Terry Casey slowly eased her slender, sensuous body from the crystal blue waters of her swimming pool.
The curvaceous blonde, heavily tanned from much contact with the bright Southern California sun, looked stunning in her thinly revealing white bikini, which sparkled against the bright rays from the downpouring mid-afternoon sun. It proved the perfect contrast to the coppery tone of her skin.
She slowly and carefully dried off her supple form, and as she did she gazed down on the sprawling Sunset Strip and West Hollywood below, tiny whizzing dots of humanity and metal surrounded by large skyscraper buildings. Terry loved her hilltop abode in Trousdale Estates both by night and day. Many evenings she enjoyed candlelight dinners from this same poolside vantage point, where she could look down on the_ flickering lights of the city below. On numerous occasions she hosted lavish dinner parties at poolside, entertaining some of Southern California's leading luminaries from all walks of life.
After satisfactorily drying the water from her body following her refreshing quarter-mile swim in her Olympic-sized swimming pool, the shapely blonde strolled slowly back into the house. She proceeded toward the largest bathroom in the house, where she would take a relaxing shower.
As Terry closed the bathroom door behind her she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror directly across from the shower. She cast an appreciative gaze over her dynamic protuberances, as was her regular custom whenever she returned from a swim. Like a businessman taking careful inventory of his warehouse stock, Terry Casey habitually submitted herself to full-scale self-appraisal, determining if her seductive form that had won her legions of loyal admirers the entire world over, was in proper fettle. She recalled the last time that she had frowned during one of her searching inventories. It had happened some three years earlier. The impact was immediate and traumatic, she recalled as if it had happened yesterday, causing her to break out in a tense sweat while her hands and feet trembled.
"Oh no, I've put something on in the hips," she had shrieked with the shrillness of a wounded animal.
Determined to put her stunning body back to A-l form, the determined blonde had immediately put in a call to an exclusive health spa dedicated to paring mounds and poundage from the inflated bodies of the over-indulging super rich which was situated between Los Angeles and San Diego. She made her reservation, climbed into her cream-colored Mercedes convertible the following day, and drove straight for the spa, not returning home until two weeks later, after which she had successfully trimmed an excess seven pounds from her hips, vowing she would never let her guard down in the same manner again.
There was another distinct reason why she would prefer not having to go through another weight loss ordeal, apart from the obvious wear and tear the body is forced to endure to achieve the intended effect. She grew tired of the dirty looks and snide comments she was subjected to by women who were considerably overweight, and who abrasively asked her why she had come to the spa in the first place. Then there were the many conversations she would overhear when the women thought she was not around.
"Isn't it disgusting, Agnes, the way that vile Terry Casey wiggles that fanny of hers around," one overbloated society matron bristjed in near rage to a woman similarly constituted. "Yes, Shirley, she is a bit of a showoff." "A bit of a showoff!" Shirley resounded in a bellowing tone. "That's the understatement of the year. What's she doing here anyway? I mean, built the way she is. Of course, I've never seen all that much to recommend in that kind of build anyway, mind you."
"Mercy sake, I would hope not," Agnes hissed. "It's downright vulgar if you ask me."
"Yes, of course it is," Shirley placated. "I just mean that it's . . . well, it can be an advantage in dealing with men. For some reason or other they like women who are put together like that. Or at least seem to."
"I know, as disgraceful as that is. After all, what does Terry Casey have that you and I haven't got a lot more of?"
"Agnes, I don't find that the least bit funny," Shirley retorted with disgust.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know what you mean and I sympathize with your point of view. Frankly, I think just having somebody like that here, and with all the publicity events like that generate in the media, especially in those disgusting tabloids, gives this place a bad name. I mean. Well, just last week I read-"
"I know. I read the same thing in the same disgusting tabloid. As you know, Herbert's been on the board of directors here for the past three years."
"Did you bring this matter up to him? I mean about her being here, and welcomed as an honored guest and all?"
"I certainly did."
"Well, is he going to take any action?"
"He already took it. He planned the welcoming program. It seems that Terry Casey was his favorite actress-that's his term, not mine-back a few years ago when she was doing all that affected strutting in those skin-tight clothes. In either nothing or next to nothing.
"You can't trust these men."
"No. Not even after thirty years of marriage."
"Especially after thirty years of marriage."
"Then I guess we'll just have to learn to live with the infamous Terry Casey."
"Yes. No thanks to Herbert."
Recalling that conversation between the equally bristling Agnes and Shirley brought a smile to Terry's lips. The day that she had listened to it with awkward uncomfortableness, however, she had been tempted to burst in on them and read them the riot act, telling them abruptly that their angry words constituted so many sour grapes, and that they would give their eye teeth to possess even of a fraction of her facial and bodily beauty. Instead she shrugged the comments off, steadfastly maintained her rigid diet and exercise, and left the spa a few days later.
The spa incident amply demonstrated the two traits that, more than any others, enabled Terry Casey to attain success and, thereafter, to properly maintain it. One was a burning drive to achieve come hell or high water, enduring any obstacles in her path until she eventually hurdled them, and the other was objectivity, the ability to conquer situations involving herself by putting them in the requisite perspective and acting upon them.
Once her eyes left the full length mirror the blonde beauty stepped daintily onto her bathroom scale. She smiled approvingly as the needle registered on "120", what she determined to be the ideal weight distributed over five feet, six inches of magnificently-proportioned pulchritude.
She stepped off the scale and slipped into the shower, where she let the warm water ooze soothingly against her body, creating a tingly feeling. She soaped herself down, dabbing with particular care against the jutting surface of her firm breasts. After that she eased the soap against the invigorated surface of her vagina, which, as always, was in a warmly receptive mood. She watched the sparkling white soap suds foam against the water-soaked warmth of her fleecy pubic vee, the hairs of which were soft blonde and furry. Finally she watched as the refreshing droplets of warm water rinsed off her pussy, after which she shut off the water and swiftly exited the shower, feeling fully refreshed.
Now all I need is some red hot cock meat to make everything complete, she thought, smiling as she envisioned the thoroughly appetizing prospect as she toweled off her radiantly alive body.
The beautiful blonde walked into her bedroom, opening a clothes closet and making a quick decision on what she would wear. Since the afternoon was warm she decided that comfort would be the order of the day, and so she slipped into a pair of powder blue shorts and a white blouse, which she wore without benefit of a brassiere.
She decided that the time was as good as any to plunge into a current novel written by a friend of hers who lived up the coast in Carmel, a book she had put off reading all too long. No sooner had she walked into the den and drawn the book out of the bookcase where she had placed it than she was interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone.
"Hello," she began.
"Yeah. This Trixy's Whorehouse! The place whose motto is 'Trixy's for the latest tricks'," the man's voice asked.
"Fuck you, Al Bloom," she coolly retorted.
"Anytime, baby. Anytime. Your place or mine?"
"You only wish."
"Terry baby, I more than wish," Al Bloom panted. "I'll have you know you've been the subject of my last ten and a half wet dreams."
"Where does the half come in?" a confused
Terry asked.
"You were one of two broads in the last one I had, so I give you one-half and the other broad a half." "Very generous of you. I should be jealous over having to share top billing."
"Honey, you ain't ever gotta be jealous of nobody no time. You're still my favorite ten." "Yeah. Me and Bo Derek." "I only met Bo once at a party with lots of other people, but we go back a long, long time, baby. So when am I gonna get to climb to the top rung like them other lucky guys who've scored all the way?" "You come on too strong too fast, Al." "Damn it to hell. I can't seem to win for losin', least where you're concerned."
"If there's anything that disgusts me in a man it's self-pity."
"If there's anything that disgusts me it's having a perpetual hard-on for a broad as long as I've had for you and not gettin' to do anything about it. I've got a damned blowtorch between my fuckin' legs." "Then better get some water and put it out." "I got a better idea. How 'bout a nice tight pussy instead, like the one that belongs to you." "Maybe some other time, Al." "Yeah, yeah. That's all I ever hear. Some other time. Damn. I can't even fool you when I try and hide my voice. You always figure out who it is." "It's not the voice that's bad. It's the lack of originality in what you have to say. You're the original one track mind man, Al, and your mind is always in your crotch."
"Maybe the second part may be accurate," Al chuckled, "but the first part sure as hell ain't. It goes back a long, long ways before me. Like with Adam weakenin' in the Garden of Eden, honey. You know, the snake, the forbidden tree and all that jazz."
"You always were deeply religious, Al," she laughed.
"I guess I know a little bit more about it than you, honey, claiming I'm the original number."
"At least Adam did a little farming along the way too, Al. That's more than I can say for you. With you it's been fuck, fuck and more fuck."
"Touching. That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said about me."
"Anyhow, since we've gotten all the enlightening formalities out of the way, Al, what is the actual purpose of this most enlightening and informative phone call?"
"I've got a potential client for you. A very interesting young man, and I know how interested you are in interesting young men."
"You're so right. Tell me more," Terry Casey said with mounting interest.
"His name is Burke Jacobs. He comes from New Jersey. He's an ex-truck driver who's working as a floorman at a disco on the Sunset Strip by night and studying acting by day."
"Who's his drama coach?"
"Katrina Raskalnikov."
"I might have known," Terry chuckled. "My horny Russian friend digs young cock as much as I do. She's teaching him the Stanislavsky method in between fucks and knifing jabs up between her outstretched legs and the like."
"I didn't inquire about that," Al said.
"Hell. You didn't need to."
"Katrina will tear off a good piece when she gets the chance, but as you and I both know, she's also one of the most respected drama teachers in this town and has been for the last ten years. She wouldn't be recommending him to me and wouldn't be spending all this time with him unless she figured he had something to offer."
"In addition to a hard driving cock."
"Right."
"That's true. Katrina will go after a young guy if she wants a good fuck, but there's no way she's gonna stick her neck out and risk her reputation by confusing a good screw with dramatic talent. No, if she's been working with him for . . . how long?"
"A little better than a year."
"If she's been working with this ballsy guy better than a year. Burke Jacobs you say?"
"That's right."
"If she's been working with him that long then it's because she thinks the young man has potential. And, of course, she recommended him to one of the most creative and ingenious television producers in Hollywood. Namely yourself, darling."
"Thank you. I love you, too, and my prong is poppin' around in my trousers this very second just thinkin' about you."
"I'm impressed, but back to business. Business outside the orbit of your cock. So tell me about this Burke Jacobs. You gonna be able to do anything for him? After all, you're one of the most active producers in this town. How about the series possibilities for the fall?"
"Yeah, I'm producing two shows next season.
Gettin' ready right now, but there's just one hitch."
"You don't figure that he fits into anything?"
"You're very quick, my dear. Absolutely. That's the problem. You know me. I'm always happy to make a new discovery. Puts me in a damned good position with the network. But I've got these shows lined up and this is where it's at. We got this one show lined up, a beaut, great situation comedy that'll leave 'em rollin' in the aisles, but the leads call for two character actors. Fiftyish. Series built around a priest and a rabbi with congregations in the same block. Lots of laughs, good potential but how could you fit this kid in? Nah, he wouldn't be right for the part of a young priest or rabbi. He's more like detective, cowboy, tough cop, lawyer, business executive. That's his range as I see it."
"What about the other show?"
"That one's a tits and ass epic."
"Oughta go over big. If there's one thing you can market and put across over a network, Al, it's a tits and ass epic."
"Thank you, dreamboat. We've got high hopes for this one. It's all about a college sorority house. There's this gal who seems at first to be stern but really isn't. The house mother. She's usually lookin' the other way so she can't see what she ain't supposed to be seein', if ya know what I mean."
"Sounds just like your kind of show."
"Listen, we went to a lot of time and effort to see that this thing was cast just right."
"I'll just bet you did. Particularly the parts of the young actresses who'll be playing the sorority girls."
"Absolutely. I flew all over the country. Interviewed scores of girls until we came up with the ten we figured were just right."
"Something tells me that the interview process wasn't all work," Terry chided.
"Well, a guy's gotta have a little fun now and then, particularly when he's gettin' scorned by the girl of his dreams, that blonde bombshell Terry Casey."
"Enough of the fanfare, as fortifying to the ego as it might be. At any rate, let's get back to this young guy. The one you want me to see. What is it about him that makes you think he can make it to the top?"
"Good question. Like you. I see scores of actors and actresses that come walkin' into my office. Every now and then, especially after you've been around this office as long as you and I have, you get these feelings about certain people. A certain style. The kind of person that just kinda seems to jump out at you. You know the word they're usin' so much nowdays. Overusing in fact."
"Charisma?" Terry assisted, becoming more fascinated with each passing minute over the possibility of meeting yoUng Burke Jacobs.
"That's it. You got it. Anyway, this young guy has it and it pisses the hell out of me that I just can't sign him up and put him in one of my shows for the upcoming season, but he just doesn't fit into anything. If I was doin' a detective show, a lawyer show, doctor show, anything that calls for a young guy who gives off an air of authority. A certain type of authority. Well, then I'd hire him."
"I understand. So you figure that I might be able to provide him with some immediate assistance."
"Could be. Anyhow, what's it gonna hurt you to talk to him?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I take it he's very handsome."
"Real good-lookin' kid. Broad-shouldered. Rugged look. Pretty tall. Over six feet I'd say. Yeah, that's right. I looked at his composites. I think it said he was six-one. Weight was a hundred and ninety, somewhere around there."
"Fine. I'd like to interview him."
"Shall I have the kid give you a buzz at your office tomorrow?"
"No. I'm playing the role of the woman of leisure for-the next few days. I'll be staying home and handling my business from here."
"You want him to come over to your place?"
"Precisely."
"I can't say I'm surprised," Al Bloom laughed resoundingly.
"Cut the editorializing, Al. Listen, it just so happens that all I had planned for the rest of the afternoon was some reading. If this young man is available I could see him right now."
"If he's at home I'm sure you're in luck. Look, honey, I've got this Burke Jacobs' number. How about me giving him a buzz and getting back to you on this."
"Fine, Al. Then I'll'be hearing from you."
"Yeah. Buzz you back in a few minutes."
Al Bloom hung up the telephone. Terry did the same, waiting. No more than two minutes passed before Bloom had phoned again.
"Okay, baby, guess this is your lucky day. I got Burke Jacobs just as he was coming back to his apartment after a reading. The kid is ecstatic. Said he's heard all about you. Of course, in this damned business who in hell hasn't."
"You say the sweetest things, Al."
"Oh. I've got a hunch you're gonna have loads of fun with this guy. And on top of that I think you're gonna want to represent him."
"Thanks, Al. You're a dear."
"Repay me sometime for the courtesy. I think you know how."
"Your conversations leave absolutely nothing to the imagination."
"Damned right. No bullshit Bloom they call me."
"So how far does this dashing young adonis live from me? I'm wondering how long it'll take him to get over here."
"He told me to tell you he'd make it within the hour."
"Good. So thanks again, Al, and I'll be seeing you soon."
"I hope so. Take it easy, doll."
Tingles of anticipation reeled through Terry Casey's body as she hung up the telephone. Just the perfect break! she thought. When the day was turning dull her friend Al calls and recommends a handsome young actor. The tingly sensations were highly pronounced in her crotch, where her pussy was burning up in a scalding rage of passionate anticipation.
She got up slowly from the sofa and thought about what she should wear for the occasion. She was happy that she had taken a long, luxurious shower so that her body was fresh and clean for the occasion, ready for a wild romp in the sheets with a bullstud young actor. She remembered that Al had mentioned something about Burke Jacobs being an ex-truck driver. Terry was happy to hear that, concluding that he had probably acquired more than a little experience on the truckstop circuit pinching willing waitress' fannies between cups of piping hot coffee and more.
Terry smiled as she anticipated just the perfect attire to wear for young Burke Jacobs. She walked into her bedroom, reached into the clothes closet, and pulled out her leopard skin pants suit, which had caused a raging fury whenever she wore it. She thought about the last time, a cocktail party in Bel-Air, and how she had received nothing but cold-eyed jealous stares from the women present and looks of awe from their husbands and boyfriends. That outfit, she reasoned, would be perfect for the occasion. Terry Casey promptly slipped out of her blouse and shorts. She conscientiously dabbed expensive perfume on her naked body from head to toe, paying particularly meticulous attention to her sparkling blonde pubic vee. When she finished applying the perfume she then slipped into her alluring leopard skin pants suit after deciding against wearing either panties or bra. She placed her hands on her hips momentarily and sized herself up appreciatively in the mirror.
"Terry honey, if that ain't man bait then nothin' is," she said aloud, chuckling.
Terry walked back to the den and sat, pensively waiting for the arrival of Burke Jacobs. She thought back to where she had been just three short years earlier. The events and changes in her life had been nothing short of astronomical.
Three years ago Terry had been just another washed up sex symbol. With little if any acting talent to recommend her, Terry had made it to the top by securing a Hollywood contract after winning a local beauty contest in the Midwest. A talent scout had seen a picture of her posing prettily in a one piece bathing suit with her trophy and had called her personally, after which she was off for Hollywood. After one year of struggling, securing nothing other than a few walk-ons in B movies, she struck the fancy of Dick Baldwin, a prominent Hollywood director who fell for her in a big way. Baldwin recognized her potential as a sex symbol and built lavish productions around her in posh tropical settings, where she was wooed on beaches in skimpy bikinis by heavily tanned, beefcake actors with no more dramatic ability than she possessed.
Every one of the formula pictures Terry starred in under the direction of Dick Baldwin was roundly denounced by critics, but the moviegoing public felt otherwise, turning out in droves to see the films. Men flocked to observe Terry's shapely body and flawless face while women were eager to look at the handsome beefcake constantly trotting across the screen, eager to woo the seductive Terry.
Her career soared, as did that of Dick Baldwin, whom she married. Then a critical turn came in their lives just when they both were on top of the film popularity heap as actress and director respectively. Dick Baldwin began feeling sensitive over the manner in which the formula sex epics starring Terry were denounced by the critics, along with many of the more respected directors in the industry as well. He decided to experiment with a higher quality film, in the course of which he hoped to expand Terry's dramatic talents as well.
"Stick with the tits and ass, honey, it's safe," Terry warned him, but to no-avail.
Terry starred in three more movies for Baldwin. All were flops and Baldwin found himself washed out of the business. Terry was little better off, and became so grief stricken and disgusted that she swore she would return to the Midwest and abandon films.
Just about the same time she was ready to give up altogether an agent friend of Terry's announced that he was retiring from the industry. One day over lunch he talked to Terry about the possibility of her entering his profession. In fact, he further enthused, she might be just the person to take over his operation. At first Terry wondered if the guy had had one too many martinis or just had a strange way of joking, but further conversation revealed him to be totally sincere.
Terry accepted the challenge, quickly building up the agent's business, which had been in sharp decline during the years immediately preceding his retirement.
The thing she liked best about coming back stronger than ever, this time as an agent, was the manner in which she could laugh at her critics. So many of the sour grapes artists of the industry who had belittled her questionable contribution to the industry as an actress were at her constant beck and call now that she had made her mark as an agent. It felt great to be on top again!
Now there was the forthcoming interview with Burke Jacobs. Terry sat back reflectively in her easy chair wondering what the immediate future would hold.
Chapter Two
The moment that Terry Casey got her first look at Burke Jacobs she knew she was destined to fuck him.
He was everything that Al Bloom described him as and more, she thought as she threw the door open and greeted him with a broad smile. Burke grinned back, revealing glistening, even white teeth. His hair was curly black and his body rock and muscular, making Terry wish that he would immediately smother her in his arms. But that would come later, she thought as she ushered him into the den, where they would discuss business, but hopefully not all that much later.
At first Burke, who appeared to be in his middle twenties, appeared to be slightly in awe of the celebrated Terry Casey. He kept staring at the walls, observing the many stills of Terry from her acting days. In most of the shots she was clad in a scanty bikini.
Burke showed her a scrapbook of himself, which revealed that he photographed well but had had meager success in acting thus far, appearing in a few small time stage productions in the west and south and a few bit parts in films and television.
"It's not that impressive a career, I realize," he said edgily after Terry handed him back his scrap-book, "but all I need, Miss Casey, is the right break. If somebody would just give me a chance."
"You just might get it, honey, you just might," Terry smiled brightly, stealing a glance at Burke Jacobs' crotch. He was clad in tight-fitting sport slacks, which gave her a graphic picture of what appeared to be awesome endowments.
"You really mean it?"
She nodded.
"First off, stop calling me Miss Casey. Terry is fine. Got that?"
"Got it."
"Then there's something else. Something that's real important, honey."
"Yes. What is it, Miss Casey? Sorry. Terry."
"Before I settle into any involved business discussions, honey, I like to get comfortable. Intimate if you know what I mean."
At that point Terry made her first bold move. She reached across the desk that separated her from the handsome young actor, closing the distance in one fell swoop as she reached out and promptly unzipped Burke Jacobs' trousers.
Instinctively Jacobs extended his legs, staring at Terry with acute lust, his eyes noticeably widening.
"Oh damned, I don't believe it," he gulped.
"Hang in there, sweetheart, because we're gonna be having a grand time. Oh yes, definitely."
A seductive smile surfaced on Terry's face as she tugged at the bloated hardness of Burke Jacobs' stiffly erect prick. She examined every blue vein as her fingers encircled it.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, SSSSSOOOOOO GOOOODDDDD," he gasped. "WHAT A FEELING?" IT FEELS SO GREAT! OOOOOOHHHHHH.OOOOOOOO-HHHHHHHH!"
Terry's warmly assertive fingers began establishing a brisk cadence as they manipulated up and down the base of Burke's hot, dramatically alive organ, which responded to every sweeping movement sent forth by the beautiful blonde's sharply attuned fingers.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT FINGERS, OGOOOOHHHHHH, I LLLOOOVVVEEE, ITTTTTT, AGGHHHHHH!" he sighed.
Spurred on by the encouragement she was receiving, Terry continued to pump with her briskly driving fingers, generating additional speed as she continued her determined pursuit.
"GGREEAAAATTTT, AAAAHHHHHHH!" Burke responded.
The smile of triumph that had been on Terry's face for the last few intense minutes was rapidly broadening as she continued her furious finger assault along the base of the young actor's cock. His face began to dramatically redden as he gasped and sighed, enjoying every stroke sent forth by the sturdily clutching fingers of Terry, who was becoming increasingly more enamored with the stirring magnificence of her lover's cock with each passing second.
"Oh honey, what a fantastic prick you've got," Terry swooned. "It's so big and there's so damned much life there, right between your legs, oh yes, that's where the action is."
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, YYYEEESSSSSSSS," he shrieked, "KEEP IT UP. OH DAMNED, WHAT FINGERS, WHAT GROOVY FINGERS. COME ON, JERK MY COCK, REALLY JERK IT. PUMP IT UP AND DOWN. OH YES, MOVE THOSE FINGERS, REALLY MOVE THEM."
"Like that?" Terry asked grinningly as she proceeded to pump her fingers with even greater rapidity as they slid along the smoothness of his ripe, fully erect phallic tool.
