Antoine arrived at the summer house in Ste. Agathe des Monts shortly after noon. He circled the area carefully, satisfying himself that there was no one sitting off somewhere and watching. Oh, there was a car parked a ways down the road, but there was no one in it and he laughed a little tightly to himself. His guilty conscience was running away with him already. Driving by, he had seen Ginny's yellow Fiat parked to the side of the house and sensibly he'd decided to leave his own car in a nearby wood and walk the distance.
She'd been waiting for him when he entered through the side patio, waiting in nothing but a sheer negligee she'd brought with her, no less, and when he walked in she ran to him, throwing herself into his arms, her mouth finding his passionately, the soft flesh of her round, sensuous body grinding hotly against his own.
"Darling… darling… I thought you'd never get here," she hissed into his mouth, her tiny tongue darting out to paint his lips and search into his mouth covetously.
All the way he hadn't been able to take his mind from Madeleine or Uncle Gaston, his guilt over what he was about to do damned near unnerving him. Twice, he had almost turned back… now, he was glad that he hadn't. He enfolded her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, feeling his prick immediately beginning to harden.
Ginny laughed warmly, her lovely eyes searching his own excitedly as her hand dropped between them to trace the outline of his stiffening penis.
"I can see that you're as ready as I am, lover," she whispered, gently fondling and caressing his thickening cock through his trousers.
"Christ…!" he gasped, pulling her tightly to him, his hand moving inside her negligee to cup her firm, hard-nippled breast and taking her breath away with a whimper. "I could hardly sleep last night, just thinking about you, Cheri… and this moment."
"Oh… oh God," she moaned. "Come on, let's go upstairs to the bedroom where we can get everything off. I want to go over you with a fine tooth comb… explore every nook and cranny of you. My God… I want you… need you so bad, Antoine darling."
He kissed her again, then gallantly lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs while she kissed his eyes and nose and lips, then traced her tiny wet tongue lavingly over his every feature. He lay her down on the bed, stepped back and smiled.
"Undress," she said. "Hurry, darling undress so I can see you."
Antoine swallowed with an effort. His prick was jerking in his pants and she was watching it, laughing delightedly, sitting up to slip out of her negligee as he fumbled with his clothes, her eyes widening excitedly the moment he dropped his pants, and even more so as his shorts followed.
"Oh… oh, my God, darling… its beautiful!" she breathed heavily, staring at his erect and throbbing shaft of hardened cock standing out from his naked loins with a proud, almost mean-looking upthrust. "Oh God," she moaned, rolling to the edge of the bed, hands outstretched toward it. "Bring it here to me so that I can love it."
Antoine could barely breathe with the desire she had already aroused in him. He moved toward the bed and she reached out, gently taking his prick between her two hands.
"Hmmmmm," she cooed with a loving little smile, her sea-green eyes engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of his long, thick member. "Oh darling, it's going to make me so happy… I know it is," she mewled.
Antoine groaned aloud as her soft hands caressed his pulsing shaft, and he saw the tiny drops of seminal fluid that oozed from its tip in his mounting lust. She brought it closer to her face while he watched entranced as her white, delicate hand stroked it, drawing the thick foreskin back back and forth… and then suddenly, she leaned forward, her small pink tongue flicked out to lick away the moisture at its tip. His knees went limp as he watched her oval her open mouth and press her wet lips warmly over its swollen head… slowly sliding his cock into the delightful haven of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working against its heavy veined, desire-hardened flesh in tantalizing enchantment: then, as slowly did she draw off of it, her encircled lips sucking their way to its very tip, and he could feel the unbelievable swirling motions of her tongue until finally her tongue-tip taunted at the tiny split of its end before she sucked it all the way into her mouth once more.
Christ… it was beyond belief. Heavenly! He'd blow his mind! But then, she stopped and looked up at him.
