His long-fingered hands deftly fondling the firm, resilient tits of the American girl, tweaking the nipples into heated arousal, the Lord of Marlowe Manor nodded his head to Lena Alvaro, grinning obscenely as he did so. The black-haired English woman, whose own grin matched Mark's in lewdness, removed her own fingers from the slightly protuberant mound of Sharon Court's womanhood, where they had been kneading and stroking the soft, warm cunt into secreting excitation; she reached down to the table and lifted the lid on the silver cigarette box there, removing one of the crude brown cylinders which Sharon had so innocently smoked the night before. Then Lena placed the marijuana cigarette between the blonde young wife's red lips as Marlowe continued to caress her, and Sharon offered no objection.
Lena struck a match, lighting the joint, and then she whispered softly, mesmerically, "Inhale deeply, dear Sharon. Inhale… inhale… deeply… deeply… yes that's it dear… that's very nice. You feel so good, don't you? You feel so very, good…"
"Yes, oh yes," the beauteous blonde girl replied, and she did feel good… peaceful and warm and safe and… yes, sexually stimulated, too. Was Neal there? Oh she hoped he was, she wanted him very much just now… wanted his hard masculine penis moving deep inside her, bringing about their simultaneous orgasm as it always did… his lovely, warm, hard cock deep, deep, deep inside her…
"Neal… Neal!" she whimpered, beginning to undulate her lithe, sculpted body under the manipulations of Marlowe and Lena. The dark-haired woman held the cigarette butt between Sharon's lips, whispering, telling her that everything was all right, everything was fine… inhale… inhale… deeply… deeply…
Sharon settled back again, lulled into drowsy security by the comforting, seemingly far away sound of her friend's voice, obeying the order to inhale of the warm, sweetish smoke which filled her lungs again and again. But the stimulation had not dissipated at all, for her pussy was tingling deliciously, her nipples very hard, and she still had the sensation of being tenderly, relentlessly caressed…
Lena Alvaro looked across at the Lord of Marlowe Manor, mouthing a question with her lips: "Is she ready, do you think?"
Mark nodded. Lena removed her hands from the young girl's body, leaning close to her ear and breathing very softly against her soft, warm neck. Marlowe's fingers continued to lightly stroke Sharon's firmness through the culottes she wore.
"Sharon," Lena whispered, "Sharon, can you hear me, dear?"
"Yes," came the immediate answer. "Yes, Lena, I can hear you."
"It's terribly warm in here, isn't it?"
"Warm?"
"Yes… you're very warm, aren't you? It's very hot in this room, Sharon. Wouldn't it be nice to be shed of those culottes you're wearing?"
"No… yes… Lena, I…"
"Shhh, dear, you're with Lena, aren't you? You're with your friend…"
"Yes… yes…"
"Wouldn't you like to take off your culottes, Sharon dear? Wouldn't you like to be comfortable instead of so warm and hot? Wouldn't you like to feel the glow of the fire on your bare, naked skin? Wouldn't you, Sharon, wouldn't you?"
The beauteous blonde wife squirmed restlessly on the couch, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her face drawn into a frown. The combined drugs of marijuana and Wafto's insidious aphrodisia potion, the power of Lena's soft, suggestive, hypnotic voice, had brought beads of sweat popping out on Sharon's smooth forehead. She was hot… she was almost suffocating in her culottes. She wanted to take them off — Lena was right — but… but not here… Mark, Mark was here… she couldn't…
"You want to make yourself naked, don't you, Sharon?" droned the black-haired woman's voice. "You want to be completely naked and comfortable, I know you do."
"Yes… yes… but I… I…"
"Are you worried about Mark?" asked Lena. "You needn't, dear, not at all. Mark's gone up to his room. He won't be back down for a long time."
"He… he won't…?"
"No, of course he won't. You don't have to worry, now do you, Sharon dear? You can make yourself naked in complete comfort, without any fears at all. I'm going to take my clothes off, dear. You see, I'm warm and hot too. I want to be naked, just like you do."
"You… do?"
"Yes, of course I do," Lena intoned. "I'm undressing right now. I'm taking my clothes off right here and now, Sharon, just as you're going to do in a moment…"
As she spoke, the confidently smiling English woman began to shed her heavy winter dress. She wore only a pair of brief panties beneath it, and she was soon free of those. She stood in her naked splendor, her black-pubic-triangled pussy already beginning to seep the juices of her growing excitement at what was about to happen to the young girl next to her. Her small, well-rounded breasts were sheened with sweat, and the nipples quivered pinkish-brown and rigid on their crests. She smiled lewdly at Mark, as his eyes traveled wantonly over the symmetrical loveliness of her mature body; he never ceased to become aroused by this wicked, amoral bitch with the insatiable mouth and cunt…
Still smiling, Lena, quickly sat back down and took Sharon Court's hand in her own. She began crooning to her again, "I'm naked now, Sharon dear, and it's lovely… so lovely. The fire feels so nice on my bare skin and I'm not hot any more… oh it really is wonderful, my pet…"
"Lena… Lena, are you really naked…?"
"Of course I am, Sharon. Here, give me your hand." The dark-haired Alvaro woman took the young American girl's hand and guided it slowly over the bare flesh of her thigh, upward over the satiny smoothness of the flat stomach, and then held it tightly to one perfectly rounded tit for a long moment before releasing it. Her cunt churned with excitement at the electric contact of the other woman's fingers, and she knew she was building to another of her magnificent climaxes. Oh God, this was going to be a satisfying experience! Never had she wanted to completely debauch a young, tender innocent like she wanted to subjugate and convert Sharon Court!
"Do you see, my sweet?" she droned on. "I'm naked… completely naked… just as you should be naked…"
"Yes…" moaned Sharon, completely under the power of the older woman's hypnotic voice, and the drugs working in her body and brain. "Yes… I want to be naked, Lena… help me get naked, Lena, my friend…"
Mark Marlowe, his mouth salivating at the prospect of soon fucking this desirable young American — and at the salacious sight of Lena Alvaro's nakedness so provocatively displayed before his lusting eyes. His prick was already hard in his pants, screaming for release from its encumbering clothing, and he knew he would obey the urgent plea of his manhood in just a few more minutes. But first…
He helped Lena raise the loose, unresisting form of Sharon Court into a sitting position and then held her there while the dark-haired woman deftly hooked her finger through the zipper ring on the front of the culottes and drew it down from throat to abdomen. Mark's breath quickened as he saw the glistening naked flesh of Sharon's stomach, the way her breasts spilled over the uplifting half-bra, the flimsy panties encasing the soft pulsating mound of her womanhood.
Lena slid to the floor, grasping the bottoms of the culottes and drawing them hurriedly down and off, so that Sharon now sat in nothing but the thin, filmy undergarments. With quick expertise, the evil older woman unfastened the bra snaps, pulling the garment away and allowing the rich, firm, milky white splendor of the American girl's breasts to be exposed to the lewd gaze of the Lord of Marlowe Manor, the exquisite nipples and aureoles distended and seeming to pulse as if with a life of their own atop the snowy hills. Then Lena's fingers dipped down to the band of Sharon's briefs, and as Mark gently guided the young girl's hips up off the couch, Lena drew the panties down and tossed them with the discarded culottes. Sharon Court, like Lena, was at last naked, completely defenseless with all her charms exposed before the hungrily devouring eyes of the two older people.