Mark Carver: The naked deal

"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."