Chapter 6
It was twilight. Bill Taylor stood on the second-floor balcony outside of Edy Randall's plush, all-white bedroom overlooking the sea. A thin rim of bright orange lingered on the glittering ocean, all that remained of a fantastic Pacific Ocean sunset. It was warm that night, hardly any breeze at all, and the young handsome lawyer stood clad only in his tight, black continental trousers on the carpeted balcony watching the stars appear slowly in a royal blue evening sky. Behind him, past the glass doors and in the interior of the bedroom draped in white satin, Edy Randall stood shouting into the white telephone.
"Did you read that goddamn script?" she was screaming to her television producer in a voice more suited to a fishwife than glamorous star. "Christ, what is this suburban housewife crap? They're writing for Donna Redd or Doris Day or somebody, not me. Everything takes place in the kitchen, Manny. Not one fucking bedroom scene. Listen, the public expects a little excitement from me, not a housedress and a sheepdog!"
The tempestuous star had been distressed over the first pilot film script that had been delivered that afternoon shortly after the feverish love-making that had taken place with the slim, muscular attorney. It had been an incredible fuck, one of the best Bill had ever had in his life.
It had opened up a bold and savage part of his nature that he hardly knew existed; he had never been as turned-on by anyone as he had by the svelte, brazen actress. The memory of her spreading her sleek legs so obscenely before him, clad only in her flesh-colored leather hotpants made his ample cock jerk excitedly against his tight trousers. Yet, another aspect to the lurid encounter had begun to trouble him.
Edy was exciting, yes, but strange and neurotic. She had continued to inhale cocaine through most of the afternoon and was now almost incoherent. She had stumbled through the house with her television script, muttering to herself, stark naked. Periodically she would remember Bill's presence and would run to him and press his hand against the nakedly moist flesh of her fevered pussy. Then she would stagger away, cursing the studio or her agent, or the producer. Her voice carried out into the warm California night.
"And I want you to fire that goddamn director too! He still thinks he's directing Bette Davis tearjerkers." There was a pause, then the lady exploded. "Crap, Manny, pure crap! I want a new script in the morning, and I don't care how many writers you have to drag out of the fuck-bars tonight to do it! Okay? Call me back when you have something!" She slammed down the phone.
"Where are you baby?" she called to Bill.
"On the balcony," he replied, calling over his shoulder.
"I'm going downstairs for a minute ... I need a little refresher. You wait up here, baby, okay?"
"Fine," he said. Bill knew she was going for more cocaine and it troubled him. He didn't understand people who used drugs like that, and an instinctive sense of decency told him that while Edy was sensuous and provocative beyond anything he had known before, she was also mentally off-center. Her mind was warped, probably from too many years of struggle in a town with a heart of stone.
Los Angeles, he thought to himself as he sipped a martini and gazed at the moonlit ocean. what a crazy city!
He and Lori shared an intense dislike for the city; they both yearned to have a comfortable suburban home in the San Fernando Valley where they would be as far away as possible from the jaded Hollywood types and the perverted inhabitants of the massive urban sprawl that made up the "city of the angels."
Some angels, he thought. . .More like Hell's Angels...or Satan's Studs...
Suddenly, his mind flashed back to the sensational trial four months ago. He had been one of a battery of attorneys hired from Carey Associates by Magnum Productions to make sure the motorcyclist was jailed. There had been some doubt in Bill's mind as to the validity of the conviction. Even though he was revolted by the Satan's Studs and their like, he felt there was much evidence to support the outlaw's contention that he had shot the producer in self-defense ... It was common knowledge that the producer was homosexual, and a vicious, dangerous man. But the studio wanted no scandal, and the cyclist was convicted despite the doubt and lack of sufficient evidence. He remembered the leader of the gang shouting angrily in the courtroom, vowing revenge for the jailing of his "buddy." Bill had felt uneasy about the whole thing and had tried to put it out of his head. But now, unaccountably, it returned to him with renewed sharpness. He didn't like the idea of being a part of such a shady deal. .. that, plus the hazards of the city and the recent difficulties with Lori began to weigh in on him like a dark cloud.
And now this crazy actress, he mused. I wish I knew what the hell was happening!
He felt confused, pressured. He closed his eyes and let a light ocean breeze caress his body with warm wafts. It was a magnificent setting, yet he still felt something was wrong.
"Guess what, handsome?" it was Edy, holding some papers. "I found the contracts."
