It was after 7:00 A.M., but Gil Martin was yet to close his eyes. They'd gotten to bed around four and Jan had passed right out. She'd been pretty tight, as usual these days, stripping and letting her clothes fall where they might then tumbling naked into the sack. He doubted that she'd remember, but she'd made a wanton little ass of herself at the club, flitting from one male to another while she poured in the booze, until he'd become so damned irritated that he'd hustled her out of there; and all the way home she'd sung dirty songs to him, at the same time trying to get his fly open and his prick out of his pants.
"For Christ sakes, will you cut it out, Jan!" he'd snapped at her. "You want us to be stopped by the police…?"
"Ohhh, go on, Baby," she'd replied, giggling loosely, her beautiful face slack and numb-looking behind its drunken smile, her lovely dark eyes glazed and her upswept coiffeur a disheveled mess. "What little old policeman's gonna be dumb 'nough to stop us, eh…? Why… we're the social elite of Breynar… 'member, Honey… the Martins? B'sides… I just wanted to play with your li'l ol' peter… Nothin' wrong with that after sixteen years of wedded bliss is there…?"
Somehow, he'd managed to contain her, get her home and into the house, but not until she had slipped into a crying jag before she'd finally collapsed into bed. Christ, he hadn't realized until these last few days what a state things had reached in his family that meant everything to him. He'd even forgotten how much he loved her, and his precious twins, whom, he seldom even saw to speak to anymore. He'd been too Goddamned busy making money… too overwhelmed with what he'd figured was his good fortune at becoming Darrel Jenkins' protege, mistakenly believing that the money and worldly things he lavished on them were the real keys to happiness. What a stupid damned fool he'd been, and how well he knew it now that it was too late!
How in God's name could he ever have known that Jenkins was using him? The little gargoylish bastard! Had there been some sort of financial scheme in the back of the weirdo's perverted brain he might have seen through it; after all, finance was his business; but Darrel Jenkins was a millionaire many times over, as well as being Saguaro's Board Chairman, and when he'd given him the nod as Manager of the Breynar branch he'd jumped at the chance. Who wouldn't? From an obscure loan officer to top man of one of the concern's main houses was no small accomplishment… and all he had thought of was what it was going to mean to Jan and the twins.
The fact that Darrel Jenkins was a bachelor seemed no more than natural. At four feet eight or nine, chicken-breasted, bald, reckless and ugly-faced, one didn't associate him with the opposite sex, even in thought… and that had been his first mistake.
Jenkins had sprung the girls on him shortly after their first land deal together. But first the little man had invited him to dinner at his exclusive Phoenix apartment, and over fine, imported wine, explained the simplicity of making a substantial profit on a quick turnover of some desert land where he knew a shopping center was undoubtedly going to be constructed. Was Gil interested? Naturally, he had been… any fool would've been, but he had no money to invest…
"Hardly a problem," the monstrous little creature had replied, grinning at him. "A bit of manipulation at the bank… make yourself a loan."
"Without collateral?"
"You have collateral, Gil," he said evenly. "I'll sign your note…"
And he had! The profits in less than a month had been staggering! He'd bought the K Bar L with them, and then had followed more and more such investments, until he no longer felt it necessary for his benefactor's signature on his loans, even though he knew that without collateral they were illegal, or at the very least, could cost him his position if discovered. But confidence had come with success, and he'd never lost a dime on Darrel Jenkins' ventures. Besides, he didn't want the little man to know that his savings were next to nil… that somehow he'd managed to squander all the money he'd made on luxuries for his beloved family with whom he was seldom in attendance anymore. A businessman such as Darrel Jenkins might not approve… or he might lose faith in him, and he didn't want that to happen. Their new existence… their place in the social register of Breynar… had become too luxurious, too necessary to give up now…
"I have some friends coming to entertain us, Gil," Jenkins had said over a celebration dinner that night in his apartment.
