business part of him took over and he decided to hell with that kind of generosity. In the first place, he had to keep his wife satisfied and if she didn't get it twice a day, in either her mouth, pussy or ass, she became frantic. And in order to ensure that the blonde kept her mouth shut for the next two crucial weeks he would have to fuck her until she was raving with happiness, which meant two solid hours right there.
So he might as well get started now.
He tugged at her armpits. "Come on, Carol – stand, honey. Gonna give it to you where it really feels wild, baby. Come on – hey, come on, for Chrissake!"
She clung to his prick with her mouth as if it were the last one in the world, but he finally managed to get her to stand up. He whirled her around so she was facing the tiled shower wall. He had to remind himself in his furious impatience that even though she was twenty-nine she didn't know a Goddamn thing about screwing. In fact, he'd just gotten her cherry two days ago, which was at least half the reason she was so crazy about him now. And why she was willing to do what had to be done tonight for the caper.
"Okay, put your hands up against the wall like this," Jack showed her. He positioned her as if she were going to be frisked by the cops. Christ only knew he had been in that position often enough, and not for a good solid fuck either – at least not this kind.
"Now spread your legs apart, Carol and stick your beautiful ass out. That's right, honey. Now hang on."
Trembling from head to toe with the hottest excitement she'd ever felt, Carol waited, holding her breath, tears of joy stinging her eyes. Lord, how he thrilled her! The first time he fucked her, she was absolutely terrified, a shy, clumsy virgin of twenty-nine – an old maid without a hope. And then after the burning pain, the first profound thrill, then an orgasm exploding in her loins like a million stars shooting off in an incredible burst of ecstasy. And then again and again and again, his powerful hot prick had driven deeply and savagely, until she thought she was dying of obscene happiness, her juices gushing in great spasms of wet fire, her naked white body heaving and jerking and twisting in a frenzy.
Now the searing head of his dick brushed her eager cuntlips and she gasped. Then five inches slid into her waiting pussy from behind, a boiling mass of sex-heat that sent jolts of passion tearing through her nerves with shattering impact. Crying, Carol twisted her head around and began biting Jack on the lips, rubbing and squirming her slippery as against his groin each time he slammed his blazing rod deep inside her.
For the first time in her dreary life, Carol Shaw had discovered sex and she was magically transformed, inside and out. At twenty-nine, shy, overweight, blue-eyed and awkward Carol had secretly resigned herself to a lifetime of dull monotony. She despaired of ever getting married – or for that matter of ever losing her virginity – until she'd met Jack a few days ago. Strangely, there was nothing really wrong with Carol's looks, aside from a few extra pounds. It was all on her tits and ass and thighs, and could be taken off easily. Her thick glasses and those shapeless dresses also contributed to her homeliness.
It had all begun like a storybook romance, like one of those silly novels Carol read on her lunch hour at work while the other girls looked at her with pity and scorn. They called her the Cornfed Wallflower behind her back, but Carol was used to it. Then a handsome stranger had spilled his coffee on her dress at a cafe while she was on her lunch hour, and alter he profusely apologized he insisted on taking her to dinner. Nervous and clumsy around men, Carol had been almost hysterical at first, but she found herself being talked into it. And the rest was like a dream – her first magnificent, thrilling and unforgettable fuck, the endless climaxes, his hard, massive prick and charming smile, his easy laugh and smooth talk. And then, to the country girl's utter amazement, his proposal of marriage.
From the first day she could remember, Carol's stern parents had been warning her about the hellfire and damnation of sex, the Wages of Filth, as they put it. Driving home the point day after day, year after year, the blonde grew up from a shy, lovely young girl into a deeply frustrated and confused young woman who ran away terrified from the mere prospect of a date with a man. Carol's parents were farmers who'd struggled against the hard rocky earth with barely a survival to show for it, and being deeply religious they soon became convinced God was punishing them for that night. That night, terrible as it was, was the night Carol's father came home drunk and forced her mother to perform a horrible depraved act. Soon after, their crop of sparse wheat burned up with dust, their tractor broke down, Jason Shaw got severe hemorrhoids that kept him from ever plowing the fields much less his wife, and all hell descended upon their lives.