The sight of this ravishing woman outlined in the brightly lit glass doorway took Bill's breath away and banished his troubling thoughts immediately. The scintillating actress was dressed in a sheer chiffon pink nightgown that billowed and flowed around her lushly naked form beneath. The sleeves and hem were rimmed with pink fur. The light from behind her vividly silhouetted her succulent, curvaceous body through the gauzy chiffon. The young lawyer's skin tingled with desire at the staggering vision. Her fragrant perfume drifted lightly on the air as she moved to him slowly. Her supple curves shimmered like liquid mercury, and her raven-black hair swirled like dark fire around her beautiful moonlit face.
"They were under some pillows in the living room," she said, her voice woozy from the white powder that ravaged her brain. "Here."
She shoved the legal documents at him, then as he took them, she grabbed his arms and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, her hot, wet tongue plunging deeply into his mouth. She held the kiss for a long time, and Bill almost grew dizzy from the violent intensity of it. Still clutching the contracts he wrapped his arms around her and held her soft, luxuriant form to his partly nude body. His penis awakened, grew and began throbbing with lust at the merest contact with the voluptuous actress. His body was electrified from head to foot.
Suddenly, the black-haired woman pulled away and looked up at him with a sly smile.
"How about another fuck before dinner," she crooned. "I want to feel that big hard cock of yours inside me again. Oh, you're such a good lay."
Bill was trembling with passion.
"Anytime, baby," he found himself saying, despite all his earlier reservations. "Anytime." He pulled her warmly inviting body into his and was digging his tongue into her warm mouth when, abruptly, a beeping horn interrupted the passionate spell that had settled over the two of them.
"Oh, Christ, who's that?" Edy wondered. They could see the light of a car pulling into the drive. "I'll go see."
She quickly vanished downstairs.
Bill glanced over the contracts as he moved slowly into the bedroom, then went to the circular bed where he had flung his brief-case hours earlier. Opening it, he leafed through the papers inside.
They're not here, he thought to himself, I know I put those memo's from Carey in here this morning, now where the hell. . .
He rummaged through the papers, and inspected every compartment of the cowhide case.
Christ, I must have left it at home! I was so anxious to get out I must have missed picking up that memo. Damn! I'll have to call Lori and see if they're where she can find them.
Reproving himself for his stupidity, he went to the phone and began dialing his home. Downstairs he could hear Edy's voice.
"Roberto! You darling, I thought you were still in Mexico...."
The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. After ten rings. Bill began to panic. Lori usually didn't go out alone at night. If she was going to meet friends she usually told him beforehand so he'd know where she was. It was decidedly unusual for her not to be there.
God, I hope something hasn't happened, he thought, a tremor of fear flashing through him.
He let the phone ring a few more times, then hung up and lit a cigarette. He paced nervously around the room, feeling that perhaps he ought to go home for those memo's, just to check and make sure Lori was all right.
It's probably nothing, he argued to himself, she's probably gone down to the lobby for cigarettes or something...still. . .
Suddenly Edy returned. Her spirits had apparently soared for she was bubbling over with happiness.
"Roberto's home," she said excitedly.
"Who's Roberto?" he asked.
"My fiancé...nobody knows it yet, but we decided to get married last week. It's a secret. He used to be my gardener, but he's so cute I decided he was going to be hubby number six." She winked at him. "Too bad you're married honey, or I might have even thrown over Roberto for you...." She giggled girlishly, then checked quickly to see if he had followed her upstairs. "Don't tell him I said that ... he gets crazy sometimes...anyway, I thought he was down in Mexico scoring some more coke . .. that's cocaine ... but he got it and he's back! Isn't that groovy?" She turned and fled from the bedroom and returned downstairs. He could hear a man's laughter, and Bill guessed it was Roberto. The "fiancé" was news to him, but he had been warned, after all, to expect anything from her. He wondered what "Roberto's" reaction would be to his presence. He quickly picked up his martini from the bed table and drank a long deep swallow, hoping to blot out the confusion with a strong drink. He began to feel more mellow almost immediately, and he sat on the bed savoring the dry clear liquid.
"Come on up and meet my lawyer, sweetheart," he heard Edy say. In a few minutes the star returned with her husband to be.
