Chapter 3

Once inside the Mercedes, Lisa closed her eyes and leaned back against the headrest. She was tired... so tired...

When she opened her eyes again, she realized they had driven way past the gates to Bel-Air and were traveling at great speed down the Pacific Coast highway. Before she had gotten her bearings, Don had made a left turn and was driving past the gates of Malibu Colony.

"I thought you'd like to see our beach house," Don said matter-of- factly, as he got out of the car. They walked to the other side and opened her door, holding his hand for her to grasp as she nearly stumbled from the interior of the automobile. "It's just so beautiful out here at night... especially with this full moon... look at the way it shimmers so silvery on the water... all the diamonds Liz Taylor owns can't sparkle like that."

Lisa was still dazed from her nap and silently followed him into the moonlit house. The wall facing the sea was made entirely of glass and the moon shown in making it unnecessary to turn on the lights. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to her that Don should put his arms around her tiny waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the magnificence of the ocean before them. In fact, she felt strangely at home in his arms. For a moment, the guilt returned, but it was swept away in an instant as Don slowly lifted his arms, positioning his hands at the fullness of her quivering breasts. At first Lisa jumped at his electric touch, but then her still-marijuana drugged mind and body gave themselves over entirely to the comforting, relaxing sensations his hands were giving her.

Don smiled as he felt all resistance flow out of his helpless victim. He could feel the taut nipples of her voluptuous breasts pulsating eagerly beneath the thin material of her light dress. The cool air and events of the night had kept them almost hard since they had been seated side by side at Dino's Lodge, and his expert ministrations urged them on.

Lisa's head lolled back without resistance against his shoulder as he urgently massaged her softly resilient flesh. She put her hands over his, entwining the fingers.

"Oooooooooh, Don," she murmured softly, her aroused body shifting with the movements of his hands, pulsing with the undulations of the waves in the ocean before them. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought of the man she had vowed to love, honor, and obey. Only the gentle urging of his hands manipulating her tingling flesh into the white- hot heat of desire.

Cupping her hands over his, she started to turn, but Don took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching the full length, and looked at each other. He's so good, she thought. So gentle. Nothing he could do would be wrong... nothing... The rock-hard bulge in Don's trousers twitched lewdly against her smoothly flat belly, and she felt the dampness between her legs renewed as her thoughts suddenly envisioned what the huge swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her love-starved cunt. There was no turning back now. It had been too long... much too long. And almost eagerly she let Don draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.

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.