Chapter 3
A late-model Oldsmobile convertible sailed neatly up the Pacific Coast Highway towards Malibu. Bill Taylor sat in the sleek car, liking the feel of the ocean breeze rippling through his hair, driving smoothly in the bright June morning. He was glad to be out of the city, away from the complications and difficulties with Lori. One part of him felt deeply ashamed of the rough treatment he had given her the night before, but another part instinctively knew that what had happened was only the result of long-pent-up needs and desires. In fact, he had to admit that despite the cruelty of his fucking, he had actually enjoyed it.
Hell, he thought, I felt like a man! Strong and potent! God knows I haven't felt like that in a long time. Too long!
He loved his wife, loved her deeply. But somehow he felt the difficulties he encountered with her were greater than he knew how to handle. Sure, he'd dated before he married and had been known to "swing" on occasion; although he was no Don Juan, he knew how to handle women. At least up till now. He had racked his brain to see if there wasn't some way he could reach Lori, some gentler attitude, perhaps, or new sexual technique, but no matter what he tried it all ended in disappointment and failure. Little wonder, then, that he had exploded last night like he did.
Christ, maybe we should both see analysts, he mused.
He tried to push all tormenting thoughts out of his head and concentrate on the business at hand: Edy Randall. His boss had tried to give him some idea what to expect.
"I'll tell you Bill," Ed Carey had said only last night, "she's a strange girl. Unpredictable. Wild! You know what I mean? She's had to fight her way through a jungle ever since she was just a kid, and it's made her a little tough. 'Temperamental,' is the word, I think. But you can handle her. Just turn on the old charm."
Bill wondered if the "old charm" would be enough in this situation. He remembered Edy Randall from her sensational screen debut at seventeen in Child Bride. There had been such a storm of protest that the film very nearly wasn't released; churches denounced it, preachers warned against it from their Sunday morning pulpits; but when the picture opened the public flocked to it, and small wonder. Edy Randall was perfect for the role: a backwoods bride, supposedly just fourteen, married to a lecherous, drunken farmer. She was seductive, vulnerable, exotic, and exciting by turns; she exuded a magnetic quality that made her a superstar almost overnight. He had seen the film when he was sixteen years old, and the first view of the black-haired nymphet made his youthful cock shoot erect like a cannon. On the surface she seemed innocent and naive, an apple-cheeked country girl. But when she turned on the sex appeal the screen sizzled with smoldering eroticism; she became the sex symbol for a whole generation of men.
Picture after picture starring the young discovery were released. Girl of the Mountains, Roadhouse, Saturday Nite, Reform School Confidential, That Kelly Girl! and dozens of others. She had almost won an oscar for one of them, he recalled. Lately though, he knew her career was on the skids. The public wanted more sophisticated women now, or girls with waif-like qualities. Edy's straight-forward sensuality was in decline. But there was a chance, with a television series, to revive her career.
Bill slowed down by a huge iron gate on the outskirts of Malibu. An insignia, a coiled snake, located on a stone post, was the only sign that it was a star's estate. He stopped the car. Almost immediately the gates swung open automatically.
Must be some kind of electric eye device, he supposed, as he maneuvered the car into the drive.
The grounds to her estate were heavily wooded, and after driving a short distance the woods cleared, revealing an enormous, rectangular house of concrete and glass; beyond it was the sweep of the Pacific. He parked the car and got out; his eyes took in the spacious grounds. The majestic house was located on the edge of a steep cliff. Exotic plants and flowers grew everywhere in abundance. By a narrow series of steps carved out of the side of the cliff one could descend to the private, rock-enclosed beach below. The house was of a sleek, modern design, with simple sharp lines. He found himself at the front door. A wide slab of solid walnut with an oddly shaped knocker. Suddenly Bill stared open-mouthed at the metal object: it was -a man's cock, a bronze penis that swung down to hit .........Christ, it's a cunt! A cock and cunt doorknocker!
He couldn't believe it at first, but on closer inspection there was no doubt as to what it was. Tentatively he reached out and, feeling slightly foolish, took the strange, phallic object in his hand and pounded it on the metal pussy.