Bill guessed that the young man who entered the room was of Mexican origin. He was young, about twenty or twenty-one, and looked like one of those surly hustlers he'd seen walking up and down Hollywood Boulevard looking for an expensive patron, male or female. He wore only tight, white slacks with a wide leather belt and high cowboy boots. His hair was blacker than Edy's and obviously styled by a Los Angeles hairdresser barber specializing in men. He wore an abundance of rings and silver bracelets. His wiry, slender build gave the impression of years of digging ditches or hauling cargo on the docks, a type always attractive to women like Edy. He smiled at Bill, his pearl-white teeth vividly set off by his dark, Latin skin. His eyes were black, and had a hint of cruelty in them.
"This is Roberto. Isn't he gorgeous?"
"Hello," Bill said, trying not to betray his somewhat contemptuous attitude towards the newcomer.
Roberto said nothing, only smiled. Years of experience had taught him that his trade as a male love-object required nothing more than good looks and a big cock. Anything more was a waste of time.
"How nice for me," Edy said moving to the glass doors that led into the wide, spacious balcony. "Two fabulous men, a warm night, and plenty of booze and cocaine. Who could ask for anything more?" she sang raucously.
"I may have to leave for a while." Bill said. "I've left some important memo's at the house and I've got to get them."
"Oh, baby, what a drag...just call your wife and have her send them by messenger...."
"There...there's no answer," Bill said, somewhat perturbed, "and I think I'd better check to see if everything's okay at home "Oooohhhh...." Edy moaned petulantly, "I don't want you to go. Your little wifey will be all right. Maybe she's out with the delivery boy...."
Bill resented her remark, and a flush of anger suddenly reddened his face. Edy saw his reaction at once and tried to smooth things over.
"I didn't mean anything by that Bill," she said..."I'm always running off at the mouth, aren't I, Robby?"
Roberto, who had sprawled in a chair, his hand poised provocatively over his crotch, said nothing. He merely smiled.
"Old Edy never means half of what she says...you've got to remember that honey...okay?" She moved to Bill and twined her hands in his thick blond hair. "Oh, you've got such beautiful hair...and your eyes...oh, honey you could be a star if you wanted to ... or maybe do even better than Roberto ... if you know what I mean...."
Her deep green eyes gazed up at him and he was caught by their depth and brilliance. She moved closely to him, her firmly thrust breasts - thinly covered by the pink material - pressed tea singly against his well-muscled chest. She ran her warm, slender hands over his upper torso admiringly.
''MMmmmmmmm...'' she sighed .. . "You're so nice and hard...."
Bill glanced nervously at Roberto, who only observed the scene with his fixed, placid smile.
"Don't worry about Chico, there... he doesn't care...." She brought her lips close to his, her exotic perfume drifted into his nostrils, and once again he felt carried away by the strong fragrance. Her eyes were like glowing emeralds, and she wore huge red-ruby earrings that glittered on her ears like bright scarlet lights nestled in the strands of ink-black hair. Her lips were parted dreamily. "I want you, Bill. . . Don't go . .. don't..."
Hypnotized by her staggering beauty, Bill set his drink down carefully and put his arms around her; holding that sleekly voluptuous body of hers in such a tight embrace that he began to tremble with hot desire. His genitals were throbbing wildly as she wantonly ground her pelvis into him. He couldn't resist her, he couldn't. . . Her ripely luscious body and dazzling face held him completely in its thrall. The memo could wait! Lori could wait! Roberto could go fuck himself. The whole damn world could wait! All he wanted was to sink his massively pulsating cock into Edy Randall's eager little cunt again! He wanted to fuck her silly and know again that rushing surge of overpowering lust!
"That's it," she cried as he clutched her supple body. "Oh Lover! You're all man!"
The young lawyer ran his hands eagerly over the sleek, supple form. Gripping her hair with one hand, he placed his hand on the gossamer-encased mound of her pussy, massaging it with passionate intensity. In response, Edy enthusiastically planted her slender hand directly on his throbbing protuberance. She kneaded the bulging outline slowly and sensuously, making Bill's blood race hotly through his wildly aroused body. He was so engrossed in this obscene embrace, that he hadn't noticed that Roberto had slipped quietly out of the room, and returned seconds later with a small gold spoon and blue bowl of cocaine. Edy spied him at once when he returned to the room with the potent drug.
"Oh, what a darling you are! Just what I had in mind."
She broke away from Bill and sat on the bed next to the Latin hustler, eagerly waiting to take a spoonful of the white powder.
