Roger Fitzgerald

The Hollywood swappers

CHAPTER ONE

Lisa Radwin could not believe how much pain she was feeling despite the luxurious Bel-Air surroundings in which she now lived. As she sat in the round redwood Japanese tub in her yard, with birds chirping all around her, with ripe oranges on some trees and bright red berries on others, she thought that truly southern California was as close to paradise as anyone could ever know. Then why, oh why, did she feel like crying. The sky was a brilliant turquoise and, though the air was cool, the sun felt deliciously warm, and it was hard for the Pennsylvania-bred young woman to believe that it was February. It was heaven… and she felt like hell.

The water in the tub was sensuously warm and the Jacuzzi heads sent whirlpools of water into the hidden crevices of her voluptuous young body. Stretching her smooth arms up above her beautiful blonde head and stiffening her long, well-formed legs against the redwood sides, she raised her slender body halfway out of the water and allowed the gentle breeze and the warm sun to play on her belly. Her skin stretched tautly against her rib cage, further accentuating the curves that ran from her proud shoulders down to the slight jut of her pelvis that pointed out softly near the crest of her slender hips. It had taken her a long time and much assurance from her husband Charles that she had total and utter privacy in their yard, for Lisa to feel free enough to enjoy her body outdoors like this. Lisa had been the most beautiful girl in the small town where she was raised, and had always been very modest about her body, understanding that it gave her a great deal of power over men, yet knowing too that she was too unsophisticated to really handle it.

As she settled back down into the warm whirling water, her thoughts began to wander to their plans for tonight. She was very excited about this evening, for she and Charles had been invited to dine with their neighbors, Rachel and Don Carpenter, one of Hollywood's most celebrated couples. Lisa and Charles had moved to their Bel-Air home only a few weeks ago, and, though it was all like a dream come true, Lisa had been feeling a bit lonely.

Los Angeles was so different from her hometown and even from New York City, where she had worked as a secretary for Charles at United International Film, until they realized they were in love and Charles fired – then married – her. At first Charles had been merely one of their staff of lawyers until Farley Greendawn, the Chairman of the Board, realized that Charles had a brilliant talent for producing. They groomed him for awhile in New York and then, having rented this Bel-Air mansion for them, sent Charles out to Hollywood.

Yet, despite the incredible success and the luxury in which they now lived, Lisa was not actually happy. She was bored and lonely and she missed terribly the sense of excitement she had known in New York. Of course, when Charles was courting her life had been too wonderful for words… a constant whirl of parties and shows and romantic dinners in the best restaurants. But now, Charles was so busy with his work, she hardly ever saw him. He had been working twelve to eighteen hours a day on the first picture that would be his sole responsibility – a remake of Gone with the Wind starring Jack Nicholson and Fay Dunaway. And when he came home from the studio he was usually so exhausted that he could only eat dinner and fall into bed. Lisa had tried her best to reconcile herself to this state of affairs, but despite the lush surroundings, she found herself yearning for the exciting days when they'd first been married, when everything was new and wonderful. She yearned for those days – could it have been only a few months ago? – and was beginning to fear that they were gone forever.

Suddenly, her thoughts were broken by the loud ringing of the telephone on the patio. She muttered a little curse under her breath, having forgotten once again, to bring the phone on its long cord out to the tub, then lifted herself quickly out, throwing a large orange towel around her and hurried to the phone.

"Hello…"

"Hello, Mrs. Radwin… This is Mrs. Lucas…" Mrs. Lucas was Charles' secretary, a gray-haired middle-aged woman who had been with United International since the golden age of Hollywood in the thirties. "Charles asked me to call you to say that he couldn't join you at dinner tonight… the first rushes of the film are in, and we'll be screening them pretty late… He says you should just go on yourself and have a good time…"

Suddenly Lisa, who rarely got angry, was furious. "Why couldn't he call me himself?" she almost screamed into the phone, feeling almost as if she'd been slapped in the face by her husband.

"Oh, dear, Mrs. Radwin… I'm afraid it would have been impossible… Mr. Greendawn is out from New York, and your husband has been tied up in meetings all day…"

"Thank you… I-I didn't mean to yell at you."

"That's all right dear… now you go on to your party and have a good time – and take it from me, if I may be personal for a moment – your husband loves you very much… I can tell… I've been around a long time, honey."

"T-thank you, Mrs. Lucas… Goodbye."

With tears in her eyes, Lisa hung up the phone, and went inside the house to dress.

CHAPTER TWO

Rachel and Don Carpenter were one of the few actress-actor marriages in Hollywood that had actually managed to last. They realized early on in their marriage, that they were almost emotionally identical and a perfect match. Yet they both also had more than averagely active libidos, and knew that for each of them to have a free sex life was no threat at all to their marriage.

Now they sat alongside their pool, sharing a small pitcher of martinis. Rachel sat on a deck chair, a white bikini setting off her deeply tanned body. At thirty-eight, she looked every bit as good as the younger Lisa, but her own self-criticism and fear of growing older sometimes blinded her to the fact. Her thick black wavy hair set off her strikingly beautiful face – a face that had graced the covers of movie magazines for almost two decades, and her body was voluptuous as the day she had won a beauty contest in Corpus Christi and was sent, as first prize, for a Hollywood screen-test. Millions of men in this country and all around the world would have left their jobs and their wives for a chance to get Rachel Carpenter in the sack for just one night.

"She's juicier than these orange trees," the famous beauty said. "Do you think she's ripe for plucking?"

Don Carpenter, whose once classically handsome face had now settled into the deeper crags and furrows of middle age, was still an attractive man. He had aged, but aged well, aged into a look of distinction. He laughed now. "Have I ever been wrong about a woman before?" he asked. "I tell you, she's been so neglected by her ambitious young husband that there won't be any trouble at all. And even if there is. I can change her mind. After all… Farley Greendawn owes me a favor… a bigger one than just keeping Charles Radwin detained for an evening. Shit – he'd still be sitting in a Mexican jail for murder if I hadn't fixed it with that senorita's family… What a butcher that abortionist was! And Greendawn holds all the cards for young Charles Radwin… Yes, sweetheart – one way or another, we'll be getting her hot little body between the sheets."

"I suppose, darling, we can count on that fatal charm of yours," his beautiful wife answered with a slight tone of sarcasm.

"With the right treatment, she'll probably be as easy as you were," he said with a smile.

"That was twenty years ago, my dear."

"You bitch!" he cried… and laughed at the same time. "You know I've improved with age like good wine… Shit… I can show her one hell of a lot more than that ambitious prick she's married to."

"Well darling… personally I look forward to that ambitious prick pulsing right up in my pussy… You saw him that time they came over for drinks… He couldn't take his eyes off me… and was doing everything he could to keep from breathing hard… Christ, we could've made it right then."

"My, you are eager, aren't you?"

"Jealous?"

"A little, perhaps, but I always am – for a moment at least. But that doesn't last longer than it takes me to get into the sack with your lovers' wives."

Don took another sip of his martini. "I wonder how she's going to react when I tell her you have to study for a part and that I'll take her out to dinner alone."

"Good luck, love… I'm going to take a nice long bath and get ready for the evening. There's a lovely little orgy out in Topanga to keep me from getting bored."

Rachel stood up and Don eyed his wife's tanned voluptuousness as she walked back into the house. God! It was a natural wonder, like the redwood trees, how that woman's body stayed so beautiful through the years.

***

Lisa had been upset at the news that Charles would be working late and she had been indulging in Bloody Marys since the phone call. When Don Carpenter knocked at the door she was already more than a little tipsy.

"Hi, darling," Don smiled as the front door opened. "Your leading man has just arrived."

"Wonderful," Lisa said. She hadn't been in Hollywood long enough yet for the magic of famous faces to have worn off. And every time she saw Don Carpenter, whose face, cut from fan magazines graced the walls of her teenage bedroom, she couldn't help but feel a wonderful thrill run through her body. "Would you like a Bloody Mary?" she asked.

"Sounds great…"

"Say… where's Rachel?"

Don sank down in a chair… "Well, she has a script she has to learn for tomorrow – and they want her at the studio at 6am for makeup – so she couldn't make dinner tonight. But I didn't want to have our evening ruined, so I'll take you and Charles out to diner…"

Lisa laughed as she poured Don Carpenter his drink. "Well, Charles is working late tonight too, I'm afraid… maybe we should just do this another night."

"Nonsense… I have no desire to sit home tonight and watch Rachel read a script. I'd much rather watch you enjoying a good dinner."

He helped her on with the lynx coat Charles had bought her for her birthday, and together they walked to Don's Mercedes sedan. And as they drove down Sunset Boulevard to the Strip, Lisa's thoughts were centered not upon the aging movie star who sat beside her, but upon her husband Charles and her marriage. Confused and hurt by the call from his secretary this afternoon, she had no idea how to recapture her husband from his work. She decided that she didn't care about the money, about this so-called "glamorous" life, about anything. As a teenager, she would have given anything to be seated beside Don Carpenter driving down Sunset Strip in Hollywood, but the reality of it now showed those dreams to be the dreams of childhood, not the powerful emotional reality of adult life. All she wanted was her husband back. He had been a stranger for too long, she thought almost desperately.

Was it possible that in the months since their marriage she was losing, or perhaps had already lost her sex appeal? Her mind searched every avenue trying to discover the real cause for her husband's neglect. Of course, Carpenter's career was very important to him – but still, that didn't seem to be reason enough for his neglect of her. Her ears wore deaf to Don Carpenter's continuous flow of words as they drove along the Strip. Laura was oblivious to the bright lights and the traffic, and her mind was already fogged by too many Bloody Marys.

Perhaps, she thought, Charles took her for granted. Perhaps she could make him jealous, and then he would have to pay attention to her. It certainly wouldn't be hard. She wouldn't have to do anything. She could be secretive about her night out with Don when Charles asked her how dinner went. There could be no harm in that.

She smiled and sat a little straighter, adjusting an imaginary out-of-place hair on her head. After all, Don wouldn't mind being used… especially if he didn't know about it.

Lisa had never even flirted with the idea of being unfaithful to Charles. She was more in love with her husband than any man she had ever known. But now, to her liquor-fogged brain, the idea of making Charles jealous seemed like a good one. She turned her attention to the famous man behind the steering wheel. I wonder, she thought, how he is to Rachel in bed. It was a question the entire movie-going population of the United States had asked themselves at one time or another.

"Oh," she said out loud, amazed that she could have had such a lewd thought. Never in her life had she any ideas relating to other people's sex life. It had always been a private thing, not to be discussed or even thought of.

"What was that for?" Don asked her.

"Oh, nothing," Lisa stammered. "I-I forgot to turn the living room light out." She was embarrassed to talk with him after picturing him in bed with Rachel, but somehow she couldn't get the thought out of her head. She even wondered how he might be with her, how he might please her. She fought to purge the images from the back of her head, but they persisted, until suddenly, she hiccuped from the embarrassment.

Don laughed. "How many of those Bloody Marys did you drink before before we left?" he asked. "More than your share I'll bet. Do you feel like continuing?"

"Of course, I want to." Lisa took a deep breath to calm herself, raising her full, firmly set breasts higher, straining against her dress, unconscious of Don's fixed stare at her upthrust breasts. For nearly a minute she imprisoned the air in her lungs, while her face reddened under her light makeup.

Then, feeling more relaxed, she casually crossed her legs and smiled at Don. But his eyes had traveled down to her smooth, bare, tanned legs, for without realizing it she had exposed the soft firm flesh of her upper thighs. Don could hardly keep his eyes on the road while he watched her put her head down between her open knees and inhale another deep breath. Her sensuously tanned thighs invited him to touch them, and it was all he could do to restrain himself and keep his hands on the wheel.

Lisa was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, but was no longer paranoid or worried about the direction of her thoughts. In fact, she was experiencing a kind of bravado and daring that was quite new to her. She became aware of Don Carpenter's sidelong glances in her direction, and enjoyed having him look at her legs. It couldn't hurt anything, and besides, she half giggled to herself, she was titillated by the cool air from the vents blowing up between her opened thighs and gently caressing the softness of her panty-covered pubic mound.

She had a smile on her face as she lifted her head up and exhaled. "Ooooooh… I feel fine now," she said, waiting a moment to be sure. She purposely left her skirt high on her daringly exposed thighs. She wasn't ashamed of feeling slightly excited, if it was only in thought. That much couldn't hurt anything.

"Here, have a little of this," Don said, pulling a thin hand-rolled cigarette from his sport shirt pocket and lighting it with the car lighter.

Lisa instantly recognized the sweet and pungent odor of marijuana. She had tried it once or twice at parties in New York, but was sure she didn't get high. Now, however, feeling bold and, more importantly, daring, she took several deep drags on the joint.

Then stubbing out the joint in the ashtray, he made a sharp right turn into the driveway of Dino's Lodge.

"Hey…" exclaimed Lisa… "Isn't this where…?"

"Right… where Kookie combed his hair… you must have been just a little girl when that show was on."

She grinned. "Yeah… but I think he was the first crush I ever had."

"That's why I decided to take you here… One of Hollywood's landmarks."

It was dark and somehow richly sensual in the restaurant, and she slid into a curved booth beside Don. The marijuana was beginning to take effect, but she refused to recognize it at first, though when the waiter brought the menus, making a great fuss about Don's presence, she could barely read the offering, and let Don make all the decisions for her.

When their dinner arrived, she began to wolf her food down with a voraciousness that was completely uncharacteristic of the demure young wife.

"Tastes good, huh?" Don asked.

"Great," she answered, hardly looking up from her meal.

"You're stoned," he said and smiled.

Then Lisa giggled uninhibitedly. She was… for the first time in her life she knew what it meant to be stoned… and it was wonderful!

"Better than a lonely dinner at home waiting for Charles to show up," he said.

"W-what." His bold frankness took her by surprise.

