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