"Oh…?" Gil had responded, smiling, but hardly hearing him. He'd been too engrossed with the fantastic profits his first land venture had brought him. Jan had been out of her mind with joy, and even the kids had seemed happy…
"Will you buy me a horse, Daddy?" his lovely Katie pleaded, coming over to drape her voluptuous young body onto him in the chair. God, she was so lovely, with hair the color of his own and eyes that could have been plucked from his skull. She was his daughter, all right, and he loved her… maybe too much… He couldn't deny to himself that in his most secret moments some wild and forbidden thoughts had rushed through his mind… nor was he at ease when she dropped onto his lap that way, her luscious behind squirming down delightfully onto his rod, her arm around his neck and her fantastic young breasts pressing against his chest. Christ, he was always afraid his prick was going to give a start…
"A horse… with a ranch to go with it!" he'd answered, shifting to relieve the swelling pressure she was causing.
"How about a new sports car, Dad?" Lee asked excitedly, dropping down beside his mother on the couch and slipping his arm around her neck affectionately.
"Sure… why not?"
"And maybe we can all take a trip down to Tucson and see our friends for a week or so," Jan had put in, as if reading the twins' thoughts.
"Yes, Daddy… that'd be super!" Katie chimed agreement.
"Well… we'll see," he'd answered, knowing that he wouldn't permit it… knowing that he didn't want her to have anymore to do with the Farnum boy… but not knowing why…?
"I-I wish you didn't have to leave tonight, Gil," Jan had said suddenly. "It seems like we should celebrate…"
"Darrel's expecting me…"
"Do you call him Darrel, Daddy?" Katie asked.
"Sure, why not? We're partners, Doll…"
"But he's a millionaire…!"
"And we're going to be, sweetheart… we're going to be… and you, your brother and mother are going to have everything your little hearts desire… How does that sound, Baby?"
"I-I don't know… Good, I guess…"
"Of course, it does, Angel. Of course, it does…!"
And it had… then, he had thought, but that was before Darrel Jenkins had told him of the friends he had coming to entertain them…
"… Friends? Who?" he'd questioned, noticing for the first time that the little deformed man across from him had a wide, even-teethed smile, and that his eyes, though small, were the color of agate. It had to be the wine, Gil decided subconsciously… the wine on top of the martinis. Then, he couldn't forget that he was now, all of a sudden, what might be considered a wealthy man… at least, he'd have no worries the rest of his life if he went on living with his family as he had the past sixteen years. What a fine sensation of security it gave him…!
"Girls," Darrel Jenkins answered his question. "What else? Or does it surprise you that an ogre like me would prefer the company of the female to all other animals?"
Gil laughed. It was a partially forced gesture, but superbly handled. He saw the gleam in the little man's eye searching his face almost rancorously. "Are you kidding… a bachelor like you? On top of that, you can't be more than a year older than I am…"
"Forty three."
"You don't look it…"
"That's because I'm deformed!" Jenkins spat, yet smiled, "People with warped bodies either look a hundred years old, like the monsters in movies, or resemble children, such as dwarfs. I'm neither one, Gilbert, as any of my girls will tell you! I have two fantastic things going for me… one is my money; the other… well, you'll see that before the night's over with…"
Gil had sat there and drank wine with him until he was damned near blurry-eyed, Jenkins' first explanatory words bouncing around in his mind above all others… and then, the girls had arrived.
Really, he'd hardly believed it was going to happen; then he'd looked up and the maid was letting them in. Immediately, they ran over to bend down over the man to shower him with hugs and kisses. Gil couldn't believe it! It wasn't as if they were ugly bitches; instead they were a long-haired brunette and redhead, no more than twenty, if that old, and dressed in expensive minis to show off their voluptuous bodies.
"Randi and Sara, Mr. Martin," Jenkins grinned and said. "They've just flown in from Las Vegas to fill our night with pleasure."
Gil stared up at them. Randi was the redhead, with breasts that seemed ready to burst the low-cut bodice of her expensive mini. She smiled beamingly at him. He looked from one to the other and nodded, feeling his shaft give a start at their mere facial loveliness.