"YYYYEEEESSSSSS, OOOOOOHHHHHH, THAT'S IT," he nodded with appreciation, "KEEP IT GOING! OH YES! DAMNED, WHAT FINGERS. OH, YES, FINGER ME, FINGER MY PRICK, OH DAMNED, FINGER ME, OOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHH!"
As the frenetic finger pumping continued and Burke's face increasingly reddened, beads of perspiration started to surface on his forehead as his breathing grew heavy. Terry knew just how far to proceed with this initial phase of sex activity. Her major objective, along with the obvious goal of getting the young man as hot as a firecracker for sex, was to make him relax. He definitely had been overawed by the thought of being in the presence of a famous ex-film star and influential current agent, and she had been determined from the beginning to rid him of his nervousness and propel him into the ranks of just another horny man, someone too preoccupied with the magnificent sex to be currently achieved than to bother reflecting on her fame or anyone else's. Besides, she thought, she already knew that Burke had what it took to make a film or television success whether he could act or not. That brought things to the nitty-gritty, her concern over making him a cozy member of the family, one of the team, a man who could satisfy at least some of her seemingly limitless sexual hunger. Burke might not realize it at the moment, but ultimately he would discover that taking care of Terry's prodigious sexual appetites was the chief step toward motivating her into action on his behalf in a professional capcity.
Finally the drops of sweat began to roll down both sides of the young actor's face and his legs began to rock from the sexual electricity generated by the well-timed finger strokes of the beautiful Terry.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, TTTTOOOOO MMMUUUCCCCCHHHHH!" he grunted.
Eventually Terry released her fingers from Burke's scorching rod, and when she did he let out a groan of keen disappointment. He stared at her in disbelief for several seconds before saying anything.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "I don't get it."
"Don't get what, darling?"
"Why you stopped. It was great. Just great. I loved the way those fantastic fingers of yours pumped up and down my cock."
"Of course you did, but you were much too close to juicing. I couldn't take a risk like that. As much fun as it might be to get a beautiful hand job, surely there are better ways to finish off an orgasm. In short, my dear, it is time for us to adjourn to the bedroom for more fun and games. We've got the warm-up out of the way and is that fantastic spear of yours ever ready. I've provided it with the necessary exercises and so it's time to go on to the next stage."
"You sure make a science out of this," Burke grinned. "You sound like a chemistry professor or something lecturing before a class. This is too much. In fact, Terry, you're too much."
"So I've heard," she calmly responded. "So much for accolades. Who needs them, especially at a time like this. It's time for performance, our performance, darling, and I for one intend to make the most of it. So c'mon, honey, let's go in the bedroom."
Terry gave a playful final squeeze to Burke's cock, after which she strolled down the hall toward the bedroom with her horny young lover a step behind.
As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Terry switched on her stereo. Romantic music filtered into the room from an I'm radio station as Terry drew the drapes shut, turned on a small lamp on a table next to the bed, just enough to create romantic effect and let them see at the same time, and then, finally, began to ease out of her alluring leopard skin pant suit.
The awestruck young actor stood breathlessly next to the bed for several tense moments, staring at the voluptuous body of the glamorous former star.
"Oh damned, you don't have anything on under that," he exclaimed in little more than a whisper.
"That's right, honey," she winked seductively. "I'm what they call a quick strip artist. I don't wanna waste anymore time than usual. The more time spent for fucking the better, I always say."
"Yeah, I can sure see that. You mean business."
"Anything more important to you in this world than a good fuck, honey?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Right now the rest of the world's shut out," he freely admitted. "Just staring at that beautiful body makes everything else go away. As far as I'm concerned it's just you and me. Like we were all by ourselves on a deserted island."
"That's what I like to hear, darling."
"I used to hear all these stories about how you really dug going to bed with guys you wanted to help in acting. I thought it was just so much exaggeration. But seeing that beautiful naked body. Oh, how it turns me on!"
"Okay, sp now I expect you to do the same. Get out of your clothes, Burke. Clothes can be so inhibiting. They can prevent people from behaving in a totally unrestrained manner. Let's fuck, Burke baby, let's really fuck!"
"Oh, you know it!"
As he stared at the lush nakedness of Terry's perfectly proportioned form, the young actor eager began to remove his shirt. All the while his eyes remained hypnotically fastened on the alluring presence of the totally nude Terry, whose curvaceous body glistened in the dimly lit room.
Determined to arouse her handsome lover as much as possible in the stages immediately preceding sexual contact, Terry slowly eased her seductive body downward into the middle of her bed. Slowly, ever so slowly, she eased her long, trim, shapely legs apart until Burke had a clear, unobstructed view of her bewitching, glistening blonde pubic hair, which was beginning to accumulate dampness from the excitement that surged through her entire body as the prospect of fucking Burke Jacobs grew nearer.
Beneath her moist, furry muff was the scintillating pink gash that had entertained so many men in the past and driven others wild in the process. As her slender legs remained spread enticingly she reached down with her right hand and slowly, carefully glided her fingers against the scalding surface of her blonde cuntal locks.
"OOOOHHHH, DOES THAT FEEEELLLLL GGOOOODDDDDDDD!" she exclaimed.
The blonde's hips and buttocks launched into a stirring back forth cadence under the tempestuous rhythm of the moment as her fingers continued making brisk, increasingly assertive contact against her torrid muff.
All the while, the object of her fascination, Burke Jacobs, continued the process of removing his clothes. Once he pried off his shirt she let out a gasp as she cast a long look in the direction of his rippling, muscular chest.
"Oh, baby, what pecs you've got," she swooned. "You could play Tarzan if they ever decided to revive him."
"For about the twentieth time," Burke laughed, reaching down and undoing his belt.
"But the best is yet to come," Terry smiled, "when you get your pants off and I see that long, glorious cock of yours, that fantastic prick that I want to thoroughly dominate me."
"It's ready to do its job," he told her pridefully.
"I'll just bet it is. Oh honey, I loved staring at it in your trousers, but I can hardly wait until I see that enormous spike of flesh again. I hardly even had a good chance to look at it before."
"But weren't you jerking on it? I didn't think I was dreaming that," Burke laughed.
"No, you weren't dreaming it. It was just that I was turned on so much by what was happening that I didn't even get much of an opportunity to look. I was concentrating too much on what I was doing."
"I see. Well, I'm sure concentrating on looking at that luscious body of yours. To think I'm seeing it in person, in the flesh, instead of on screen. What a fantastic bod! Oh damned, I just love the way that you're swinging that gorgeous blonde butt of yours. C'mon, sweetheart, come on and swing it. I sure do love watching it. Oh, you're the best, no doubt about it."
"The best at swinging my butt?"
"Yeah. No other challengers. That must be because it's the best looking butt I ever laid eyes on."
"With such a nice compliment I've got to repay you by swinging it even faster. Oh yes, I'm gonna let my butt spin right Out of control, darling, and just for you. You wanna see that? You wanna see my ass float right into the twilight zone?"
"Sure thing. Turn me on every way you know how. I can't get enough of you, Terry darling, in any way, shape or form."
"Honey, I am to please. Longer you get to know me the clearer that's gonna become to you."
"I believe it."
As Burke started easing his trousers down his hairy, slightly quivering tree trunk legs, his eyes continued taking in the captivating sight on the bed, where one of the sexiest women in Hollywood was enticingly gliding her shapely buttocks back in forth in pendulous swings. While she continued her rapid ass swinging movements the shapely beauty continued to let her fingers assertively collide with the ever dampening warmth of her cuntal hairs.
"AHHHHHHH, IIII'MMMMM OONNNN FFFIIIIRRRREEEEEE!" she announced.
At that moment Terry eased her gooey fingers out of her searing cuntal fur and began concentrating on the pinkness of her vagina, also slick-ened with excitation moisture.
Her buttocks continued grinding resoundingly back and forth, bouncing and flouncing against the bedsheets beneath her, generating a thudding sound.
"Oh damned, talk about fucking inspiration," Burke gasped.
Terry smiled with great delight, recognizing that she was accomplishing her twofold objective- turning her lover on as much as possible while exciting herself at the same time.
Her seething cunt was being pushed to the breaking point by the hotly thrusting finger strokes that the beautiful blonde continued to bring to bear. All the while Burke urgently continued removing his trousers, after which he then proceeded to slide his boxer shorts down his legs, giving Terry a good view of his hotly throbbing manmeat, the same excitement-filled prick that her fingers had massaged only a short time earlier.
She recognized just how closely she had drawn to the impactful moment of orgasm. Her fingers dug into the innermost depths of her slippery, plush cuntal drapery as her hips and ass cheeks spun and glided more quickly than ever as she proceeded that much more closely to the impassioned moment of orgasmic release.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHH, OOOQOOHHHHHH, YYYYEEEESSSSSSSS!" she finally bellowed as the scorching drops of cuntal fluid spilled from her inflamed orifice and into her fingers at the very moment that Burke had stepped out of his shorts.
"What an orgasm," he exclaimed, proceeding toward the bed.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, YYYYEEEESSSSSS, FIRST OF MANY!" she gasped.
As the final few drops of impassioned fluid gushed from the blonde's torrid cuntal chute her highly anxious lover, his heart beating like a triphammer, moved abruptly toward the bed. He stood just above Terry, reaching down with both hands and gliding his fingers up and down the full length of his bulging, excitement-filled penis.
Once that her orgasm concluded, Terry immediately directed her attention to Burke's muscular naked body and his lust-bloated cock.
"Reach out and grab it," Burke sharply commanded as he removed his fingers from his throbbing erection.
Quickly following up on his command, Terry reached up and grabbed the mushroom-like tip of his rock hard cannon, toying with it proceeding, with slow, meticulous strokes.
"That's it, grab it, run your fingers over it," Burke nodded vigorously, loving the manner in which his lover was quickly asserting herself.
After teasing the tip of his stiff projectile, the shapely blonde then commenced gliding her fingers up and down the bloated length of his iron-like organ, producing gasps and gulps of limitless joy from Burke's lips.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded briskly.
She stepped up her pace, dramatically wielding her fingers with sharp, assertive certainty, loving every commanding movement that she sent forth.
"OOOOHHHH, YYYEEESSSSS!" he erupted in a loud, excited tone.
She tugged relentlessly at his scorching cock for a few strokes, then turned her attention to his leathery testicles, which she massaged with steady, dynamic impact.
"Lie down here and stretch out, darling," Terry said."I'm gonna give that big juicy cock of yours a fantastic workout."
"With pleasure, honey. Oh damned, what a job, what a wild and wonderful hand job. I've never been so turned on by a hand job before. No, never. It's too much, just too much!"
He extended his swaying legs and eased his powerful body downward and onto the bed. Burke gulped and gasped as sweat began to pour profusely down both sides of his face. A knowing smile emerged on the beautiful blonde agent's lips. She could see that she had young Burke Jacobs precisely where she wanted him and was savoring every moment of the heady, intoxicating experience.
Her fingers busily continued caressing her lover's testicles as the confident blonde slowly eased her head down between the young actor's legs. She inhaled the scent of his manliness and put her tongue immediately to work gliding along the tip of the penis that she had carefully massaged only a few moments earlier.
"OOOOHHHH YYYEEESSS, SUCK .IT," he nodded encouragingly. "COME ON AND SUCK MY COCK! EAT MY PRICK! OH BABY, WHAT A TONGUE! WHAT FINGERS! YOU'VE GOT IT ALL! C'MON, GO TO IT, GO AFTER IT. THERE'S ALL THAT HOT JUICE IN MY PRICK. C'MON AND MILK EVERY DROP OF IT OUT OF ME! YOU WANT IT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT, EVERY PRECIOUS DROP! C'MON AND SLIDE YOUR TONGUE UP AND DOWN MY COCK! GET THE JUICE! IT'S GONNA SPILL IN YOUR HOT MOUTH. OH YES, SUCK IT, SUCK ALL OF IT OUT OF ME, EAT EVERY DROP OF IT!"
The hotly panting actor reached down and let his fingers tightly grip the firmly elastic skin of his beautiful lover's ass cheeks as her tongue began to torridly glide up and down the throbbing length of his enormous organ.
The faster that she turned her tongue loose along the lengthy surface of Burke's cock, the more attentively that she ground her fingers against the increasingly bulging surface of his balls.
"AAAAHHHHHH, GEEETTTT MEEEEE OFFFFFFFF!" was his urgent command.
His fingers squeezed her hotly twisting ass cheeks with greater urgency and force than before as she propelled her lover that much closer to the precipice of orgasmic satisfaction.
Just when his urgent gasps were become louder and more frequent than ever, Terry released her fingers from Burke's cock and her tongue from the base of his searingly aroused prick.
"Why did you stop sucking?" Burke asked with keen disappointment.
"Simple, baby. I haven't tried my tongue out on your balls."
"That's great, but I just don't know how much longer lean hold out," he told her bluntly. "You do such a great job of sucking that, before I 'know it, I know my jizz if gonna spill like crazy, and when it does I want my cock in your mouth so you can suck out all that delicious sperm. That's all I'm worried about."
"A noble enough pursuit and I'm with you all - the way," she told him. "I've also got a sixth sense when it comes to knowing just how far along a guy is, how much more it's gonna take before the juices gush from his dick. In case I'm off, though, just let me know when you can see you're right at the brink and I'll turn loose of your balls and shift back to your prick. I want that juice about as bad as you wanna shoot it to me."
"You make this whole thing sound so much like a science, I'll be damned," Burke laughed.
Once again Terry proceeded to supply her hot lover with dual sensations as she turned her tongue loose against his frantically alive testicles. She kept up the nut sucking for only a few more moments, at which point she then scorchingly and abruptly shifted her erotic attentions back to his cock. - She fastened her scorching red lips tightly and tautly around the bulging surface of his penis tip as she pushed him that much closer to the moment of orgasm, when the scalding drops of his impassioned juice would spurt from the end of his prick.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, I'M SSOOOOO CCLLLOOOOSSSEEEE!" he told her, his body thrusting back and forth as the pressure continued to build.
Her fingers tightly squeezed her lover's nuts as she kept on wielding her hotly driving tongue, propelling him that much closer to a wild and sweeping orgasm.
Finally the blonde temptress grabbed even more tightly against the bloated scrotum of her hotly panting lover, clutching sharply, determined to drain every drop of scalding sperm from the end of his fiery prick as she sucked for all she was worth, her tongue slurping with unyielding tenacity as her lips fervently gripped the stem of his bloated organ. As Burke pushed that much closer to the edge of orgasmic fulfillment he ran his hot hands up and down the satiny smooth skin of Terry's back, and all the while he found himself proceeding that much closer to the pinnacle of orgasm.
"KEEP IT UP!" he gasped fervently. "KEEP YOUR TONGUE SLIDING! OH, THAT'S IT, KEEP IT MOVING UP AND DOWN MY HOT, JUICY PRICK! OHHHHHHH, OOOOHHHH, SUCK ME OFF! C'MON AND DRIVE YOUR HOT TONGUE, HONEY! OOOOOHHHHHH, NOBODY CAN GIVE HEAD LIKE YOU, TERRY. YOU'RE A WORLD CHAMPION COCKSUCKER! KEEP ON SUCKING! GO AFTER MY HOT JUICE! C'MON AND DRIVE YOUR TONGUE FOR ALL IT'S WORTH! KEEP PUMPING! KEEP PLAYING WITH MY BALLS! YOU'VE ALMOST GOT ME THERE!"
A few brisk, tantalizing tongue thrusts later, the first few drops of pre-cum eased out of the end of Burke's torrid organ and into the cavernous recesses of Terry's mouth. She continued to suck for all she was worth, determined to bring her lover off, to swallow every drop of sizzling sperm that erupted from the end of his blazing tool.
His body lunged forward and the wild deluge commenced in the form of thick, salty ropes of profuse semen, which proceeded to engulf Terry Casey's hot mouth.
The gurgling sound of Terry's mouth as she sought to capture every escaping droplet of precious jizz excited Burke all the more. His fingers pinched Terry's back with exquisite tightness, making him feel more than ever like the captive of the handsome young actor, and all the while the stirring outpouring of passionate juice continued as Burke's muscular body rocked wildly under the stirring orgasm, which he felt from the top of his head all the way down to the tip of his toes.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAIIIIII-EEEEEE," he gulped. "YYYYEEEESSSSSSS, OOOOOHHHHHHH, YYYYYEEEEESSSSS! SWALLOOOWWW EEEVVVEEERRRYYYYY DRRROOOPPPPPP! OH, EAT MY COCK, SWALLOW MY JUICE! DO IT, DO IT, OOOHHHHH, KEEPPPPP TURNING ME ON, IT'S GOOOODDDD TO THE LAST DROP!"
Her hotly surging tongue was more than capable of meeting the task at hand as she let her fingers roam against the exploding testicles of Burke while the roaring waves of orgasmic liquid continued to spill into her mouth.
"YYYEEESSSSSS, OOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, OOOOHHHHH, YYYYEEEESSSSSSSS!" Burke shrieked.
Terry continued asserting her tongue until the final few drops of passionate juice finished spraying from the end of Burke's steaming penis and into her mouth.
"What great eating stuff," she licked her lips, beaming a triumphant smile in the wake of her conquest.
"Can you ever give head," Burke told her with awe.
"Do you ever have a load. Damned, I've seen guys shoot, honey, but I practically wound up with an ocean of the stuff. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I've never had any complaints, if I do say so myself."
"I don't imagine so. You've got enough cream for a whole crew of women. But me, I was more than happy to hog all of the wonderful stuff for myself. It was good right to the last precious drop."
"That's great. I wanted to make you happy."
"Yes. I can see that you did. We were unselfish and gave all that we had. That's what makes for a good screw, love."
"We're in complete agreement."
"I can't imagine us being in disagreement about anything."
"At least where screwing's concerned."
"That's what I mean."
Terry gave an appraising glance toward Burke's cock, which had gone down very little in the wake of his stirring orgasm.
"Oh, -damned, and you've got good staying power, too," she said. "What more could a woman ask for?"
Chapter Three
Determined to get Burke Jacobs back up to the same level he had occupied prior to his explosion, Terry spent the next few minutes conscientiously massaging his cock.
She carefully worked her fingers over the foreskin of his penis, then slid them up and down the base of his inflated tool, loving every passionate moment of activity.
Burke's body rocked back and forth in dramatic appreciation over the skillful attention that was being provided to his cock, which was rapidly regaining the level of hardness it had enjoyed prior to his surging orgasm. He was happy that his organ had lost little in the way of vitality and length following his semen deluge, and as he stared at the shapely succulence of Terry's richly tanned body he desired to put his hands and tongue to work enticing her. Never had he desired a female body the way that he hungered for Terry's at that moment.
"Oh honey, I love the feeling you're putting into those finger movements," Burke gasped. "Oh, I love the way you're fingering my cock. You're driving me out of my skull with passion. I don't know how much of this wild action I can take. It feels so good, so very good. Damned, what finger action."
He settled back and enjoyed her attentive finger thrusts against the tip and base of his rigid organ for a. few more moments, following which he decided that he had to move onto another level of action. His seething desires ordained it.
"Let go, honey, I wanna return the favor," he told her. "I wanna take charge of your beautiful body. I wanna dominate it. Oh, baby, you've gotta give me that chance and give it to me right now."
Terry promptly released her fingers from her lover's cock. Anticipating what was to immediately follow, she leaned back and stretched out her long tan body, extending her legs suggestively, giving Burke a perfect view of her furry blonde muff and captivating pink pussy. There was still a substantial residue of juice present as a result of her orgasm, which she had brought about through her finger efforts.
His eyes then took in the delightful sight of her firm, resolute breasts, standing out like two gigantic cones, just waiting to be fondled and pinched.
"Damned but you've got a great set of tits," a thoroughly impressed Burke Jacobs gulped.
"They're all yours, baby," the blonde winked suggestively.
"Don't I love hearing talk like that. You're so fucking uninhibited I can hardly believe it. You're the answer to a horny man's prayers, honey. What a woman."
"Come and get me, sweetheart."
"With pleasure."
Burke reached out with both hands, letting his sturdy fingers cup around the enticing warmth of the blonde's voluptuous breasts. At first he fingered her slowly with exploratory precision, but soon his fingers were generating the stirring enthusiasm he felt shooting like scores of lightning bolts throughout his supercharged body.
Back and forth his fingers pressed and slid, gripping tightly around the smooth, invigorating warmth of Terry's breast flesh as she heaved sigh upon sigh, enjoying the well-coordinated movements of a highly motivated lover.
"AAAHHHH, GRAB MY KNOBS, BABY, MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN, OH YES, PLAY WITH MY TITS," she happily exclaimed.
His fingers continued generating intensity with each probing, grasping movement against her undulating mammaries, which enjoyed the arp, penetrating contact. Her hips and buttocks swirled with mounting ecstasy as she enjoyed every plunging thrust delivered by her handsome and determined lover.
"Oh damned, what tits, what an ass, oh baby," he exclaimed.
"Keep the action going, honey. Just like you are. I like it, oh, ah, how I love it."
His forceful, assertive fingers continued making sharp contact with Terry's ripe breasts for a few more moments. As he slowly released his fingers he put his tongue to work, letting it slowly scrape against Terry's left breast. He loved the crisp, scraping contact, after which his sensitive tongue then began to probe against the hardness of her button-like nipple.
"OOOOOHHHHH, DOES THAT FEEL GGOOOOOODDDDDD," she loudly exclaimed. "KEEP UP THAT WONDERFUL TONGUE ACTION. C'MON, HONEY, RUN YOUR TONGUE AGAINST MY NIPPLE. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU. YES, AAAHHHHHH, I JUST LOVE IT. IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD!"
All the while his crisply pistoning tongue continued bearing down on her harder, scraping and twisting sharply against her marble-like nipple as she panted with ever mounting ecstasy.
"SWITCH TO MY OTHER TIT," she finally exclaimed. "COME ON, BABY, AND KEEP THAT RAPID FIRE TONGUE OF YOURS BUSY."
More than ready to accept the challenge, Burke Jacobs withdrew his tongue from Terry's saliva-coated left breast and put his tongue to work against her right boob, sliding his tongue slowly at first, then working his way into a state of feverish passion with every jolting, twisting, ecstasy-filled movement.
"OOOHHHH, DO YOU EVER KNOW WHERE IT'S AT!" she nodded briskly, her hotly swirling buttocks resounding loudly as they bounced and thrashed on the bed beneath her. "DO IT TO ME, KEEP ME IN ECSTASY, BABY, YOU CAN DO IT WITH THAT FANTASTIC TONGUE OF YOURS! HELL, IT'S EVERY BIT AS GOOD AS YOUR FANTASTIC COCK!"
His burning tongue focused exclusively on her right breast for several more piercing strokes. He then abruptly switched his sturdy tongue efforts to her nipple, whipping his tongue in a torrid frenzy, leaving his highly aroused lover in a state of panting desire, her head spinning with lust.
"OH, HONEY, YOUR TONGUE SPEAKS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LANGUAGE," she told him, her hips and buttocks continued to swiftly cascade against the bed beneath her.
Burke withdrew his tongue from Terry's burning breasts and nipples altogether. He reached down with both hands, using his strong fingers to part his lover's supple thighs. He stared momentarily, and with great awe, at the appetizing cuntal valley that resided between her shapely, perfectly-proportioned thighs.
