John Kellerman - A girl_s best friend

Christ, it was an impossibility! The unbelievable, swollen knob would never fit into her without ripping her passage fiendishly… yet, Christ almighty! She was pushing her quarter-sized nether hole back against it licentiously. And Gil saw it pop open like a wizened tiny mouth and the tip of his horrendous shaft slip in.

He felt his cock sucked into her gullet vibrate to the volume of her loud groan around it, and she squeezed his balls tightly as his own sphincter suddenly opened wider and a smooth round object pressed relentlessly into him!

Subconsciously, he clamped his lips around Randi's clitoris and with working tongue, began to suck and lave it frenziedly, his eyes staring at the obscene sight of Jenkins' huge prick worming into the tender pink hole in front of him, the little bastard's ugly and bloated balls practically brushing his own face. All the while, insensible sensations were racing through his loins as the plastic rod attached to Sara's pelvis was squirming into his ass-channel setting off jolts of wild salaciousness to cloud his brain!

Had anyone ever tried to tell him that he could be a party to such a Roman Circus, he probably would've tried to beat them senseless… but in all truth, the lust that was overwhelming him was beyond human reason! The sight of Jenkins' cock gouging into Randi's lasciviously stretched little asshole while she wantonly skewered her channel back onto it was enough to set even a sane man off… but he wasn't sane any longer… not with the sodomizing shaft that Sara had slipped into his own asshole… until he could feel the soft little bowl of her belly and her hairy loins against him there… and there was something that the stimulated shaft was prodding that was lifting him right out of his skull! He couldn't help but thrust his ass back at it as she continued to slide it up into him in a cadence that matched his sucking of Randi's clitoris, and her own buccal caresses of his swallowed cock!

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?"