Christ, what was supposed to happen here, anyway…?
"Can we get comfortable, Darling?" Sara questioned their host, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth once more.
"Naturally… go ahead…"
Gil watched them traipse off. The movements of Randi's buttocks beneath the tiny, snug skirt spurting his cock into a length of solid flesh. He tore his eyes from her and stared at Jenkins.
"What the hell's next?" he gasped.
"What would you think?" Darrel Jenkins answered, seemingly delighted with his little show. The maid came in then and said she was leaving. The little man nodded and she whisked silently out the door.
"N-Now look, Darrel… I'm a married man. I don't believe in whores…"
"Whores? Whores!" he spat, sitting up in his chair. "These girls are not whores, Mr. Martin! They're both once-married women who belong to an exclusive swap club that functions on an international basis! The fee to belong to this club per year is more than twice what you made today! If you knew the husbands of these girls you'd be aghast! They happened to be in Las Vegas because of a world convention of the group which I couldn't attend with our land deal pending… Now, I'd suggest you relax and enjoy sex that's more rare than the finest vintages of wine ever fermented!"
"But… but…?"
"But?"
Gil swallowed tightly. Christ, he didn't know what he was going to say! He was scared to death if anyone wanted to know the truth! Sex had never been his best sport; he couldn't even take care of his lovable Jan! When it came to making her cum, or really getting with it, he wasn't even a "paper" tiger! Oh, in the beginning he'd been pretty good, but Christ knows, in the last few years he was too off again, on again. Not that he hadn't wanted to, but his climax just overwhelmed him, and before he could get control of it he always let go, leaving her in the lurch…
Shit, he couldn't afford to do that with a girl like this… a married woman who knew all the secrets of sex… was probably married to someone like Richard Burton…! He didn't want any part of it anyway! He wanted to go home to Jan and the twins… to Jan especially, and kiss her…!
Randi came out first, still wearing her mini, but Christ, he didn't need a program to know that she didn't have a damned thing on beneath it! Her hose was gone and she had skin like satin! Her full, uninhibited breasts were quivering and jostling maddeningly inside the flimsy dress with every step she took… and she was walking right toward him.
"I'm with you, Darling," she said softly, coming up to the arm of his chair and reaching down to touch his shoulder with her soft hand. "Or… don't you like me…?"
"W-What…? D-Don't be silly! Of course, I like you!" he heard himself gulp as she turned around, sat onto the chair arm, then, slid down into his lap…
Darrel Jenkins laughed gutturally. Gil couldn't see him… he was too engrossed with the enchanting face smiling upward into his. Her swollen damp lips and her intoxicating breath were like the wine he'd been drinking… rare vintage. Her long-lashed green eyes looked hungrily up at him, and subconsciously, he sensed his eager hand moving toward her full, erect breast. He saw her tiny skirt falling back, revealing the enticing sight of her full soft thighs… maybe even a copperish wisp of cunt-hair! He swallowed tightly, all other thoughts obliterated from his brain suddenly, only the pink oval of her mouth and tongue between the even white teeth were real as he lowered his head and kissed her… kissed her… kissed her hungrily while his hand sought and kneaded the firm and resilient flesh of her full breast inside her dress…
"Squeeze them, Darling!" she whispered, secretly. "Squeeze them tight… I love to have my breasts squeezed and bit! Do you like to bite girl's breasts?"
Gil couldn't even speak! He tried, but nothing came! The sound and feel of her voice, the fragrance of her breath and the meaning of her words set his cock into a pounding hardness that left him breathless.
Her tits were unbelievable! So erect and full, with elongated nipples standing out a half-inch from the spherical flesh, hard like smooth marbles, and she began to squirm on top of him, her near-naked buttocks worming down onto his hardened shaft.
"C-Christ… let's get out of this room…!" he rasped.
