On the second day following that fateful morning and afternoon, shortly past six in the evening, Neal Court and his boss, Rodney Alvaro arrived at Marlowe Manor.
Sharon and Lena were in the library when they were ushered in by Wafto, drinking brandy and relaxing before the ever-present fire in the Inglenook. The young blonde wife, wearing a powder-blue pants outfit Neal had given her the previous Christmas, her long blonde tresses piled high on her lovely head, stood with hammering heart by the leather couch as the man she loved appeared in the library doorway. She stared across at him, at his tall smiling handsomeness – and she felt nothing.
Oh, she was happy to see him, of course. He was her husband, he was Neal, and there was a warmth in her stomach at the sight of him that put a smile on her soft red lips and sent her running across the room and into his arms. But the all-consuming ardor was gone, and in its place there was an emptiness, a void; the total commitment to him and to the life she had known prior to coming to Marlowe Manor no longer existed inside her warm young body. She had changed she was a different woman entirely.
It was really amazing, she thought with a kind of detached wonder as she hugged and kissed this man who only a few days before had embodied every bit of meaning in her life. She felt absolutely no guilt, no remorse, no shame. It had all been purged out of her, along with her moralistic viewpoints and attitudes, by the thundering rampaging cocks of Mark Marlowe and Wafto, the stunted little dwarf, the loss of virginity of her mouth and her anus, the introduction to pleasures of the carnal flesh that she had never dreamed existed.
These past two days had been a kaleidoscope of sexual frenzy and fulfillment, a seemingly unending carousel ride of throbbing, ejaculating penii thrust into her pussy and her throat and her rectum, filling her to overflowing with delicious white-hot male seed, sending her spinning to countless orgasms. The hatred and fear she had felt for Lena and Mark and Wafto in the beginning had soon become something else, something akin to worship as they introduced her to newer and stranger eroticisms and delights that put her on a never-ending rocketship ride to the far corners of the universe.
She had, in these past few days, become totally emancipated and she knew that and accepted it as an irrefutable fact. She was a new woman, and she was completely at ease in the makeup of that new woman; she had become a hedonist, a lover of pleasure, of the hardened male member, of sex in any form. She had come to firmly believe that there was nothing wrong in the seeking of satisfaction, of physical gratification, merely because it was frowned upon by most of society; most of society hadn't tried the wondrous deviations from the norm which she had engaged in, and found so enrapturing; they condemned blindly, foolishly, as she had once condemned. They did not know, had no idea – only she knew, she and her newfound friends and confidants here at Marlowe Manor…
Neal, she thought as she kissed him hard on the mouth, what would you think if you found out what had happened to me, how I've changed? Would you still love me? Would you understand? Would you join me in my new life? Oh I hope so, because I do love you, in spite of my emancipation, and because I want you with me always. I want you… but the only way I can have you is for you to adapt as I have adapted, because dear Neal, I can never go back to what I was before. Never. And you must find out, eventually… you must know the truth. I pray that you make the right decision, my darling… the decision that was made FOR me by Lena and Mark and Wafto and – yes, and your boss Rodney Alvaro, for Lena told me all about his part in their plans…
But Sharon did not allow her thoughts to show on her face as she stepped back, beaming radiantly up at her husband, and said, "Oh I'm so glad you're here, darling! How was your return flight?"
"Smooth as silk," he answered, one strong arm encircling her waist.
"And Athens?"
"A beautiful old city," answered Neal. "I enjoyed our stay there. But I'm afraid business meetings kept us from doing much sight-seeing," he grinned fondly at her. "Well, I must say you're looking very refreshed and happy. Marlowe Manor seems to have agreed with you immensely. Are you enjoying yourself, honey?"
"Oh very much," she replied demurely.
"Didn't I tell you you would? What have you been doing with yourself these past three days, anyway?"
"Just relaxing, mostly."
"Been exploring the moors?"
"No, I wanted to wait until you came darling."
He laughed softly. "We'll go out first thing in the morning. I'm fascinated by the bleakness of them."
