… She'd held his face cradled in the soft, sweet-smelling hollow of her neck, while his one hand gently stroked her left breast. Slowly, she eased her legs down on either side of him, forming a protective berth between her thighs where he might lie, their damp pelvises and drenched genitals caressing each other's lovingly.
"What a real man you are, Lover," she whispered. "I mean real… no fraud. God, I haven't cum like that in ages."
"You're just being kind," he said, wanting to hear more.
"No! It's the truth! Generally, I only pretend. It's easier that way… just to play make-believe, get them off quicker and finish it!"
Gil brought his face from the soft silken flesh of her neck and laid his cheek onto her shoulder. He looked up at her eyes that were staring at the ceiling. He said: "Are you a prostitute, Randi?"
She smiled slowly, still not looking at him, although her soft hand continued to tease his hair.
"That's a nasty term for what I'm supposed to be… but I guess it gets decidedly to the point. Once, I was a singer… an excellent one, too, or so considered at the time… a contralto with perhaps a season or so away from the Met. Would you believe that, Gil Martin?" She made a cynical sound of laughter. "Then… then, I met my future husband. Frankly, I despised him from the first moment I laid eyes on him, but he was relentless. He made me sick and I told my manager that, but he… he was a weak man… and I was weaker. You see, I was born into the poverty of the West Virginia coal-mines. I never wanted to see those days again… so, I listened and was married secretly. Few people know about it, and most could care less, I'm sure… unless it made the spread of some sordid front-page." She sighed heavily. "The trouble with my husband is that he's nothing less than an animal… a depraved, vicious animal. He not only believes in promiscuity, but he demands complete loyalty… else he destroys you! And… and I don't want my parents to know the truth… even being the unimportant little people they are there in Wilksbrake… I don't want them to know… It would break their hearts… Now, do you understand, my Lover?"
Gil continued to stare up at her lovely face. He could see the tears dribbling down her cheeks and raised a hand to wipe them away. "N-No, Baby… not quite. You're saying… saying that you do this because you have to…?"
"Y-Yes… I have to," she answered him. "But I find that I'm one of four other wives who are, one way, or another, forced into this international game, but truly, it's not all as bad as it sounds. We live in unbelievable luxury, have the finest of everything, and meet the most fantastic people… like you, Lover."
Gil made a grunting sound. "I know now that you're making fun of me…"
"Oh God no, Darling! I'm not!" she replied quickly, twisting onto her side to hug him to her. "I meant it… every word I said… honest, Darling! Please… please believe me?"
She had pulled his face tight to her; it was still in the hollow beneath her chin, but her magnificent breasts had bulged up to near-smother him. Her fingers played in his hair and he could feel her long sensuous body working against his own as he lifted his face for air.
"Who…? Who is he?" Gil gasped.
"Who…? I thought you knew, Darling," she said, easing down into the bed until her lips were even with his. "Him… Darrel… Darrel Jenkins… that gargoylish bastard God sees fit to let live on His earth!"
The shock of her revelation took long seconds to instill itself in the recesses of his own wine-sodden mind… but it did. Suddenly, he realized that she was trying to kiss him and he gave his lips and mouth to her, playing with her tongue teasingly with his own, and sensing a feeling of sheer delight with her presence. Christ, in truth, he'd never known a girl like her. She was the absolute!
He let his tongue war with her tiny one, then, she sucked his into her mouth and began to play with it. He wanted to talk, but couldn't. She pressed and squirmed her voluptuous loveliness tight against him while she continued to vacuum his mouth, and he felt her moist cunt splayed with open lips against his thigh, rubbing provocatively up and down. Finally, she released his tongue and mouth, then, she said: "Please, my Darling, don't ask me any questions? Just let it be you and me… no matter what they do when they come in… let it be you and me…?"
She was half on top of him now. He could feel his cock stirring pleasantly into a second hardness. Her cunt was like another mouth sucking at his thigh, and her soft, slender hands were flitting over him like spiders. Fuck, he didn't care about Jenkins, anyway… only this delicious creature who had come out of nowhere to be with him. She was like an apparition…! He gazed up into her face… "You're beautiful, Randi! Whatever you want… your wish is my command…!"
"Oh… Oh God, Darling… I want to suck you! Let me suck you, then…" she whimpered.
"It… it's still soft…"
"That's the way I like it!" she gasped, slithering down him suddenly until her lovely face with her long reddish hair was taunting his belly… her enchanting, open mouth directly above his feebly stirring prick.
"Shit!" he gasped aloud from the mere delight of the thought of what she wanted to do.
He raised his head to watch and saw her take his limp cock in her hand, her eyes drowsily half-closed as she lowered her face, her little tongue slipping from between her separated lips to lick at his prick! He couldn't help but think how it had been in her cunt, and that it was covered with the now sticky ecstasy of their climaxes, yet… yet, she was licking it as if it'd been submerged in honey!
He felt what had been a spent member of his body give a lusty lurch and spring into half-hardness. Her eyes still remained closed as she licked it from his balls to its tip on every side, her luscious breasts quivering with her movements, her long auburn hair tantalizing his belly… then her ovalled lips slipped down over the thickening shaft, encompassing it as she sucked upward again and again to repeat the act.
A super-aching throb traversed through his loins and belly. Fuck, she'd sucked it into hardness! But he wasn't used to it and it felt like a length of cord-wood pulling at his pelvis. He'd propped himself onto his elbows to watch her and she'd twisted herself so that he could see everything she was doing. She held his prick at its thick base so that it stood erect for her, and as he watched mesmerized, she drew his foreskin a half-inch above it, then slid her tongue down inside in a swirling motion, until he could see its tip agitating the glans of his cock inside his prepuce, rotating wildly as if she were trying to bore right down into his loins this way!
The sensation was overwhelming! His rod felt as if it would burst! And then, her soft warm hand was caressing his balls and she was working herself over on top of him… between his legs… letting her one free hand slip beneath his thigh to press it into the air, then, the other leaving his sac to do the same! He found himself on his back… his legs raised high, her luscious sucking mouth smothering his prick…
She raised her head. "Hold them back, Lover! Hold your legs back high!" she ordered, and he did, never questioning, but lifting himself until he lay practically on his shoulders and she began to lave and wash him with her tiny tongue.
He sensed the moist lingual member moving down the length of his now-throbbing cock and playing at its base before moving to his balls. Then, it swept over them, from top to bottom and bottom to top, moistly, delightfully, until one side was suddenly engulfed within a hot, sucking vacuum… then the other, and he knew she'd had them in her mouth! The hairy crevice of his ass was next, and he sensed her delicate hands on his asscheeks, spreading them wider open to her as she bathed it with the saliva from her mouth… and then, his asshole! But first, came the delicious sweeps of her tongue on both inner asscheeks, a half inch away from it, painting them salaciously before she found the raised circle of his hole and began to play with it with the tip of her probing tongue!