"Yes, Darling… I'd like that," she whispered, continuing to undulate her full, rounded asscheeks in tiny lewd circles against his still growing cock. "It feels so nice and big pressed into my bottom; I want to see it and hold it… to kiss it and suck it for you…"
"Jesus Christ!" Gil gasped. He was thirty-eight years old, and he could never remember being so sensuously moved by the mere fescennine suggestion of forbidden sex, as he was at that moment. Not even his Jan had ever moved him like that!
She smiled warmly, and whispered again: "Will you kiss my pussy for me, Lover?"
"Damn! Just let me at it!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm… I'm going to love you, Darling… I just know it…" she murmured. "Come with me… I'll show you where…" Then, she got to her feet and had taken his hand…
… Suddenly, Jan made a little snoring sound beside him, bringing him back to the immediate. He looked over at her and drew the sheet up further to cover her lovely, naked breasts. God, she was so beautiful, and he loved her with all of his heart… she had to know that! They'd always enjoyed so many things together… Still, she'd made him feel so damned sexually inadequate their entire married life… never seeming to get enough no matter how long or hard he sweated over her… Yet, there'd been a time, just before they had left Tucson, that he'd felt certain they were reaching a new harmony, but since they'd moved to the ranch, whatever they had nearly discovered had flitted away from them.
Christ knows, his own drive was strong enough, and he doubted that hers had lessened one iota, but, in these past weeks he could count on the fingers of one hand the times that they'd made love… and each one had been a disaster on his part. He just couldn't satisfy her! It was no Goddamned wonder that she'd given up slipping into something sexy of an evening, or suggestively trying to seduce him in the cute little ways that only the two of them secretly understood… he couldn't take care of her and she'd obviously grown tired of fiascoes. But it hadn't been until a few hours before at the club and he'd seen her shuttling sluttishly from one man to another that it had struck him; she might be having an affair! or affairs! Christ, was it possible? His own Jan? Fucking other men? He still couldn't believe it… or was it just that he didn't want to believe it? Shit, he wasn't taking care of her, and she was too much of a woman to go without! She had to have it!
Damn! Damn! He shook his head miserably, tears burning in his eyes as he looked over at her. Poor darling, she was stupid drunk; thank God, she didn't suffer hangovers… but she was drinking more and more every day… as if she were trying to defy him… just as she tried to taunt him on the way home by fumbling with his pants and trying to get his prick out, then talking as filthy as possible… Christ, it was all his fault! He'd let her down… she and the twins… not intentionally, maybe, but he had! If only there was some way he could whip them away from all this… back to Tucson perhaps… but he couldn't, not now…! He'd gotten himself in the Goddamned bag, all right, and the worst was yet to come for his darling…! God almighty, what could he do…? What…?
Jan gave a start, grunting aloud and pushing away the sheet. Gil stared at her exposed, beautiful breasts in all of their enchanting loveliness… then, they became Randi's intoxicating globes once more…
… The tall redhead was walking toward the bed in the room where she had led him. He had already stripped his clothes away and climbed drunkenly onto the satin coverlets to wait for her. Smiling with her inimitable warmness, she had raised the mini over her head slowly, tantalizingly, revealing her breathtaking, white voluptuousness, her long-lashed green eyes locking on his throbbing hard prick as she came forward. She said: "Lover, it's beautiful… I can tell from here."
"L-Like your tits!" he'd gasped, watching them dance and sway provocatively to her every movement, then she folded a knee onto the bed, leaning forward, and they jutted out like lush, pink-capped, melons…
"Would you like to fuck them with it, first, Darling…?" she invited softly, her delicate use of the lewd word and her obscene suggestion bearing not the slightest trace of vileness for him. She climbed onto the bed and came close to him, her soft hand immediately going down to his hair-covered pelvis and gently grasping his cock. He choked out a groan at the warm and soft touch of her hand. She partially sat beside him, her long legs folded in a Z, her auburn tresses falling over her shoulders to veil her thrusting tits, and began to knowingly stroke his pulsing rod. "Would you…?" she repeated. "And I'll suck it when you cum. I like it that way for starters…"
"Starters? Jesus Christ! What do you do for enders…?"