"Well, it's probably none of my business, but I can't help but get the idea that your husband doesn't pay as much attention to you as you'd like. I wasn't too surprised that you'd been drinking when I arrived at your house tonight. I've been hitting the bottle a bit myself, because of Rachel… So I know how you feel."

Lisa listened to him, feeling the warmth of his breath as he talked to her. He had moved closer so she could hear him over the pounding music. She suddenly felt very closer to this rugged yet gentle man. They were sharing an experience and she felt a kinship that only shared loneliness and a few puffs of marijuana can bring.

"I didn't know, Don. I thought you and Rachel were a perfect couple. Why even the gossip columnists talk about how successful your marriage is."

"Oh, we're good actors, Lisa. But its been years since we've really gotten along. We haven't even been to bed together in the last year… separate bedrooms."

Lisa was shocked. "I-I had no idea. Here I've been brooding about my life and I'm in heaven compared to you." She leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately.

Don smiled in the dim, reddish candlelight. It was going to be even easier than he thought. "Is it all right to ask what's wrong between you and Charles?" he ventured.

"I'd tell you if I knew," Lisa said. "But I don't. I thought it was his work, but even on the weekends he's too busy for me. The phone never stops ringing, and the meetings are endless. I feel like I'm losing my sex appeal."

"Nonsense," Lisa's famous neighbor said. "There isn't a man in his right mind who wouldn't want to take you to bed right now."

"Don, you're so kind."

His movement closer to her was imperceptibly smooth, and he put his arm around her as if protectively. The marijuana's effect was in full power, and as his body touched hers, Lisa felt as if their blood was coursing together and their hearts were beating with one pulse.

Her voluptuous breasts were strained through her dress against his side and because she wore no brassiere, the taut nipples nearly pierced the thin, sheer material as she turned three-quarters to him. Charles insisted she go braless, saying that bras weakened the pectoral muscles, and he was right, she thought, as she felt her tingling breasts crush harder against Don's strong body. She could feel his muscular thigh against her own, and a light dampness eased its way from her trembling vagina to the rosy pink lips of her pussy. She had never felt like this just sitting next to someone before. There seemed to be no explanation for the fire that was beginning to build deep inside her, and she tried tentatively to pull away from Don. Making Charles jealous was a good plan, but she certainly didn't want to go too far.

But her neighbor had other plans. He knew the marijuana he'd given her was affecting Lisa as it was affecting him, and instead of allowing her to move away he tightened his grip around her slender waist and pulled her tighter to him on the banquette. And, even though afraid, Lisa felt a kind of comfort in his strong arms. Her drug-weakened body pressed involuntarily to him as though she suddenly had lost all control over it.

The young wife closed her eyes, trying to shut out the images of her own imagination, but of course it was to no avail. Lisa's mind was starting to play sexual fantasies somewhere deep within her, and, unbelievably, her body was responding. She could feel her heaving breast crushed against the side of Don's chest, with only the thin veneer of light clothing between his hirsute manliness and her tautly aroused nipples.

The atmosphere, the liquor, and the marijuana had become too much for the helpless young woman. She opened her eyes, and at the same time, almost unconsciously, began swaying her body ever so subtly to the music that was softly playing in the background. She felt free, alive. She was in a sexual fantasy world all her own, wanting and needing a man. Her drug-dazed loins were on fire and for the first time in months she felt like a woman! She was a woman!

Lisa looked at Don Carpenter, her eyes full of admiration for the famously handsome profile. For the moment, he was hers… her man… and she was his woman!

The fire up between her spasming thighs grew hotter as she imagined them in a bed, ready for each other, ready to receive his manhood in her open, warmly waiting body. Suddenly, Don pulled her still closer, and kissed her brutally in the semi-darkness of Dino's, crushing her lips against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat.

Oh my God! she thought. What is happenings! The shock of her famous neighbors' sudden kiss forced its way into her aroused and drugged brain, turning her to ice as she came abruptly to her senses. She had wanted the kiss, had needed it desperately, but she knew it was wrong, horribly wrong.

"No, Don…" she managed to say breathlessly. She struggled to free herself from his powerful hold, realizing that she had been excited and aroused beyond the danger point.

"Please… let's go," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to go home."

CHAPTER THREE

Once inside the Mercedes, Lisa closed her eyes and leaned back against the headrest. She was tired… so tired…

When she opened her eyes again, she realized they had driven way past the gates to Bel-Air and were traveling at great speed down the Pacific Coast Highway. Before she had gotten her bearings, Don had made a left turn and was driving past the gates of Malibu Colony.

"I thought you'd like to see our beach house," Don said matter-of-factly, as he got out of the car. They walked to the other side and opened her door, holding his hand for her to grasp as she nearly stumbled from the interior of the automobile. "It's just so beautiful out here at night… especially with this full moon… look at the way it shimmers so silvery on the water… all the diamonds Liz Taylor owns can't sparkle like that."

Lisa was still dazed from her nap and silently followed him into the moonlit house. The wall facing the sea was made entirely of glass and the moon shown in making it unnecessary to turn on the lights. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to her that Don should put his arms around her tiny waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the magnificence of the ocean before them. In fact, she felt strangely at home in his arms. For a moment, the guilt returned, but it was swept away in an instant as Don slowly lifted his arms, positioning his hands at the fullness of her quivering breasts. At first Lisa jumped at his electric touch, but then her still-marijuana drugged mind and body gave themselves over entirely to the comforting, relaxing sensations his hands were giving her.

Don smiled as he felt all resistance flow out of his helpless victim. He could feel the taut nipples of her voluptuous breasts pulsating eagerly beneath the thin material of her light dress. The cool air and events of the night had kept them almost hard since they had been seated side by side at Dino's Lodge, and his expert ministrations urged them on.

Lisa's head lolled back without resistance against his shoulder as he urgently massaged her softly resilient flesh. She put her hands over his, entwining the fingers.

"Oooooooooh, Don," she murmured softly, her aroused body shifting with the movements of his hands, pulsing with the undulations of the waves in the ocean before them. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought of the man she had vowed to love, honor, and obey. Only the gentle urging of his hands manipulating her tingling flesh into the white-hot heat of desire.

Cupping her hands over his, she started to turn, but Don took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching the full length, and looked at each other. He's so good, she thought. So gentle. Nothing he could do would be wrong… nothing… The rock-hard bulge in Don's trousers twitched lewdly against her smoothly flat belly, and she felt the dampness between her legs renewed as her thoughts suddenly envisioned what the huge swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her love-starved cunt. There was no turning back now. It had been too long… much too long. And almost eagerly she let Don draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.

Her lips pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat, and the drug she had unwittingly consumed made his touch seem Godlike. She felt as if she were in a strange erotic movie where passion and an all consuming desire mattered above all else…

They stood motionless as Don pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew she was ready, but she surprised him by how ready she was.

"Oh, please," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Let's make love, Don." Her words were those of a woman who hungered for escape from the fears that plagued her insecure life. She was afraid of being alone, afraid of being unloved, and her words surprised her as much as they did Don, but she did not try to take them back. She had said them, and she somehow, through the honesty of her alcohol and marijuana-dimmed mind, knew she wanted him. The drug had taken complete control of her mind and body and nothing else in the world mattered.

Don Carpenter laughed triumphantly to himself and led his young neighbor, trance-like, into the bedroom of the beach house, never releasing his hold on her rock-hard nipples.

Lisa felt her conscience shouting at her as she sank down onto the soft bed and lay gently back trembling, her legs slightly parted and waiting to be taken. And, in spite of her desire, she was somewhat afraid: it was all new to her and for all practical purposes, she felt like a virgin. No man had ever touched her except her husband, but now he seemed like only a dream. Everything was so unreal. She couldn't stop her brain from whirling around crazily, and each movement of arms and legs and bodies as the couple came together in a fiery embrace was slow motion, preplanned, unhindered by inhibition.

Lisa felt her neighbor's legs tangle in hers, pressing hard against her velvety thighs as his moist tongue pursued a course under her throat and down her bare chest to the voluptuous valley between her youthfully firm breasts, and she reveled in his touch. No man had touched her for a month. No lips had tried to caress her breasts as these were doing. She felt him slip the straps of her dress over her tanned shoulders and pull the top lower until suddenly her quiveringly erect nipples were free in the air, free to be touched and tantalized.

"Oooooooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." The young wife spread her well-tanned thighs farther apart so that she could feel the fullness of his strong body pressing heavily against the wetness between her legs. She felt him grasp her wrist as he pulled her hand down to his throbbingly erect penis, and she voluntarily stroked the incredibly massive muscle that was trying to free itself from the imprisonment of his clothing. She rubbed softly at first, then harder, hearing Don groan in appreciation. For a moment she stopped as he half rose and stripped her dress from her body.

Don halted long enough to look down in the dim moonlight at the sleekly sensuous curves of the woman who lay beneath him. There was no flaw, no blemish. He could see the shadowy triangle of soft golden pubic hair beneath the white silk of the bikini panties she wore, and he tugged at them until she lifted her hips to ease their removal.

While he hurriedly undressed himself, Lisa lay hypnotically back, watching, waiting as his straining cock sprang free from his shorts. It was as large as any she had ever imagined – even when she had been stroking it she had not thought it would be as large as this. Charles was nothing compared to the giant of a man that kneeled on the bed beside her now, and a shiver of lewd anticipation rippled through the young woman again as she thought of his erect cock's pleasure-giving thickness grinding around deep up inside her warm moist belly.

For a long moment, the famous movie star knelt about the young wife's trembling form, his breath coming in quick and excited gasps. Then he fell upon her, ravaging the softness of her naked flesh with passionate kisses, his massive cock pressed hard against the outside of her squirming thigh, its heated length searing into her tortured nerves. She writhed against him, trying to get him to change his position, but he was the leader, and ran his hand quickly down her sides and across the soft silken mound at the base of her helpless belly. She could feel his fingers grope for a moment, spreading the softness of her silken pubic hair, and then, finding the smooth fleshy slit between her legs, suddenly slip into place and begin gently massaging her already swollen clitoris.

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped. It had been a long, so long, and now, now she was going to be taken by another man, by none other than the movie star hero of her teenage years – by Don Carpenter himself! Forcing all thoughts of guilt from her mind, she lifted her hips to meet his lewdly insinuating finger and increase the pressure against her neglected womanhood.

"Put it in," she begged. "Please put it in."

Don responded by swiftly slipping his middle finger into her hungrily open vagina, and pushing deeply, expertly.

"Ooooooohhhhh," she sighed as he began to rotate it around up inside her warmly seeping passage in large circles, caressing the softly fleshy walls of her burning cunt with a maddening thoroughness she had never known before.

"Ooooooh, God, Don…" she groaned through her tightly pressed lips. Then he slipped another finger into the open passage.

"How do you like that?" he asked gently, knowing he was driving the helpless girl out of her mind.

"Oh, yes, please, more!" she sighed, sucking in her breath from the excruciating pleasure he was bonging her.

Don moved his fingers back and forth inside her, like a small child walking with his fingers. Lisa closed her eyes and pumped her aching loins upward again and again. Her vaginal opening had tightened from so little use, but now it seemed to flower open farther and farther as his obscenely probing fingers excited her to greater and greater heights, vanquishing all the ugly frustration of the last few months.

"Please," she murmured, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Take me now, Don, please! I can't stand it any more!"

"Yes, now!" the burly actor hissed, then guided his massive cock up between her widespread legs and against the tightly pleading opening of her desire-inflamed cunt. He probed for a moment, teasing the softly hair-lined lips and feeling the enticingly tender flesh beneath him open wider. "Oooooooh, ooooo!" Lisa cried as she felt the bulbous head slip wetly inside her sex-starved vagina, worming slowly into her yearning passage and filling her with all the hardened male flesh she could stand. Her lust-incited senses completely controlled her as her famous neighbor thrust his pulsating cock deeper and deeper up into her spastically heaving belly. "Oh, more, more!" she cried aloud, kicking her legs open wider around his pistoning body to take him as deep as she could up between them.

Don was surprised at her fury, and her lust-abandoned moans excited him further. He stopped for a moment, his great shaft of blood-engorged flesh sunk inside her to the hilt, his sperm-filled balls brushing lightly against the softly rounded moons of her smooth buttocks. He watched as she thrashed her head from side to side, her mouth open, tears of wild, erotic pleasure in her eyes.

"Please, Don, please, give it to me!!"

And the lust-swollen member inside her began to stroke slowly in and out between her helplessly trembling thighs, a few inches only at first. Out for an inch or two then slipping wetly back inside again as Don took control of himself. He wanted this to last; he wanted Charles Radwin's wife to remember this for the rest of her life!

Lisa groaned as she felt the maddening movement caressing the moistened walls of her fully dilated cunt. She lifted her trembling knees higher and her tensed buttocks strained up off the bed, her hungrily throbbing vagina reaching violently up for Don Carpenter's white hot rod of flesh as it began to increase its maddening pitch. In perfect control, Don guided his massively straining cock, with merciless precision, lengthening each stroke a fraction of an inch more with each grinding thrust. Charles Radwin's wife groaned beneath him and settled into the rhythm, meeting his driving pelvis with her own moistly contracting cunt, tormented beyond her wildest dreams.

Her insides felt as though they were about to burst. With each stroke the brilliant strobe-like flashes in her mind intensified. She thrust upward, harder and harder, trying to fill herself completely with his licentiously pulsing hardness. Never had such a great cock filled her, never had she known such excitement. The marijuana Don had given her intensified every feeling until she thought she would go insane.

Lisa dug her nails into his hard-driving buttocks, and her lover's hands grasped at her soft flesh, nearly pulling it from her. The pain of his strong grip heightened her torturous pleasure, and every inch of her body caught on fire with dancing electric shocks snaking their way at the speed of light through her helplessly writhing young body, throwing her into a nether world beyond the reality of the world outside, concentrating her entire being on the unbelievable sensations the man above her was giving her.

