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…
CHAPTER EIGHT
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.
Neal could hardly breathe. His penis throbbed with hardness and as much as he hated himself for it, as much as he knew that come tomorrow and the facing of his own, trusting wife he would be suicidal with remorse, he knew that he had to have this raven-haired bitch, this wife of his own superior. Lena was stroking his cock tenderly now, working the heavy, blood-engorged rod up and down as thin droplets of lubricating fluid seeped from the tiny opening. Neal cursed himself for his lack of control. He had been thinking of having a woman, any woman, and now his perverted wish had been fulfilled beyond his wildest imagination. Knowing he was sick, knowing this was wrong was not having the icy effect of stopping the rush to copulate in adulterous frenzy, and that made him all the more chagrined. He stared down at the wildly pumping hand of the lust-crazed woman, saw his own cock in frantic response, his mind, drugged and shocked, capitulated entirely. He was going to have to release the pressure in his balls, soon — now! — and he was going to take her, take this woman and fuck her just as she had asked. Either that or he was going to burst!
He tried to grab her in his arms, drag her down to him, but she wouldn't let him. 'No,' Lena said. 'Not here.'
'Why?' Then Neal thought he knew. 'Yes, Sharon! She might enter at any moment.'
'My room. Come.' She rose, her hand still tightly wrapped around Neal Court's aching prick, and like her grip was that of a choke collar around his neck, he blindly followed without hesitation. He stumbled shiveringly out into the long hall, a sigh escaping him as he saw that it was empty. He hurried after her, watching her firm yet full rounded buttocks undulating provocatively before him. He groaned, all of his moral and logical senses drowned out by the overwhelming carnal desire the potion had infused him with.
She led him directly to the master bedroom, knowing that the timing would be just right. Her husband had just finished spewing his sperm into the young wife of the man whose cock she now held, just as she and Lord Marlowe had finished fucking to simultaneous orgasms, and as she had slipped out of the one door to fetch Neal Court, Marlowe was calling for the dwarf to bring in Rajah by the other door. Things should be merrily on their way by now, she gleefully thought, and opened the door.
She stood to one side of the entrance while Neal crowded in behind her, his hungry cock pressed hotly into the crevice of her buttocks. Neal looked over her shoulder, his loins throbbing like rampaging waves of a stormy surf as Lena rotated her buttocks and ground back against his penis. Unconsciously he reached around the squeezed one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple between forefinger and thumb until the woman winced in smiling pain.
He tried to peer into the dim room, lit as it was only by ruby lamps. Everything seemed to be a blur at first,
