Roger Fitzgerald - The Hollywood swappers

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.