Bill watched with apprehension as first Edy and then the Mexican boy sniffed the cocaine. Roberto turned to the young lawyer, after a deep whiff, and offered him a spoonful. Bill refused with a curt nod of his head.
"What's wrong lover? It won't hurt just once!" Edy remarked, "Try it. Don't be so square."
"No ... no I don't think so," he replied. "I don't want to get involved with drugs."
"This isn't getting involved for Christ's sake. You can't get hooked on one snort. Oh, come on, Bill," the ravishing actress insisted, "let your hair down a little. Enjoy yourself."
Bill was about to refuse again when he caught the eye of the dark young man sitting next to her. There was a smirking look on the Latin's face, a scornful glint that Bill interpreted as a challenge to his manhood.
This punk thinks I'm too uptight to have some cocaine, does he?
Although one part of him knew it was foolish to be intimidated by the boy, another part strongly wanted to accept the challenge. He felt a strong urge to try the drug come what may and not appear like a terrified "straight."
"All right...." he said finally, "what the hell."
"Great," Edy exclaimed happily. "I just know you'll love it. Just watch how we do it."
She took the gold spoon, filled it with more powder, then lifted it directly to her nostril. Holding the other nostril closed, she took a quick sniff as the cocaine disappeared from the spoon. Roberto repeated the procedure, then offered the spoon to the apprehensive attorney. Taking the tiny spoon, Bill did exactly as Edy and her fiancé had done, then repeated the gesture with a second spoonful in the other nostril. At first he felt nothing. But as he returned the spoon to Roberto, he began to feel a light, euphoric sensation melt through his body. He felt a giddiness that was extremely pleasant, and his nose grew slightly numb.
"It's nice . . " he said, grinning from ear to ear .. . "really nice."
"You ain't got half of it yet," Edy replied. The gold spoon was passed around again. This time Bill's body began to vibrate with a tingling sensation. The tips of his fingers seemed to give off electric sparks; his head seemed to be floating on a cloud, miles above the earth; and every part of his body took on a heightened, powerful new awareness! He felt like a king! Colors were glowing vividly and the light shimmered around the room like in a dream. It was like being underwater in a huge ocean of champagne! He threw his head back and began to laugh great, ringing laughs. Edy and her lover giggled as they watched the handsome lawyer come under the seductive, heady spell of the cocaine.
"You've got it baby," Edy cried. "Have a ball! You only live once!"
Moving to a panel of switches near her bed, a panel very similar to the one downstairs in the living room, she switched on the invisible tape deck and instantly blaring, Latin music came pouring from somewhere inside the walls.
"For you, Roberto baby," the tempestuous actress said, launching into a provocative dance to the throbbing South American drum rhythms. "Ole!"
Abandoning herself to her drug-induced frenzy, she flung off the chiffon negligee, suddenly exposing her nakedly gleaming body to the awestruck gaze of both Bill and Roberto. She ran her hands over her creamy, pinkish flesh, squeezing her firmly upthrust breasts ecstatically, all the while dancing wildly around the room.
"South of the Border!" she shrieked, her eyes glazed with passion."
"I-yi-yi!"
With a wild leering smile, Roberto quickly stripped himself of his tight white pants and his high leather boots. His tight, muscular body - with dark Latin skin, and black curling hair - was a vivid contrast to Edy'd milky, glittering form. He joined her for uninhibited dancing, his enormous cock and balls bouncing obscenely as he danced to the feverish beat of the music. The young lawyer was growing woozy and delirious from the potent drug, and the sight of these two naked, hot young bodies dancing crudely in pornographic versions of Latin dancing made his own long hard penis surge with passion. Quickly then, he stripped himself completely of his trousers and shorts, and the lewd trio stood naked and trembling with lust.
"Let's go out on the balcony," Edy cried, and darted through the glass sliding doors out onto the luxurious, carpeted terrace overlooking the Pacific. Roberto quickly followed, massaging his eagerly pulsating cock and balls, obscenely arousing himself to a fever pitch of excitement. Edy threw herself down onto the deep piled rug and in a second Roberto was on top of her. Laughing, they rolled around the balcony clutching each other tightly, kicking and thrashing their legs in lewd abandon. Bill watched the nakedly writhing pair in astonishment. They were scrambling on the carpet like two hot animals, playing vulgarly with each other's perfect bodies. The sight of their nude, supple forms glittering in the moonlight, with shadows dancing on their skin, was an unbelievably lurid and exciting sight. Bill felt waves of aching lust gush through him, heightened by the stunning effects of the drug. It was a vision of gross, torrid obscenity, and it drove him wild with throbbing desire.