Just then, Mark Marlowe entered the library, dressed in one of his many velvet lounging jackets. He clapped Rodney Alvaro, who was embracing Lena, soundly on the back, greeted him, then walked over to where Neal and Sharon stood. He extended his hand.
"Neal," he said, "so good of you to come."
"Hello, Mark. Nice to see you again."
"I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed your wife these past few days," said the Lord of Marlowe Manor, with no hint of guile. Even so, Sharon felt a faint tinge of red creep into her cheeks, and she looked away quickly. "I'm very glad you both accepted my invitation."
"It was good of you to offer," Neal said.
Rodney Alvaro, his arm encircling the shoulders of his smiling, dark-haired wife, joined them. "How about a drink, Mark? I'm bloody bushed, driving all that way from London. Hired car was acting up, too. We should have taken yours, Neal, as you suggested."
Marlowe said, "Come along to the bar. I'll do the honors, tonight. Wafto's preparing dinner, and I dasn't disturb him while he's creating one of his special feasts."
As they all walked to the bar, Neal whispered to Sharon, "Is Wafto that poor little dwarf who let us in?"
"Yes."
"He gives me a creepy feeling. Those beady eyes of his…"
"Oh honey, he's very nice," whispered the young blonde wife. "He really is. One of the nicest people I've ever met. He's… done a lot for me since I've been here."
"In that case, I'll treat him with extra-special respect," grinned the doting husband.
Drawing Lena off to one side as the Courts stepped up to the bar to watch Mark Marlowe mix drinks, Rodney Alvaro asked in an undertone, "Well, my pet? How did things progress with the lovely Mrs. Court?"
"You mean you couldn't tell by her expression and her actions just now?" smiled the dark-haired woman wickedly.
"I thought so," Alvaro smiled back. "But I just wanted to make sure before I make my approach. How is she taking things?"
"Beautifully, of course," Lena told him. "She's totally subjugated, and wildly insatiable. Haven't you noticed how haggard Mark is looking? She reminds me of myself, when I was won over to the pleasures of the flesh so many years ago."
"You never cease to amaze me, my dear Lena."
"Remember, Rodney, save some of that fine cum of yours for your wife tonight. Don't spend it all on the sweet little bitch, Sharon."
"Have I ever denied you yet, my love?"
"No, you haven't," admitted Lena. Her smile grew calculating. "I believe I'll have some sport with young Neal tonight. Do you mind, Rodney?"
"Is it wise to expose him to the truth at this early date?"
"Why not? The sooner the better, I should think."
"Have you brought Rajah to young Sharon yet?"
"No, my pet, we were waiting for you to arrive. I know how much you enjoy Rajah's performances. We were planning things for tonight."
"Hmmm. Well, perhaps we should wait until Rajah and Sharon have become… acquainted before Neal is apprised."
"On the contrary," said Lena, "I think it would be the perfect psychological time if he were to witness his lovely young wife and Rajah together."
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course! Mark will have his cameras set up in the master bedroom, and I shall bring Neal there when things are at their proper moment. We shan't have any trouble."
"How will you handle him?"
"I've instructed Wafto to put just enough of his infamous potion in Neal's after-dinner drinks to make him sleepy at first. He'll toddle off to bed, and then he'll become terribly horny; after you've gone with Sharon, I'll bring Mark in for a quick fuck, as I've promised him, and then I'll fetch Neal when Wafto brings Rajah. He'll be so excited from the potion, so shocked from the sight of his wife with Rajah, that he'll put his nice young cock inside me without any trouble at all. After that, he will be one of us, just as Sharon is now."
"Excellent, my pet, excellent…"
The Alvaros joined the Courts, then, and the conversation centered on more mundane matters. Neal seemed in very high spirits, laughing jovially, and Sharon felt her heart go out to him. If only you knew, darling, she thought, if only you knew and felt just as I did… what a truly wonderful moment this would be!