This is going to be some weekend, he thought, some hell of a weekend.
He heard a voice from inside.
"Just a minute, honey; I'll be right there."
There was no mistaking that throaty, sensuous voice. Moments later the wide door swung open, and the ravishing star stood before him. He gasped when he saw her. She was just as svelte and beautiful as she looked in her pictures! Her face was radiant: ivory skin, with deep green, cat-like eyes, an upturned nose, like a little girl's, and full, red lips, lips that had set the silver screen ablaze in full closeup. Her famed black hair was in complete disarray, but it made her look like a wild gypsy woman, the way it was tangled luridly. She looked breathless, as if she had just run up a broad hillside to meet her peasant lover.
"Well, hello, good-looking," she said melodiously, her eyes taking in Bill's handsome face and slim, obviously muscular physique.
The young lawyer could hardly speak as he caught sight of the star's fabulous body. Her smooth shoulders were like warm carrara marble. She wore a skimpy silk halter that perfectly outlined her melon-size breasts, those supplely shimmering globes that jutted out so proudly. The flimsy material was almost transparent, and he could clearly see the ruddy nipples beneath the halter, and the dark aureoles surrounding them. He had to resist the temptation to reach out and grab that succulent flesh with his hands.
She's incredible!
Her midriff was bare, and she wore a glittering ruby-like jewel in her navel. Her hips were clad in the skimpiest, tightest hot pants he had ever seen. They were made of extremely thin glove leather, or deerskin, almost the color of flesh so she appeared almost stark naked. The leather was so tight it revealed the furrowed vaginal cleft perfectly, and he could even see the outlined mound of her pubic hair. Her legs were long and slender, and she wore thong sandals to accentuate her delicate little feet.
"I'm Bill Taylor...."
"I know, honey .. . come on in."
She turned away from him and led him inside the house. The attorney caught his breath when he saw the lust half-moons of her buttocks tightly encased in the hot pants. Involuntarily, his huge cock jerked to life.
"Just shut the door behind you," she called back over her shoulder. "I've got some Martini's ready. By the way are you hungry?"
"No," he said, shutting the door. "I had something at a restaurant before I got here."
He found himself on the first floor of a two-story house. The living room took up most of the first floor, and it was breathtaking to behold. There was practically no furniture. Just a wall-to-tall, thick-piled golden shag rug, a few low tables, and dozens of huge pillows flung about in expensive brocades, velvets and satin. Splashes of red, orange and rust caught the eye. One wall offered a massive wall of sliding glass doors opening onto a carpeted balcony overlooking the Pacific; another wall was completely covered in smokey glass. The third had huge paintings of naked men and women, some in various states of copulation. Every detail of their bodies was perfectly drawn, particularly the genitals, which were in every case enlarged almost past reality. Bill found himself staring at the pictures as Edy mixed the Martini's.
"What do you think?" she asked, handing him a crystal glass full of clear liquid. "Like the picture?"
'They're...they're really something," he said, taking the glass. The combination of the obscene pictures and her magnetic presence, nearly naked next to him, made his body warm and flush. A light sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I did them myself ... I love to paint... and I especially love to paint people. And cocks and pussy." She turned to him with a little-girlish expression. "Did I shock you? I get carried away sometimes. If I go too far you just tell me, okay?"
She looked at him with such, sweet, innocent eyes that he felt hot vibrations run through him. He wanted to take her in his arms and ... kiss her! Fuck her! A sudden pang of guilt washed through him, and he quickly took a sip of the strong Martini.
"Hey," he said, savoring the drink, you sure like it dry."
"I like my Martini's very dry...other things I like wet," the actress replied, smiling mysteriously. "Say, take off your jacket and make yourself at home. You don't mind if I don't join you for the drink, do you? I don't like liquor myself. Except for a little wine."
"No, not at all."
"Good. Then I hope you also don't mind what I do like. Cocaine."
