"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…
CHAPTER FIVE
Perhaps he'd known that all along too, if he'd wanted to face it, Gil thought, as he lay there unmoving beside the partially covered, sleeping form of his naked Jan. She slept open-mouthed in her drunken stupor, her luxuriant wealth of long, coal-black tresses fanned crazily over the silk of the pillow, her pleasing, firm breasts rising and falling in an even slow tempo with her breathing. Simply loving a man or woman was not enough… the Goddamned word alone was too deceiving! Or was it just too misused? Yes, she loved him, just as he loved her, but she hadn't loved him enough to want him as Randi had wanted him!
Or, had that been his fault, too? No, not entirely, he realized, still, he'd been, at least, as much to blame as was she. Both of them were guilty of letting it grow stale between them. He'd tried to substitute money and luxuries for his sexual failings, while she in her damned near-nymphomaniacal drive, had obviously given up with him rather than suffer frustration and unfulfillment any longer. And Christ almighty, could he blame her for that…? Not now, maybe before, but not now… after spending a night with Randi… a night of orgiastic abandon so debased and wanton that now it hardly seemed possible it could have happened!
Oh Christ, if only there was something he could do! Some way he could change it all, scoop these precious people up and carry them off to some faraway place where no one could ever find them… and they'd have each other… just each other…! God almighty, what was he saying? What was he thinking?
He shook his head suddenly as if to throw off the cob-webs of subconscious lust that had been slowly webbing his licentious brain ever since… maybe before, Randi! His Katie! That's who he was thinking of! His own sweet and beautiful baby! Damn, he ought to burn in the fires of hell for even conceiving such thoughts! But he couldn't help it… he couldn't! Nor could he get out of his mind the warped idea that Lee and Jan too often looked at one another with forbidden desire in their eyes! He'd seen them; watched them… studied the little mannerisms his lovely wife displayed so affectionately around their son… and… and he couldn't help but wonder if Jan had noticed his own permissive hands when he was next to Katie…!
Goddamn! What was going to happen to them… all of his beautiful, beloved family? What would Jan say when he told her what he had to… what he'd planned and wanted to explain last night at the club, before she'd gotten completely out of hand? Would she be willing to help him? God knows he'd be more than willing to forgive any indiscretion of hers; he could understand the circumstances that had driven her to them… but would she understand his plight and help him in the only way she could? Or… or would she just desert him… let him sit and wait for them to come and get him…?
A cold tremor ran the length of Gil Martin's frame. He tried to shake it off. He'd even lost track of time, but the sun was streaming through their window. A few minutes ago… or was it an hour, he'd heard someone in the hallway and a door close. One of the twins, no doubt. He looked at his watch… 7:45. Christ, he couldn't lay there any longer. Maybe… maybe, if he went and talked to Jenkins again… at least, stalled him off… but that wasn't going to help him at the bank. And Jan was still too loaded to try and make sense with. Fuck! Fuck! How had he ever gotten himself into such a situation? Why hadn't he quit when he was ahead? Greed, avarice, that's why! Loot! Money! Bread! He'd wanted it, and Jenkins had assured him the race-track was going in there… he'd gotten the information from Senator Wentz, himself! Oh God… He had to do something!
He looked over at the slack face of his sleeping, lovely wife.
"Jan…" he spoke softly, placing his hand on her rib cage and gently jostling her. "Jan…?"
"Hungh… wh… what? Mmmmmmmmm… let me sleep… so tired, Honey… so tired…" she mumbled, never opening her eyes as she turned her back to him and thrust her bottom upward toward his face, the sheet falling away to reveal her luscious buttocks.
Gil sighed heavily, then covered her. He turned onto his back again and reached for a cigarette, lighting it.
It was futile, anyway, he decided, letting the smoke breathe from his lungs. He'd overplayed his hand, and now he had to pay for his losses. It wouldn't take long… ten years… fuck it! He'd go prune his rose bushes… enjoy some of it before they took him away! At least, he always had his memories… and he'd never forget that Randi…