'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