The young blonde wife looked over at Rodney Alvaro, who smiled back at her with his eyes shining. Yes, she knew all about Rodney – he was no different from Lena and Mark and Wafto – and she could not help but wonder how large his cock really was, how proficient he was in bed. Her pussy tingled excitedly as she recalled what Lena had told her about Rodney, about how he had made her cum ten times in one night with his magnificent penis. Would he ask her, Sharon, to fuck him tonight? She wanted to, after what Lena had told her, but what of Neal? She wouldn't forsake her husband, the man she still loved, for Rodney Alvaro – even for one evening; no, she would remain with Neal tonight. His cock was lovely and large, too – how well she knew it! Perhaps Neal was not as accomplished as Mark or Wafto, that ugly wonderful little dwarf! But it would satisfy her for this evening. There would be other opportunities to fuck Rodney Alvaro… yes, many other opportunities…
They had two drinks each, and then Marlowe announced that it was time for everyone to freshen up and change for dinner. Neal and Sharon climbed the marble staircase arm in arm, and entered the room Sharon had occupied throughout her stay at Marlowe Manor; Neal's bags had been brought there by Wafto.
When they were alone, he kissed his lovely blonde wife long and passionately, whispering, "It's been a long time without you sweetheart. Miss me?"
"Oh yes," Sharon said.
"We'll make up for it tonight, after dinner," he grinned. "I'm really going to love you, honey."
She smiled and nodded, pretending to blush, but she was thinking, Yes, you'll love me, but I don't think it will be as good as it has been with Mark and Wafto, my darling, for you see they've had so much, much more practice than you have in the art of really making a woman happy…
Dinner was sumptuous affair; Wafto had outdone himself in excellence. There was a steak-and-kidney pie the likes of which Sharon had never tasted before, a superb French red wine, Yorkshire pudding of a gourmet variety. Sated with the delicious food and drink, the four guests and Mark Marlowe retired to the library, where Wafto served Grand Marnier in tall tulip glasses, Partagas cigars for the men, and strong European coffee.
The fire crackled cozily in the huge Inglenook fireplace, and conversation – sporadic at best with everyone lulled into a contemplative state died altogether after awhile. Neal sat on the couch with his arm around Sharon, sipping approvingly at his Grand Marnier; he did not seem to notice that the silently moving Wafto refilled his glass from a special bottle on his tray each time it became less than half full.
Time passed slowly, and Sharon felt a certain drowsiness that was almost consuming. But her mind was nonetheless filled with thoughts of the flesh, and her pussy ached with its new-found need for the hard, driving presence of a masculine member. She wished Rodney Alvaro would not keep sneaking openly coveting looks at her, for she was afraid Neal would notice – and she kept envisioning the older man's cock, described by Lena in great detail, in her mind. Lord, but she wanted to fuck tonight! Perhaps she should take Neal upstairs right now, since she had made up her mind to remain with him tonight – even though, in her new and hedonistic world, it was Rodney Alvaro's cock she wanted even more than her husband's…
Neal drained his sixth glass of Grand Marnier, and Sharon noticed that his eyes seemed to be growing glassy. Sweat had popped out on his forehead. Suddenly, he raised one hand to his face and said in a wavering voice, "Hoo boy, I think I've drunk a little too much! I feel a little dizzy."
"Perhaps you should go and lie down for awhile, Neal," the Lord of Marlowe Manor said with elaborate solicitousness.
"Yes… yes, that might be a good idea," Neal agreed. He got to his feet, standing a bit unsteadily. He reached down for Sharon's hand. "Honey, you want to come upstairs with me?"
"Yes, of course, darling," Sharon answered immediately. She stood, frowning a little, and then helped her slightly weaving husband out of the library and up the marble stairs. She did not notice the pleased smiles on the faces of the others behind her, the quick nod which Lena Alvaro gave Rodney; she had not been informed of the administration of Wafto's potion to Neal Court in his Grand Marnier.