Immediately recognizing that Burke was turned on with her crotch, Terry saw fit to entice her lover, to tease him and bring him to an even greater state of acute sexual awareness. She swung her crotch in a slow, enticing series of upward movements toward Burke's head, and gradually he began lowering his head until the distance was rapidly closed, the distance that had temporarily separated them from a state of great intimacy.
"Go to it, darling," she whispered encouragingly.
"You bet I will. What a delicious snatch. I loved watching your fingers scrape against it until you shot."
"I figured as much. In fact, that had a whole lot to do with me doing it in the first place."
Puckering up his lips, the handsome young actor delivered a solid, devastating kiss to the blonde's vagina. It caused her cunt to reverberate with shock waves of seismic sexual joy as she let out a shriek. Her legs extended wider and her whole body rocked as she threw her pussy against her lover's mouth.
"OH, OH GREAT, KISS MY CCCUUUNNN-TTTTT, DO IT, DARLING, OOOOHHHH, OOOOOHHHHH, I NNNEEEDDDD IIIITTTT," she sighed.
Burke withdrew his lips after the long, fervent kiss, then puckered up anew, once more pushing his lips against the moist warmth of her burning vagina as Terry let out another ecstatic sigh.
Time and again his lips met the enticing warmth of his lover's sodden muff, and all the while Terry's body continued rocking unrestrainedly, enjoying the seething contact.
"OOOOHHHHH, HONEY, I'M ALMOST THERE, I'M ALMOST READY TO JUICE!" she loudly declared.
Burke withdrew his lips from Terry's fiery mound. He thrust his hot red flicking tongue out and let it flick and glide against the trembling warmth of Terry's thighs as she gasped and sighed anew, adjusting to the next sensation-filled event in a long procession of torrid sexual acts, It was obvious to Terry that here was a man who could match her own high level of sexual activity. His concentration and sexual energy could equal hers to the most advanced degree.
His tongue continued to lap wildly and unrestrainedly against the blonde's shapely thighs. Eventually, after she parted her thighs some more, Burke thrust his steaming red digit into the anxiety-filled furnace of Terry's tremoring pussy.
"OOOOHHHHHH, EAT IT," she boldly declared. "BABY, LET THAT TONGUE TWIST. REALLY LET IT SWEEP. YES, OOOOOOHHHHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE! AAAAAHHHHHHH, GO AFTER THE JUICE!"
Burke set a rapid pace from the very beginning, pushing his stirring tongue into the plush velvety interior of her steaming cunt as she panted and sighed, enjoying every invigorating stab that he sent in her direction.
After driving his flaming tongue against her seething cuntal pit for several action-packed moments, Burke dramatically slowed down his pace, and as he did his twisting, sensitive tongue took aim on the sensation-laden nodule of his lover's electrically charged clitoris. Slowly he scraped his tongue against the nubbin of flesh, eliciting a shrieking response from his lover.
"EEEEEYYYYYEEEEE, OOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH, OOOOHHHH, SUCK ME, EAT ME, BRING ME OFF, OOOOHHHH, MY CUT'S ON FIRE, DARLING, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO TURN ME ON, OOOOOHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH, KEEEEPPPP IT UP!" she exclaimed.
His fiery, resounding tongue pressed against its most willing erotic target several more times, scraping slowly, causing her to feel the wild shock waves generated by his teasing strokes. After manipulating his tongue against her clitoris for several strokes, Burke then nudged his teeth against her clit, which produced some more loud shouts and gasps as Terry basked in a glow of feverish sexual fulfillment.
"GO BACK TO MY PUSSY," she finally declared with great urgency. "YES, GO TO IT! OH, EAT MY CUNT, EAT MY JUICY SLIT! C'MON, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE! OH, EAT ME, EAT ME, GO GET THE JUICE!"
His volcanic tongue was ready to make the switch. Burke released it from his aroused lover's clitoris and let it grind and thrust with unencumbered desire against the fiery moistness of Terry's entranced vagina. He kept pushing her closer to climax with every stiffly throbbing tongue movement he sent forth.
"OOOOHHHH YEEEEESSSSS, JUST A FEW MORE TIMES," she shouted. "OH YES, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE, OOOHHH, AAAAHHHH, KEEEPPP IT GGOOOIIINNNGGGGGG!"
His tongue dug energetically into the torrid depths of Terry's cuntal trough. A few twisting strokes later the' juices began to gush from her vagina as her legs trembled and hips spasmed out of control.. She sank her fingers against the small of her lover's back and she listened with delirious joy to the loud slurping sounds of Burke's storming tongue as he sought to bring every drop of precious cuntal liquid under his control. He swallowed the precious escaping drops from her exploding nest.
"YYYYEEEEEESSSSSS, OOOOOOHHHHH, GGGGEEEETTTT ITTTTT AAAAALLLLLL, YEEEEESSSSS, EVERY DROP!" she loudly declared.
Burke's hotly spiraling tongue continued its energetic pursuit of his lover's enraptured vagina until he swallowed the final few drops of her cuntal fluid. He then abruptly withdrew his tongue from her crotch and stared at his huge cock, which was ready for a fresh confrontation with the shapely blonde beauty.
Lookat this," he pointed with pride toward his sect organ, which felt smoldering waves of excitement.
"So I see. It looks great, baby. Like it's ready to tear me up. I'll bet that's just what it's getting ready to do."
He grinned and nodded, extended his legs slightly, then stared down at the pussy he had just sucked to climax. Burke Jacobs' entire body tensed as he hurled his emblazoned cock forward, driving it in the direction of Terry's vagina. "Am I gonna fuck you,", he declared. "Go ahead, baby. My pussy's up to it. In fact, it's just begging for that hard tool between your legs. How I need it."
"That's good, because I need your tight pussy." "Hold me, baby. Don't let me go." As Burke Jacobs' fingers pushed against the resilient warmth of his lover's firm, ripe ass cheeks he directed his blue-veined phallic lance toward her hotly thrusting crotch, taking aim on the tight warmth of her moist vaginal flesh.
"What a fuck you're gonna be," he exclaimed with awe.
"C'mon and drive your big juicy prick into me, darling. I need it. I need that giant tool. Dominate me. Screw me. Fuck my pussy, give it a beautiful workout."
His fingers pushed even tighter than before against the crispness of her silky smooth ass globes as his fiery cock projected its way closer to its intended target.
Burk's body dramatically tensed and he let out several quick sighs in rapid sensation as his torrid organ made its initial penetrating contact with the elasticity of her warm, waiting vaginal trough.
"OOOOHHHHH, HOW TIGHT!" he grunted.
"WHAT A COCK!" she responded. "COME ON, HONEY, AND KEEP ON FUCKING ME. GIVE ME THE WILD RIDE OF A LIFETIME. YOUR BRUISING COCK CAN DO IT! LET IT MAKE MUSIC! THRUST IT UP BETWEEN MY LEGS. TAKE CHARGE! LET THAT BURNING COCK COMPLETELY DOMINATE ME!"
His staff phallic lance kept thrusting and driving, making its impact felt in a stirring cadence of well-timed movements. Every time that he guided his lust-bloated dagger into the searching womb of her elastic cunt Burke would let out a mighty gulp and gasp, feeling a tremendous wave of ecstasy hurling through his loins.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH, SO TIGHT!" he declared. "OOOOOHHHHHH, KEEEPPP THAT HOT BUTT SWINGING! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH."
Burke's fingers, which had been firmly clutching against the warmth of the shapely blonde beauty's hotly rotating ass globes, now began to pinch her ass flesh as the tidal wave of spirited penis activity continued in the form of a blistering attack, his cock driving with reckless abandon as it pushed into the tightly clasping warmth of Terry Casey's womb. Her body pushed forward with urgency as she sought to meet his every frontal assault with one of her own.
"BABY, I'M GETTING CLOSE, CLOSE TO SHOOTING MY JUICE!" she urgently declared. "KEEP IT GOING! KEEP THAT FIERY TOOL OF YOURS PLUNGING! KEEP IT DRIVING!" His thundering cock pistoned rapidly, forging its way into the tight, burning recesses of the blonde's scorching pussy. He keep feel the blazing sensations in his cock and balls as he projected closer to a wildly enthusiastic orgasm, when the drops of his thick white fluid would topple from the end of his burning joystick.
"ME TOO," he grunted. "OH, WHAT A BODY! KEEP TWISTING IT, BABY! I'M SO CLLOOOSSSSEEEEE! AAAAGGGGHHHHH, MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE! WHAT A FEELING, WHAT A DAMNED GOOD FEELING!" As he felt himself pushing closer to a rousing orgasmic floodtide, Burke reached out with both hands and let his crisp fingers slap against the hotly twisting ass cheeks of his delirious lover, who suddenly broke into a stirring wave of orgasmic release as the juices bolted from her electrically-charged pussy chute as her legs jerked and spasmed in a state of delirious joy.
"IIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMMMMMMM TTTHHHHHEEEEERRRRREEEEE," she shrieked, her entire body spinning abruptly out of control. "KEEPPP HHHAAAMMMEEERRR-IIINNNGGG MMMMEEEEEE! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK! KEEEPPPPP IIIIITTTTTTT UUUUUUPPPPPP!"
Burke was not about to either stop or let up by that point in time, continuing to drive his thundering projectile into the spurting orifice of his hot lover. He loved the intimate contact with her exploding cuntal petals. His fingers finally wrapped themselves with tight earnestness around his lover's warm, responsive ass cheeks as he felt a tidal wave of thick white cum building from his bloated balls to the tip of his electrified shaft.
"I'm just about there," he told her. "C'mon and fuck back to me, honey. That's it. Move those swirling hips. I'm in charge."
"Just where I want you to be."
"This is fantastic! Just too much. Too much sensation."
"What an ass! Did that hot ass ever motivate me.
"What about my hot cunt!"
"Oh yes. Certainly. Especially the way it clasps and grabs.'Oh damned, I can't believe it's possible to enjoy fucking a cunt as much as I love screwing yours."
"Oh, you're not missing a beat."
"No way. Oh, my balls are burning up! I can't hope to hold back much longer."
"Of course you can't. You're at that point of no return, darling, so keep up those crisp, well-timed movements. Those explosive movements. Oh damned, you've taken complete charge. Drive your cock up my pussy. Give me a good screwing. A real good screwing. You couldn't be any better, any better for my burning cunt."
Burke abruptly released his fingers from Terry's buttocks. He let them come into warm, enriching contact with her hotly jiggling breasts as he pushed and squeezed, continuing to drive his turgid penis into the burning depths of Terry's cunt.
"Oh, just a few more strokes and I'll be there," he told her."
"Yes, baby. I just finished exploding. So you juice now. Drive your burning prick into me. Give me a good wild fucking. That big juicy prick does everything but talk."
"It is talking. In its own way," he smiled.
His fingers tweaked the hardened flesh of Terry's distended nipples as Burke flung his devastating cock into the tight depths of Terry's pussy one time more. His body began suddenly reverberating, spasming out of control as he watched the first few drops of his thick white sperm beginning to shoot from the end of his steely shaft.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH, I'MMMMMMMM GGGGOOOOOIIIIINNGGG," he declared in celebrated triumph. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHH, OOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Burke's rock hard cock kept thundering forward as the deluge of thick white sperm gushed prolificacy from the end of his phallic tool and into the velvety tightness of the blonde's pussy.
"HONEY, FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT JUICE!" she cried with wild delight. "OOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAGGGGGHHHH, COME ON AND DO IT! EXPLODE, EXPLODE INSIDE ME!"
Explode Burke Jacobs did, with total dedication and ecstasy as he continued to pridefully view the outpouring of joyous volcanic liquid which filled Terry's craving pussy.
"KEEP SHOOTING, KEEP ON SHOOTING," she told him. "I'M A GLUTTON FOR IT, HONEY, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT! DRIVE IT INTO ME! ALL THAT HOT MANLY JIZZ!"
His thundering penis kept up its commanding pursuit of her vagina until the final few drops of his orgasmic spray had been unleashed from the end of his torrid organ.
Terry stared at her adonis lover with a combination of joy and awe as he lay next to her catching his breath. She reached out and slid her right hand soothingly up and down his back.
"Oh honey, did we ever make a team," she said.
"I'd sayneither one of us got shortchanged in the pleasure department," Burke laughed.
"No, and I'll tell you something else as well, Burke."
"I'm all ears."
"You passed your audition with flying colors," the voluptuous blonde grinned broadly. "You see, baby, before I can get worked up into the state of enthusiasm I need to be in to sell a movie personality I, have to be put in just the right mood. Call it euphoria. The kind you get from a great fuck. Welli darling, I like your style. I like the way you use your hammering cock. I'll be wanting to milk plenty more of that hot juice from it from time to time, and, in turn, I'd like to represent your interests as a performer. That is, if you'd like me to be your agent. How about it?"
"Oh damned, I couldn't be any happier about it," he smiled triumphantly, reaching over and affectionately fondling Terry's breasts several times before releasing his fingers.
"That's good. You want me and I want you. This is the beginning of a mutually productive association."
"We already got a good head start with the wild fucking."
"Yes, my darling, and the association will prove beneficial in a professional capacity as well."
"I sure hope so," Burke Jacobs solemnly declared. "I've had such a rough go of it, Terry, I really have. I've got the talent. I just need a chance to convince somebody else. A chance to showcase it in the right way."
"You sure showcased it in the right way for me today, lover," the blonde smiled suggestively.
"Sure, but I'm talking about acting talent, too."
"I know you are. In this business, honey, you need somebody with some clout in there pushing for you. If you'd had somebody like that in your corner you would've made it before. You've got a great talent coach and her recommendation meant a lot to me when I heard she was so high on you. Now you need the right person to find you some good parts. I'm gonna do that. In fact, how about coming up to my office at eleven tomorrow. We can sign a contract then. And after that we'll celebrate by going over to Scandia Restaurant and having a champagne lunch. How does that sound to you?"
"Terry, you're an angel, and I can tell you for sure you won't be sorry for what you're doing."
Burke leaned forward and planted a kiss on Terry's lips. He felt totally rejuvenated. Terry was filled with a buoyant optimism, a determination to go out and make Burke Jacobs a star.
Chapter Four
Terry had Burke Jacobs sign a contract the next day in her office, high atop Sunset Boulevard in the heart of the Sunset Strip.
They then adjourned to Scandia Restaurant, stituated just a half block from the skyscraper building in which her office was located, where they got pleasantly high on champagne and enjoyed a delicious lunch. Once that lunch was completed Terry tugged suggestively at the young actor's leg and whispered an unsubtle message in his ear.
"Let's adjourn to my place, honey, and have ourselves one whale of a fuck. What do you way?" were her blunt words.
"I'd say what are we waiting for?"
"Spoken like a true client of Terry Casey."
Terry promptly paid the bill and they left for the intimacy of her house, where they once again shared her bed, enjoying themselves enormously and leaving Terry with a greater urge than ever to help Burke succeed in his chosen profession.
The next morning, as Terry sat in her office reading Variety, she located an item that immediately caused her resourceful brain to spin. The trade paper revealed on page one in a lead article that prominent producer-director Ed Niles had just signed female superstar Gilda Crane to star in a high budget western that he was planning to shoot in New Mexico eight weeks later. Terry knew all about the project and had discussed it several times with Niles over the past few months at Hollywood cocktail parties. Now her brain was clicking as she picked up her telephone and dialed his office.
"Mr. Niles' office," his secretary answered.
"I'd like to speak to Eddie, please."
"May I tell him who's calling?"
"Yes. Terry Casey."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Casey," the secretary apologized with immediate deference. "I didn't recognize your voice."
"No harm done. Is Eddie in?"
"Yes he is. Hold on please."
"Thank you."
Seconds later Eddie Niles came on the phone, speaking with his characteristic breeziness.
"Terry, baby, I was just thinking of you a few minutes ago," he began.
"That's nice. Did I have my clothes on?"
They shared a warm laugh.
"You look fantastic with or without 'em, doll."
"Thank you. In all seriousness, why were you thinking about me?"
"I was getting ready to call and invite you to a dinner party I'm throwing over at me place Saturday night. Rather than go through all that jazz of sending engraved invitations-and what the hell, that takes a whole lot longer anyway-I'm planning on inviting some of my friends in the industry to this bash I'm throwing for Gilda Crane. You two ever met?"
"No I haven't, but I've admired her as a performer for a long time."
"Yeah. Haven't we all. Anyway, I just signed her to star in my western. Damned am I happy."
"Yes. I just read it. Congratulations."
"Thanks. That'll give the production a touch of class. Anyway, she's getting back from London tonight where she just finished her last picture. I'm tickled as hell about this."
"Yes. I read all about it in Variety. In fact, Eddie, it's in reference to that same picture that I'm calling."
"Before we get into shop talk, honey, you will come to my party on Saturday, won't you?"
"I wouldn't miss it for worlds. Your parties are always smashing success, due in no small measure to the host."
"Ah, I love you, too," Eddie Niles chuckled. "Good. Good. It wouldn't be the same without you, baby, and you'll love meeting Gilda. I'm purposely arranging it so there won't be too many people. For one thing, Gilda likes smaller groups. She hates these mob scenes."
"So do I."
"Then too it'll give her a better chance to get acquainted with everybody. You know, she's spent most of the last three years in Europe making films. She's been gone quite a while."
"Yes she has."
"But anyway, you were about to start talking business when we got off on this other tangent," Eddie said with interest. "We've talked about this project before, Terry, and we both agreed that none of your people fit into any of the parts in the film."
"Yes, that was true until yesterday," Terry said slowly, giving Eddie a chance to fall for the bait.
"So what's changed things?" he asked.
"I'm representing an exciting young talent. A good actor. He's destined to become one of the best when he's given the chance, and I couldn't think of a person more deserving of the chance to launch him, along with myself, of course."
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-six. He has a good range. Anything from early twenties to early thirties. He's got a rugged look, so he could play a person almost ten years older than he actually is."
"But wait a minute, honey. The only part I can think of that would fit a young man like that is the lead, and I was thinking about somebody more experienced to play opposite Gilda."
"I tell you, Eddie, that he's perfect for the role."
"What's his name?"
"Jacobs. Burke Jacobs."
"Don't know him."
"He's played bits mainly. Television and a few movies. But he's been taking lessons from Katrina Raskalnikov, who happens to be very high on his talents."
"But I'd be taking one hell of a risk using an unknown kid like that in a lead role, Terry. Surely you've gotta know that."
"So why hot give him a screen test and see if he can handle it? I happen to think he's just right for it and I wouldn't be recommending him if I didn't."
"I don't know how something like this would go over with Gilda. I'd have to know that the guy I hired, no matter who he was, would play just right with her."
"Of course. So why not test Burke opposite Gilda? That would be the perfect opportunity to find out."
"I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Then I'd want to talk the whole thing over with Gilda.
The chemistry has to be right. I can see, though, from the way you're fighting for the kid that you think he's got something."
"I wouldn't be representing him otherwise. You know me, Eddie. If I don't believe in a client I can't go out and effectively push them."
"Tell you what. Give me some time to think about this some more. We'll talk about this in greater detail on Saturday."
"I just got an idea. How about me bringing Burke along? Provided that's acceptable to you."
"Nan, I don't want the pressure of the kid being there. It's premature talking to him this early. I'll tell you what you can do, though. Bring along some stills. I'd like to see what he looks like. Have you got any film on him?"
"Yes. Some television. Shall I bring it along?"
"Yeah. That'll be okay. But I'd still have to do my own test if I was to consider him for the part."
"I understand."
"So tell you what, darling. Be over at my place at eight. That's when we're getting started. You can stick around after the other guests leave. Then you, me, and Gilda can talk. But I'm not promising anything. Understand?"
"Perfectly. Thanks for the invitation, Eddie, and I'll be seeing you Saturday night at eight."
"Looking forward to it. So see you then."
"Great. Goodbye, Eddie."
As Terry hung up the phone she beamed a radiant smile. Prior to placing her call to Eddie Niles she had been fearful that he had either already signed an actor for the lead role, and was waiting for the appropriate moment to break it to the trade papers, or was perhaps on the verge of signing someone. She was happy to discover that she and Burke had a chance just as long as she could convince Eddie that he was the man for the role.
Eddie Niles was considered by many in Hollywood society to represent a male counterpart to her own image. Whereas she was the fun loving, definitive version of the female swinger, while spending the requisite amount of time on business as well, Eddie was much the same way. He had begun his career as a publicist at one of the major studios, eventually worked his way into screen-writing, then finally launched a successful career as a director. Now he was concentrating on directing and producing. On a number of occasions she had found herself linked romantically to Eddie. Some columnists had even predicted that they would get married. Instead they had remained close friends, often intimate friends, but never were they even close to getting married. The reason was that they were too much alike, each with a penchant for frequent sex with a series of attractive partners. In addition, they both valued their freedom too much to want to be tied down to a permanent arrangement. Whereas Terry had been married and divorced once, Eddie Niles had been through the procedure three times. The last time they had seen each other Eddie had confided:
"That's it for me as far as the marriage game is concerned. A three time loser. I'm just not cut out for that game. Now as far as having fun is concerned, that's another story."
"I realize that," Terry laughed.
"And let me tell you something, honey. You're one of my favorite fun people."
"Nobody's ever accused me of being a wallflower."
"Of that, my sexy dear, we can be absolutely certain."
With that the handsome director reached out and patted Terry's buttocks.
It made her feel good to know that Eddie had always had a soft spot reserved for her in his heart, and a hard spot in his large, always active cock. Now she was determined to close in on him hard and fast, doing whatever was necessary to put her current young discovery, Burke Jacobs, into the cinema big time.
The week passed by quickly and soon it was Saturday night. Terry had purposely refrained from revealing any information whatsoever to Burke about the fact that she was plugging him for none other than Eddie Niles. She did not want to get him worked up unnecessarily in the event that things did not work out. She also knew that every leading agent in town was trying to land the same part she was for a client, many of whom were in the front ranks of stardom. It remained for Terry to try and pull off the grand ploy of snaring the part for an unknown, a man with only meager film and television credits.
As Saturday night arrived Terry put on a flowing white dress, climbed into her Mercedes, and drove to the white colonial mansion in Holmby Hills where Eddie Niles resided. As she pulled her car to a stop a grinning young man approached. His name was Hank and she had known him off and on for the past two years. He was employed by Niles to serve as a parking valet at his parties. Hank, a student at nearby UCLA, grinned broadly as he held the door open for Terry as she eased her seductive body out of the car. Her alert eyes immediately detected the hard-on that had instantly developed in Hank's crotch, tenting the black trousers he wore. It made her feel good to know that she was appealing enough to instantly turn on a young man approximately a decade her junior without even trying. She hoped to weave a comparable spell on Eddie Niles later in the evening.
"Good evening, Miss Casey, how are you?" the young man gulped, trying not to show just how turned on he was by the very presence of the striking blonde.
"Fine, Hank. And how are you?"
"Just fine, thank you."
"How close are you to graduation now?"
"I'll be graduating a year from this June."
"My oh my. How time flies. It seems like just yesterday when you were starting college."
