In a month's time Lisa was being offered bit parts in various movies from various directors and producers and the publicity flaks were doing a good job of fanning Blaze Scott's new romance into Olympian proportions. "Who's that stunning blonde he's living with?" everyone was asking. Lisa was in fact growing more beautiful every week. The California sunshine was working miracles on her body and face and she
watched with as much awe as the gawkers who watched her stroll through the studio lot in her form fitting jeans and sweaters.
Word filtered back east to Lisa's parents about the goings on in Hollywood and her shacking up with that beefcake hero Blaze Scott but there was nothing they could do about it. All those dreams about college and doctors and lawyers went up in a puff of society gossip smoke. Lisa was sorry but not too sad. Jeanette in the meantime was letting little moss gather under her stone. She turned out to be as smart as Lisa had told Blaze. By September she had been promoted to Chief Manuscript editor of her department and in the evenings when she wasn't out dating she was at home embarking upon a budding writing career.
Lisa had been screen tested several times but in spite of her great beauty that essential spark that everyone was sure would ignite the world the instant her bosomy image filled the screen never materialized. For the first time in her eighteen going on nineteen years Lisa had to take a look in the mirror and ask herself a few questions. "Don't feel bad about it baby," Blaze consoled her, "screens tests don't tell the whole story and besides, I failed my first one."
In spite of the screen tests Blaze's manager, Morris Reagan, got her a walk-on part in a film about a high school dope ring that went on to win an Oscar for best screenplay of the year. When the first rushes were shown and Lisa delivered her first spoken words everyone in the projection room cringed a bit. That certain something wasn't there and tits and ass as they all told Blaze who had the job of gently translating the message to her, didn't a great actress make. "But look at Mamie Van Doren and Jayne Mansfield," Blaze said defending his teenage concubine, "you mean to tell me they're great actresses?" The boys just shook their heads and muttered something about acting lessons.
Lisa got over it soon enough. She also got over Blaze Scott shortly after he completed filming his epic of frontier violence and survival in a harsh land. She moved in with his producer. The man was Claude Frescotti. He was forty years old and tinder his leonine mane of white hair was a face that resembled a slightly eroded Etruscan statue. He was well respected in Hollywood and had a Beverly Hills mansion that was renowned for the flocks of beautiful starlets who made it their home away from home. When Lisa moved in all that changed.
The starlets took off, and for Claude Frescotti it was not much of a loss. As he surveyed the gorgeous, nineteen-year old blonde sitting next to him by his pool in a skimpy, string of a bikini he sighed and looked up at the smoggy, leaden sky and thanked God for having brought them together. For all outward appearances Lisa was still a nineteen year old kid from Cos Cob, Connecticut despite what she thought. Claude Frescotti was the first man she loved deeply. He loved her as much as he could or until her looks ran out.
They celebrated her nineteenth birthday by flying down to Palm Springs in the private jet of one of Claude's movie colony cronies. He had a fire engine red Porsche with a big bow tied to the hood waiting at the airport when they arrived. It was just the kind of birthday present she needed since her powder blue Thunderbird was almost a year old. Lisa wasn't exactly a gold digger. She enjoyed what money bought but always said that she could take it or leave it. In the years to come she would take it more often than leave it.
That night back at their luxurious bungalow after a spell binding round of house jumping and bar crawling Claude came out with the words that Lisa wanted to hear. "Darling would you think it a bit twisted of me if I said I'd enjoy making love to you in a different way than usual?"
She ran her fingers slowly through his thick hair and looked at him not quite grasping the meaning of his words. He read her face. "I mean to say that I'd like to screw you," and then his index finger wandered to the perimeter of her asshole and lingered before prodding lightly at it, "there."
"Oh Claude!" she said wrapping her warmth around him, drenching him in hot kisses, tearing at his monogrammed silk shirt, panting suddenly like a retriever at the end of a long run. "I wouldn't think anything of the sort. You do anything you want to me. Yes fuck me there! Go ahead! I've been waiting too fucking long for you to do it." She wasn't lying to him either. She had just been too embarrassed to ask any of her past lovers to oblige her this way and apparently they had been too shy to suggest it in the first place.
He spread the high, firm cheeks of her perfectly formed ass and stuck his mouth between them and began to use his forty years of experience on Lisa Williams in a way she would remember for the rest of her life. The instant his tongue penetrated her asshole she began to moan in a way he had never heard even at the height of one of her usually noisy orgasms. As the saliva trickled down to her cunt and his tongue made greater progress up her she became wilder and wilder.
Her head started twisting from side to side and her blonde hair was matted with sweat five minutes after he had started. He only just managed to keep her pinned to the mattress as her ass bucked up into his face, returning his kisses. "Oh Goddamn it!" she screamed ecstatically as what felt like his entire tongue wedged its way up her hole and started wiggling around like a cobra responding to the snake charmer's flute.
Claude's cock bristled between his legs. He couldn't believe his good luck. After having screwed more starlets than he could remember he had yet to find one who truly enjoyed anal sex like this one. If she was only acting, his Hollywood mind surmised, then she certainly deserved the part. But it didn't look like it. He caught what was going on across her face as he glanced into the mirror when he came up for breath. Animal lust unleashed and personified. In a frenzy he buried his mouth
between her perfumed crack and sucked and licked until he heard his heart beating faster than he thought safe.
Claude's cock felt like it was being teased by a thousand tongues as the blood pounded and itched upwards towards the swollen, purple head. The candles and vaselined fingers and vibrators she had inserted up her anal cavity back in Connecticut never felt as good as Claude's tongue felt now. She clawed at the sheets like they were the last vestige of salvation; her final link with the real world. She gagged loudly and grunted insanely as Claude gently worked his cock up her ass.
"Oh yes Claude! Just like that! Puck me just like that!!!" she groaned as his prick filled her virgin hole. It was the warmest, tightest and most muscular orifice he had ever shoved his banger into. Lisa's back rippled and sweated as he moved his hips slowly back and forth, sliding up inside her, feasting on every second, every ounce of her. As he jammed his prick up her ass to the hilt Lisa's cunt suddenly collapsed in a warm, gushing flow of come. "Oohh!!! Ooohhh!!! Oooohhh!" she raged like a lioness in heat.
Her ass began to shake like someone had put burrs under her stomach. The muscles inside of her squeezed and hugged at his prick as if they were trying to crush his length into pieces-in a way she was. He jabbed roughly at her as he felt his own orgasm boiling through his loins, brushing like an inflamed tongue at his tight, hard balls. Lisa felt the first pangs of his climax; the first wet, hot splatter of his jism against the walls of her ass and she moved with it. He shot his load in three long, thick spurts before he folded over like a pen knife; breathing onto the smooth, alabaster stretch of her back like a man without a care in the world.