"Cocaine?" Bill had only heard of cocaine from news reports, or from trials where drugs were involved. "No, I don't mind. To tell you the truth I've never been around it."
"You haven't? Oh honey, do you want to try it? I've got some dynamite stuff!"
"No ... no, I don't think so." Bill had heard enough about drugs to know it was wise to stay well away.
'Too bad...well maybe I can persuade you to have some later." She started to move across the room; then, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she gazed at her body for a moment. "Gee, I look such a mess, I only got up about twenty minutes ago. I'm sorry."
She stretched, so that every inch of her sensually voluptuous body was exposed in its fullest to Bill's eager gaze. His rapidly enlarging cock pounded with excitement as his eyes roved hungrily over her creamy flesh.
"You...you look fine," the young lawyer said, somewhat hesitantly. He had never met anyone like her before, and he found himself completely fascinated. In fact, he could barely tear his eyes away from her luscious curves.
Get yourself under control, he commanded with an inner voice, you're a married man!
With deliberation, he set his drink down on a low table and then took off his madras sports jacket. From across the room the alluring actress watched the blond, sun-tanned attorney. Her glittering green eyes roved quickly over his tall, slender body and she inwardly approved of his broad shoulders and slim hips. He wore a bright yellow shirt and tight black flared slacks. The material of his pants outlined his muscular legs and thighs.
"You don't look like a lawyer," Edy said, smiling. "Most lawyers are paunchy and bald, and they smell of deodorant. You I like. Are you Scandinavian?"
"My mother was from Sweden ... my father was Scottish."
"Quite a combination. You're gorgeous honey."
'Thanks," he said, trying to conceal the blush that lightly tinged his fair skin a light red. He reclined on the pillows and watched as Edy knelt behind a low wooden table. She opened a drawer and withdrew a small metal box. Raising the lid, she took out a tiny gold spoon and a little blue bowl of white powder. Taking a small scoop of the powder in the spoon she lifted it to her nose. Holding one nostril closed with her finger, she quickly snorted the white substance into her nose, inhaling it deeply.
"Mmmmmmm...." she sighed. "This stuff hits fast. Numbs your nose too. And it feels sooooooo goooooodd! Sure you won't have some?"
"No ... no thanks," he said.
"Okay. But as my Grandfather used to say, 'Sonny, it's guaranteed to put pepper in your pecker'!"
Bill laughed suddenly and uproariously at her joke. Despite a vague sense of disapproval of this curvaceous female's habits, he found himself more and more enchanted by her hypnotic, uninhibited personality.
Edy was pleased she was having such an obviously positive effect on the handsome young man. Lifting the spoon of powder to her other nostril, she quickly inhaled again. She repeated this several times, until finally she closed the box and put it away in the drawer. Her eyes began to take on a hazy cast, that made her appear somewhat unearthly. Bill watched intently as the actress relaxed into the high of the drug. Her voluptuous body seemed to relax and melt, become even more enticing. Her skin seemed to shimmer and glow. She closed her eyes, still kneeling, and let her head hang back.
"Oooooohhhhhh..." she sighed. Arching her back, she pushed her large, ripely firm breasts forward. Bill's eyes bulged as he saw them jutted out proudly...two luscious globes tantalizingly concealed behind the sheer silk of her skimpy halter. It seemed to the awe-struck lawyer that the slightest breeze would untie the flimsy garment and send it fluttering away, fully exposing her warm flesh in all its glory. He took another swallow of his potent drink, and began to feel raunchy and mellow as the heady effects of the alcohol relaxed his muscles. His body grew warmer. His breath came faster and faster.
Edy lifted her head and sat erect.
"Oh, I just love that sweet cocaine," she said in a voice slightly softened and woozy from the powder. She rose from the floor and went to a panel of switches embedded in the walls. She flicked one of them, and music suddenly filled the room from hidden, unseen speakers. It was rock music, bluesy and hard.
"The Grateful Dead," she said, undulating her perfect, sculptured body to the lewd pulsing rhythms of the music. "I love their music. I love them, too. Have you ever seen them?"
"No ... I haven't ... in fact I don't keep up much with what's happening in music...."