"My darling, I'd love to suck the cum from it… and I will, but not yet. I want you to come down here and hold me first… make love to me with feeling… kiss my breasts and run your hands over my body. I-I need that so badly, lover… someone with warmth and feeling who cares whether I live or die… Please, Antoine…" she pleaded, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Make me feel like a woman…"
He threw himself down onto her, close to tears himself at her emotional expression of her need, and his hands gently caressed the warm, silken flesh of her body, exploring the secret hollows and creases while his mouth and tongue sought the erogenous areas of her breasts, underarms and navel… eventually even the sparse, golden, hair-covered mound of her pussy… and he lay between her wanting, spread thighs, his face a scant inch above the thin, pink slit, not touching it with his hands, but licking the tight furrow from between the creamy spheres of her buttocks up to its very tip at the base of her belly, then down again and back up… gradually insinuating his stiffening tongue between the already palpitating lips, always going deeper into her, the taste of her affecting him like some rare vintage wine, while the moans and choking purls grew audibly in her throat and tossing head.
He found her throbbing clitoris and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth nibbling tenderly, his tongue swirling and taunting it with maddening delight, until suddenly she could no longer stand her own abstinence.
"Oh God, lover, turn around. Let me have that beautiful cock to suck. Hurry! I want it in my mouth…"
Antoine responded automatically, his heart pounding in his chest as he spread his legs over her face, his open crotch above her and mere inches from her mouth. Excitedly, she pulled him down to her, hands clutching at his hips, and he felt her tongue on the inside of his thigh near his balls, hot and wet, and then it was tracing the seam of his sac in a wild, exhilarating sensation… up through the crevice of his ass to his very asshole, licking and probing at the tight orifice wetly… then retracing its course over his balls and along the underside of his prick… until suddenly, he felt the warm, wet cavern of her lips slipping over the blood-inflated head and drew it with a sucking exertion nearly down into her throat.
Rhythmically, she sucked, and rhythmically, he licked. Christ in heaven! There'd never been anything like this before in his life! He'd lose his Goddamned mind if he didn't cum soon. His balls were about to explode already! Damn, he was no match for her… could never satisfy her; he was certain of it. She was going to suck him right to climax if he didn't stop her! But maybe… maybe, if he fucked her… He didn't want to be shamed… not satisfy her…
"Wh-Where are you going?" she whimpered as he climbed off of her, the expression on her passion-twisted face letting him know the extent of her ecstasy.
He crawled up over her between her legs, spreading her thighs with his knees, and she drew them up and back, a smile lighting her face. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, endeavoring to sound as positive as he could. "We've played around long enough… now, we make love."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmmmmm, darling… I love you… I love you…"
"Put it in," he ordered, kissing her on the nose, and then he felt her small hand take his wet, throbbing prick and place it at the mouth of her flowered, receptive vagina.
"Oh… Oh God, lover do it hard!" she gasped, her lovely face assuming a drawn, almost pained expression. "Please, do it hard… hard and brutal… It's the only way I know…"
Antoine gaped down at her, his breathing once more hitching in his throat. He would fail her; he knew it… just as he'd always failed Madeleine… or any other woman he'd ever been with…
"Please, lover… give it to me! Don't make me wait! Fuck me, darling! Fill me with your wonderful cock…!"
He rammed with every ounce of strength he could muster and she squealed like a speared animal.
"Eeeeaaauuuugggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhggggg! Oooohhhhh… yes… yes… like that… don't stop, lover… don't ever stop!"
He was pleasurably surprised at the amazing tightness of her moist, velvety passage walls encasing his sensitive rock-hard cock with a skilled muscle control that he had never experienced, but he knew that he couldn't keep it up without reaching his own orgasm in minutes, and already he was sensing his shame.
"Oohhhh… Ooooohhhhh, harder, harder, darling!" she groaned pleadingly.
He thrust wildly, sending his long, aching cock up into her warm, tight cunt with hellish force, driving and pounding, the flow of her lubricating fluids easing the way with each plunge, until finally the lust-bloated head of his heavy shaft struck bottom and his balls slapped hard against the smooth, rounded cheeks of her flexing ass.
She wailed sharply and twisted in a moment of torment in under him to his delight, as the turgid head of his prick battered the depths of her secret parts, but her cry of pain only served to incite his lust more and he rammed harder, grinding his pelvis tighter into her loins and flexing the head to raise a further groan of agony, even as he realized that he was damned near ready to shoot into her.
"Darling… darling… you love me, don't you?" she wailed up at him suddenly. "Tell me you love me, my lover…?"
He might have told her; he might have told her anything at that moment for he was ready to squirt his load of sperm deep into her belly… but it was at that untimely second that the door burst open and Uncle Gaston with three others stormed brusquely into the bedroom.
