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.
'It's the first time I ever did it that way,' she told him afterwards as he stroked her hair and placed a cigarette between her lips, 'and you're the first man I've ever been comfortable enough with to do it.' He smiled softly at this and his chest inflated several inches upwards before his mouth sought out their shared cigarette. 'It was so beautiful Claude,' she said running the back of her hand across the stubble of his early morning beard.' I used to fuck myself with all kinds of things before this, up the ass I mean, candles if you can believe it and vibrators, almost anything that would fit up there but I was saving it really, I guess for you.' He leaned down and kissed her at a loss for words.
After that weekend in Palm Springs Claude Frescotti had his hands full with Lisa. It was as if that back door exploratory had turned a faucet on inside her that was unquenchable. As they drove towards Los Angeles in her new fire engine red Porsche at 85 M.P.H. she used her left hand to steer with while her right hand moved up and down on his prick until it spilled its load all over his pants and the front seat. She insisted that they stop at a motel before they reached L.A. where she proceeded to suck him off the minute the door closed behind them. As his cock stood at full attention in her mouth she blew it out, turned her ass towards him and
bent over. Before he was half way up inside her, his cock began to spurt helplessly leaving him crumpled at the foot of the bed like an old sheet.
'You mean Claude's going on location and not taking you with him?' Jeanette asked on the telephone. Lisa sat by the pool drinking the last of her breakfast coffee and playing with a half eaten slice of toast.
'That's right. He say's he can work better when I'm not around, that I drain him of all his energy. In a way that's true but I've got the feeling that he 'wants to use this as an excuse to break things off.'
'Oh Lisa, don't be so paranoid honey. I can see what he means.' 'I'm not being paranoid. Jeanette and I'm not dumb either.'
'I never said you were, or even hinted at it, it's just that I think you're working yourself into a state. Sometimes men just have to get away by themselves when they work and this is the first time in the year that you've been living together that you'll be separated. Of course you feel worried-it's only natural'
'Yeah but he's been acting strange lately. Like it's too much of an effort to talk to me. We haven't been doing anything together like we used to. He just sits in his library and says he has scripts to read and I don't see him for hours.'
'That doesn't sound good… '
'That's what I'm trying to tell you! And it wouldn't be so bad if he'd just come out and say it, but he keeps reassuring me that everything is all right, that I have nothing to worry about.'
'How are you fixed financially?' Jeanette asked, interjecting a note of common sense into the conversation.
'I've got a couple of thousand in the bank plus a few trinkets.'
'Oh well then you're laughing. I mean things aren't all that bad.'
'I guess not, but I don't know what to make of any of it. I really have the feeling that's it's over and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel so helpless!'
'Oh baby I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could say or do but there isn't. You're just going to have to weather it out and hang in there.'
'You're right.'
'Hey want to hear some good news?'
'Tell me.'
'I've just sold my first screen play to the studio and I'm now a full fledged working writer!'
'Oh Jeanette that's fucking fantastic!' Lisa shrieked with delight,
instantly forgetting her own set of problems upon hearing of her friend's new found fortune, rising from her deck chair and scattering the breakfast plates into a thousand pieces.
'Yeah isn't that great? I almost died when I got the word this morning. So look even if you and old Claude there do bust up don't worry about a thing. You can come stay with me until you get yourself together and decided what it is you're going to do-but honest honey, I just think it's a temporary thing with him and you and that he'll be calling you in a few days and begging you to fly down to Mexico to be with him. Mark my words.'
'I hope you're right Jeanette, but anyway baby, congratulations on your screen play. That's the greatest thing I've heard all month-fuck, all year! Have you called your folks and told them about it?'
'Not yet but I'm going to as soon as I get off the line.'
'OK then I'll let you go. Call me tomorrow or if you haven't anything to do tonight, why don't you come up to the house. I'm all alone here with the fucking dogs and the swimming pool and the servants and I could use some company.'
'If I can I will Lisa. Take it easy honey.'
A week later Lisa received a registered letter from Claude in Mexico. As she opened it with trembling hands a check spilled from the single sheet of notepaper and drifted to the floor. When she picked it up she saw it was for five thousand dollars. The letter was brief. Claude said he was sorry but it was all over between them; he didn't love her anymore but he wanted to reassure her that there was no one else. He asked that she not be there upon his return from Mexico.
She packed the following day and moved into Jeanette's North Hollywood apartment. 'Gee that's rotten honey,' her friend consoled her. 'And I know you really loved the guy too.' Lisa nodded her blonde head, her eyes like little red dots in her swollen face. 'I know it's not much help but, well, you'll get over it. You'll find someone else.'
'I'm not so sure I want to.'
'I don't blame you, but there's no use talking about it now. You just need some time to sort things out. I know you think I'm a bit of a mercenary but I must say he did right by you with that five thousand smackers. I mean that took some class.'