"That's right," he nodded.
"Well. Be careful with the Mercedes," she winked, proceeding toward the majestic entrance to the imposing mansion. Terry never ceased to be gratified by the attention paid to her by men of all ages. As a matter of fact, if the circumstances were different and she did not have to be concerned about the party at hand and pleasing Eddie Niles, she just might not mind seducing the college student.
Terry made her entrance amidst much fanfare, receiving numerous attentive stares, many of which were nothing short of lustful, and was promptly received by the guest of honor, who lodked handsome and distinguished in a tuxedo.
"Terry baby, so good to see you again," Eddie Niles grinned broadly, reaching out and taking her hands, then kissing her tenderly on the cheek, affectionately without displaying lust of any kind.
After introducing Terry to some of the few guests that she did not already know, Eddie Niles then steered her toward the rear of the living room, where the beautiful and famous film star Gilda Crane was talking to an entranced audience of men and women. She looked captivating in a red dress that blended tastefully with her bright red hair. Terry noticed an uncomfortable expression on her face as she talked to her group of admirers. Gilda conveyed the impression of preferring to be somewhere else at that point in time and under a different set of circumstances.
Terry knew a number of the people in the group, greeting them with friendly smiles. Gilda looked relieved by the fact that attention had been distracted from her for the moment. Eddie introduced Terry to the three other people in the group that she did not know, and then, finally, to Gilda, who took Terry's hand and pressed it warmly, smiling with great cheer.
"It's such a pleasure to meet you," Gilda said, speaking softly, away from the rest of the group. "I've heard so many good things about you."
"I hate to have to admit this," Terry laughed, "but that was the exact same phrase I had stored up for you. I've enjoyed your performances so much. You're one of the few truly great performers in our business."
"Oh honey, you're a doll to say that, but I just consider myself to be another one of the struggling performers. Sometimes I do a reasonably good job of pleasing myself with my performances, and at other times I don't," she revealed.
"You've always pleased me, and I really mean that."
"I appreciate that. As a matter of fact, I've always been a fan of yours. I thought every movie you were in was well done."
"I wish I could say the same," Terry laughed, "but I sincerely thank you for saying so."
"I wouldn't pay any attention to those people who knocked your movies," Gilda told her. "They always got their point across and they were technically polished. In this business nothing gets people more angry than if you're succeeding. Then the jealousy surfaces and they think of every conceivable way to put the knock on you. I know. When some of my films have not gone over at all with audiences I've received lavish praise from reviewers. When I've succeeded in pleasing audiences and when a film is a hit they at least give me the backs of their hands and refer to the film as commercial but not very artistic. So don't let all that get to you. Anyway, you've certainly forged a successful career as an agent as well."
"Yes, I've been very fortunate."
At that moment their conversation was interrupted by Eddie Niles, who proceeded to introduce a film producer and his wife to Gilda. She conversed with them for several moments, and when they walked away and started mingling with other guests Gilda turned her attentions back to Terry.
"We'll have a chance to talk a lot more later," she said, "and I'm really looking forward to it."
"So am I," Terry smiled.
Moments later Eddie Niles announced that dinner was being served in the dining room. Terry was situated several places removed from Gilda and Eddie, with a matronly story editor from a major studio to her right and a slightly inebriated successful screenwriter and his wife to her left. The white-haired woman on her right would chatter non-stop for long periods of time about industry gossip while the screenwriter concentrated primarily on the dinner wine. Every now and then, whenever his wife was engaged in conversation with the couple next to her and he felt that the coast was clear, he would lean over and talk with Terry in hushed tones.
"I'd sure like to get better acquainted with you, Terry," he would whisper, suggestively rubbing his leg against hers underneath the table.
"Down boy," she soothingly intoned. "You're here with your wife, you know."
"Don't remind me," he flinched. "But hell, honey, I don't mean here and now. I don't mean tonight. I mean we oughta get together for lunch sometime. Give us a chance to get acquainted."
"You've undoubtedly heard that I'm a daring woman."
"I sure have," he grinned.
"Well, don't believe everything that you hear. Maybe I am daring, up to a point, but I've always steered clear of situations with married men, my dear."
"Ah hell, this is Hollywood," he said with an air of exasperation. "Besides, I'm damned sure she's doing the same thing." He nodded toward his wife, who was engrossed in conversation with the couple next to her, her head turned in the other direction.
"Whether that's true or not, that's the kind of scene I just don't wanna get involved in."
"Ah hell," he replied. "You're gonna change your mind. I just need a little more time to charm you."
Terry abruptly turned her conversation toward the white-haired story editor, even though she found her to be almost as big a bore as the screenwriter. Her major concern was to discourage the screenwriter sufficiently so that he would leave her alone.
She was happy when dinner finally came to an end. After engaging in almost an hour of boring conversation with a group of people in Eddie's den, the guests began to leave in significant numbers. The last couple to leave was the inebriated screenwriter and his wife. Just as he was about to walk out the door.he leaned forward and whispered a parting shot in Terry's ear:
"We'll be meeting again soon, and next time under more intimate surroundings. You'll see."
Once that the screenwriter and his wife left, Eddie heaved a sigh of relief.
"Well, the party's over," he said. "That is, except for the little gathering I've got planned for you girls." He looked at Gilda and Terry and winked.
"I feel relieved myself," Gilda declared, smiling in a state of grand celebration. "I always feel so uncomfortable in crowds. This is a whole lot more like it."
"Either one of you girls feel like anything to drink?" Eddie asked in a conciliatory tone, seeking to make the proceedings as relaxing as possible.
"Not for me," Terry said, wanting to keep her mind as alert as possible as she commenced plugging the talents of Burke Jacobs.
"Me either," Gilda firmly confirmed.
"Okay. Then I won't indulge, either," Eddie declared. "Hell, I've had enough anyway. So Terry, did you bring that film along of your client?"
"I sure did. It's in my car."
"Great. I'll have Max go get it. And in the meantime we'll adjourn to the screening room. I'll get the projector ready."
Eddie's butler Max secured the film from the back seat of Terry's car, handing it to Eddie as he stood next to the projector. Terry noticed how much more relaxed Gilda was now that the guests had gone and she no longer had to cope with being a center of attention. She slouched into one of the comfortable chairs in the screening room and kicked off her shoes. Terry sat down next to her.
"So what did you say this young man's name was?" Gilda looked at Terry and asked. "Isn't it Burke something?"
"That's right. Burke Jacobs," Terry answered as Eddie began to thread film into his projector.
"I like that name," Gilda nodded. 'It's the kind of name that would look good on a marquee."
"I thought the same thing," Terry told her. "Sometimes- when I represent new talent I'll change their names because I feel that something else is more appropriate or catchier. In this case I thought it was best to leave things as they were."
"I believe Eddie said that this film was from some television shows. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right," Terry said with a tone of regret that Gilda immediately detected. "I'm hoping, though, that it will give you and Eddie an impression as to how he photographs."
"Of course. Eddie would insist on running a test for him anyway. A little footage from some television shows should be just fine for our purposes."
Gilda put Terry immediately at ease.
"Okay, girls, got it all wound," Eddie said. "So I'll turn on the lights and we'll watch."
A tinge of nervousness reeled through Terry's stomach as Eddie turned off the lights and ran the footage of Burke Jacobs. Without making it appear at all obvious, Terry would occasionally sneak a glance toward Eddie and Gilda to see if she could detect anything from expressions on their faces. Instead her curiosity was only compounded as they maintained masks of impassivity.
When the footage came to a close Eddie turned the lights back on and shut off the projector. He joined the two women, sitting down in a chair directly behind them.
"So what do you think, Gilda baby?" Eddie came directly to the point.
Gilda projected her eyes momentarily toward the ceiling, smiled, then responded.
"I think he's got a definite electricity that seems to just jump out at you on the screen," she said. "Yes, I think he has the makings of an exciting performer. So what do you think, Eddie?"
"I've got to give the matter some thought," Eddie shrugged. "So you're really sold on him, huh?"
"Definitely."
"I wondered about whether you'd have something against working with somebody who didn't have anymore experience."
"Nonsense. We were in a similar situation to young Burke's at one time in our lives. All of us."
"Yeah, that's true."
"I have nothing at all against working with performers before they've become established. The only thing that concerns me is that they have talent. And I think this young man has it. Terry darling, I believe you have a winner."
"Thank you," a thrilled Terry smiled. "I certainly think so and have thought so from the very beginning."
"He comes across as such an exciting young man," Gilda lauded. "Let me tell you something, folks. I could teach that young man a thing or two, and I'm not just talking about acting. Oh, I'd love to be smothered by him in those strong arms. Tell me, Terry honey. Confidentially. Is he as good in bed as he figures to be by looking at him?"
"To answer your question would be to make an admission, wouldn't it?" Terry responded to a question with one of her own.
"Let's not play it coy, honey," Eddie laughed. "Anytime you get ahold of a powerful looking young stud like that you know damned well you're not gonna miss out on the chance to ball him."
"Okay, Eddie, I suppose I might just as well come clean," Terry chuckled. "Yes, Gilda, in answer to your question, he's great in bed. He's been anything but a disappointment."
"Then you wouldn't mind if I had a little fun with him myself, would you, honey?"
"That is, if we decide to use him," Eddie pointed out.
"That's understood," Gilda confirmed, not wanting to ruffle Eddie's considerable ego in the slightest.
"No, Gilda, I wouldn't mind," Terry said. "I don't want to keep an exclusive on him. It wouldn't be right. That wouldn't be show biz, would it?"
"Heavens no," Gilda laughed.
"Not only would you have a ball with him, but I know he'd love you. Neither one of you would be shortchanged in the fun department. That I could assure you."
"Now that you girls have spent some time talking about Burke Jacobs, maybe you could switch the subject to somebody I hope is near and dear to both of you."
"Who's that?" Terry asked.
"Me," he laughingly replied, pointing toward himself.
"What about you, darling?" Gilda asked.
"You know. I had a reason above and beyond talking about Burke Jacobs to draw all of us together in a cozy and intimate setting. After all the guests have gone. You're two of my favorite females and being around either one of you at any time is certain to bring my prick up to an instant erection.
"One of the nicest things anybody could ever say about me," Gilda looked at Terry and grinned.
"I should say so," Terry grinned back.
"Then I suggest we immediately make our way to the bedroom," Eddie said. "That's the fun and games room around this place."
"I think I could find my way there blindfolded," Terry said, rising from her chair.
"That makes two of us," Gilda said, beginning to rise as well.
"I didn't know that you two have been that close," Terry said, "although I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised. Eddie is sure to go after every beautiful and available woman in this business in time."
"Especially somebody as gorgeous as the redhead I'm looking at at this moment," he grinned seductively.
"How sweet. I love you, too," Gilda winked, throwing Eddie a kiss as they headed out of the projection room, moving toward the upstairs bedroom, where Terry had experienced so many pleasurable romps with Eddie in the past.
Terry felt on cloud nine now that she had gotten to know Gilda. For some reason she had expected her to be-stiffer and more formal than she had revealed herself to be. Terry had derived the impression from the fact that Gilda had kept such a low profile throughout her career where the Hollywood and international party scenes were concerned. Now she could see why. Gilda preferred the intimacy of smaller settings among friends, and once she loosened up she could assume as carefree an air as anyone Terry had ever met.
They arrived in the bedroom and Eddie flicked on the light just above the bed, the only one he would let shine while engaging in sex. Gilda looked over at Terry, then at Eddie, winking mischievously.
"After a long night in this formal attire I feel like stripping down and getting comfortable. Care to join me?"
"You're damned right," Eddie emphatically declared.
Chapter Five
Eddie and Terry watched carefully as Gilda slowly eased out of her red dress.
Eddie promptly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his long, bulging cock as he watched the slender, red-haired beauty stand in front of the bed, totally naked except for her lacy white panties and matching brassiere. In contrast to the richly tanned body of Terry's, Gilda's skin was milky white, but the contrast only served to remind Eddie of how lucky he was to have two beauties of distihctiy different types in his presence at the same time. Whereas Terry was a stunning blonde of five-six with a curvaceous, voluptuous figure, Gilda, some two inches taller, had a slender frame, but one which was nonetheless endowed in the proper places. Her legs were lean and sensuous, while her breasts, though smaller than Terry's, were firm and appetizing all the same as they protruded through the scanty material of her brassiere.
Just watching Eddie as he began to instinctively jerk up and down against the rigid hardness of his aroused cock only served to excite the slender, red-haired beauty all the more. Her skin was rich and creamy while Terry's was tan and alluring. Eddie could have gone half out of his mind over the presence of just one of them, whereas the simultaneous presence of the blonde and redhead constituted double dynamite wherein his fervent erotic impulses were concerned.
"Finish the job, Gilda baby," Eddie grunted in a husky tone. "Get your panties and bra off. I want to see all of you. What a damned beautiful body and the way it excites me. It's just too much. The whole thing's just too damned much!"
Gilda loved being in the limelight and enticing Eddie at the same time. She reached out and let her fingers ease against the hooks of her brassiere. As she unclasped them and pried off the confining material, which she casually tossed to the floor, both Eddie and Terry observed the sight of her cascading breasts breaking free from her bra.
"Oh honey, do you ever look fantastic," Eddie gasped, running his fingers briskly up and down the full length of his throbbing, dramatically alive cock.
The sexy redhead looked over at Terry and winked.
"I know how to turn Eddie on, if I do say so myself," she said.
"That you do," Terry said, watching closely as the action dramatically unfolded.
"You know it, you know it," Eddie nodded emphatically. "Honey, you could turn any guy on. Oh damned, what a woman you are. You're too much, just too much."
Gilda let her breasts flip dramatically from side to side for several moments. She then reached down, her body bending slightly, as her fingers came to rest against the crotchband of her skimpy white panties. She paused momentarily for dramatic effect, looking at Eddie and smiling seductively.-"You sure know how to get my cock agitated," he gulped. "Oh damned, am I ever excited. Does that body of yours ever heat me up. C'mon, honey, and finish stripping. Take your panties off before I run over there and tear them off of you myself."
"My but the native is getting restless," she laughed girlishly.
Gilda began sliding her panties down her flowing white legs, which she extended slightly. Terry could not help but be impressed by the shapely exquisiteness of Gilda's slender, appealing legs. Her entire body was slender but erotically stimulating, and the longer that Terry eyed it the easier it became for her to see as to how drawn Eddie was to it as he kept on assertively gliding his torrid fingers up and down the rigid length of his stiff prick.
Eventually the beautiful redhead stepped out of her panties, and as she did she coquettishly extended her shapely legs and eased her fingers slowly but surely between them against the invigorating surface of her tantalyzingly smooth vagina. She stroked the rich red curls of her pubic mound, then slid her fingers against the pinkness of her aroused vagina.
"Am I ever turned on," she purred. "Oh, Eddie baby, just keep jerking up and down on your cock."
Terry watched, her body stiff, observing the electrifying sight of the red-haired beauty as her fingers continued to twist and glide against the warm, moist tufts of her pubic mound.
As Terry's eyes turned toward Eddie, she observed that his rapidly thrusting fingers were gliding with increasing swiftness as he jerked them up and down the lengthy surface of his bulging penis stalk.
"C'mon, Terry, you get undressed now," Eddie grunted. "I wanna see you on full display, too. I wanna see those two beautiful nude bodies on display at the same time."
"I love nudity," Gilda threw her head back and gasped. "C'mon, Terry honey, and join me. Just like Eddie said. We're all gonna be naked. We're all gonna have ourselves one hell of a fuck. Oh, just running my fingers against my pussy gets me so turned on."
Terry became quickly caught up in the spirit of all the activity that was taking place. Her body quivered and reeled with mounting excitement, her eyes darting back and forth between the sight of Eddie jerking fervently on his aroused cock and Gilda gliding her fingers against the intense warmth of her succulent vagina.
Terry's fingers moved swiftly and as she wiggled out of her dress, she noticed that Gilda had released her fingers from her pussy to watch what she was doing. Gilda's eyes were closely trained on the emerging nudity of Terry's body. All the while the spirited fingers of Eddie kept on gliding up and down the throbbing length of his intensely aroused cock.
As Terry slipped out of her dress and stood in her black panties and matching brassiere, Eddie released his fingers from his solid, erect organ. He and Gilda were both staring intently at Terry as she removed her brassiere, letting her flowing breasts fall free.
"Oh damned, there they are," Eddie gasped. "The melons I love to squeeze. What gorgeous, juicy tits."
"X can see why you've grown so attached to them," Gilda grinned. "What a perfectly shaped pair of boobs. Terry honey, you've got the best set of tits my eyes have ever seen."
"Thank you," Terry replied.
Eager to finish the act of undressing, Terry reached down and grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties. Soon she was gliding the filmy material down her legs, and as she did her whole body began trembling more noticeably than before.
"Very good, now finish the job," Eddie shrieked, overcome by the excitement of it all. "Go ahead, honey, put it all on display for us. I'm so turned on. Oh, this damned cock. It's just too much, having the two of you on display at the same time. Two of the most beautiful women this town has ever seen. Wow! How damned lucky I am to be a part of something like this."
Eddie's breath started coming in short, puffy gasps as he stared at the erotically overpowering sight of the black panties gliding down the superbly tanned legs of the shapely Terry. He loved listening to the alluring scraping sounds of the panties as they made steady contact with Terry's skin.
"It won't be long now, Eddie, before the blonde bombshell will be every bit as naked as I am," Gilda exclaimed.
"So true, so very true," Eddie sighed.
Now Eddie began to quickly tug at his trousers, determined to remove his clothes as rapidly as possible and make it a nude three-some. Gilda eased her body toward the bed. After she made contact with it she slowly parted her thighs and manipulated her fingers against her searingly moist vagina, after which she promptly withdrew them.
"I'm afraid if I get anymore turned on that I'll juice and I don't want to do that," she explained, adding, "not now anyway. All that will come in time."
"Yes, it definitely will," Eddie nodded as he finished tugging off his trousers, almost ripping them in the process due to the fervent anxiety that he felt.
A few quick tugs later, Terry finished removing her panties, after which she paced back and forth several times in front of the bed, wiggling her buttocks enticingly, turning them provocatively in the direction of Eddie's eyes.
"You like looking at my ass," she teased him with her sensuous movements, "so now here's your chance. Look and enjoy, baby. Oh yes, this is where it's at."
"You know it, honey," Eddie said, pulling off his shorts and revealing his trim, muscular body in the nude.
But it was Gilda who appeared more mesmerized by the sight of Terry's succulent nude body than even Eddie. This marked the first time that she had ever seen Terry completely devoid of clothes. Even though her eyes had appraised the sight of an almost completely unclothed Terry in a number of films, she realized that that was a totally different proposition from seeing her completely naked in the flesh. Now Terry was on full display for Gilda's aroused eyes, and as she stared at the stunning blonde her pussy chute could feel turbulent waves of dramatic excitement.
Terry could clearly see just how enamored Gilda was with the sight of her coppery body. The blonde bombshell was not all that shocked, considering that she had turned on a number of women as well as men in her life, what with her captivating beauty of face and form.
Not only that, but Terry had also heard stories about Gilda's bisexual exploits. She remembered one particular story that had been making the rounds of the film colony for quite some time, one. that had been incorporated in thinly disguised fiction into several exploitation novels about the film industry. It seemed that Gilda, who was married to an extremely rich and highly jealous millionaire architect, was relaxing in Acapulco, Mexico at a time when her husband was thought to be in New York on business. At the hotel where she was staying she became acquainted with the beautiful wife of a doctor from Florida. The doctor's wife, like Gilda, was vacationing away from her husband. The two women, the story went, became highly enamored with one another. Things started innocently enough with long tanning and conversation sessions in bikinis in the tropical warmth of the Acapulco sun either at poolside of the hotel or on the beach just behind it. They then began going to dinner together, and then, finally, nature began taking its course and the two beauties started making love on a regular basis, having torrid sessions both in the late afternoon and in the evenings. At the time that their romance was at a fever pitch, and during one particularly intense afternoon lovemaking session in Gilda's posh suite, Gilda's millionaire husband arrived on the scene. He had finished his New York business earlier than expected and was anticipating surprising his beautiful movie star wife. For that reason he had not notified her as to the fact that he was arriving. Instead of surprising his beautiful spouse, the millionaire instead received a jolting surprise. He opened the door to the suite with a key he had obtained downstairs at the desk. Upon entering he heard strange sounds emanating from the bedroom. He walked slowly toward the bedroom, being shaken to his roots to discover his wife and her friend engaged in a wild and vigorous sixty-nine, their torrid tongues driving in a blaze of wild glory as they worked with great dexterity and joy inside each other's blazing cuntal infernos. The shocked husband burst into a spate of loud curse words, his face reddening, his whole body trembling in a helpless rage. As the rage subsided he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, grabbing a cab and proceeding straight for the airport. He flew directly to New York, whereupon he filed for divorce, citing "incompatibility" and "irreconcilable differences" as being the bases for the divorce.
Even though the millionaire made certain not to make any public mention of what was alleged to have happened between Gilda and her beautiful friend, the story persisted that he had seen her having sex with the doctor's wife.'
The account of this story continued to be repeated over and over again in Hollywood circles, and its details began to spin through Terry's mind as she observed the hungry stares that the sultry redhead continued giving her. Up until this moment she had been inclined to dismiss the story altogether, concluding that somebody with a vivid imagination had made it up. Now she was wondering if that and other stories about Gilda being a strong bisexual were true. It was not all that surprising for Terry to attract another woman. It was just that she had not expected to find Gilda Crane in that category.
After the initial surprise of observing Gilda's strong attraction toward her, Terry began to feel a strong wave of sexual curiosity in the direction of Gilda. Even though Terry's basic propensities in the realm of lovemaking were distinctly directed toward the opposite sex, there were occasions on which she would feel a strong and abiding attraction for someone of her own sex, and she could not have conceived of finding a more attractive female partner for sexual purposes than the stunning Gilda.
Now Gilda lay stretched out in the middle of Eddie's huge bed. She eased her long, sensuous limbs apart and let her fingers slowly glide against the warmth of her pubic curls. As her cuntal petals increasingly began to moisten, her wide-eyed stares in Terry's direction became more pronounced.
Even though Terry had initially avoided Gilda's intense stare, eventually she decided to return it. Now the two beauties, the sensuous blonde and the sultry redhead, had their eyes locked in the direction of each other's nude bodies, and all the while Eddie stood next to the bed, grinning broadly.
"Oh honey, you're so beautiful," Gilda finally swooned, releasing her fingers from her furry red-tressed mound. "I've always wanted you, right from the time I used to thrill to your body and face on the screen."
"You're kidding," a thoroughly flabbergasted Terry replied.
"Not at all. You've got the face and figure sure to drive any man or woman up the wall. Oh darling, I want you, I want you so very badly. Let's make it, let's enjoy each other!"
"Yeah, go to it, girls," Eddie grunted. "I wanna see you two really go at it. If there's one thing that I love just about as much as fucking a beautiful woman it's watching two gorgeous gals fuck. Oh, I've thought about this from the time I knew you two would be getting together. You'll make as fantastic a couple as you could find in this town, two of its most beautiful women. Come on, girls, and cut loose. Really let yourselves go."