"No? Oh, honey, where've you been keeping yourself? Oh, Edy's gonna have to take you under her wing and give you a lesson or two."
She smiled impishly at him, and he smiled back. He liked the sexy beat of the music and found himself swinging his hips a little in accompaniment, as Edy moved about the room undulating her body obscenely, shaking her hips in a grinding, rotating motion that made Bill's penis lurch excitedly. The sudden surge of hot desire made the handsome attorney conscious for the first time since he'd arrived of the purpose of his mission. Feeling somewhat awkward, he stopped dancing.
"Say...about those contracts ... I think maybe I should look them over..."
"Oh, god, the contracts! Jesus, honey, I almost forgot all about them. That's what The Dead' do to me! I get so carried away with their music I just want to boogie all night. Have you ever seen them?"
"No...."
"Oh, that's right... I remember...well they're really good looking ... in those cowboy hats and jeans...and long hair ... oh I just love guys in long hair! Oh, but don't get me wrong...short hair is groovy too ... in fact on some guys its really better, like with you..." she gave him a little teasing wink. "Now those contracts...where the hell are they...."
She went to a low table that apparently served" as a desk, for she began to rummage through drawers filled with papers and contracts.
"Dammit, I can't find them anywhere...." she said, flinging papers every which way around the room. Maybe they're upstairs. Whew, I'm tired already."
She slammed the drawers shut and flung herself down on the pillows, splaying her legs lewdly.
Christ, I can see up those leather hot pants almost right into her cunt, Bill thought excitedly, as the succulent film star opened her legs in front of him, lying only a few feet from where he stood.
"How about we rest awhile until I come down a little, then I'll look again. I think we should get acquainted first anyway, okay?"
"Okay," Bill said, spellbound by her revealing position.
Bill sat down, reclining on the pillows. Edy lay back fully arching her back and spreading her legs obscenely.
"Aaaahhhhhh...." she sighed, "it's so nice to lie here stoned and feel my body."
She began to stretch and writhe on the pillows in a way that made Bill's massively growing cock pound with lewd desire. As much as he tried to resist her charms, the sight of this lushly sensual woman spreading her legs like a whore and running her hands over her wantonly writhing, nearly naked body was exciting the young lawyer beyond belief. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of ecstatic, erotic dream induced by the drug. With infinite laziness of gestures the ravishing creature reached her hand up and undid the thin tie of her halter which fell away fully exposing the sharp-pointed mounds of her fleshy breasts. The sight of it took the young lawyer's breath away. She was crazy and sensual beyond anything he had ever known possible.
"You don't mind if I just take off this halter, do you? It's so warm .. . and my tits feel so much nicer with just that cool air on them...."
"No...." the blond attorney said, mesmerized by the events that were taking place, "do whatever you want. Believe me it's fine with me."
'Then take off your shirt if you want...."
Bill froze at her suggestion. Suddenly he was brought back to reality with a shock.
What the hell am I doing here with this freaked-out chick?
The image of his wife's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he became deeply ashamed of having let himself become so carried away with what was happening. She was obviously seducing him! He had been slowly drifting completely under her lewd spell. He sat up suddenly, feeling almost nauseous.
Sensing his discomfort Edy sat up also.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"Nothing...nothing...." Bill stammered. "I guess it's the drink. I'm a little dizzy...that's all..."
The actress knew at once what the trouble was.
'Thinking about your wife?"
Bill stared at her intensely. She seemed able to read his every thought! His mind reeled in confusion! The situation was getting completely out of hand, and he was powerless to stop it. Edy leaned forward; the closeness of her nakedly quivering breasts electrified him.
"Let me lay my cards on the table, Bill. I like you. In fact I think you're beautiful.. . one of the most beautiful, desirable men I've ever met ... "
Bill was pleased at the compliment, but his mind still struggled in resistance to the voluptuous female's artful charms.
"I want you ... I want to feel your big old cock in my pussy...."
