Chapter 8: Kirstie Alley/Shelley Long

Bored on a slow Sunday afternoon, I decided to do a little cleaning around the house. Since I inherited this house when my father died, I had only used rooms that I had to. The mansion was massive: 7 bedrooms, a study, a huge den and a gigantic pool out back, just to name some of the features. One of the rooms I had not been in was my father's bedroom. It had been four months since he died and when I opened the door, I could smell the dust and settled air of the room.

Checking out everything in this huge room, I began looking through my father's bedside table and drawers. To my surprise I found a pretty large stash of porn tapes and magazines, something that surprised me given the reputation he had in Hollywood of being able to nab the finest pieces of Hollywood ass.

Underneath the pile of the pornography however, I found a dusty old leather bound book. Opening it, it must have not been read or opened in years, as the pages were yellowing and crumbly. Leafing through it, I quickly learned that it was a diary of sorts. Some entries were very short and others were quite long. One of the entries, dated October 14th, 1986, caught my eye. Sitting down on the bed, I began to read. Here is what it said:

10/14/86 - Wrap party

Tonight I attended the wrap party for the fourth season of "Cheers". Having recently brought Shelley Long on board at the firm, I was there to show my support for her and to also plug her to some of the studio heads that were there, maybe land her a movie role. With "Cheers" being a huge success, all of the stars were a hot commodity. There was even talk of an Emmy nomination for Shelley's role as Diane, the love interest of Ted Danson's character.

Most of these parties are usually pretty dull, and this one was no different. Every person is either trying to suck someone else's dick (literally and figuratively) or trying to get in the position to do so. Normally I will just drink myself into a stupor and go home hopefully with an aspiring actress girlfriend of one of the producers, promising her that I would help her career along. Haha.

I was just finishing my fifth brandy when I noticed that Shelley was gone. Asking around, no one had seen her leave. That meant that she was somewhere in this house, a "party place" leased out by NBC for the night. I decided to look around and see if I could find her, and maybe tell her I was leaving since no one really important was at the party.

Checking the downstairs, all I could find was a couple of cokeheads snorting in a master bedroom on top of a beautiful antique armoire. Heading upstairs to look, I began opening doors to bedrooms, finding most to be empty. The rental house was pretty shitty, even by NBC's standards. Only 5 bedrooms upstairs and 3 downstairs. Hell, the thing didn't even have a pool!

The last room in the hall upstairs, on the right, was the door to the master bedroom of the house. Walking down the hall, I could hear slight moans and cries coming from within. When I got to the door, I opened it slowly and peered in. Even in my age now, I still get a thrill watching other people have sex, so I thought I would take a quick peek and see what some lucky stud had nabbed.

Peeking in through a slight crack in the door, I was startled by what I saw. Inside sitting on the foot of the bed was Kirstie Alley with her legs spread, her red party dressed crumpled up by her waist and her ample breasts hanging exposed. Between her legs, I was shocked to realize that it was Shelley Long, eating out Kirstie's pussy like there was no tomorrow. I could hear the sucking sounds filling the room and Kirstie moaning a low, guttural moan. Shelley's dress was also pulled up by her waist and I could see her hand was busily inside of her own pussy, thrusting in and out as she worked to get herself off while she was pleasuring Kirstie. This entire scene was quite arousing but I had decided to let the women do what they wanted and just catch up with Shelley later. Leaning back to close the door, I put too much weight on my right knee (which as I've said before, was crippled in WWII) and I felt it twist out beneath me as I fell sideways into the door and knocked it all the way open, landing sprawled out and on my face on the floor.

Looking up, I realized that the two girls had been scared out of their wits. After all, they were straight and who knows what the tabloids would have done if they had seen this little show. But when Shelley realized it was me, she stood up and walked over to help me. I could see that she had a huge grin on her face and the streaks of Kirstie's pussy juice covered her mouth.

"Still a voyeur after all these years, huh Martin?" Shelley said as she bent down and took my hand helping me up. She had straightened out her skirt but I could still see the wet spot she had made in her panties.

"Yes... I mean no... I mean... you sort of disappeared on me down there at the party and I didn't know where you had gone. I was actually leaving, so I'll leave you two ladies alone," I replied, fixing my tuxedo where it had gotten wrinkled and dirty from the fall.

Shelley moved quickly to the open door and shut it behind her as she leaned against it, reaching behind her back to lock it.

"Maybe you should stick around Martin," Shelley said innocently. "Kirstie is feeling awfully lonely. Her boyfriend broke up with her this afternoon and I was just here trying to make her feel better.

Glancing over a Kirstie on the bed, she still sat there with legs spread, her very hairy bush glistening with juice and saliva from Shelley's mouth. She had been silently following all that was happening but when I looked over at her, a devilish smile came onto her face. Truth be told, I didn't like Kirstie Alley that much. She was always a major bitch to me. But seeing her sitting there with her legs spread and so vulnerable, I felt a strong stirring in my pants.

All I could mutter was an "I uhh..." but it didn't matter. Shelley was already leading me by the hand over to the bed and had started to slowly undress me. With the door unlocked, she reached down and in one motion pulled off her expensive cocktail dress (which she had no doubt billed to the firm since this was a "work" party). Her breasts were bare and I could see she had been to the beach a while ago. There was a faint outline of whiter skin than the LA usual around her nipple area, obviously from a bikini she had been wearing during this unseasonably warm fall. Even though I had sampled many clients before, this was the first time I had gotten to see Shelley naked. Her body was very proportional and had a natural look to it. Her breasts were just the right size to go with her build and her hips and legs (God did she have beautiful long legs) were the same way. She wore just a tiny pair of white cotton panties that, as I said earlier, you could easily see the moisture patch and the outline of her inner lips through them. She slid her panties down and revealed a very small looking little pussy with just a small tuft of hair over her entrance.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I let it fall to the floor and slowly slid on to the bed, resting my head up on a pillow that was leaning against the headboard. While Shelley and I were undressing, Kirstie had also removed her dress. Surprisingly she was naked underneath it, something that I had to admit gave her guts. Her body was very tan and fit, as I knew she was struggling to keep off some weight. Her breasts were very large and milky white, with nipples that covered a good portion of the front of her breasts. Her pussy was very hairy and I could tell that she only shaved what she had to. That was okay because I like women with lots of hair down there.

Shelley was now sitting over me on top of my knees as she unhooked my belt and unzipped my pants, beginning to slide them down. My silk boxers were now the only piece of clothing still on in the room.

"Let's see if the rumors were true," said Shelley fiendishly as her and Kirstie both moved up to the waistline of my boxers and began to slide them down. As they were pulled free and my erection was exposed to the room, both girls gasped a little bit and had a look of amazement on their faces.

I've said before in this diary that I guess I'm "well equipped". Growing up in the mid west, it seemed like every guy in town was well hung and that the girls were all used to it. But ever since I moved out to LA, I can't remember how many times my large penis has gotten me a client, or just a nice good fuck. Once that singer, what was her name... Oh yes, Debbie Gibson, wanted to measure it after I had fucked her really well in the corner of her recording studio. She said it was 11 inches long when it was erect. Since then I have vaunted my size around and women have never been disappointed.