"I feel the same way," a breathless Gilda asserted.
Gilda beckoned Terry to join her on the bed with a suggestive hand gesture, smiling broadly all the while, her alert eyes intently taking in every supple, curvaceous inch of her lover's magnificent form.
Terry stretched out a short distance from Gilda on the bed, and as she did Gilda closed in fast, quickly bringing the distance to a close as she manipulated her fingers slowly and smoothly against the succulent warmth of Terry's breasts.
"Oooohhh, I've wanted to fondle your tits for so long," Gilda breathlessly declared, "and now I'm doing it. You can finger me at the same time, darling. In fact I want you to, oh yes I do. Just run your fingers over my body."
"Yes, oh yes," Terry replied.
While Gilda's fingers assertively glided and slid, pinching and grabbing against the warmth of Terry's succulent boobs, Terry in turn reached out and made a grab for Gilda's creamy breasts. Her fingers pushed sharply against the warm flesh, and eventually the two women were promptly coordinating their impassioned movements, their fingers torridly gliding over the curvaceous surfaces of their ripe globes of flesh.
"Keep it going, girls," an excited Eddie Niles exclaimed. "Oh, do I ever love this. Some of the most gorgeous scenery around and I've got it right here on my own bed. Oh, Eddie Niles, what a lucky guy you are! I'm almost envious of myself. That's it, girls, keep those fingers gliding. You're really giving each other a good time. Yes, keep those crisp fingers sliding. I love it, oh, how I love watching you two beautiful gals rolling around on the sheets."
By then both women were gasping and sighing as they became acclimated to each other. Their fingers pushed and pinched with ever stiffening rigidity, gliding with fervent, passionate delight. Now and then their torrid fingers would grip and slice against the hardened surface of each other's nipples. The marble-like hardness further exemplified to each of the women the extent to which they were turned on. Their hips and buttocks swirled with unabounded delight as they felt the tremulous waves of passion magnify in their thoroughly aroused pussies.
Following several more seconds of exciting finger activity directed against each other's breasts, Gilda abruptly released her fingers from Terry's shapely boobs. She pushed her piercing, hot red tongue forward, letting it make its initial penetrating contact between the conical surface of Terry's hotly jiggling breasts. Terry was alive with an incrasing awareness of the dimensions to which she was being pushed in a blaze of stirring excitement.
"I WANT IT, OH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT," Terry gasped. "YES, MY DEAR! OH, KEEP YOUR CRISP TONGUE MOVING. LET IT SLIDE, LET IT REALLY SLIDE! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU!"
Terry's words of eagerness only spurred the stunning redhead onward that much more quickly as her driving tongue sliced up and down in the pendulous valley which separated Terry's ripe breasts.
After her driving tongue had thoroughly bathed the area between Terry's aroused breasts, Gilda promptly switched her line of attack, gliding her tongue with resounding skill and desire against the ripeness of Terry's left and right boobs while the gasping blonde begged for more, loving each and every stroke she received.
"TONGUE ME, OH, YES, OH, OH, TONGUE ME!" Terry sighed. "YES, KEEP YOUR BURNING TONGUE MOVING! OH, AH, OH, AH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, BABY, LET YOUR HOT TONGUE f WIRL!"
In a blazing wave of ecstasy, the determined redhead continued the hot, volcanic tongue activity. She reached down and let her fingers curl against the exquisitness of Terry's twisting, ripe breasts, loving the spirited urgency with which everything was taking place.
"OOOOHHHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE!" Terry declared.
The faster that Gilda relentlessly manipulated her twisting tongue against the curvaceous surface of her lover's breasts, the tighter she continued pressing her fingers against her lover's ass.
"Keep it all going," Eddie Niles shouted. "Oh damned, are you two ever turning on. I had a feeling this would happen. You're just made for each other, girls, and do I ever love watching you."
Before long, after Gilda had finished working her lover into a frantic ecstasy through her piercing tongue strokes, the redhead withdrew her tongue from Terry's saliva-moistened breasts and her fingers from Terry's ripe ass cheeks. She positioned herself directly across from Terry, and as she did she suggestively opened her legs widely, giving Terry a close-up look at her moist, sparklingly alive pubic vee, which was ready for immediate contact. In the meantime, she positioned her tongue directly next to Terry's pulsating pussy, which quivered with desire to be sucked by this torrid woman, who loved sex in the same craving manner that she did.
"How do you feel about a wild sixty-nine?" Gilda asked.
"I like the idea fine."
"Good. Let's get right to it and give old Eddie over there the show that he wants."
"And enjoy ourselves fully at the same time."
"Absolutely. Oh, absolutely!"
"I'm all for that," Eddie laughed. "We're in complete agreement, girls. Yes, all of us."
The girls moved at virtually the same instant, shoving their heads hungrily forward and propelling their tongues in the wet, hungry orifices that desired restless, passionate contact.
A tidal wave of sensual anxiety rippled through the air, and as Eddie breathlessly watched the invigorating sight of the two beauties whipping their tongues against each other's dampened pubic curls, he could not resist the temptation of reaching down with both hands and gliding his fingers up and down against the bloated surface of his torrid, fully aroused, fully erect penis.
His fingers swept briskly along the stiff surface of his electrified shaft while the two girls let their stirring tongues grind and glide, scraping with warmth and intimacy against each other's pubic tresses.
"OOOHHHH, WATCHING YOU TWO IS JUST TOO DAMNED MUCH!" Eddie cried out at one point, releasing his fingers from his scorching organ. "IF I DON'T TURN LOOSE RIGHT NOW I'LL JUICE, I'LL JUICE RIGHT ON THE SPOT! IT'S TOO MUCH, MUCH TOO MUCH!"
The girls' hips and buttocks ground in a spontaneous rhythm of salacious sexual ecstasy as they propelled each other that much closer to that dramatic and turbulent moment when the spurting juices would explode from each other's frantically alive pussies.
"KEEP SUCKING!" the excited Eddie gasped, afraid for the moment to go back to his mastur-batory movements for fear he would explode. "YEAH, EXCHANGE SUCKS, GIRLS! KEEP THOSE LOVELY, LIVELY TONGUES GLIDING! GET EACH OTHER OFF! OH YES, REALLY DO IT!"
For the next few moments they concentrated their vigorous tongue attention on each other's dampened pubic mounds, but soon they were abruptly switching the action to each other's vaginas, and the more quickly that their sweeping, swirling tongues came into contact with the velvety softness of their torrid pussies, the nearer they drew to orgasms.
"YOU GIRLS ARE REALLY TURNED ON!" Eddie gasped. "GO TO IT, REALLY GO TO IT, TURN ON!"
By that juncture the thoroughly aroused beauties, their sweat-dampened bodies twisting and turning in a state of wild, unencumbered lust, were only a few commanding tongue strokes removed from getting each other off, and now the only question that remained was as to who would get off first, or whether they would juice simultaneously.
Eddie's ears remained attuned to the loud slurping sounds of the quivering beauties as their tongues dug with ever heightening frenzy into the burning depths of each other's pussies.
"OH DAMNED, YOU'RE JUST ABOUT THERE!" he gasped.
Eddie looked down at his huge cock, which had been aroused to such a tremendous degree by the invigorating sight of the two women exchanging rapid fire tongue thrusts, then at the bodies of the two women. His eyes zeroed in on the erotic sight of their swirling tongues as they dug as deeply as they knew how, pushing each other ever closer to the delightful moment of orgasmic bliss.
Gilda's body jerked and spasmed several times, and now Eddie could see the drops of pussy juice as they exploded from Gilda's gushing mound and into Terry's mouth.
"SWALLOW IT ALL, TERRY BABY!" Gilda exclaimed.
As the juices gushed profusely from Gilda's pussy, she got set to receive a storm of her own from the hot slit of the voluptuous Terry. Their cannonading tongues continued to twist and dig. Finally Terry's body began rocking and swaying as had Gilda's only seconds earlier as the juice began to pour from her deluged orifice as the smile of delight continued spreading itself across the entire surface of Eddie Niles' face.
The girls finished gobbling down the precious juices that had exploded from their aroused twats. Gilda immediately threw her arms around Terry, delivering a lengthy kiss to her lips.
"Thank you, baby," she smiled gratefully, after which she turned and faced Eddie. "Okay, Eddie honey, go get that piece of equipment. I'll be needing it right now."
"That's great," Eddie laughed, clapping his hands with glee.
"What's all this about?" a surprised Terry asked.
"Oh. You're gonna find out in no time," Gilda teased.
Eddie walked over toward a nearby chest of drawers, opened one of them, and pulled out a dildo. He grinned broadly as he held it aloft for Terry to see.
"This is the big surprise," Eddie said, walking over and handing the flesh-colored, makeshift penis to Gilda, who promptly accepted it and began strapping the object on her waist.
"I can see this all so clearly now," Terry said, stretching her nude, sweat-stained body down on the bed as she stared up at Gilda, whose face contained an expression of total, all-consuming lust.
"See what clearly, baby?" Eddie asked.
"This whole thing was prearranged. Gilda telling me how badly she wanted to fuck me, and for how long," Terry said. "Yes, this was all set up in advance. Right?"
"You've got the right idea," Gilda panted, finishing strapping the dildo to her waist. "I want to turn on with you, honey, anyway that I possibly can. You're my kind of woman."
"It's been a long time since I've been fucked with a dildo," Terry laughingly exclaimed. "The last time I remember was at a wild party at some film executive's home in Brentwood, and I was so damned drunk at the time that I can barely remember it at all. I've just got this kinda hazy memory in my mind of getting a dildo pumped into me first by one person, then another one, until it seemed like about every girl at the party had fucked me at least once. I'd fade in and out, and every time I'd fade in I'd see another one in the haze, standing over me and pumping like mad into my pussy for all that she was worth."
"I'll bet every girl at that party did fuck your beautiful pussy," Gilda said in a voice heavily laden with sexual tension. "What a gorgeous body! Who could ever pass you up? Certainly no woman in her right mind could. Oh damned, what a gorgeous body. Get ready, honey, because I can wield a dildo with the best of them, especially if it's with a girl I really like, and you I happen to be wild about."
"Get the whole thing started," Eddie said. "I'm damned excited about watching you. Tell you one thing, though. I don't know how much more of this kind of wild action I can stand looking at. My cock is as hard as a rock and I'm gonna be getting in on the action pretty damned soon myself."
"I'll just bet you are," Gilda said, "but first I'm gonna slam this cock deep inside that tight, gorgeous pussy."
"You'll find it to your liking," Eddie said. "I oughta know. I've fucked it enough times."
Gilda reached down and began stroking the tip of the plastic penis, and as she did Terry noticed that a fresh expression surfaced on her face, that of a man. It appeared as if she was seeking to make a transition, to convey the impression of a man by adopting as many mannerisms as she possibly could.
As Terry slowly but surely extended her sensuous, coppery-toned legs, Gilda removed her fingers from the tip of the dildo. She shoved it forward, grunting as she did, her eyes taking in the captivating sight of Terry's warm and available vagina-replete with the smooth pink organ and the curled, moist blonde pubic hair.
The penetrating makeshift cock made its first charging entrance into the dampened confines of Terry's vagina. The blonde did everything she could to enhance her own and Gilda's pleasures, her pussy muscles clamping tightly around the hotly protruding organ.
"AAAAHHHH, THAT'S IT!" Gilda gasped. "KKKEEEPPP UP THAT FUCKING MOTION! SNAP YOUR PUSSY! OH, HOW I LOVE IT, HOW IT TURNS ME ON, HOW I LOVE SCREWING YOUR PUSSY!"
The steadily thumping cock movements continued unabated as Gilda rocked her body back and forth, driving the torrid plastic organ into the hotly spasming depths of her lover's vagina, loving every bit of penetration that took place.
"KEEP FUCKING HER!" Eddie shouted excitedly. "How I love watching this. Watching you girls screw is so damned much fun."
"OOOOHHHH, HONEY, FFFUUUCCCKKK MEEEEEE!" an aroused Terry exclaimed. "KEEP THAT BURNING COCK GRINDING! C'MON AND GIVE ME A GOOD FUCK! OHHHHHH, I REALLY WANT IT!"
Gilda's buttocks twisted relentlessly as she kept on sinking the tip of the plastic penis into the torrid depths of Terry's scorching vagina. Finally Terry, totally overcome by what was happening to her, realized that she could withstand no more of this wild action. The juices began to stirringly splash from her pussy as her whole sweaty body reeled in dramatic response to what was happening.
"OOOOHHHH, IIIII'MMMMM TTTHHH-EEERRREEE!" Terry exclaimed.
A smile of satisfaction dominated Gilda's face as the outpouring of juice continued from Terry's pussy.
Gilda reached out, and with a smile of enormous satisfaction, let her fingers come into contact with Terry's firm buttocks. Her fingers clutched with great firmness and determination as her passion reached a fever pitch, at which point the juices started spraying from her pussy.
"AAAAHHHHHH, SSSOOOOO GGGOOO-DDDDDD!" she emphatically declared as the makeshift cock plunged deep inside Terry's slit a few more times.
When Terry and Gilda finished orgasming, the two lovers wound up in a firm embrace.
"Did I ever love watching that," Eddie laughed. "Oh damned, am I ever ready to jump into the act after watching all this. It was too much, just too much."
"Hold on for a second," Gilda held up a cautioning hand.
"What's the matter?" a disappointed Eddie asked.
"I'd like to turn the tables, to give Terry a chance before you launch into some activity of your own," Gilda explained.
"Oh, so you want me to fuck you with the dildo," Terry chuckled. "That oughta be something, really something. I've never done that before."
"Then you've got something to learn," Gilda said. "Yes indeed, my darling, you're gonna enjoy it."
"How do I do it?" Terry asked.
"Nothing to it," Gilda assured. "You've had your pussy fucked lots of times before. You're just turning the tables, that's all. Make like a man. That's what I did."
"Yes. I could see your expression change," Terry laughed.
"This is some 'how to' lecture," Eddie quipped. "Okay, so get into the fucking so I'll get my chance. I can hardly wait to get my roaring cock off."
"You'll have your chance," Gilda grinned, beginning to unstrap the dildo from her waist. "But first give us girls a chance to finish doing our thing."
"With pleasure," Eddie bowed, grinning.
Chapter Six
Gilda handed the dildo to Terry. It felt strange to her as she held it in her fingers, a curious expression on her face.
"This feels weird," Terry laughed.
"It will, but just for a little while," Gilda assured her. "You'll get used to it, and when you do you'll have as much fun at it as I did. You're gonna love it, honey."
"Maybe so. The thing that feels the weirdest is that I thought I'd done just about everything it was possible to do when it came to receiving sexual kicks. But it just goes to show that there's something new to be learned by everybody, even me."
Gilda and Eddie burst into laughter over Terry's statement.
"Terry's going back to school," Eddie said.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna teach her," Gilda winked.
"Just see that the lessons don't take too long," Eddie pointed restlessly downward toward his hard, erect tool. "I've got to get my gun off pretty damned quick. In fact, I don't know how long I can stand it. This is just too much."
Slowly but surely, Terry strapped the plastic makeshift penis to her waist. She stared down at the rigid cock, which was pointing in the direction of Gilda, who lay stretched out on her back, her slender legs extended in anticipation of the first thrusting movement to be delivered by Terry.
"C'mon, baby, and give me a good fuck," Gilda soothingly encouraged. "I want you to fuck my pussy. Give me a good ride just like I gave you a little while ago."
"Sure thing, honey," Terry smiled. "I've just' got to get a handle on things and figure out just how to go about all this."
"Don't let any of it psyche you out," Gilda warned. "The thing to do is just rare back and start fucking like a horny man would do it, and you've been screwed by a lot of horny men in your life."
"Yeah, including this one," Eddie quipped, laughing loudly.
"Especially that one," Terry pointed toward Eddie.
It felt peculiar for the first few minutes to Terry, feeling the dildo strapped to her waist and observing it as she stared down toward her crotch. She could see how easy it must have been for Gilda to eventually psyche herself into thinking she was a man. Seeing that enormous hard-on would make it a whole lot easier to switch identities. Terry decided to go about the act of fucking Gilda with the dildo in just the way that Gilda suggested, by emulating a horny man in the wild throes of passionate ecstasy.
She threw her body promptly and assertively forward, driving the tip of the plastic organ into the receptive chamber of Gilda's inflamed pussy for the first time. Gilda's body responsively rocked back and forth as she received the stiff, jolting stab.
"OOOHHH BBBAAABBBYYY, THAT'S IT," she gasped. "GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME, REALLY FUCK ME! OH, GIVE ME A WILD SCREW! OOOHHH, I KNEW IT, I KNEW YOU'D CATCH ON IN NO TIME! DRIVE YOUR COCK! COME ON AND FUCK ME, DARLING! OH, DOMINATE ME!"
After driving the makeshift cock into Gilda's pussy for the first time, it made things much easier for Terry the second time around as the plastic tip made its way inside the tightness of Gilda'? twisting, dampened orifice.
"OOOHHH, GGGRRREEEAAATTT!" Gilda exclaimed. "OOHH, HONEY, KEEP UP THAT FUCKING! YES, DRIVE THAT INTO ME! FUCK ME, OOHHH, AAAHHH, FFUUCCKK MEEEEEE!"
Now that Terry was beginning to find the range, and was starting to sufficiently acclimate herself to the joys of fucking another woman with a dildo, her movements became swifter and more confident. The change was something that was easy for the beautiful, hotly panting Gilda to observe.
Gilda's buttocks wiggled and twitched as she thrust her crotch forward, eagerly receiving every jolting forward blast by the determined Terry, who was thoroughly enjoying every moment of the captivating experience of which she was a part.
While Terry's movements increasingly swiftened and she began coming at Gilda harder and faster than ever, digging the stiff tip of the makeshift organ into the innermost depths of the redhead's vagina, she reached down and let her fingers roam freely against the warm surface of the redhead's writhing ass cheeks. The extra contact made both' women feel that much better as they thoroughly enjoyed the sensations they were sharing.
"Keep it up, girls," Eddie loudly exclaimed. "Oh, watching you two makes me want to screw so damned bad! How damned close to an explosion I am just watching you. What a beautiful sight. What a beautiful experience, watching two women like you screw!"
By then Eddie had become so carried away that he felt a compulsion to reach down with both hands and let his torrid fingers glide up and down against the full length of his bulging, steaming cock. It gratified him to see Terry acclimating herself to the new act of fucking a woman with a dildo. He observed her sleek buttocks twisting with unabounded joy as she delivered spearing stab after stab, plunging the dildo into the joyous depths of Gilda's pussy.
Gilda's hips and buttocks swirled and writhed out of control as Terry kept on fucking her, blasting away, throwing caution to the winds as she enjoyed every fast, steady, vigorous blast.
Finally Terry and Gilda reached the point where they could withstand no more of the wild contact they were joyously sharing. As Terry's fingers clung sharply and tightly to Gilda's buttocks, Gilda let out a loud sigh.
"OOOHHHHHHH, HERE GO THE JUICES," she announced. "HHHOOONNN-EEEYYY, OOOHHHHHH, FUCK ME! DRIVE THAT COCK, OOOHHHH, IIIII'MMMMMM GGGUUUSSSHHHIIINNNGGG! AAAGGG-HHHHHHHHHHH!"
Eddie promptly withdrew his fingers from his rock hard cock, which he had been jerking at an ever accelerating level of action. He knew that if he did not let go at that moment that the juices would be forced to spray from the end of his throbbing instrument. Just watching Terry tear into Gilda's pussy with the flesh-colored makeshift penis had brough him to the very precipice of climax. His body was drenched with a tense sweat in anticipation of getting directly involved in the action.
"Damned, you girls are too much," he said.
As Gilda's hips and buttocks rocked atop the bed, Terry felt herself drawing ever closer to climax as she kept stearing the makeshift cock into the piercing depths of her lover's tight, taut vagina.
"AAAHHHHHH," Terry abruptly exclaimed, her body jerking and spasming out of control. "OOOOHHH, HONEY, ME TOO! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! IT'S JUST TOO MUCH FOR ME! OOOHHHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT!"
The juices began gushing from Terry's pussy and her head swirled in a sea of delirious ecstasy. While the orgasm continued, and just as the final few drops of pussy fluid were spurting from Gilda's organ, the shapely blonde leaned forward and delivered a lengthy, impassioned kiss to Gilda's lips.
The kiss continued until Terry's orgasm came to a halt. At that point she released her lips from Gilda's. A smile of great gratitude emerged on Gilda's lips.
"I'm proud of you, baby," Gilda said. "I thought I might have to give you a few pointers to get you started, but I should have known better. I should have realized that a girl like you has such well developed sex instincts that she really doesn't need any help."
"I used my imagination just like you said," Terry replied. "I thought of myself like a horny man."
"You've got a lot of creative imagination, honey," Gilda smiled. "That's for sure. Oh, what a fuck we had."
"While on the subject of horny men," Eddie promptly intervened. "Just have a look over here. Take a look at my long, juicy prong. Oh damned, it was torture watching you girls for this long. Not that I'm knocking watching two great beauties fuck. Hell, it's a voyeur's delight. It's just that after a little while you get so excited that you can hardly stand it. Oh damned, I've just got to get into it, I've got to get into it right now."
With that he reached down and put his erect phallic tool on full display, gliding his fingers spiritedly up and down its elongated surface as the shapely beauties watched. Realizing that the action was entering a new phase, Terry promptly began unstrapping the dildo from her, and as she did her heart began pounding with cascading delight.
As Terry was finishing removing the dildo from her waist, an aroused Gilda entered the scene. She eased her body over toward Eddie Niles, whose fingers were clutching and pumping furiously up and down the full length of his bulging penis as he stood in front of the bed. His eyes sparkled when he observed Gilda closing the distance between them.
"Come on, honey, and give me what I need," he winked suggestively.
"Oh, you know it," Gilda huskily replied.
Terry watched from the middle of the bed as she finished discarding the dildo, which she hurled on the floor next to the bed.
As Eddie released his fingers from his lust-bloated spear, the shapely, red-haired actress reached out and made a grab for it, jerking and clutching tightly with her fingers, then proceeding to slide them up and down the full length of the torrid organ.
Eddie threw himself down on the bed, landing with a lurid plop, watching the dramatic act of which he was a part, Gilda continued her hungry pursuit, her fingers curling tightly around the foreskin of Eddie's fleshy tool as she concentrated on supplying him with the ultimate in erotic pleasure.
"OOOHHHH, DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MASSAGE!" Eddie grunted.
Gilda pushed her fingers with increasing tightness against the bulbous tip of Eddie's electrified organ. The tighter she clutched, the more frantic the feelings that tilled the cock and balls of Eddie, who was being sent into a realm of total and ecstatic joy.
"Keep those fingers moving," he grunted. "Oh, Gilda honey. Do you ever know how to please a man!"
Her fingers kept up their spirited pursuit, pumping and gliding, and all the while Eddie felt the broiling, swirling sensations continuing to build in his cock and balls.