In their room, Neal immediately collapsed across the bed, flinging one hand up to cover his eyes. Sharon sat down beside him, whispering his name, but he seemed oblivious to her presence now. Had he passed out on so few drinks? Sharon wondered. How was that possible? Neal had always been able to hold his liquor very well. Unless…
She shook her comatose husband several times, but he did not stir. Sharon stood, biting her lip uncertainly. Should she stay here with Neal? He looked as if he was completely unconscious and would stay that way for some time. Should she risk going back downstairs, to where her husband's boss was surely waiting for her? If she did, she knew the consequences. But suppose Neal woke up?
She hesitated a moment longer, then the aching in her cunt became so acute that it was almost a physical pain; she needed release, gratification, her newly-attuned body screamed for it. She decided there wasn't much chance of Neal waking up, not if what she suspected was true. She turned from the bed, opened the door, and slipped into the hallway.
Rodney Alvaro was waiting there, smiling a sexually enticing smile.
She walked boldly up to him. "You drugged Neal's drinks, didn't you?" she accused.
"Yes, my sweet," answered Alvaro candidly. "And do you know why?"
Sharon's pussy continued to ache horribly, and the petal-like lips of her vagina began to flower wide to allow the moist secretions of her building passion to dampen the crotch band of her brief panties and her inner thighs. "Perhaps I do," she told him coyly.
Alvaro licked his lips. His breath seemed to be catching in his throat, and his eyes were feverishly bright as they roamed over her lithe, voluptuous body clad in its clinging, simple sheath. "I understand you haven't seen the master suite as yet, my dear," he said.
"The master suite?"
"Yes. It's very impressive."
"Well… then I'd like to see it, by all means."
Alvaro grinned lewdly. "I thought you would."
He took her arm and led her down the hallway, turning at its end to follow another corridor running toward the rear of the manor house. At its end was a huge door, and Rodney keyed that open, clicking on the overhead light as he did so. They entered.
Indeed, Sharon hadn't seen this particular room before and she was immediately taken with it. It was grandly furnished with old dark wooden pieces, done in red velvet. There were red drapes covering one wall, a huge red circular bed in the exact center of the room, and tinted mirrors on the walls. The red motif in the diffused and indirect lighting had a wickedly appropriate atmosphere.
"Quite a room, isn't it?" asked Alvaro.
"Oh yes," Sharon said.
Rodney closed the door behind him, turned to face the beauteous young wife. He began to breathe rapidly, his eyes gleaming, a large bulge becoming prominent at the front of his trousers. "Do you know what we're going to do now, Sharon, my sweet?"
"No," she asked, "what are we going to do, Rodney?"
"We're going to fuck, right there in the middle of that big round red bed," panted the old man. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Would you like that, my young beauty? Would you like the cock of an old English gentleman filling that tender young cunt of yours?"
Sharon laughed softly. "That might be nice." Her pussy was secreting heavily now, and her brain was becoming consumed – as it did whenever the frenzy of lust took hold of her these past couple of days – with a fiery swirling heat. She wet her lips, running her hands provocatively up and down her sleek sides. "Yes, that might be very, very nice, Rodney."
His eyes never leaving her face, Alvaro began to strip his clothes off. The young blonde wife, meeting his desire-ridden gaze with a hot steadiness of her own, followed suit, stripping slowly and tantalizingly for him. At last she stood proud and completely nude, her golden pubic fleece glistening with tiny droplets of her passion, her large, milky-white breasts rising and falling with the irregularity of her aroused breathing, the nipples rigid and quivering on their peaks.
Rodney Alvaro stripped off his last remaining garment, a pair of old-fashioned boxer shorts, and Sharon sucked in her breath sharply at the sight of his penis. It stood out from his paunchy loins like some fine old battle standard, thick and blue-veined and faintly quivering. Lord, but it was a beautiful cock! she thought. Everything Lena had said about it was true. Oh, she couldn't wait until that passion-hardened instrument was pistoning in and out of her already excitedly trembling pussy.
"Do you like it, Sharon?" Alvaro asked huskily. "Do you like my cock?"
"Yes!" breathed the passion-incensed young wife. "Oh yes, Rodney, it's lovely! A lovely, lovely cock!"
