Shit! He was going to cum! There was no holding it back!
He felt the squirming of Sara's fingers between his ass and her pelvis and knew that she was fingering her own clitoris. Wildly, she'd begun to thrust the plastic rod up his ass while she clung tightly to him, rolling and squirming her full erect tits against his back as she finger-fucked herself. He saw Jenkins' cock now buried to the hilt in Randi's asshole, her glistening lubrications making it shine when he withdrew the colossal shaft, the little gargoyle's balls rolling massively with every thrust. He plunged his tongue into the depths of her lubricious vagina and felt her quiver and begin to suck harder on his submerged cock in her throat.
"We… we're all going to cum together, aren't we?" Sara said suddenly, her voice quivering. "All of us now… on the tenth stroke! Try to! It'll be beautiful! Cum together!"
Shit! Gil doubted if he could wait until the tenth stroke! His balls had already signaled warning! He felt the unwinding sensation taking place deep, deep somewhere in his groin! The fucking rod thrust up his ass was prodding his prostate… an unbelievable delight! There was no use trying to hold it!
Then, he sensed Randi's thighs tighten against his cheeks as she worked herself frantically back and forth between his tongue and onto Jenkins' cock. There wasn't any question… she was going to cum… and now!
Suddenly, weird, choked screams filled the room and he realized their muffled sounds came from Randi with his cock completely absorbed down into her throat.
She was cumming, her delightful crotch spasming insanely as he sucked and licked her clitoris unmercifully, clutching at the soft spheres of her asscheeks while Jenkins thundered his monstrous cock between them, and as he stared he saw the little beast's balls begin to heave and he knew he was squirting his load up into her bowels. Even as his own cock jerked once, twice, and began to pump out his thick sperm into her sucking gullet with sense-shattering spasms of erotic ecstasy!
Oh Christ! After this, there could be nothing left! Nothing! The fucking world would probably end!
***But it hadn't! It went on and on. The captivating existence of Darrel Jenkins that demanded he be a part of. There had been more such nights, such celebrations of their land ventures and profitable investments, until he'd met all five of the gargoyle's wives and listened to their plights over and over.
Strange, he realized now as he slowly and quietly dressed, how unimportant another person's dilemma was when it didn't touch you. Each one, all of them, had asked for help, and in self-preservation he'd ignored them.
He really wasn't much of a man, was he? But what could he've done against the power of Darrel Jenkins? Nothing! In truth, nothing! Yet… might as well face it, Gil… you wouldn't've if you could! You were too happy with all of the loot he was pouring into the coffers that the Martins were living up. You needed that money just to stay even, and then suddenly it happened. He'd brought Randi back for a night!
It had been a spontaneous thing: Randi had only to take him to the bedroom when he'd hugged her to him and began to kiss her face all over. She seemed out of her mind with joy, while he wasn't sure but what he might lose his own wits in the happiness of seeing and holding her again.
"I've never forgotten you, Gil!" she gasped.
"And I dream of you night and day!" he gasped, running his hands over her near-naked body.
"Oh… oh Darling, what can we do? I love you so… and… and he's a monster! He'd kill me if he ever knew!"
"I know! I know!" Gil panted, holding her protectively to him, wanting to give her courage but knowing no way. "Oh Christ… he's got me in the bag! In the bag, Baby! We… we bought some land for a racetrack that isn't going to materialize. I'm into the bank two-hundred thousand with no collateral, and he knows it. Today, we found out the deal had fallen through… now, if I can't pedal that land… and who wants it? But… if I don't I'm dead… dead, Baby, dead!"
Randi pressed away from him gently. A tiny smile spread her sweet face.
"And of course, he won't help you. That's his way of eventually imprisoning people… always on a gradual basis… until you're suddenly overwhelmed by the impossibility of it…"
"But, why me? Christ almighty! I've got nothing he wants!" Gil spat, shaking his head and moving away from her. "I'm no woman he can make a tool of."
"Of course you're not," Darrel Jenkins said, easing the door open and entering their room.
He smiled broadly, grotesquely. Then, he chuckled out loud.
"Sorry, Gil, but the room's bugged… purposely, of course," he guffawed. "Randi knew it. I told her earlier."
Gil looked at the voluptuous redhead who had turned from him, as if unable to face him any longer. She dropped her head and looked toward her hands.
"May I leave now, Darrel?"
"Sure… of course, Baby," Jenkins replied softly, swinging slowly to watch her walk from the room without glancing back, then, turning to face Gil. "An enchanting creature, isn't she? Of all my wives, I think I prefer her most. Exciting tits and an enchanting ass."
When she'd turned her back to him, Gil realized she had done so to save herself… the same self-preservation… and then, she was gone. He turned to Jenkins.
"What's this all about, Darrel?" he questioned, taking a step forward. "You knew that racetrack wasn't going in there. The City Council voted against it three days ago! Nick Douglas told me this morning… you were there!"
Darrel Jenkins continued to smile. He walked over to the bed and sat his deformed frame on the edge of it.
"I knew," he answered softly.
"But why? Why didn't you tell me? You're well aware that I had to make a loan… a sizable loan to cover my half?"
"Yes, Gil, I knew that, too," Jenkins chuckled. "Just as I know how broke you are. And how you'll be sucked right into prison unless I cover for you… which I'm willing to do."
"Y… Y… You're what?"
"You heard me well, I'm sure, Gil," the deformed little man said, regaining his feet and walking absently about the room. "I'm ready to save your ass… your worthless ass… for what value it has to me."
Gil stared at him, completely blank in his mind on what might come next.
"And… and what is that… that value, Mr. Jenkins?" he finally managed to ask.
The little man stood with his back to him. He turned slowly at Gil's words and smiled.
"I thought you knew already," he said, scratching obscenely at his crotch. "Your lovely family. Gil. Your wife and daughter… lovely girls. I've admired them for ages, especially your Jan."
He crossed the room once more with his back to Gil.
"Yes… it seems that we might be able to work something out for you, Martin… I mean, God knows, I wouldn't want you to go to prison, eh?"
Gil was dumbfounded. He could only stare at the monstrosity. And then, it all slowly registered, every single word he had spoken… its full meaning enshrouding him slowly, but overwhelmingly.
"You… you bastard! You can't mean… can't mean what I think you do!" Gil spat, his anger mounting into blinding rage as he stared at the little man.
Jenkins saw it. But he seemed anything but frightened.
"Don't try anything foolish in your ire, Gil," he warned. "It'd only be a mistake. I've men in the apartment tonight purposely. You see, I had an idea you wouldn't quite understand the first time… eh?"
"You're a fucking fiend! You miserable little ogre!" Gil spat viciously.
Jenkins' face grew solemn for a moment, then relaxed into its perverted smile once more.
"I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Gil," he scowled. "You know, I kind of liked you, even though you're a stupid individual… money-hungry and like that. All the same, my deal still holds."
He came closer, his agate eyes leveled fiendishly.
"Your wife for ten years of your life, Martin! Your wife and that lovely daughter of yours! You see… I have a hell of a yen to fuck them both… my way!"