                              Inside Beverly Hills
                                Victor Burroughs

                                     * * *

            I  walked  into  the  party  and  looked around. People were
       dancing  to the techno-rave-disco music, each one cooler than the
       next.  This  was Beverly Hills, where the guys all have that tall
       and  tan  look  and  the babes are all augmented, capped beauties
       with hair extensions, where you couldn't shake a stick at all the
       hairdressers,  dentists,  and  plastic surgeons even if you could
       get them all together at once.

            Fake tits don't bother me one bit. I like 'em as much as the
       real  ones,  especially  if  the nipples are always hard. I don't
       mind  capped  teeth and hair extensions either. It doesn't matter
       why  a  babe looks good, so long as she looks hot to me. And this
       house  was packed with women who made my groin throb with desire.
       My  sister  was  right  when she said I could make contacts here,
       hopefully  my  prick  would  be  contacting  some  Beverly  Hills
       poontang  tonight.  I grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter and
       sipped  it  as I went on into the next room, eying the surgically
       enhanced babes as I dodged the dancers.

            My  sister was here because her newest boyfriend, the latest
       in a long string of married Hollywood producers who would promise
       her  a  role, take a good helping of her pussy, and dump her when
       she caught on, was giving the party. I met him for the first time
       at  the front door of the party. He got my name wrong, of course.
       "Hi Mark," he said, "pleased to meet you. I'm always telling your
       sister  she's  sitting  on  a  hell  of a career." What a fucking
       prick! I gritted my teeth and shook his sweaty hand, then excused
       myself  and left the lovebirds alone. I tried to give her advice,
       I  really  did, but she wouldn't take it. Since she wouldn't take
       my  advice to drop the ass, I was going to catch my own hollywood
       ass tonight.

            The  next  room  was  a  little  quieter, but still noisy. I
       finished  the  champagne and grabbed another one and went through
       the  door, stepping past the dancers and gropers. Sexy though all
       the  jiggling  flesh  was,  I had to meet somebody before I could
       dance  with  her,  at  least  if  I  wanted to make a good enough
       impression to get into her panties that night.

            People  were  standing  around in groups next to the pool. I
       walked  up  to  a  good sized one and listened for a minute. They
       were  talking  about  the music inside, arguing over what kind it
       was. This was perfect. I butted in with my patter about music and
       everybody listened to it.

            They  all looked at me like I dropped from Mars. I stuck out
       like  a  sore thumb at this party full of big haired Bruce Jenner
       look  alikes  in  cotton  duck  suits.  In my leathers, pale as a
       ghost,  and  with  my buzzed blond hair, I looked more like Billy
       Idol  than  a hollywood man. I'm in industrial metal dance music,
       but  you  can  call it rock and roll. That's why I look the way I
       do, not scummy or anything, but still anything but all american.

            I  kept talking and ran my eyes around the circle. The girls
       were  all  very  cute,  and they were looking my way. One of them
       looked  familiar,  but  I  couldn't  place  where  I had seen her
       before,  so I finished the circle. I went back to her, and as our
       eyes  locked together I realized she was Alyssa Milano, that cute
       dark  haired  kid  who played Tony Danza's daughter on "Who's the
       Boss?"  She  had  grown  up into a very sexy woman, but still had
       that  vulnerable,  big-eyed  look.  I  finished the joke with the
       surprise punchline and grinned, then the laughter started as they
       caught  on.  She  was  still looking at me so I smiled at her and
       winked.  She got the joke and smiled at me, then dropped her eyes
       in a sexy little-girl way.