Her buttocks began to tighten orgasmically, the muscles grasping at the monstrous cock driving into her and flexing desperately around it. Her tiny anus puckered foward again and again, and she tried to hold back for a moment longer, making the seconds last. Even in her wild, untamed fury everything was slow motion… each seemed like a minute… the muscles in her cock-filled belly were responding to the call of her clasping buttocks and tingling anus… she was almost there… almost…

A great wave welled up inside her and the first convulsions started lazily, far down in the hidden depths of her quivering belly, and rolled downward like the sea with increasing power until it hit the bottom of her grinding pelvis at her cuntal opening, crashing against her just as Don's pelvic bone crushed into her. The next came faster, snapping like a whip.

"Aaaarrggggghhhhhh! Now! God, I'm cumming now, oh, oh, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnng! Aaaarrrrggghhhhh!!" she moaned out adulterously into the night air.

The twisting young woman jerked up again as her entire being seemed to snap again and again the violent waves of her orgasm crashed through her and she rebounded with them, jerking upward again and again. Her orgasmic juices filled her desperately sucking vaginal passage, lubricating it more and more until the warm liquid sensation was too much for Don to bear. Unable to prolong the delicious sensation, he rose up, throwing his head in circles from side to side.

"Aaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh!" he roared, like an animal about to attack, and the pressure in his heavily swinging balls burst as his white-hot cum erupted from his straining testicles and spurted from his cock-head deep up into her desperately flowering cunt.

Lisa was still cumming when she felt his semen hotly filling her naked belly, adding more fuel to the already unbearable fires of her lust.

"Oh… ooooooohhh, God… oooohhhhhh!" she cried out and her head rolled helplessly from side to side on the squeaking bed as Don fell on top of her completely spent, crushing her with his weight. Her eyes were closed, but her attention was still focused on the furnace within her, still smoldering in the aftermath of her spent passions. Her legs dropped limply as she felt Don's cock soften inside her, and then slip from her wetly satiated cunt with a satisfying plop.

She lay still for awhile, trying to force her mind to stay on the present, on the pleasure she had just experienced, on Don's heavy breathing as he still lay on top of her. But the violence of her orgasm had loosened the hold the liquor and marijuana she'd taken had gained on her, and she became aware of the persistent gnawing that was building up inside her; the gnawing of her repressed conscience.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Hey, baby… wasn't it a good fuck?" Don Carpenter looked at the lovely woman weeping quietly beside him in the bed. Shit, he hated weepers.

The question and its tone so offended Lisa Radwin that the words to answer stuck in her throat for several long moments until, finally, she burst into tears.

"Hey… baby, come on now. It's not like I stole your cherry. You're a grown woman and we had a great time together."

Lisa looked at the clock by the bedside. Eleven. O my God! She wondered if Charles was home yet.

"Listen," Don continued. "I have something that'll make you feel better. You just have the post-amour blues…" He pulled out a small vial from the night table and extracted a large flat white pill with 'Rorer 714' stamped on the surface.

"Will it really make me feel better?" she asked not quite sure whether or not she could trust him.

"Swear to God, Cub Scout's honor, cross my heart and hope to be impotent if it doesn't."

She smiled at his easy good humor as he rose from the bed and pulled on his pants. "Let mix you a nightcap to wash it down – Bloody Mary okay?"

"Oh, thanks Don… That's okay… I'll be all right."

"Nonsense."

He left the room to fix her drink and Lisa quickly jumped from the bed, dressed, and retouched her makeup. No sooner had she finished than Don returned with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Marys and handed Lisa a glass, making her wash down the white pill like a kindly older doctor administering to a young patient. It was a role he had played several years ago in a film called 'Young Doctor Hartley'.

She felt the alcohol begin to relax her almost immediately and she decided to unburden her mind to Don Carpenter.

"Don… I must tell you… this was all a mistake… tonight… a horrible mistake. It must never happen again."

"A mistake? Who are you trying to kid, Lisa? I'm not a college freshman. You practically raped me at Dino's, and you certainly weren't shy once we got to Malibu. Now what the hell is all this mistake business?"

"Don… we were drunk…"

"Oh, shit, baby. What difference does that make… you were as horny as an alley cat."

"Please," Lisa pleaded. "Try to listen. I don't want you to misunderstand. You must believe me. I…"

"Drink up… Don't shake your head. Drink… its good for you." Again he found the Dr. Hartley tone useful.

Lisa obeyed. His tone seemed so paternally authoritative, and she picked up the glass, sipping at the strong drink. She took a big gulp then, and Don smiled.

"Don, I was going to try and make Charles jealous. I wanted to use you. I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean it to go so far. I-I just carried away."

The aging leading man laughed. Use me, he thought. That has got to be the ultimate. She wanted to use me. He couldn't stop laughing.

"What's so funny? What did I say, Don?" His laughter increased to almost a roar. "Stop it! Please stop it!" she screamed, suddenly afraid of him.

Don settled down for a moment, still smiling his lewdly contemptuous smile. Lisa was terrified at the grin on his face, and for the first time since she had known him, she was aware that there was more to his smile than mirth. "Why-why are you laughing at me?" she asked.

"I suppose you could call it a private joke. I've never been used by a woman, baby… never!"

Lisa sipped at her drink. She was beginning to feel slightly dizzy again. The movements in the room were slowing down, and the fire made it much too hot for her. She wanted to hurry and undress upstairs and climb into bed.

"I told you," she said, "I didn't want us to go that far."

"Sure you did. Don't you think for one minute that I'm going to believe you. You work well, and fast. I never saw a woman so eager to fuck."

"Don!" she exclaimed, unable to say anymore. The word had shocked her, but the thought it conjured up only excited her. She could not understand the sudden erection of her nipples as he had said it. She stared down into the blood red of her drink, aware of that same familiar tingling of her body that had led to her earlier loss of control, and she trembled slightly. It couldn't be happening to her again! She couldn't be letting herself be betrayed by her body yet another time! She kept her eyes lowered, hoping that Don hadn't seen the brief shivers that had left her shaking almost imperceptibly as she sat before him.

"Now, don't worry, Lisa," she heard him say. "There's no need for Charles to know about any of this. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and besides, if I told him, that wouldn't be very good for us, would it?"

Lisa looked up quickly into the obscenely smiling face of the man she had worshipped as a teenager, and to whom tonight, she had given her body, and saw at once the full import of what he had said mirrored there with unmistakable clarity.

"You don't mean…" she stammered. "You can't mean you expect this to happen again?"

"Sure, baby. Why not. We're great together… when, and if, we don't turn each other on any more, we can go back to being ordinary neighbors… I mean, come on, grow up – great sex is something to take advantage of, not run away from. Shit… if you were older, you'd understand how hard it is to come by something as great as we were tonight." He rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed. "You've got my kind of hot little cunt baby… and I've got all the cock you could ever ask for."

Lisa gasped at the purposefully shocking language he was using, and then stood up abruptly, moving angrily toward the window. "There is no need to talk like that," she said staring out at the moonlit sea.

"Oh, dear… such a sweet little innocent… bitch…"

Lisa whirled to face Don Carpenter, stunned and totally confused by the abrupt change of manner.

"You're not going to play Shirley Temple with me, baby… not for a minute. You loved every minute of what happened tonight, just like I knew you would… and now you…"

"Like you knew I would?" Lisa repeated, a sudden chill growing in her breast.

Don paused, looking up at her, and then his face broke into a large, confident grin.

"That's right, sugar," he said with sadistically quiet emphasis. "Like I knew you would." He watched as Lisa sank back down on the bed, dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of his surprising revelation. He saw her small mouth working helplessly around the unspeakable question. "How did I know? Very simple. I could tell you hadn't been getting any from your husband in a long time, but that was only enough to put you in the right frame of mind. You needed a little help to go all the way, and you swallowed some of that help just a few minutes ago."

Don couldn't help laughing out loud as Lisa's eyes slowly left his, and came to rest on the mound between her thighs, which was once again beginning to tingle with excitement.

"Yes, my sexy little neighbor, those wonderful, wonderful white pills…"

Lisa gasped audibly as she suddenly realized what Don had done to her…

"You… you… bastard!" she cried out. "Get out! Get out of my house… get out…" she was almost hysterical.

Don ignored her spluttering and calmly reached over to pour himself a refill of the Bloody Mary, and used it to wash one of the white pills down his own throat.

"Now calm down, darling," he finally said. "Calm down…"

Don looked at his neighbor's distraught young wife, at the sexy swirls of her long blonde hair as it tumbled in alluring disarray across her perspiring forehead, at her heaving breasts and turgid nipples so clearly outlined under the thin material of her dress, and smiled.

"I wouldn't grin if I were you," she told him. "Because I'm going to tell Charles… I'm going to tell him everything…"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Don said.

"And why not?" she asked, feeling more confident having made the decision to confess.

"I don't think you'll tell him because if you do… I can see that he winds up on the street chasing ambulances for a living…"

"How could you… you're just bragging now, you phony…"

"Oh really… let me tell you something… Farley Greendawn owes me a favor… a big favor… and Farley Greendawn owns your husband right now. One word from me and his entire career will go up in a thin puff of smoke."

Lisa felt the room swirl just momentarily as she heard Don Carpenter's words, and tried desperately to compose her face into some semblance of control. But she was trapped and there was no way to hide it. Her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, and she was surprised to find that she wasn't as frightened of that fact as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.

"Do you still want to tell Charles, darling…? How would it feel to move from Bel-Air to a crummy rent-controlled apartment in New York."

"Don…" she started to argue with him, but knew there were no words that would change his mind. "What about Rachel? She'll find out sooner or later."

"You still don't see the whole picture, honey." Don laughed. "Rachel and I have no secrets, my pet. And the only thing she's studying tonight are the contours of some young stud's body. She's at an orgy in Topanga."

Lisa sat motionless as her neighbor lowered himself to the couch beside her. To her horror she also felt a familiar tingling between her locked thighs, a tingling she knew now had come only from the insidious pill she'd been given.

Don continued. "I'm going to see a lot more of you, starting now."

"What do you mean?" the distraught young woman asked, between the soft sobs that were beginning to come from her throat. The shock she had suffered, realizing that he was not the kind of man she had thought, still clouded her mental senses and she could not quite grasp what he wanted.

"You're not stupid, Lisa. Figure it out for yourself."

"You don't mean that you expect this affair to continue…"

"Precisely. You enjoyed it as much as I did… maybe more. We can continue for as long as its good with no trouble from your husband… You're trembling… you're afraid?"

Lisa could not answer. Her voice caught in her throat, and though the room was quite warm, she shivered all over with tiny chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to this horrible monster once. But the thought of making love with him a second time moved another uncontrollable shudder through her helpless body.

"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours, baby, and right now," Don said, grinning lewdly and looking down at Lisa's unconsciously exposed knees. "We're going upstairs… to bed… I don't want to waste those pills."

Lisa recoiled at his words, realizing fully for the first time what he was saying. She had really been drugged by a man with no scruples whatsoever!

All of this had been so premeditated that every detail had been taken care of. Lisa realized that more than a victim of circumstance, she had become a victim of drugs, horrible drugs that took her control away. Aware of the cause, she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion the whole evening. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying earlier, so intriguing.

"Let's go," Don continued. "I don't like to waste time. We're going to screw in your husband's bed. Won't you like that? I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!"

Again the deliberate coarseness of his words caused Lisa to gasp, and yet she knew at the same time that he had a hold on her she couldn't possibly break out of. If she didn't give in to his obscene desires, she knew that he could and would, use his hold over Farley Greendawn to ruin Charles' career. So that while Lisa had no choice but to give herself to her lustfully scheming neighbor in order to protect her husband, she knew full well that it might be to no avail: of course, Charles might somehow find out… Yet there was nothing she could do! She had to submit to Don Carpenter on the chance that Charles would not discover them.

Lisa was helpless as Don pulled her from the bed, turned her around, and unfastened the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties came next, and now she was completely naked as the flaming warmth of the fire licked over the sensitive nerve-endings of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her soft-ripe nipples rose quickly at the sudden exposure to the air, but she stared straight ahead as in a trance as he surveyed her luscious body. In spite of her immobility, she couldn't ignore the unwanted feelings of arousal that were being born of the horrible drug she had unwittingly taken, and she seemed to sense the physical presence of her neighbor's eyes as they traveled over the smooth tanners of her nakedly exposed body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.

Don undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him, his huge penis stiffening now, and swaying lewdly as he stepped toward her. That was the massive organ which had given her so much before, she thought dazedly. A faint dampness began to saved in her velvet-soft vagina, moistening the dark warm passage and softening the already trembling lips of her silken cunt.

"In the bedroom," Don commanded, and Lisa felt her body obeying mechanically. With all the willpower that she could muster, she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud, moving in a dream world, floating with every motion. Then she moaned when, in an almost comical gesture, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her softly trembling pubic mound. The heat of his lips seared lewdly through her, and into the nakedness of her over-stimulated skin… She could feel his tongue wet a small portion of her nakedly exposed flesh, and the goose bumps rose all over her as it brought an involuntary shudder rippling through her exquisite body.

Oh no! I can't do this. Lisa screamed helplessly to herself, and she turned, panic-stricken, to run out of the bedroom. Don followed her quickly, his smile still bright, even in the dim light of the moon. He was a man sure of himself, sure in the knowledge that he could possess this defenseless young woman any way he wished and that no one, particularly she, would stop him. "Get back in there," he said, and Lisa felt powerless to disobey.

Lisa dropped to the edge of the bed and watched him, her eyes open wide and her tortured mind knowing she could retreat no further. There was nowhere else to go… nowhere to escape to… Don teased her sadistically, his lewd grin broadening. "I'm glad you see things my way. If we cooperate, our times together will be most pleasurable for both of us."