She laughed, easing down on the bed beside him, letting go of his shaft and encircling her arms around his neck then smoothed her hands down his back, drawing him toward her as she rolled onto her back and he was half up over her; she was completely in command; he'd felt like a child…
"You're not one of them, are you, Lover?" she said softly.
"One of them…?"
For a moment, she was silent, her enchanting eyes searching his. "How did you ever get involved with Darrel Jenkins?"
"H-He's my boss… I mean, he's Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the bank I manage…"
"I see…" she said, tracing her fingers lightly through the blondish hair on his chest. "I like you, Gil. You're not an animal… and usually, it's animals… Now, I won't have to pretend… I know I'm going to love whatever you do to me… or make me do to you…"
She was whispering; he swallowed tightly, feeling her magnificent body hot and tight against his own. She rolled toward him, tighter into his arms, offering herself, her thighs snug against his own tensed ones, her belly a soft and luscious sensation. Christ, he wished he hadn't drunk so much! What was she talking about…? Animals? And he'd thought he'd blow his mind when she said, I know I'm going to love whatever you do to me… Or make me do to you! His cock throbbed lustily against the silken pubic curls of her reddish, hair covered mound. He felt her firm breasts digging pointedly into his chest, and her arms were around his neck pulling him to her. He let his own encircle her slender waist and draw her lower portions tighter to him.
"L-Listen… I'm just a dumb guy, Randi… and I don't know what this is all about," he stammered. "But Darrel said you had a husband… something about a swap club… well, I've got a wife at home, too, and I love her…"
Suddenly, her lips smothered his face! Her long nails dug into the flesh of his back and she continued to kiss him, squirming her enticing loveliness smotheringly against him.
"That… that's the most beautiful statement I've heard in ages, Lover!" she said excitedly. "Loving your wife… and you meant it!"
"Yes… of course, I meant it! I do!"
"I know, I know! It's beautiful to hear!" Randi hissed. "It's really beautiful, and I love you all the more for it! Oh God, it's going to be heavenly with you… I just know it is…! Please, Lover, fuck me, or something… right now…? Y-You want to, don't you?"
Gil felt his prick throbbing like an axe-handle against her soft belly. She was clinging to him hungrily, caressing the hollows and tensed muscles of his back with soothing, long-fingered hands in her obvious, building desire. Shit, she was too luscious to be real…!
"Gil darling…? You do want to, don't you…?" she repeated anxiously.
"Y-Yes…! Yes, I do! B-But I'm not very good…!"
"Oh Lover, you couldn't be anything else… and I want you so bad…!"
"Christ!"
"Now, Darling, now!"
"P-Put it in!"
"I'd love to!" she breathed, moving expertly beneath him until he felt her hand grasping his cock once more and he choked aloud. "Don't be afraid to cum when you're ready, Lover… then, I'll show you new ways… even when you think you're completely empty… and you'll cum again and again and again for me! After, you can take them home and show your wife… but tonight, you'll do them with me… and I hope, before Sara and Darrel join us."
Her words registered slowly, but they eventually did and he repeated: "S-Sara and Darrel… join us…?"
"Of course, Lover. Didn't you know…? That's his thing… an orgy…!"
Her words buzzed through his befuddled mind hazily while she manipulated him between her warm lush thighs and he found himself on top of her, his cock still clutched inside her warm hand. A momentary vision of Jan's sweet face materialized in his brain but he brushed it away; fuck, he didn't want to think of anything but the enrapturing exhilaration sweeping over him! Wild sensations raced through his loins as he raised himself to look down at his position between her widespread, receptive thighs, and he saw her slender white hand wrapped possessively around his thick cock, gently working its heavy foreskin back and forth over the glistening, purple glans… then, she raised her luscious crotch lewdly and he watched her draw his cock-head upward through the smooth vale separating her gorgeous asscheeks and tantalizingly splay the copperish hair-lined flanges of her moist, pink cunt, opening her coral split licentiously to his lust-filled eyes while she continued to tease the nub of her clitoris with its satinlike, rubbery tip.
