Roger Fitzgerald - The Hollywood swappers

"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.