"Lie down on the bed, my beauty," he instructed hoarsely. "Hurry now, I can't wait much longer. Yes, that's it. Now spread those sweet, tender young thighs apart so I can see the mouth of that pretty little blonde-haired cunt of yours. Ahhh!"
Sharon lay back on the round bed, luxuriating in the feel of the red velvet spread, spreading her legs wide as Alvaro had ordered. The secreting opening of her soft, tender young vagina was split wide for the lusting gaze of the middle-aged lecher who stood with his turgid cock quivering in full erection before her. She began to undulate her hips slightly, suggestively, and then raised her hands to her rounded breasts and squeezed them lightly, teasing the nipples into further hardness.
"Hurry," she whispered, "hurry, Rodney, I'm on fire for you!"
With a low moan of desire, Rodney Alvaro knelt on the bed, moving between the young blonde wife's widespread thighs until his face was but inches above her soft, downy blonde pubic mound. His hands pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach and his thumbs slipped into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Sharon sucked in her stomach reflexively as his thumbs massaged for a moment, then pressed outward slowly, parting the soft pubic hair and exposing the full splendor of the moist red slit of her vagina. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.
Rodney's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of the furrow. Sharon's body jerked as the electric contact was made and her legs clamped tightly together around his head, the soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the probings of his slavering tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her tightly clenched teeth, and in her mind was the delicious thought that Rodney Alvaro was a supreme lover, that Lena had been telling her the complete truth in describing his sexual abilities…
Her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's, back-down on the mattress, twisting lustfully to the depraved sucking of her loins. Alvaro slid his long, hot tongue deep, deep into the hot depths of her quivering pussy, and Sharon's body arched and bucked wildly under the fevered onslaught. He began to fuck her hard and fast with his expert tongue, fuck her wildly, and her buttocks gyrated with impossible fervor at the delicious hot probings.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" she wailed in lust-crazed delight. "Ahhhhhh!"
Rodney Alvaro lashed furiously into her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally while his mouth and fire-brand tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-splayed furrow. Then he once more located the quivering button of her clit, and she whined sharply with lust-pain as he took the tiny knob between his sharp false teeth, holding it there, and began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head flailed in total abandonment from side to side, and the middle-aged businessman opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moisted slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina once more. And again, he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue far up into her now hungrily clasping tunnel, listening to her mewling, whimpering sounds of passion as he swirled and flicked his probe around the velvet-like inner walls of her pulsatingly soft cunt.
The subjugated, emancipated blonde wife began crooning insensibly with animal pleasure beneath the plunging poker of Rodney Alvaro's tongue. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath the assault, he drew the probe out and slid it licking downward to the secret, tiny puckered ring of her naked anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping, shuddering swallow, flinging her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight, elastic little hole, splitting it wide to accept his phallic member. Sharon's body quivered uncontrollably, even more so than it had been, beneath the overpowering attack, and her every fibre was paroxysming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure…
Suddenly, Alvaro ceased his mad licking of her anus, lifted his secretion-slick face up in a lewd grin. Sharon seemed to freeze, her eyes bulging wide. "Oh God, oh God, don't stop!" she begged. "Oh Rodney, darling, suck me, suck me, make me cum!"
"No, my sweet," crooned Rodney Alvaro. "I want to fuck you now. I want to fuck my large hard prick far up into that flat little belly of yours. Now, Sharon, right now!"
"Yes, ohhhhhh yesssss!"
"Get up onto your knees," commanded Alvaro. "I want you to straddle me. Hurry, my beauty, hurry! My cock throbs for your sweet young cunt!"
Quickly, they reversed positions on the bed, so that the paunchy older man lay prone on the circular red bed with his cock standing straight up like a huge staff, the blood-inflated head wet with his seminal emission. Sharon moved astraddle him, holding his large hips tightly between her soft, firm thighs, her flowered, petal-like cunt poised above his great shaft as she reached down to hold it steady. She held herself motionless for one single instant, and then, almost brutally, she levered herself down hard to impale herself on Alvaro's long, hard cock, driving it far up into her screaming, aching belly.
"Aaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!" she screamed with pleasure-pain at the fiery, thunderous penetration of her vaginal orifice.
Her face contorted with lust, and little beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Alvaro reached up to grasp her waist, raising her up so that just the head of his immense prick was imbedded between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her pink, damp cunt. Then he drove her down harshly again, at the same time flexing his buttocks up off the bed in an upward thrust. Sharon emitted another wail, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her mouth hanging slack with lust. Using her knees as leverage, she began to slid up and down her husbands boss' hardened cock with slow, measured strokes, feeling the hard, blunt head of his cock pound against her cervix on the downward thrust, feeling it slide out almost completely as she drew upward again, the great rod of flesh filling every inch of her wet, warm cuntal channel.
Sharon was only dimly aware, as she rode the monstrous weapon of the middle-aged English man, of the door to the master bedroom opening. She could not see, from her position on the bed, the two nude figures who came inside, who moved slowly up near the bed, their eyes glazed with excitement at the lust-provoking sight which they were now witnessing. She could not see the sleek, sweating form of Lena Alvaro, her hand moving slowly between her own secreting thighs as she watched, nor the strong masculine body of Mark Marlowe with the throbbing length of his great cock held tightly in his right hand. But she heard their voices as they whispered to one another, heard them and knew who was there – and smiled as she levered again and again up and down the pulsating hardness of her husbands boss' prick.
"Look, Mark, look!" breathed Lena. "She's riding Rodney's cock like a master! Oh look at the way her cunt lips pull out and suck at it as she levers up!"
"She's almost as expert as you, dear Lena," enthused the Lord of Marlowe Manor.
"Oh, Mark, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me while we watch my husband ram that beautiful cock of his up inside Sharon's belly!"
"Yes, Lena, yes!"
Lena Alvaro knelt on all fours at the side of the low, round bed, in a position which gave her a perfect vantage point of the undulating couple on the bed. Mark Marlowe knelt behind her, began to slide his throbbing cock along the soft, hot, wet flanges of her pussy.
"No, no Mark!" cried Lena. "Put it in my anus! Mark, I want you to fuck my asshole while we watch my husband and Neal Court's wife! Fuck my asshole long and hard, dear!"
The Lord of Marlowe Manor was quick to oblige, poising his palpitating shaft of flesh at the door of the dark-haired woman's most secret channel, teasing the sensitive, secreting head along the tiny, puckered nether ring. Then, without warning, he plunged forward with insane force, sending the full length of his throbbing hot monster far into the bowels of the insatiable woman, the blunt head tearing at the tight membranes of her anal hole with relentless, merciless force until his loins smacked with resounding fusion against the quivering moons of her upturned ass cheeks.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Lena, and almost immediately she began to buffet back with abandoned frenzy against the familiar cock imbedded in her rectum, her hips swirling like a mad woman's, her eyes opened wide and staring at the wildly fucking couple on the bed before her. Her small, round breasts bobbed crazily from her chest as she twisted and undulated her body back against the long, drubbing strokes of the man who fucked into her rectum from behind, his balls slapping with soft smacking sounds against the wet, hair-fringed lips of her cunt with each powerful forward lunge.
