The evil conversation lashed the tortured mind of her husband still more. How Goddamn innocent had he been? Neal moaned to himself. She's been fucked by others, by God knew how many others! Neal viewed the nightmarish orgy in distant uncomprehension. Sharon, his wife, getting fucked by a wild ape in front of all these others! He had never dreamed of such depravity — and what he had thought to be his sweet, puritanical wife was at the very core of it! His brain reeled with insanity.
God damn her! God damn her to hell! He had to punish her! He had to strike out and soothe the misery of his soul — and the only way he could, the only way he wanted to, was by joining in the lewd pillaging of her body, to take her and extract his vengeance by fucking her too, like the hot little whore she really was!
"Get off me! Get off me, you bitch!" he screamed at Lena, and mercilessly wrenched the panting woman from around him and throwing her to the floor.
"Neal!" she wailed plaintively, and tried to grab his leg, but the husband was already leaping to the bed, brushing aside Rodney Alvaro with a cuffing blow.
"I'm going to fuck you!" he yelled at his wife. "Do you hear me?"
"Ohhhh!" moaned Sharon, as his words penetrated her near insensate mind. "Neal! Oh my God, Neal, it's you!"
"Damn right it's your husband, you fucking whore!" He could contain himself no longer, and he kneeled in front of her face, unmindful of the crazed hairy form pumping with grunting frenzy but scant inches away. Neal held his extended cock in front of his wife's face. "Eat it! Eat my cock! Suck me off while you're getting fucked — if you can!"
A low, dragging moan came from Sharon's lips as she realized through her fogged mind that her husband had discovered her secret, that she was now barren of the last vestige of her pride. She reached out one hand and guided Neal's cock to her waiting lips, turning her face so that she could get all of his penis — a penis which up until now she had puritanically avoided having near her mouth.
Neal Court swung his head from side to side and he rammed his cock to its hilt into his wife's wide-stretched mouth.
Sharon wanted to be ripped apart by the twin cocks in her. She wanted to die with the mortification and humiliation and utter despondency that filled her, but as she sucked her husband's cock greedily, tugging at it with hollowed cheeks and running her tongue with swirling abandon over its pumping head and shaft, great huge waves of delicious feeling raced through her instead. She was enjoying the carnality of man and beast inside her! Her entire body was like an expanding balloon, growing — growing — ready to burst into a thousand pieces, sandwiched between two poles of hardened male flesh, one kneeling beside her face, the other with its animal penis grinding deep around in her cunt, and both driving themselves to the point of no return, where they would shoot their hot scalding sperm deep up inside her.
"Harder! Harder, fuck my cock harder, you little bitch!" her husband yelled, and fell into a babbling frenzy of curses which he rained over his wife's bobbing head in a desperate attempt to empty both his aroused physical needs and his tortured mental anguish into her.
Sharon sucked wildly; she was cock filled again, her body was being invaded, and the debauch seemed to drive away the horror of her position. This was all that was real now, there was nothing else as the rising spiral of her impending climax came crescendoing to her befuddled ears. She screwed her buttocks back against the ape's pistoning prick like a demon-bitch with distemper, and saliva dripped from her ovalling lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned in muffled passion around her husband's surging cock. "Mmmmmmmmmm!"
Great hot floods of juices began throbbing from the walls of her vagina and streamed out in gushes over the cock and balls of the animal fucking her and down between the widespread crevice of her buttocks. She splayed her legs high in the air and as wide apart as they could go to give Rajah's still pistoning cock greater access, and she thrust her loins back at the animal with brutal force. Her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her lungs as though she had been hit in the stomach with a fist. She quivered as the peak of orgasm blasted her almost senseless.
Her jealously maddened husband sensed her climax and drove his cock deep down her throat. He could feel the hot surge of his own cum begin in his pulsing balls and then race headlong down the length of his penis and spew wildly into the depths of her mouth, filling her so that in spite of her swallowings, there was a lewd overflow of the white, creamy semen which ran down her cheek and matted in her flailing blonde hair.
The jungle brute, Rajah, suddenly began to froth around his thick, rubbery lips, and his narrow, marble eyes glazed over and unintelligible gruntings came from his mouth. He jerked forward and his giant penis spit its hot alien sperm deep into the clasping, pink cunt. Neal watched in fascination as his wife's buttocks began contracting heavily and uncontrollably, signalling the orgastic upheaval deep down in her womb. Thick, white seminal fluid cascaded from the flowered lips of her lust-tightened vagina, squeezing and milking the cock of the grunting ape, forming thin trails of viscid liquid which ran obscene rivulets down her spastically flexing thighs. And then the rapidly deflating cock of the great beast slipped wetly from her ravaged passage, and Rajah began to back off from between the legs of the young woman, his needs satiated for the moment.
But it was still not enough for the drugged, totally demoralized young woman. She grunted out the last of her orgasm while demoniacally bucking her beautiful body upwards. Neal clenched his eyes tightly shut, some form of sanity returning now that he had creamed wildly in her mouth. He looked down at his lust-crazed blonde wife and tears of humiliation washed down his cheeks.
"Oh… Neal, darling, love me. Fuck me now… I want more, more…" whimpered Sharon Court. The ache that was her love for this man was ready to burst her heart. But she couldn't stop herself from her crazed desire now, a lusting, carnal lover of the flesh; Lord Marlowe, the Alvaros, Wafto, and the ape, Rajah, had all played their parts too well. The defilement of the lovely innocent wife had been too thorough, too depraved for any reconciliation with all the tenderness she and her husband had shared in the past.
Neal closed his eyes and a wracking sob choked his throat, and he tenderly placed a hand on her fevered brow. His spirit was totally crushed by the horrible experience. Sadness hung heavy in the pall of the sexual aftermath.
Rajah was in one corner now, happily eating his diet of fruits and vegetables, his animal mind oblivious to the scene that he in part had caused. Wafto was with him, the prideful keeper of the trained beast, his lecherous mind uncaring as to what he had himself partially created.
Marlowe looked at Neal Court and Sharon. "Go on, Neal," he urged in a whisper. "Fuck her like she asks. Get down there and join in the fun. Or take Lena, like before. She's hell on wheels. We've got a long night of fun and games ahead of us."
"Right," Rodney Alvaro urged him. "Go on; your wife wants you to fuck her."
"Please, Neal… please fuck me."
But the others hadn't taken into account the true effects such a scene as he had witnessed would have on the young husband. Or perhaps not enough potion had been fed him, for different human bodies have different reactions and the drug had worn off Neal before he was quite a convert to the lewd and debauched way of life at Marlowe Manor. Or perhaps it was that no manner of persuasion would have worked on the man, that he was too strong for their wiles. Whatever the case, Neal Court looked up and around at the glittering, lusting eyes of his tormentors, and said quietly, "No."
There was a stunned silence. Neal climbed down off the bed, his head bent with sorrow and didn't even look back at the bed where lay his hungrily writhing wife.