Chapter 7
Bobby scampered obediently off, and Beverly deeply exhaled and reached down to touch her cunt. Talk about a star's greatest fan, this boy was surely it. He was dumb, he was stupid, he was young, he was naive, but so were the fans of Mary Tyler Moore and Farrah Fawcett Majors, and what, exactly, did they have that Beverly Collins hadn't? They certainly didn't have wetter or creamier pussies than
Beverly Collins had, she decided, as she felt of that pussy with a slim middle finger and thought about Hollywood while she waited for the start of her fan club to return. Some day he would be the President of the Beverly Collins Fan Club, and though he might boast on and on for hours of what he'd done with ***BEVERLY COLLINS*** before she was discovered, no one would ever believe him. No one but Beverly Collins, who might, when she had the time, toss him some pussy again.
He came back with the wine spilling over the edge of the glass, which Beverly took from him with the elegant grace of a queen. He stood naked before her as she sat comfortably back on the toilet seat, sipping wine, then setting the glass down beside her. In the exuberance of his youth, his prick was still up hard, but now he seemed to have forgotten its existence as he gazed down at her, ready to answer whatever request she might make of him just as long as he could stay there with her.
"Use that Kleenex," she said, gesturing. "Wipe it off before it dries, hon."
Bobby got down between Beverly's naked legs in a crouch to do it. Completely addled by the cataclysmic welcome he'd had at Beverly's apartment, and still wholly awed by her vast, naked beauty, he dabbed at the streak of white goo his erupting pecker had left on her pubic hair. His semen looked doubly repugnant against the background of the beautiful mound of pink, thinly covered with short blonde hairs. He wiped it up carefully and gingerly, while Beverly lay back smiling down on him and running her middle finger up and down through her slit. Bobby was so confused and excited and in love that his teeth were chattering.
Beverly took her hand from her luscious pink flesh to ruffle his hair, as she said, "What's the matter, lover?"
Bobby was almost too excited to speak. He shrugged and said, "Nothing." Then he stared down at her cunt again, less that a foot away from his face, and seen in very good light now, very pink, looking quite swollen, and with its long lips out-turned and glistening wet. The smell of it now was sweet, pure, clean, and Bobby might have dived head first at it if Beverly hadn't covered it up with her hand once again.
He watched, trying to catch his breath, while her fingers delved warmly inside the pink lips. She continued to languidly stroke herself there and to lazily feel of her tits as she said, "You've eaten a lot of pussy today. Did you like it?"
Bobby shrugged and squirmed on the floor before her. "I don't know," he said.
"Do you think it's nice to kiss all those other chicks' pussies with me right there in the same room with you?"
"You wanted me to," he protested. "I never would've done it if you hadn't told me to."
Beverly laughed and said, "I know, baby. I was just teasing you," she said, taking her fingers from her cunt and brushing them over his lips. "Whose pussy tasted best to you, Bobby?" she asked.
"Yours," he said, as her fingers went into his mouth, and he sucked them and licked in between them while she lay back chuckling and fondling her tits.
The fingers were taken away so that she could point down at her thigh as she said, "There's more of it, Bobby. Wipe it all off before it dries."
It was already drying there in her inner thigh, and Bobby wiped it carefully away, amazed as well as fascinated by the softness and the texture of her inner thighs. She kept diddling her fingers in her slit as he did his work, toying about in the top of it, where he'd learned women like best to be kissed and sucked. He longed with all his soul to kiss her there now, but didn't have nearly the confidence in himself to take this initiative.
"Am I all clean now?" she said, looking down past her big naked tits with their huge, brown, upright nipples.
Bobby nodded, breathing in lungful after lungful of her intoxicating scent, while she brushed his lips once again with her fragrant, wet fingers.
Now she touched one of those fingers to the spot on her thigh he'd just cleaned, and she said, 'Then you may kiss me. Here."
Bobby had no appreciation at all of the texture of her skin there till he'd touched it with his lips. And when he did, he had to touch it with them over and over, grazing it with his nose and chin. While in the corner of his eye, her pussy loomed large and pink and frighteningly inviting.
"Don't you know anything about French kisses?" she said.
"I don't know. I don't know if I do or not," he replied.
"Then come here and I'll teach you," said she, and sat upright on the stool.
She had him get upright on his knees for his lesson in kissing, holding his cheeks in her hands to instruct him in this. She stuck out her long pink tongue, and his came out slowly to meet it, to touch it in a way that electrified him. She silently showed him how to fence with it, each of them breathing hotly into the other's mouth, while Bobby's hands trembled on her hips. Closer they came, until their lips were touching, then their mouths were fully merged and still the fencing and the electrification went on. He thought he was going to faint with the joy of it, the sheer ecstasy of being mouth to mouth with this woman who chose to give so much of herself to him, while his hands quaked and clutched at her satinly smooth warm hips.