Convinced they were being punished by a vicious, unrelenting God for that awful act of depravity, in their ignorance they turned on their only daughter, Carol, and turned her innocent young life into a living hell, where the mere word sex was brutally punished with a whipping delivered by her father's thick leather belt. It was only natural that Carol, instead of blossoming into radiant passion, became a terrified wallflower who secretly felt her ripe young body was ugly and sinful, and that sex was an invention of the Filthy Devil himself. And all because of a very sloppy blowjob, demanded by a very drunken farmer one Saturday night. And, coincidentally, because of a dust storm that ruined the crop that year and a case of hemorrhoids that came from a sweating ass on a tractor.
Carol knew the other girls at the office made fun of her behind her back. Frustrated, healthy sex urges have a bizarre way of twisting minds, and if the plump blond acted clumsy and found it impossible to even look into a man's eyes, she thought it was because something was seriously wrong with her. She thought it was because she was dumpy and awkward and unattractive to men, but the truth was much simpler. She simply needed a good healthy fuck. One thorough, savage and totally thrilling fuck would blossom her healthy young body and open her eyes to a whole new world, a world of delicious, glowing tingles and violent strokes and incredibly exciting explosions in her tight cunt. And if it hadn't been for the wonderful, handsome stranger she'd just met, Carol Shaw might have spent her entire life as a drab bookkeeper for the Apex Supply Company in Omaha, Nebraska, not even having the courage to finger-fuck herself.
"Oh God, oh Jack, Lord, ooooh! Unnnnnnngh!" Carol screamed now as his blazing prick rammed deep into her frenzied hot cunt to spark her first orgasm. She wriggled her creamy ass furiously and her pussy sucked at his throbbing meat in a fever of joy as the shower sprayed them both. Carol reared back her head and hissed, and jerked her cunt madly for a few moments as the sex-explosion rippled through her naked flesh. Then with a low moan she went back to swinging her big hips feverishly, wallowing in her newly discovered lust, her entire being concentrated on the massive prick pounding inside her tight, fiery pussy.
In a few weeks the blonde would leave the Apex Supply Company forever. No more dreary bookkeeping, but long wild days and nights of delicious hot fucking with Jack, of endless adventures in bed, and on the floor and in the shower and everywhere, Carol thought with tears of hot bliss in her eyes. Her cunt was throbbing and surging with ecstasy as Jack's stiff rod pounded deeply and powerfully in her silken tightness. She'd spent eight long years of her life at the Apex Supply Company, but she wouldn't miss it for a second. The company had been in business for more than thirty years and now employed more than forty people. Their major customers were centered in the State of Nevada. Apex supplied a large variety of gambling equipment, including dice, roulette wheels, keno equipment, crap and poker tables, and especially decks of cards in great batches. These were used up very quickly by the casinos, their supplies needing replenishment daily.
The decks Apex supplied were each imprinted on their backs with the individual names and emblems of the casinos. To ensure tight security and no possible hanky-panky, a guard was maintained on the premises of Apex twenty-four hours a day. In addition, each case of cards that left for shipping was sealed and stamped with Apex's special seat. The seal was so intricately designed that it was almost impossible to counterfit. Thus, Apex maintained its valued reputation with the casinos and insured integrity for all.
Until, that is, their chief bookkeeper lost her succulent cherry one night to a handsome, sexy stranger.
"Aaaaaaa!" Carol wailed now, grinding her creamy wet ass madly to Jack's bushy crotch as another shattering orgasm shot through her boiling loins. "Oh God Jack! Ooooooo! Your big prick, uuunnnngh! Darling, come,pleeeeaaase come with ungh! Eeeeeeee! Pussy going crazy… ohohohoh!"
Gritting his teeth, Jack continued his relentless fucking, playing with her heaving tits all the while. Damned if her juicy little cunt wasn't getting to him! She was whipping and thrashing her slippery crack furiously on his rod now, sending sharp tingles of excitement up his spine. And each time he pumped forward, she rubbed her big soaked asscheeks against his crotch, teasing the fierce knot of jism in his loins. Jesus, he'd have to fuck her in her gorgeous ass before he was through with her or go crazy thinking about it – and her luscious tits too, if he had the time. Everywhere if he had the time.
"Hey, wow, shit!" Jack suddenly gasped, realizing he was losing his tight control. Her pussy was a wild sucking machine, squirming on his big cock with a lustful fury all its own, juicy and boiling and electrifying as it hugged and squeezed and whipped its slippery silken heat. "Hey Carol mmmmmmm! Shit, honey oh! G-Goddamn that's good! Mmmmmm! Cunt! Hey, baby, your cunt is… wheeeeeeew! F-fantastic!"
