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