"That's the way to French a gal," she murmured, nose to nose and chin to chin with him. "Now do it here," she purred, and leaned back just a little, and lifted her full round breast up at him.
He did it right on the nipple, exactly what was wanted of him, if her purr of contentment was any indication. Its tip was like the tongue he'd just been sucking and lashing with his, and this he continued to do, feeling every softly rough texture of it and sucking more and more of it in his hot mouth.
"Mmmmm. You're learning," she said and lifted his face to kiss his trembling mouth. "And now here," she went on, and gave him her other brown nipple to suck on and kiss and love to her heart's content. He was glowing with pride at a beautiful job well done as she leaned back again on the toilet seat, smiling in the warmest of ways, and Bobby was able to smile weakly back at her. She kissed his face and raked her fingernails softly up his sides, then murmured into his mouth, "Now you know how to kiss my cunt, darling. Are you ready to do that for me?"
"Yes," said Bobby, with no hesitation at all. "Yes."
Beverly spread out her cuntlips with her fingertips, fully exposing a clitoris that was more than ready for the boy's mouth. That mouth was on it at once as she watched, as thrilled at the adoring look in his eyes as much as she was by the loving contact between her legs.
"Right on my love bump," she said, already starting to cum, all over her lovely body. "Your tongue on my clitoris, your tongue on my love bump, I love it," she said, thrusting him more of it, cumming still deeper, and wishing a TV camera was there so the whole world could see how Beverly Collins, superstar, responded to sex and love.
Closing her eyes and baring her teeth, she flew over Hollywood in her own private Learjet while Robert Redford ate her luscious box, with Paul Newman, Cary Grant, and all four of the Beatles anxiously waited their turn. Soon she was cumming out of control, just like she liked it best, rocking and rolling on the toilet seat and urging them all to eat her from asshole to clit and back and forth again, for by then all her crotch felt like one big clit.
"Oh! Yes! More!" she was crying out, and Bobby was giving her all he had. His face was cunt-wet from nose to chin and his tongue was sore to its root, but there was her cunt right there to be eaten and he ate it, squeezing hot handfuls of her soft, convulsing buttocks, while he sucked and lapped just as ardently as any man could.
"Kiss my tits again! Suck 'em!" she commanded, and young Bobby did as she said. They were so wonderfully big, so fantastically soft, and their nipples fit into his mouth as if they'd been created for it. He kissed them and sucked them in a maelstrom of hottest emotions while she clutched hard at his hip with the fingernails of one hand, pressing him harder still against her other hand, which was now rubbing hard at the cunt she had just let him kiss. Bobby's cock, upright once again, was brushing and jabbing against the resiliently soft underswells of her buttocks in a way that was both driving him mad and embarrassing him horribly, but there was nothing at all he could do about that or about anything, for he'd been told to kiss tittie and this was what he was doing.
"What I need!" said Beverly, still cumming beautifully, and yanked him up higher and mashed her mouth against his, tasting cunt and tasting him, and feeling his cock as miraculously hard as ever jabbing into her groin. She thrust him back gasping and said, "Now kiss me all the way down to my cunt and give me a bath with your tongue."
Bobby discovered even more facets of Beverly's beauty. Her pulsing, twisting throat, her yawned open armpits, the shape of her ribs on her side, that lovely flat spot between her tits, and he rediscovered her tits. He covered every square inch of her rapidly panting soft belly with his lips and his tongue, and he kissed and licked down over her squirming soft hips to the edge of the toilet seat, then up over each of her thighs, one by one, to the center of his universe. She had to love him as much as he loved her, for she was talking as insanely as he was feeling as he sucked and gorged and licked and kissed her dear cunt once again.
"Rolls Royces! Filet mignon every night! London! Paris! Madrid! Fans all over me!" Beverly cried, seeing all of those as surely as she was feeling the orgasms swell and burst in her with every new touch of the boy's lips and hands. Her clit, now being heavily sucked on, had expanded beyond her crotch so it now comprised all her body, and it was responding just as it should to each smallest touch of his hands. "OR-R-RGH! UNNG! GAH-H!" Though Beverly could no longer articulate all of those things she was dreaming so actively about, she did find, as a super orgasm swelled over her, that she could say at least two words. "Kiss me!" she said, and he did right away, mashing his mouth on hers in a way so prompt and sweet and hot and right that it showed her a nice little secret point on the highest pleasure peak in the universe. More by instinct from the past than from any design, she took Bobby's prick in her hand and popped its little knob inside her throbbing cuntlips.