            We  all kept talking about music this and that, all the time
       poaching  champagne  (Alyssa  and  me)  and smart drinks (most of
       them)  from  the  waiters,  and before long I was next to Alyssa,
       talking to her about music. She was knowledgeable, and I told her
       I  was surprised she knew so much about music, since I don't meet
       too  many women who are really into music and know much about it.
       She  had  already  been  drinking  a  lot  and  seemed  sad about
       something,  so  I  tried  to  keep her smiling, talking about fun
       stuff.  I  didn't  talk about Hollywood at all. I sensed that the
       Hollywood  life was what was bugging her. We talked more about my
       life  in  a  rock  and roll band, songwriting, and recording. Any
       artist  is  an  egotist,  and I love talking about *my* stuff; my
       music, my guitar, you name it, if I have it we talked about it.

            Eventually the conversation wandered around to sex, and then
       to  groupies.  She wanted me to tell stories, so I told her about
       some  of  the  wild  times  I've had. Looking at her, I sensed an
       invitation,  kissed  her.  Her lips were half open, but I kept my
       tongue  in  my  mouth. I didn't want to scare her away now that I
       was  so close. I stood back for a second and judged her reaction.
       She  smiled shyly at me, looking just like she looked in her show
       when  she  was  sixteen.  God,  she was cute. I could barely keep
       myself  from  ravishing her right there, in the open. She slipped
       her  hand into mine and we started to walk around the yard of the
       place, away from anyone who might see us.

            I squeezed her hand, "Your beauty stirs me, makes me want to
       do crazy and wonderful things."

            "Tell me more, mister rock and roll."

            "I'm  Victor,"  I  said.  "I want to take off my clothes and
       dance under the moon, howling like a banshee."

            "Victor,"  she  wrapped  her  lips around the syllables. "Is
       that all?"

            "I  want  to take off your clothes, if you'll agree to dance
       with  me.  We can howl at the moon together. And after we howl at
       the moon I want to make love to you like the ocean crashes on the
       beach."

            "Are you trying to seduce me, Victor?"

            "You're seducing me, you beautiful little brunette vixen," I
       smiled,  and swung her into my arms. "And because fair is fair, I
       am  seducing  you too. And I think we're both succeeding, because
       I'm hard as a rock and you wouldn't have asked me unless you were
       turned on. How turned on are you, Miss Beverly Hills?"

            "I'm  Alyssa,"  she  said.  "And  I  want to be your groupie
       tonight."

            She  threw her arms around my neck, pressed her body against
       me,  and  kissed  me  vigorously, her tongue tunneling between my
       lips.  I  held  her  compact  frame  against  me  and  tasted her
       delicious  kiss as she tasted me back. She rubbed her abdomen and
       crotch hard against my cock, which was throbbing to get out of my
       pants and into this tight young starlet.

            We  disengaged,  then  holding  hands  we  hurried back to a
       hedge, adjoining the tennis courts. I got on my knees and crawled
       behind  it,  and dragged her with me. Alyssa tripped on the roots
       and  fell  on me. We started making out like teenagers. I quickly
       pulled off her dress and bra, and she removed my clothes. Hot and
       heavy,  we  petted for a while. Her panties were still on, and my
       cock  kept throbbing and rubbing against them. As long as I could
       rub her smooth, fleshy tits and her stiffening nipples, though, I
       didn't  care.  There would be plenty of time to slip into her hot
       box later. I moved one hand beneath her panties, and began to rub
       around  her  pussy opening, as she moaned and kissed me harder. I
       slipped  a finger inside her cunt. It was starting to get wet but
       it  was still too tight to slide my cock into it, so I started to
       rub  her  in  a  circle, rubbing around her clitoris and labia. I
       licked  her  ears,  then  moved down to her neck and her chest. I
       bathed her taut, delicious breasts liberally with my tongue, then
       went further down.

            I scooted around until my face was at the top of her panties
       and my cock was bobbing in front of her face. I was still rubbing
       her  pussy,  and  by  this  time  the aroma of her sex was making
       itself  known.  I pulled her panties off and stuck my tongue into
       her slit while I kept diddling her with my finger. She was moving
       her hips with my motions, amplifying the sensation of getting her
       hot  pussy  rubbed. I stuck my face into her cunt, and fucked her
       back  and  forth  with  my  tongue,  licking  and  sucking Alyssa
       Milano's juicy pussy like a pro.