Christ, if I'm not careful I'll cum right here! he thought, as his huge, bloated cock quivered and jerked in hot response to the orgy he witnessed.
Controlling himself carefully, he moved out onto the terrace. The wild Latin music drifted sensuously out across the balcony as Roberto lay back on the carpet with his mammoth penis standing erect from his loins like a vulgar, fleshy flagpole. EDY WAS STRADDLED ACROSS HIM, LOWERING HER CUNT ONTO HIS AWAITING COCK! To Bill's astonished eyes it looked like a primitive ritual. The actress slowly lowered her body into a squat position over her fiancé's quivering spear.
"Here I come, you gorgeous prick," she screamed frenziedly. "Ready or not!"
Expertly she lowered the opening of her moistly twitching pussy onto the exposed bulbous head of the young hustler's ready penis. Roberto lay back, grinning crazily, offering his muscular frame to the drug-maddened star like a young Aztec warrior.
"OOOOoooohhhhh!" Edy moaned as she slid wetly down the long, thick tool. "I WANT TO FEEL YOU RIGHT UP INTO MY STOMACH!"
Twisting her hips in time to the insistent beat of the music she skewered herself down onto the young man's rock-hard staff, then let herself ease forward so that she was belly to belly with the Mexican, propped on her elbows. The gleaming half-moons of her shimmering buttocks waved lewdly back at Bill, a vulgar, hypnotic invitation to his aching, yearning cock.
"Join the party, gorgeous," she called back to the astonished attorney.
Christ, she wants me to fuck her up the ass, he thought wildly. This is insane!
For a moment Bill hesitated, but as his eyes hungrily watched Edy writhe her nakedly sleek body over the equally excited Latin boy, sinking her hips so that her hot loins sucked Roberto's inflated penis deeply up into her throbbing cuntal sheath, the lawyer could no longer contain himself. With a lusty animal groan he moved quickly to the squirming twosome. Kneeling behind Edy's lewdly exposed ass-cheeks, he spread the golden-globed buttocks feverishly with his palms, so that the brown, puckered little hole was fully exposed in the shadowy light.
'That's it," the succulent actress cried out, "sink that big cock of yours right up into my asshole! I want two cocks in me! Now! NOW!"
At her words, Bill was caught in a torrent of unleashed animal passion. Eagerly he pulled back the velvety foreskin of his massively erect penis and moistened the muscular shaft with his spittle. He placed the charged tip of his cock at the tightly clenched rectal entrance and, with a savage cry, he gripped her shoulders and thrust his rock-hard cock brutally inward.
"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Edy screamed in animal rapture as he penetrated her anus with the savage force. The intensity of his thrust shot the actress forward, but Roberto held her wantonly squirming body with his muscular hands and kept her firmly in place.
Edy was in seventh heaven! The burning pain of Bill's massive rod buried in her rectum combined with Roberto's long hard cock in her cunt drove her nearly mad with ecstasy. Bill began to slide his thick shaft of hot flesh slowly out of that fiery rear channel, before ramming it in again with a cruel lunge; at the same time Roberto twisted his hips thrusting upward into her warmly clasping vagina as Edy squirmed rapturously, happily impaled on two huge cocks.
" YEEEEESSSSS ! " she shrieked. "YYEEEESSSSS!"
All three seemed to melt into a hot mass of twisting, sweaty bodies as their excitement grew and fed on itself. Bill increased his tempo. He was positioned behind Edy in such a way that he could reach forward with his hands and grasp the softly dangling breasts of the writhing actress while at the same time powerfully pumping his hips back and forth, burrowing his hot penis deeper and deeper into the tight rectum.
Man, this is fantastic, he thought, his lust mounting rapidly. The heady effect of the drugs gave him a potency he never thought possible, and it seemed like there was nothing in the world but writhing, sensuous bodies. Fucking the famous actress savagely in her tight little rectum drove him wild! He was lost in it, utterly lost. AND HE DIDN'T CARE! NOTHING MATTERED BUT THIS! FUCKING LIKE A STALLION! HE WANTED TO FUCK LIKE THIS FOREVER!!