"OooooooOO-O-O-H-H-H-H-H!! ! " Bobby said, for as he found the most supremely sensitive and loving part of him completely, totally enveloped by the hottest, softest, squirmiest flesh in the world, he began to cum. "I'm sor. . . EEK! I didn't mean t.. . OORGH! I just can't hel.. . GAH-H-H-H! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE HELP ME! BEVERLE-E-E-E-E-E!! ! " Bobby cried, not knowing if he was trying to stick in farther or pull it on out, not knowing if he had it in the right hole, not knowing anything at all beyond the hot, wonderful squirmings of her naked body against his and the far hotter, far more wonderful squirmings of her cunt all around his enormously big and sensitive cock. His eyes were bulging out and he was clenching his teeth so hard their crowns might have broken off, and now his voice was no more than a series of heart-wrenching groans as he clumsily shoved himself harder between her legs, his hands sweating against her writhing sides, his balls erupting and erupting and at last, nearly empty, trying to heave themselves up and squirt out the end of his prick with the last of his jism.
"All of it! I'm going to have every bit of it!" Beverly promised, clinging to Superfan Bobby as she would cling to all her riches and fame, when it was hers, with her nails and her legs and her mouth and her cunt, squeezing and wringing the world and its riches from all she held in her arms and legs. She held it all, saw it all below her as she shot up off the peak of pleasure on a rocket, entirely free, entirely powerful, having everything she'd ever deserved. And when she saw it all, the whole world, by day and by night as it spun all around under her, she relaxed and let it go, knowing it had been hers and would be hers whenever she chose to find it.
Bobby was too weak to mutter an apology as he slipped to the bathroom floor. His ribs and the back of his neck felt cracked, his lips split from her teeth. His badly compressed lungs were now heaving for air and his back against the tile floor burned in streaks from where her nails had raked him. His eyeballs felt strained from their sockets, and down below him, down under his prick as it sagged lower with his every fast heartbeat, his balls felt as tender and swollen and far bigger than his eyeballs in the aftermath of their attempt to follow his jism out of his prick. If this was love, he wondered how did anyone live through twenty-five years of married love?
The last of the harsh, cheap wine in the glass brought Beverly to her senses. She certainly hadn't expected to be fucked, but now she was rather glad it had happened, for it showed that her years in prison hadn't altered her all the way. She was still able to enjoy a flesh and blood cock in her cunt, and able to enjoy it in a rather large way. Her regard for men and her prison made vows of rejection of them had been so strong that this rediscovery of the pleasures to be found with a cock proved that anything was possible. But nothing would be possible unless she helped herself along with it all.
"Get up," she said, though she herself wanted only to lie there on the John and sleep the night away. "Get up and hit the road, kid," she said, rising with no little effort to stand leaking and towering over the supine boy.
But he was more of a man than a boy, and she in her total conquest of him was more of a lady than she was some slut who'd say, 'Hit the road.' She primly closed her robe around her sweating body, nudged him with her foot and said, "Dahling, it's all been great wonderful but you really should be toddling off now."
Uh-h-h. Uh-huh," he muttered, feebly nodding his head, but quite stricken with paralysis everywhere else in his wholly spent body. Beverly's laughter tinkled, and she bent and stroked his damp hair, touched his slack cheek, and said, "Arise, my hero, and leave me now that I may dwell upon what we have known together, for now, for all eternity."
He managed to open his eyes, saw her beaming angelically wicked beauty down on him, and down below, his balls gave a feeble twinge at the sight of her tits trying to swing out through her negligee. "W-Why do I have to go right away?" he said, licking his parched lips, and looking more boldly inside her robe.
"Because now I must be alone," Beverly told him, and brushed back a lock of his hair.
"Couldn't I just stay and look?" he said, and reached up and found her ass in his hand, and grinned as he gave it a squeeze.
"No, goddammit!" said Beverly, slapping his hand away, and grabbing him by the ear and yanking him to his feet with her. "When I say split, I mean split! Now get your ass out of here, goddammit, before I kick it out. And don't play any more grab-ass with me until I goddam tell you to! You fuckin' men are all alike," she muttered, shoving him and his stupid, hurt eyes aside, and finishing off her wine in one gulp. But that, she decided, would be the last of her drinking, wine or anything alcoholic. If her fantastic and fantastically sexy body was going to take her to The Top, she was obliged to refrain from putting any poisons into it.