Antoine froze on the upstroke, his eyes fixed on the squat little man, and almost simultaneously, did he feel the life drained from his prick, his orgasm choking in his balls like a lump of hot lead.
"Jesus Christ!" he swore.
"A little party, I'd surmise," the ugly, obese czar said with broad gold-toothed grin.
Ginny screamed and Antoine fell out of her, rolled onto his side and stared up at the intruders. Again, she screamed and tried to throw her arms around Antoine's neck for protection, but he fought her away. He swung to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge, his neck craned to gape at his grinning uncle.
"Damn… damnit, Uncle Gaston… I-I can explain…"
"I'm sure you can, boy… but not to my satisfaction," said Larreau, never unsmiling.
"Antoine! Antoine! My God, don't desert me!" Ginny begged, her fear causing her voice to break. "Darling, please…?"
"Christ, Uncle… I'm human!" Antoine blurted, ignoring her. "You know what it is! Who knows better than you… a woman tries to seduce you… you take it as long as you can…!"
Larreau's smile seemed permanent. The three hoods behind him were impassive of expression. "Of course, boy," the czar said. "One of the most cursed weaknesses of mankind… women. Too bad, too. You have such a nice little wife. Well… that's the way of things, I suppose."
"Look, Uncle Gaston… I'll make it up to you. I swear I will," Antoine heard himself plead. "If it hadn't been me, it would've been someone else…"
"Antoine!" Ginny cried.
"Shut up, bitch! It's true. It wasn't me as an individual you wanted. It was just a way of getting even… or whatever with Uncle Gaston…"
"Both of you, shut your lying mouths!" the little man snapped.
"Oh, my God!" Ginny groaned pathetically, burying her face in the pillow to weep.
Gaston Larreau moved over in front of his nephew. He said: "You've failed me… failed me miserably, as a matter of fact and after all I've done for you."
"Uncle, listen, I'll make…"
"Shut up! Shut up before I lose all sense of reason," the little man spat, his face grimaced in a terrible expression of rage. "I-I could kill you for this, Antoine. It's done everyday."
"I know… I know," Antoine agreed, his head hung forward between his legs.
"I thought of you… treated you as my own flesh and blood," Larreau reminded him emphatically.
"Oh God… God… God… I know, Uncle. I know…" Antoine said, pounding his naked knees with clenched fists.
"There's nothing I wouldn't have done for you, boy… but you've betrayed me… and in our circle there's just one answer to the double-cross… punishment. Ordinarily, you'd have to die for this; it's the code of the syndicate… but I think maybe it's possible to save your ass and satisfy the score another way. Not much of a choice, perhaps, but better than dying."
Antoine looked up hopefully, while Ginny Novak shuddered in her tears behind him. She couldn't believe it. He had completely deserted her… just as every man she'd ever known. The three hoods behind Larreau were staring at her lasciviously. Dear God, she could only hope and pray that what she was thinking wouldn't come true. "I'll accept whatever's coming to me, Uncle," Antoine managed, endeavoring to raise his head.
"It's the unwritten law, boy… and we don't go against it." Larreau said. He moved in closer and placed his hand symbolically on Antoine's head. "Galaxy is finished. Trouble in Ontario. You're its President… There'll be a little time… and you'll have to serve it. Time is never easy… but it's better than dying, eh? But you make your own decision, boy."
Antoine continued to stare up at him. "I'll… I'll do whatever you say, Uncle Gaston."
The squat man walked away from him. He circled the bed to where he could look into the face of Ginny Novak whose tear-stained and contorted features were hardly her own. He grinned down at her. He said: "You've always been a naughty girl, ma chere, and a damned poor secretary at best." He chuckled. "But maybe the boys can inspire some fire in you, eh? Give you that feeling of fulfillment you've always been looking for."
"Oh Christ, Gaston, no! Don't! Please don't!" she begged. "Look… I lost my head… I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything you say…"
He turned his back to her and walked away in disgust, back to Antoine. Still smiling regally, he said: "Come on, kid, get dressed. You can drive me back to Montreal while I explain what you have to look forward to… and how to cope with it."
"Y-Yes sir," Antoine replied, getting to his feet.
"Meantime, boys… see that Ma'm'selle Novak is properly taken care of eh?" the czar advised his underlings. "Make sure she doesn't want for anything… anything."
The one called Axel grinned. "You bet, boss," he said. "You bet."