"Fuck!" he gasped. "Put it in! Put it in!"
"A-All right… there, my lover," she whispered, quickly placing the heavy knob at the mouth of her vaginal channel. "Give it to me! Quick and hard!"
Gil barely knew what he was doing; his desire was blinding him! He thrust without mercy, driving his rock-hard shaft up into the lubricious and wanting raw flesh of her cuntal-hole like a demon, hearing her groan loudly in her throat with the pain-pleasure and feeling the velvety hot walls of her passage enclose around his rod as might a clutching fist!
Immediately, he was buried to the hilt, his bloated balls wedged into the smooth, hairless crevice between her rounded, white buttocks; he sensed the tiny clamlike mouth of her womb beneath the tip of his prick-head as she grunted and winced once more. He drew out of her and charged again and again, as if these were his finest moments, while she whimpered and cringed in under him… until finally, she began to lift her enchanting crotch salaciously up to meet his plunges, and the harder he rammed, the higher up she raised her moist hole to receive him.
"Oh… oh Christ!" he gasped, abruptly. "Y-You see? I'm ready to cum, and you're just beginning…!"
He stopped suddenly and dropped down on top of her, flattening her full breasts beneath his broad chest as he struggled inside himself to hold back his orgasm.
"No, Darling! Don't stop! Just keep fucking! I'll cum with you!" she urged. "Don't you see, I was getting ready, too! You don't have to be afraid or ashamed… my God, not you, my lover! You're beautiful, and your cock is wonderful… so thick and long…! Honest, Darling… I wanted to cum the minute you shoved it into me…! Remember, the first one doesn't count anyway…!"
Gil could only stare down at her beautiful face in awe. Christ, no woman had ever made him feel so utterly masculine in his life! He kissed her passionately, tasting her tiny tongue and the warm sweetness of her breath. She clung tightly to him, her arms in under his and locked behind him, her thighs drawn back to his ribs, her legs wrapped over him so that her heels were pressing into his buttocks as she undulated and writhed beneath him, her warm and snug cuntal-flesh clasping and sucking at his cock with little muscular spasms.
"Who… who are you, really?" he questioned, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. "Why're you doing this…?"
"That's certainly an untimely question," she replied softly and with an obvious parry.
"That's not an answer."
"Because I love you, Darling," she hissed, increasing the lascivious undulation of her hips while her seemingly trained pussy grasped and pulled at his aching cock feverishly.
"All right… You're lying, but I guess I don't want to know anyway."
"You're sweet and wonderful, Gil Martin! Later, I'm going to suck your beautiful cock until it cums right in my throat!"
"Christ… and I'll lick your cunt!"
"Till I cum?"
"And then some…!"
"Oh… oh, Lover darling! Fuck me good, now… before they come in…!"
"Shit, I'll cum right off!"
"Me too! Hurry! Fuck it hard, Darling! Now! Fuck it hard…!"
He did, he flicked his hips in a decisive movement that drove his pulsating cock with a fleshy, resounding smack back into the receptive, clutching channel of her excited pussy, temporarily ending all but immediate hedonistic thoughts for him, only the carnal rapture of the moment. There was nothing but the sensation of his heavy cock buried deep inside the hot walls of her moist, grasping cunt… nothing except the mind-shattering pleasure of this beautiful creature who seemed to want him as badly as he needed her.
He found himself thrusting furiously, soaring his long, frustrated prick up into her warm and tight hole with unique, violent force, ramming and pounding, the flow of her secretions coating and easing the snug, velvety tunnel into her belly with every lunge, until at last the throbbing, lust-bloated head of his thick rod nudged her cervix and once more his charged balls crashed hard against the smooth vale between her widespread asscheeks.
Shit, he'd never known such a feeling of exultation in his life! Jan had never done this to him; he wasn't just a man; he was the man! Already, his balls were churning wildly; he'd blow a load into her that she'd never forget! And he could do it again and again, too! Christ, he knew that suddenly! Fuck, what a woman she was! His brain reeled sensually! His cock throbbed all the way to his navel, and his balls ached to his asshole… and that felt as if it might come unraveled any second!