Lisa sat on the bed, looking at him in total disbelief. Her gaze was fixed on his eyes, and she clenched her hands desperately into the bedspread.

"I can't do this, Don! I don't care what happens, I can't let you do this!" But her words were quiet and unconvincing and there was no authority and only a minor note of conviction in them. Lisa knew that the speech she was trying to make would do no good. Her body was warmed by a fire of betrayal that was building down between her shaking legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man standing before her, and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.

Don walked toward her, until he stood only a foot from where she sat, and held out his hand to touch the enticing softness of her young breast, teasing a dark brown nipple expertly with his fingers. His massive cock hung waiting like a patient cobra between his legs, soft and heavy.

"You've finished with your childish tantrum, I hope?" he questioned rhetorically, and then pulled her close to his hairy stomach. She could smell the odors from their sexual encounter only a short while before, and her heart began beating faster. "Suck it!" he commanded, pushing her head lower to his waiting penis. "I want it in that pretty little mouth of yours. Suck it!"

Lisa was frightened as she felt her vagina involuntarily fill with more secretions as the obscene though whirled around in her confused mind. She had read of fellatio before, but had never tried it, not even with Charles. It was too awful, too perverse!

"I can't," she groaned pitifully. "Please, Don, don't make me do it. I just can't!"

But the heavy hand on her head pushed her mouth closer to the soft smooth cock-head that hung a few tantalizing inches from her frightened face. Tears flowed from her eyes across her already streaked cheeks to the skin of his muscular abdomen.

"You can, baby, and you will!" Don Carpenter hissed forcefully. "Now suck it!"

Lisa leaned hesitantly forward and brushed her soft lips against the top of his still half-limp cock, moving her unwilling mouth toward the swollen end. The huge bulbous head was terrifying to her, and yet, in spite of her fear, she knew she had to obey. There was no other way. She must obey Don and the new exciting craving which she began to feel form inexplicably deep within her traitorously acquiescing belly.

Her lipstick covered lips opened slightly as she reached out toward her neighbor's massive shaft of flesh, and the soft rubbery head slipped easily into her saliva filled mouth. She was amazed all over again at how large it was, and how well it filled her mouth. She didn't notice it growing at first as she sucked his awakening manliness gently and rubbed her tongue softly at the foreskin. But then it grew more quickly as it filled with pulsing blood, and Lisa's eyes opened wide with alarm as it responded excitedly to her wetly nibbling caresses. But oh, God, it was growing too fast, too big for her mouth! It would choke her!

She started to release her grip on the almost fully erected cock, but Don pulled her head back harder against him. The jerking penis now seemed almost white-hot as it grew to its full size against her swirling tongue, hard and throbbing, and she could feel his quickened pulse as the huge cock-head swelled impassionedly in her mouth. Unable to catch her breath, she gasped, almost choking on the over-sized shaft of male flesh that reached far back into her ravaged throat, but Don kept his firm grip on her head, and she found herself gradually beginning to adjust to the obscene intrusion. Careful not to bite him, lest she incur his wrath, she slowly and deliberately began to suck again, moving her head almost imperceptibly back and forth.

"Use your tongue more, you hot little bitch," he growled down at her, his eyes locked lustfully on the top of her bobbing blonde head as he watched the soft ovalled lips drawing back slowly from his swollen penis, and then sinking back around again as she slid them forward.

Eager to please, Lisa began swirling her tongue around the now fully erect hugeness of his throbbing cock as best she could. Her head moved faster as it slid back and forth along the length of his rock-hard shaft, never allowing it to leave her mouth completely, but always keeping a tiny fraction of an inch inside the shelter of her lips. Don had thrown his head back, no longer holding her head, and was still standing as she sucked him. The wetness of her clasping mouth and the constant sucking had put him into a euphoria and he clenched his muscular buttocks in a rhythmic flexing movement in time with her head as it slid along the length of his hotly aroused cock.

"Hum," he commanded. The single word was enough for Lisa to begin making a humming sound in her throat and nasal passages. She felt completely debauched now. Not only must she suck this horrible man, but she must submit to his even more depraved demands, whatever they might be. Tears filled her eyes as the sound of her humming grew louder in her tortured ears. She wanted to scream, she wanted to stop and run out of her bedroom, out of the world… but it was too late. As she sucked and moved her lips more and more around his blood-engorged hardness, a new feeling was creeping into her mind. Urged by the drug-heightened needs of her body, and coupled with the sound of her voice, she felt a passion rising within her which she could not control. She could feel every inch of the twitching rod of flesh in her mouth, and the hair of his muscular thighs brushing against her aroused breasts as she moved. Instead of revolting her, the obscene length of aroused male flesh suddenly became an object of desire. Whether from the drug, or her own need, she began to suck harder, wanting more and more. All thoughts of shame were erased as she began to lose herself in the ecstasy of the moment.

She could hardly keep her breath as she tried to gasp for air, sucking all the time and trying to get more moisture into her mouth. She wanted it wetter and hotter! She wanted him to cum in her mouth, filling her with the fiery cum she could feel churning in his lust-tightened balls. She wanted to be debauched and used as she had never been before! Oh God, she wanted it! The only thing that was important now was the pulsating shaft of burning flesh she now held trapped between her eagerly sucking lips.

Above her sound of sucking and humming she could hear Don gasp. Her firmly rounded buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed, her teeth hurting him as she sucked desperately, but she wanted him to cum, to cum now…!

Her own fires burned hotter between her trembling legs, and her free hand lifted itself from the bed and slid to her pleading vagina. Quickly she inserted her middle finger and began lewdly finger-fucking herself to the rhythm that her mouth was beating on his desperately straining cock.

Suddenly, Don's gasp changed. "Aaaamggghhh," he moaned aloud as the dam behind his balls broke loose. His hips jerked forward, ramming into her mouth ferociously as the heated fluids of his orgasm spurted deep into her contracting throat, spewing more and more of his thick white cum. She nearly choked trying to swallow the sticky warm liquid as it filled her mouth, bloating out her cheeks almost to the bursting point.

Don relaxed as the moment of his orgasm passed, but let her continue sucking him. His deflating cock felt as if it were fine crystal being shattered into a thousand needles of broken glass. He looked down to see her hand between her open legs, desperately trying to work herself to a climax and he grabbed it and jerked her fingers from her vagina with a quick, wet sucking noise.

"That's mine. You let me take care of that. Do you want me to suck or fuck you?" he grinned down lasciviously enjoying the torture he was putting her aroused young body through. But his neighbor's wife was too excited to do anything but keep sucking at his now deflated cock, and he had to pull her head away forcefully, allowing a thin trail of sperm to follow from her lips. But her mouth remained open. She needed his cock so badly, and she leaned forward to put it back between her sperm-glistening lips. She wanted it hard, and hard now.

"Answer my question," Don hissed, lifting her face so that he was gazing directly into her lust-glazed eyes. "Shall I eat you or fuck you? Make up your mind, slut!" He knew that for the moment with his deflated cock he could never enter her, but he taunted her with the cruel words of hope.

"Lie back if you won't answer me," he said, and watched her roll over flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, her churning hips grinding hungrily down into the softness of the mattress, her obscenely begging vagina pointed directly at him. "Tell me you want it," he said. His grin widening at her helpless need.

"I want it," was all Lisa could murmur in her agony of desire.

"Not that," he yelled. "Tell me the words. Say what you want, baby. Tell me you want to be sucked and fucked!"

"Yes, please… please fuck me, suck me… anything… just do it to me! Now! Please!" she begged, her blonde hair lolling helplessly from side to side on the mattress, her brain and vagina on fire from the combined influence of her own lust and the aphrodisiac pill she'd had.

Lisa could not believe her own words. She had never consciously said words like that before, but he was forcing her to now. Tears of confusion, shame and passion flowed freely from her eyes, but the fire licking down in her belly needed quenching. "Please," she cried unashamedly. "Please fuck me. Oooooooh, please!"

Don was smiling again. This was exactly what he had wanted. With her so excited, so confused, he could do what he pleased with her helpless body. He picked up her right foot in one hand and kissed the bottom, causing a chill to run up her smoothly tanned leg like a zipper, opening every pore on her needfully trembling thigh. No one had kissed her foot before. It was totally new, totally exciting. She felt as if his tongue had reached into the depths of her very being.

Carefully, slowly, he kissed at her foot, moving slowly to her ankles, then up to her uncontrollably quivering leg. She knew what was coming. Just as she had never sucked Charles, her husband, too, had never eaten her. He had tried to kiss around her loins before, but she had always stopped him at the last minute, her puritanical upbringing triumphing over her desire. But all that seemed to be forgotten now in the depths of her obscene debasement. Now she reached down to grab Don's hair and pull him faster to the dilated pink lips of her throbbing cunt, but he slapped her hands and proceeded at his own speed until, a seeming eternity later, she could feel the heat of his hot breath tickling the soft inner flesh of her spasming thighs.

"Are you ready for this?" he grinned up from between her legs, delighting in teasing her and knowing she was near the breaking point. Any more delay and she would turn into a raving maniac.

"Yes, yes," she gasped, looking down between her heaving breasts at his leering face. "Please now, suck it, suck it good!"

Satisfied that she could take no more teasing for the moment, Don spread the soft hair-lined cuntal lips of his neighbor's wife with his fingers, and flicked out his practiced tongue at the swollen bud of her already erect clitoris.

"Oooooohhhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes tight and spread her quivering legs wider.

"Oh, p-please… suck my cunt… suck my cunt..!" the young wife pleaded shamelessly.

Nothing was ever like this, she thought as he flicked with his hardened tongue again, this time letting it rest a little longer on the throbbing center of her pleasure. Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, and she breathed in heaving gasps. He slid his tongue down the moist hair-lined furrow from her pulsating clitoris to the opening of her wetly dilated cunt, and thrust it into the warm wet channel as far as he could.

"Oh, oh, oooohhhhhh," she cried. "Harder, harder."

He continued licking her, pushing his tongue in along the slippery smooth wails as far as it could go. His hands clenched at the cheeks of her snow white ass and a single finger slid its way across the milky flesh to the rubbery ring of her exposed anus. He probed at the opening softly as she writhed her hips at the unexpected touch. She hadn't anticipated what was about to come.

"Don't stop!" she begged as he lifted his head from between her legs. But her excitement had seemed to arouse Don quicker than he had thought, and now his quiveringly erect cock demanded yet more satisfaction.

"Turn over," he commanded harshly.

No, she thought, as she struggled to roll her body over as he had commanded. He can't be, he isn't! Knowing that Don would go to any length to humiliate her further, she was afraid of what might happen. She and her husband had always had sex in the regular position with no variation. Now what was to happen? Her mind fogged by the drug and the lusting minutes that his tongue had played in her fiery vagina, could do nothing to control her body. She did as he said.

"Spread your legs," he commanded again as he massaged the softly yielding flesh of her perspiring buttocks. Then his thumbs spread the firmly rounded cheeks apart, exposing the tiny elastic ring of her puckered nether opening, and he bent and kissed one cheek and slithered his tongue into her virgin anus, licking it gingerly for a moment.

"Please… no…" Lisa whimpered down into the bedspread. "Not that!" But her lust-filled neighbor pushed against her defenseless thighs as she tried to close them. The bed and her twitching legs were wet with her own excited fluids and Don smiled as he noticed the liquid remnants of the extreme pleasure that he had given her before. Now, now he would do something that no man had ever done to this young wife, not even her husband. He slipped one insinuating finger along the soft crevice between her fearfully tensed buttocks until it reached her unused anal opening. He probed it with no success. She was fighting him with all of her might, clenching her small buttocks as tight as she could.

"Please, no," she cried again. "It's wrong. It's wrong… aarrrgghh," she moaned as he pushed his middle finger into the tiny rubbery opening up to the first knuckle. How tight, how sweet it is, he thought, as he watched his hand and her squirming bottom as he pushed his finger farther and farther up into the vainly resisting channel. Then, with a final thrust, he embedded his finger all the way to the hilt, his palm pressing flat into the soft flaccid cheeks of her violated buttocks.

"Owwwwweee," she moaned. "It hurts… Stop! Please… Stop!"

"Shut up, sweetheart," Don whispered. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

There was a cruelly unyielding relish in his voice as he began to rotate his probing middle finger around deep inside her to loosen the tightly flexed passage. He could feel the buttery smoothness in her virgin rectum as he skewered her like an animal, and his grin widened more at the lewd thought of taking her anally. But to Lisa, writhing beneath his hand, it felt as if her whole rectum were pierced with pain, as though he were going to tear her open. A moment later, in her confusion, she thought his finger had grown larger, but with a piteous moan realized that he had slipped a second finger into her back passage.

Lisa was sobbing openly now, crying wetly like a child. The pain tore at her insides like a hotly probing poker, and her frustration at being able to do nothing to stop this awful rape built a rage in her, a rage that would know no normal release. But there was nothing she could do to stop her cruelly sadistic neighbor… she was completely at his mercy.

Satisfied that Lisa's anal opening was primed for him, Don removed his fingers and repositioned his anxious body. His weight shift on the bed wasn't noticed by the young wife, and Lisa had no idea what he was going to do until, suddenly, she felt his huge overheated cock sliding up the crevice of her untouched buttocks toward her unsuspecting anus.

"You're going to like this," Don crooned evilly. "It'll only hurt for a minute."

Lisa's eyes opened wide in terror as she heard his words and felt his great massive cock probing the tightly puckered opening of her virginal rectum. This was the ultimate submission, the ultimate disgrace. She had been used by this man in the worst ways she could have imagined, and now he would do this to her, push his obscene cock deep into her, where not even her husband Charles had done it to her before!

Don nudged his fleshy weapon forward slightly, and Lisa tried to clench her rectal muscles tighter – but his warming up exercise had left the muscles tired and useless.