"OOOKKKAAAYYY, START SUCKING IT!" his blunt and spirited message suddenly surfaced. "GO AHEAD, COME ON! I KNOW HOW YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK! WELLLL, SUCK MY COCK!"
Gilda nodded eagerly. She released her fingers from her lover's cock and put them briskly to work against his bloated testicles, which she eagerly and authoritatively squeezed as her tongue went to work scraping against the tip of his cock. She made certain to move her tongue slowly but surely in the beginning, seeking to extract every bit of swirling sexual joy from her lover.
Gradually her tongue began to pick up the pace, increasing the speed of its dextrous, well-timed movements as she glided it up and down the full lenght of his lusty instrument while his buttocks rocked resoundingly atop the bed.
"OOHHHH, TURN ME ON!" he gasped. "GO AHEAD AND EAT MY ROCK HARD PRICK! EAT IT, SWALLOW ALL THE CREAM, DRAIN EVERY DROP OF IT OUT OF MY COCK!"
Eddie reached out and slapped his lover's buttocks resoundingly, which served to spur her on to even greater heights as her torrid tongue began driving and bobbing, working its way up and down the full length of his fleshy tool in the manner of a child dunking for apples at a Halloween party.
"AAAGGGHHHHH, YOU'VE GOT ME SO CLOSE," Eddie grunted. "PLAY WITH MY BALLS, SUCK MY COCK!"
Up and down Gilda's tongue spiritedly manipulated against the stiffly bloated length of her lover's cock, and as it did she let her fingers snuggle cradle his intensified balls even more tightly than before. All the while he was being inexorably pushed toward the climactic moment of orgasm.
"EAT THE JUICE," he loudly bellowed. "IT'S GONNA SPILL OUT OF THERE PRETTY SOON! OH, EAT IT!"
Terry remained perched atop the bed, watching the action, impressed by the manner in which her lover Gilda was completely taking charge of the cocksucking and turning Eddie on to the fullest extent. She liked her animal level instincts, which caused Gilda to react swiftly and decisively to every possible opportunity.
Eddie's body trembled in the lustful moments preceding orgasm. His body was drenched with sweat as he anticipated the moment of climax, which- loomed ever closer with every quick, thrusting movement of the radiant redhead's superbly timed tongue.
"OOOHHHH, GET ME OFF," Eddie shrieked. "YOU'VE GOTTA DO IT, BABY, IT FEELS SO GOOD, I'M SO CLOSE, SO DAMNED CLOSE! JUST KEEP DRIVING YOUR HOT TONGUE! KEEP PISTONING IT!"
The swirling tongue of the tempestuous redhead made brisker contact than ever as she locked her thick, sensuous red lips tightly around the stiff column of flesh. All the while she kept vigorously gliding her steaming red tongue against the surface of Eddie's fleshy tool as he was projected that much closer to the state of a wild and ecstatic orgasm.
"OOOHHHH, JUST A FEW MORE TIMES," Eddie grunted. "DRIVE YOUR TONGUE UP AND DOWN MY COCK! OOOHHHHH, OOO-HHHHHHH, I'M SO DAMNED CLOSE!"
As her tongue pumped frenziedly against the lengthy base of his stiffly erect organ, the redhead let her fingers pinch sharply against the warmth of Eddie's testicles. As she held on hard and fast the first few drops of pre-cum eased out of the end of his erect shaft, a preview of what lay ahead.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING," he gasped. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK IT OFF! SUCK MY COCK! SUCK ALL THE JUICE OUT OF MY PRICK! GO AFTER THE CREAM! GET IT! GET IT ALL!"
The swirling, determined tongue Gilda continued frantically driving up and down the rock hard column of penis flesh, and finally, as his body catapulted forward, the prolific white drops of flaming penis fluid splashed in a raging deluge from the end of his towering tool.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH, OOOOHHHHHH," Eddie thundered.
The thick drops of cum splashed from the end of Eddie's tool as he continued to gasp and grunt, watching the unfurling stream as it kept on gushing from his huge pole.
He also closely watched the activity of his thoroughly aroused lover. Her tongue kept on eagerly attacking his cock as she sought to capture every enticing drop of fluid.
"OOOOOOHHHH, NICE!" he exclaimed.
The burning liquid continued to expode inside the redhead's mouth as her twisting tongue ground back and forth with great eagerness. She was determined to swallow every drop of Eddie's orgasmic liquid.
Eddie's fingers swirled up and down her back as Gilda brought the final few drops of cum under control with her swirling tongue, after which she removed it from his cock.
"Beautiful, baby, absolutely beautiful," an impressed Eddie exclaimed.
He patted Gilda's buttocks appreciatively, then stared over at Terry with a broad grin. Terry had been reduced to a spectator's status for the time being, but had an idea that it wouldn't last for much longer.
"We're gonna get you into this too," Eddie said. "We'd never waste such abundant natural resourses."
"Eddie, you say the truly sweetest things," Terry laughed.
Eddie slid his body promptly and assertively toward the stunning blonde, and soon his fingers were spiritedly gliding against the warmth of her curvaceous buttocks.
"Oh damned, what a beautiful set of globes," Eddie laughed. "I'm a glutton when it comes to sex."
The longer that his sturdy fingers projected against Terry's ass cheeks, the greater the realization became on her part as to what would happen next.
"Oh, what a glorious pair of ass cheeks," Eddie sighed. He looked over at Gilda and grinned. "While I'm ass massaging this gorgeous lady, Gilda honey, I'd appreciate it if you'd give my cock a nice massage. You know how to do it. Just get it up there to where it was before I juiced. That's all I need."
"With pleasure, my dear," Gilda replied. While Eddie continued spiritedly grinding his fingers against the tight warmth of Terry's ass cheeks, Gilda reached out and let her fingers ease up and down along the full length of Eddie's fleshy cock, which had not descended in length all that much in the aftermath of his earlier explosion inside the recesses of Gilda's mouth.
The longer her attentive fingers ground against Eddie's cock, the more excited and erect it became. Pretty soon Gilda knew that she would have it up to the same towering length level it had occupied before Eddie's last explosion.
When she got his cock up to its full length, the captivating redhead promptly released her fingers from it. Moments later Eddie removed his fingers from Terry's shapely ass globes.
"Terry, my darling, I intend to give your ass quite a workout," Eddie smiled. "How does that sound to you?"
"Oh, it sounds very good."
"I'm so happy to hear that. Are we gonna ever have fun. Are we ever gonna enjoy it."
"Oh yes, my love."
Eddie thrust his rapier red tongue forward. As it snaked toward Terry's mouth she opened hers. Eddie forged his tongue spiritedly into Terry's warm, excited mouth. Their tongues twirled and twisted with devastating glee and eagerness, merging in a state of hot, steamingly alive passion. Back and forth their tongues twirled and twisted in a sea of frantic delight. When Eddie released his tongue from Terry's mouth he reached down and promptly slid his tongue up between the blonde's shapely ass cheeks, gliding it stirringly into her asshole, his strokes as slow and as tantalizing as he could possibly make them.
"OOOOOHHHHH, SUCK MY ASS," Terry cried.
Gilda sat poised just a few feet away from the action, smiling with satisfaction, happy to know that she was a part of such a wild orgy session. She was confident that before long Eddie would press her into active duty once more. She thought about the exciting moment at which those first few drops of thick white passionate cock fluid exploded from the end of Eddie's penis and exploded into her mouth.
All the while, as Gilda continued to watch the action, Eddie kept sliding his tongue smoothly into Terry's anus, enjoying every movement, loving the way that things were developing.
Soon Eddie's tongue began to scorchingly attack her anal passage in swift, assertive strokes. He reached out and let his fingers tightly squeeze the warmth of her buttocks.
"OOOOHHHH, BABY, EAT OUT MY ASS!" the blonde exclaimed.
Terry's seductive body glided back and forth in perfect symmetry as Eddie's blistering tongue continued making decisive contact against her asshole. All the while he could feel the stirring waves of volcanic excitement in his lust-filled cock, which was ready to launch into some more thrilling activity.
"Go to it, Eddie," Gilda called out encouragingly. "You've got one hell of a sexy woman there."
His fingers pushed and glided tightly against the warmth of her ass flesh as he kept on sinking his piercing tongue into Terry's hotly besieged anus. He continued the torrid flow of activity until Terry was reduced to a seething, panting mass of female sensuality. He sucked her asshole several more times, then released his tongue, his eyes focused on the captivating sight of the stunning blonde's shapely behind.
"Oh honey, am I ever gonna give you a workout," he exclaimed.
Eddie reached out with the first three fingers of his right hand and slid his fingers into the tightness of Terry's anal passage. Her body squirmed and her legs kicked back and forth in dramatic response to his rapid fire finger thrusts.
"OOOOOHHHH, YOUR FINGERS," she shrieked. "YOU'RE REALLY FINGER FUCKING ME! OOOOHHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOUR CRISP FINGERS MOVE! AAAHHHH, REALLY GLIDE THEM! OH YES, OOOOOHHHHH, WHAT A THRUST!"
Since Terry had, on certain occasions, had her asshole plugged before, it was tough enough to withstand the intrusions of her lover's quick, piercing finger thrusts. Only on special occasions, when she thought of the man as something special, would she ever consent to having her anal passage violated. Eddie definitely fell into the category of somebody special as she was concern, and just being around the animal magnetism that he exuded prompted her to feel an ever heightening measure of acute sexual awareness.
His sturdy fingers pumped with stiff asser-tiveness for several more strokes, until he decided that it was time to remove them. As he did, Eddie leaned forward and let his piercing lips push with overwhelming passion and desire against her lips.
As their lips remain solidly locked for several seconds ofblissful passion, Eddie threw his arms tightly around the body of his beautiful lover. He finally withdrew his arms, and as he did, he looked over at Gilda and grinned.
"It's time for a wild three-way," he told her.
"I'm hot for the idea," Gilda grinned.
Eddie looked over at Terry, massaging her buttocks several times as a lewd grin broke out on his face.
"Okay, honey, I want you to get down on all fours," he said. "You know, dog fashion."
"Certainly," she smiled. "I remain your humble servant."
"Hey, I like that," Eddie laughed.
She did exactly as he commanded. Eddie then looked at Gilda longingly, licking his lips suggestively.
"Oh, do I have something fantastic in mind," Eddie said teasingly, deliberately dragging out the expense.
"So let's hear about it," Gilda said.
"I want you to spread those beautiful legs of yours and sit on my face, baby. I want a little ass from you, in my face, and a little ass from Terry. Namely my long prick in her butt."
"What a nasty guy you are," Gilda chuckled.
"The nastiest," he nodded. "At least I hope so."
"Oh honey, you're up there, you really are," Gilda confirmed.
"Okay. So spread your legs. Let's get into it. Let's really get into it. I wanna fuck."
"We love fucking as much as you do," Terry said, wiggling her ass cheeks seductively.
Gilda teasingly eased her ass over Eddie's face, letting it twitch with great delight. Eddie's heart cascaded with wild lust at the prospect of double action, an ass fuck coupled with a pussy suck.
He hurled his hungry tongue forward, letting it lick and slurp enticingly into the hot, wet love pit of the beautiful Gilda, who let her hips and buttocks rotate with appreciative delight as she showed him in a highly demonstrable way just how much she liked what was happening to her.
"Oh honey, you love it when I feed you my pussy," Gilda sighed. "Keep that beautiful tongue of yours working. I love this action. Oh, how I love it!"
She edged her pussy against the hotly scraping tongue of her rampaging lover, his tongue continued pistoning sharply against the seething moistness of her succulent love nest.
While his torrid tongue continued making seismic impact against the love nest of Gilda, the handsome Eddie reached out and let his fingers pinch against the warmth of Terry's twisting behind.
"Oh, baby, you're really taking charge," Terry sighed.
As his tongue whiplashed the torrid pussy of his beatiful lover Gilda, Eddie thrust his lust-engorged cock forward, letting it make its initial penetrating contact into the tightness of Terry's anal passage.
"OOOHHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS REALLY DRIVING," Terry exclaimed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, YEAH, IT HURTS A LITTLE, BUT IT'S THE KIND OF HURT A WOMAN GETS USED TO, THE KIND SHE REALLY GETS TO LOVE! OH, WHAT A FANTASTIC ASS FUCKER. OH, KEEP IT UP. OOOHHHH, DARLING, KEEP DRIVING THAT HARD COCK! PUMP IT UP MY ASS!"
His torrid, meaty pole kept on hurling with savage delight, pumping ever deeper into the tightness of her anus as Terry's ass cheeks quivered and she heaved sigh upon sigh, both enjoying it and feeling waves of pain at the same time. She knew, though, that the pain would not last all that much longer, and she loved the spirited manner in which Eddie kept on pumping his probing cock into the tightness of her exquisite ass.
"OOOOHHHH, FUCK ASS, REALLY FUCK, OHHHHHH, KEEP IT UP, DRIVE YOUR STIFF PRICK! KEEP IT GOING!" he exclaimed.
Eddie met the challenge to the fullest extent, his cock ablaze with glory and ecstatic delight as he pumped it into the deepest confines of his lover's shapely, rapidly twisting behind.
While his stirring cock continued to grind and plunge into Terry's ravaged anus, Eddie continued to slip and slide his tongue into the torrid depths of Gilda's pussy. A few sharply twisting thrusts later the juices began to pour profusely from the red-haired beauty's electrified twat and into his mouth.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, I'M THHHHHEEEE-RRRRREEEEEE!" she announced. "HONEY, WHAT A TONGUE! DRIVE IT IN MY PUSSY! OH, GET-EVERY DROP OF JUICE OUT OF MY PUSSY! WHAT A FEELING! OOOOHHH, AAAAHHHH, WHAT A FEEEELLIINNGG!"
Eddie's tongue slurped hungrily as he caught every drop of his lover's pussy juice. As he released his tongue from her vagina after lapping up the last few drops of hot juice, Gilda straightened out her body and stretched out on the edge of the bed, watching as Eddie moved into the closing stages of his wild ass fuck with Terry.
"Thank you, Gilda baby," Eddie grinned.
"You're welcome, honey," Gilda replied. "Now just keep driving that long, hard cock of yours into
Terry's behind."
"I won't be stopping until the last few drops of juice spill out of my cock," Eddie said. "I'm pretty close to an explosion right now. Oh, Terry baby, just keep wiggling that fantastic ass of yours. What a screw, what a glorious screw."
He reached out and let his fingers slap against the tight flesh of the beautiful blonde. All the while he kept on stabbing forward with his sharply piercing prick, which he used to plunge into the ravaged depths of her asshole. He drove his phallic lance all the way into her bowels, and as he did his thudding testicles scraped against her wiggling ass cheeks.
"OOOOHHHH, WHAT AN ASS!" he exclaimed. "DAMNED, WHAT A GREAT FUCK! OHHH, KEEEPPP WIGGLING THAT CUTE ASS!"
Eddie reached and slapped with both hands against the twisting surface of Terry's blonde ass. All the while he kept plunging and spearing, driving his steaming tool that much closer to the breaking point, when the hot white juices would thunder from the end of his mammoth, devastating organ and flood her ravaged anus.
"EDDIIIIEEEEE, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU," she loudly exclaimed. "OHHH, THIS IS IT! I'M JUICING! WHAT A FEELING! OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, JUICING LIKE THIS! KEEP YOUR COCK POURING INTO MY HOT ASS! FUCK IT, FUCK IT, KEEP SPEARING IT WITH YOUR SAVAGE TOOL! DRIVE IT INTO ME, OHHHHH, AAAHHHH, REALLLYYYYY DRIVE IT! FUCK MY ASS!"
Eddie pounded his rigid tool into the searing tightness of Terry's besieged anal chamber several times. As he did he let his hands slap against her ass cheeks. A few strokes later he felt the telltale twitching sensations multiplying in his cock and balls and he recognized how closely he was pushing to the point of a wild and dramatic climax. His cock bore into her harder than faster than ever as Eddie gritted his teeth. His bloated balls were overloaded with lustful sensations and then, ultimately, he watched as the steaming white liquid began to gush from the end of his sharply drilling penis.
"AAAAGGGHHHHH, THERE IT IS," he exclaimed. "THE STUFF IS SHOOTING OUT OF ME! WHAT A GREAT FEEEEEEEEELLLL-IIIIIIINNNNNGGGG! AAAGGGHHH, KEEP WIGGLING THAT HOT ASS! WIGGLE IT, WIGGLE IT REAL NICE! AAAAGGHHH, IT'S TOO MUCH! WHAT FUCKING! WHAT SCREWING! MY ASS FUCKING GIVES ME SO MUCH PPLLEEAASSUURREEE!"
With that he let his battering ram organ to plunge into her several more times in quick succession, and as he continued making spirited contact Terry threw her head back and gasped. Her legs kicked back and forth with unrestrained glee.
"HONEY, KEEP UP THOSE MOVEMENTS," she encouraged loudly. "DRIVE YOUR STIFF PRICK UP MY ASS! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THAT DRIVING COCK! KEEP SLAMMING IT INTO ME! OH YES, SLAM IT, SLAM IT GOOD AND HARD!"
This time he let his fingers push sharply against the blonde's shapely, rapidly twisting ass globes as the surging drops of semen engulfed her ass.
"OOOOHHHH, SO TIGHT," he triumphantly exclaimed. "AAAAHHHH, SUCH A TIGHT ASS! WHAT A GLORIOUS ASSHOLE. AAAA-GGGHHHH!"
His cannonading spear cut into the intense depths of her anal passage several more times until the last few drops of rapidly spurting sperm had spilled out of the end of his forceful prick and into her asshole. Her asscheeks kept twisting and spinning until the final few drops of sperm had been milked from his intense, lengthy organ.
As Eddie rolled off of the beautiful Terry, he patted her buttocks affectionately as a smile of sublime triumph spread itself across his entire face.
"That was something, really something," he smilingly reflected.
"So how about my client?" Terry asked.
"What client?" Eddie responded.
"You know who, Eddie," she persisted. "I know you enjoyed the fuck and that you were concentrating on deriving as much pleasure as possible, but you know damned well that you remember all about Burke Jacobs. Is he gonna get his screen test?"
"Remember, honey," he said soothingly. "I told you I needed a little time to think about this."
"Well, you've had that time," Gilda said, "and furthermore, Eddie honey, I wanna do the test with him."
"Gilda baby, you're a real doll," Terry said.
Eddie stretched his body, stared first at Gilda, then at Terry, and finally burst into loud, unrestrained laughter. The girls stared at him strangely. When he finally stopped laughing he promptly responded to their comments.
"I'll let you girls in on a little secret," Eddie exclaimed. "I was figuring on giving him that test after watching that film you brought, Terry. I just didn't want to be rushed into anything."
"That's my Eddie all the way," Terry grinned, kissing him affectionately on the cheek.
Chapter Seven
Terry had great reason to rejoice in the wake of events which dramatically followed the wild orgy at Eddie Niles' home.
Burke made the screen test with Gilda. Eddie was enthused by the results and promptly hired the young actor to star opposite Gilda Crane in his first major screen role. Terry took out a lavish series of advertisements in the major trade papers to plug her discovery, hoping to familiarize him with industry professionals even before the film in which he was to appear began production.
The weekend before Burke left for the New Mexico location of the major western, the impact of all that was happening to him started to register in the young actor's mind. It fully dawned on him that he was starring in a major motion picture with a budget of several million dollars, that he would be appearing opposite one of the current legends of the screen, Gilda Crane, and that he would be working under one of the premier directors and producers of cinema, Eddie Niles.
Terry did her best to calm the young man. She had him stay at her house for the entire weekend, brushing up on the script with him and endeavoring to boost his confidence to the greatest extent possible. All the same, he remained highly nervous.
Every evening, following dinner and some time spent talking about the script and Burke's part, Terry would then apply some of her familiar therapy. She would take the handsome young man to bed, where she would seek to please his every erotic wish, hoping that the expenditure of physical energy would release the abounding tensions within him.
Following their lovemaking sessions Burke Jacobs would roll over on his side and fall asleep. When Terry observed the depth of his sleep she was inclined to feel that its relaxing and restorative impact would lessen the tension that he had felt.
The next morning, however, after a good night's sleep, Burke would rise early, and as Terry awakened about an hour later she would observe him pacing the living room floor, tight-lipped and tense, mulling over the script. She would then be compelled to spend the better part of the day calming him down.
When Terry dropped Burke off at the airport the day of his departure, there was still a worried expression on his face. She leaned forward and kissed his lips passionately.
"I want you to hang loose, honey," she told him. "You hear?"
"Yeah, I hear you."
"You've still got a troubled expression on your face."
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry. There's a heavy weight of responsibility on me. I guess it's getting to me."
"You're not alone, you know. We've all gone through a similar situation at one time or another in our lives. It happened to me. Yes, there was a first time, that first time you stepped before the cameras in a starring role. Remember that Gilda also went through the same thing once and she was nervous too. There was a first time that Eddie directed a picture. The important thing, honey, is that you not let it get to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I'll do my best."
"Listen, honey. If I hadn't been convinced that you had what it took I know for a fact I never would have decided to represent you. No way. I mean, I admit that I was turned on by you physically and probably, in any event, would have made love to you. But there's no way I'd have taken you on as a client if I hadn't been completely convinced that you had what it took to become a star. I want you to know that."
"Thank you, Terry. I really appreciate your saying that."
"And I'll tell you something else. If Eddie and Gilda didn't both think you had what it took to make the grade they wouldn't have agreed with my judgment and gotten behind you the way they did. So just relax because you have the ability."
"Thanks again, Terry."
"You bet, honey."
Terry curled her arms around her lover's waist and kissed him once more, with even more authority than the first time. She then waved to him as she watched Burke walk to the departure gate from which his plane to New Mexico would leave. She remained apprehensive, hoping that the jitters would leave the young man.
The following day, the first of location shooting in the New Mexico desert not far from Santa Fe, found young Burke so nervous that his hands were actually trembling. The traumatic shock of being caught up in such a storybook situation, replete with awesome responsibilities, got to him.
At first Eddie Niles was of the opinion that the jitters would wear off as the day progressed, but young Burke proceeded to blow line upon line. He was constantly talking either to Eddie or the script girl, who would take him through his lines.
"Ease up," Eddie encouraged, patting Burke on the back. "It's only a motion picture, young man. You'll get it. Just have faith in yourself and it'll all fall into place."
Eddie's words, though listened to attentively by Burke, did not achieve their intended effect. Even though he attempted to act upon them, he just could not seem to settle down. Even though he had memorized the script to the final degree weeks earlier, his mind would go blank once that Burke called for "Action" and the cameras began to roll. He would then have to be reminded of his lines, being cued over and over on material that under other circumstances was familiar to him.
He froze up in particular when he was called upon to do a scene with Gilda. Whereas he had rolled through his screen test with her without any hitches, Burke found himself becoming overawed by her devastating presence once that the filming began. Gilda did her best to console the young man, but-the greater the effort she exerted talking to him, the more nervous he appeared to become.
The entire morning and early afternoon proved to be a disaster. During a break, while Burke was being cued on his lines by the script girl, Gilda walked over to a thoroughly exasperated Eddie Niles, who sat disconsolately in his director's chair.
