each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet, lubricious sound of his pile- hammering prick sliding in and out of her warm, wet cunt.
'Fuck you like never before, fuck you like never before,' the lust-crazed dwarf mumbled over and over to himself as he ceaselessly rammed the blood-filled cudgel deep into her white, screaming little belly with long cruel jabs. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his fire-hot balls as they beat hard against her upturned anus. It was ready to explode! He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her buttocks hard up against his grinding loins as he rammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, unresisting little cunt.
Sharon could feel her insides splitting painfully as the head of the deep-sunk, tormenting instrument suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her apart from within. It began to spurt great heaving torrents of fluid, and she could feel the delicious hot-white liquid shooting into her like burning lava, ricocheting around inside her dilated stomach. The pores of her cunt clasped around it, erupting in answer and again spilling her own white hot orgasm into the already drowning cavern of her pink quivering channel.
She was going insane with the feel of it!
She never wanted it to end, never, never!
The totally lust-abandoned young wife reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to desperately massage the balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her legs kicked out, quivering crazily in the air on either side of the bed. The huge burrowing cock continued to jerk its completion; white hot spurts still spewed from its head, filling her womb and foaming out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his great prick, soaking the soft matted pubic hair.
'Fill me up, fill me up, Neal darling, drown me with your cream!' she screamed incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth. The hot walls of her spasming cunt sucked at the throbbing cock hungrily, until it gave one final spasmodic spurt, and last drop of liquid sucked from it by the insistent pressure.
Wafto, the insidious dwarf, collapsed across her body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his deflating prick. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave one last thrusting jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body. Her arms outstretched, one dangling doll-like over the edge of the bed. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with the dual mixture of their hot, sticky-white climaxes.
Wafto lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off the comatose young wife's still form, his cock sliding slowly out of her battered pussy with a wet, slipping sound. He could see the moist matted hair of her well-fucked young pussy glistening damply in the faint light of the room. The inside of her thighs were smeared lewdly with the white juices of their mutual passion. It dripped in tiny rivulets down the crevice of her buttocks, forming a dark wet circle on the mattress beneath her.
The malformed dwarf smiled down at her, pulling his clothes on quietly. Damn, but he'd like to fuck this hot little haughty bitch he'd so expertly enslaved, a second time right now, but he knew he didn't have to be greedy. There would be many other times with Sharon Court, this proud American beauty, and it would not do to glut himself with her now. Better to wait, dwelling on the next time, letting his fiery load build up again, hotter and stronger, relishing the grand fucking of her nubile young flesh so that when the moment came again, he would give it to her even more brutally, more savagely and expertly than he had only moments past.
Yes, everything was working out just fine, Wafto thought as he slipped out of the darkened bedroom. Sharon Court was as good as totally debauched, even if she presently had no idea of the fact; Mark Marlowe, his master, and Lena Alvaro would see to the next step of the plan tomorrow…
CHAPTER FOUR
The voluptuous young blonde stirred restlessly on the rumpled guest bed. Her eyes fluttered open and fought with the darkness that permeated the thick stale aura of the sumptuous room. Strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her brow to wrinkle slightly as though in deep concentrated thought. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting the slight pungency of a sticky moistness around them.
Her eyes adjusted quizzically to the darkness and followed her form lying on the bed below. It was a strange position, she thought to herself through the haze that still dimmed her half-sleep filled mind. Her negligee was bunched almost around her neck and she could see the twin peaks of her breasts lying loosely and her legs spread wide apart as though an invitation to some phantom lover standing at the foot of her bed.
After a moment it came to her through the dimness. The dream! The horrid, wretched nightmare which had seemed to be so real — but couldn't have been. The vividness of it began to run through her mind as though she was watching a slightly out of focus motion picture.
Strangely, it wasn't just her mind and soul which ached; her body was painful as well. She smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, cupping them gently in guarded exploration. Ohh, she moaned, they were tender. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her still open thighs. She groaned again as her fingers touched tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. Her finger probed carefully around the pink sensitive opening, the tips becoming moist from the sticky fluid that oozed visciously from it, wetting the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath.
What had happened to her? Had she done all this to herself? Had she gone to bed and dreamed first of others embracing carnality and then of a secret, shadow form tasting every part of her own being? It had seemed so real…
Lena and Mark. Rolling and panting and gasping on the living room rug in the wild frenzy of their sensual tensions. Yes, it had seemed real, but it was only an extension of her imagination; it had to be, for certainty a lady like Mrs. Alvaro would never allow untoward advances by a man other than her husband, and certainly not in front of another woman! The whole situation had risen out of some dark, evil cesspool of her sub-conscious, Sharon decided, and she blushed with shame at how she had mentally imagined the two friends of hers making love.
And the other, the dream of her husband visiting her and doing things to her body that she would never allow him to in actuality. She had dreamed before, had masturbated as all normal people do when frustrated sexually, but never like this! She had never gone to such an extreme even in her wildest moments of desire. Could her own hands have probed so deep into her stomach and left this hot pool that seemed to be lodged there now? Could they have made her gush forth so many times in climax to soak the bed in the way it was now? It had to be; there was no other logical explanation. She had gone completely out of her mind in her dream and had fondled her own vagina and breasts to the point of making her desires seem real. She had done these things to her own body, and her body had reacted like an animal in heat.
She slowly pushed her feet around and put them down. The fibers of the bedroom carpet felt good between her toes. She stood and looked back at the rumpled bed. Well, she thought as her eyes saw the large round wet spot where her buttocks had lain, I really had myself a time. I guess there's no need to cry over spilt milk; I did it and I can't change the past. After all, it was only a dream, and I shouldn't feel ashamed over something I couldn't control.
The warm spray of the shower felt good cascading down over her body. She washed carefully the insides of her thighs and buttocks, almost reluctant to wash away the sticky still-warm fluid from her soft, pubic hair. As her fingers moved up and down the warmth of the narrow slit between her legs, cleansing it of the viscous fluid, the vision of Neal's shadowy face mashed tightly between her wide, yawning thighs seethed through her still fermenting mind. Her middle finger duplicated his lashing tongue that had flicked so maddenly at her cunt lips and erect bud of clitoris nerves. She leaned back against the wall and let the needles of spray beat against her breasts and raise her nipples to rock shard of excitement. She could feel her breasts harden, grow turgid with the blood of sexual heat, and her finger went a little faster, teasing her clitoris, then kneading the miniature phallus between her thumb and forefinger, and grazing the inside of her sensitive, abused vagina with her middle finger, stroking in and out, in and…
No! The pretty, blonde young woman steeled herself, stopping herself from what she thought was a repetition of not so long ago in bed. It took all her strength to withdraw her trembling, probing fingers from down