"Aaaarrrgghh, it hurts," she screamed as the rubbery red crown of his rock-hard cock wormed its way into her forbidden passage. "No no, no!" she sobbed, begging him to stop. But it was no use and she knew it. The fiery dagger forced its way farther and farther into her and there was no respite. The pain raked her insides and she felt as though she might pass out, but a last ounce of courage kept her conscious. But, oh God, she thought, her brain screaming inside her head, it hurts, it hurts so…

Lisa wasn't aware of when the change came, when the borderline between pain and pleasure was crossed. The change came without warning. The shock, the newness, turned to a sudden, almost masochistic pleasure, and the pain of his forced entry disappeared completely. The red hot crown of the famous actor's bludgeoning cock rubbed against her tender insides, caressing the hitherto untouched rectal flesh with undreamed of sensations. She felt herself rocketed on a sea of passion, rolling with each wave as he pushed at her. She also felt herself respond, lifting her abused buttocks higher, and then pushing backward to slap them hard against his pistoning pelvis as he rammed mercilessly into her.

"Oooooh, ooh, oooooooooooh," she grunted, streams of perspiration pouring heavily from her forehead. Their bodies dripped with sweat as they worked harder into a frenzied fury, racing to the climax, each wanting to get to the finish first. Her final subjection to Don Carpenter's depraved desires had become the fiercest and most erotic moment of her life. She was being used as she had never thought possible, and she like it! She loved it! He forced her to do as he wished and she wanted it no other way. There was no thought of her husband Charles or anything else that had been so important to her only a few minutes ago. The intensity of the moment had overtaken her. Bodily pleasure was all she craved and she was getting all that and more too. She was getting it all!

Don could hold back no longer. The rubbing of his lust-engorged cock along the sides of her overheated rectum was taking its toll. He had nearly split her open. But his concern was no longer for forcing her to do what he wanted, for he was rapidly approaching the end of his control. He was at the very threshold of his climax, the pressure deep in his sperm-bloated balls forcing him steadily over. The first spasms of his orgasm unleashed itself deep in his loins as the white hot sperm swarmed up through his desperately contracting penis.

"Now," he said to the ceiling. "Now I'm cumming, I'm cummiinnnggg!"

The stabbing jets of his cum shot from his erupting cock like a blasting rocket, the fiery hot liquid spewing into Lisa's lasciviously rotating rectum in streaming wet torrents. She felt as if her belly were being filled with the thick hot cum the same cum that she had swallowed only a few short minutes before. With each slowing thrust of his wildly slamming cock, he forced his burning semen deeper and deeper up inside her and pushed her closer to the edge of her own cataclysmic orgasm.

"Aaamggghhh," she groaned, as she pushed hard back into him again it felt like a thousand hornets were stinging at her as the muscles of her nakedly writhing belly contracted like a huge serpent, then rose up and struck at its unseen victim. "I'm cumming, too," she howled. "I'm cummmiiunngg, toooooooo!" Like an animal freed from its darkened cage and finally able to see the light of day, she was stunned and blinded by the awesome power of her ravaging climax. It seemed to go on and on forever until, with one final scream of pleasure, Lisa fell forward on the bed exhausted. Never before had she experienced such a total involvement in an orgasm. But also, the end of the climax had brought the end of her desire. The flat white pill she'd unwittingly taken had been no stronger than to last until she had cum one time, and now it was drained from her ravaged body like everything else.

The pain returned to her anus where Don's cock, still half-hard, rested. His reddened penis was sore from the lewd fucking he had just given her tight rear passage, and gently he tried to pull his deflating hardness from her. But even though her nether passage was wet with his sperm, the pain remained and he realized he would have to pull himself out quickly, like removing a splinter. The faster he pulled, the faster the pain would cease.

With one mighty jerk, he yanked his huge member from her backside with a sudden wet sucking noise. "Oooooh!" she groaned half consciously, tears flooding from her eyes. The final indignity, she thought hazily, and though she wanted to sink into a forgetful sleep, she knew she had to get home to where Charles would be waiting for her. And, feeling the heavy weight of guilt upon her body, she dragged herself from the bed and began to dress.

CHAPTER FIVE

Charles had been sound asleep when Lisa finally arrived home the night before, and the beautiful young wife had spent a guilty sleepless night at his side. She awoke early to avoid seeing him before she could pull herself together with a shower and some coffee, yet still felt nothing but a confused agony when Charles finally came downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, darling," her handsome blonde husband greeted her. "You were with the Carpenters pretty late last night…"

"Oh well, they had such entertaining stories about the old Hollywood… it was just fascinating…" she lied, and hoped Charles would not ask her too much more about the previous night. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, when he merely sat down at the breakfast table and buried himself, as was his usual custom, behind the LA Times.

"How would you like your eggs this morning, darting?" she asked.

"Over easy," he mumbled, and then suddenly, with an abrupt motion that startled her, he threw his paper down. "Damnit," he said… "I promised myself I was going to enjoy breakfast with my wife this morning… and this damned force of habit almost made me forget…"

"Oh, that's okay, dear…" My God! she thought. She appreciated his desire to be a better husband… but why couldn't he have picked another morning to turn over a new leaf. Her nerves were all on edge, and Charles was so perceptive, she was terrified that he might start prying about what was bothering her.

"It's not okay, Lisa," he answered, "and I know it." He reached out one powerful arm and grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her mouth down hard on his. Lisa didn't return the kiss, feeling suddenly a confusion of feelings where guilt and anger at Charles mingled painfully in her heart.

"I realize I haven't been much of a husband to you lately, darling," Charles said, assuming her coldness was merely her pent up resentment. "I've been really working like a son-of-a-bitch. But now that the first rushes are in – and they look terrific, just incredible – I'm gonna have more time for you, honey. I've seen a lot of big shots in this town, and they seem empty and half alive. And that's not going to happen to me. And I've met their wives – bored miserable women who spend their time on Rodeo Drive spending money to cover themselves in furs and expensive clothes, and they look like zombies because their hearts have been untouched for years…"

Charles' speech surprised his wife, and she wanted desperately to believe that things would be different. After all, she had put up with this neglect for so long, it shouldn't be so easy to rectify with just a short speech. But she didn't resist as, wordlessly, he took her hand and led her toward the stairs. Her tormented mind did not want to make love, and she held back as he started to climb the stairs to their bedroom.

"What's wrong, Lisa?" Charles asked, turning to her.

"Nothing… I… there's just so much I have to talk to you about…"

"Words can always wait, my love?" Charles smiled suggestively.

Lisa paused, gazing up into her husband's eyes. "I love you, darling," she finally said.

"And I love you, and that's all that matters," Charles replied.

Lisa responded dutifully as he kissed her gently on the lips. She wanted him so badly, but her conscience still fought her desire, her thoughts turning to Don Carpenter again, and what had happened only the night before in the Malibu beach house. She still remembered the erotic pleasure of his expert kisses, the unbelievable excitement of his huge cock as it had slipped inside her, hurting her and yet bringing pleasure at the same time. She could not forget the degradation he had submitted her to, but somehow the thought still managed to excite her. And even now, with her eyes closed, she could imagine the man who was holding her was their famous neighbor and not her husband.

"Let's go to bed," Charles said, waking her from her illicit reverie. The pleasure of his husky voice in her ear aroused the only barely suppressed desires within her, and she could feel her honey-brown nipples tighten beneath her sheer nightgown. He held her tightly to his side and the legs rubbed sensuously together, exciting her even more as they walked up the steps to their bedroom.

Lisa felt her husband's large hand cup her smooth breasts, covered only by the thin material of her gown as he stepped slightly to the side and let her go through the door before him. Lisa felt her mouth begin to involuntarily salivate and she knew she wanted to suck Charles now, suck him even as she had her sadistic neighbor: but she knew that she could not, not unless he tried something first. She dared not to do anything that would reveal to her husband that she had been unfaithful. She knew she could never let him know about Don and the threat he posed to their lives. What was she going to do?

"Your breasts are so perfect," Charles half-moaned as he put his hand to her firm breasts and kneaded the softly pliant flesh. The now trembling wife put her arm around her husband's powerful waist as they walked toward the bed, her other hand rubbing across the growing bulge in his trousers as she reached to unfasten his belt. She must try to make him happy; she must try to be a good lover for him, and then somehow, some way, they would make out all right.

The young couple stood facing each other as they worked at each other's clothing. Hurriedly, Charles slipped the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside at the same time taking off his pajama bottoms which she'd drawn down to his ankles. The tops came off quickly and he kneeled before the temple of her womanhood as the sweet scent of the dampness that was flooding her desperately yearning vagina entered his dilated nostrils and he kissed her belly, nibbling at the golden skin about the silky pubic hairs that glistened in their clean blondeness.

Kiss me lower, darling, Lisa prayed silently to herself. Do what Don did, please! Make me want you more than I wanted him!

The long time without sex had caught up with Charles, and he was now fined with desire. His thobbingly erect penis felt now as if it were going to burst… and Lisa had not even touched it yet in its fully naked state. He could sense himself being filled with a rising torrent of passion that he could not hold back, and there was no method, no plan to his love-making. He was guided only by what was closest, and at that moment the softly wet lips of her moistly flowing vagina were nearer to him than anything. Not thinking that his wife might reject him, he lowered his head a few inches and started to nuzzle his nose between her legs into the silky resilient hair that covered the enticingly raised mound of her womanhood.

Instead of being revolted as she had always been, Lisa found herself further excited by the fact that her husband was venturing into hitherto forbidden territory, that he was going to do it to her just like Don had! Her straining heart pounded at a furious rate as she felt his nose slide through the dew-dropped pubic hair between her trembling legs, and part it gently for an infinitesimal moment. But then, immediately, he pushed her back on the bed, and she fell with her legs spread wide resting most of her weight back on her shoulders as she lifted her quivering hips to open herself to his probing mouth.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned lasciviously. "Don't stop darling. That's sooooo gooood."

Charles was too engrossed to be surprised at his pleading wife's actions. He thought that his wife, too, had been without sex all this time and would be ready for anything. He would not even be surprised if, in order to satisfy herself, she had been masturbating during their long abstention. The thought of Lisa finger-fucking herself brought an involuntary twitch to his blood-filled penis, already jerking in anticipation of what was to come, and he nuzzled in closer, his tongue licking wetly at the smoothly pink flesh that enclosed the puckered, hair-lined opening to her becoming vagina. Then, pulling himself up so that he, too, was completely on the bed, he felt her tugging desperately at him, urging him to turn his muscular body so that she could also indulge in sucking him.

God, Charles thought to himself. She's really ready. I've never seen her like this before. Eagerly, he turned so that his massively thrusting cock neared her swaying head, pulling at her phallus-like clitoris with pursed lips at the same time, torturing the moistly throbbing bud until Lisa thought she could no longer stand it.

"Oh, my darling," the quivering young woman gasped aloud as she pulled her husband's aching shaft of flesh toward her pursed lips and with a lascivious groan, sucked the huge bulbous head into her moist warm mouth at once, swirling her tongue around it voraciously.

"Ooooohhhh, baby," Charles moaned in ecstasy, feeling her hot lips hungrily caress the length of his painfully hardened cock. Her sharp teeth toyed carefully with the edges of his sensitive glans-eye, like razor blades cutting into the swollen flesh, and then gulped at him lovingly, even though her mouth was not as full as it had been with Don Carpenter's great cock. This was better, because this was the man she loved! The man she really loved!

The young husband pointed his tongue and expertly entered the openly waiting passageway to his wife's velvety soft insides, her silky flesh burning at his touch. The tongue circled quickly around the inner flesh of her seeping vagina, while he sucked at her with steadily increasing fervor.

"Oh, darling," Lisa gasped, uncontrollably. "Oh Don, please hurry, Don…"

Don! The name lanced through Charles' brain like a pistol shot. Don! She had called him Don! His huge cock suddenly deflated like a burst balloon in her mouth and her lower jaw dropped at the sudden shriveling of his rock-hard penis, unaware in her wild sexual reverie of what she had said. Charles raised himself on the bed and looked at his wife incredulously. His eyes red with hurt and anger, sheltered by arched brows that could have belonged to Satan himself.

"You called me Don," he said, almost in a whisper.

Lisa's face turned to a mask of terror as she remembered. She had said Don! Oh God, it was over: she was exposed and vulnerable and from the enraged look on her husband's face, she thought she might never get the chance to explain before, in his wild, jealous rage he killed her. She froze as he suddenly lifted himself erect on his knees.

"You BITCH!" her distraught husband screamed as he slapped her viciously across the face, a red welt immediately rising where his hand had struck. Tears of pain and betrayal began to stream down her still heated cheeks.

"No, Charles… I-I didn't. You're wrong," she pleaded, looking at him beggingly, knowing that he didn't believe her.

"You just couldn't resist that big stud, could you," Charles shouted, and then slapped her again. The room seemed to crackle with the sound of his hand striking her face. "How long?" he shouted at her, getting off the bed and walking to the closet, facing the closet door. "How long, you whore?" he demanded, then slammed his fist through the wooden panel.

Afraid to answer, she sobbed while he waited.

"Answer me!" he yelled at her, turning so that she could see his blood red eyes, filled with tears of rage. His powerful fists were clenched at his sides, and every muscle in his tall body was tight and straining at his skin.

"Once," Lisa answered, waiting for his reaction. "Only once."

"Bullshit!" he roared. "So you expect me to believe that?" He took a step toward her and her voice broke as she spoke.

"Please, Charles… you must believe me! He drugged me… last night… Rachel couldn't be with us… it was all a plan… he drugged me… I wasn't myself… I…"

"He fucked you last night?" he asked, his voice suddenly becoming sinisterly quiet. He moved closer to her, standing over the defenseless figure as she cowered pathetically on the bed, trying to tell him what had happened.

"Y-yes," she sobbed.