The handsome attorney could scarcely believe what she was saying to him. It was incredible, and yet at the same time he was wildly excited by it. Her eyes glittered and seemed to hypnotize as she gazed intensely at him and spoke. He couldn't pull himself away from her no matter how hard he tried!
"Oh baby, I know how to make a man happy ... let me show you ... I want you to fuck me ... fuck me with your big prick, Bill..."
His heart thudded against his chest like thunder, and his long, massively pulsating cock was boiling with excitement. Edy reached out and placed her hand squarely on his pulsing crotch, and began to massage it with slow, lewd gestures.
"What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her ... this is between us Bill. . . you and I... our little secret. . . why shouldn't two beautiful animals fuck each other if they're attracted ... it's only natural.. . and I want to cum with you Bill... I want to cum like fire with your cock in my cunt..."
Her ruby red lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy, her eyes glimmered like jewels, and BUI felt himself become consumed with an overwhelming desire to screw the living hell out of this luscious female. In a sudden swirl of obscene desire, all guilt, doubts and thoughts of Lori were smashed aside. With a groan of animal lust he suddenly reached out and grabbed her voluptuous half-naked body, drawing her to him in a tight embrace.
"Oh baby," Bill said, holding her tightly in his muscular arms. "Oh baby!"
The excited young lawyer fiercely kissed her, shoving his quivering tongue deep into her open mouth, flicking his oral spear behind her teeth, merging his tongue obscenely with hers, then letting his tip explore every inch of the warm wet cavern. Bill exulted in the fact that she offered no resistance whatever, she craved him, and he could feel it in her vulgar, willing surrender to his eagerly probing tongue.
Edy's hand quickly roved down between Bill's legs where she felt the thickly stiff penis, throbbing with lust and straining against his tight slacks. She slowly began to massage it again - playing with his hardness through his clothes.
"Oooooooohhhhh...." he moaned into her open mouth as she caressed the soft, pulsing mound of his testicles. His hands slid smoothly over the velvety naked flesh of her back. How warm and silky it felt! Then his hands moved down to the supplely rounded cushions of her buttocks, tightly encased in the soft leather. He squeezed hard, reveling in the resilience, then rubbed his palms over the smooth surface of the hot pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear beneath, and his hand slid obscenely down inside, fingering the nakedly warm fold of her ass cheeks.
Edy reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of Bill's earlobe, lightly at first, then a little harder. At first the muscular attorney didn't like the twinge of sharp pain, but as she continued, the quick harsh darts were undeniably exciting and his body tingled, surging with throbbing desire.
"Like that?" she whispered.
In response, he suddenly bent down and kissed her neck hard with his tightened lips, making a little red welt in her skin.
"Ooooohhhhh baby!" she purred, throwing her head back and digging her fingers sharply into his shoulders.
Bill shuddered through his entire body, now inflamed with lust. His long hard cock throbbed excitedly, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth of her steaming pussy. In the turbulent onrush of passion he had flung aside all reason and restraint. Kneeling down, he slowly unlaced the skimpy leather hot pants. Slowly, the garment began to slide down her legs. She stood to help him undress her, standing before him like an amazon goddess, eyes blazing, black hair in a wild, tangled mass, her face a mask of lurid animal passion. She allowed him to remove the garment almost like a ritual. He sat on his heels, after flinging the pants in the corner, and gazed at her in disbelief. She stood totally naked, her warm skin gleaming; the sex idol of millions stood there obscenely, her enormous breasts heaving, gleaming with lust. She spread her legs apart like a whore.
"I'm all your's, lover..." she purred, thrusting her hips forward and pulling wide her outer vaginal lips with her hands to fully expose the pink, wetly throbbing flesh of her pussy.
"Like it?" She didn't give him a chance to answer. Smiling lewdly she knelt down and sat before Bill, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as she wet her lips by lolling her tongue over them teasingly. She pulled the shirt off of his upper torso, fully revealing his athletic muscular build.
"You look like Adonis...." the torrid female whispered admiringly. "Like the Greek god Adonis."
She pulled him to his feet, and ran her hands over his well-muscled chest and shoulders.
