Roger Fitzgerald: The Hollywood swappers

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.

"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.