"Then say it, you little whore," Charles hissed, leaning on his knuckles over her. "Say he sucked you!"

"Yes!" she yelled back. "He fucked me… he fucked me… he fucked me!" And then she broke and started sobbing recognizing the lewd grin on her husband's face as the same one she had seen when Don had ravaged her at the beach house just last night.

"Did he play with this?" Charles asked, putting his fingers on the still tingling bud of her clitoris Lisa nodded helplessly as he began to toy with the erectly swollen organ that already ached from so much attention. "Or this?" her husband continued, shoving his finger cruelly into the dampened opening of her vagina. "What else did he do? This?" and he bent his head a bit at the softness between her splayed legs. "Tell me!"

This wasn't her Charles. She could not believe that the depraved man down there between her wetly trembling thighs was her own husband, and she started to mumble what had happened to her, feeling his tongue drive deeper into her burning cunt as she half-whimpered out the sordid story of her obscene adultery, playing with her, bringing her quickly to a new height of tense excitement as she talked.

"And he made me suck him," the tortured wife groaned with mixed pain and pleasure, her body writhing beneath his nibbling lips. "His… he was almost soft when we started and he made me suck it."

Charles' cock too, was soft, but as he nibbled at the open mouth of his unfaithful wife's moistened cunt he turned his body on the bed above her. She knew exactly what the gesture meant and bent he bent her head, grabbing the limply flaccid cock and swallowing it deep in her wet mouth. It grew rapidly as she began to suck at it, the rosy bulbous head rising in temperature until it heated the entire inside of her vacuuming mouth.

"Then what?"

"He made me hum while I sucked him," Lisa answered, her eyes closed with shame.

"Then hum, bitch," Charles commanded. "Suck me and hum, just like you did with him!"

Quickly Lisa obeyed. From deep within her desperately working throat came a sound she had heard only once before, the sound of a woman humming as she greedily sucked at a man's blood-swollen cock. She could feel the massive rod of her husband's male flesh twitching and throbbing in her mouth, leaking small drops of warm pungent sperm as she sucked, which she swallowed greedily. The growing furnace between her own legs was beginning to burn through her entire body, as Charles sucked at her and shot his invading tongue again and again deep into the openly presented lips of her receptive cunt.

"Then did he fuck you?" he asked her, raising his head from her loins for a moment.

"Not exactly," Lisa gasped, almost unable to control her voice. He wouldn't, she thought. Her own husband wouldn't do what Don Carpenter had. He's not that cruel.

"What do you mean, not exactly, bitch?"

"He-he did it to me from behind," she stammered, unable to look at his contorted face.

"In the ass?" Charles' voice rose incredulously. "He fucked you in the ass?"

"Yes, oh yes, but please don't. It-it hurts, darling, it hurts so," the tormented young wife pleaded as though her life depended on it.

He pushed at her puckered anus with his finger, contemplating if he should go on with his torment. But then he stopped, realizing that obviously Lisa had been forced to do it that way and he would have no part in that. Besides, he had had enough revenge for now. What he really wanted was to drive his cock deep within her and remind her that her body belonged to him and no one else, and if they were to talk, they would do it later. He quickly turned his strong body on the bed, meeting her tear-streaked face with his. Her eyes were reddened by her crying, and he felt a pang of remorse as he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her brutally, crushing her lips with his.

She in turn wrapped her smooth arms around his neck and ground her pelvis up into his burning loins.

"I won't do that," he said to her, "but I'm going to fuck you like Don never could! Do you want me to fuck you like that?"

"Yes, Charles, please. Fuck me as hard as you can, harder than ever before. Please fuck me now!" Lisa pleaded, wanting in her agony for him to destroy her so that their love might be born again.

Charles repositioned himself above his wife's defenseless body, and thrust at her with all the strength in his tremendously swollen cock, finding the entrance to her adulterous cunt and plunging himself deeply into her.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned. "Oooooh, I love you. I swear I do, darling. Fuck me, please!" Her obscene words and wild groaning excited Charles to an instant frenzy. For half an hour they had been tormenting each other with sex and with words, and he could hold back no longer.

He began to thrust himself up into her hotly contracting pussy as hard as he could, not caring to make it last, wanting only to fill his wife's traitorous cunt to the brim with his vengeful seed.

Each stroke was like the first for Lisa, except that it was more and better and harder than the last. Each time he drove into her, she kicked her spasming legs out wide and drove her hips up to meet him, feeling as though she could cum immediately. They were both on fire, as though trying to destroy each other, fighting more than loving: he wanted revenge on her and she wanting to appease his manhood, trying to hurt herself as they drove harder and harder against each other. It was only moments before they reached that goal they both so desired.

"Oh, aarrgghhh!" Charles groaned as his climax hit him like a crashing thunder bolt. His white-hot sperm pulled its torturous way up from the depths of his heavily-slapping balls like a hungry bear falling upon a stray piece of meat, the milky hot liquid shooting out in wildly uncontrolled spurts toward the heat that burned inside the spastically straining belly of his wife beneath him. Lisa grunted, contracting the muscles of her enflamed cunt tighter and tighter around his drivingly plunging cock as he erupted again and again and spewed spurt after spurt of his long-stored sperm into her suddenly tensing body.

"Oh yes!" Lisa wailed hysterically. "I'm cumiinngg, toooooooo!" and she arched her smooth back upward like a tilting wagon about to go over the edge of a cliff into nothingness. As her husband's scalding sperm filled her to the bursting point and mingled wetly into her own, her spasming muscles contracted rhythmically time and again, blurring her senses until it seemed as though she and Charles were no longer separate entities but one person, one unity, forged together into one sensuous being that groaned out ecstatic climax with the wanton abandon of a new birth, a new being. God! She hoped it were so! It had to be so! The future was void if it was not.

CHAPTER SIX

For two weeks, life for the Radwin's seemed to have returned to normal. Charles and Lisa had enjoyed each other in bed more than ever before, and if resentment still lingered on the husband's part for his wife's infidelity, he kept it well hidden. She had not seen Don Carpenter since that horrible night in Malibu.

Lisa was lingering over her coffee one brilliantly sunny, unseasonably hot California day, when there was a knock on the door. She went to answer it and was somewhat surprised to see Rachel Carpenter standing there, a large friendly smile on her face. Disarmed by the dark-haired actress' warm greeting, and momentarily having forgotten that Don had implied his wife's complicity in his illicit seduction of her, Lisa welcomed her neighbor into her home.

"I've been meaning to visit for some time," Rachel said with great charm, "but I've been working on a new film for Bogdanowitz and I simply haven't had a free moment."

"Would you like some coffee," Lisa offered, leading the other woman into the kitchen.

"Well, I've already had my morning coffee, but I did bring a little surprise for you." And so saying, Rachel pulled from her large purse a bottle with a curious Victorian label on it.

"What's that?" Lisa asked.

"Vin Mariani," the movie star answered. "It's one of the last remaining bottles of this stuff… a wonderful medicinal concoction from another era… You know Nick Ranker, the rock star…"

"Sure," Lisa said, her eyes brightening. As a teenager, one of her first memories of erotic longing had come listening to the wildly pulsing music of Ranker and his super group the High Rollers. "Well, Nick bought the last remaining case of this stuff at an auction, and the darling gave me several bottles as a gift."

What Rachel Carpenter failed to reveal to the young wife was Vin Mariani's main ingredient was cocaine, legal in the nineteenth century, and the occasion for the gift was an orgy she had attended with Nick when his group had toured the United States several years before.

"Would you like some…"

"Is it alcoholic…? I don't know… I haven't even had lunch yet."

"Live a little, kid," Rachel said, as if she would not take no for an answer… "Get a couple of glasses for us will you dear."

Rachel poured the darkly sweet liquid into cordial glasses that Lisa provided, and they both drank from it. "It tastes kind of funny," the young blonde wife said hesitantly…

"You'll see… the taste rather grows on you," Rachel smiled to herself. It wouldn't take long for the drink to work its magic on an innocent woman like Lisa Radwin, and Rachel poured herself three glasses in the time it took Lisa to finish one. She raised her last glass in a salute to Lisa, who had just finished her first, and drank deeply. She could feel the warmth of it trailing down into her stomach adding fuel to her churning excitement. But her voice was gentle, almost casual, when she said: "How about us taking a little soak in that Japanese tub of yours?"

"Sure… I'll just get my suit…"

"Nonsense… you don't need that… it's just us girls…"

"Well, I-I…" Lisa stammered, feeling that something was wrong but not knowing exactly what. After all, they were both women. And for some reason, she was finding the idea quite appealing, giving her a little thrill of excitement at the prospect of sitting in the warm swirling water with her beautiful neighbor. Her tender young cunt began to tingle, and she finally said: "I guess it's okay… I mean, no one can see us… it's so private back there."

Wonderful, Rachel thought. The little darling doesn't know about the spaces in the hedge between our yards… How I've enjoyed watching this young bathing beauty… when Don would give me a chance.

The two women went out to the yard and Lisa turned on the Jacuzzi heads. By the time she returned to Rachel's side the Mariani, with its aphrodisiac effect, had full and irrevocable control of the young wife now, though she was still not fully aware of the transformation the beverage was encouraging in her. She giggled as she began to remove her clothes. Rachel watching her intently and holding her heaving breath, began to remove her own clothes and the two females stripped themselves at the same instant. Lisa stared at the large, perfectly formed breasts of the lovely older woman, and tried to stifle another giggle; they were really nice tits, and Rachel's gaze feasted on the rounded young firmness of her neighbor's breasts, the fire leaping wildly in her stomach.

Then Rachel's eyes drifted lower and she sucked in her breath sharply, as Lisa's blonde pussy mound glistened in the almost high-noon sunlight, the hint of her tiny oscillating clitoris peeking out from the folds of her pink cuntal slit. Then Rachel turned away, lest Lisa see the look of intense lust contorting her face and interpret it correctly even though the rising passion was probably consuming her own mind by now. "Come on honey, let's climb in."

For a few moments, both women sat in the warm whirlpool tub without touching. But soon Rachel could stand it no longer; her whole being was crying out for release… for action, and she had to move… this very instant.

"Would you like a little massage," Rachel offered.

"Mmmmm!" said Lisa, her eyes half-lidded, her brain filled with desire and torpor as the water swirled around her nipples, swirled between her legs and played with her hardening clitoris.

Rachel placed her hands on the young wife's shoulders, and then slid them smoothly down her arms along the sides. Rachel's breathing was ragged, spewing hotly from between her teeth, but Lisa seemed to take no notice.

"It feels so good, Rachel," she murmured softly.

The provocative, lust-ridden actress' dark eyes were hotly feverish as she moved her hands below the water level, moving slowly around Lisa's full, firm breasts. The older woman's cunt was secreting the liquid of her desires heavily into the warm water now, and she was almost trembling from pent-up arousal as she continued stroking, slowly, gently, slowly, gently.

Her hands slowly circled Lisa's breasts, and her legs began to open and close, open and close, with the burning fire in her loins. Lisa saw the dark nipples rise under her ministrations, growing firm and hard in the warm water, and suddenly Lisa moaned, her eyes going shut all the way.

"It feels good, doesn't it, honey," Rachel's mesmeric voice droned. "Let's climb out of the tub and I'll rub your legs too…"

Almost somnambulant, Lisa climbed as if in a dream from the tub while Rachel spread a blanket for them to lie on…

Not breaking the trance-like state, Lisa lay down and Rachel continued her massage, moving her hands down first one shapely leg and then the other, over the knee and calf and into the softness of Lisa's inner thighs, causing the young wife to spread her legs wide. Now more of her tender, young, pinkly moist cunt was revealed to the older woman's soft slit and stroked it up and down, up and down, up and down…

Lisa's body twisted and arched, legs scissoring, at the delicious sensations which were flooding through her flesh at the manipulations of the towel on her hot, damp cuntal furrow. Dimly, a part of the young wife's mind cried out that what Rachel was doing was wrong… was even worse somehow than Don's seduction of her… and her pussy was tingling… tingling… tingling…

The voluptuous, dark-haired movie star let her fingers slide once again over Lisa's rigid nipples and then down across the smooth, flat glistening belly to touch the downy pubic hairs, moving her hands around and down the young wife's flanks, bringing them back up again inexorably. Then one of her long fingers parted the soft, moist, hot crevice of her cuntal slit, parted it gently to touch the button of Lisa's clitoris, bringing it immediately erect, stroking it carefully. The blonde's hips began to undulate more freely on the towel, and her dazed mind cried: So nice, this is so nice… it's wrong… but I don't care… I'm so excited I just want to cum.

Then Rachel leaned forward and, taking one of Lisa's hands, moved it over her own quivering breast, guiding the limp finger over her diamond-hard nipple, feeling her pussy secrete flaming juices of desire. She bent further forward, touching her lips to Lisa's parted mouth, letting her tongue flick across the warm softness. The young wife moaned softly, knowing she shouldn't accept the other woman's mouth, not caring, lost in the wonderful feelings surging through her body. Her arm came up, encircled Rachel's neck, and a low moan of ecstasy escaped the voluptuous brunette's throat as her tongue began to work insanely inside Lisa's mouth and her finger began to slide with an ever-increasing rhythm up and down the tawny-haired wife's slit, rapidly moistening with her arousal at the manipulations.

Rachel stretched her body out on the blanket beside Lisa, moving hard against her, reveling at the contact of the flesh, her own passion seething hot and eager. She moved her head away from the blonde's mouth, began kissing the turgid, swollen aureoles and nipples of her sweetly tender breasts, then dipped down over the smooth, sweat slickness of the young wife's belly, then lower still until she was breathing hotly, excitedly, into the silkiness of Lisa's pussy mound.