On the bed, the young blonde wife of Neal Court rode the hammering cock of the old English man as if it were a thoroughbred stallion, and she a long-experienced horsewoman attempting to break its spirit. She hurtled madly up and down the great shaft, her hips gyrating with fantastic, frenetic speed, her hands kneading and manipulating her own breasts while his fingers dug mercilessly into the soft ivory flesh of her squirming hips. Her long blonde tresses swirled like threads of golden silk around her flailing head, and she made little mewling sounds deep in her throat, totally abandoned now. It wouldn't be long before the orgasm which was spiraling higher and higher inside her erupted forth, and she sought with every ounce of her being to bring about, as well, the cumming of the man whose cock she so valiantly rode, to feel his tremendous load of fiery hot semen spill out and fill her aching, throbbing pussy…
Lena Alvaro rolled and flung her buttocks back against Mark Marlowe's forward driving shaft, feeling it deep in her bowels, her lips forming a silent scream of passion. Wilder and wilder became her gyrations, until the Lord of Marlowe Manor could no longer stand the pressure threatening to burst his balls wide open. His fingers dug painfully into Lena's hips, the nails drawing blood there, and a low wailing sound burst from his lips. His cock suddenly began to jerk out of control, and Lena felt his fire-hot cum burst along his urethra tube from the cauldrons of his testicles and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her thighs and then her own thundering orgasm struck and she cried out once in a high-pitched moan of ecstasy as her orgasming pussy added more flowing juices to those of Marlowe's pooling on the carpet beneath their heaving bodies…
Sharon heard Mark's strangled cry of release behind her, and knew that she and Rodney both could not last much longer. Her body became a dervish of motion as she flashed her clasping, kneading pussy up and down the hammering piston of the older man. She was pinching her nipples painfully now to heighten the tremendous desire in her loins, and her head was thrown back like a contortionist's with the muscles of her slim throat stretched taut. Alvaro had his hands hooked with one palm on each inner thigh, on either side of his thundering cock, manipulating the soft wet flesh as she drove down harder and harder on him.
And suddenly, Sharon was there. She was there! She screamed, "I'm cumminnnggggggggg, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh!" and then seemed to freeze on the impaling rod of Rodney Alvaro, remain immobile with his great cudgel buried far up in her belly for a single instant. Then she began to flash up and down his cock with unbelievable motions, chanting incoherently as the full gasping extent of her magnificent orgasm struck her and sent her into mindless spiraling bliss.
The sight of the cumming young blonde girl above him was the last and final trigger of Rodney Alvaro's own climax. "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, I'm cumming too!" he suddenly howled, heaving up to meet young Neal Court's wife's every downstroke as the first hot needle-like spurts of his sticky white load jetted into her tightly-gripping cunt, to mingle with the enveloping juices of her orgasm and flow out moistly around his wildly jerking rod. The fluid made pools of glistening wetness on his belly, and on the bed beneath his churning hips, and Sharon almost squeezed blood from her own nipples in the mindless throws of her fantastic climax.
And then it was over for both of the sweating, heaving partners on the bed, and Sharon collapsed forward over the sated form of her husband's boss. She lay like that, with his cock slowly deflating inside her sperm-filled pussy, cradling her head on his hairy, paunchy chest. Oh God, how good, how wonderfully good! she thought. Such a marvelous cock, Rodney, I love it and I'm going to want it again and again and again… Yes, I want it again – right now! Right this very instant! Oh dear Lord, I'm as insatiable as Lena! I have to have him again… I have to!
"Rodney," she whimpered, "please get hard again. I'm going mad inside for you. Please get hard and fuck me again, please…"
On the floor, Mark Marlowe watched, alone now for Lena had slipped out of the room almost as soon as his deflating cock had withdrawn from her backside. But now his penis was stirring again, coming to life with the lewd words of Sharon Court on the bed. Now was the time! he thought. The time for the crowning moment in the full and complete carnal conquest of young Sharon Court!
Grinning, he looked in the direction of a closed door on the far side of the room – a door which did not open on a closet, as one might expect, but which opened instead on a set of stone stairs leading down a long passageway which in turn opened on the garden outside; it had been built as an escape passage by one of his ancestors.
He cried out in a deep voice, "All right, Wafto! Now!"
The door suddenly swung open, and there stood the grinning malformed dwarf who had been waiting and listening the entire time to what was happening inside the red, mirrored bedroom. He was naked, his thick cock standing at attention, and his right hand was hooked in the collar chain of the great ape known as Rajah!
The animal was jumping up and down nervously, its huge hairy body quivering and its tiny, almost intelligent eyes shining with what might have been lust. And jutting outward from the ugly, furry belly of the ape, in frightening black hardness, was the same throbbing monstrous cock which Sharon Court had seen two days before in the animal's stone hut…