Words like those had always filled the blonde with a secret shudder of revulsion, whenever and wherever she'd heard them. They were dirty, like sex. Only now that she'd discovered the profound and unforgettable thrills of sex, and coming from the man she loved so wildly, they sparked her lust to an intense pitch.
"Yeesss! Oh Jack fuck me, darling, love your prick! OOooow love fucking you aaaaagh! Shoot it in, gimme your come, going crazy EEEEE! Gimme your hot cum!"
With a shuddering spasm, her luscious tight cunt gripped his pounding rod. Jack felt the final shred of his control slip away. Now he fucked her brutally, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder, ramming as deep into her burning slit as he could, squeezing her hot wet tits lustfully in his fingers as his cream burst out in long, violent spurts.
"G-g-god!" Carol screamed, wriggling with frantic bliss as the boiling jism stung her madly throbbing cunt. "N-N-Never stop fucking me Jack! Ooooh, I love your prick, oh honey, honey fuck me everywhere tonight! E-Everywhere!"
For a solid minute Jack gushed into her blazing pussy while he slid one hand down to rub his finger against her swollen silk-bud. Again she screamed and shuddered in convulsions, hugging his bursting rod so tightly in her molten slit he winced in pain. He'd long ago learned his sleek, handsome looks weren't enough to really lock up a woman. There were plenty of good-looking hustlers around. You had to back it up with proof, with a thorough, passionately fulfilling fuck. And if he'd ever had a victim locked up securely, it was the blonde bookkeeper for the gambling supply company. And that's why she was going to put the guard out for a couple of hours tonight. And let him into the warehouse, just long enough for the execution of the first step in his plan.
Finally, he sagged against her trembling flesh, his prick limp, his chest heaving for breath. He was furious with himself for losing control like that. Not that he couldn't get it up again for her – hell, he could get it up five times a day when it came to business, especially where money like this was concerned – but because he'd let a country hick like this blonde shatter his precious control.
And he couldn't help it because her cunt was so Goddamned hot and juicy and wild and eager, like a teenage. And why not? She'd only lost her cherry to him a couple of days ago. It was a point of pride with Jack that he had to outdo every other stud in the world, and the prospect of ruffling Carol for any other man she might meet drove him to give her the fuck of her life. It never occurred to the sleek hustler that he might push his point too far, and that his sex-prowess might boomerang on him with devastating results.
They dried each other down and went back to the stuffy bedroom. Jack sprawled back on the bed with a cigarette while Carol leaned on her elbow next to him, staring down into his eyes intensely. He stirred uneasily. Sometimes she gave him the creeps when she looked at him like that, her eyes shining on him with such fierce passion, like she would eat him alive if he dozed off. Hell, he'd had chicks crazy about him before, but there were depths in the gleaming blue eyes of this one that sent faint prickles of fear tripping up his spine. Jack knew from bitter experience that you could get a woman so crazy about you, they went crazy period. His wife was like that. So was this one, only more so, because she'd just lost her cherry to him after a lifetime of frustration.
"Why can't I come with you to Reno?" Carol asked him softly.
He held his temper in. "Goddamnit, I told you, angel, because I have to do this alone. That's no place for you. You do exactly as I tell you, stay with Apex until I send for you. Then we'll get married, honeymoon in Acapulco, and be on Easy Street for a hell of a long time."
"Two weeks is such a terribly long time, Jack," she whispered, stroking his soft cock with loving hot fingers. "I'd go crazy without you, if I didn't know we were going to be married soon. It's all so… so strange, like a story in a book. Sometimes I think I'm dreaming, Jack."
There was that weird look in her eyes again, he thought with a faint shiver. Jesus, was he glad he wasn't going to be around Omaha two weeks from now! She looked as if she were about to smother him with kisses again, so he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and pushed her gently back on the bed. Maybe if he ate her lust-crazed pussy for a while she'd shut up. They still had two hours to kill, so he might as well give her something to remember him by. It would be a brand new thrill for her anyway, so he might as well give her a head-job she wouldn't forget.
"Oooooh, Jack," she moaned happily as be began by sucking on her milk-white tits. He clutched a heavy, silken mound in his fingers and worked his mouth on the engorged nipple, teasing it with his teeth until she was gasping. Then he kissed and sucked the other hot tit, until Carol's cunt was pulsating feverishly, oozing her honey in gushes.