"There's not an ounce of fat anywhere," she said. Swiftly she unbuckled his wide leather belt and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and tantalizingly down. Then deftly she lowered both the pants and shorts, fully exposing his genitals. His iron-hard cock shot erect, pulsating with excitement. His hairy balls, swaying lewdly underneath, pulsed and tightened in anticipation.
"You've got quite a cock and balls, lover ... big and hard as a shotgun...."
She grabbed the young attorney's pulsing tool with her hands and caressed it lovingly.
Overcome with excitement, Bill pulled away momentarily to quickly kick off his pants, shoes and socks. Both of them were naked now, two perfect bodies aching to fuck. They embraced, clasping each other feverishly. Edy loved his hard young body, and her hands roamed eagerly over his broad back and slim hips. She gripped his hard, muscular buttocks obscenely.
"You're beautiful," she gasped, "beautiful!"
Bill, shaking with excitement, ran his hands over the satin-smooth skin of her nakedly voluptuous body.
His hot hands squeezed her huge, soft quivering breasts then slid toward the sleek warm curves of her hips. Edy thrust her pelvis back and forth in rhythm to the luridly pounding rock music that poured from the walk as she again clasped the lawyer's thick, wildly throbbing cock and skillfully slid back the soft foreskin to expose the hot rubbery head, teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves that drove Bill into a frenzy of passion.
"Aaaahhhh!" he groaned. His hand quickly dropped down to the softly curling strands of pubic hair that sparsely surrounded her vaginal slit and began exploring the moistly heated area with trembling hands.
Edy cried out with pleasure as she felt his fingers probe the entire length of her warmly twitching furrow of cuntal flesh. He massaged the tender clitoris, which hardened instantly, sending a shiver of lewd excitement through the lust-crazed actress; then, without warning, he suddenly buried his outstretched middle finger deeply into the wildly throbbing vaginal sheath.
"YES!" she cried, opening her legs to receive his plunging finger. "YESSSSS!"
Bill eagerly wormed his finger into the warm moist interior of her pussy, and the action seemed to drive her mad with lust.
"Oh I want you to come into me now! Now!" she cried, driven to the point of erotic explosion by his finger strokes.
The shamelessly aroused actress moved quickly towards another part of the room, facing the vast expanse of mirror. She knelt down dog fashion, facing it.
Damn, Bill thought, what the hell is she up to?
Her gleaming white buttocks waggled at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be taken from behind.
My god, she wants me dog fashion, so she can watch it in the mirror! Christ!
Edy knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Despite his initial shock, Bill found himself driven wild by every crude, obscene aspect of her behavior. She was calling forth a dark jungle instinct that he had only barely known existed until recently. It was a barbaric, vulgar part of him and he reveled in it!
"Fuck me from behind," she screamed. "Ram that big cock of yours right into me from behind!"
At her lewd words, the young lawyer exploded with lust. He moved to her, breathing like a panting beast, his massive hardness fully erect and purplish-red from excitement. The veins along the length of his organ were fully outlined and straining against the thin membrane of skin as his sperm-laden balls rocked and thundered with passion. The naked young attorney positioned himself behind her and placed the pounding head of his massive pole at the wetly puckering entrance to her pussy, then he caught sight of himself in the mirror and could scarcely believe what he beheld. He looked like a rampaging demon-god or satyr. It was a wild and powerful image he beheld, a side of himself both new and extraordinary!
GIVE IT TO ME, LOVER! SLAM IT INTO ME NOW!" she cried out, her head thrown back, her green eyes glazed with lust and cocaine.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHH!" Bill cried, and shoved his long, massively thick penis all the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath almost to her belly; he buried it up to the hilt, causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce against the back of her eagerly trembling thighs. He began ramming his cock in and out of her hot young pussy, and each thrust made a wet sluicing sound that drove them both mad with sensuality.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "You feel so good."
