Aston Marlowe - Rajah

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floor, Mark Marlowe watched, alone now for Lena had slipped out of the room almost as soon as his deflating cock had withdrawn from her backside.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…

Neal Court had tossed and turned, writhing in the grip of some odd, heretofore unexperienced sensation. He had drunk too much, he thought, had become woozy and thick of tongue as he always did when he'd over-imbibed, and as he had in the past, the lethargy of sedation made him want to sleep.

But this time the liquor was keeping him awake, rather than soporifically inducing him to shut his eyes and dream. There was a weird agitation in his belly, a burning fire in his loins, which, when he allowed himself to think about it, seemed to make his penis tingle and his testicles ache. To be without a woman for three days.

He sat bolt upright. A woman! What had made him think in terms of a woman and not his wife! It was Sharon he had been without, only Sharon, his lovely, trusting, innocent wife — and to think in terms of making love to just any female was wrong! What would Sharon think if she knew his thoughts? He blushed in the darkness…

But still his body refused to honor the purity of his intentions. Images of hot squirming female bodies filtered through his drugged mind, and he groaned and tossed and turned. The bedsheets pressed against his naked skin, tantalizingly soft and smooth as his cock and testicles came into contact. His limp member began an involuntary rise, an unwanted erection, yet one he was powerless to control.

Then he noticed that the bedroom door was slowly opening that the dim light from the hall was spearing across the floor. He tensed. "Is that you, Sharon?" he whispered. His penis gave a compulsive shudder at the idea of his blonde wife coming to bed, coming to sheath with her warm pulsating cunt, her husband's throbbing sword.

There was a shadow now, a silhouette against the light. Neal stared at it as the black shadow became larger, bolder. It contained the curves of a woman. A naked, smooth skinned woman, standing by the door, just out of his vision, his touch.

"Honey?"

Then there was the firm, white flesh of the woman as she stepped into the room. Neal gasped in shock, bewilderment making his face form into frowning lines. "Lena!"

The black-haired woman was like a Valkrie in the spotlight of the hall. She stood spread-legged and proud, her firm, high breasts outlined like the crests of moons; her nipples, hard and jutting, were etched in clarity. The soft, triangular patch of her pubic hair was evident, and the filtering light caught the stray pubic curls which were between her velvet thighs, and Neal could even make out the pink, excitedly swollen ridges of her vaginal lips.

"Lena! What… what is this?"

"I want you to fuck me, Neal."

Neal was shaken to the core of his being. The obscene request was like fire, her magnificently displayed body like a torch to his already ignited passions. His body broiled with sudden waves of lust, as if it was triggered to its complete pagan yearnings by the woman's naked entry.

"No…" the young husband groaned, trying to control the surge in his blood. What was the matter with him, for God's sake? He had never wanted another woman, not after having met and married Sharon. Yet here he was, his cock in full and painful erection, tenting the thin sheet for her to see, to know. He forced his brain to reject the adulterous proposal. "No Lena, it's not right!"

"Neal…"

He was helpless under the influence of the potion, and the lewdly smiling Lena Alvaro knew it. She approached the bed confidently. "I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time," she purred, looming over him, cradling her breasts with both hands. "I've wanted that strong cock of yours — the one I can already see growing with anticipation — and I've wanted to give you my body, all of it to do with as you will. Take me, Neal; take me now!"

Neal Court groaned and tried to turn away, but some inviable force held him there, fastened his eyes on the writhing, seductive beauty of his boss' wife. Saliva glistened around his lips and his body shook.

Lena sat down on the bed and slipped one hand under the sheet. She smiled seductively, and then clutched his jerking cock with a certain finality… moving into a knowing and gentle massage.

Neal sucked in his breath as he felt her skinning his penis back so that the pulsing, red-hot head literally popped out from the thick foreskin. He squirmed around on the bed, drawing his legs up and then flat out, shudders of uncontrolled desire running rampant through his marrow.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God…" he moaned, now completely at the mercy of the older woman.

Lena used her other hand to slide the sheet down to where his cock was finally exposed to view. The cooling night air rushed against it, and then his boss' wife bent down and thrust his erect shaft deep into the warm, wet confines of her mouth in one, long, continuous movement. She began to suck, causing him to pant and heave his thighs upward involuntarily as the soft, clasping flesh of her mouth sent a wild spasm wracking through him. She drew slowly up and away until only the head was clasped by her ovaled, teasing lips.