"Mmmm, nmmm," she sobbed, spreading her drenched thighs wide as he worked his mouth down over her softly rounded belly. Carol closed her eyes tightly and waited, holding her breath. She didn't really know what to expect. When she went down on his massive rod it excited her tremendously, so he assumed he was doing it to excite himself. Such was her innocence even at twenty-nine.
Jack paused between her creamy thighs. He grasped a silky asscheek in each hand and lifted her ass off the mattress. Her pussy looked juicy and delectable, the tiny pink cuntlips throbbing before his eyes, her heavy ass weaving impatiently in his hands. He blew a gentle cooling breeze on her steaming pussy and Carol sobbed.
It was at that fateful moment Jack had a sudden premonition he shouldn't eat her, a stirring of alarm in the back of his mind. She was already crazy about him. Hell, he'd fucked her so thoroughly she was already hooked on him like a parasite, so why bait her any further? Experience had taught the hustler that once you really ate a woman's pussy out when she was hung up on you, you could be asking for deep trouble.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! He remembered.
"Oh Jack, Jack, I'm so hot, honey! Oh please do something quick, I'm burning up I'munnnh? Unnnng? Aaaargh! Oh! God! Oh Jeeeeesus b-b-beautiful! Eeeee!"
The wildest, most ferociously thrilling fire shot up Carol's succulent crack the moment Jack whipped his tongue into her blazing cunt, a sensation so breathtaking and shattering the blonde could only arch her back and scream. She shook her head from side to side as tears gushed from her eyes, her heels digging fiercely into the mattress. She sank her sharp fingernails into his shoulders and slammed her stinging slit furiously to his devouring mouth, her screams becoming louder and longer with each devastating thrill.
"C-comniming! Jack, oh Jesus! Whooooo! Urn! Eat meeeeeee! I love it, love you, waaaaah!"
Not bad, he thought as he sucked and lapped at her sweet hot cunt not bad at all. He'd had more than his share of frenzied pussies churning with soaked lust against his lips and tongue, and he had to admit she rated with the juiciest – certainly tastier and more delicious than his wife's boiling slit. But then Sally had been around, to put it mildly, and anyway she more than made up for it when she gave him a blow-job.
"H-h-heavennnnn!" Carol wailed, another violent orgasm rippling through her exploding loins. She hadn't just discovered sex in the past two days, she'd unlocked a tremendous volcano of passion. Her skin was on fire from the tips of her huge swollen tits to her curled toes and each new climax sang in her blood with blissful fury.
"Unnngh… You too!" she screamed, clawing at his shoulders wildly. "Wanna eat you! Whoooo! You too, ummmmm, argh!"
Jack shifted his body around with his mouth still worked at her madly sucking cunt. He hunched his poised prick over her mouth and instantly Carol seized his hips and pulled them down, ramming as much of his burning meat into her frantic mouth as she could get. 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.
Moaning and still undulating her ass on the bed, Carol cried heavy tears of pain and ecstasy while his cum trickled deeply into her ass, tickling and stinging at the same time. Well, if that was supposed to be an act of perversion, she couldn't care less! Anything Jack did to her was beautiful – as long as they got married. Marriage to this handsome, charming stranger was her wildest dream come true, her sole reason for breathing now, and her simple mind clung to that fact ferociously.
And very, very dangerously. Glancing at his watch, Jack was suddenly cold and crisp. "Come on, Carol, let's move it. It's time to go."
Slowly she got off the bed, her mind dazed, and she dressed. When they were ready to leave, she hugged him and stared into his eyes fiercely.
"I wouldn't do this for any man in the world except you, Jack," she whispered. Her intensity sent cold shivers up his spine. He'd always had unerringly sharp instincts about women – what turned them on, what made them cling, how to get rid of them without losing his life or his precious dick. But this one frightened him, she was too fucking intense.
"Then let's do it," he said abruptly. They left.
The night watchman at the Apex Supply Company took another bite of his crunchy-chewy peanut butter sandwich, hoping his dentures would hold out, and turned to the next page of his pin-up magazine. He leaned back in his chair with his legs propped up on his desk, his eyes bulging on a set of watermelon-sized tits. His wife Martha had tits almost as big as that when he married her fifteen years ago. Now they damn near hung to her knees, for Chrissake. Pussy loose and flabby, ass like an albino elephant, didn't even want to give head no more.