"So do you, lover! Your cock feels like a big hot log inside me ! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He began to move his lust-inflated cock in and out of her, increasing his rhythm as he went. A savage music came pounding from the hidden stereo speakers: wild, erotic guitar music, drums that drove him on with vulgar insistency. Edy pumped back eagerly, her vaginal walls growing moist; the tight flesh clasped hungrily at his long battering ram.
The frenzied young attorney had never before known such a savage sense of freedom. It was an incredible extension of the sense of lewd abandon that he felt last night when he had cruelly attacked his wife. Now, in the most ferocious coupling of his life, with a female that was desired by millions of men all over the world, he felt potent and lusty beyond his wildest dreams. He rammed her with mounting intensity that bordered on animal madness.
"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you! FUCK YOU!" he shouted.
His obscene shouts, combined with the lascivious images in the mirror, transformed Edy's mind into a turbulent, drug-clouded whirlpool of passion and coarse sexuality. She felt his hard, sweaty body twisting and plunging into her from behind, driving her to maddening heights of sexual delirium. Her loins were burning with passion!
"HARDER," she cried, "FUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME! MAKE ME HURT!"
Her obscene words, and the sight of her thrashing like a feverish banshee in the mirror, drove him on.
So she likes it hard and rough, he thought energetically, well that suits me fine!
Bill had never fucked like this in his life, but he was somehow completely, instinctively at home. He was discovering missing parts of himself. All tender sensibilities were driven totally from his mind as he fucked her without mercy, his powerful, rock-hard buttocks slamming like a wrecking ball as he battered her femaledom. His long, sinewy cock was gorged to the bursting point, as his lust-tightened balls slapped wildly against the actress' wet inner thighs. The sex-maddened young lawyer felt every muscle strained and tense with desire.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" Edy screamed, reveling obscenely in this animal-like fucking she was receiving. The harder he drove into her the more she wanted! And if it hurt and bruised her, than that made it all the more exciting, for the pain affected her like a wild aphrodisiac. She lived for two things: erotic pleasure and public acclaim. She wanted and needed both as much as the cocaine that seeped through her brain. The amoral sex goddess was one of the most shocking creatures in Hollywood! And she didn't care! She craved only excitement now! She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his vile, iron-hard cock burying into her, plunging along the moistly steaming walls of her boiling pussy and slamming like a piston against the tender shuddering nub of her cervix.
Suddenly, Bill felt his wild seed begin to hotly surge and gather in his loins. His testicles, swinging and bouncing as he screwed her mightily, began to build up pressure which would, within seconds, become intolerable.
Edy felt the change in him, and at the same time felt herself bathed in a new exultancy. The exquisite throbbing in her wetly quivering pussy began to grow into earthquake proportions; she was bathed in waves of scalding, pulsing pleasure too erotically beautiful to withhold.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH" she screamed, "I'M CUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGG!"
Her eyes were transfixed on the bronzed lawyer's gleaming, muscular body, caught in the beginning spasms of his own orgasm, as it was reflected in the mirror, while her body shuddered with explosions.
"AHH . AH . . UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Bill yelled as he spurted his torrents of hot jism into her wildly trembling cunt. "FUCK . . FUCK .. AAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" He drove himself in a way he had never done with his wife. His cock was shooting rocket fuel a thousand tons a second into the luridly writhing female.
Edy received his piston-strokes with shrieking cries! Her warmly seeping cuntal juices were flowing freely, and a velvety pleasure washed through her abdomen like a hot magic river.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH...AHHHHH...." she mewled, as little sparkles of warmth raced through every part of her body.
Gradually Bill spent himself completely, and he squeezed the last drops of liquid into her boiling pussy. Then, wordlessly, he withdrew and sank into the soft furry rug, completely exhausted.
Edy slumped forward onto the soft, satin pillows. Her skin felt gossamer, and her body trembled with the aftermath of the intensity of her orgasm.
"My, my, my...." she sighed languidly, "and just think, it's not even noon yet. I may never find those contracts."
Bill laughed, then impulsively leaned over and kissed her deeply and hard on the lips. The kiss lasted less than twenty seconds, and that was long enough for his penis to begin crawling back to a new hardness again.