"This is a disaster, honey," he told her bluntly.
"The poor kid. He just froze up."
"I don't need to tell you how much money all this is costing us. And the longer it continues the worse it'll get. As much as I hate to even have to consider something like this, particularly after all the publicity ballyhoo and all about having the next great performer in our midst, but I'll just have to start making some calls tonight and line up the best possible replacement for Burke under the circumstances. And that isn't the easiest thing in the world to accomplish under this kind of time deadline problem. The people I'd be considering would probably all need notice."
"Well, let's not jump to any premature conclusions."
"Premature conclusions," Eddie shook his head. "What the hell else can I do? This poor kid's sleepwalking out there. He doesn't have the faintest idea of what's going on. He's panicked and that's the only way I can say it. It's not a pretty picture but that's the way things are. I've got a picture to make and I can't afford to treat this as a dramatic psychological experiment to help a terrified young man come out of his block."
"I wish you'd give me a chance to put a little personal therapy to work before you try anything extreme," Gilda said following a brief pause.
"What have you got in mind?" Eddie eyed her curiously.
"Let me just make one suggestion. At this point it won't hurt a thing and it just might save everything."
"That's just the kind of suggestion I would be most eager to listen to," Eddie sighed. "Go ahead, my dear. I'm all ears."
"Okay. You've got some scenes you can shoot with other principals. Scenes that don't involve either Burke or me, haven't you?" "Yes. I have."
"Good. Here's my plan. So you tell Burke to take a break. Give him a few minutes to cool off. After all, the sun is very hot and there's all this tension that he's under along with the heat. Get him a Coke and give him a chance to just sit there and relax for a few minutes. Okay?"
"You call that a suggestion?" Eddie impatiently declared, his voice rising irritably. "It's gonna take more than a few minutes in the shade and a cool soft drink to snap this kid out of the jitters."
"You didn't give me a chance to finish," the actress held up a restraining hand.
"Okay. Go ahead. Sorry. I'm eager to hear what you've got in mind. I really am."
"Fine. While all this is going on I'm going back to my dressing room. Let Burke cool himself off and relax for a half hour. Then after that you can send him into my dressing room. I'll work with him in private to get him ready. I think that by working with him alone that I'll be able to do the job. I think you'll be seeing a new man, in fact."
"I wish I had your confidence, Gilda," Eddie sighed, "but what the hell. What have I got to lose? Things couldn't be going any worse than they are right now so I might just as well give you your chance."
"Thanks, honey. I think I can bring him out of it."
"I sure hope so."
Gilda left for her dressing room. Eddie got up from his director's chair and walked over to Burke, imparting the instructions to him that he and Gilda had agreed upon.
The young man remained jittery as he sat in the shade and drank a Coke. After a few minutes had passed Eddie walked over to him.
"Gilda wants to go over a scene with you in her dressing room," Eddie said.
"When does she want to see me?"
"Right now."
"Oh, okay. I'll be seeing you later then."
"Right."
Eddie watched Burke stroll out of his sight, feeling a great wave of sympathy for him. Even though he felt that Gilda's strategy constituted a longshot at best, he was hoping with every ounce of conviction in him that it would work since he did not want to fire Burke if he had another way out.
Burke knocked on the door of the sleek white trailer that served as Gilda's dressing room.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me. Burke. I don't mean to disturb you, Gilda, but Eddie said that you wanted to talk to me."
"You're not disturbing me, Burke. Come right in."
Burke walked into the dressing room, observing the beautiful star reclining on her sofa. She was wearing a white robe and was barefooted. . "Sit down, honey," Gilda soothingly suggested, pointing toward a chair directly across from the sofa on which she was reclining.
Burke sat down stiffly in the chair. He eyed the redhead curiously. She remained silent for several moments, studying Burke's face, which only heightened the nervous anxiety he felt.
"I think you . . . you wanted to go over a scene with me," he terminated the silence awkwardly, demonstrating his nervousness in the manner in which he shifted his legs restlessly.
"That can wait," she told him.
Slowly the shapely redhead eased her body up from the sofa. As she stood in the middle of the room on the plush green carpet she reached down and undid the sash of her robe.
"What are you doing?" a befuddled Burke Jacobs asked.
"Just relax, darling. You're much too keyed up. That isn't good for you. Just take things easy. Nice and easy."
She started to pull her robe apart, and as she did Burke gulped hard, recognizing that the redhead was wearing nothing beneath her white robe. She eased her body with seductive meticulousness out of the robe, after which she discarded it on the sofa. Gilda reached down between her parted thighs and let the fingers of her right hand slowly stroke her curled red pubic thicket.
"Oh, it feels so good to relax a little," she exclaimed in little more than a whisper.
Burke's eyes began to widen in a state of sensual shock. It was the first time he had ever received the opportunity to see Gilda naked or, indeed, in any attire other than the period dress typifying the late nineteenth century, which she had been wearing on the set that day.
"Damned! What a body you've got," he exclaimed. "I mean, I was sure it would be good, but all the curves are in the right place. You're really something to look at."
"Thank you, my dear. I'll bet you look very impressive yourself. I mean completely naked, just like I am."
"Oh, I guess I look okay," he laughed selfconsciously.
"My feeling is that you're being entirely too modest. I'm sure you look superb."
"Thanks for saying that," he smiled.
"I'm just going by sight and instincts."
Burke watched with rising concern as the stunning redhead eased her body downward onto the rug. She parted her thighs and began running her fingers over her slightly dampened pubic curls with greater rapidity than before.
"Oh, you look so good, so damned good," Burke gulped.
"Come over here, darling. Come over here and lie down next to me. I want you to relax, completely relax. Let's just let nature take its course. How about that?"
"Whatever you say."
Getting caught up increasingly under Gilda's charismatic spell that much more with each passing minute, Burke obediently walked over where Gilda was sprawled out on the rug, easing his body downward next to hers.
Gilda reached out and ran her hand, the same one that had been previously stroking her pubic mound, through Burke's hair. When she finally withdrew it she reached down and promptly unzipped his trousers. Her hand reached inside his crotch as she yanked his cock free from his boxer shorts.
Burke's initial reaction was to wince with embarrassment. It bothered him no end that, despite the fact he was enamored by the beauty of Gilda's naked form and considered her a goddess both on screen and off, he was too frozen with nervous uncertainty to summon his cock to the heights it was normally capable of scaling with little or no difficulty. He turned his head away from Gilda's gaze.
"Don't let this bother you at all, honey," she said. "Everything is gonna be just fine. I understand. You're a little nervous, that's all, but let's not over react and let all of this get the best of us."
"Whatever you say," he gulped.
Making certain to neither say nor do anything that would make the handsome young actor feel the least bit self-conscious, Gilda reached out and determinedly began stroking the nub end of Burke's cock, confident that she could bring it up in a brief matter of time.
"Oh, I'll just bet you've got a fantastic prick down there between your legs, my dear," she smiled. "Oh yes, darling, and I'm gonna see every solid inch of it. Of that you can be sure. I happen to be one very determined woman, especially when it comes to getting satisfied sexually in just the proper way."
After toying with the tip of Burke's penis for several moments, the stunning redhead began sliding her fingers resolutely up and down his flaccid cock. Burke's body remained as stiff as a board and Gilda was determined to alter that situation as rapidly as possible.
"Just stay loose, honey," she whispered passionately. "Yes, hang nice and loose. Oh, what a handsome young man you are. I was so impressed with you right from the moment I first met you. So just hang loose and don't worry about a thing because everything's gonna be just fine. Yes indeed."
The longer that the steady fingers of Gilda resolutely ground up and down the length of her handsome lover's cock, the less stiff his body became until, finally, it appeared to be almost fully relaxed. Now, she reasoned, her next step was to get his cock up to the state of a full erection.
As her crisp fingers continued to grind and thrust up and down her lover's cock, the harder and more rigid his instrument became. Occasionally she would tease and entice him by reaching down and letting her fingers curl against his testicles.
"Ah, that feels good," he nodded.
"I'll just bet it does. I've never drawn any complaints over the way I've worked my fingers over men's cocks."
"I'll bet you didn't. Oh damned, you're doing wonders. I was so embarrassed before that I almost cried, embarrassed that I couldn't get it up in the way that I wanted it to be, but now it's all getting better. Oh, I love those feelings."
Her fingers began registering more rapid impact than before as they ground and twisted against the ever inflating length of Burke's cock. The tense expression that had enveloped his face from the time she had met him early that morning was now gone, having been supplanted by an expression of ever intensifying lust.
The finger activity continued for several more minutes, and all the while the steady progress continued as well in the form of Burke's penis constantly attaining an increasing level of hardness. She tugged on his balls occasionally, producing grunts and gasps from the handsome young actor. All the while the beads of sweat mounted appreciably on his forehead as she enjoyed every quick finger thrust, along with the progress she was achieving in -the process of her finger efforts.
"Oh, keep it up," he nodded. "Just keep working those hot fingers of yours. Keep grinding with them. Work them up and down my hard prick. I love it. I love these movements. Oh, those fingers of yours are on fire, they're really on fire."
Eventually Gilda brought her steady finger activity to a halt. As she did she looked over at her love and grinned.
"Okay, baby, now I wanna see all of you," she said. "I've seen that juicy giant prick of yours. I want to see your body completely exposed, all of that handsome nudity, that virility on full display."
"If that's what you want then that's what you'll see," he told her with newly acquired determination.
She watched as he sprang to his feet in a display of great vigor and enthusiasm. He promptly removed his clothes, then slid his shorts down his legs and off of him. All the while Gilda continued to lie stretched out on the rug, her eyes frozen on the handsome young man. She was tremendously impressed by his muscular form and her heart began to pound thunderously at the prospect of enjoying all kinds of amorous adventures with him. Gilda could not help but feel a strong measure of pride over the fact that she had brought Burke up to his present state of erection, and as far as she was concerned that was only the beginning, a building stage preparatory to plenty of wild and enthusiastic action which lay ahead.
"C'mon honey and join me again," she beckoned to him.
Burke threw himself down next to her on the rug. She reached out with both hands, letting them cradle the firmness of his bloated, excitement-filled cock.
"Oh, do I love squeezing this magnificent flesh," she exclaimed in a voice husky with passion.
"Clutch it, I love what you're doing to me," he gulped.
Up and down her fingers began to stroke, grinding against the bulging length of the young actor's sturdy cock. He loved the manner in which her assertive fingers scraped against the solidity of his steadfast organ, and as the fervent action continued he could see that the sexual friction was just beginning to generate between them.
Finally the horny redhead released her fingers from his aroused tool. Without saying a word she then propped her body up and extended her sensuous legs, bringing her smoldering crotch to rest just above her lover's head. In turn, Gilda buried her head down between the young man's hairy legs, per fingers reached out and she began to immediately glide them against the torrid surface of his intensely alive scrotum.
"OOOOHHHH, HAVE YOU EVER GOT THE TOUCH!" he grunted. "JUST KEEP THOSE FINGERS GLIDING! OOOOHHHH, AAAGGGHHHHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT!"
"You can make me happy, too, baby," she calmly replied.
"What do you want? Just say the word."
"Start playing with my muff. The best way to get into it is to let our fingers go to work. How do you like the sound of that?"
"I like it fine. It looks like we're leading up to a sixty-nine. That's fine with me."
"That's exactly what we're getting into, at least as far as I'm concerned. But only, sir, with your approval. You're the boss. Nothing goes without your approval."
"My approval is promptly and emphatically given. Oh damned, what a sweet, lovely crotch you've got. Do I ever want to sink my tongue against that succulent, sweet pussy. That moist pussy! Oh, does it ever look delicious. I'd like to really shove my tongue into it, to let myself go, oh damned, that's what I call fun."
"Well, no reason why we can't do it. Sure thing. Oh honey, you're every bit as lusty as I am. We're two people with a common mission. Wouldn't you say?"
"That's what I'd definitely say."
Immediately they put their fingers to work with a dramatic urgency that knew no bounds. The redhead let her fingers glide with determined swiftness up and down the throbbing length of her handsome lover's pulsatingly erect penis. While that was happening he in turn let the fingers of his right hand ease their way into the wet, appetizingly slick portals of his lover's savory nest.
"Oh darling, I love the way that your fingers are moving," she lustily exclaimed. "Yes, tear up my pussy with those fingers of yours. I just love the way you're working them."
While his fingers slid with resourceful anxiety, gliding into the wetness of her scorchingly alive vagina, the dazzling beauty continued to work her fingers spiritedly up and down against the full length of his bulging phallic tool.
"I love this timing," he gasped.
"Yes. We're matching each other stroke for stroke."
"Oh damned. This timing is really something.
Just keep moving your fingers up and down my prick. Oh, I love that steady movement. It feels so damned good."
"We're both having a blast, darling. We owe it to ourselves to get into gear and really enjoy ourselves. Don't you agree?"
"Yes. Oh yes. I couldn't agree more."
While their steady finger activity continued, Burke found himself drawing ever closer to the moment of orgasm. He could feel the burning urges magnifying in his cock and balls with every stirring finger thrust directed by the redhead.
"Oh, you're getting me so close," he told her. "I don't really know how much more of this I can take."
"Me either, darling. My pussy is ready to explode. Oh, I love the way you dig those fingers into my mound. Yes, keep it up. I'm just wild about that action."
As Burke pushed his fingers once more into the torrid depths of his lover's vagina, his fingers nudged against her clitoris. As they scraped with lewd delight Gilda burst into a series of loud gasps. She enjoyed every measure of activity, every measure of fiery contact that she shared with her handsome lover.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, I CAN REALLY FEEL IT," she declared. "OOOOHHHH, WHEN YOUR FINGERS TOUCH MY CLIT! I'M BURNING UP, DARLING, JUST BURNING UP! LET GO! LET GO RIGHT NOW. IF YOU DON'T THEN I'LL BE SHOOTING RIGHT HERE AND NOW. THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH."
Immediately Burke released his fingers from the seething cuntal pit of the thoroughly aroused Gilda. He could see from the manner in which her body was rocking unrestrainedly just how incredibly alive she was with wild passion. Burke felt the same measure of uncontrollable passion as he felt the stirring waves of ecstatic delight ripple through his loins, informing him as to the imminent urgency of exploding his stirring cock juices inside Gilda's mouth.
"Then we'd better get our tongues to work," he told her urgently. "I mean right now."
"You'd better believe it, my darling. I loved the way we timed our movements. It proved one thing."
"What's that?"
"That we're definitely in tune with each other."
"Yeah. You'd sure as hell have to say that."
"And we're gonna stay in tune during this beautiful sixty-nine. We're gonna prove how much we mean to each other."
"You said it, lover. You said it."
Burke got the action rolling at once, reaching out with his tongue and easing it upward toward the inviting warmth of the redhead's gloriously alive love swamp.
"OOOOOHHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE!" was ber immediate response, her hips and buttocks spiraling with great glee amidst the fervent tongue activity that her lover brought to bear.
Back and forth Burke glided his tongue sweep-ingly, every now and then letting it scrape against the electrified warmth of her clitoris. All the while she found herself being propelled toward the inevitable orgasm that she savored above everything else.
"KEEPPP IT SLIDING!" she gasped. "YYYY-EEESSSSSS, OOOOOOHHHHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE GLIDING INSIDE MY PUSSY!"
His raging tongue ground into the velvety warmth of her soggy vagina, and as she felt the waves of passion multiplying throughout her entire body Gilda realized that it was time to unleash some tongue action of her own.
The beautiful actress reached out and let her fingers solidly grip the erect, blazing cock of Burke. As she pumped up and down with her fingers she reached down and let her swirling, pistoning -tongue commence contact with his bloated testicles.
His buttocks writhed under the pressure of the stormy tongue activity directed against his testicles, and all the while his fervent tongue kept gliding into the wetness of her vagina.
Their aroused tongues twirled and ground with unimpeded lust as they drove each other ever closer to the impactful moment of stormy orgasms. With each and every plunging tongue movement they felt an ever stronger bond of mutual lust emerging.
Burke gripped with both hands sharply against the redhead's sleek white buttocks. As her body squirmed deliriously and she shoved her pussy into his face, he realized that she was only a few timely tongue strokes removed from spilling her cuntal liquid into his mouth.
Eager to taste every succulent morsel that exploded from the lovely redhead's pussy, the handsome young actor continued drilling with great fervor, his tingly tongue alternately grinding against his lover's vagina and clitoris.
All the while, not to be outdone, Gilda continued driving her stirring tongue up and down her lover's rock hard cock. As she kept up the stormy tongue barrage, she reached down and let her fingers smother the warmth of Burke's bloated testicles. The redhead began wondering just which one of them would explode first, concluding that it would be at or almost the same point in time.
Tighter and tighter Burke frenziedly applied the clamp of his rigid fingers against her shapely white ass globes. All the while his blistering tongue kept finding the mark against the stirring warmth of her frantically alive vagina.
With increasing tightness Gilda let her fingers clutch against her lover's quivering balls, which were wrought with wild enjoyment. He could feel himself being pulled away more and more with each well-timed stroke of her tongue on his cock accompanied by the furious finger pursuit of his testicles.
A few strokes later the juices began to spray from Gilda's pussy, and as they showered Burke's mouth he let his tongue swirl in a blaze in intense joy as he sought to capture every succulent drop of pussy fluid that exploded from her orgasming organ.
Attacking her cuntal fluid only served to intensely excite Burke all the more as he felt his story cock rise to the occasion. His penis and testicles itched as he shoved his crotch forward, tensed his body dramatically, and felt the first few drops of splashing cum explode from the end of his inflamed cock.
The juices began to bolt unrestrainedly from Burke's inflamed prick at the same moment that Gilda's glorious spray was hotly inundating his hungry mouth. With rapacious earnestness he slurped and gulped, bringing under control every morsel of cuntal juice that spurted from her vaginal swamp.
When Gilda finished exploding, the thoroughly impassioned and highly overwhelmed Burke released his tongue from her organ. As he did he let out a loud howl.
"OOOOOHHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHH!" he erupted. "YES, SUCK MY COCK! SUCK EVERY DROP OF THE HOT JUICE, BABY. OH YES, EAT MY PRICK! EAT EVERY DROP OF MY PRICK JUICE! I LOVE IT, OHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHH, I LOVE IT!"
His legs kicked back and forth, his eyes rolled, and sweat rolled down both sides of the handsome actor's face as the story drops of flowing white cream deluged Gilda's mouth.
He watched the beautiful redhead, observing the conscientious manner in which her tongue went about collecting every joyous drop of his orgasmic stream.
"OOOOHHHH, SUCK COCK!" he commanded. "OOOHHH, EAT OUT ALL THE JUICE, BABY! EACH DROP TASTES GOOD, HONEY, SO MAKE THE MOST OF IT! SWALLOW IT, ALL OF IT, OH, GET EVERY LAST DROP!"
His body hunched forward and he gasped and sighed, feeling recklessly alive. All of a sudden the ponderous problems that had been engulfing Burke felt as if they were thousands of miles away. The only significant point was that of receiving every bit of spirited sexual activity that he possibly could.
"EAT IT, EAT MY COCK FLUID!" he grunted.
The hot white cum kept on splashing out of Burke's gushing cock for the next few moments. After the final drops had been expended Gilda released her tongue from his temporarily satisfied organ.
She stared at his cock with great interest. Its size had diminished in the wake of his thundering orgasm, but to only a minor extent, which encouraged her. Gilda was determined to provide the young man with the very ultimate in sensual thrills.
She reached down and let her fingers begin to slowly fondle his cock, causing his body to instinctively tighten with a feeling of mounting sexual anticipation. He had just finished exploding and was looking forward to more of the same.
"Hey, that really feels good," he told her.
"Of course it does. You're in the hands of a skilled pro."
"Oh, I can sure see that. I love the way that you're massaging with those fingers. Oh yeah, you can even do it a little faster if you want."
"Not too fast, honey," she smiled. "If I push too fast then you're gonna be getting too much sensation too quickly. Let's really enjoy it, just like we did first time around leading to your wild and wonderful explosion. Let's make a science of it."
"Whatever you say," he laughed. "You really do know how to move those beautiful fingers of yours. I just love the sensations. I love the way your fingers flow. Oh, they can practically talk."
"As a matter of fact, they are talking. In their own way."
"Yes, and they have a language all their own."
"Certainly. That they do. They're telling me to turn you on, to get you good and excited."
"Oh yes. When are you gonna start stepping up the pace and moving them a little faster?"
"My but we can get impatient," she chided him laughingly. "Oh, I just love grinding my ringers up and down this fantastic, juicy cock. Look at this, it's coming up like nothing."
"Of course, it didn't go down all that far after I exploded," Burke reminded her. "As a matter of fact, I can't ever imagine my old cock going down far around you. It just never could. I'd always have a perpetual hard-on around you."
"Do I love hearing talk to that effect," she laughed. "Oh honey, I can't think of anything anymore positively satisfying than exciting a horny young man like you."
"I can't think of anything that could please me more than being with somebody like you, Gilda. Oh, the way you carefully apply your fingers. You were right. There wasn't any reason to move your fingers too fast. You're easing into it, easing into it real nice. Oh, just keep those fingers circulating over my cock,"
"Yes. It's getting harder with every stroke."
"And I can feel the intensity. I can feel it developing throughout my entire crotch. Oh, that's it. Ah, I can see that you're starting to step up the pace a little more now. Oh, keep grabbing, keep grinding with your fingers. Really turn me on. Just let yourself go. Oh hell, set your own pace since you know just how it should be done to turn me on in the biggest way. Ah, keep your fingers curling. Work them up and down my long cock."
"You're in the proper spirit and so am I," she grinned. "Just hang in there, baby, and fasten your seat belt. This is something. Oh, it's hardening so nicely in my fingers. It feels so damned good to run my fingers up and down it."
"Keep it up," he gulped. "You really know what you're doing."
The redhead continued sustaining her pace as her fingers manipulated with steadily accelerating speed up and down the full, throbbing length of Burke's electrified shaft. As the pace quickened, Burke's body began instinctively rocking and his legs quivered.
"OOOOOHHHHH, WHAT FINGERS," he shouted. "OOOOOHHHHH, THE WAY YOU DRIVE THEM! KEEP THEM SLIDING UP AND DOWN MY COCK! JUST KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT GOING! OH YES, THAT FEELS SO NICE, SO GOOD! COME ON, DARLING, OOOOOOHHHHHH, GIVE ME ALL THAT GREAT ACTION, THAT WONDERFUL ACTION, REALLY TURN ME ON!"
Turn him on she did with her steady, affirmative finger stabs. When she succeeded in pushing his sturdy, erect organ up to full length she suddenly abandoned her finger strokes directed against his cock. Her fingers went to work fondling and tugging against his leathery scrotum as Burke's buttocks writhed and scraped against the bed beneath him. The young actor was thoroughly overjoyed by the prompt and steady manner in which his lover was effectively taking charge of her finger pursuit of him. ?