            Something soft and warm touched my cock. She was holding it,
       looking  at  it, inspecting it. "It's so big," she said. "I could
       choke on it."

            "Kiss  it  and  lick  it, Alyssa," I said, "and then you can
       suck  it."  I  loved nibbling this delectable star's tasty pussy,
       but  she  wasn't going to get away without returning the favor to
       my prick.

            She  kissed  the tip, licked her lips, and said, "It's good.
       Salty." She licked the top of my cock, from base to tip.

            I went back to licking and sucking her cunt and let her lick
       my  cock  and  get used to it. She was obviously inexperienced at
       oral sex. I wondered if she was a virgin. She was the only one at
       this party, if so.

            I  felt  a suction at my cock and balls, then they were in a
       warm  and  wet  place.  Alyssa  sucked my cock into her beautiful
       mouth. I looked towards her, her face was in a patch of moonlight
       and  I  watched as her lovely lips engulfed my throbbing manhood.
       Her  tongue ran over the head of my love muscle, then she slurped
       me  into her throat, then sucked at my cock as she pulled it out,
       and  licked  the head again. She kept bobbing her head like that,
       and  it  was  a  great  blowjob, especially for a girl who only a
       minute ago had been scared of choking on it.

            "Alyssa, you are a wonderful cock-sucker. You're a natural."

            "I like what you're doing to my cunnie, Victor. I'm glad I'm
       your groupie tonight."

            "Me  too,"  I  said. "You can be my sex goddess any time you
       want."

            She  kept  working  my  cock with her lips and tongue, and I
       vibrated  my  tongue  against  her  lovely  quim as I fondled her
       buttocks  and  ran  my  finger  around her sweet little bunghole.
       Meanwhile  she was using her hands on my balls and the base of my
       cock  as  she  bobbed  her  lovely  head  up and down on my proud
       warrior.  I  started coming, and pumped a huge load of sperm into
       her  sucking  mouth.  Her  eyes  opened  in astonishment, but she
       swallowed  all of my spunk greedily. After groaning the end of my
       orgasm  I  scooped  up  more  of  her copious pussy juice with my
       finger  and  rubbed  it  into her asshole, and when she was ready
       slid my finger into her butt. She was thrashing her body and legs
       with  ecstasy.  My  softening prick slipped from her lovely lips,
       and  I  licked her pussy and wiggled my finger around in her butt
       as  she  came  with  moans and whispered screams. Alyssa Milano's
       cunt overflowed and I lapped up her delicious juice like gravy.

            After  we  had  both  recovered  from  our orgasms I scooted
       around again, and we kissed in the afterglow, under the hedge.

            "Have you ever done that before," I asked.

            "Only  once,"  she  said,  "and  I  didn't like it. This was
       different, though."

            "Alyssa,  Do  you  mind if I ask you a personal question?" I
       said.  "I  suspect  you want me to find out pretty soon anyway...
       are you a virgin?"

            "Yes,"  she replied. "I almost did it with a boy once on the
       set  but  we  got caught. That was the one time I tried a blowjob
       before now, but his penis wasn't nearly as big as yours."

            "Alyssa,"  I said, "then let's move to a nicer place to make
       you  a  real woman. And maybe we can find some protection. I want
       to spend all night with you but my supply is limited."

            "Thanks, Victor," she said, "you're thoughtful."

            "Do  you want to go back to the house and find a bedroom?" I
       kissed and hugged her close.

            "There's  a guest bungalow in the back of the gardens. Let's
       use  it."  She broke the clutch, and pressing her clothes against
       her  chest  with  one  hand,  dragged me with the other hand back
       through the paths in the garden.

            She  led  me  to  a  bungalow  in  the back, just as she had
       described.  We  opened  the door. It was unlocked. We dropped our
       clothes  on  the  doorstep  and  embraced,  our  groins thrusting
       against  each  other. Upon inspection the room was perfect. There
       was  a  bed  in  the  dim light, and by the bedside was a bowl of
       condoms,  flavored,  ribbed,  lubracated,  and all sorts of other
       varieties.

