"Oh yeah!" He cried happily, grasping onto the considerable arse cheeks before him, thrusting hard, "Oh! Oh! OH FUCK!"
With a cry as he pulled his cock from within the slippery cunt, it rested on her body before spraying what felt like the entire contents of his balls across her ass. Despite the amount of cum, due to the size of the ass, he barely covered a small area of it, not that Rayne gave a fuck either way.
Looking back over her shoulder, her chin in her hand Gina sighed heavily.
"You all done back there pudding?" She spoke in a contented tone her expression didn't match, "because I'd like to go clean up in the bathroom."
"Yeah yeah," Rayne gasped, sitting back on the bed behind her, "you carry on."
Rayne was wiry and not overly tall with a similar build to fellow experimentee Chen although, while Chen's facial features were smooth, Rayne was pointed, his face bearing a remarkable resemblance to a rat's. The biggest difference was that Rayne also possessed an eight-inch cock. However, it wasn't particularly thick, only as wide as three bundled pencils. This however suited him just fine, as when you boast about a long cock no fucker ever asked about its width, and by the time they saw it, well, it would be rude to say no.
Turning on the television, Rayne waited a few minutes before heading into the en-suite bathroom, as if joining Gina for a shower, however, while the shower was running, no one was in it. Instead Gina, still completely naked, cum still on her cheeks, was busy pulling something from out behind the toilet's cistern.
"You took your fucking time," Gina hissed, any of the happy, besotted women that had just been shagged a distant memory, "this is fucking heavy, so come and fucking help."
Without further instructions, Rayne immediately moved beside her, the proximity of which caused Gina to curl her lip in disgust.
"You could move further away," she said dismissively, her expression as if he were a turd floating in the pool, but Rayne was no less charmed.
"If you weren't so damn fat then there'd be more space. Move the fuck over."
Shuffling as best they could, the object of Gina and Rayne's concentration, frustration and annoyance, other than each other, slowly disappeared behind the cistern wall which, with minor scraping as they both pulled heavily, closed as if it had always been that way.
"This," Gina huffed and puffed, sweat running down her face, "better be fucking worth it."
"You betcha it's worth it," Rayne guffawed, "that's twenty thousand dollars back there, taken straight from the hotel safe. A little bird couldn't say no, and can't tell anyone about it. All we have to do is book inta room after the experiment's over, shove it into our suitcases and fuck right off."
"Yeah right," Gina scoffed, "you'll get this in a flight?"
"Don't be a prick," rolling his eyes, Rayne couldn't believe how dumb this bitch was, "I'll hire a car. Fuck it, I could afford to buy a car. It's only four hours for me."
"That's alright for you," Gina frowned, "it'd take me almost three days to drive with this."
"Then stay in Vegas at a casino, the next day you take it into the bank and tell them it's winnings. Fuck," he said with a grin as his eyes stared unseeingly at the wall, "I hadn't thought of that. Fuck it, I'll do that and fly back first class!"
"Well you're not staying in the same hotel room as me, pencil dick," Gina glared, pushing him out of the way as, this time, she actually got into the shower, "I don't want to see you once we got that money."
"Not to worry you fucking whale," Rayne laughed, "you're hardly my type."
"For someone who's not your type," she shouted over the sound of water, "I've made you cum a lot, while I haven't had mine once."
"Fuck off," he snorted defensively, "like I give a fuck if you have yours. This is about guys having fun, you're just lucky I need you, or your room, to get away with this. I could have anyone else I want."
"Oh yeah," Gina snorted in derision as she washed her hair, "you could tell them to fuck you, but no fucking chance you could make them cum."
"Sure I could," Rayne huffed, "I just don't give a fuck if anyone else does, so long as I do."
Turning away to grab shower gel, Gina didn't speak, just smiled, which irritated Rayne more than any words could.
While Gina showered Rayne returned to the bedroom. Where previously he'd been content to lie on the bed and watch television, he found that Gina's words had irritated him more than he'd realised. He couldn't stop thinking about what she said, so, unable to sit still he instead paced around the small room. He'd considered moving this up to his suite but there was nowhere to store the cash. It had been pure luck that he'd not only discovered he could move the cistern to reveal a gap but also that, down to the lack of cameras over the toilet, he'd realised that they'd be unable to see or hear anything untoward over the noise of the shower. Pure genius! Except where he'd felt pretty amazing about figuring this out, Gina's words had hit a nerve he didn't know he had.
As he heard Gina turn the shower off, Rayne's anger at her words threatened to overpower his common sense. Wanting to avoid Gina, he stormed out of the room and headed straight to his suite. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he walked out onto the balcony, staring out over the pool. Usually, there were plenty of naked or topless hunny's that he could stare at, but with the rain pounding relentlessly it was completely empty.
Standing under cover, he felt somewhat relaxed as the sound of the rain beat against the water below. Closing his eyes, he allowed his senses to take over, ignoring his frustration and his rage, instead just listening to the sounds of nature...
Sadly, Vegas being Vegas, there wasn't much nature to listen to, instead, the sounds of the city, cars and people, overrode even the pounding rain. He could hear... The Avengers Assemble music?
Peering above him, Rayne couldn't think whose suite was above or below his, so little attention had he paid. As long as it wasn't Terry, he was sure they'd be okay with him joining them. As much as he made a big deal of being independent, not needing no one else, and doing what the fuck he wanted, he knew he alienated people. He didn't mean to, it was a response to a shitty home life where he'd been forced to put himself first against all others. It was why he always took his, whether it was with Gina or any of the other women he'd fucked before, not that there had been many. Either they'd been drunk or he'd paid for the privilege. There hadn't been much romance in his experiences.
Frustratingly, he realised that Gina's words stung him because she was right. He couldn't think of any person he'd made cum, so focused was he on wham, bam thank you ma'am, and it was likely because of this philosophy that he could see the disgust in all the people's eyes when they looked at him. Not just the ladies, but the blokes as well. He knew he wasn't a perfect physical specimen, but even that wouldn't be enough to put everyone off. As much as he hated to admit it, his personality was a bigger turnoff.
Knowing Gina was right, he decided against barging in on whoever was watching the Avengers and instead returned to Gina's room, but not empty-handed.
Responding to his knock at the door, upon seeing who it was Gina, still in her robe was initially annoyed he'd come back, but that Rayne had actually knocked and had a bottle of champagne in the other hand caused her to pause.
"What you want?" She asked suspiciously.
Nervous, Rayne looked around the corridor, pleased to see it was empty.
"I'd like to come in and talk to you," he quickly spoke, "I brought a gift."
Holding up the champagne bottle as if it would explode, Gina took it from his hands carefully.
"Thank you?" She questioned, also unsure about what the fuck was going on.
"Can I come in?" Rayne asked again, worryingly polite.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Gina babbled before moving out of the way. Watching Rayne sit on the edge of the bed, she realised that, for the first time, he looked small. He was usually so full of pent-up fury, frustration and arrogance that he appeared taller than he was. But now, all that anger was, gone.
"You alright sugar?" Gina asked with genuine concern, more matronly than romantic, but she still refrained from touching him, just in case this was some weird ploy.
"You were right." Speaking in a monotone, Rayne stared directly at the floor.
