Archive-name: Dreams/insbev.txt
Archive-author: Victor Burroughs
Archive-title: Inside Beverly Hills


                           DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction involving consensual heterosexual
intercourse. As far as the author knows, nothing like the events in
this story ever happened, though he fervently wishes they had
happened to him. If you're the prudish type who hates anything to
do with sex, or if you are not 18 years of age or otherwise below
the age of consent in your country, stop reading right now. You
have been warned.

                              * * *

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 lookalikes
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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