            "Wow,"  I commented, "this must be the bedroom for *special*
       guests!" I latched the door and hugged Alyssa, and we jumped into
       the bed.

            We  were  kissing  and hugging, and soon, with the sight and
       thrilling  touch of her tight young body in the dim light (better
       than  almost  no light as outdoors had been) I was erect again. I
       took  a condom out of the bowl and showed Alyssa how to put it on
       me, and then I put my rubber sheathed prick at the opening of her
       pussy.  I  rubbed it up and down the slit, and then slowly inched
       it  in.  After  about an inch I encountered resistance. She still
       had  her cherry. She had trusted me to let me pop it so I took it
       easy. I left just the head in, kissed her and murmered love words
       to  her for a minute to let her get ready for it, and then lunged
       into  her  tight but soaking wet pussy. She winced at the pain as
       her  hymen  ripped  apart,  but  as  I fucked her virgin cunt and
       slowly  worked  my  dick  all  the  way  in she smiled, kissed me
       furiously,  and gasped her enjoyment of our sexual intercourse. I
       moved deep inside her.

            Her  cunt  was  very  tight  and oily, and gripped me like a
       fist.  I  rocked  back  and  forth,  sawing my cock into her snug
       snatch. She grabbed my ass and started pulling me into her pussy,
       and rocked her ass back and forth to get my cock even deeper.

            Alyssa was a natural at fucking, a true cockpleaser with all
       the instincts of a born slut who likes nothing better than a hard
       cock  deep  in  her  pussy. As she started to moan and cry out my
       name  I  plunged deep into her pussy, against her womb, then slid
       out  past  her  labia.  I  fucked  her like this again and again,
       slamming  all  the  way  into  her  pussy and then pulling out. I
       continued  this deep fucking motion for a while, since I can last
       a  long  time  with  a  condom on, until she came in a tremendous
       orgasm,  her  pussy sheath gripping me tight as her juices flowed
       past  my pistoning cock and dripped down her butt. I kept fucking
       her,  barely  able  to believe that I was screwing Alyssa Milano,
       television  star,  whose budding young body I and every other man
       in america had lusted over for years. She kept coming, and as she
       grabbed  me  and kissed me hard, moaning that she loved me and my
       cock, I exploded in orgasm inside her spasming pussy.

            "Oh Victor, I never realized how good sex was with the right
       person." she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful."

            I  kissed  her  deeply, swallowing her tongue into my mouth.
       Alyssa's  big  eyes,  her soft voice, innocent face, and her firm
       but  womanly body were irresistable. My cock grew hard again. She
       chose  another  condom,  replaced  the  other  one, and I readied
       myself to piston into her hot, buttery cunt again.

            We  fucked the rest of the night, and in the morning we said
       goodbye,  and I caught my flight and went home. She tries to keep
       me  faithful to her, since she knows rock and roll musicians have
       lots  of  temptations, especially if they are singers, so we talk
       dirty  on the phone every day. Not that it works, when a gorgeous
       blond  bimbo  begs me to fuck her and her friend I'm not going to
       say  no.  But  since that party Alyssa flies out every other week
       and  we spend the weekend fucking like beasts. Now that our first
       album  is  starting to take off I wonder whether she'll be at our
       shows  in Los Angeles and the area. If so, I hope she wants to be
       my  groupie  after  we  play  the Forum or the Whisky or whatever
       place  we play. The other guys in my band even told her they hope
       she brings the cast of "Beverly Hills 90210" to the dressing room
       with her.

            They think Jenny Garth is a hot tamale, and want to boff her
       brains  out,  while  I  have  a secret desire to unleash the slut
       inside Shannen Doherty.

            I hope Alyssa does, that would be excellent!

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 * Blue Wave/DOS v2.30 [NR] *