"Oh God, my lover, what a magnificent cock you've got!" she gasped hotly, while the thought flitted vaguely through his glazed brain that she was provocatively goading his mounting climax. "Ooohhhh… I'm going to suck it down into my throat and draw your delicious cum right out of it!"
"Y-You luscious bitch!" he hissed, then kissed her, biting her lips and sucking at her tongue voraciously as his cock raced savagely into her soft belly. His hands clutched at her lush breasts, squeezing and twisting their marble-hard nipples while she whimpered passionately and drew her thighs back higher and higher! "Christ, I'll chew your cunt until it bleeds in my mouth!" he warned her, breathlessly. Damn, he was going to squirt like a bull in a minute!
"And… and I'll suck your balls and lick your asshole, my lover!" she whispered wantonly.
"Fuck! I'm going to flip!" he groaned. "Your cunt's like velvet smeared with warm honey!"
"And… and your cock is a delicious pile-driver! I love it, Darling! Let me have it forever! Ooohhh… just let me suck it… and fuck me all over with it!"
"In your sweet little asshole?"
"Oh, Darling, I'd love it in my ass…!" she gasped.
And that did it! Just the mere thought of his heavy prick obscenely stretching the tiny pink hole between her lovely asscheeks was all that he needed! "Oh… oh shit! I'm going to cum, Randi…!"
"Yes, yes, Lover! Me, too! Let it cum… oh God, yes!" she managed. "Ooohhhh… harder, harder…! Give me everything you've got, my precious!" she coughed, driving her heels high into the flesh of his back. Abruptly, she pulled back her legs even higher, draping them up over his shoulders and presenting him with the full, defenseless plain of her upraised crotch.
He gaped at her expression and knew that she wasn't pretending. Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked tightly together, while her face twisted and strained as her orgasm swept over her.
"Oh God! Oooohhhh… now, Darling… I'm going to cum! Fuck! Fuck! Ooohhhh beautiful fuck…! It's good… goooooood! I-I love you… love you! Don't stop… ever, ever, ever…! Now! I'm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg!"
She cried out in a guttural wail, the overwhelming frenzy of her orgasm startling him for a moment and curtailing his own. Suddenly she was holding her legs back on either side of her head with clutching hands, until the whole of her hungrily sucking, pink vaginal crevice was offered up to him to use however he would! She thrust her crotch up at his loins with bruising force, her lovely mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, a near shrieking cry escaping her as she screwed herself up onto his cock and clung there while the hot, moist walls of her cunt-flesh milked his driving cock ravenously.
Her ecstasy quickly revived his own climax and he continued to pound into her, feeling the warm rush of viscid, female orgasmic fluid bathing his plundering cock, flooding his shaft and balls… and as she jerked and lurched beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her luscious cunt pulling at his prick feverishly, her breathing labored in short, deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, thick sperm racing the length of his pulsating stem in erotic enchantment, racking his frame as it spurted from the top of his cock far up into her soft, quivering belly. It convulsed and gushed around in unending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tightly against its buried depths.
"Oh, Lover, Lover, Lover! My God! Fill me with your cum, Darling!" Randi moaned, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the unleashed pool of pleasure he was squirting into her.
Gil fell forward, collapsing on top of her, feeling his warm, mucid semen mixed with her own delectable juices, back-washing his rapidly deflating shaft. Christ, it seemed unbelievably and enchantingly without end, until she, too, in exhaustion, gave one last writhing spasm, jerking to a final lifelessness to lay shamelessly and beautifully still, her heart pounding in her breast beneath him.
"Oh… Lover, Lover…" she whispered, running her fingers through his damp hair. "W-What were you saying about not being very good…?"
Gil couldn't contain his warm chuckle of proud elation. Christ, he couldn't believe it himself… he'd given her a piece of fucking, all right, but it hadn't been his great prowess that had been responsible; he knew now… a real woman could bring the best out in any man… if she wanted him bad enough…