If he had to do it all over again he'd many some skinny little bitch and fatten her up, because it was a hell of a sight easier to put it on than to take it off. He heard movement in the front office and he quickly flung the magazine and his sandwich aside and got up, his hand resting on his gun-butt. He knew damn well it had to be someone working late, because nothing ever happened around here, but still he felt heroic and fearful as he crept forward and peered through the glass partition.
Then, smiling, he went on into the office. "Hi, Carol," he said, furtively eyeing her ripe tits. Now those would never sag to her knees, lucky girl. "Workin' late, huh, honey?"
She smiled nervously at him, fussing with the coffeepot, "Going over the books for an error, Harry. You go back to your desk and your reading. I'll bring you a fresh cup of coffee, okay?"
"Well, that's really nice of you, Carol – sure is," he grinned feeling a twinge in his cock. She'd always been nice to him when she worked late, and occasionally Harry jacked off thinking about the plump blonde, feeling an awful guilt later – especially when he'd fucked her in her lush breasts. You just didn't do things like that to a nice girl like Carol.
Five minutes later she brought him a cup of steaming coffee and went back to the office. Harry sipped it gratefully, turning the page to a loose-lipped brunette who winked at him while she wiggled one tit in her hand. Nice-lookin' dish like that probably had six, seven steady boyfriends, couldn't get enough of that hot stuff. Probably drove a man half-crazy with her sultry mouth.
If Harry, in his rustic innocence, had known the truth about the sexy brunette – that she sucked off other female models at every opportunity, on the floor of her publisher's office while he avidly watched, in front of the photographer, in the ladies' toilet, eating them out until they fainted, blowing them with such ferocity and lust she was known in the trade as Mad Mouth – he would have flung the magazine away with shock and disgust.
As it was, he was asleep ten minutes later, gently snoring. The four Nembutal Carol had mixed in his coffee knocked him out for the next few hours. Carol unlocked the side door to the warehouse. She watched in nervous silence as Jack removed three large cardboard cases from the trunk of his Ford. He lugged them, one by one, into the warehouse and onto the shipping desk. She helped him unload the decks of cards, each wrapped and sealed like a fresh deck. She knew better than to ask questions, especially when she already knew the answers. They were duplicates of cards used by the Green Wheel in Reno, a steady custom of Apex. They were marked, probably with very subtle marks almost impossible to detect. It would be a simple matter to get a shrink-wrap machine to seal the cards, but she couldn't guess where he'd originally gotten them. And she didn't dare ask.
Next she helped him unload the three cartons of cards ready for shipping to the Green Wheel tomorrow, which he put in his original boxes. Together, still in silence with their breathing rasping loudly in the huge warehouse, they filled up the original shipping cartons with Jack's decks. Then he watched her tensely as she worked the Apex sealing machine on the cartons. He lugged them back to their original position near the shipping desk.
"They'll go out early in the morning," she said in a low voice. Tears filled her eyes when she realized she wouldn't see him for two whole weeks. She suddenly hugged him desperately.
"Don't do it, Jack, please!" she begged. Gently but firmly he disengaged her arms, his eyes icy with purpose.
"I gotta go," he said. "Wait for me, Carol. I'll send for you, but wait for me! Understand?"
She wiped her cheeks and nodded eagerly. "I'll wait, Jack, I swear I will. Be careful, please be careful!"
He grinned his easy charming grin and she watched him lug the original decks of cards to the trunk of his car. When he was in the driver's seat, she poked her head in the window and kissed him furiously and with all her passion.
"I love you so much I'm almost crazy with it," she murmured.
"Wait or me," he said and then his Ford swiftly pulled away. Through the haze in her eyes, Carol Shaw watched her handsome thrilling lover disappear into the night, watched the bright red taillights recede and vanish.
Wait for me, he'd said. She stared into the night, a sudden breeze billowing her long blonde hair, drying the tears on her cheeks. His words began to burn themselves into her mind, etch themselves into her brain like trails of acid.
Wait for me.
She would fall asleep with those words on her lips every night like a prayer, wake to them every morning, chanting them in her mind, echoing them in her loneliness.
It was those three words which would guide her to her destiny, to her vengeance – a beautiful, icy, everlasting vengeance – and she felt curiously pure and like an angel a she stood in the night, whispering, "Wait for me."