Positioned beneath the luscious star, Roberto shoved his mighty pole brutally upwards, grinding mercilessly against the quivering nub of Edy's cervix; he wanted to plunge his cock into her as far as possible. He knew how to please the rich, famous lady, he knew exactly how she liked it: rough and hot! No holds barred! And that was fine with him. He ran his hands eagerly over her warmly gleaming skin, kissing her with passionate intensity as she pressed her lips down harshly against his; as their tongues intertwined hotly he thought of the new red sports-car she had promised to buy him. If he played his cards right, he knew he could have this curvaceous gravy-train take care of him very well for at least a couple of years...until she got tired of him... or until he got tired of her and somebody made a better offer. In the meantime, his job was simple. Fuck the living hell out of this bitch! With a wild cry he shoved his hips in savage, upward thrusts that nearly upset the two squirming bodies above. His huge penis drove into her with the force of a hurricane.
"FUCK MEEEEEEE!" Edy shouted into the dark California night. "FUCK MEEEEEEE GOOOOODDDDD!"
Bill kissed the back of her neck furiously, raising a little welt in the skin as he plunged his lust-inflated tool deeply into her boiling rectal sheath. His hairy, great pulsing balls slapped wildly against the madly fucking cock and cunt beneath. The young attorney had never experienced such incredible, unbridled sexuality in his life. If anyone had suggested to him two days ago that he would be sodomizing Edy Randall, the famous sex-symbol, in the ass as part of a lewd threesome with her Mexican lover, he would have thought they were completely nuts! But here he was, fucking himself silly and reveling in it!
The air was filled with the screams and groans of the thrashing trio, while the surging music blared its throbbing accompaniment to the obscene orgy. Edy had nearly lost consciousness.
She was submerged in a sea of blazing, fiery lust; her naked young body was lewdly sandwiched between the two handsome, madly fucking men like a hot creamy cushion of flesh. Both her channels were filled by huge, wet cocks and she loved it! SHE COULDNT GET ENOUGH! SHE WANTED MORE! MORE!! Her drug-crazed brain was whirling and reeling, pinwheels of bursting color seemed to explode when she closed her eyes. She was like a shrieking, bucking demon-goddess adrift on a maelstrom of passion. v "UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!" she groaned, as electric flashes began to explode through her body. Her loins became convulsed with new excitement, her cuntal flesh palpitated hotly and her rectal sheath fairly exploded with heat. She was cumming! SHE WAS CUM MMMIHIINNNGGG!!!
"AAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she cried as her female juices began to secrete madly from the quaking walls of her hot pussy.
Bill knew his own climax was not far off, for his inflated throbbing balls began to ache with the onrush of boiling cum.
"AH ... AAAH...AAAAHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as the crescendo of orgasm mounted feverishly.
Thrashing beneath the groaning pair above him, Roberto was nearly ready to fire his rocket load of jism also. His lips were drawn tightly back over his white, flashing teeth, his eyes bulged wildly and a deep groan roared forth from his throat.
"EEEEEIIIIIIAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" the Latin cried out, his wiry young body jerking and twitching uncontrollably as he shot his white, male essence like bullets into Edy's drenched cuntal sheath.
Bill was seized with a final wrenching spasm as his hot cum suddenly burst forth from his gorged cockhead and gushed like a river into the star's bruised anal cavity.
"CHRIST, I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGG!" he moaned deliriously. ''I'M CUUUMMMINGGG! OH GOD!! OOOHHH GOD!!!" Then, in a rapid-fire series of liquid explosions, he began emptying himself into Edy's hotly throbbing rectum.
Groans and cries filled the air as the unholy three were nearly torn asunder by the overwhelming crash of their mutual orgasms. Arms and legs flailed in abandon as the two men heaved and panted, plunging their gushing cocks deeply into the twin holes of the sex-crazed actress.
Edy reveled in the feel of the two convulsing penises separated only by a thin membrane of skin. She was reeling with the dynamic impact of her raging climax. Her body was melting, floating, aglow with the fire of ecstasy!
Slowly, after all three had drained the dregs of their passion, the turbulent activity subsided. Completely spent, Bill withdrew his softening cock from her anus with a little pop, and eased his body back onto the soft rug to relax. Exhausted, Edy slid down next to Roberto, sighing with delight. Roberto closed his eyes and mentally congratulated himself on a job well done.
For a long while no one said a word. They gazed up at the silent, twinkling stars and let the cool air play over their hot, wet bodies. Finally, Edy spoke, with characteristic candor.
"You know, whoever said two's company but three's a crowd, was full of shit."