Her stroking hands massaged the young wife's breasts unceasingly, coming down now along Lisa's flanks and then moving to the slim smoothness of her thighs. With tender movements she parted the unresisting flesh, drawing Lisa's legs even wider apart to reveal the complete moist pinkness of the semi-drugged woman's vaginal slit. Rachel began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety growth of tawny pubic hair, tongue extended like a hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and lower on the towel, mouth and fiery probe seeking the oscillating nubbin of Lisa Radwin's clitoris.

Then the older woman's tongue came in contact with the moist hot bud, began to circle it teasingly. In a reflex movement, her breath shuddering between her teeth and her brain whirling with sudden raging desire at the electric, forbidden touch, Lisa's hands came up to wind themselves in the dark tresses of the voluptuous actress. Rachel let her hands slide upward again over the soft belly to Lisa's firm full tits, cupping and squeezing them hungrily while her mouth and tongue continued the wet assault of the young wife's clitoris.

Rachel's sharp white teeth took the throbbing button between them finally, nipping it gently, running her tongue round and round in it continuous circles, reveling in the sharp pungent taste. Lisa cried out sharply, her hands tightening on the darker woman's hair, her buttocks beginning to swirl madly on the blanket from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted through her flesh.

Lisa's head began to flail from side to side on the blanket in total abandonment, and Rachel opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of the young woman's cunt. She began orally to fuck Lisa then, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding her hot wet tongue far up into Lisa's dilated clasping channel, reveling in the unintelligible whimpering sounds the blonde wife made as she swirled and flicked her probe around the velvet-like interior of the pulsatingly soft cunt lips. The whole of Lisa's flowing vaginal plane was opening in naked abandonment to the brunette's churning face, and then Rachel cupped the soft white little buttocks with gentle hands, fingers kneading the quivering hot flesh, as she thrust her tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of the young wife's cunt.

***

Charles Radwin couldn't believe his luck. As soon as he finished dictating a few more letters to Mrs. Lucas, he would be free for the rest of the afternoon – and since he was going to have to work until very late the following night, he felt no qualms about leaving the office for the afternoon.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Radwin?" the middle-aged secretary asked.

"No Mrs. Lucas," he smiled pleasantly… "Just type those up and give them to me in the morning… And if there are any emergency calls you can reach me at home… but when I say emergency, I mean emergency…"

"You're going to spend some time with that poor neglected wife of yours, aren't you Mr. Radwin…"

"That, my dear woman, is absolutely right… just between you and me of course. If anyone asks, you can say I'm negotiating a contract on the golf course and can't be reached…"

"Right… well, have a good day."

In the car on the way home, he began to think of lovely Lisa waiting for him and he began to get a hard on… yes… this afternoon was for just the two of them… and what he wanted more than anything was to soak in a whirlpool of the Jacuzzi with his voluptuous blonde wife and then fuck her in the clear heat of the afternoon sun in the privacy of their own backyard.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Don Carpenter, completely naked, his long hard cock standing straight out and throbbing from his darkly hirsute loins, watched with salivating lust the enticing sight of Rachel licking and sucking the passion-crazed young wife's cunt while she fingered herself in time to the lewd slurpings of her mouth and tongue.

The middle-aged actor's balls were throbbing with his increasing excitement, and he held his cock in the palm of one hand now, stroking it lightly, his feverish eyes unblinkingly glued to the carnal scene being enacted on the blanket just a few yards away. He had been waiting behind the bushes that divided their two backyards as per Rachel's plan, and when the lovely blonde wife had shed her clothes and climbed bare-assed into the redwood tub, he'd shed his own clothes and settled down to watch. It had been quite a show so far, with Rachel's hands moving over Lisa's lithe young body and then Rachel's mouth and tongue…

On the blanket, the pretty young wife's cries of animal pleasure were becoming louder and louder as the older woman continued to swirl and flick her tongue around the velvet-like softness of Lisa's pulsatingly soft cunt lips. Her buttocks were jerking and spasming beneath the plunging poker of a tongue. She was going to cum soon, she had to cum soon, it was building and building and building…

Rachel, her own brain a bubbling cauldron of lust and near orgasm as she flailed her finger faster and faster over her throbbing clitoris, down into her wetly fevered pussy, sent her tongue pistoning into the young wife's vagina like some insane, motor-driven machine. Lisa writhed and squirmed beneath the insane licking until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her young loins and belly. Her head flailed like a broken puppet's, swirling her long damp tawny ham in the late sunlight, grinding her crotch up into the older woman's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering waves of her orgasm rising, rising, rising to unbelievable pitch…

And then she was there!

She was cumming!

A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from Lisa Radwin's throat as she locked her hands hard in Rachel's dark hair, drawing the other woman into her crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her widespread cunt, inundating the voluptuous older woman's famous face and tongue, flowing down along Lisa's trembling rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness on the blanket. She screamed again and again and Rachel covered Lisa's mouth with her hand so as not to rouse the whole neighborhood, and then she too was cumming, as with her other hand she rubbed her own clit and sent her entice body oscillating with wave after wave of surging cum.

Then, at long last, both girls collapsed as their driving climaxes abated. Lisa emitted a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, her head lolling to one side, her eyes closed, her brain refusing to comprehend anything except the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her body now. She released Rachel's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her head from between the fevered legs.

Rachel lifted herself onto her knees, grinning down at the beautiful blonde wife, the juices of Lisa's orgasm making her face and mouth glisten wetly in the sunlight. Her head lifted, the smile widening, and her eyes sought the hedge where she knew that Don had been hiding and watching. A new thrill of excitement went through her as she saw him step out from behind one of the bushes, not needing any further summons, and start toward the blanket, completely nude, his huge prick proceeding him like some pagan battle standard. He couldn't wait, Rachel knew, not with what he'd just witnessed; I've given him one hell or an act to follow, though, she chuckled to herself… one hell of an act!

Don reached the two naked women, standing above them holding his cock tightly in his right hand, his face split in a lascivious leer. "Jesus, Rachel!" he muttered hoarsely.

The voluptuous film star laughed deep in her throat, sliding backward on the blanket so she could watch what was about to happen next. Her eyes were already fevered with anticipation, with renewed sexual excitement, and her insatiable pussy was again throbbing. She saw Don drop to his knees, still holding his massive penis, and lean his head down close to the half-comatose young wife's face. Rachel held her breath…

Lisa's eyelids fluttered open and spread apart and she blinked rapidly, focusing her gaze. Then she gasped, her hands clutching convulsively at the blanket beneath her. She was staring up at the darkly handsome actor's huge, blood swollen penis, held lewdly above her face, the dark red head glazed with a thin sheer of seminal emission. Lisa, still drugged from the Vin Mariani, trembled and shivered, her brain whirling with more than confusion, with increasing and renewed lust as she continued to gaze hypnotically at the palpitating expanse of the man's huge prick. She couldn't seem to help herself… all she wanted was cumming, was the wonderful sensations once again churning through her flesh extinguished by the spiraling ecstasy of orgasm. That's all she could think about… all she could care about…

"I want you inside me, Don… Please… Please…"

Then Don, still holding his cock and bending lower, began to stroke the wet, hard head over the naked tits of Charles Radwin's wife, bringing the nipples into instant hardness, causing deep groans of desire to emanate from the young wife's passion-drugged throat. He continued to massage her firm, full breasts with the head of his throbbing prick for several seconds feeling his balls burgeoning with desire and his heart threatening to burst through his chest cavity with anticipation as his mind dwelled on what he would only momentarily be doing to this tight-assed little cunt so totally subjugated before him.

"Okay, baby… up on your hands and knees… That's it, cunt… now turn around a little."

Obediently, the lust-incited woman followed the naked actor's instructions, poising her body on all fours, her firm, rich round little buttocks presented to him, the tight little crevice between them wet with her vaginal secretions and with the saliva of the voluptuous brunette who waited eagerly only a few feet away for what she knew was about to happen. Don knelt behind Lisa, breathing raggedly with inflamed desire, and began to stroke the full splendor of her quivering ass moons with venereous glee. The lubricated hand of his massive cock was rubbing against her moistly secreting vagina, eliciting moans of increasing delight from the mindless blonde before him. He leaned farther forward so that the hard fleshy head of his cock rested against the hungrily waiting opening of her vagina, then moved his hips lightly until suddenly, savagely, he lunged forward and plunged his cock far up into her hotly welcoming vagina, burying it to the hilt, touching her cervix with the tip of his cock.

He clutched at her hips, flexing deeper and harder into the warm depths of her vaginal passage from behind, like an animal, feeling his balls slapping hard against the tiny nub of her clitoris, the pressure of his lunge pushing her head down against the blanket and the ground beneath it painfully.

"Oooooohhhh… ooooohhh, fuck it… fuck it… fuck it good baby," the blonde wife moaned crazily…

… And just a few feet away, in stunned disbelief, stood Charles Radwin, a startled gasp bursting from his throat at the sight he had found in his own backyard. He stood absolutely motionless for a long, breathless second, then his body began to sway and his vision clouded, and it seemed for a moment as if he would collapse. He put out his hand blindly, encountered the patio railing, and leaned his weight against that. With his other hand he rubbed the hot sweat from his eyes, clearing his vision, and stared stupefied at the carnal sight his brain at first had almost refused to comprehend.

His lovely wife… the women he loved and trusted… was being fucked from behind like an animal by Don Carpenter, as his wife Rachel watched rubbing her own warmly secreting cunt with glee.

The shocked husband fought to sort out his wildly swirling thoughts, searching for some explanation to the salacious carnality being enacted right before his eyes, in the cherished privacy of his own backyard. But no answer was ready, and he could only stare as if hypnotized at the lascivious actions of his beautiful wife and the rutting middle aged man fucking long and hard into her from behind.

But then his eyes fastened on another incredible sight exposed to his shocked eyes. The dark hair-fringed cunt, moist and glistening in the afternoon sun, of Rachel Carpenter, who was staring with inviting lasciviousness at him now.

And suddenly, insanely, his cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, to rise slowly into an erection as he stared at the lewdness before him. God, it couldn't be true. But he was being wildly aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked like a dog… and his desire was building for the famous actress whose thighs were spread before him.

Then Rachel rose to her feet and began moving towards Charles. As he began to walk similarly toward the dark-haired beauty, his prick was hammering with a fiery intensity and his balls were aching, aching with the need for release, aching with the need to take part in the obscene orgy.

Now, just a few feet from the couple on the blanket, Rachel stood before him, naked and proud, her pelvic region thrust out to him, the sun shining tantalizingly off the dark brown, thickly soft pubic hair partially hiding her wet pink insatiable cunt. Her smile was age-old, her face sheened with excitement and sweat, and she stared straight into his burning eyes. "Hello, Charles, darling," she cooed softly.

"Lisa… my wife…" he groaned mindlessly, his painful confusion returning momentarily.

"Yes, darling… your wife… she's enjoying it, isn't she? She's enjoying Don's big hard cock inside her…"

"Oh God… Oh God…"

"Why don't you and I do the same thing, Charles?" she droned on. "Why don't we fuck like they're fucking… all of us fucking together, Lisa and Don, you and me… your cock is so hard, Charles. I can see that it is, wouldn't you like to have it inside my ass, honey, fucking me with your big cock while you watch Lisa…"

A low, tortured guttural sound purled from the lust-incited husband's throat and by that sound, Rachel knew that she had won. She stepped forward, pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his body, her hand slipping down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased genitals. He didn't move, his eyes still fastened on his wife, and just stood there as the panting brunette unfastened his belt, pulled his trousers down and his undershorts aside, and began to stroke his naked, bulging cock, her little finger extended downward to tantalize the burgeoning sac of his balls. She pressed her naked firm breasts against his bare arm, rubbing the nipples over the hairy flesh, and began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot, moist lips as she continued to fondle and caress his prick and testicles.

On the blanket, Lisa Radwin had begun to moan in delighted pleasure and her brain was reeling furiously, while her long silken blonde hair swirled like a soft cloud around her head. The totally abandoned, totally aroused young wife buffeted back harder and harder against the dark-haired actors pistoning shaft, feeling his bloated testicles slap harshly against her throbbing clitoris.

"Oooohhhh, yessss, Don," she heard her voice screech, "do it to me… harder, harder, do it, do it, uuummmmmm!"

Charles heard his desire-drugged young wife cry out, the words which she chanted so passionately, so mindlessly, words which now were tremendously exciting to the lust-delirious husband, causing his cock to palpitate with incredible pressure in the tight, hot clasp of Rachel Carpenter's fingers. Charles kissed Rachel now with his eyes wide open, watching his wife before him. Lisa's eyes were closed, her head flailing wildly, and there was such a look of wanton passion on her face that it was incredible. God damn! This is insane.

Below, his throbbing cock lurched crazily in Rachel's hand, and furiously he stabbed his tongue into the older actresses mouth to savor her sweetness. She matched his fury as she sucked back avidly and his hands were brutal now with passion, confusion and anger. For a moment, Rachel released her grip, and Charles knew what he wanted to do… her pussy, gleaming at him in the sun was like a hot molten magnet… He had to eat it, had to lick the moist hot opening to her womanhood. He grabbed one of her full mooned buttocks in either hand and his fingers dug cruelly into the soft pliancy of her flesh, which oozed through his fingers like kneaded bread dough. She moaned softly up into his mouth. At the same time he heard Lisa on the blanket.

"Oh… Oooohh! That… feeels… so… gooood!"

Charles knelt between Rachel's legs and groaned aloud as he dropped his mouth down between the satin smoothness of Don Carpenter's wife's lusciously tapered thighs. Her pussy glistened brilliantly with viscid moisture, and he could see it waiting there, so red in the sunlight, waiting for his tantalizing tongue. He poised there for a moment, and Rachel reached out, put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down gently, but firmly. "God… Charles…" she breathed. "Don't keep me waiting."

Without hesitation, then, his tongue snaked out to bore deep into the pulsating mouth of her cunt. He heard her sighing moan and felt the erotic shock of it in her body, as she greedily undulated her hips up to his face.