"FINGER MY NUTS," he called out. "OOO-OOOOOOOHHHHHH, DO I EVER LOVE IT! DO I EVER LOVE THE WAY YOU SEND THOSE FINGERS AGAINST MY HOT BALLS! JUST KEEP IT GOING. OOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHH, LET YOUR FINGERS SURGE! I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME. YES, OH, WHAT TALENTED FINGERS. THEY'RE LIKE MAGIC, THEY REALLY ARE, AND DO I EVER LOVE WHAT THEY'RE DOING FOR ME!"
Every now and then Gilda would let her fingers pinch and tongue against the warm surface of his nuts, which prompted Burke to gasp and sigh with reckless abandon. His entire body was drenched in sweat by that point and he knew that he could not possibly stand much more in the way of fervent finger sensation before he would have to switch to another form of titiUation. The definitive order of the day remained getting his rocks off in the most satisfying manner.
About the time that Burke was convinced he was on the imminent verge of explosion he called out suddenly to his beautiful lover.
"You're pretty close, aren't you, baby," she smiled knowingly.
"So damned close you wouldn't believe it."
"Oh, you'd be surprised what I'd believe, darling, expressly on the subject of your sexual propensities."
"You're so shrewd. You've got everything together, darling. Yes, you really do."
She released her fingers from Burke's smoldering cock. The young man reached down and pridefully tugged up and down on it several times, looking at her and smiling brightly as he did.
"Ah, there's nothing like being good and horny and being around one of the most beautiful women in the world at the same time," he quipped. "Especially when she's so beautiful and horny too."
"What a sweet compliment to pay me," she grinned. "I long to provide you with as much excitement as possible."
"I'll just bet you do. Your actions speak louder than any words ever could. Oh, this is so nice, being with you, cutting completely loose, feeling completely free."
"Inhibitions don't even exist, do they, darling?" Gilda asked.
"No way. Not at all."
His fingers ground up and down the full length of his intensely alive penis shaft a few more times. As they did he watched the sultry redhead as she eased her body downward and she stretched out on her back.
Gilda slowly extended her exquisite legs, and as she did she reached down with her right hand and let her fingers slowly scrape against the warmth of her dewy vagina.
"Oh honey, how I need you," she swooned.
"Same goes here," he told her. "We want each other and we're gonna make the most of it. I'm gonna give you a fuck you're not gonna forget."
"How exciting! When are you gonna start?"
"Right away. Right this damned second."
"Good, darling. Just look at this beautiful, juicy pussy. Doesn't this do a lot for you?"
"It sure does. Just take a peek at the size of this hard-on."
"I don't need to peek at it," she laughed. "After all, darling, I was doing plenty of fingering of it."
"So true. Oh damned. I love staring at those red pussy hairs and that pink slit. It was so damned inviting. I loved shoving my head down between your beautiful legs and sucking that joyous snatch until all the juices shot."
"I loved having you there."
"Yes. It was a frantic trip."
"I get the feeling you're coming back with a spirited encore. You're gonna dominate me with your frantic cock, aren't you?"
"You're damned right I am. I'm gonna pound your pussy with my spearing prick. I'm gonna dominate you with every sharp, piercing stroke. I'm gonna dominate, really dominate."
"Oh honey, is my pussy ever ready. Just tear me open with that long, juicy prick. I wanna feel those frantic strokes. I want you to pound me with that surging rod."
He jerked hard several more times along the bulging surface of his erect organ, after which he withdrew his fingers. Burke wiped some sweat from his forehead and pushed his body forward. It tensed slightly with anticipation over engaging in the glorious act at hand.
"What a great snatch," he exclaimed. "Am I ever gonna give you a wild fuck. Am I ever gonna screw you!"
Before he steered his electrically alive phallic joystick into her pussy for the first time, the hot, handsome young actor reached down and let his fingers glide smoothly up and down against the surface of her creamy white legs. i "I love these glorious legs," he said. "Oh, I love every part of you, darling. Am I ever gonna dominate you with my rock hard tool. I'm gonna give you a wild fuck."
"Just turn your prick loose on me. I want every bulging inch of it. I want you to shove and drive it into my pussy, to really drive it, to take complete charge of me."
"I will. Oh, I really will!"
While his fingers continued to curl around the warmth of her shapely white legs, Burke lunged his body spiritedly forward and permitted his spearing shaft to make its first intense contact with the fiery warmth of her searing vagina.
"OOOOHHHH, HOW TIGHT, OH DAMNED," he grunted. "YYYEEESSSS, OOOOOOO-HHHHHHH, AAAGGGHHH. I LOVE BEING INSIDE YOU! TWIST THAT BEAUTIFUL BODY! I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE MOVING IT! KEEP THAT UP, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT!"
The astute Gilda knew precisely what the thoroughly aroused young man was talking about as she corkscrewed her magnificent body back and forth, providing her lover with all the smoldering sexual excitement he could ever want.
"OOOOOHHHHH, FUCK BACK, KEEP FUCKING BACK," he exclaimed. "YYESSS, THAT'S MY KIND OF SCREWING! AAAGGGHHH, OOOOHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD!"
He removed his fingers from his lover's thighs and let them cradle against the warmth of her writhing buttocks. All the while he kept on sinking his sharply cannonading cock that much deeper into the intimate warmth of Gilda's tightly clasping orifice. She knew just how to insure the greatest amount of sensation by twisting her ass cheeks and making herself as enticing a piece of sexuality as possible.
Burke was enamored by the very sight of Gilda's magnificent body and face, along with the captivating tightness she brought to bear as she diligently snapped her pussy to accommodate his intruding thrusts, and through it all the rampaging Burke could feel the smoldering waves of sexual electricity spreading like a prairie fire through his entire body as he propelled himself ever closer to the state of a wild and thundering sexual conclusion.
He tightened his finger grip on Gilda's writhing buttocks as his soaring cock continued taking charge of the action, driving with great force and strength as he pushed that much closer to the moment of a wild and spirited climax.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH, FUCK ME," she shouted deliriously, being literally swept away in the developing sea of passion, a tidal wave of lust that was engulfing every part of her. "DRIVE YOUR COCK, BABY! PUMP WITH IT, PUSH IT INSIDE ME! OOOOHHHH, GIVE ME A WILD FUCK! SCREW ME! OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU WIELD THAT PRICK! THE WAY YOU DRIVE IT INSIDE ME!"
The burning waves of pre-orgasmic excitement bristled in Burke's cock and balls. The beads of sweat which had been pouring downward unrestrainedly from his forehead landed on her stomach, thrilling her even more, causing her to recognize the level of sexuality that her lover had attained.
"I can't keep this up much longer," he grunted as he sent his sharply plunging, erect phallic stick into the warmly intimate depths of her captivated vagina one more time.
"I know you can't. You're very close. I can see that. So come on and let's keep it up. Just keep shoving your spear so nice and tight inside me. I want it. In fact, I can't get enough of it."
"I can't get enough of that snapping pussy," he smiled. "It makes me sad in a way that I've ever got to orgasm, that I'll have to bring this thing to a close in a little bit."
"Oh honey, let's enjoy every bit of it we can for just as long as we can," she threw her head back and gasped. "Baby, just keep driving that smoldering cock inside me. Push it hard and fast. Really pump with it. Drive it in me."
His stiffly bloated pecker surged forward once more, driving into the lustful pit of his lover. Her body twisted several more times and she heaved a loud series of sighs as the torrid juices started descending from her pussy.
"WHAT AN ORGASM!" she shrieked. "OOOOHHHH, KEEEPPPP ON FUCKING, KEEP ON FUCKING ME, DRIVE YOUR JUICY PRICK INSIDE ME UNTIL I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I LOVE JUICING LIKE THIS! I LOVE THAT HOT STUFF SPRAYING OUT OF MY PUSSY AND I'M GONNA REALLY LOVE THE THICK WHITE COCK JUICE THAT'S GONNA SPILL OUT OF YOUR SPEAR!"
Her orgasm sent more tremors of wild sexual ex-hiliration through Burke's body as his searingly determined prick collided with her wet love nest over and over again. He was aware that it would only take a few more strokes before the thick white penis stream would unfold from the tip of his prick.
"Just get ready," he told her. "I'm about ready to juice. Oh yeah, the stuff's gonna bolt."
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she exclaimed.
He ran his fingers up and down the satiny smooth surface of Gilda's back as his torrid cock rammed its way into the delirious folds of her cuntal flesh. He let out a gasp as his body rocked and the thick white semen began to pour unrestrainedly from the end of his mammoth organ, flooding the interior of her vagina.
"YYYEEESSS, OOOHHH, SSSOOO WV-EEERRRYYY GGGOOODDD," he gasped. "OOOHHH, KEEEPPP MOVING YOUR ASS, AAAGGGHHH, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT!"
His soaring cock continued to thrust with unencumbered delight as the final few drops of spurting sperm exploded from the end of his searing alive cock, after which he withdrew it.
"I'll bet everything feels better now, lover," Gilda said softly, running her fingers over his damp forehead.
"I've never felt better. Damned. I was transported to the moon with one glorious shot."
"We both were, honey," she chuckled. "Now I guess we'd better get dressed. But before we do we'll take a shower."
"Together! That'll be fantastic."
"As delightful as that would be, we'd better pass on that for now, tiger. We couldn't trust ourselves."
"Why not?"
"I told Eddie that I wouldn't be any longer than necessary. I wanted to give us a chance to get a beautiful and wild fuck, but we can't hold up the production any longer than we have to, and we've spent quite a little while frolicking on the rug in the buff, giving each other as many thrills as we could deal out."
"You're right about that."
"You came in here all nervous. Just look at you. You're a different man. You really are."
"I feel different. Yeah, thank goodness for that. I was all tied up in knots before."
"Well, darling, there's no reason for that."
"You know," he grinned, "I don't think you ever had any idea if going over scenes with me, did you?"
"No. As a matter of fact I wanted to seduce you. I thought it would be the best thing both for you and me."
"You sure were right."
Gilda nodded, after which she kissed Burke's forehead.
"I'll only be a second in the bathroom," she told him, "and I'll leave plenty of warm water for you."
A few minutes later, after they had showered and dressed, Gilda and Burke emerged from her dressing room. Eddie was just finishing wrapping up a scene. When he spotted Gilda and Burke he gave them a look of worried concern.
"I'll talk to you later, honey," Gilda whispered to Burke. "I wanna talk to Eddie for a minute."
Burke nodded and left. As soon as Eddie finished the scene he strode quickly over to where Gilda was standing.
"How did it go?" he asked, his expression one of worry.
"No problems. None at all. I got him to relax."
"You sure?"
"Just wait and see what happens. But I do have a suggestion, dear. If you follow it I think we'll be home free where Burke is concerned."
"Okay, so I've listened to you this far. What's your suggestion?"
"Let's move that love scene between us, the one you weren't planning on shooting until tomorrow, to right now. That'll do the trick."
"I think I'm starting to get the drift of your thinking," Eddie nodded. "You figure that's the scene he can handle better than any other after the relaxing little exercise you undoubtedly put him through in the privacy of your dressing room. How's that for accuracy?"
"You understand the workings of my mind very well, Eddie," the ravishing redhead winked.
"I understand other workings as well, doll," he patted her buttocks appreciatively, causing her to laugh.
"I know you do."
"I'll bet you gave that kid one hell of a wild piece of ass."
"You know me well enough to realize that, if there's one thing I'm definitely not in sex, it's boring."
"That my dear is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. As a matter of fact, after we wrap things up today and get back to the hotel, I'd like to entertain you in my room."
"How about taking me to dinner first?"
"Great. Then I'll have you for dinner."
"Sounds very yummy."
"Yes you are. You're very yummy. But I'd better not talk anymore about what we're gonna do when we get through with shooting today. My first order of business has got to be getting that young man in high gear. I guess you realize, honey, that this is it. This is the last chance I can give Burke, as much as I like him and as much as I detest the idea of having to make a move at this late stage of the game, but he's got to do it now or else. Your plan is the very last opportunity I can give the guy."
"I realize that," Gilda nodded. "Let's get into the scene I suggest. I just know he can handle it."
Eddie's eyes strayed over in the direction of Burke, who was talking to several memmbers of the crew.
"He does look more relaxed," Eddie conceded, "and if he doesn't freeze up on camera then just maybe he can handle this role."
"Of course, he can," Gilda laughed. "After all, he's had a very good coach, hasn't he?"
"Yes, my dear. One of the very best. So let's go over there, get the cameras rolling again, and just see where we're gonna end up."
"You bet, Eddie."
When the cameras commenced rolling once more, an elated Eddie Niles immediately detected the highly discernible change in the performance of Burke Jacobs.
He could not help but admire Gilda Crane for her perceptiveness. By initially seducing Burke, then suggesting that Eddie immediately film a love scene between them after they returned from the actress' dressing room, the momentum that had been established by Gilda through sexual contact with Burke was carried forward further by the torrid scene they did, one in which they passionately kissed and embraced, then ended the scene on the verge of actual intercourse.
A stiff erection was clearly visible against the outline of Burke's trousers throughout the scene, and both Gilda and Burke played the scene out in a lusty, highly convincing manner that made Eddie feel much better about everything.
When the love scene came to an end the cameras stopped rolling, a triumphantly smiling Gilda walked over to Eddie.
"Well, wasn't that a winner?" she asked.
"You heard me say 'Print it', didn't you?"
"Yes, and right now those were about the nicest sounding words I could ever hear anyone say anywhere."
"It was a good scene. Lots of raw passion and intensity. The kid had a hard-on through the whole scene and he wasn't the only one. I've got a hard-on that won't quit now and the only way I'm gonna get rid of it is by fucking you tonight."
"I'm glad the scene properly impressed you," the actress flashed a coy smile.
"That it did. Now I'm just hoping one thing," a troubled expression returned to Eddie's face.
"What's that?"
"That he'll do the next scene as well as he did this one."
"I'm sure he will."
"It's possible he'll continue doing a good job, provided that he's retained his momentum. That's the big thing. I just hope that it isn't a case of him being able to handle the one scene because he was good and horny and not being able to do anything else."
"You worry too much, darling," she laughed, patting him on the back and walking away. "We're gonna do the next scene every bit as well as we did this one."
Gilda proceeded to do exactly as she had predicted. Now that Burke had proven to himself that he could handle a love scene with Gilda with great aplomb, he went on to do a talented job during the course of the rest of the day's shooting, which Eddie did not terminate until dusk was beginning to fall. The hard working director had been determined to compensate for the time that had been lost earlier in the day as a result of Burke's anxiety.
As soon as they arrived back in Santa Fe, where the cast and crew were staying at a hotel, Eddie took a quick shower, then picked up Gilda to take her to dinner at a fashionable Mexican restaurant that afforded the finest Latin cuisine.
Several times during the course of consuming the meal a highly aroused Eddie Niles, his penis throbbing in his trousers, could not resist the temptation of reaching underneath the table and fondly stroking the luscious thighs of the beautiful actress.
"Looks like you're getting mighty anxious," she grinned.
"Not getting," he soothingly corrected her. "I have been all day, but especially after I saw that fantastic love scene you did with Burke. Yeah, honey, I'm about to give you a good workout."
"I hope you can at least wait until we get back to your room," the actress chided Eddie laughingly.
"It won't be easy, but I suppose I have to."
"Yes. It's either a case of practicing restraint for a few more minutes or running the risk of going to jail. Not to mention all the unsavory publicity that would result for both of us, my dear."
"I know," he nodded, "but somehow, as I sit here staring at your beautiful face, I can't help wondering if it isn't worth the risk anyway."
"Then you really must be horny."
"As horny as they come, baby."
"There'll be a lot of cumming not long from now."
"Yes, it'll be like a runaway geyser exploding in this desert. Just what it needs and just what we need."
As soon as Eddie and Gilda arrived back at Eddie's room, deterred for a few minutes by friendly but persistent autograph seekers in the lobby who represented themselves to be fans of Gilda's, the aroused couple was ready to go through its paces.
There was nothing but silence in the romantic semi-darkness of the bedroom as both Eddie and Gilda swiftly removed their clothes. As soon as they were both stripped free of the confinement of any garments whatsoever they locked their arms around each other and wrestled on the bed, their piercing lips pushing against each other hungrily over and over again.
Eddie realized that, of all the women with whom he had regular sex and they were numerous, his two favorite lovers when all was said and done were Gilda and Terry. They possessed an animalistic lust and total lack of inhibition that drove Eddie to the soaring heights of passion, and now, following a long, tense and arduous day of shooting, the handsome director was eager to unwind with one of his favorite women.
As his lips continued to plunge cascadingly against hers, Eddie reached down and let his fingers clutch tightly against the twisting warmth of
Gilda's hotly rotating buttocks.
"OOOHHHH, HONEY, GRAB ME, TAKE CHARGE, I LOVE IT!" the redhead shrieked with wild ecstasy.
"What a body! And what a woman it belongs to."
"Keep me going, darling. I love those fingers. I love the way that you're squeezing me with them."
His fingers continued making scorching impact with her shapely ass globes as his lips met hers over and over again. Eventually Eddie, his heart pulsating with wild joy, slipped his searing tongue forward, letting it manipulate its way searchingly inside the wet, intimate warmth of Gilda's mouth.
The redhead's entire body trembled in a state of spontaneous and enthusiastic passion. Eddie removed his fingers from Gilda's ass cheeks and began sliding them vigorously against the satiny smooth surface of the star's back.
Eddie loved the way that Gilda's rapidly twisting tongue lasciviously ground and twisted as it swirled against his own rampaging digit, and he loved the fact that he was feeling her hot breath against his as they basked in the enjoyment of what they were providing one another in the way of unmitigated delight.
The French kissing last for several turbulent moments. When Eddie finally withdrew his tongue from Gilda's mouth he decided to put his tongue to work some more, but in another appetizing zone of erogenous fulfillment. He plunged his head downward swiftly between the redhead's luscious sleek legs, letting it flick and stab against the warmth of her wet, seethingly alive vagina.
His tongue manipulated with accelerating zeal, driving into the velvety surface of her captivated orifice as he propelled her toward a wild climax.
"DDDRRRIIIVVVEEEE YYYOOOUUURRR TTTOOONNNNGGGUUUEEEE," she loudly exclaimed, her body writhing in a spirited state of passionate anxiety. "DDDOOO MEEEEEE, MY DARLING! YES, OH, AAAGGGHHHHHH, SUCK ME, YES, YES, OH, AAAGGGHHH!"
The swirling tongue of Eddie continued taking charge of events with its blazing thoroughness. He would let it flick and slide energetically in the wet intimacy of her hotly throbbing nest, after which he would then let it slowly scrape against her clitoris, which sent shock waves anew registering through her body.
"OOOOOOHHHHH, EAT ME," she cried, "YYYYEEEESSSS, EEEAAATTT MEEEEEEE, EEEEAAATTT MMMMMMEEEEE, DO IT TO ME!"
The longer that his plunging tongue made contact with the moist warmth of her cuntal drapery, the closer that she was drawn to the inevitable moment when the spraying drops of her passionate cuntal fluid would explode from her pussy chute and into her lover's hot, raging mouth.
Back and forth he continued to whip and slide with his piercing tongue. Gilda spread her legs increasingly wider and flung her crotch appetizingly into her lover's face, making her blazing cuntal chute that much more easily accessible.
Several torrid, driving tongue thrusts later, the liquid began spraying from the redhead's fiery cun-tal inferno and into her lover's mouth as Eddie's slurping tongue caught every enticing drop of juice that bolted from her orifice.
He kept on slurping with his sliding tongue until the final few drops of pussy juice had been consumed by him, after which he then withdrew it. By then Eddie could think of only one thing, the quickest and most devastating way to get his rocks off.
Eddie did not give his lover opportunity to do more than draw a deep breath before he was back at her again, shoving his piercing male organ into the tight, hotly clasping depths of her vagina.
"AAAGGGHHHH, HOW TIGHT!" he exclaimed.
"YYYEEEEESSS, OOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEESSSSS," Gilda swooned. "PLUNGE YOUR PRICK IN ME! GIVE ME A GREAT FUCK! DRIVE YOUR COCK GOOD AND HARD! KEEP ON DRIVING IT! SLAM YOUR PRICK INTO ME! REALLY SLAM IT. OOO-HHHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I NEED IT! I LIVE FOR HOT COCK! BABY, KEEP PLUNGING WITH YOUR LONG, JUICY PRICK! DRIVE IT INTO ME! REALLY SCREW ME!"
His steadily imploring cock battered her cervix over and over, smashing into her inner tightness with surging rigidity, and all the while he was pushing himself that much closer to the ecstatic moment when the juices would pour thunderously from the end of his savage tool and into her pussy.
Several hot, piercing thrusts later, Eddie could feel the hot waves of scalding desire surfacing in his cock and balls as he propelled himself to the precipice of climax.
"I'm almost there, baby," he told her.
"So am I."
"Good! Maybe we can make it together."
"If we don't we won't miss by much."
"You said it."
Eddie's fingers reached down and cradled the supple warmth of Gilda's firm, ripe breasts. His hips and buttocks jerked with frenzied lust as he felt his penis readying itself to unload a collection of hot, thick juice.
The splashing drops of gushing sperm descended from Eddie's stiffly bloated cock as he heaved a wild sigh of dizzying delight.
"HHMMMMMM TTTTHHHHHEEEEEE-RRRREEEEEEE!" he announced with an air of celebration.
As the stream of cum exploded in a gushing avalanche from the end of his towering organ Gilda was undergoing a comparable experience. Their juices blended as their bodies kicked and twisted in the wild throes of invigorating orgasm.
A few moments later they cuddled in each other's arms.
"I would have liked to have continued longer, but we've got to go to bed early," Eddie said, once more assuming the image of the highly disciplined director. "If it weren't for that early call tomorrow, though, I could have fucked you all night long, honey."
"The way that bruising cock of yours was driving I could have been fucked all night by you, lover."
"I wonder how our boy Burke is doing right now."
"Probably fast asleep," Gilda speculated smilingly. "He put in a hard day. There was a lot of pressure on that boy, but fortunately he came through like a champ in the end."
"Yes, he did. Thanks, of course, to your enormous contributions."
"I wanted to help out any way that I could. Besides, it was loads of fun to boot."
"I hope he's got all the jitters out of his system."
"Of course he has. You worry too much, Eddie."
"Of course I do. Directors are paid to worry along with the other things."
"Well, I don't think you're gonna have to worry about that anymore. He came back strong and everything is gonna be fine."
"I certainly hope you're right."
A few minutes earlier, just as Eddie and Gilda were finishing their wild romp in the hay, Burke Jacobs had concluded a long distance conversation with Terry, who had called him from her home. He had been candid in assessing the day's activities.
"I got off to a bad start, but Gilda helped me get over my nervousness and from there on it was all uphill," he told Terry. "It's gonna keep on that way because I've got my confidence built up now. And when it's all over I'm coming back tO Hollywood and I'm gonna give you the best fuck you've ever had."
"I'm like pepper between my legs right now just thinking about it, dear," Terry laughed. "I like your spirit and attitude."
Burke Jacobs was determined to make good, and it certainly did not dampen his morale or diminish his confidence one bit that two of the most radiantly beautiful women he had ever met or could conceive of meeting loved what he had to offer, particularly in the exhilirating confines of a bedroom.