Wave after delightful wave of building sensations shimmered through Lisa Radwin like summer heat lightning, as she lay there naked in her own backyard, while Rachel's husband fucked into her cunt from behind. She was so involved with the ecstatic enjoyment of what was happening to her that she was only casually aware of someone else's presence in the yard. All she wanted was to be fucked and fucked until she exploded like Mount Vesuvius.

Don's mammoth cock was driving her absolutely wild with rapture. "Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck," she cried wildly as his balls were dancing insanely on the sensitive head of her clitoris.

Kneeling between Rachel's thighs, his own tongue plunging in and out of her moistly warm vagina, Charles heard his wife's plea to Carpenter. The obscene sounds made by the man's fucking cock came clearly to him from just a few feet away. God damn! As much as jealousy still tore at his heart, it was still the most incredibly erotic situation he had ever found himself in.

And then he heard Don Carpenter's wife whispering to him: "God! Charles… lick my clit… keep licking… don't stop!"

Shifting his mouth upward then, he did as she bade him, and she moved her hips in tempo with his darting, licking tongue. "Oh, that's it! That's it! Ooooohhhhh!"

Lisa hadn't cared that there was someone else in the yard… until the words she had just heard penetrated her consciousness. Charles! Oh God! Was she crazy… Who else could it have been? And Rachel was demanding that Charles lick her clitoris…?

She looked over in the direction of the sound and saw Rachel with her legs spread, her naked husband kneeling between her smoothly tapering thighs… his mouth pressed tight to her loins. It was Charles! Oh Godd! This is awful… this is insane! She moaned aloud pitifully then, a mixture of anguish, shame, jealousy… and sexual arousal, as a flashing light caromed around inside her skull.

And then the truth came to her in a flash… so many things she had read and heard about in the last few years… freedom… sexual freedom… It was alright, it was good… this was what it was all about… and she could enjoy it… she could love it… and God! She hoped she could make Charles understand how wonderful it was to be this liberated.

Then, dimly through his own lust, Don heard Rachel's lewd obscene urgings and his eyes opened, blinking and he turned his head to see who she could be talking to. Then, his face going pale with shock and surprise, the middle-age actor poised with his cock held on the outstroke, only the throbbingly swollen purplish head sunk between the widened sweating thighs of young Lisa Radwin. Son of a hitch, he thought. It's her husband… and… holy shit… he's turned on by what we're doing and he's eating my wife like she was an ice cream sundae… What a kick… what a wild fucking kick…

The knowledge of the presence of Lisa's husband and of his joining in their orgiastic pursuits sent new waves of burgeoning passion through the dark-haired actor now that his first fears of reprisals had been banished. Ale thrust his powerful cock brutally forward, far up into the blonde's cuntal channel, harder and faster, deeper and deeper, abandonedly reveling in the slap of his loins against the trembling white moons of Lisa Radwin.

Rachel was panting wildly now, and she began to whine crazily: "Charles… Oh God… Charles… Enough… I've got to… have your… cock… in my cunt… fucking me…"

But once again his mind was playing havoc with his passions and suddenly the sound of her words drove him bark to the unacceptable reality that his wife was being fucked by another man, and Lisa's wild cries of pleasure were driving him mad now. He couldn't stand it any more! Don Carpenter was not going to have Lisa to himself.

"Goddamnit, what are you going, Charles?" Rachel Carpenter shrieked as Charles' head jerked up between her hands, pulling away from her wet, widely parted thighs. "Don't leave me now… Oh… Jesus… not now!"

But he struggled upwards, putting away from her hands sliding down his arms. The wet liquid noises Lisa was making and Don's heavy excited breathing had incited the young husband almost to the point where he was hardly aware of what he was doing. He was a wild uncontrollable animal and all he knew was that he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock into his own wife, ram it into her anywhere, into the first available opening. Quickly he moved toward them. He stood before his wife's passion contorted face now, rubbing his cock against her lust-moistened lips until she opened her mouth to him and took the satin-smooth throbbing cock's head into her mouth. Lisa began to suck on Charles' cock greedily, while he began to thrust wildly into her mouth. He kept her lips clamped tight over the hardened shaft of his cock, while at the same time relaxing her throat so that she could take all of him. She could tell by the wild, jerking expansion of his lust-hardened shaft as it plunged in and out of her mouth, that it wouldn't he very long at all before he came to a sperm-jetting climax.

"Damn you, Charles… you son of a bitch!" Rachel screeched. "You could have had her later… why didn't you fuck me first? I'm steaming for your cock right now, my ass is aching for your cock, you bastard…!"

But neither husband nor wife heard the vicious, spitting epithets of the voluptuous, spurned movie star, and she was left alone, crouching, watching, her hand slipping down dispiritedly to fondle her own genitalia to seek release of her billowing passion.

Lisa could feel her husband's secreting shaft batter against her larynx now, and her lips ovalled madly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from her husband's balls like a siphon to her own aching, waiting throat.

Behind her, the middle-aged actor watched the wildly lust-inciting sight of Charles Radwin fucking his big hard cock into the eagerly sucking mouth of his wife. Carpenter was driven on to crazed fucking of her vagina as he realized that the release of his incredible load of sperm was near its end, his balls throbbing like two wild things as they slapped hard against the wet, soft furrow of Lisa's cunt.

She rolled and flung her buttocks back now against Don's forward driving shaft, feeling it deep in her cunt but interested in, concentrating on, her husband's prick in the warm wet grotto of her mouth. She moaned and mewled around his lust-throbbing cock like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself now, her hips and tightly clenching vagina swirling more wildly around Don Carpenter's shaft, her lips and tongue wildly tasting every ridge and vein of her husband's prick.

Charles was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at his wife's slavishly working mouth around the great girth of his penis and he could see her taut, firm young breasts sway back and forth along his cock. He could see her lips clinging to the head of his immense weapon on the backstroke of her head, and he could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting his swinging testicles painfully, the twin blocks of desire slapping enticingly off the small, sweat-covered chin of his young wife as she sucked him.

Lisa began to nibble with her sharp white teeth the rock-hard, bloated skin of his blood filled cock, sipping at it as if it were a gigantic straw and his semen was a delicious ice cream soda and she wanted all of it in her mouth, wanted him to cum, her husband, wanted to taste his hot seed as it filled her mouth to overflowing. More wildly she sucked him now, flinging and robing her buttocks back against the pile-driving weapon on Don Carpenter, caught between the two pistoning cocks as if she was a pull toy on two huge rubber bands.

And then suddenly Don's fingers dug painfully into Lisa's quivering hips, the nails drawing blood from the soft sweating globes and he began to chant crazily, his eyes rolling in their sockets. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming… I'm cummmiiingggg!" His cock began to jerk then as he pummeled insanely forward into the young wife's anus, and Lisa suddenly felt his fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the burning cauldrons of his testicles and fill her rectum to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning buttocks along the backs of her thighs, and pool on the blanket beneath her flailing body.

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" she gurgled in mindless delight around her husband's cock, the pressure of Don's thrusts as he continued to jettison more and more torrents of steaming hot seed into her anus driving her face forward so that her lips and her nose were pressed tightly against the wiry bristles of her husband's thick pubic hair, his prick all but strangling her convulsing young throat and the masculine aroma of his heaving genitals like an added aphrodesia in her flaring nostrils.

Then quickly, Charles increased his pace and the length of his stroke knowing that he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that was his balls almost brimming over.

Lisa felt the awful emptiness in her unfulfilled vagina now and desperately reached back with her own finger to continue what Don had left unfinished. Now the desperately aching husband was slamming into his wife's mouth with increasing force, drawing his swollen cock nearly out of her tight, moist lips clasping at it hungrily, then plunging in again until his swollen testicles slapped hard against her chin. The pressure was mounting, mounting, in his billowing scrotum, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming, of his filling his wife with torrents of rushing, hotly burning seed…

"I'll do it for you… I'll do it… Oh Don… darling… eat me while I suck on Lisa." Rachel's voice reached the blonde wife's ears as if from a great distance, and then she felt something warm and sharp piercing her cunt… the other woman's tongue, while at the same time Rachel pushed Lisa's own hand away.

Lisa began now to toss her head in frenzied abandoned ecstasy, impaled on the other woman's tongue while her mouth was impaled on her husband's rock-hard shaft. Her mouth was fastened to his cock and she sucked still harder, trying to milk it, as her pussy was trying to milk Rachel's pistoning tongue.

"I'm almost… there…" Charles shouted in mindless ecstasy and she was almost there herself, as was Rachel, whose own steaming cunt was now being expertly manipulated by her own husband's tongue and mouth.

Charles increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as she writhed wildly beneath Rachel, grinding up and down on her tongue with incredible fury, her legs twitching wide, her toss curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards. He knew that both women were near orgasm now and he pounded deeper, deeper into Lisa's throat.

"Ooooohh, ohhhh, ooohhhhh," Lisa chanted around his cock as she felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle.

And then she convulsed between her husband and Rachel, as her pussy walls began to secrete their warm gushes of wet sticky fluid around Rachel's tongue. She was cumming, cumming… And then Rachel too, felt her own orgasm approaching and suddenly the two women were groaning wildly, uncontrollably at the same time as their orgasms hit simultaneously.

And Charles could hold back no longer as his own hot churning sperm was about to race through his cock to fill his wife's mouth. He jerked wildly, spasming, her mouth sucking at him feverishly, and then his orgasm struck fully and his balls erupted burning fire from within them, causing his body to tremble in palsied motion. His juices spurted from the opening in his prickhead far into the waiting throat of his wife's still moaning mouth… a never-ending flow which almost choked her as she furiously worked to swallow every last drop of his wonderful cum… Until finally he collapsed, spent and satisfied.

But now Don Carpenter's cock was erect and excited once again and he was moving towards Lisa with the idea of fucking her still once more.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Suddenly Charles was alert again. "All right you bastard… You and you're lesbian slut of a wife have had your fun here… Now get the hell out… before I kill you."

"Hey," Don said, in his deep rich baritone, trying to sound both calm and authoritative a ridiculous contrast to his quickly wilting penis. "Don't get the wrong idea Radwin! She's done all this of her own free will."

Charles looked at Lisa. The pleasure of her orgasm had receded and on her face now was a look of total confusion and anxiety. "Did you do all this of your own free will or did they drug you again… The truth Lisa… I want the truth…"

"I… I don't know… I can't remember…" Her mind was still vague and fogged from the Vin Mariani.

"You'd better remember baby… you'd just better…"

Rachel looked imploring at her husband. "Come on love… let's get out of here… We just gave this guy what was probably the best time of his life and he's angry… People…! Well it takes all kinds…"

"You're not going anywhere…" Charles said and something he his tone stopped them cold… "Until I find out exactly what went on here this afternoon."

Lisa looked so helpless and confused now that Charles tried a new tack with her. He went over and gently began to run his fingers through her long blonde hair in a comforting way. "Now just think about it honey… what happened…"

"Well, Rachel came over to visit… and I offered her coffee… and she asked me to try this liqueur…"

"What kind of liqueur… where's the fucking bottle…"

"In the kitchen…"

"Okay…" he said rushing to his feet and running into the house. The bottle of the Mariani was on the table… he read the label… Cocaine! 1893… what the…? Holy shit. This is insane. I can't blame my wife when they keep drugging her… but this stuff is illegal and I'm gonna make those two pay for this so that they'll never forget what happens when you mess with Charles Radwin.

He came back out into the backyard, brandishing the bottle in one hand and carrying the phone with its long cord, in the other. "Okay… you bastards… you took advantage of my wife… and you know what I'm going to do… You broke the law… you're no better than the pusher who turns innocent kids on… And I'm gonna see you pay your dues for this one…"

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Don his voice still resounding with composure and confidence.

"That self-assured act won't work with me… I'm calling the police and this is the evidence."

A wide smile spread across Don Carpenter's face. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"That sounds like a bad line out of one of your B movies," Charles said sarcastically. "But you're full of shit…"

"Well, perhaps you should hear me out first… That is… a man we both know owes me a favor… a biggy… he was indiscreet and I helped him out. And I'm the only one who knows the details…"

"Shit," Charles exclaimed… "You could have been a grade B writer as well as a bad actor…"

Suddenly Lisa's soft voice penetrated the air. "I think you'd better listen to him darling."

"That's right Charles," Rachel said. "Farley Greendawn is the mutual acquaintance Don is referring to… and I do believe you owe all this…" She swept her hand to include the house and the magnificent Bel-Air scenery… "To Farley… It could all disappear tomorrow if you continue to be so silly…"

"Why… why that's blackmail."

Rachel laughed. "Now who's writing the melodrama… It's business darling, merely business."

Charles was crushed. It wasn't that he was not a man of principle… but to give up everything he had worked for so long and so hard not the house and the neighborhood that was just the icing on the cake… but the work itself… it was a passion… a passion grand enough at times to interfere even with his marriage. Shit! The Carpenters had him by the balls, and man, it was painful.

"Charles dear, have a drink to calm you down!" said Rachel and handed him the bottle of Mariani. Before he realized what he had done, he had taken a couple of deep swigs of the cocaine-laced beverage.

A few moments later Rachel was rubbing her smoothly tanned, fully round breams against his still-bare back. "Now honey," she said… "why don't we all just be good neighbors… Doesn't this feel good," she cooed… "Doesn't it…?"

And before the Radwins realized what was happening, they were once again involved in orgiastic pleasure with their corrupt neighbors.

The next morning, when Charles and Lisa were again alone, they realized they had been forever transformed. They had found pleasure and freedom greater than anything they had ever known, but they were all too aware of the price… a double price… which was the loss forever of the innocence of their love, and the knowledge that the demands of the world had compromised their ideals. It wasn't bad and it wasn't good… it was just growing older.

Content

Roger Fitzgerald
The Hollywood swappers

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT