"Her voice is better than her mother's," Julie said. Her feet were up on the glass-and-chrome coffee table, and she had a cigarette in her hand. At thirty-four she was one of the most attractive women alive-tall, with chestnut hair and green eyes, dark smooth skin, beautifully pointed breasts and classic hips. She looked across the room at Ron, her husband. There was ho response.
Ron was thinking-his favorite pastime. He was always thinking, planning, dreaming. Ron Feldman, the young handsome press agent, the promoter. Ron and Julie Feldman were quite a successful team. But, like all who have had a taste of success, they yearned for more.
"I said her voice is better than her mother's," Julie shouted across the living room.
"She's got great tits," Ron didn't look up.
"She needs everything-everything! Wardrobe, make-up, arrangements-a show, for God's sake! But that voice!" Julie took a long drag on her cigarette.
"Great tits. Nice ass, too."
Julie stood up. "Is that all you ever think about?"
Ron looked up at her. "The girl's got great tits and a fantastic ass! They'll sell!"
Julie wandered over to him and took the glass he was holding out of his hand. "When are you planning on ... " Julie sipped Ron's drink.
"Yes?" Ron murmured, looking up at her.
" ... fucking her?"
Ron took his drink back. "As soon as I can," he said, setting his bands on the zipper of his pants. "As soon as she's ready for it."
"I'm ready for it right now," Julie said, rubbing her fingers through his hair.
Ron looked down at his crotch and shut his eyes.
"It's been almost a week ... "
Ron felt, the fingers curling around his ear, moving down his neck. His cock started rising in his pants, pressing up against his hands. They'd been married almost ten years, and he was constantly amazed that Julie could still turn him on. But he liked to make her beg for it.
"Love, can we?" Julie whispered into his ear as she crouched down next to the chair he was sitting in. "I'll suck you first and get you nice and hard and wet."
Ron pretended not to be interested. He turned his head away and took another slug of his drink.
"I'll suck you off if you don't want to fuck."
There was still no response from Ron.
"I'll lick your asshole, honey. I'll suck on your asshole and slide my tongue up it. Really, I'll do anything you want ... "
"Tell me about you and Sally. Everything." Ron turned the chair around as Julie looked at him in surprise.. She didn't know he knew about Sally.
"How did you ... "
"I find out everything sooner or later. So tell me about Sally. I know you had a thing with her in Vegas." Ron crossed his legs and started untying his shoes. Julie stood up and walked to the chair facing him and sat down.
"Okay, Sally and I had a thing. So what? It was silly, and it was over before it started. She's a beautiful dumb showgirl, what do you want? I was in Vegas, alone!"
Ron stared at her with a slight grin. "I don't want an explanation or an apology. Tell me the details. Get me hot."
So that's what he wants! Julie leaned back and spread her legs out in front of her. Her bright red pants creased tightly between her thighs. She put her head back and her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. "I had a meeting with the people at the International, then I went to see Sally at her apartment."
Ron kicked off his shoes and started opening his belt.
"It was early afternoon and she'd just gotten out of bed. She was in her nightgown, and when looked at her body through the soft material I got all warm inside."
"Your pussy start to twitch?" Ron asked with a smile.
"Yes, darling, it started to twitch," Julie shot back at him sarcastically. "Anyhow, she offered me coffee and I watched her as she made it. Every time she bent over, her breasts fell in front of her and I was dying to get my mouth on one of those hard nipples."
Ron unzipped his pants and stuffed his hand inside the zipper. Julie looked at him and nodded-she was dying to see his cock.
"We never got to the coffee. I walked up behind her and put one hand on her hip. She turned, gave me a little cute smile, and kissed me hard on my lips. Before I knew it she was tugging my blouse up to my neck." Julie ran her hand down over her crotch.
"You weren't wearing a bra?" Ron asked, fingering his penis inside his undershorts.
"Of course not," Julie purred. "She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Her sheets were still warm where she had been sleeping, and I was so excited I stripped off my clothes and jumped in."
"She eat you?" Ron asked, getting more excited by the second. He loosened his pants and started to wiggle his .ass in the soft chair. His undershorts showed in the dim light. Julie stared at the lump there under his hand-she wanted to look at his cock while she told the story. "She suck your pussy better than I do?" Ron asked again.
"Yes, she ate me, and yes, better than you. I always figured you like to suck cock more than eat pussy. You're a great fuck but you're not the best cunt-licker in the world."
"Fuck you," Ron said, and stood up. He pulled his pants down to the floor and stepped out of them. He sat back in the chair, lifting his legs over its padded arms Ron and Julie faced each other now, their legs spread in an air of sexual excitement. Ron's white shorts were full, throbbing, ready to explode. Julie's red pants were damp and pressing against her excited pussy lips.
"She threw me on the bed and started putting little kisses all over my body, from my neck to my feet. She found my cunt and gave at the longest French kiss you've ever seen. She slid her tongue so far up me I thought it was a cock!" Julie started playing with her breasts, watching Ron run his hand over, the long bulge in his shorts.
"Horny dyke," Ron teased.
"Fairy," Julie whispered back. Then she lifted her sweater and exposed her naked breasts as Ron stared across the room. They were golden in the soft light, shining. The nipples were darker than usual, and hard, rough.
"Show me your cock," Julie said. She'd seen it hundreds of times, but it never ceased to fascinate her. She was addicted to sex-male or female, it didn't matter. Cocks or cunts, she was mesmerized.
Ron pulled his shorts down in front to show her his big penis. It was hard as ever, thick, with a big mushroom had crowning the shaft. He didn't touch it-he just let it rest there against his belly, against his shirt.
Julie almost started drooling. "Sally lifted my legs in the air and fucked me with her tongue till I couldn't stand it any more?'
Ron grabbed his cock and pointed it toward his wife. "Did she suck your asshole?"
"Yes," Julie said breathless, playing with her tits.
"Did she fingerfuck you?" Ron pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off.
"Up your ass?"
"Yes!" Julie fell to her knees in front of the chair. "Can I suck you off? Please, honey?"
"Sure, little puppydog," Ron whispered. "You just cross the floor on your knees and keep telling me about Sally-then my dick is yours."
Julie moved toward him. "Sally ... she let me put three fingers up her cunt. She was kissing me and hugging me like a bitch in heat. I tickled her clit till she screamed in pleasure ... "
"That's it, keep it up," Ron said, stroking his cock slowly, tantalizingly, in front of his wife. She came near him, slowly, staring at his huge dick.
"And we got into a sixty-nine on the bed and stuffed our heads between each other's cunts, between each other's legs, and we sucked as hard as we could."
Julie was only inches away. "Didja taste her cream? Didja taste her shit?"
"Yes," Julie breathed, "yes, I fucked her ass with my tongue and she bit my pussy ups and ... " She reached out to take Ron's cock in her hand, but he pulled away.
"Did you come with her?" Ron asked, holding his cock in both hands so she wouldn't touch it.
Julie looked crazed now, staring at his balls with wet ups. "I shook all over. She brought me off-her tongue ..."
Ron took his hands off his cock and let Julie grab it "Not with your hands" he shouted, and she released it.
"Honey, no more games," Julie pleaded looking up into his blue eyes. "Can't we fuck? Please, I need it!"
"You said you'd suck me off," Ron said, holding his prick close to her face.
Without a sound, Julie went down on him. She shoved her head down over his cockhead and pushed till his hand was down around the base. The bead was down her throat and she held it there for a second, then pulled back. She wrapped her lips around the glans and twisted her head, rubbing her tongue over the cockhead. Ron grimaced in pain and pleasure and watched closely.
Julie's chestnut hair moved lightly over his hairy thighs and balls as she sucked on his big shaft. She kept her hands at her sides, touching the chair and her legs, never bringing them up to his balls. If she had learned one thing in the ten years they had been married, it was that Ron was the boss. Ron was the master. Ron gave the orders.
And Julie loved to be ordered. She liked to be handled by a man, liked to be thrown on a floor and fucked till her teeth ached. She even-loved girls to be dominant, to force her to do whatever they wanted, to shove their fingers up her cunt, to shove a dildo up her cunt. Women's Lib was not for her-although she was a liberated woman in the sense that she had what amounted to a man's job and met men equally on her level of business because she loved being the fragile female.
"Pull off," Ron said. Julie obeyed. Saliva coated her mouth.
"Get on the floor," Ron ordered.
Julie fell back on the soft carpeting. She started to open her pants, thinking that he was ready to fuck her.
"Get your fucking hands off your pants and just keep your mouth open!" Ron shouted, standing up. He moved next to her and stood above her, placing his feet on either side of her head, facing her feet.
Julie looked up to see what was to her at the time the most fantastic sight in the world. Ron's cock stood out in front of his body like a huge battering ram. His balls hung low and full beneath it. And the thick hair glowed in the light of the room like golden fleece surrounding his genitals. Julie gasped.
Then the huge cock started moving down toward her face. She opened her ups and licked them with her long wet tongue. She could see his ass cheeks parting as the lower part of his body neared her face. "Sit on my face, honey, please," she murmured.
Ron moved down till he was stooping, just inches above her lips. Then he dropped his balls into her mouth! Julie was expert at it-Ron's balls hung very low and only tightened up when he was ready to come. Julie had learned how to suck both of them into her mouth and roll them around on her tongue as her nose pressed against his asshole.
Julie sucked and moaned and twisted her mouth, and all the time his nuts stayed in place, in her mouth, wet and slippery and warm. Ron moaned and grabbed his cock as he bounced and turned his body around a little on her face. Then he pulled out and pressed down again, and this time his ass was flat against her open lips.
Julie kicked her feet into the air and her tits went hart as rocks. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his sweaty hairy ass, and she worked her tongue out of her lips and pushed it up till it entered him just a little-enough to make him cry out in passion.
Ron moved his ass around on his wife's beautiful face. He was insane with pleasure now, pulling on his cock, feeling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as she sucked on his asshole. "Eat my ass, Julie, like you ate Sally's ass!"
Julie moaned under him and reached up and grabbed the cheeks of his butt.
"Take it, honey, fuck me with your tongue! Just like you fucked that chick in Vegas! Bitch dyke!"
Julie kicked the floor and dug her nails into the hard flesh of his buttocks. Ron lifted up and fell down on her body, pressing his cock between her breasts, framing her face with his naked thighs. He grabbed her knees and held his head between them.
"Oh, Jesus! Ron, you're hurting me!"
"Bitch dyke!" he shouted, and rolled her over on top of him. She tried to get up but he grabbed her and they started to wrestle on the floor. She grabbed his dick and tried to get it in her mouth, but he jerked away and grabbed her hair.
"Goddamn you!" she screamed, and tried to slap him. She missed, and he grabbed her and forced her to kiss him. Then she took his cock in her hand and held it tight.
"Suck it, cunt!" Ron said strongly, pushing her head down. to his crotch.
As soon as Julie tasted the tip of his dick, he pulled her off by her hair and pushed her away from him.
"You bastard!" she screamed, and got to her feet. She turned, grabbed a glass from the table -the ice cubes had melted, leaving cold water ... and poured it directly between his legs.
"Jesus Christ!" Ron yelled, kicking his feet into the air. He rolled over and the last bit of water hit him square on his naked ass.
"You deserved it," Julie said, starting to rip her pants off.
Ron said nothing. He lay on the floor, face in the carpet, his wet legs spread, pretending to be knocked out, barely breathing.
"Ron?" Julie said, standing bare naked.
No response. She knew what he was up to. She'd seen this before. She fell to her knees.
"Ron!" She slapped him on his ass.
He didn't move.
"Ronald, you fucking bastard!" She hit him on his ass and pulled his hair, and although it hurt like hell, he didn't move.
She pulled him over, and he kept his body limp, his eyes closed.
"Goddamn you, fuck me!" she said, grabbing his hard thick cock.
No response. Ron kept his eyes closed. She would have to fuck herself.
Julie had tears in her eyes, tears of frustration and tears of rage. She pulled on his cock it was hard, the tip was still wet and a little pearly drop had appeared on the slit-and looked down at his complacent facet "Please, Ronnie, honey ..."
Ron felt the delicious tightness of her hand around his cock. His balls were swelling up, hardening. His chest was tight, his nipples taut. She was going to climb up on him, he knew it ...
"Please, baby, I need to get fucked! It's not like a chick, you can't get the same pleasure from a chick! I need your monster cock, honey!" Julie purred and cried and licked his cock and balls. She slapped his face lightly and: pinched his, nipples. She tried tickling under his armpits, but nothing worked.
She couldn't stand it any longer. The feel of his throbbing cock in her hand was enough to drive her into insanity. She needed it to stop the burning in her cunt. She needed to be fucked by this beautiful hunk of cock-the same cock she had been fucked by hundreds of times before, the, huge cock-she kept coming back to because nothing else satisfied her the way it did.
She moved up over his body, held his dick straight up, positioned her pussy lips over the tip, and held her breath.
Ron shivered. He didn't dare open his eyes. He wanted to feet this ...
In one fast move she lunged down, and his ten-inch dick was buried up her hot womanly cunt! "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, twisting her body down on his. "Oh, Ron, Ron, Ron!"
Ron didn't move. He felt her cunt lips pulling at the sides of his cock, warming the head, wetting it with the fluids of her womanhood. He felt her pull back up and come down again-as if a thousand little hands were grabbing at his shaft, moving from the head down to the base, tickling him to orgasm.
Julie's cunt was amazing. She always seemed as tight as a virgin, yet she could take it any way: from the front, from the back, sideways, she could even take most of his hand. And she'd had all sizes of dildoes up there. Now Ron's cock was up there and she felt as if she were in heaven.
She fucked herself on his cock. She rode him like a cowgirl-bounding and pumping and flexing her muscles. She reached down and grabbed his balls and pulled on them, squeezing them till Ron almost cried out in pain, then ran her hands over his thighs and finally pressed on his abdomen, around the base of his-cock, till she was reaching her orgasm and lifted her hands into the air.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She screamed and panted as she bounced her cunt up and down his thick hard dick. Ron gave no sign of excitement-except that his cock was ready to explode and his hands were clenched at his sides.
"I'm fucking your dick, you sadistic bastard! I'm fucking you! I'M COMMMMMIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!" She slammed down hard on his cock and shook all over. She grabbed her hair and pulled and then screamed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She came. She reached a tremendous orgasm and her cunt twitched and hugged Ron's cock like it never had before. He felt the hot rush along his dick and he knew that he was close to shooting himself. He waited another minute, till Julie had quieted down some, till her head stopped spinning and his cock was resting deep within her cunt, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"Ron ... " Julie whispered.
But before she could say anything, she was taken by surprise. She was going to ask him if she could suck him off, but instead he shot up-he sat up, pressing his face to her breasts and pumped his hips wildly. His cock shot off into her pussy with each move.
"Oh, Julieeeeeeeeeee," Ron groaned, as a sweet orgasm pumped from his cockhead. He felt the cream rushing along the walls of her cunt, dribbling down over his balls, filling her insides till there was no more room. He jerked his hips easily on the floor and she pushed down to meet him, feeling his load being pumped into her aching cunt. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly to her, and then, when he had finished, let him fall back to the floor.
Julie knelt there, with his softening dick still up her cunt, as Ron unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He looked up into her eyes. "Love me?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, pulling up till his cock fell out of her dripping cunt. She put her head between his legs and started licking the juices from his cock, and balls, slurping up the cum and feminine fluids that had mixed in her pussy.
"You're right," Ron said.
Julie lifted her head from his balls. "What?"
"You're right about her voice. Better than her mother's."
"She'll be a star," Julie said, giving Ron a peck on the cheek.
"So will Terry," Ron added.
"He will. Ron, I think we've got the two biggest finds in show business in our hands," Julie said as she lit a cigarette, still sitting on the floor next to him.
"Only in our hands, Julie?"
Julie broke into giggles.
Chapter Two
Ron and Julie Feldman had become, in seven years of hard work, two of the hardest working press agents in the business-and show business wasn't an easy business to hack. While they had achieved some success, it was not spectacular. Their clients worked, well and hard, and attained a certain amount of fame and standing in the business.
But they were after bigger gains-they needed a star, an idol or two. They wanted a boy and a girl. Their plans were to make the boy into the new David Cassidy, a teen idol adored by millions-which would make them million. They needed to touch the Hollywood industry as well as the New York-Chicago-Miami-Las Vegas scene that they were already very much a part of.
Their clients were mostly singers, nightclub stars, New York actors and actresses, and a few local TV personalities-soap opera types. They wanted the David Cassidy type to break into network television and films, which would open up anew area to them. They were doing well in the small time, but they weren't satisfied-they wanted to be in the big time.
And they wanted to be in the big time in another area also-the Las Vegas clubs. They wanted to handle a star of one of the finest showrooms-they wanted a headliner! They'd had enough of lounge acts and fillers for the real stars. They wanted their own.
Linda Travis was a "a budding talent, destined to follow in her famous mother's footsteps." So said one critic after she had appeared at a small New York club. Shortly before her mother's death, she had joined the adored woman onstage during a concert, and together they had sung a medley of songs about love and friendship, stressing the theme that they were pals. But the truth was something else again.
Susan Travis had been a pill-popping, raving bitch who had no time for her daughter except to pose for publicity stills and when she was in the hospital either drying out or recovering from "food poisoning"-meaning another suicide attempt. Linda was perhaps destined to step into her mother's shoes, but she wasn't ready to be like the lady.
Her career had been going nowhere. She was riding along on her mother's fame. She'd tried a Broadway show which flopped-the critics said she was a triumph, the play a disaster-and now had found Ron and Julie to guide her career. They aimed for Vegas. Full time, main show, top money. She was the "totally new" Lindy Travis, who-indeed was walking in her mother's footsteps and, as Ron hoped the critics would say, would walk beyond what her famous and talented mother had done.
She was a gentle girl, pretty, slim, with dark eyes and a heavy smile that she used only when sincere. There was nothing dishonest about her. She was a workhorse, a glutton for punishment when it came to her career, and lately she had been spending her days doing nothing but rehearsing her act for the Vegas opening. Ron had worked fast, hustling his ass all over Vegas, Miami and New York, cashing in on the emotional image of the girl's dead-but-still-loved mother. The money had come. The director was hired, the dancers ready, the songs selected, the date get. Rehearsal to perfection was the word now.
Lindy came home to her small apartment, fed her cat, turned on the TV and curled up on the couch with a sandwich she'd picked up at the deli. It had been a rough day, and she hadn't had much sleep the night before-she was addicted to old movies, and she'd often take a pill to keep her up, but then would have trouble falling asleep. Now and then she took a Valium, which relaxed her, or a Nembutal, to make her sleep-but not too many. She remembered her mother well. She remembered her mother overdosed on Seconal.
She ate her sandwich as she watched a re-run of I Love Lucy. Lucy was in Hollywood with Ricky and Fred and Ethel-and they were hysterically funny. Just as the show ended, the phone rang.
"Hello," she said, still chewing on her pastrami-on-rye.
"Lindy, this is Gerry. You took my script by mistake-can you check?"
Lindy looked at the script she had carried home. Sure enough, a chorus script, not hers. "Gerry, yeah, it's yours. I'm sorry. I grabbed the last one-on the table."
"My fault, I had grabbed yours. Can I bring it over and switch?"
"Sure, great, I'm just watching TV."
"Ten minutes. 'Bye." Click.
Gerry was one of the dancers in the show, who also had a few lines in a skit with Lindy about Women's Liberation. She had grown to like the boy in the week they had been working together, although they weren't close by any means. Most of the kids were afraid to approach her-because of her famous mother, she seemed like something not quite real. They had grown up reading about her and now they were working, with her-or was it for her?-and it was a strange position to be in.
But Gerry was different-warm, outgoing, as if the "star's daughter" complex hadn't hit him or didn't faze him. And Lindy liked that.
Just as Casablanca started, Gerry arrived. Lindy let him in and immediately said, "You must remember this ... "
Gerry looked at her strangely. "What?"
"A kiss is still a kiss!" Lindy sang as she closed the door.
Gerry got it. He held out his-hands and sang, "A sigh is just a sigh!"
They both started laughing. "Casablanca's on, wanna watch?" Lindy asked.
"Love to. I don't even have a TV."
They sat on the couch, facing the color television. Gerry looked around. No pictures of the famous Susan on the walls. But the place was expensively furnished. It was quite a change from his shabby fourth-floor walkup. But then, she was Lindy Travis and he was only a dancer.
After about fifteen minutes and some wine, Gerry started leaning against Lindy's shoulder. She didn't move. Then he put his arm on her thigh. She didn't move. He kicked off his shoes, curled his feet upon the couch, and played with her hair. She didn't move.
Finally he reached over and kissed her lightly on her neck. She turned to him and said, "I thought you were a fag!"
"What?" the good-looking, husky boy said.
"You're a dancer!"
"Jesus, you think all dancers are fags?"
She giggled. "All of them in the show are."
"All but one. Me." He put his arm around her and pulled her close. For one moment it flashed through his mind-What am I doing? This is Lindy Travis. I must be nuts!-and then he dismissed it. She was a girl and he was a guy, a very horny guy. And seeing this gal dance every day in her body suit was enough to make him split his dance belt.
"Kiss me," he said, and she turned her head and kissed him. Not hard, not lightly, just right. Then he slid his face down to her neck and started nibbling.
"Gerry, the movie ... "
"Fuck the movie," Gerry said as he opened her blouse and found her beautiful young tits. He took one in his lips and sucked on it gently. In a moment Lindy had forgotten about the movie and was sinking under the strong boy's caresses.
"I wanna fuck you so bad," he said softly, licking her ear. They rolled around on the floor for a few minutes, hugging and pressing their bodies to each other, nibbling and kissing. Then he pulled her blouse from her body and opened her pants. He slid his hand down the front and found her cunt easily-and just as easily he slid his middle finger up her.
"Oh, wow," Lindy gasped, moving her ass back and forth to make his finger move inside her hot pussy.
"You're burning up in there," Gerry said, and started tugging on her pants with his other hand. In a moment he had them down over her ass, and then he pulled his finger from her cunt and grabbed her underpants and pulled them down, too. Finally they came off her feet and she lay there on the floor of her apartment, stark naked. She brought her feet up and showed him her cunt, spreading it with her fingers. "That's what you wanted to see, right?" she said lewdly.
"That's right. Now I'll show you what you wanna see." He stood up, took off his shirt, unzipped his pants and took off his socks. He pulled his pants down over his knees and off his feet. He stood there in his shorts. "Pull them down and see what's inside," he said.
Lindy reached up and grabbed the elastic band of his underwear, but he stopped her. "With your teeth, honey," he said gruffly, spreading his legs, planting his arms on his hips.
Lindy blinked and got to her knees. She grabbed his thighs and pressed her breasts against them-the tip of her nipples felt like pins poking against her flesh-and took the band of his undershorts in her teeth and pulled down till his cock fell out and his shorts were down to his feet. Then she knelt up and gasped. His cock was the thickest she'd ever seen, and she had seen a few; her mother's lovers' when she was young and those of the few guys she had fucked in the past two yearn since she had lost her virginity. It was fist-size at the tip and grew even flitter at the base. The slit in the tip was huge, arid his balls were gigantic. It was the thickest dick she'd ever seen.
"Like it?" he asked.
She nodded and grabbed it in her hand, fondling it in front of her face.
"Gets big from all the exercise we dancers get. That's why all the guys like to suck on it."
"Guys?" she asked.
"Sure, those queens in the company have me for lunch. What's a blowjob? A mouth's a mouth."
She didn't answer. She fell back to the floor and spread her legs out. "Okay, you bisexual bastard, fuck me with the cock the boys chew on."
He grinned as he fell to his knees. "Lindy, I only like fucking girls. That's what counts. And I wanna fuck you so bad ... "
He was gentle again, himself, the Gerry she knew and liked. He positioned his cock at the opening of her hairy young hole. She held it there, steady, ready. And he pushed down, shoving his enormously thick penis into her cunt all the way up to his heavy balls.
"Far out!" Lindy said, pulling him down to her. She hadn't, been screwed in almost two months and her pussy had been aching for it. What was happening should have surprised her, but it somehow seemed very natural. Guy in the show, she likes him, he comes over and fucks her. They both like it-and maybe Vegas won't be so lonely after all!
Lindy held tightly as he pressed his mouth to hers, holding his cock with her cunt lips, holding his shoulders with her hands. He had a perfectly developed dancer's body, and he was hairy, too, which she liked. She liked men, real men-with-hair and a cock and balls, men who knew how to fuck!
And this man knew how to fuck. He slammed into her a few times and then rolled over so they were on their sides. She lifted her leg and he reached down and held it up and started screwing his body around so his cock roamed and prodded every inch of her burning pussy. He would shove in and out a few times with great force, then stop and let his dick swim around in the wetness, then start up again. Finally he had her on her knees, on all fours, and he was behind her like a dog, giving it to her from the back. She reached under and felt her pussy lips clasping his dick.
"Fuck me hard, Gerry! Come off in me! Now, please!"
"Lindy, spread your legs farther, yeah, that's it ... "
"Pump it hard, please! God! It's incredible! Fuck me with that fat dick!"
"I'm gonna come!" Gerry pumped his cock into her with such force he had to hold her so she wouldn't be knocked down across the room. His flesh slapped against her ass and his balls dangled between his legs. She reached far down and grabbed them and pulled on them.
"That hurts! Harder, harder! Pull on my nuts! I'M SHOOTING!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Lindy screamed, pulling on his heavy throbbing balls. She felt the final thrust into her cunt and then the burning sensation deep inside. She ran her fingers along her cunt lips, over the base of his dick, and felt the cum-starting to slide out of her box. She heard him muttering and moaning, telling her how great it had been. She felt the heat from their bodies and looked up to see her cat staring at them, and then closed her eyes.
It had been great. But she hadn't come.
A few hours later, after Casablanca had finished, they lay in bed together. On a whim, Gerry asked, "What do you want to do most in life?"
Lindy didn't have to think about an answer, it was on the tip of her tongue. "To be a bigger star than Mother ever was."
She said it with determination.
Chapter Three
Terry Peerce sat alone in his apartment He'd spent the day taking his voice lesson, his singing lesson, and a dance class in the afternoon, and had lost himself m a movie at dinner time He worked hard-harder, he thought, than anyone he knew. Why? He, like Lindy, wanted to become a star.
He looked up from his desk On the wail there was a picture of David Cassidy, one of Bobby Sherman and three of David Bowie In the past three years he'd yearned for a style, a certain gimmick that would set him apart from the others, something to get him ahead He emulated Bobby Sherman at first, but when all the teenybopper girls In the country switched to David Cassidy, so did Terry. And recently the British pop sensation, David Bowie, had hit his brain like a lightning bolt. The wild image, the flaming orange hair, the tight pants with the huge cock showing-it was the style he'd like to have.
But he had met Ron and Julie Feldman and they'd said no. The highly sexed Bowie image was still too strong for his particular audience-the teenagers, the little girls who would feel the first tingles of excitement in their pussies because of him. Sex would be his gimmick, but nothing as strong or as blatant as a David Bowie. Perhaps more like Mick Jagger ...
He saw himself on a stage-Madison Square Garden, the Forum in Los Angeles, McCormick Place in Chicago, the Olympia in Paris, hell, the WORLD! He dreamed of getting up there in a white pair of pants, a shirt opened to his waist, grabbing that mike-holding it just like he held his cock when he beat off-and starting to sing. Then, Television. Then, movies. The WORLD!
It was quite a dream for a nineteen-year-old boy from the Midwest. Straight out of high school, he had packed his bags and come to New York. His suitcases were full of pictures of himself battered sheet music, movie star magazines and a few pieces of clothing. Somehow-with luck-he got a job singing in a little club in the Village. It didn't last long because the place was largely filled with homosexuals every night, and Terry wasn't ready to handle that. But the night before he quit, Ron Feldman walked in.
Terry met Ron and Julie the next day for dinner. They were Impressed. They believed in him. They seemed to love him. They signed him to an exclusive contract to represent him in all fields. In a few weeks, Terry Peerce's picture appeared in a teen magazine-captioned as the "Upcoming Star of the Year." The picture and ad cost Ron a lot of money, but he figured it was worth it. Terry was their ticket to millions.
And now three months had gone by three months of hard work, without the chance to meet new people, without the chance to enjoy himself Three months of lessons and recordings and pictures and coming home to an empty apartment.
Terry got up from his desk and turned on one of his demonstration records He took off his clothes as he sang along with himself "Walking in the sunshine, holding your hand in mine, happy in the sun, happy in the fun ... " It was bubble gum crap, but it was a possible seller.
He stepped into the shower and soaped his body. He started playing with his cock, but stopped suddenly. If he planned on masturbating, he was going to do it right. He rinsed and then washed his long, shaggy hair. He dried himself as the song played for a third time, and then he finally shut it off and sat-on the floor in front of the mirror and dried his hair.
As he held the hair brush in one hand and then comb in the other, he thought of Lindy Travis. He'd never met her, but, of course, he'd heard about her. He remembered seeing pictures of her in the newspapers and gossip magazines-pictures of her at the hospitals after her mother's famous suicide attempts, pictures of her with her many stepfathers, pictures of her at her mother's funeral. Susan Travis had been almost as big a star as Judy Garland. Now her daughter was ready to take over for Mama.
Ron told Terry he'd meet Lindy soon-and when he said it there was a glimmer in his eye, something sexual. At least that's what Terry thought. At nineteen he was still a virgin, and hadn't had a sexual experience since high school. And he didn't care to remember that-some jack-off sessions with the guys and an aborted attempt at fucking the high school slut when he was drunk and couldn't keep an erection. She'd wanted him badly, too-he was the best-looking boy in the whole school and every girl was after him. And when she saw the size of his cock she couldn't stop. She came at him like gangbusters, at a party, which frightened him and caused him to worry about this first screw even more. It didn't work. And he never tried again.
He wasn't afraid of sex, he was just green. He didn't have time-his career was the most important thing in the world. Besides, he wasn't attracted to anyone. Yes, he felt a great love-for Ron and Julie-he realized Julie was a gorgeous woman and there was something about Ron that turned him on, too, but he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind-but assured himself it was purely a kind of parental love. He was their new child. The only other person who turned him on was Lindy Travis.
Lindy, Travis! I've never even met her! He clicked off the dryer, shook his head so his hair fell into place, and looked down at h-is hard cock. It was looking back up at him. He had a stiff erection and he knew he had to do something about it. It was the story of his life-masturbation. It was his only real pleasure ...
He loved the sensation of coming. Everyone did, he knew that, but he was addicted to it. He had to have it more than anyone he'd ever read about or any guy back in high school who talked freely about sex. He loved doing it in strange places-in bathrooms in the New York subway, in a dressing room at Bloomingdale's, in a crowded subway car. He'd fill his undershorts with cum, he didn't care. Even in the window of his apartment. There was a streak of exhibitionism in him-there had to be If he wanted to get up in front of thousands of people and sing and show off his body-and it manifested in little quirks like these. He pretended not to know he was looking out the window, so anyone watching him-he was never sure anyone could actually see him from the building across the way, or even cared to--would believe they'd discovered him there, that he had either forgotten to pull the drapes or he thought he was out of view. Terry always liked to think there was a sweet young girl looking at him with her fingers stuffed between her legs, and the image in his head would cause his balls to tighten and his cock to shoot his load across the room.
He stood up and took his, cock in his hand. It was-very big, especially for his body, which was tall and slim. He sat down on the bed. And spread his legs. Then he fell back and kicked his feet in the air, moving his other hand down over his balls.
"Oh, man," he whispered, as his fingers crept down to his asshole. He played around there and then pressed directly on the opening and gasped again. He always liked anal stimulation best-it did something to him nothing else did. The shivers went up his spine and he closed his eyes tight and moaned. Then he pushed his finger into his anus and stopped at the first knuckle.
He started stroking his cock, making sure his fingers stimulated the thick rounded head He thought of Lindy Travis lying naked on a bed. Ron Feldman stood above her, unzipping his pants, leering. Lindy reached up and pulled Ron's cock out of his pants, It was big and hard and she took it into her mouth for a minute, wetting it, and then she fell back again and opened her pussy lips with her fingers ...
Terry pushed his finger farther up his asshole. He felt the exciting stimulation on his prostate and he moved his legs farther apart, rubbing his balls with the bottom of his wrist, twisting the finger up his asshole. He thought of Lindy poking her finger up Ron's asshole, of Julie sticking her whole hand up Ron's asshole as he shouted in pain, beating his cock.
Terry pulled his finger out of his ass and jumped off the bed. He opened his dresser drawer and pulled out a magazine from under his shorts. He turned to a familiar page, his favorite page. There, in living color, was a picture of a girl who resembled Lindy Travis. She was sitting on a stool with her legs spread wide. Her pussy was pulled open by her fingers and cum was dripping out of the folds. On each side of her stood a good-looking young man. The one on her right had his cock resting against her shoulder, a drop of cum still on the tip. Terry imagined he had just fucked the girl, since his cock was very red and swollen. And to her left stood a guy-with his cock stuffed down her throat. Cum was streaming out of the corner of her mouth and there were tears in her eyes.
He stared at the picture a moment, then set it on the floor and stooped down in front of it. He moved his hand down under his asshole and pushed his finger up into it again this time as far as it would go. He wriggled it around and gasped. He looked at the girl-the huge cock stuffed in her beautiful soft mouth, breaking her jaw, filling her throat with jism-and took his cock in his hand and started pulling on it, making sure to aim it away from the magazine. He didn't want to get cum on the picture.
He felt his temperature rising. The baby powder he had sprinkled on his dick had dissolved with his sweat now and the odor that rose from his loins was light, scented. He moved his finger in his asshole and stared at the girl's pussy and the white cum was dripping out of her. There was some on the floor in front of her and her pubic hair was covered with it. He saw the big huge red cock just hanging there against her shoulder, dribbling the last of its cum down her naked breast, making its way down to her hard nipple.
He wished it was his cock in her mouth, his cock in Lindy Travis' mouth. He wanted to look at a cunt after he had come in it. He wanted to watch his load pour out of the lips of a beautiful steaming girl's pussy. He wanted to slap his cock against a girl's naked breast-oh, how he wished it could be Lindy!-and watch the cum trickle down her tit till it covered his nipple. Then he'd lick it off-he always wondered what cum tasted like-and he'd kiss her and let her taste it in his mouth ...
He pumped on his cock furiously. "Julie, Lindy, Ron," he moaned, because all three people jumped through his brain-they were naked, fucking, sucking, begging for him-and he shoved his finger in and out of his asshole, fucking himself as he stooped there on the floor in front of the glossy magazine.
"Come, come!" he shouted. His record was playing over and over again in the other room. His mind was filled with a montage of images-sexual images-on stage in front of millions of screaming teenage girls and boys, getting an erection that they all could plainly see, seeing Ron fucking Julie, watching as Julie sucked his cock, seeing Lindy spreading her cunt after he had fucked her ...
He held his dick tight in his hand and fell onto his back and rolled from his head to his ass as the spurts shook him and great wads of cum shot from the tip of his young cock. He moved the finger around and around in his hot little asshole and moaned deep in his throat as the orgasm rocked his entire body. He pumped his hand again and again till it was covered with sticky white fluid, and then he let go and let it flop to his stomach, sticking in the wetness there. Finally he pulled his finger out of his ass and. rubbed the juice all over his balls and rolled over on his side.
He looked down at the picture and then closed his eyes. Why do I think those things about Ron and Julie? He could understand his attraction to Lindy-the famous girl who he'd never met, the girl who promised to become everything her mother had been-but why the sexual connection with Ron and Julie? He didn't want to know the answer He got up, put the magazine away, and took another shower, careful this time not to wet his hair. He hated drying his hair more than anything in the world.
Just as he got into bed to watch Dick Cavett, the phone rang. "Yeah?" he said.
"Terry, this is Ron."
"HI, Ron."
"Were you asleep"
Terry reached over and turned the TV down. "No, I was just gonna doze off."
"I called to tell you I think the record's going to go. Talked to the VP at Wonderland Records, and it looks like they've agreed to push it."
Terry's eyes grew bigger. "Great! Fantastic"
"And tomorrow night s a party for Lindy Travis. She's off to Vegas for a week of rehearsal before her act opens and we thought we'd give her a little send-off. Time the two of you met."
Terry's heart was beating faster. "What time?"
"Nine. Dress to kill-there'll be a lot of photographers and press, if I can do anything about it."
"Great, Ron."
"How's the dance lessons?"
"Fine, fine; Great." Terry didn't know what to say. Lindy Travis-finally!
"Take care, li'l fucker. See ya tomorrow. Oh, Julie sends her love."
"'Bye, Ron ..."
Terry set the receiver down and clicked off the TV. Jesus Christ! He couldn't wait. He got up and looked in his closet and spent twenty minutes deciding what to wear to the Feldman's party. Okay, the patchwork shirt and the pleated rust pants. Clothes-conscious Terry. He climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to his neck, and clicked out the light.
He fell asleep thinking erotic thoughts about Lindy Travis. It beat warm milk and cookies.
Chapter Four
Lindy Travis arrived at the party precisely when Ron and Julie had advised her-late. Everyone was there, waiting, drinking, being cute and happy, smiling and pretending not to despise one another, which most of them did. Show business is not the most loving business in the world.
"Everyone, attention!"
No one heard. Ron tried again, louder. "EVERYONE, ATTENTION!" The roar of the crowd subsided and heads turned to look at him. "Ladies and gentlemen, the guest of honor, no longer the daughter of Susan Travis, but a star in her own right. Miss Lindy Travis!"
Applause. Honest enthusiasm, because if they loved her mother, they were ready to love her. The door opened and Lindy appeared, dressed in a long black dress, simple and very very elegant. Gerry, the dancer and her latest companion, escorted her.
She made her entrance.
Terry Peerce had been the star of the party up to that point, arriving also-as the Feldmans had indicated-early. He gave press interviews, had his picture taken with a few other famous people who were there, and had been circulating all the time, pushing his sweet-innocence-and-sex mixture, playing the cute boy to everyone there, hoping to help sow the seeds of a career. He talked a lot about his record and Ron impressed all present with the fact that Wonderland was going to release it as a single.
But when Lindy entered, she was the envy of everyone, including Terry Peerce. He'd never seen a picture of her that captured her beauty. He thought she was much more attractive than her mother had been, and he stood there in awe-or was it lust?-as she entered the room. He saw the guy with her and felt a tinge of jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel anything at that point, but it was there, inside him.
Julie and Ron soon steered Lindy through the crowd, all but ignoring Lindy's escort, till she stood face to face with the good-looking young singer they had told her about. "Lindy, meet Terry Peerce," Julie said.
"Hi," Lindy said softly, smiling.
"I've been wanting to meet you since I can remember. Hello!" Terry said, truly excited.
"I hear you're the new David Cassidy." Julie put her hand on his shoulder. She liked the way he looked.
"Maybe. At least, that's what Ron tells me," Terry laughed, glancing at Ron's smiling face.
Terry saw that Lindy giggled, understanding the bond they already shared by being the Feldmans' two newest and hottest properties. But there was a difference, so they both believed Ron and Julie were real, honest, and really cared about them. There was some love involved, and they weren't going to be exploited for making a buck. They really believed it.
Ron turned and called to the press people, and the cameras came rushing over. Someone stuck a drink in Terry's hand, and pulled one out of Lindy's. Ron pulled Gerry away-from Lindy, asking him to bring Julie an appetizer from the other side of the room to get rid of him. Then Lindy and Terry held hands and looked at each other and smiled huge ultra-bright smiles.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Flashbulbs went off and Ron and Julie stood there, glowing, along with everyone else in the room. Here they were, the two newcomers, ready to enter the big wonderful hateful world that was lights and glamour and glitter and success ... and a whole lot of shit. But the shit was worth it. The other rewards were worth it.
Terry and Lindy didn't have much time to talk during the affair, but they planned-promised-to meet before Lindy flew to Vegas with her act. They shook on it-and Terry felt his cock twitching in his shorts when their hands touched and their eyes met.
Gerry dropped Lindy at her apartment. He'd borrowed a friend's car for the evening, and had to get it back. She wanted him to stay-she felt hot, excited, sexy. The booze and the glory of the party had taken their effect, but she wanted to make love. On the drive home she had reached over to play with Gerry's cock, but he swerved, just missing another car, so she had stopped. A feel wasn't worth getting cracked up in an auto wreck.
Lindy locked her door and sat down on her bed. She loved everything about it-she knew it now, really knew it. She had been the center of attention, the person the party was for, the person the fans scream for, the star! Now she knew was all about, what her mother had been about There was nothing else like it, and the taste of it-even the small party this night-was a good one. It encouraged her to reach for more.
She didn't know what to do. She turned on the TV, but found only talk shows and a movie she'd seen-twelve times and had bated eleven of them. She tried the stereo, but found the music boring. She'd never felt this excited before. She couldn't stop thinking of Vegas, the crowds, her name in front of the hotel in bright shining light. She thought of Terry Peerce-she didn't know what it was about him, but she was turned onto him.
She sat and looked out on the street, watching the lights of the cars flashing through the night. She felt cold, but inside she was hot. She took off her clothes and put on her long robe. She looked out the window again, rubbing her hands over her breasts. Why didn't Gerry come up? She knew it wasn't a matter of getting that car back He could have come up for a quick fuck, as he'd done before. He'd been pissed off because everyone ignored him at the party, but after all, he had come as her escort. Shit.
She finally opened the dresser drawer and took out a Librium. Maybe it would have a calming effect. She had rehearsal tomorrow and she had to get some sleep. Maybe she should masturbate-but that was such a bore! Shit.
There was a knock at the door. Lindy jumped up, her eyes flashing, and called out, "Gerry?"
"Ron," the voice said.
Ron? What the hell was Ron doing there at three in the goddamn morning?
She opened the door. Ron winked at her and walked into the room, a bit smashed. He sat on the couch and loosened his tie. "I hoped you'd be alone."
Lindy closed the door. She wondered if anything had happened, if something were wrong. "Where ... where's Julie?"
Ron laughed. "She found some cunt at the party she wanted."
Lindy honestly wanted to believe she had heard him wrong. "What? You must be kidding ..."
Ron pulled his tie off and dropped it on the coffee table. "Julie Feldman, my wife, is down in the East Village right now, sucking on a dark-haired girl's pussy. And that's the truth." He laughed again and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Lindy stumbled across the room and fell into a chair Okay, she'd been around, she knew her mother had even had a woman lover for a time, but this was a shock. If anyone had seemed like the ideal married professional couple, it was Ron and Julie.
"Don't look so stunned. Julie likes girls. And boys too. She fucks anything. And everything." He had his shirt open to his waist and was taking his jacket off.
"I don't understand ..."
"Lindy, baby, it's call bisexuality. It's in the dictionary, in case you ..."
She cut him off sharply "Ron, I'm not an idiot. I started saying I don't understand why you came here. Why aren't you home?"
"Because I like girls, too. I-like you. And I want to luck you. How's that for honesty?" He threw his jacket on the floor and opened his sleeves.
Lindy stared at him with wide eyes. Man, here she'd been wandering around the apartment, her pussy practically dripping with desire, and a guy showed up ready to stick it into her. But it was Ron! Why Ron? That made it strange, weird. What would happen to their relationships? She knew she wanted him. Would he tell Julie? She had always found him attractive. Would. Julie try seducing her, now that Lindy knew she was a lesbian? Ron really was a good-looking guy, maybe he'd dig her body and they could have a thing. What if Gerry had a change of heart and showed up? Ron looked good, very good, with his shirt off ...
"Look, I'm drunk and you're naked under that robe," Ron said, zipping his pants-down, "and I'm getting a super hard-on thinking about what I'm gonna see once you open it. So do it."
Fuck it, Lindy figured. The hell with Gerry, relationships, people, Julie. She pulled the belt and opened her robe. She spread her legs and sat facing him, virtually naked. His eyes opened and he reached inside his pants.
"You're beautiful," Ron mumbled.
"Let me see what you look like," Lindy muttered, feeling her passion rising again as he moved his hand around in his pants. Then he pulled out his huge cock and held it up in front of him. She gasped and stood up, dropping the robe down to the chair.
Ron looked at her-never taking his eyes from her for a second-as he pulled his pants and shoes and socks off. Then he flung his undershorts over his shoulder and stood facing her. "In the bedroom?" he asked.
"Yes," Lindy responded, reaching out to touch his long thick cock. It was as full as Gerry's at the base, but much longer. She shuddered to think how it would feel deep inside her twat.
She led him to the bedroom.
They fell onto the bed, rolling in a passionate embrace for a minute, then lying there to look at each other's body, probing and finding, experimenting with the special new thing each had been desiring.
"You're incredible, Lindy," Ron said as his fingers inched along her thigh. He leaned back on the mattress and looked down at her slim ivory hand as it moved up his abdomen and slid back down to fondle his crotch. His cock was swollen and he was hornier than he had ever been when he had been drunk. If only Terry Peerce could be here, too, he thought.
She never really grabbed his cock. She kept teasing the flesh around it, over his balls, in his pubic hair. He knew, she wanted him desperately, he had seen it in her eyes weeks ago. She was crying out for a father, a father-image, the thing she'd been deprived of her entire life. Oh sure, she'd had more "fathers" than most people on earth, and a few of her mother's lovers had called themselves her father even though they weren't lucky enough actually to marry the famous Susan Trays. What Lindy needed was a man who could play daddy-and fuck her at the same time.
Ron reached out and traced intricate patterns across her breasts. They seemed swollen, as if with milk and he longed to suck on them. He leaned over and buried his face in her jugs with a strangled cry of passion and lusty booze-ridden love. If-she needed a father, he looked for daughters and Sons. Lindy and Terry. His little girl and little boy. He'd take care of them. But one at a time ...
Her two round boobs were covered by his hands as he started to suck on them, licking her nipples with his long, thick, agile tongue.
"It tickles, but nice," she whispered, stretching out on the mattress as he lapped between her breasts. They slid around under his fingers, the nipples hard and firm and hot.
At the same time, Lindy found his cock as if it were her salvation. She grabbed it hard in her hand, gripping the tip tightly, and then moved her face to his chest and sucked on his nipples. She quickly moved her face to his ear and sucked there, blowing into it as she squirmed beneath him. He was being driven crazy with erotic delight.
"We need each other, baby. Fuck Julie, let her have the bitch. Let her eat pussy. I'll eat you any day," Ron muttered, licking against her neck.
Lindy didn't really listen. She didn't want to think that this. was happening because Ron wanted to get back at his wife. She desperately needed to believe that he was doing what he was doing because he wanted to, because he really desired her body and loved her-for herself alone.
Ron wrenched her legs apart and dived down, stretching out in front of her, his tongue seeking out the very pit of pleasure. He scraped his lips and the edges of his teeth across her golden-haired pussy, the hairs clinging together, thick curling ringlets damp with her own sweet young womanly fluids.
"Ron, Ron, I love you ... " Her cunt was already swollen, ready, waiting. It was ringed by two prominent lips, wet with her passion, ready for his cock. He started forcing them far apart with his tongue, lapping her, eating her out, searching for her clitoris.
When he found the large and overdeveloped clitoris that lay hidden inside Lindy's hairy muff, he began to tremble, feeling his juices. filling his balls. He sucked the thumb-like appendage up between his lips, chewing on it as she automatically pushed her hips forward, slamming-her cunt in his face.
His tongue was working like a piston as Lindy shifted position, spreading, her legs as wide apart as possible. Ron got his mouth into place, glued it against her cunt, and kept sucking for all he was worth. And when she raised her legs up the very sight of her pink naked ass began to drive him insane with desire.
"Yes, suck on it! Ron, please, it's all yours, every bit of it!" Her fingers searched out his gigantic cock, grabbing the head again. Suddenly she dropped her feet and screwed herself around on the bed. She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Holy Christ!" Ron said, as he watched the beautiful girl going down on him. He figured-rightly-that she hadn't done this much before, but she was a fast study. Man, his cock was aching in a minute as her lips caressed and loved the tip of his huge dick.
Lindy couldn't contain herself. She kept sucking, forcing more and more of his meat down into her throat. She wasn't happy till it banged against the back of her throat, forcing her to stop and catch her breath.
She sucked on him till he couldn't stand it any longer-he was ready to come. He pulled her head off his dick and brought her face to his and kissed her hard on her wet, red lips. She wrapped her arms around him and moved into position.
"Ron, do it to me! Please, fill me with love! Fuck-me like you fuck Julie!" She flopped back on the mattress, the sheets rumpled beneath her. She moved one hand to her cunt and began to finger herself as he watched in fascination. In a second her hard clitoris was exposed to his gaze, and she worked it in her fingers, tweaking it and stroking it.
"Please do it," she begged again, exposing more and more of her pussy as the lips flowered open of their own accord, dilating violently, rapidly. Her hole looked large and inviting, dark and exciting. He moved into place. He was ready.
Lindy took hold of his cock and stuffed it down into place. He looked down between them and groaned loudly is the head of his thick weapon pushed into her vulva, pressing down against her clit The widely separated lips of her snatch opened even more in order to accommodate his thick tool, He held himself in place.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered over and over. She had never been this excited, never been this overt Her eyes were glazed over and she felt the Librium working, relaxing her into a dreamy kind of sexual haze. "Fuck me, Ron. Shove your cock in me and flick me!"
He didn't hesitate for a second. With one fast and furious lunge forward, Ron Feldman stuffed his cock up Lindy's cunt. He penetrated her hard as she lifted her legs, stuffing every inch of his long cock into her.
She met him with a great thrust that left her breathless and started meeting his strokes, knowing by the size of his cock that he wasn't like anyone she'd ever had before-even Gerry.
The dancer may have been thick, but he sure wasn't long. Ron was incredible!
Ron's nuts whacked against her upturned asshole He groaned and slammed into her hard, pushing her down into the mattress, panting.
"More, more," she breathed. "Fuck me good, daddy! Fuck me like a good terrible daddy!"
Her cunt was warm and tight and she clung to him-with wild delight as he finally managed to pound all of his dick into her with each stroke. He humped her hard, clinging to her in his own kind of frenzied desperation.
His desire was like a hunger and it kept building up the more he plowed into her, his strokes quick and penetrating, banging against the very entrance to her womb. He heard her cat behind him, sitting on the window ledge, watching, twitching its nose, purring loudly. He slammed into her with all of his weight, pressing her down hard-as he rubbed hip chest across her body, stimulating her boobs as well as her pussy He felt the hairy root of his dong grinding down against her muff and her stiff thick clit scraped against his cockahaft, wildly stimulated.
His heavy nuts were hitting between the cheeks of her ass, dangling down, rotund and filled with fresh unreleased cum. He was getting ready to shoot, to spurt right into her hole-Lindy felt her climax nearing, approaching rapidly as her daddy, her press agent, her pal, Ron, kept stroking his huge wonderful cock into her pussy. "I'm going to make it," she whispered, her eyes red and glazed and unfocussed.
"You're gonna make it, baby. We're gonna make it!" Ron slammed his cock into her as she wrapped her legs around his back.
She felt herself getting ready and she concentrated on the moment of impending pleasure, tossing and turning beneath him. She angled herself back and forth so that the head of his dick hit against, one wall of her cunt and then another. "Come with me.! PLEASE, RON!" she screamed out into the dark room.
Then it happened. Almost simultaneously, the two of them began to come. Ron stroked into her, and as the head of his cock hit against the back of her cunt he felt his nuts tighten and push up inside his sac. His jism soared up and he kept shivering, feeling chills and hot flashes as his orgasm swept through his body and-pumped out into her womb.
He was in ecstasy, sobbing along with her, the two of them thrashing about on the mattress. His juices boiled over and he began to pour his hot load all along the walls of her pussy. Cum leaked out of her cunt lips and ran down along her hot little asshole.
He wasn't the only one in ecstasy. "Yes, come in me, more, more! Fill me! Oh fuck! Ron! FUCK!" She shouted and screamed and whimpered finally, her own abundant cunt juices flowing down the overheated walls of her straining pussy.
They clung, to each other as long as they could as Ron kept shooting his load, coming for all he was worth. They rolled on their sides and stopped moving, letting his cock rest in the mushy hot wetness that was her cunt. The cat jumped on the bed and settled at their feet, making not a gourd. Lindy sighed and closed her eyes. They both were sweating.
When he pulled his tool out of her pussy, the last drops of semen dripped out of the head, and he slowly pulled it out of her young and beautiful hole. It glistened with their discharge and fell against her thigh.
"I just fucked Lindy Travis," Ron said, a bit sobered now, having accomplished what was a kind of purge for him.
"Lindy Travis just loved it," Lindy Travis said.
And at the same moment, in the dark big-city morning, Julie Feldman had her arms around a sleeping girl in the East Village, as Ron had guessed.
And, not far away, Terry Peerce slept. With an erection. He was dreaming, of course, about Lindy Travis.
Chapter Five
Terry had just finished showering when the doorbell rang. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the living room. "Who's there?"
"Julie."
Terry smiled and opened the door. "Hi, you just about caught me in the shower."
Julie entered the apartment. "Well, I could have scrubbed your back," she grinned, and Terry laughed. "I brought some contracts for you to sign."
"Great. Listen, sit down and I'll only be a minute. Gotta dry my hair." Terry went into the bedroom.
Julie sat down and took the papers she had brought out of her briefcase. She could hear the electric sound of the air brush drying Terry's shaggy hair. The sight of him in his nakedness had excited her. She especially liked the bulge in the towel, and hoped she had made that evident.
But she hadn't-Terry had been oblivious to her stare. But now, as he sat with his legs crossed in front of the floor-length mirror, erotic dreams began popping into his head-a beautiful woman, Julie-and he suddenly became very conscious of the fact that he was dressed only in a pair of jockey shorts, and in the next room was a fully clothed woman, one who attracted him.
Shit, man, I gotta stop thinking about-sex! It was becoming an obsession even when-he wasn't masturbating. Every thought somehow had sexual connotations, every action brought a desire, every feeling stimulated something deep within him, deep within that part of him that was now becoming full and erect.
"Looks like a neat dryer," Julie said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
Terry looked up startled. "Oh, yeah. It's an air brush. Five hundred watts and it blows like crazy."
Julie smirked out of the corner of her mouth.
"Blows Like crazy, uh?"
"Um, yeah!" Terry laughed, getting the double meaning, but not knowing if he was supposed to. There he sat, almost naked, with his cock half-hard and his hair dry. He was afraid to get up-she'd see his erection-so he kept blowing and combing his hair.
Julie sat on the bed. "I like your apartment. Cozy. Warm. Comfortable bed."
"Yeah." He started to shake: He had to turn off the fucking hair dryer or his he would burn up! Click. The room went silent as Terry turned around to face Julie. "Well, what is it I have to sign?"
"Picture releases, and a contract to do a commercial for a bank-pushing checking accounts for teens." Julie lifted her feet to the bed and curled them under her. Terry noticed how beautiful her legs were, how perfectly shaped.
"Great," he said, running a brush through his hair.
"You look wonderful," Julie said sensually.
"I always look good right after I dry my hair. Ten minutes later, I look like shit."
"I wonder," Julie said softly. Her tone, her whole manner, was suddenly overtly sexual. She looked like a cat, ready to pounce. The great female with her prey, the young male, excited and ready and frightened.
Terry was shaking He had been alone with Julie before, sure he had-in conference rooms, dealing with business, even at her apartment-but never in his bedroom. No woman, no girl had ever been in his apartment What the hell was he supposed to do?
He stood up. Fuck it, she'll just have to see my cock. He stood up and walked to the closet and grabbed his faded jeans. Just as he was about to step into them he heard Julie say, "Don't."
Terry turned, one foot in the pants, bending slightly. He stared into her eyes without asking a question, because no words were needed. Julie smiled and brushed her hand through her hair and called him to her.
"Don't be afraid, Terry baby, just come over here Mama wants to see something ..."
Terry dropped his jeans and walked slowly to the bed Julie reached up and ran her fingertips along the elastic waistband of his shorts. She tugged on each side till they fell down to expose his pubic hair, His cock was fully erect, practically ripping-the-white cotton material. "Julie, I don't ... "
"Shit, honey, you just relax. Mama's going to show you what's nice.!" She sat up on the bed and flipped her hair back over her shoulders. Terry stood in front of her, trembling with excitement and fear.
"Spread your legs a little and turn around," she said.
He obeyed. His ass faced her, and his legs were parted on the floor. He could feel her breathing against the small of his back. What was she going to do?
Julie pulled his shorts down just enough so that she could see the top of the crack of his ass. His skin was smooth and soft, young and male. She kissed him there and he sighed, half in surprise and half in pleasure. Then she bit his shorts, taking the elastic band in her teeth, and pulled them down over his buttocks. His strong-muscled ass faced her like a mirror. She looked at it and ran her hands lovingly over it, and then pushed the cheeks apart. She could see the red puckered little hole with the dark hairs surrounding it. She brought her face close- closer-and darted her tongue against the nub and quickly flicked it back.
"Oh, God!" Terry exclaimed. My asshole! How did she know! What made her go to my asshole first?
She started applying kisses to his ass cheeks, biting them, licking them, wetting them. At the same time she forced her legs-together-slightly and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. When he stepped out of them, she pushed his legs far apart, as far as they would reach, and ran her fingers down under his balls, tickling them, pulling the hairs, caressing them with her palm.
Terry was going crazy. He thought he'd faint, because the room was spinning and his head was a mass of conflicting emotions. He was scared, he knew what was happening was wrong, he worried about their relationship in the future, he loved what she was doing, he'd wanted something like it for as long as he could remember and he wanted it to go on for hours!
Julie buried her beautiful face between the cheeks of his ass He bent forward slightly, Instinctively, just as he'd done when he put his fingers up his ass while standing in the shower. He remembered once toe when he had shoved a marking pen up his ass, bending over his desk. Now his agent's beautiful tongue was forcing his asshole open and she was lubricating-it with her warm and loving saliva. He shivered and shook and moaned loud. He was in sheer ecstasy He knew if anything touched his cock he'd shoot off immediately.
Julie finally pulled her face back and said, "Ummm, tastes good ... bath oil?"
Terry moaned in affirmation. He was too excited to talk. He wanted more, more of the tingling wonderful sensation of another person's mouth kissing him on his sweet asshole. He bent forward, touching his toes, Julie could see the head of his cock from under his balls-much bigger than she had anticipated-and she moved closer to his spread asshole again. "You like it, baby, huh?"
"Yes, yes, Julie," Terry said.
"Want more, honey?"
"Please, yes, suck on my asshole!"
Julie planted her mouth over his steaming asshole with a hard, sucking kiss. She forced the lips guarding his anal slot open and shoved her tongue up him. She was wild with passion now-her tits were bard and her pussy was quivering and spilling out juice between her legs-and she went at his asshole with all the force she had.
"Oh, God! Julie, fuck me with your tongue! Yes, don't stop, please!" Terry's hair flipped down over his head as he looked at the floor. Then he looked up between his legs to see her breasts protruding from the top of her dress. The bed bounced as she smashed her face back and forth against his ass.
Then she pulled back, afraid he'd come like that, and he stood up, panting.
"Your asshole excites you?" she asked, knowing the answer.
Terry nodded.
"You like to get fucked?" He didn't quite know what she meant. "I ... I like to put my finger up my ass when I heat off." He blushed. He'd never been so honest in his life-especially-with a woman!
"Bend over, baby and let me fingerfuck you a little ... "
He couldn't believe it! He turned his head and looked to see if she was kidding.
"Please, I'd like to," she said softly, purring like a cat.
"Holy Jesus," Terry mumbled in complete disbelief in the entire situation. It had to be a dream. It couldn't really be happening.
"Bend over, Terry," Julie said, and the boy obeyed. He touched the floor again and then got back up, bending only halfway this time. He reached back and held his ass cheeks apart and felt Julie licking his asshole to get it good and wet again. Then he felt her cold long finger touch him there and he held his breath. His cock stood at attention and his balls grew tight. He looked sideways in the mirror and saw Julie's hand, with one finger extended, pointing directly at his buttocks.
Then he watched the finger slowly move into him. He felt the anal orifice being forced open as Julie's finger slid up his asshole easily, slowly, beautifully. He took a deep breath and then gasped when her long finger was completely buried up his asshole.
"Julie, I can't stand it!"
"Hurt, baby?"
"NO! I love it! Fuck me, please," Terry said as he flexed the muscles in his anal canal. She started moving her finger in and out and with the other hand reached under and grabbed his balls and. fondled them.
"Nice big balls, not as big as Ron's, but nice and heavy," she whispered, watching her finger slide in and out of his hot tight clasping male asshole. "Don't come, baby, I want to take it ..." She kept her finger working till she knew he was going to shoot-so she stopped, leaving her finger all the way up his hole.
Terry stood up straight, locking her finger in his tight buttocks. His cock stood out in front of him and he looked down at it-the head was covered with a bubble of premature cum-and resisted grabbing it. He was on the brink of orgasm and he had to tell himself not to let go.
"Turn around, honey, lift one leg up so. I can keep my finger up your sweet ass," Julie commanded, and Terry started to twist on her finger, lifting one leg high over her head, finally facing her. Julie's hand was between his legs, her finger burled deep within him, and with the other hand she grabbed the base of his cock and pointed the big swollen tip to her lips.
"Oh, Julie," Terry moaned, seeing her beautiful face only inches from his hot dick.
"Look at that nice juice coming out, WOW!" Julie said, and then with a fast fuck of her tongue licked the head of his dick, tasting his cream in her mouth. She kept her lips about an inch from it-he wanted her to take him, to suck him, to pull it down her throat-waiting for the huge spurt that she knew was coming. His balls were tight and his cockhead looked as if it were about to burst.
"Julie, please suck my cock! I'm going to come!" Terry was desperate-he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Come, baby, come!" Julie said.
"Please take it ... I'M COMING!"
"SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!" Julie screamed, looking directly at his huge cockhead.
"AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH HOLY FUCK!" Terry yelled into the air and closed his eyes, jerking his head back.
Julie saw it happen, close-up. The slit in his cock split apart and a huge wad of white fired directly at her, hitting her on the forehead. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her face against his cock as spurt after spurt of cum shot from the tip. It covered her eyes and cheeks and finally she got it into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could as the cum continued to flow, swallowing as much of it as she could.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Terry gasped, looking down again, watching his cock embedded in her face, feeling his balls shooting his jism into her throat. Her face was covered with white liquid-her eyes were glued with it and-a dribble ran down over her cheek, down her neck and onto her dress. She was bathed in his pent-up young cum.
"Oh Julie, Julie," he whispered as she sucked on his softening cock. It was over, the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he felt as if the world had collapsed. He wanted to fall over, to faint, to roll off into the sky. It had been too amazing for words, and he still couldn't comprehend the reality of the situation. His agent, Ron's wife, a woman old enough to be his mother, had entered his bedroom and sucked him off with her finger up his ass.
And it was still there. Just as he shot, she wiggled it a little, sending electricity through his body. Now she was sliding it out slowly, carefully. He lifted One leg-and the tip of her finger popped from his asshole. Then she let his cock drop from her mouth. He looked down at her. Her face was still covered with cum. She smiled.
"I'll ... I'll get you a washcloth," he said, starting to turn.
"Give me your undershorts," Julie said Terry looked at her for a moment-surprised-and bent over and picked up his white shorts and handed them to her. She wiped her-face clean and then pressed them to her face, to her lips, and held them there for a moment.
What do I do now? Terry stood there in bewilderment. He didn't know what the hell to say or to do. Should he put his clothes on? Did she want more? Did she want him to make love to her? He was more frightened now then he had been when drying his hair in front of the mirror.
"You have a fantastic body I never realized," Julie murmured, reaching inside her bag for a cigarette.
"I think I'll put on my jeans," Terry said, slightly embarrassed. His cock was normal size now-he worried when it wasn't hard, because It looked small, and he knew it had no relation to how big it could get, but none the less it looked small-and he wanted to cover himself.
"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," she said, lighting the cigarette. She stood up and stared at him, front and back, smiling, nodding.
"I feel awfully silly ... " Terry started to say.
"Silly? Kid, I just gave you a blow job! And now you feel silly 'cause you're naked?" Julie let out a laugh and Terry relaxed a bit.
"What I'm thinking is that we should use more of your flesh ...
"But I ... " Terry again was cut-off.
"Wait! Okay, I don't mean a Jim Morrison number, like pulling your dick out in front of a million fans. I mean the Jagger pants, show off some cock, take your shirt off, low-slung pants so some hair shows ..."
"Julie, my ... I mean, I don't think ... " He didn't know how to put it. He wanted to tell her his cock wasn't that big, it didn't look that big in pants. A guy had once said to him. "You sure don't show a basket, but when you're hard you're incredible!" A fag had said it to him, after he had followed Terry into a public rest room. Terry had gone into a stall and started masturbating, unaware of the guy who had followed him. Just as he was ready to come, the guy jumped up on the toilet next to him and leaned over the stall and said it.
Julie looked down at Terry's cock. It was nice looking, and his balls were big, but it wasn't big. "I know what you're worried about. So you can get an erection or we'll pad your shorts!"
And with that she turned and walked out of the room. Terry shook his head and picked up his jeans and slid into them. It was all too unreal to believe.
In the living room, Julie was lying back on the couch, her skirt up on her thighs, smoking. Terry smiled and sat in the chair across from her. "Care for something to drink?" he asked.
"No, but you do," she replied.
What? He wondered what the hell she meant.
Julie hiked her skirt to expose her dark-haired, naked pussy ... She wasn't wearing underpants! All that covered her cunt was her sheer pantyhose, and her cunt lips were as clear as could be.
"Eat me. Take a drink," she said, looking up at the ceiling.
Terry's cock got hard instantly. It pressed down the leg of his jeans. Eat me! Christ, he'd never been close to that-he didn't even know what to do.
"Come here, baby," she whispered, and he got on his knees and crawled over to the sofa. She put one foot up over the back and one on the floor. Her pussy was spread under the pantyhose, directly in front of him. "Go ahead, touch it, it won't bite," she said.
Terry reached up and lightly ran his hand across her vulva. She sighed and he shook-he was wildly excited again. He fingered the lips of her pussy and then rubbed it softly with his hand.
"Mama wants a nice sucking," she purred, pressing his face closer and closer to her crotch. Finally his ups met her body and he kissed her there, tasting the sweetness of the feminine fluids which saturated her pantyhose. He looked up at her.
"I want to, Julie ..."
"Go ahead," she said, thrusting her hips up to him.
"But you're wearing ... "
"BITE THEM OFF! Eat through them!" She commanded him-he had no choice.
Terry put his lips on her thigh and bit into her pantyhose. He pulled back, and they ripped. They ran all the way up to her crotch, and left a hole where he had bit ...
"That's it, find my pussy," Julie said, pressing his face to her other thigh. He bit and pulled, bit and pulled, shredding her sheer hose all along her legs.
But there was still the seam that ran along her pussy lips-it was as if the final patch of material guarded her beautiful hot cunt-and Terry took, it in his lips and bit hard and pulled.
"Jesus!" Julie screamed as he pulled his head away with the ripping material. He had pulled out a few of her pubic hairs, but the pain only increased her excitement.
His, too. He ripped the last of the shredded nylon from her body, looked at her full, luscious cunt, and stuffed his head between her legs.
She spread farther and pushed up with her ass. She knew this was his first time, and she knew she would be a good teacher. "Do like mama says," she whispered, as he licked up and down her cunt lips, lapping like a little dog.
"Spread my pussy with your fingers," she said.
He moved his hands up and pulled her cunt open. He was fascinated-it looked just like the ones he'd seen in the books, .the red, hot, wet folds, the hard little clit, the soft velvety lips and the thick hair that surrounded it.
"Now put your tongue in and give my clitoris a good working, lightly," she ordered.
He moved to her Cunt lips, fitting his mouth there, and let his tongue slide up the warm passage. Her pussy hugged him lovingly as he searched for the hardness .of her womanly clit. At that moment, as he started toying with it with his tongue, as she moaned and sighed in pleasure, he thought about Ron-did Ron do tins to her? He wondered what it was like to see Ron and Julie making love. He wondered how big Ron's cock was compared with his. He wondered if Ron liked having Julie fingerfuck his ass, like she bad done to him. He wondered if Julie liked to get fucked in the ass. He'd seen many pictures of guys with their cocks up girls' assholes-he wondered what it would be like to put his cock up Julie's asshole.
"That's it honey, oh, that's it ... " She clawed his shoulders and pulled his hair. He was moving like an expert now-sliding his full tongue in and out of her cunt, sucking at the same time, fucking her with his mouth. He didn't need any further instruction, only a little imagination and a. little instinct. Man and women were born to fuck and suck. He really understood that now.
"Harder, Terry, harder," she moaned, pumping her hips in the air, forcing his face even farther between her legs. Terry fucked her with his tongue as he rubbed his hard cock against the bottom of the sofa. "I'm gonna come, you little doll! Jesus, Terry, I'm gonna come!"
And then Terry felt the woman's orgasm-which surprised him. She shook violently, as violently as he ever had, and kicked her feet into the air with a scream of delight. Her cunt seemed to contract and open up, again and again. He felt more liquid in his mouth, and he tasted more of the sweet fluid that ran from deep within her. She pulled his shaggy hair almost out of his head, and then suddenly let go as it was over.
Terry lifted his face. He was as wet as she had been, but he didn't care. She sat up and pulled his face to hers, and they kissed-a long, passionate, tongue-fucking kiss-and rubbed their faces together in the wetness of her orgasm. Then Terry fell back on the floor, panting. "Oh God, what an afternoon!"
"I'm gonna suck-you off again," she said, and jumped down to the floor on her hands and knees.
"Julie, you don't have to do that," Terry said, but she already was opening his pants.
"Give me that big cock of yours and I'll have it drained in thirty seconds." She pulled his dick out and went down on it in one fast move. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat and her hand pulling his big balls up out of his fly.
He pumped his hips. She stroked his dick with her lips, pulling, twisting her tongue over the head with each stroke, while her hand pumped the shaft of his long organ.
"Oh Jesus, I'm going to come ... " Terry shut his eyes and held his breath. It happened easily, softly. His cock flooded her mouth with jism and she took it all, draining him just as she had said she would, but faster than she could have expected.
He lay, there panting as she stood up and straightened her dress. "Best-tasting cum I've ever had," she said as she combed her long hair.
Terry got up and pushed his cock back in his pants. As he zipped up the fly, Julie grabbed a pen and made X's where he was to sign the documents. "Your name, please," she said with a grin.
Be signed them and she slid them into her briefcase. "I have to run, late already," she said, grabbing her purse. She didn't give Terry time to ask, anything or even say anything. He wanted to talk about what had happened, what would happen in the future, but she was already leaving ...
"I'll give you a call," she said, and then kissed him lightly on his cheek.
Terry nodded and opened the door.
"Oh," Julie said as she was walking out, "was I a better blow than the hair dryer?"
Terry couldn't answer. He stood there laughing as Julie walked down the hall.
He closed the door and looked down to his jeans. There was a big wet spot on his crotch. Then he sat on the sofa and picked up one of the pieces of Julie's pantyhose which were lying around all over the place and said, "I don't fucking believe it."
Chapter Six
Lindy Travis said exactly the same thing to herself the night before her departure for Vegas. Ron and Julie came over, took her to dinner, and went back to her apartment for drinks. When Ron went into the kitchen to get ice, Julie turned to Lindy and asked, "Did you dig fucking him?"
Lindy turned purple. She didn't know what to say.
"Ron. Did you like it?" Julie insisted, as if they were talking about the weather.
"You know?" Lindy asked, shocked.
"Of course," Julie said, lounging back on the couch.
"He told you?"
Julie nodded, her eyes . expressionless.
"My God," Lindy murmured as Ron came back into the room.
"Here's the ice," Ron said, setting the bucket down on the coffee table. "You sure put it away for a girl your age," he told Lindy, who was refilling her glass with Scotch.
"I need it!" Lindy said, throwing a secret glance at Julie, sharing their common knowledge ...
Julie and Lindy talked a bit about their plans for the next day. They would meet and go together, to the airport where Ron had scheduled a few photographers to be present. He was making the moat of this situation. Julie was going to accompany Lindy, and Ron would join them the day before the opening. He had things to get settled for Terry before he left.
"Oh, damn," Lindy said.
"What?" Ron asked. ...
"Mentioning Terry-that reminds me I haven't had a chance to call him. I promised." She truly had forgotten to call, although every night she climbed into her bed-with or without Gerry-she had thought of Terry Peerce and made a mental note to call him the next day. With all the rush and. rehearsals, she'd forgotten.
"Hey, maybe I'll bring him to Vegas. He deserves a vacation," Ron said, his eyes bright, as they always were when he had an idea for publicity.
"Yes," Julie added, equally as brightly, "it would be great for the press-couple that with the party notices and we've got a romance brewing between the two!"
"Fantastic! We can have her dedicate a song to him when she opens. That'll clinch it ..."
"Ron, let's drop a hint to one of the columns. Nothing strong, just a hint. Tomorrow."
Christ! I'm standing right here and they're talking about me as I'm some kind of damn wind-up doll! It was bad enough she had to live with the fact of having fucked Ron, and knowing that Julie was aware of the entire thing and it didn't bother her. Bother her, hell, it seemed to make her happy! But now she felt a really basic creeping dissatisfaction with the whole deal.
Oh hell, maybe it was the Scotch. Besides, she'd taken two diet pills to keep her weight down and she'd been flying all day, running through the dances like crazy, and now she was trying to cool out and she didn't dare let them see her take a Valium. Valium, hell, I need a sleeping pill to knock me out! Wake me in Vegas. I've got to get some rest!
Lindy got up. "I'll be right back," she said, and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
When she came back, Ron and Julie had strange expressions on their faces.
"What's up?" Lindy asked.
"Well, we thought ... " Ron started.
"We figured that we should have a little going-away celebration," Julie purred, slipping her shoes off.
"So I called Terry and told him to get his ass over here and say goodbye to you." Ron took his shoes off.
"At this hour?" Lindy asked, sitting down on the floor between them.
"It's only eleven-thirty. The night's young. So are you." Julie lit a cigarette. The grin on her face was one Lindy hadn't seen before. Strange ...
"Young night. Young kids. I toast the upcoming stars, Lindy and Terry!" Ron raised his glass. Julie did the same. Lindy didn't move a muscle.
In a few seconds-the silence in the room was heavy-Ron sighed, slouched in his seat, and spread his legs. As Lindy watched breathlessly with Julie looking on with a happy lusty expression, Ron pulled his huge cock from his pants and started playing with it.
"Did you suck it, Lindy?" Julie asked.
Lindy turned to her with a horrified expression. "How can you ask such a thing?"
"Hey, Lindy, don't get upset. Sex is something we all share, that's all. It's not business, it's pleasure. And what's worse than all business and ho pleasure?" Ron's cock was getting hard.
"I don't ... I don't understand this!" Lindy protested, putting her hands at the sides of her head.
"Sure you do, darling," Julie whispered, touching Lindy's forehead. "We love you and care about you and want you to share everything with us. Don't you feel the same way?"
"Yes, but not about ... "
"Come on, Lindy, cut the shit!" Ron said sharply. "What the hell were you doing that night, kicking your feet in the air as you screamed out for my cock?"
"I didn't!"
"Yes, you did!" Ron was opening his pants more now, pulling them down to his thighs.
"Did you suck his dick?!" Julie asked, getting turned on watching the girl pretending to be upset-actually, Lindy was upset, but they didn't believe it-and seeing her husband playing with his huge tool across from her.
Lindy shuddered and then looked up at Ron's cock. She had to admit that it was irresistible.
"A little," she said softly, and then closed her eyes Tarry! What would Terry think-why did they have to involve him?
"Give me a little sucking now, huh?" Ron asked.
Lindy flashed a look at Julie. The woman nodded slowly, eager to see the pretty girl go down on Ron's cock.
"I don't know," Lindy muttered, taking the last of her drink down into her hot stomach.
"Oh, come on. Your mom used to be called the best cocksucker in town!" Ron said it sharply, quickly.
There was a moment of silence. Lindy glared at him. She wasn't mad because he'd desecrated the good name of her mother-the truth was, Susan Travis had been the best damn cocksucker in the world-but because he was comparing her with the famous dead woman. And Lindy wanted to beat her mother in everything. Sucking cock included. I'll show you!
In a flash, Lindy was on her knees between Ron's legs, pulling his pants down and off his body. Then his shorts, and his socks. He pushed his ass forward till his balls hung over the edge of the couch and held his dick gut, pointing directly at her face.
She stared at him with venom in her eyes. "You'll see who sucks cock!" she said.
She was determined-especially since she'd never really sucked cock in her life! Yes, she'd had dicks in her mouth, Ron's included, but as for really giving a good blow job, she didn't know from shit. But she'd learn, right now, on this huge tool, between the hairy legs, above the gigantic hairy throbbing balls, in front of the woman who, herself, was probably one of the best oralists in the world!
Lindy slammed her head down on his dick till it pushed into her throat. And she kept it there, for as long as she could stand it, rubbing her hands over his balls, feeling the cockhead growing in her throat.
"Not a bad start," Julie said softly. Lindy couldn't see, but Julie was standing up now, taking off her clothes. Lindy couldn't see anything but Ron Feldman's pubic hairs. And, at this wild and daring moment, they were the most beautiful things in the world.
"Suck me, baby! Suck me good and hard and make me come!" Ron shoved his hips upwards, forcing his cock even deeper into her throat. She couldn't take it-she pulled off and grabbed his dick in her hands.
She pulled it down between his legs and started kissing it. She actually kissed it, with little smacking noises, licking the tip over and over, especially between the slit and around the ridge. It was purple, and the thick shaft was lined with bulging veins. She hadn't seen it be-fore in such bright light. It was incredible, beautiful, and she was hungry for it.
"Take him, beautiful, take him all down," Julie chanted. She had stripped down to her panties by now.
Ron glanced up at her and said, "Far fucking out, my darling," with a look of sarcasm. He knew Julie would just as well have the girl sucking between her legs. But there would be time for that later.
Julie moved her hands down to the base of Ron's cock and put her lips back over the tip. She moved down slowly, wiping the tip with her tongue as she forced the tightness down as far as possible. Then her mouth filled with saliva and, stroking his cock with her hands, she moved her head up and down, taking him in rhythm, feeling the hard manly shaft running, over her teeth and tongue and the roof of her mouth.
"Do it, baby! Do it!" Ron said, bringing his legs up on the couch. His asshole was visible now, and Lindy brought her fingers around and played with it, rubbing it, rubbing his balls, driving him wild.
Julie came over to them and knelt down next to Lindy. The girl paid no attention; she was lost in a frenzy of cocksucking and she wanted desperately to taste Ron's cum. She wanted to feel it filling her mouth. She wondered what it would taste like. She wondered how much of it there would be. She wondered how soon it would happen ...
"Do it good, baby! You're fantastic!" Ron was in ecstasy. Lindy was doing as good as Ron had ever been done, and her face was beaded with sweat and her eyes were full of a fiery passion that drove him on.
Julie reached over and started fondling Ron's balls along with Lindy, and then she put one hand out and grabbed Lindy's left breast and held it tight. Lindy glanced her way and registered that the woman was completely nude, but kept sucking on Ron's dick. She was addicted now, driven, crazed.
"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna fuck your mouth, you little bitch!" Ron pumped his ass on the couch and held his breath. He felt the cream coming up his shaft.
Lindy lifted her head from his cock. Her entire face was covered with saliva and sweat. "Better than Mom?" she asked out loud, and went back down on his dick.
"BETTER THAN ANYONE! FUCK!" Ron Shouted and arched his hips again. He wanted to hold off longer but he knew he had gone too far. He was going to shoot in a second.
Julie started breathing hard, holding her husband's balls and Lindy's hard young breast.
And then the doorbell rang. Lindy didn't pay any attention and Ron didn't even hear it ring. Julie shouted, "COME IN!"
"I'm COMING!" Ron screamed as the door opened.
"DO IT BABY! SUCK HIS CUM!" Julie yelled.
And Terry Peerce stood there, frozen, in a state of shock. He gasped and took a step back.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCHRIST!" Ron yelled and collapsed back into the chair His load started pouring into the beautiful girl's mouth.
Terry turned and started out the door, walking as if he were in his sleep.
"Come here, Terry," Julie screamed, and jumped up and, grabbed him. She slammed the door and pushed him over to Ron and Julie, forcing him down on his knees so he would see the cum that was running down the girl's chin.
Ron's cock was exploding shot after shot of jism into Lindy's mouth, and she was choking trying to swallow all of it. It ran out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin onto the floor. She had tears in her eyes and she wasn't aware that anyone else had entered the room. She was lost in a new world of sexual excitement. The cream tasted sweet, thick, good. She wanted it all, to lick it and, swallow it and bathe her body in it.
Terry knelt there, in his blue jacket and jeans, his eyes all but bulging out of his head. Ron was naked from the waist down, his cock stuffed inside Lindy's mouth, and Julie stood there, naked, watching. He couldn't believe it. And his cock was as hard as could be, bursting his pants. He'd never imagined something like this would be happening!
Finally Ron pulled back and his huge dick dropped from Lindy's mouth. She sat there with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. She wiped the cum from her lips. Then she opened her eyes and said, "Oh, Terry ..."
Terry felt a sudden fear run through him. He guessed it-Lindy didn't know he was there, and she wasn't pleased that he had been invited. He thought at first it was because She didn't like him-hell, she had promised to call and hadn't done it-but then he realized it was because Lindy felt embarrassed.
"Do you ... do you people do this regularly?" he asked.
Ron and Julie broke up into laughter. Lindy suddenly started crying, jumped up, and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door.
"What did I say?" Terry asked.
"Nothing, baby, nothing," Julie said, tugging on his jacket.
Ron just watched, as his cock started to hang softly between his legs.
Terry stood up as Julie took his jacket. "I didn't mean to ..."
"Listen," Julie said with finality, "she needs a good cry, that's all."
Terry stopped and gave up. He wouldn't say another thing, he'd just go with it. After what had happened with Julie the other day, he was ready for anything-or just about anything. Most of all, though, he hoped Lindy would come out of the bedroom.
He looked down at Ron's cock-man, it was the biggest he'd ever seen, even now when it was soft. It hung down, over his balls, glistening with Lindy's saliva and his own cum.
"Interested?" Ron said, looking up at him.
Terry blushed; "Oh, no, I just ... I mean I couldn't help but ..."
"It's fucking huge, it's a fucking monster, so say it," Julie said casually, reaching around Terry to unbuckle his belt.
"Yeah, it sure is big, Ron," he stuttered.
"I hear you've got a nice one on you, too," Ron said, rubbing his hand down over his wet balls.
Terry flashed a look of surprise. "Who told you that?"
"I did," Julie said, pulling Terry's pants down. His cock was pushing through his underwear. She put her hand over it and rubbed it.
"You know?" he asked Ron.
"Sure, just like Julie knows I fucked Terry the night of that press party."
Terry leaned back against the naked woman playing with his cock. "Jesus Fucking Christ," he said, lost in this new crazy reality he was caught in.
Julie pulled his shorts down and his hard young cock leapt up. Before he, could move, Ron had his head on it and took all of it into his mouth. Julie grabbed Terry's buttocks and caressed them.
Terry looked down. Ron is sucking my cock! Like wife, like husband. It was too much to believe. He found too that he wasn't afraid any more, and it didn't even bother him that, another guy was sucking on his dick. It felt great, that was all he knew. And Ron sure knew how to do it-he was even better than Julie had been!
"Baby, baby, baby," Julie muttered, taking his shirt off. She pressed her naked breasts to his back and his flesh shivered and trembled and his balls grew tight. Ron sucked wildly, feeling his own dick rising again, pulling the hard young cock deep into-his mouth, then releasing it to the tip, swirling his tongue over the hard ridged tip, and then back down his throat again. He'd. wanted to suck Terry's cock since the day he met him-and now he was doing it.
Julie moved, down his back, crouching behind him, and forced his buttocks apart She remembered what he liked. She put her tongue between his ass cheeks and wiggled it. He moaned. Then she found the hole of-his ass and started pressing wet kisses on it as Ron-sucked his cock and fondled his nuts. Husband and wife, what a team, sucking on each end.
Ron pulled his head off Terry's dick for a second and said, "Hear you like to get fucked ..."
Before Terry could answer, Ron was back sucking, but Julie got the message. She pulled her head away and replaced her tongue with her fingers. She knelt there, steadying herself, and pressed two fingers against his anal opening.
Terry gasped and spread his legs; holding his ass cheeks wide open. "Fuck me, Julie," he begged.
Julie pushed hard and her fingers started up his hot rubbery canal, pushing his ass muscles apart painfully.
"Put them up there, yes, please," the boy begged as he felt the woman's long slender fingers beginning to fuck him. "I'm gonna come!"
Julie shoved hard till her two fingers were buried up his young hard male asshole. She stuffed her other hand up her burning cunt and watched between his legs as her husband's body moved in fast back-and-forth strokes, his hard cock bounding between his hairy thighs.
"I'm coming ... oh, Jesus, Ron ... Julie," Terry moaned, unable to stand the pleasure any longer.
"Feel these fingers up your asshole, teen idol," Julie said in a fit of passion. She shoved hard, digging her nails up his asshole.
"Oh ... oh ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Terry held tightly to his spread asshole and let go. His cock exploded down Ron's throat and every drop of his pent-up thick hot semen was swallowed, consumed, sucked from his cock. He spurted again and again-it seemed to go on forever. And as it happened, Julie whispered, "That's it, Terry. Come a load, fuck his mouth till he chokes! Fuck his face!"
Terry shoved forward as Ron held tightly to his throbbing balls and looked across the room Lindy was standing there, bare naked, at the end of the hall, watching with a half-smile on her face. She was resigned. She was ready. Her face was tear-stained, but the sight of the good-looking boy standing there getting his rocks off with his cock down Ron's throat and Julie's fingers up his ass was too much. It was compelling, and as she walked into the living room-Terry was just pulling his dripping dick out of Ron's cum-filled mouth-she knew her life would never be quite the same.
Chapter Seven
Julie pulled her fingers out of Terry's asshole as Lindy walked toward them. Terry turned red with embarrassment. He tried to say something. "Lindy, I didn't ... I ..."
"Hi, Terry," Lindy said softly, with eyes that told him not to worry. They were in this together and they accepted it calmly. The "family" Ron had .talked about was now being formed. It wasn't what they expected, but they knew they wouldn't be able to fight it.
Terry covered his big cock with his hands, hoping it would soften, hoping he could put his clothes on. After all, Lindy was wearing a robe. She wasn't naked.
Julie sprawled out on the floor. "Man, Terry, you sure like to get fucked!"
"Just with fingers," Terry said, almost automatically.
"You never had a guy's cock up your ass?" Ron asked, with a glimmer in his eye.
"No," Terry said firmly, hoping to convey to Ron that he didn't want anyone to try.
"Lindy, take off that stupid robe," Julie ordered. Julie looked into Terry's eyes. She could see that he was longing for a look at her body, so she untied the sash and opened the robe.
"Wow," Terry murmured.
"Nice tits, I always said so," Ron added.
"Nice all over," Julie whispered, licking her lips "Come here, Lindy, doll," Julie added.
Lindy walked over to Julie.
"Sit on my face. Press your nice cunt on my mouth." Julie looked up and smiled, opening her mouth, wiggling her tongue. "Let's let the guys see what women are like!"
Lindy shrugged-she thought she could accept anything at this point, it was all so crazy-and put her feet on either side of Julie's beautiful face. Then she bent her legs and crouched down ... down ... down till she was sitting on the woman's mouth. She could feel Julie's long slender tongue flitting its way between her pussy lips and then, as she pressed against the woman's lips, the tongue started playing with her clit, sending sensations throughout.
"Oh, God," Lindy said, feeling the pleasure rising from her pussy. Julie knew exactly what she was doing. She brought her hands up and clasped Lindy's breasts, kneading them in her fingertips.
"Terry, come here, please," Lindy said, reaching out to him. She couldn't stand looking at him standing there holding his hard cock. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, to suck on him the way Ron had. "Terry," she breathed.
Terry walked over to her, dropped his hands at his sides and let her grab his cock. She took it in both hands and rubbed it, pulled on it, and then finally touched the tip with her lips. Terry moved forward and two inches of his dick slid into her mouth. She sucked down on him as Julie's tongue created a fire in her pussy.
"Lindy, Lindy," Terry moaned, watching the object of his erotic dreams now sucking on his long young cock. He put his hands on her head and closed his eyes for a moment. She wasn't as good as Julie-Julie had her technique down to the slightest wonderful lick-but the fact that it was Lindy Travis giving him a blow job was enough to make him come.
"Sit on her face, Lindy! Smother her!" Ron said, beating his meat on the couch. He took his shirt off and sat naked, one foot up on the cushions, one hand cupped under his hairy balls. He kept thinking about fucking Terry's virgin male ass, but he figured he'd wait for that. Maybe sometime when we're alone ...
"Oh, Christ," Terry said, pumping his cock back and forth in Lindy's mouth. She sucked him as hard as she could and took the tip all the way down her throat. She caressed his pubic hair with her fingertips and rubbed under his balls and between his legs, even up to his sensitive asshole. He squirmed and moaned and moved his young dick around in her wet mouth.
Julie fucked Lindy with her tongue, sticking it as far up the girl's cunt as she could, then pulling it all the way back into her mouth, and hitting again, like a cock, like a dildo, like a good tongue should.
"I'm gonna cum," Terry moaned, and Lindy pumped harder and faster on his cock, wanting to swallow his load. Ron jumped up and ran to Terry and pulled him out of her mouth.
"Hey," Ron said, "you'll be worn out with the night just started!"
Terry was breathing hard. He was just ready to shoot when Ron grabbed him, and a big drop of white cum was on the tip of his cock. Lindy reached out and wiped it up with her fingers and licked them. Then she pulled her pussy from Julie's mouth and rolled over on the floor with the woman. They reached out and touched each other's breasts. Ron and Terry looked down. Ron still had his hands around Terry's shoulders, his hard cock pressing between Terry's legs, against his anal opening.
"Gonna fuck little Lindy? Huh, Terry? Gonna fuck her in front of us?" Ron whispered in Terry's ear, moving his cock between the boy's buttocks.
Julie turned over and pressed her face to Lindy's. She kissed her hard on the lips and held her breasts in her fingers. Then she moved her face down to Lindy's thighs and started licking her pussy again.
"Julie's getting her box all nice and hot for your cock," Ron whispered to Terry.
Terry looked down to see Julie's face plunging between Lindy's beautiful slender legs. He saw, the look of pleasure on Lindy's face and held back a desire to bend down and kiss her. He wanted to watch more of what Julie was doing ...
Julie spread Lindy's legs as far as she could. Then she licked all the way from the girl's tightly puckered asshole between her legs to her cunt, and slid her tongue up there, all the way; hitting the hard little clit, fucking her. She bit the lips of Lindy's pussy, and Lindy cried out in pain and pleasure.
Lindy looked up to see Terry's cock hovering over her with Ron's hands wrapped around it, beating it, back and forth. She could see Ron's cock between Terry's legs, the head just beneath Terry's balls, throbbing, man to man, male to male, watching the girls in their lesbian pose.
Lindy squirmed as her pussy was filled with Julie's heated tongue. She knew her fluids were running all over the beautiful woman's face gushing out there, making her flesh slippery and wet, ready for Terry's hungry thick cock.
Terry saw Julie lift her head. Her face was red with perspiration and the fluids of Lindy's young cunt. She breathed and moved to the girl's nipples and started sucking on them as hard as she could, alternately, as Lindy kicked her legs into the air.
"Please, I want to be fucked! Someone fuck me!" Lindy shouted, looking up at the two cockheads just above her. Her cunt was on fire and she wanted it put out, put out with male semen.
"Okay, kid," Ron said, releasing Terry from his grasp, "go to it. Let's see how much of a man you really are!"
Terry pulled away and knelt between Lindy's long slender legs. He touched, the inner parts of her thighs, rubbing them gently, teasingly, as his fingertips moved closer and closer to her pussy lips. Julie kept sucking on the girl's tits, and Ron knelt over her head, his cock resting just above Lindy's face, so she could see it but not suck on it.
Terry touched the girl's pussy ups and she shuddered. "OH, CHRIST!" she screamed, as she felt the wonderful sensation in her box-Terry's fingers were entering her-and saw Ron's big dick above her lips. "Let me suck it!" she begged, but Ron kept it far from her lips, far enough so she couldn't get it into her mouth. He held her hands down on the floor, above her head. She was now a slave to the three of them.
Julie bit her titties. Ron teased her lips with the head of his enormous cock. And Terry Peerce threw his first fuck into the girl of his dreams-Lindy Travis.
He positioned his cock between the lips of her cunt. He broke out in a cold sweat, a little worried, afraid, but determined to make it good, to please her, to prove to them and to himself that he could do it.
"Oh, make love to me, Terry, baby," Lindy moaned, as she felt his cock head slipping in between her cunt lips. She relaxed her muscles as much as-she could and closed her eyes, concentrating on feeling his cock moving into her.
Terry pushed forward just a little. He concentrated on feeling it, too, feeling her hot young pussy walls clasping his dick like a warm mouth, sucking him into her, pulling on his cock just as his hand had done for so many years.
Julie sat up and looked down where Terry was entering Lindy. "Oh, that's nice, kids, really nice!" She reached down and helped Terry's cock glide into the girl, holding the base till there was no room between them Lindy gasped in pleasure as Julie pulled her hand away, allowing the last two inches of Terry's thick cock to enter her.
"Fuck her good, Terry," Julie said, moving her hand down to grasp his balls. She knelt close behind them, watching as his cock moved in her cunt, playing with his bails and lightly fingering her asshole.
Ron knelt above Lindy's head, still teasing her with his cock, beating it till a-drop of cum formed at the tip and then dipping it to her face so Lindy could lick it off. All four of them were charged with electric feelings of sexuality.
"It's beautiful, Terry," Lindy whispered.
"Oh, Lindy, I don't believe it ..." Terry thought it had to be a dream. After all the dreams, all the fantasies, after all the wishful thinking, it was actually happening-but it was hard to believe. His cock was stuffed up Lindy Travis' cunt as Ron and Julie watched in pleasure. Too fucking much!
Terry didn't know exactly what to do and he was troubled for a moment with a feeling of inferiority, wondering if he would be as good as others who'd lucked her. He started to pull his cock out and push it back in again, and finally he developed a rhythm which Lindy met with her pussy, and in a few minutes they were lucking hard and furiously, almost as if they'd been doing it all their lives.
Ron beat his cock rapidly over Lindy's face. "You like it? You like his teenage idol cock up your pretty pussy? Huh, Lindy?"
"Yes, oh yes," Lindy moaned, which caused Ron to become more excited. He knew he was going to shoot all over her face!
"Ride 'em, cowboy!" Julie squealed as she bent forward to lick Terry's swollen balls. She watched as the juices rolled out of the clasping cunt and fell down to Lindy's asshole. She licked at the point Terry's cock was sliding in and out of the girl's pussy, and finally pulled both his balls into her mouth.
"I'm gonna come all over your face, baby." Ron said, aiming his cockhead directly toward her lips. "I'm gonna cover your face with my jit!"
Terry looked up, still fucking Lindy in rhythm, and saw Ron's cock looking as if It were about to explode.
"Do it, Ron! Shoot!" he urged, wanting to see what it looked like-what Lindy's face would look like with cream all over it.
"Yes, Ron, give it to me, PLEASE, YES!" Lindy screamed, wrapped her legs around Terry's ass and opened her mouth in anticipation of the deluge that was about to come from Ron's rock.
"OH, MANNNNNNNNNN!" Ron held his cock still suddenly and pushed the tip against Lindy's mouth. A jet of white liquid squirted from the tip and fell over her lips, coating them. Another ran down the side of her jaw, down her neck. He moved his cock to her forehead and covered it with jism, sliding his cockhead around on her skin as squirt after squirt of hot cum coated her face. He came on her nose, and over her cheeks, and in her hair. Then he moved his dick to her mouth again, came some more on her lips and chin, and finally sank his cock into her throat.
Lindy responded with a groan from deep within her and her cunt muscles clasped Terry's virgin cock, pulling on it, demanding his gift. Terry held his breath and started in wild fascination at her cum-covered face. He felt it happening down between his legs, felt the cum starting to rise in his cock.
"Shoot, kid, shoot! Shoot as-much as you did in my mouth!" Julie called out as she licked his balls and rubbed his asshole. She put her finger to his anus and pushed. And at that moment, Terry howled and let it fly.
"AAARRRHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK!" Terry shouted in hard, loud tones. He shoved his cock as hard into Lindy's cunt as he could, just as Julie shoved, her long hard finger up his asshole.
"That's it, kid, luck the living shit outta her!" Ron said, with his cock still stuffed down Lindy's throat.
"FUCK HER!" Julie hollered.
He shoved again and again, filling her with his load of sperm, pushing her body down onto the floor. He fell on top of her after the third or fourth shot and pressed his face to hers. It was sticky with Ron's cum. He started licking it and then, as Ron pulled his cock out of Lindy's mouth, Terry licked that too. It was the first time he'd had a guy's cock in his lips. He shivered with excitement and kissed Lindy fully on the lips as Ron moved his softening cock around their faces, touching them, hitting them.
The last of Terry's cum dribbled out of Lindy's cunt hole and Julie wiped it up with her fingers. "Pull out of her," Julie said, as soon as she realized Terry's orgasm was over.
Terry pulled his hot, red cock out of Lindy's cunt. Julie immediately smashed her face between Lindy's thighs and started sucking the cum out of her pussy.
Terry kissed Lundy as Ron moved his cock around near their faces In a moment he gave a shout, and Julie lifted her wet face from between Lindy's thighs to watch what was about to happen.
"I'm COMING!" Ron yelled.
Terry kept his mouth glued to Lindy's, but out of the corner of his eye he could see the tip of Ron's huge cock opening-exploding-bursting! A splash of cum hit his cheek and, rolled down Over Lindy's face. Again and again, Ron's cum flowed from his cock and squirted against their lips. They kissed each other in his jism, licked it off each other's lips and cheeks, and finally sucked his cock at the same time, cleans jig it.
"My God, I didn't thank I could do it again," Ron said, panting, looking down at Terry and Lindy licking his cock and balls.
"I knew you'd do it," Julie said with a wink.
Few words were spoken after that. Terry dressed and left, then Ron and Julie. It had been a strange evening and there was little to talk about everyone had joined in, it had been mutual, and it had been good. But what would happen next? That's what Terry and Lindy wondered.
Terry went home and crawled into bed. Jesus, he hadn't even said goodbye to Lindy. He felt he should say something about the evening, and who else could he talk to? He wondered if Ron and Julie had been doing this with Lindy for a longtime? Well, it wouldn't hurt to find out.
He called Lindy, who had just showered and was ready for bed. She told him about Ron and the night after her press party, and how surprised she had been when Ron and Julie had started making sexual advances together. Terry, in turn, told her about Julie's visit to his apartment, and how shocked he'd been when he walked into the apartment and found the three of them engaged in sex.
"Listen, if you come to Vegas, we'll get together. Alone," Lindy said.
"Fantastic; Only I don't know where I'm ping to be going. Ron's booked some concerts to push my record."
"I heard it yesterday. Nice." Lindy said softly.
He figured she was only saying that to make him feel good. "Thanks, Lindy. But no one can sing like you do, no one!"
"Even my mother?" she asked.
"She was stiff competition, but no, you're the best," he added. He looked down to see his cock sticking up at him. He was hard as a rock just taking to her.
"Thanks," Lindy giggled, and she figured he was only saying that to make her feel good.
There was a long pause. Neither of them knew what to say. Finally Lindy broke the silence. "Listen, everything'll be cool with the Feldmans, really. I think we can handle it as long as we stay good friends."
Terry's heart was beating faster. "You're right, Lindy," he added.
Another pause. Heavy breathing.
"Lindy ... I sure, I mean I ..."
"Yes, Terry?"
"I really liked tonight-I mean some of tonight. I really liked being with you." He was shaking, but he'd finally said it.
"I liked it, too," Lindy breathed into the-telephone. "I like your body much more than Ron's."
"Oh, come on. Ron is ..."
"I know, I-know, Ron is much bigger. So what does a big cock mean? Anyhow, he's not that much bigger!"
Terry smiled and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. "Okay, if you say so."
"Terry?"
"Yes?"
"Will you fuck me again sometime?"
"I'd love to."
"Good luck with the record."
"Good luck in Vegas. 'Bye, Lindy."
Click.
Terry set the receiver down and spread his legs. He moved his hand up and down on his cock, staring at the head, thinking of what Lindy had just purred. And in a moment his hand was flooded with white and he flopped back on the bed, still holding his dripping dick, and clicked out the lamp. He crawled under the covers, with his crotch covered with sticky white fluid, and closed his eyes; He pretended his cock was stuffed up Lindy Travis' wet hot cunt, and he fell asleep in seconds, with a smile on his face.
Chapter Eight
On the flight to Las Vegas, Gerry, the dancer, had wanted to sit with Lindy. But Julie had claimed her for her own and an argument had taken place which left the boy out of Julie's graces. He sat, pouting, with one of the gay chorus members near the tail of the plane.
Julie and Lindy didn't say much. What was there to say? They had an awareness of each other now that required not the use of words but of looks and feelings.
While they were having lunch, Julie asked, "Still upset about last night?"
"No, I'm still surprised about it, but I'm not upset. I've got too much to look forward to." Lindy took a bite of her salad.
"That dancer the one you've been fucking regularly?" Julie asked, looking down at her food.
"Jesus, do you have to be so loud?"
Julie didn't react.
"Well, yes, if you want to know the truth." Now Lindy was getting upset-why all the questions suddenly?
"You know what?" Julie asked, turning to her.
"What?"
"I'll bet he-the dancer stud, what's his name?"
"Gerry," Lindy replied.
"Yes, Gerry. I'll bet Gerry would love to screw Terry Peerce."
Lindy almost choked on her food. "What? They're both straight!"
"Bullshit, honey," Julie said sweetly. "Good old Gerry's been a dancer long enough to know an asshole feels like a cunt, maybe even better. He's probably screwed the whole line of 'em by now."
Lindy looked out the window into the clouds. "So what if he has, why try to turn Terry gay? That poor kid is so young!"
"I suppose you don't know what caused him to come in your little pussy last night, do you?" Julie said secretly.
"What" Lindy asked, turning to her "What the hell do you mean?"
"I stuffed my fingers up his asshole. Same as I did when I gave him a blow job in his apartment. same as I did when he came into Ron's mouth in the living room."
Lindy just stared at her, not quite comprehending what she was saying. "I still don't know what ... "
"Oh, Lindy, cut the crap. He needs something up his asshole to make him come. That's how he gets off, getting fucked! And sooner or later he'll want to be fucked by a real man's cock."
"Oh, Julie, that's ridiculous," Lindy said, and closed her eyes, pretending to want to sleep. But she wondered about what Julie had said. She'd find out, sooner or later, when she was alone with Terry ...
As the plane circled Las Vegas for a landing, Lindy started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Julie asked.
"I was just thinking of everyone's names-Julie, Gerry, Lindy, Terry!
"And Sally.".
Lindy looked at her. "Who's Sally?"
"A girl you're going to meet in Vegas."
"Hi, come on in," Sally, said, "and don't mind the mess. Tomorrow's cleaning day."
She was the typical Vegas showgirl/hooker, blonde and pretty, uneducated and sexual. Lindy stared at her for a moment too long, wondering if she were a dyke-and Sally took the, stare to mean interest. She put her hand on Lindy's shoulder and asked if she could get them something to drink.
"Just iced tea or something," Julie answered.
"Same for me," Lindy said.
"Sure, sugar, anything," Sally said going off to the kitchen.
Julie lit up a cigarette without a word. Lindy sat down on the couch and moved a pile of dresses over to one side. She looked around the room to see pictures of many famous stars-Ann Margaret, Barbra Streisand, Sonny and Cher, Connie Stevens, Debbie Reynolds-with their autographs, gifts to Sally, who was only a showgirl but making an honest living.
Sally brought in the drinks. "If there's not enough sugar for you, sugar, there's more in the kitchen."
"It's fine," Lindy lied, sipping her drink.
"So how's things?" Sally asked, sitting on the chair near them.
"Things couldn't be better," Julie said.
"Lindy opens in a little more than a week ..."
"Yeah, I heard. The whole town's buzzing about that one!" Sally said, winking at Lindy.
" ... and Ron has signed Terry Peerce, who's going to be the biggest thing to hit pop music since David Cassidy."
"Hey, I think I've seen him," Sally said, and she fell to the floor on her knees and began searching through a pile of books near the coffee table. Movie Stars, Movie Screen, Teen Idol-"Here, I think it's in here!"
"Yes, that's it," Julie said, remembering the magazine well-they had four copies of it in their living room back home.
"Can I see?" Lindy asked.
"Here, sugar," Sally said, handing Lindy the magazine.
"Wow! Terry looks great!" Lindy started reading the story and Sally and Julie glanced at each other. Julie nodded toward Lindy, and Sally got up and sat next to the girl on the couch.
"He's got a nice pair of buns, huh?" Sally asked, looking at one picture of Terry taken from behind, in white pants.
"Yes, he's got a great body," Lindy said.
"She should know," Julie added. "He fucked her the other night on her living room floor."
Sally's eyes lit up. "You don't say?"
Lindy blushed. "Well, I ... "
"Julie saw it all, Lindy," Julie said, as if she were the girl's mother.
Sally put her arm around Lindy's shoulder. "You like, boys? Young boys like that?"
"We're practically the same age," Lindy said, beginning to get frightened.
"He have a big dick?" Sally asked, playing with Lindy's hair.
"Nice one," Julie said, "but he likes getting fucked in the ass."
"Really? Far out!" Sally said.
Lindy didn't know what to do. The showgirl was getting closer and closer-should she get up and run? Should she pour her iced tea all over her head? Or should she just let them have her? After all, Julie sure as hell knew how to work her tongue up her cunt-maybe Sally was even better?
Lindy turned and looked Sally in the eye. Then she grabbed the showgirl and kissed her hard on the lips! She wanted to shock the living hell out of Julie, which she did. The woman sat there, stunned, watching Sally and Lindy kissing in a passionate embrace.
"Take off my clothes," Lindy whispered, as her tongue floated in and out of Sally's mouth.
"I will, sugar, don't you worry," Sally said, already pulling Lindy's knit top up over her naked breasts. As soon as the garment was over her head, she moved her face down to the girl's nipples and started sucking them lovingly.
Julie got up and slid her panties off. Then she sat back down in the chair, flipped her legs over the sides, and started playing with her cunt. "Suck her titties good and hard, Sally!"
Sally pulled as much of Lindy's breast into her mouth as she could. The girl moaned and held Sally's face against her bosom, with her eyes closed.
"Oh, babies, do it for mama!" Julie said, stuffing her fingers up her cunt, watching them in the sunlit room.
Sally started to undo the snaps on Lindy's pants, Lindy stopped her, got up, and stripped for them in the middle of the room, and then stood there naked in the sun, letting them feast their hungry lesbian eyes on her beautiful young body. "Eat me," Lindy said to Sally, as the girl moved to her knees in front of her. This was new to her, but she knew she was boss, she was hi control. She was the one who was desired, and she was going to command them and make them work for her pleasure-and their pleasure.
Julie got up just as Sally started to lick up and down Lindy's thighs, went to a drawer near the hallway, and pulled out a big ten-inch vibrator. She sat back down in the chair and stuffed the long plastic instrument up her pussy, slowly, carefully. As Sally's lips met Lindy's cunt lips, Julie switched the vibrator on and the soft sound-whirrrrrrrr-filled the room. She moved the plastic cock around and around in her cunt as she watched Sally eat out Lindy's pussy.
"Oh, Sally, eat me, eat me," Lindy moaned, spreading her legs a little more each moment. Sally had her mouth plastered against the girl's crotch, lapping her hot pussy with her tongue. She was better than Julie, far better. This was a girl who had been sucking cunt since she was twelve years old, and never could get enough of it. Now she was on her knees in front of Lindy Travis, would only arrived in Vegas hours before, who'd had her first experience with another woman only the evening before, who was on her way to stardom just as her mother had been ...
Susan Travis had been sucked off by many girls in her day, too. Unfortunately, Sally hadn't been one of them. But she'd settle for the daughter any day ...
Lindy's pussy tasted sweet and was extremely wet and mushy inside, a nice juicy young cunt Sally worked her tongue in and out, giving her clit a good working out, and then lapped the lips and the hairy mound.
"Oh, Sally, it's beautiful," Lindy said, watching Julie Screwing herself with the vibrator.
"Suck her ass, Sal," Julie said, pulling the plastic dick all the way out of her and shoving it back in again.
"Turn around," Sally said softly, looking up into Lindy's young bright eyes.
Lindy turned around. Her curved ass was in front of Sally's face now, and Lindy could feel the showgirl's hands running over it, between the cheeks, spreading her ...
"Kiss her ass, baby!" Julie yelled, switching the vibrator off.
Sally shoved her face between the girl's luscious buttocks and darted her tongue forward against her asshole. Lindy let out a gasp and automatically spread her legs as far as she could. Then she herself reached around and held her ass cheeks apart as Sally brought one hand up under her pussy and pressed her pretty face into her asshole.
"Oh, Christ!" Lindy exclaimed.
"You and Terry like the same treatment, it seems," Julie laughed, still playing with the long plastic thing between her legs.
Sally wasn't listening. She had two fingers stuffed up the girl's cunt and her tongue was forcing Lindy's anal opening apart, plying it with kisses, wetting it, knowing well that nothing had ever been up it-it was tighter than any asshole she'd ever touched. She thought for a moment that she'd get the vibrator or one of her dildoes and try that, but she figured it would hurt the girl too much. A finger would be the best.
But, before she had a chance to put her fingers on Lindy's ass opening, she felt the girl's cunt pulling at her other hand, and a trickle of wetness ran down her wrist and arm. She knew Lindy was on the brink of orgasm and she quickly put another finger up her box, twisting them around, pinching her clit, stimulating her vulva, fucking her vagina with her hand.
"Gonna come, sugar?" Sally asked, pulling her head from the girl's asshole for a moment.
"Come, Lindy! Come for us!" Julie screamed, working the vibrator in her cunt, reaching a climax herself.
"Oh, yes, I'm going to ..." Lindy held her breath and felt the wonderful sensation of Sally's fingers in her pussy and her lips and tongue pressing at her sensitive asshole. She heard the vibrator click on again and then the sounds of Julie's heavy breathing as the woman reached her orgasm. Sally moaned deep in her throat and that did it-Lindy let go and a tremendous orgasm rocked her entire body.
"GOD! OH, GOD!" She screamed loud and pumped her hips up and down on Sally's hand, sending her juices down Sally's arm, as Julie watched through glassy eyes.
"That's it, sugar, do it on me," Sally said, and then lapped her asshole again. Lindy let go of her ass cheeks and put her hands on her breasts. Her buttocks moved together and pressed against Sally's face, tongue and nose, but she stayed in there, licking till the last spasm had floated through Lindy's body and she was starting to breathe again.
"Jesus, that was good!" Julie said, pulling the vibrator out of her cunt.
"It was incredible," Lindy said as Sally pulled her hand from her pussy. Lindy turned around and Sally licked her crotch clean, sucking on it gently. Lindy patted her on the head.
Julie jumped up and wiped her cunt with a towel from the kitchen. "Come on, Lindy, we'll be late for rehearsal."
Lindy started putting her pants on as Sally just sat there, smiling. Just as they were leaving, Julie reached in her bag and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. She set it on the table near the hall and said, "Buy yourself some tea."
Sally laughed and waved. "Come back, both of you!"
"We will," Julie said.
Lindy was already at the end of the corridor.
"I've got three concerts lined up-Albuquerque, Vegas and Los Angeles!" Ron said excitedly.
Julie held the phone near her ear. "Albuquerque?"
"Yeah, Albuquerque. It's gonna be a big night, and he needs the exposure. We're starting a fan club there, just to hype him more by the time he gets to L.A."
"When will you be here?" Julie asked.
"We're coming in a day or two. That way he can make the publicity scene on Lindy's opening, and his concert, the first one, isn't till a week after that."
"He's already seen Lindy's opening!" Julie laughed.
"Very funny. Anyhow, get us a room-you and me, I mean-and one for Terry. I'll call you when we arrive."
"'Bye, love," Julie said, and hung up the phone.
Lindy was excited that Terry was coming to town-even if the reason was purely publicity. At least she felt at ease with him and knew they would be honest with each other. She didn't trust Julie, Ron, or even Sally, who she figured was really too dumb to be dishonest. Anyway, the thought of being with Terry again was a good one-she wanted to be fucked by his nice big cock again, only this time alone. And she wanted to see if what Julie had said about Terry not being able to come without anal stimulation was true. She'd prove it wasn't. She was such a good fuck, anyone could come off in her pussy, even a gay guy who'd never been with a girl in her life! She figured she was the all-time-great young fuck.
If she wasn't quite that, she sure as hell was a worker. She danced and sang till she nearly collapsed, took an hour off, came back and did it all again. People who had been in the business for years, lifetimes, were stunned. They had never seen such a workhorse. Her mother had been notorious for missing rehearsals, missing shows, missing movie calls. She couldn't have cared less, she was a star. Perhaps Lindy would be the same someday, but now, at this point, she couldn't afford to. She pushed herself endlessly and the results were brilliant. Even the workers cleaning the showroom had to stop and listen to her. She was one of the finest and most electrifying singers they'd ever seen or heard.
On those hour breaks she'd go for a walk in the desert sunshine, or she'd take a swim in the pool, or have a light lunch. But more often than not, she'd meet Gerry in her dressing room. He'd pull his dance tights down and grab his dance belt and get it down to his knees. Then Lindy'd get on the floor and he'd luck her fast, hard, till he came. Or he'd just stand, there, leaning against the door, and watch as she opened his sweaty dance clothes, pulled his hardening cock out, and took it in her mouth. Each time she sucked him, she was getting better at it. He'd come fist, filling her cheeks till they bloated out, and after a few times she was learning how to swallow the whole load without letting any dribble down her chin.
The first time she took all his cum, she got back up and looked into his eyes and giggled. Then she said, "I can't believe I took the whole thing!"
Gerry laughed, then forced her back down in front of him and made her suck him off a second time.
Sometimes they'd go up to Lindy's room-the one she still shared with Julie-and luck on the bed. But they liked doing it in strange places, just as Terry Peerce liked heating off in strange places. Gerry threw a fuck into Lindy backstage, in a dark corner, against a pile of ropes and flats for sets. One time they ducked into the men's room backstage and he ate her pussy out as she stood up on the sink! Another time, she pulled his cock out of his pants as the cast sat at a big long table, listening to notes from the director. Gerry came all over his pants and her hand, but no one knew about it. Naturally, Gerry and Lindy were the last to leave the table.
And every night, with the lights out, after some gambling-Lindy was becoming addicted to playing keno-and a few drinks, she'd let Julie have her body. She even started licking the older woman's pussy herself-and found that she was liking it. They finally ended up in a sixty-nine position the night before Ron and. Terry arrived, and brought each other off with their tongues.
Ron and Terry took an evening flight. After they were in the sky for about an hour and had their sandwiches and cocktails, the lights in-the cabin dimmed and the stewardess brought pillows. Terry put his in his lap and leaned against the back of his seat and the window.
Ron looked around. There was no one in the row but them-all the way across the plane. The stewardess was nowhere to be seen. This was the time-his cock was bursting with anticipation in his shorts. "Terry, open, your zipper," Ron said softly.
Terry opened his eyes. "What?"
"Open your zipper," Ron repeated.
"Why?"
"What do you mean? Why? 'Cause I want to play with your dick, that's why."
Terry looked around the dark plane. "Ron, this is dangerous."
"Like hell," Ron whispered. Reach under your pillow and pull your cock out or I'll cancel your L.A. show."
Who was Terry to argue with that? He pulled his zipper down and moved the pillow to one aide, looking toward the aisle, afraid that someone would see him.
Ron's hand moved across the seat to Terry's cock and held it tightly. It began, to fill, began to push its way through Ron's hot fingers, hardening Terry closed his eyes again and leaned back. Man, that feels good He decided he'd let Ron do what he wanted-the hell with anyone seeing. He figured Ron knew what he was doing.
"That's it, Terry, just let me work your nice dick up and down," Ron whispered, leaning his head back in his seat. He pumped on Terry's cock as if it were his own, pulling his hand up to the tip, flicking it with his thumb, dragging his fingers down the shaft again to Terry's zipper.
"Oh, man," Terry moaned softly, arching his hips forward m the seat His cock stood at attention, sticking out of his red pleated pants, with Ron's hand. wrapped around it, holding it, pulling on it, jerking him off.
"Terry, you like it?" Ron muttered.
"Love it," Terry replied.
"Listen, kid," Ron. whispered as he felt Terry's dick getting still harder in his grasp, "Tell me-when you're gonna shoot."
"I'll ... I'll get my pants all messed ..."
Terry started to murmur, but Ron stopped him.
"I'm gonna go down on you, so you tell me when," Ron said.
Terry felt relieved He shoved his hips up again and pressed his band under his balls He could feel Ron's hand hitting his as his cock was being worked up and down ...
Suddenly, just as Terry thought that he was going to come, a little bell sounded, behind them and the stewardess walked down the aisle. She didn't look down at them, but even if she had, she wouldn't have seen anything. Terry had pressed the pillow over his bard cock, and Ron had pulled his hand to the seat rest.
In a moment she was gone and they were at it again. Terry leaned back and closed his eyes. He thought of Lindy sliding her finger up his asshole and making him come in her mouth. He thought of the situation they were in now-Ron with his baud wrapped around Terry's Cock, beating him off somewhere above Kansas! In a plane full of people!
"Getting near, Terry?" Ron whispered in a low tone.
"Yeah, close, close," Terry muttered, gritting his teeth. He pressed on his balls and felt them quivering between his legs. He was nearly there.
Ron looked at the boy's cock in anticipation. He couldn't wait to put his lips over the big red cockhead and drink the juices down. He beat it hard, up and down, breathing deeply. "Tell me when ... tell me when ... "
Terry held his breath and then clenched his fists He tossed his head back and shook his long shaggy hair. Then he opened his eyes wide and said, "Now."
In one fast move, Ron bent over and slammed his head down on Terry's hard cock Just as the end of the boy's penis hit the back of his throat, cum filled his mouth. He'd promised to take it all down, not, to spill a drop, so he started swallowing, again and again, as each spurt of semen shot out of the tip of the hot throbbing rock.
"Oh, Ron, yes ... " Terry moaned, pressing his head to the window and pushing up with his hips so his cock was shoved all the way down Ron's throat.
Ran kept at it till the last drop came out of Terry's cockhead, and then he pulled off, kissed the tip of his dick, and sat up again. He wiped his lips and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He didn't say another thing till they landed in Vegas.
But Terry watched him for a few minutes. He wondered what in the hell made Ron tick? The guy liked girls and boys both, just like his wife. He was handsome and had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Julie was a beautiful woman, but apparently they didn't satisfy each other. He wondered if this was what he would have to be-giving in to the sexual advances of both Ron and Julie-in order to sustain a career. No, he figured. As soon as he was on top, he'd go to another agent, someone better, someone who didn't demand his body. He'd take his money and run ...
But, for now, at that moment before they landed, he felt his softened cock inside his shorts. It still felt wet and warm. He'd liked what Ron had done-a blow job was better than his hand any day-and he knew he had a strange affection for the guy, one that he couldn't explain.
Ron opened his eyes as the Fasten Seat Belts sign clicked on. "You okay?" he asked.
"Sure," Terry said, nodding.
Chapter Nine
"Yes, I'm here for Lindy Travis' opening. Then I have three concerts lined up ... ."
One of the press people stood up and asked, "Where are they?"
"Albuquerque, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles," Terry replied.
Ron added, "He'll do Albuquerque after Lindy's opening, then come back here for his own concert."
Another member of the press stood up. "Terry, how does it feel to have your record climbing the charts so fast?"
"Fantastic!" Terry said with a huge smile.
He meant it.
The press party had been Ron's idea, arranged through the local and surrounding radio stations, the ones who were playing "Walking in the Sunshine" all day long. It was nothing but a hype, and it was working. Notices of it had gone out the day before and a nice little crowd of teenybopper groupies had gathered in front of the hotel, to add atmosphere to the affair.
When it was over, Ron asked Terry if he wanted lunch. "I'd love some. You've been starving me!"
"I want to keep you nice and trim and beautiful, that's all," Ron remarked as they walked into the restaurant off the lobby.
"I'll be skin and bones by the time you're through," Terry laughed.
"You'll be something else, kid," Ron murmured with a tone Terry didn't particularly like.
What the hell does that mean?
After lunch they went up to their rooms. Terry's was directly across the hall from the Feldmans' and Lindy was just down the hall. They put on their, swimming trunks and met at the pool, where they downed around for a time until Julie showed up.
"Hi. Isn't your name Mark Spitz?" Julie kidded Terry.
"Yeah. And you're Elizabeth Taylor." He swam away.
"Ron, listen, I'm going to Lindy's rehearsal. Why don't the four of us meet tonight? Catch the Nancy Sinatra dinner show?"
Ron shook the water out of his hair. "Okay, we'll be ready at seven. Have fun ... " He swam after Terry.
Julie just stood there for a moment, looking at the two trim handsome bodies cutting through the blue water. They were the only two people in the pool, and she wished they could have been naked. She would have jumped in, clothes and all, and sucked them both off underwater. But rehearsal awaited, and she didn't want to give Lindy any time to be alone with that dancer, Gerry. She couldn't stand him.
Terry waved as Julie left the pool area. Ron told him about the show they would be seeing, and dunked him under the water. Ron came up, grabbed Terry's legs and flipped him over. They acted like kids out on their first day of summer, splashing around in the pool till they were dead tired.
Finally, Terry gave up. He climbed out of the water and stood on the edge of the pool. His bulging trunks were pulled down to the base of his cock and his tanned body glowed in the sunshine. Ron looked up just as Terry turned around and bent over to grab a towel.
I'm gonna have that ass! Ron stared at the boy's buttocks, dripping with water, under the white trunks. If Julie has Lindy, I'll have Terry's ass.
"I'll see you later;" Terry called as he left the pool area.
You sure as hell will! Ron swam around and felt his cock growing stiff in his trunks. You sure will!
Julie entered the big room and looked around. There was no one in sight. Finally, one of the dancers appeared at the side of the stage. "Where's Lindy?" Julie called.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Feldman. She's in her dressing room, I think. We've got a half-hour break." The girl continued across the stage and out another door.
Julie walked backstage and down the corridor to Lindy Travis' dressing room. She knocked and tried the handle. It was locked.
"Lindy? It's Julie!"
She tried the handle again. She heard noises behind the door and finally Lindy's voice said, �'I'm sleeping, Julie. Come back later."
Julie rapped on the door "I know who's in there, you little bitch! Now open this door immediately or I'll cancel the whole goddamn show!" She kicked hard against the door.
Finally it opened. Julie looked in to see Lindy standing without any clothes on and Gerry sitting on the little bed in the corner, his bands over his cock. She stepped in, closed the door and locked it.
Lindy sat next to Gerry. "Julie, we had a terrible session and, we were so keyed up ..."
"Shut up. You just needed a little fuck in the middle of the day, that's all." Julie set her purse down and leaned on the dressing table. "Right?"
"Julie, you know how ..."
Gerry cut Lindy off. "Yes ... We wanted a little fuck in the middle of the day. Is that okay with you?"
Julie was a bit taken aback at his sudden show of masculinity. 'She' thought she'd teach Lindy a lesson-if the girl insisted on banging dancers with big dicks between rehearsals, then she'd learn what it was like to really get fucked by a big cock.
Lindy sat there without saying a word. She too was a little stunned at Gerry's outburst, but she was proud of him at the same time.
"Why are you covering your penis?" Julie asked, pulling her cigarettes out of her purse. "Embarrassed because it's so small?"
"Shit," Gerry said, "look!" He uncovered his cock and stood up. It hung far out in front of him, half erect, fat and well-shaped. It was certainly big, but Julie would never admit it. She just nodded and lit her cigarette.
Gerry sat down. Lindy said, "Maybe we'd better get dressed. We only have about fifteen minutes left."
"No one's getting dressed," Julie said, puffing away slyly. "I came to have a little action myself, and since you two have already started, I figure why don't I just watch? I'd like to see him fuck you."
Lindy was surprised. "You ... you would?"
Gerry's eyes lit up. He had just started to slide his cock into Lindy's pussy when Julie rapped on, the door. Now he could get his rocks off anyhow-even better, with the beautiful woman watching! He also wished she'd take her clothes off-he'd bang her any day.
"Get on the floor, where mama can watch nice and close," Julie said.
Lindy stood up and kissed Julie lightly on the cheek. Julie brought her hand to the girl's breasts and touched them, which excited her. Than Lindy got down on the carpeted floor Gerry stood up and took hold of his penis. It was hard now, ready to shove into anything that wanted it.
"Gerry, let me feel," Lindy said, reaching out, but Julie slapped her hand and took hold of Gerry's cock with her own hand She robbed it back and forth and then got down on her knees and slid it into her mouth He had to keep himself from coming-he was incredibly excited! His girlfriend was lying on the floor waiting for him to fuck her, while her agent was kneeling in front of him, sucking on his dick!
Julie took his cock down into her throat and then pulled out so she could work only on the glans, wetting it, getting him excited and hard as a rock. Then she pulled her lips away and said, "I want you to fuck her in the ass."
"In the ass?" Gerry said.
"In the ass?" Lindy screamed.
"My, you both have twenty-twenty hearing!" Julie quipped "Yes, in the ass, that's what I said Lindy's a big girl now, she should be able to take it everywhere. In every little hole in her body."
"No, please, it'll hurt ... " Lindy had tears forming in her eyes.
"Sure, it'll hurt; You probably won't be able to dance the last number, your asshole will ache so much. It will teach you a lesson." Julie flicked her cigarette ash down on Lindy's stomach.
"I hate you!" Lindy screamed.
"Okay, butch," Julie mocked Gerry, "stuff that sausage up her asshole."
He stood his ground. "No, I won't do anything she doesn't want me to do."
Julie glared at him. "She'll take it, even if she doesn't want it, because she wants something more than that. You know, what? To open here next week, and I'm in control of that."
"You wouldn't dare ... " Gerry started.
"Like hell I wouldn't! It would be very easy to say Lindy Travis fell down a flight of stairs and won't open on schedule. Ann-Margaret fell earlier this year, why can't she?" Julie crossed her legs on the desk and smiled.
"You know what?" Lindy said, very slowly, looking up at Julie's raw eyes. "I think you actually mean it."
Julie nodded. She meant it.
"Well, I'm still not doing it, and it's not her fault. I never banged a chick-in her rear and I'm not going to do it now." Gerry sat down on the bed again and reached down for his dance belt.
"Listen," Julie said sharply, "baby, big-man! I know for a fact that cock of yours has been-up fourteen guys' asses in this show alone. You're number one fucker, the best ass-dicker in show biz! You won't screw a girl up the ass because you're queer for guys!"
Gerry jumped up, his fist clenched. "Watch what the fuck you say, you goddamn lying cunt!"
"I say you'd better fuck the shit out of this girl or I'll have you tossed out of the show so fast your balls will spin."
Lindy looked up at Gerry, trembling. Gerry thought about it-she was right, she had the power. Who'd believe his word over hers, the respectable woman agent? She could say she entered the dressing just as he was attacking the star of the show. Jesus, the publicity would really be something, all bad for him, all good for Lindy. Fuck it, he'd get down there and plug her asshole no matter how much it hurt her just like he did to the guys in the show. She had been right, he was the best homo-fucker on earth.
Gerry stood up again and Julie, without a word, put her cigarette out and fell to her knees.
She wet his cock and got it hard again, and then she bent down and put her lips to Lindy's spread asshole and applied her warm saliva. They would fuck with the aid of her lubrication.
Julie stood up and Gerry took his place between the girl's legs. He reached down and rubbed his fingers in her asshole, spreading her cheeks. "I'm sorry it'll hurt you, Lindy," he said softly, and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her asshole. Julie got down on her knees again and watched closely.
Suddenly, just as Gerry was going to enter her, there was a knock on the door. "Extra twenty minutes, Miss Travis. Orchestra wants some separate rehearsal." They heard the sound of feet walking away.
"How convenient," Julie said.
Gerry was breathing hard. He wanted to stick his cock up the girl's asshole so badly, but he was afraid it would hurt her so much he wouldn't be able to stand her shouts of pain. He was in love with Lindy and couldn't bear to hurt her. He remembered the time he'd tried to put his finger up her asshole-the pain had been too much for her.
"Fuck her, big boy," Julie said, leaning on the rug next to them.
"Relax, Lindy, just relax," Gerry said as he poked the head of his cock against her asshole.
"You're too big, it won't work! You'll tear me open!" Lindy shouted, but Julie petted her head and told her to stop crying. Gerry pushed forward a bit and Lindy moaned. Julie ran her hand over the boy's ass, and then cupped his balls. His cock quivered.
"Oh, yes, go ahead," Lindy moaned, resigned to it, almost wanting it now. She wanted to get it over with, and she didn't care about the pain. She wanted his cock up her asshole!
Gerry pushed forward. Her strong muscles parted and the lips of her anus enclosed just the tip of his huge cock. She let out a cry of pain and then put her face to the rug to muffle the sound. All of a sudden the sound of the orchestra warming up was heard and they all reacted the same way-they were relieved. Now they didn't have to worry about sounds-the orchestra would cover them all up.
"Hold on, baby, here goes ... " Gerry started pushing his massive cock into her virgin asshole.
"OH CHRIST! IT HURTS!" Lindy screamed and banged her head back and forth on the floor, feeling the mighty pain that was filling her backside. She thought someone was shoving a telephone pole up her anus!
"Oh, it feels good. Just relax, Lindy," Gerry said, pushing still more of his dick into her. She was better than the guys in the chorus-their asshole were like cunts compared with this. This was virgin ass, tight, unplugged, steaming hot. Lindy kicked and moaned and jerked beneath him, but he kept bearing down till all of his cock was buried up her asshole and he flattened her with his muscular body.
"You like that, little bitch? Like his big fat dick up your little asshole? Like how that feels?" Julie whispered the questions into Lindy's ear, licking and purring, teasing her.
"NO! NO! NO!" Lindy screamed, thrashing her head back and forth. She thought someone had poked a hot piece of steel up her asshole. She moaned in pain and tears ran down her face. She begged him to get off but he wouldn't do it. She begged Julie, but the woman just kept telling Gerry to fuck her harder. Each time he moved his cock she thought she was going to faint.
Finally, in desperation, she gave up. She let her body relax. She didn't fight it any more. She let his cock work inside her and she tried to take deep breaths. In a few moments he felt better, less tense, and a new sensation was beginning to replace the pain-a new sensation of pleasure.
"She's getting into it now, I think," Julie said, smiling. She moved her fingers from Gerry's balls down to Lindy's cunt and played with the lips. The girl started to squirm and moan.
"Man, it feels so good!" Gerry said, continuing to make his strokes longer and harder. He felt his balls contracting and his cockhead beginning to swell He knew he was going to be able to feel every bit of his cum as it shot out of her cunt because her ass canal was so tight He knew it would slide down the shaft of, his dick and pour down onto her cunt, and if he figured correctly, Julie would be down there lapping it all up.
"I want to lick your cock when you hit," Julie said. He had been right.
"Come in me, oh please come in my asshole" Lindy said, delirious with pain/pleasure now, wanting to feel his load shoot off in this unexplored part of her body.
"I'm coming, honey, I'm coming," Gerry panted as he worked his cock in and out of her asshole. He spread his legs farther so Julie could get between them.
"Fuck the shit outta her! Fuck the little cocksucking bitch! Make her hurt!" Julie dug her fingernails into Gerry's thighs and pushed her head down so she could lick his balls. As soon as she did he let out a yelp and then slammed his cock all the way into the young girl's virgin ass!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lindy screamed in a high-pitched voice. She kicked her legs and bit the carpeting, waiting for the deluge, burning in pain.
"Oh holy fuck," Gerry whispered as he let his load shoot. He pushed his cock all the way in her and felt the first shot of cum squeeze out of the tip. But it had nowhere to go! Her canal hugged his cock like rubber, and his cum slipped down the length of his cock and dripped out of her asshole.
"Oh, I feel it! I feel it! Come in me!" Lindy squealed, spreading her legs far, feeling Julie in between them, licking at her asshole and cunt lips. She thought someone had just dumped a load of burning oil into her anus-the cum was boiling hot. But as it seeped out of her torn asshole, it provided a kind of natural balm which soothed the rawness and again lessened the pain.
"Oh, Lindy, I love you! I love you!" Gerry said over and over, pumping ten, eleven, twelve shots of cum into her violated backside.
Julie licked up what she could, and as soon as Gerry was done pumping she said, "Pull out," and he did, flopping on his back next to Lindy, rubbing her head with his hand.
Julie licked the cream on the girl's ass and then turned and took Gerry's big wet dick in her mouth and sucked him clean as he kissed Lindy on the lips. But Lindy didn't really respond-she was numb, from head to toe, and she wasn't able to comprehend what had just happened.
"You'd better get that thing back in your dance belt and get out there and do your stuff," Julie said to Gerry after a few minutes. He sat up, pulled his dance belt on, stuffed his cock and balls in it, and then put on his tights. Lindy still was lying on the floor, not making a sound Julie sat next to her, stroking her hair, rubbing her hurting ass.
"Will she be okay" Gerry asked.
"Yes, I'll make sure she'll be out in a few minutes," Julie said.
Gerry opened the door and left.
Julie cradled Lindy in her arms and told her not to worry. "Mama will take-care of you." She fingered her breasts lightly, then her pussy, and then bent down to kiss her asshole, which hurt more new than before Lindy moaned and finally sat up and looked at Julie She was able, somehow, to conceal the humiliation and hatred she felt.
"Julie, please go now," Lindy said.
Julie looked at her for a moment and read her thoughts. Lindy hadn't been around long enough to be able to keep a secret feeling from showing up in her expression.
"Lindy, darling, I don't like that kid And I don't like you balling guys in your dressing room. And I'll catch you at it again, you'll get worse." Julie stood up and grabbed her purse and straightened her dress. As she opened the door; she turned and said, "I hope your ass hurts so much you collapse right there on stage. And everyone can ask you what's wrong!"
Julie slammed the door and walked away.
Terry had just finished taking a shower, and he was drying his hair with one hand and playing with his cock with the other. He didn't hear the, door, to the room open, and he didn't hear Ron sit down on the bed. The noise from the dryer plus his humming drowned out anything in the room. Finally, when his hair was perfect, he clicked the air brush off and stood up.
"Oh, Jesus!" He jumped in fright as Ron took him by surprise. He quickly turned around and tried to cover his cock.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but. I've been watching you dry your hair. That's quite a ritual."
"You scared me," Terry said, looking around to see what he could hold in front of him.
"Hey, I know you've been beating your meat, you don't have to hide it." Ron stretched out on the bed. He was wearing only faded jeans and the crease of his cock-was evident.
Terry turned around and dropped his hands. "I'm always playing with my cock!" he said with a grin. "It's my hobby, but don't put that in a publicity release!"
Ron laughed. Terry was beginning to cool off with him-he'd been uptight since the party in Lindy's apartment and the incident in the plane. But now he was standing there completely naked in front of him, letting his hard cock hang in front of his naked body.
Terry looked at Ron for a long while. He could see the guy's dick getting bigger and bigger. The room was filled with sensuality, he couldn't deny it. There was still hours till dinner. He was horny as hell. Ron was good-looking ...
The justifications! He tried to turn his mind off to everything and just let it-happen. He sat down on the bed next to Ron and put his hand on the guy's leg. "You wanna beat off together?"
Ron was startled, and then laughed. The way Terry had asked it was so sincere, so young. "Well, maybe. I'm really hot for your body."
"Well, I guess you can have it," Terry giggled, lying down next to Ron. "You're my agent, you practically own it!"
Ron laughed and then rolled over onto Terry, pinning him to the bed. They looked into each other's eyes and Ron pressed his face to Terry's, which took the boy by surprise. He had never dreamt that Ron was going to kiss him! He opened his mouth almost in shock and felt the man's tongue slide around inside his lips. His hard cock pressed up against the other, and they both smelled of the same kind of bath soap. That was what was fascinating about it-they were so much alike. Terry thought it was almost like making love to himself! It was as if a mirror had come to life.
Ron pulled his face away and stood up and quickly took off his jeans. His gigantic cock sprang out and Terry reached up with both hands and grabbed it, pulling it down to the bed, to his lips. Just before he took it, he said, "I don't think I'll be-very good ..."
"You'll be fine," Ron said gently.
Terry let his cock slide into his mouth. He wrapped his, tongue around the tip and then moved his teeth up and down the shaft lightly. He pushed it into his throat, but started to gag, so he kept moat of it out of his lips, working it with his hands, while he sucked and licked the huge tip. In a few moments Ron was moaning-he was wishing Julie and Lindy could see them now-and getting ready to shoot his load. But that wasn't what he'd come for.
He pulled away and said, "Careful, kid, you're better than I thought!"
"I'll ... I'll try to take it if you want, Ron," Terry said in a soft tone, almost wanting to see what it would be like to suck him to the point of orgasm.
"No, let's relax a little. Let me play with your beautiful asshole, huh?" Ron sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched Terry spread out on it, arms and legs wide, cock pressing down into the mattress. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow on his buttocks. Ron ran his fingers down the boy's back, over his ass cheeks, and down his legs. Then he knelt between his legs and pulled his buttocks apart ...
"Ron, please rim me ..."
Ron bent down and put his tongue directly between Terry's ass cheeks. The boy let out a shout of pleasure. Ron darted his tongue into Terry's asshole, and it went in easily. His ass wasn't real tight-his own fingers had been up there for years.
"Man, you've got a beautiful set of buns," Ron said, pulling his head away for a moment. He reached down and grabbed Terry's cock and pulled it down on the bed so it faced him, under his swollen balls.
"Suck my asshole, fuck me with your finger," Terry begged, spreading his legs till he thought they would rip from his torso. He grasped the bed covers with his hands and moved his head from side to side.
Ron pushed one finger up Terry's asshole after he spat there. Terry moaned in pleasure and pushed his ass up to meet the stroke, taking every inch of the long finger, holding it tightly inside him with the powerful muscles he had learned how to use so expertly.
Ron pulled the finger out and replaced it with two. Terry moved in pain for a moment, but then he was loving it, pounding his ass on the bed as Ron finger-flicked him. Ron ran his other hand over his cockhead and the stimulation sent shivers up his spine.
Then Ron tried three fingers, but the pain was too much. It wouldn't work. He let Terry relax for a second as he licked his ass like a puppy dog, applying more saliva, and then he moved in place, putting his cockhead against the boy's asshole.
"Ron ..." Terry mumbled, not quite knowing if he should ask what the guy was planning to do or if he should keep quiet and wait. Maybe he was just going to tease him by rubbing his cock on his asshole, like he'd done that night in Lindy's apartment ...
Ron suddenly pushed forward and down and Terry felt his asshole opening up to admit the huge battering ram between Ron's legs Terry's eyes flashed with fire for a moment and he let out a shout.
"Shut up, dammit," Ron said, shoving more of his cock m the boy's rectum.
"Ron, please don't! It hurts!"
"Relax, baby. Thu is what you wanted, even if you didn't know it. You're gonna love it, I know ..." He slid more into the boy and stopped, letting his spread ass get used to it.
"God, it hurts!"
Ron pressed his head against the boy's shoulders. "I said to relax, please, Terry. I want to fuck you so bad-I wanted to do it when we were in the pool this afternoon."
Terry turned his head away. He felt embarrassed and silly, lying there with another man's cock up his asshole. It hurt like hell, but he did try to relax, and it seemed better, easier. He knew his cock was still hard and pounding beneath him. And he was beginning to like the feel of Ron's lips biting at his shoulder and licking at his neck. Christ, what's happening to me?
Ron pressed his thighs forward again and all of his cock slid up the boy's ass. He held his shoulders and bit into his neck and whispered, "You're great, Terry."
Terry was holding his breath by now. He knew he was beginning to like it. He'd never fell such a sense of stimulation and excitement-another guy's cock fucking him! He loved it-and he hated it at the same time. If it would end soon, he could erase the entire incident from his mind. He wanted Ron to get off and leave, so he wouldn't have to deal with it in his mind. He didn't want to answer questions for himself.
"Hold your ass nice and tight now, and I'm gonna fuck you like no-one's ever fucked you," Ron said, pulling his hips up, pulling his dick out, of the boy's asshole.
"Come in me, Ron, please, now, fast," Terry said, desperate to get it over with.
But Ron wanted to take advantage of the situation. He rolled Terry over on his side and made the boy jerk his body back and forth on the bed, causing his cock to slide in and out of his asshole, and then he flipped Terry on top of him and let the boy sit there, bouncing on his hard long dick, and finally twisted him around to face him. Terry looked down and smiled-he'd forgotten about questions now, he didn't give a damn, he was loving every second of it-and then kissed. Ron and hugged him.
Finally, with Terry on his back and his feet up and wrapped around Ron's body, Ron fucked him facing him. He shoved his hips back and forth as Terry looked up into his eyes, holding his hands around the back of Ron's neck. His legs were spread and his balls rubbed on Ron's cock as it pulled out of his ass with each stroke. His cock rested hard against his belly.
"Hold on, kid!" Ron shouted, starting to move his hips faster than before.
"Do it, Ron! I want to feel it! Fuck me like you fuck Julie and Lindy!"
Ron looked down into Terry's eyes-hungry young eyes, begging for it. "I'm gonna fill you so full of jism you won't know what hit you!"
"Fuck my ass, Ron! Fuck me hard!"
"I'm COMMMMMMMMMMMING!" Ron slammed his body down on Terry and his cock shot off in the boy's rectum. They rolled over and over on the bed, their mouths pressed together in a passionate kiss, Ron's cock up Terry's hot asshole, Terry's legs wrapped around his manly ass.
They finally stopped moving, lying facing each other, and Terry opened his legs. Ron's cock slid a few inches out of his asshole. Terry was breathing hard. "I can feel it, it's hot and wet," he said, fascinated.
"Did .you like it?" Ron asked.
Terry was honest. "I loved it."
Ron started to pull his dick out, but Terry stopped him. "No, wait, don't take it out yet," he begged, sounding like a little boy. "I want to feel it get small inside me."
And in a few seconds his cock did get smaller and Terry's sphincter muscle forced it out of his anus with a wet popping sound.
"God," Terry said, "my ass is sure wet!"
And then, just as Ron was about to say something, there was a noise at the door of the room. They both turned. Julie stood there, leaning against the wall, silently, a slight leer on her face.
"Faggots," she said. She turned and walked out.
How long had she been there? They didn't know. But long enough to tell what had happened. Terry looked frightened-until Ron started stroking his hair. He fell back against the soft pillows and closed his eyes. In a minute he was fast asleep.
Ron put on his jeans and left.
Chapter Ten
Lindy had had a hard time getting through the rest of the afternoon's rehearsal, but she had done it. She hurt like hell, but she didn't show it. By the time rehearsal was called for the day, she was ready for two tranquilizers-but instead she took three, just in case.
They did the job, with the help of a bottle of gin she kept in her, dressing room. She showered and put on a clean white dress-she looked radiant in it-and met the others in the dining room for the dinner show.
Lindy couldn't help but notice the strange expression on Terry's face. It was as if he wanted to keep from looking at her. She took his hand under the table-they hadn't had a chance to get together alone since they were together in Vegas, and Lindy felt at least touching each other under the table would help. But, Terry pulled away.
As they were eating salad, Ron blurted out, "I suppose we owe this glum evening to our afternoons?"
No one said a word.
Ron continued. "Terry sits here all bothered and bent outta shape because he's doubting his masculinity. You see, Terry-how should we put it?-got fucked this afternoon."
Lindy gasped.
"Yes, Lindy, I fucked Terry. And he loved it, every minute of it. So he sits here-his ass hurts I don't doubt-brooding, wondering, worrying."
Julie giggled. "Drink, eat, be merry!"
Ron went on. "And Julie is laughing it all off because she succumbed to being the dominant bitch-cunt this afternoon, forcing that dancer to shove his fat dick up little Lindy's bum."
"Shut up," Lindy snapped.
Terry looked up in surprise, into Lindy's eyes. Suddenly they found that measure of understanding again.
"And little Lindy screamed and kicked and had her cute little asshole raped by that big stud assfucker. And then, good trooper of the stage that she is, went out there and tap danced her way through the rest of the afternoon."
"Waiter," Julie called, "I'd like another drink!"
When the waiter had gone, Ron went on. "I wonder how Gerry feels tonight? He's only banged boys before, at least the only assholes he's had it had been boys'. He's probably comparing the feelings right now."
"Ron, come on, let us enjoy our meal," Terry said, not even looking at him.
But Ron had to carry it through. "Terry got fucked and loved it. Lindy got it up her butt and took it just like her mother used to. And Julie got off on it because she's jealous of Lindy banging boys when she could have her all to herself. She and Sally and all the other dykes in this city."
"And you can have all the fags, baby," Julie snapped back at him.
"Please stop it!" Terry said, a little too loudly. People at the next table turned. He couldn't risk that-they were all recognizable.
Lindy dropped her fork, reached into her bag and took out a little pillbox. She opened it, popped a little blue pill into her mouth, and drank half a glass of water.
"What was that?" Julie asked, worried. She'd seen a bottle of sleeping pills in Lindy's suitcase the day before.
"Like mother, like daughter," Ron smiled.
Terry didn't say a word He knew the best thing to do would be to be quiet and try to forget about it all.
But late that night, in bed, he couldn't be quiet. Was it worth it? Was putting up with this slut, putting up with all this mental torment and torture worth it? How about the lessons, the singing, the voice sessions. Where was his life Where were his roots. And now, was it fair of Ron to fuck his head up by fucking his ass. He loved it, yes, Ron had been right It was the greatest sexual pleasure he'd ever had. And it worried him more than anything.
He worried about Lindy, too. The pills, the crazy pace she was setting, the constant rehearsing, the craving for sex-word traveled fast and he knew she'd been fucking Gerry every day, and then going off with Julie and Sally for a few nights of girl-love-and the constant nervousness she was beginning to show. Only two more days, then she'd open. He worried for her-he wasn't sure she'd make it.
Down the hall, Lindy Travis was in a deep sleep, induced by two Nembutals and a chaser of gin.
Across the hall, Ron and Julie sat up in bed, talking. The room was dark except for Julie's ever-present cigarette.
"We've got people from every major studio in California coming to the opening," Julie remarked.
"I know. Every time I think of the money that will be sitting in that room, I could choke. You had better take it easy on her, don't you think?"
"What?" Julie asked indignantly.
"You and Sally and her butch girl friends. And keep that kid, Gerry, away from her, too. She needs rest in the next two, days. She's getting fucked up."
"What do you mean fucked up?"
Ron raised his voice. "You saw how she downed that pill at supper, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"She was half asleep during the whole show."
There was a pause. Finally, Julie said, "All right, I'll make sure she's sheltered. And you watch your step with Terry. I can just see him turning into a raving queen."
Ron laughed "Oh, come on now, he's as butch as I am!"
"Yes," Julie snapped, "but you're a lot older and more mature. He's a kid. He can't handle homosexuality yet I'm afraid."
"After this afternoon, he's gonna have to."
Julie couldn't help it, she had to join in laughing "Man, you two were really a sight!"
"Hey," Ron asked, "when did you come in?"
"Right after you twisted him around on your cock!"
"Fantastic!" He laughed and then put his arms around, her. "The hell with those silly kids, I still love you."
"And I still love you."
Ron kissed her. "I love you more than ever!"
"Prove it," Julie whispered, pulling her panties off her feet.
Ron readied his cock and slammed into her He pumped hard, fast, wildly. She pulled his hair and reached down and slapped his ass "I love you, Ron," she whispered passionately.
"I love you, baby, and I'm coming in your cunt!" And with that he stopped moving and let his cream roll out of his cock into her hot womanly box. She clung to him without a word and finally released him and wiped her hair from her eyes Ron pulled out and sat up next to her.
"Been a long time," he said.
"Yes. I'd forgotten how nice it was!" Julie added.
"Let's get some sleep."
They crawled under the blankets.
There it was. The sign she had dreamed of:
OPENING TONIGHT: MISS LINDY TRAVIS MAIN BALLROOM
She stood there for a moment as the men hoisted It from the truck and-secured it beneath the hotel's bright marquee. She had finally made it.
The rehearsal was a kind of walk-through, just something to do with the afternoon, a few intros and the opening lines of songs, but nothing that amounted to hard work.
Gerry came by her dressing room when rehearsal was finished, kissed her on the cheek and wished her well. She was feeling the jitters-opening night jitters. She slugged down a glass of gin and took one Librium-she limited herself to that.
Telegrams began to arrive, some from people she didn't even know, fans of her late mother, wishing her well. Others invited her to join them after the show to discuss her "future" or her "career." Those she'd show to Ron, that was his business.
Julie came around to add some names to the list of Hollywood stars and people from the industry who were coming. Lindy had never seen Julie so excited.
Ron was busy with last minute arrangements and last minute fuck-ups-such as her name being spelled Travis on the special napkins they'd ordered. Things like that.
Lindy went out by the pool to be alone. Someone was swimming. It turned out to be Terry, and she felt relieved. "Hi, swimmer idol," she kidded, and sat down on a deck chair.
Terry climbed up out of the water and sat next to her with a towel on his shoulder. "Nervous?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. But I feel better now that I've found someone sane to talk to." She smiled.
Terry nodded. "We never seem to get together. You're rehearsing, or I'm rehearsing or meeting people. Records, openings, concerts, ugh. I'm sick of the whole thing already."
She gave him a knowing look. "You're no more sick of it than I am."
Terry looked up at her and nodded. She was right.
"Terry, do you think after all of tonight is done with, I could see you?"
He was surprised. "Sure, yes, of course. I'd love it. We can have out own little after-the-party party."
"Good." She took his hand. "I'll need someone to lean on after I get through this evening. It's really going to make or break me forever. This is it. Mama's ghost is watching!"
"You'll be fantastic!" Terry said, gripping her cold, trembling hand.
And she was! Lindy Travis was a triumph! She received four standing ovations and had to do three encores before the big-name crowd would let her off the stage. All the dancers and chorus and orchestra gave her roses, and she cried big honest tears at the end of the ordeal.
Terry had been at the first table, and the thing that had really touched his heart had been something he totally didn't suspect. About the middle of the show, Lindy said, "And now I'd like to do a sweet, wonderful song, one that you all probably know. It's very popular right now and Terry Peerce, sitting right down there, wrote it and recorded it. I only hope he won't mind what I do to it ..." And then she sang it like no one had ever heard before. Terry was in tears by the tune it was finished.
At the reception afterward, Terry finally made his way over to Lindy, and as soon as-they were together Julie gave the photographers the okay to start flashing. The room filled with popping flashbulbs and Terry posed close to Lindy, just the thing to start rumors of a romance-just what Ron and Julie wanted.
Lindy didn't know what was happening regarding her "future." Ron was busy talking to many people who looked as if they were either rich or influential or both. She didn't much care, she knew she'd get offers. Her performance had been electrifying-she'd been as good as her mother ever was, and she was determined to get better.
She waltzed through the crowd; meeting famous stars, some for the second or third time since some of them had known her mother and she'd met them when she was growing up. She kept receiving greetings and accolades. But her mind was on that sign outside, and on the signs that were to come. The sweet taste of success was in her mouth.
Finally, at five in the morning, she went to her room after Ron and Julie walked up with her. Terry had turned in early, waiting for Julie in his room. Julie took off her gown, stripped naked, and put on her yellow robe. Then she crept down the hall and knocked softly on Terry's door. He opened it immediately and then locked it behind her.
"You survived it!" Terry said, hugging her.
He was only wearing his undershorts.
"Barely. But I want to forget about it, Terry. I want to completely forget about it." She walked to the bed with him and sat down. She felt better now-she had popped a tranquilizer into her mouth when she changed into her robe.
"Terry, let me suck your cock. I've been thinking about doing that for a long time now ..."
Terry was a little surprised by her sudden turn toward sex, but he was willing and ready. He stood in front of her and pulled his shorts down to his knees. His half-hard cock sprang up and she bent forward to take it in her mouth.
"Oh, Lindy, that feels good," Terry said, wiggling his shorts down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as his cock started to harden in her warm, wet mouth.
"I love your cock, you beautiful boy," Lindy said, licking under it, over his balls. "I loved singing your song tonight-I thought about sucking your cock when I was singing it!"
"I had an erection under the table," Terry lied.
Lindy nibbled at his cockhead, kissing it as it lengthened in front of her "You have the greatest dick! It's the most perfectly shaped I've ever seen, better than Ron and Gerry put together." She took it in her mouth again, and then pulled off it, hitting it with her cheeks. She grabbed his balls with her hands and played with them, pulling on them gently, and then forced her hand between his legs and found his asshole.
Suddenly his cock jerked and she could feel his entire body going stiff as her finger probed his anus, he shivered and shook with passion "Lindy, I love you! I love you!" he said over and over.
"I love your cock," she purred, and then pushed her lips down on it again. This time she didn't release it-she started sucking in rhythm, moving her head back and forth, digging her finger up his asshole, rubbing his balls, flicking her tongue over the tip of his swollen cockhead.
He rubbed his hands through her hair and sighed. Then he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her robe apart. She moved one hand and pulled out of it, and then the other, and finally the garment dropped to the ground. She was naked, on her knees, and he sat on the edge of the bed as she twisted around, switching places so his cock was at the perfect position for a blowjob.
She sucked him hard and good. He flopped back on the bed and lifted his legs so she could fingerfuck him at the same time. He was close to shooting, and had to hold back several times.
"You like getting fingerfucked, don't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, I love it ... " he moaned.
She darted her finger all the way up his ass and pulled it out. Then she released her lips, letting his cock slap up against his abdomen, and started in sucking on his balls, one at a time, until she was able to pull them both into her mouth. She swirled them around with her tongue and pulled them into her throat. Then she went down to his asshole, spreading it with her fingers, darting her tongue in and out of the hot passage.
"Oh, godamnit, I can't stand it!" Terry cried out on the bed. He was in heaven, in pure bliss. He never wanted her to take her face from his ass-the same face that had sung those beautiful songs, the powerful singer with the cute little half-cocked smile like her mother had ...
Lindy pulled her face away and stood up. "I want you to fuck me, Terry!" She fell to the bed next to him, their bodies close together.
"I'll do anything, Lindy, anything!" He bent over and kissed her lips and chin, and then made his way down her body slowly, down her neck, between her breasts, to each nipple, down her belly and finally coming to rest at her pubic mound.
"That's it, Terry. Kiss my pussy."
Terry slid his tongue along the line of her cuntal lips and then darted it in, just as she had darted her tongue in his ass.
"Oh, that's it! " she said, spreading her legs. "Eat my cunt!"
Terry stuck his head between her legs and sucked as hard as he could. He brushed his tongue up into her and felt her clit and rubbed it. She dug her nails in his shoulders and reached down to grab his throbbing cock. Then he licked her pussy lips again and came back up her body, just as he had gone down.
They kissed again, passionately, with all the pent-up force in their young bodies. Then they sat up on the bed and embraced, and, finally Terry moved his head down between her legs again and Lindy did the same to him.
She took his cock in one hand and started kissing all around it, over his thick sac, over the flesh of his thighs, and finally on the tip of his penis itself. Terry moaned and stuffed his tongue as far into her as it would go, pushing her legs apart with his hands. He fingered her tiny asshole and finally shoved his head far between her legs, far enough to lick her hole and apply some saliva.
"Go ahead, Terry," Lindy moaned, wanting his finger up her ass. Ever since the day Julie had forced Gerry to fuck her ass, she'd been more conscious of the pleasure stimulation of her anus could bring. Now Terry would put his finger up her ass ...
With his face in between her legs, his chin pressing against her cunt in their sixty-nine position, Terry pushed his big finger into the girl's tight bum. She gasped and held his cock in her mouth, between her teeth, as she felt the sharp pain as his finger entered her. Then, in a moment, the pain was gone and a delicious sense of pleasure and excitement flooded her body.
Terry licked her pussy as his finger slid all the way up her asshole. He felt the muscles pulling him, hugging him, tugging on him-it was as if her asshole wanted his entire arm up ,there! He slipped his tongue into her cunt again and then shoved the finger to the hilt.
"Christ," Lindy murmured, pressing her face to his cock and balls.
Terry knew exactly what he was doing. He'd done this many times before, to himself. He knew just how to slide his finger, how to twist it, how to rotate just the tip-and at the same time his tongue did wild dances in her pussy. She cried out and he felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter as her pussy juices started to flow.
"I'm gonna make it," Lindy said, all at once starting to slam her body against his thee, making his hard finger move faster in her asshole; "Eat my clit!" she shouted, forcing his head between her legs, spreading her pussy as much as she could. She hugged his cock and sucked on it, kissing it, adoring it, as she felt her orgasm rising ...
Suddenly the whole world seemed to come crashing down! Everything went black and she felt nothing but the incredible pleasure rising out of her loins. She let herself go and it was as if the world had exploded-she was lost in space and time, with only a feeling of ecstasy enveloping her.
Terry didn't let go. He kept his tongue moving till she begged him to stop as she came back to reality. After he pulled his face away, he eased his finger out of her and let, her just lie there, relaxing, trying to catch her breath. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, then patted it against her wet thighs.
"That was fantastic," Lindy purred, grabbing his cock in her fingers again.
"Listen, if you're tired ... " Terry started to say.
"No, I'm fine. I feel great!" She bent over and kissed the tip of his cock, running her tongue around the slit in the end.
"Lindy, you were great tonight," Terry said again, still remembering seeing her on that stage. It was hard to believe the same girl was flow between his legs, licking his hard cock.
"So were you ... so are you," Lindy said, getting excited again, and smashed her head down on his cock. She was addicted to his penis-she didn't know what it was exactly, but it was a feeling, a compulsion, that she'd never experienced before. Ron had a bigger cock, Gerry's was thicker, but she was crazed with Terry's-and she sucked it better than she sucked any of the others.
Terry sat there on the bed with his feet curled under him, watching her take his cock down her throat. He wanted to come desperately. There was a feeling coming over him, something he couldn't explain, something that told him he didn't want to have intercourse with her. He wanted her to take him in her mouth, to take his cum and swallow it and curl up in his arms for the rest of the night ...
But Lindy wanted to be fucked by this cock she adored. She wanted to feel it all the way in her cant, slamming into her, screwing her till she came again! That's how she wanted it, without Ron or Julie watching, without them even knowing-she wanted love!
"Fuck me, Terry," she moaned.
"Are you sure ... "
"Terry, I want to feel your beautiful cock in my cant! Please, please now, stick it in me!" She was going crazy, squirming around on the bed, getting into position, spreading her legs, holding her cant lips apart.
Terry knelt between her outstretched legs and she grabbed his cock and positioned it at the lips of her pussy. Then she said, "GO ahead, shove! HARD!"
Terry started thinking about it-can I do it? will she like it?-but he quickly turned his mind off and told himself to forget. Thinking could do no good now, he had to do what his heart and his cock told him to do. He shoved his body forward and suddenly felt his cock enveloped by soft, warm, gripping flesh.
"Oh God, yes! That's it!" Lindy shouted, grabbing his shoulders, pulling his body to hers. His cock was buried to the hilt, their pubic hair entwined, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. He was fucking her and he hardly realized it.
He began to move his hips up and down and each time she met him with a gasp and a push with her loins. The bed squeaked and she brought her feet up around his ass, forcing his cock another inch into her cunt.
"Lindy, Lindy, Lindy," Terry moaned as he banged her furiously.
"Oh, baby, you're better than Gerry! Fuck me crazy, honey!" She was going wild, feeling his cock scraping against her clitoris, knowing she'd be able to make it to another orgasm.
"I love you, Lindy," Terry cried out, pumping his hips. His cock was hard as rock and his balls were swollen with his cum. He'd been close to coming twice in the last hour, and now he'd really shoot into her hot hungry pussy.
"Come inside me, baby! Fill me up!" Lindy begged, running her hands over his back and down to his ass cheeks. He kissed her and licked her ear and neck and pressed harder against her body, so her breasts moved beneath him, her hard nipples cutting into his chest.
"Come, Terry! I'm almost ready! Come together!"
"Yeah, yeah," Terry mumbled, but he couldn't feel it in his cock-he wasn't ready to shoot. He pumped his cock wildly, hard and fast, but still he couldn't feel that wonderful exploding. Sensation just before, orgasm.
"Terry, I can't get off till I feel you coming inside me!" She was practically weeping now. She needed to feel his jism flooding her insides, then she'd be able to come again.
But Terry couldn't do it. He finally stopped, sweating, panting, and said softly, "I don't know what's wrong ..."
Lindy opened her eyes and looked up at him. She at once knew-she'd been hoping it wouldn't have to be like this-and she knew what to do about it She squirmed her body to one aide a bit and reached down to grab Terry's balls. Then, as they stared into, each other's eyes, she brought her fingers up to his anal opening and touched there, hard, deliberately.
"Oh, yes, that's it!" Terry said.
Lindy felt his cock twitch and jump inside her pussy. She pressed her fingers up harder and two of them entered his asshole to the first knuckle. That was all he needed. She twisted her fingers around once and felt him shudder and grasp her body to him.
Without moving his cock, without so much as a shove or a stroke, Terry came. Lindy's fingers up his ass did the trick, and he shot off harder and wilder than he'd ever come before. He shouted into the darkness of the room and Lindy gave up her orgasm for his pleasure. She kept her fingers moving around and around in his asshole till he'd stopped coming, and then finally pulled them away and rolled on her side, with his cock still in her, until he pulled it out. Then she went down on him again, sucking the cream off his dick, licking his asshole, resting her head between his legs.
As she lay there, quiet, feeling his deep slow breathing, his cock limp against her cheek, she knew there was no hope for the two of them-at least with each other. She needed to be fucked, and he'd never be able to do it-because of the simple reason that he needed to be fucked also!
It was a realization, a truth, and they both accepted it. They had hoped for more, but they'd take what they could get. They didn't want it to hurt their friendship-Lindy kept thinking. Wouldn't it have been nice if Terry and I could have found a great sexual thing and had fatten in love and told Ron and Julie to go to hell!-but it did. That bond they bad felt so strongly wasn't so strong any longer. Terry felt a bit ashamed of himself, and yet he accepted the fact of his anal orientation better than he had thought he would And Terry continued to fuck Gerry, Ron, Sally, Julie, and a long list of them in the days before their Vegas stint came to an end.
Chapter Eleven
Terry Peerce was a sell-out in Albuquerque. His triumph was created by good advance publicity, the fact that his record had climbed to number two in the nation, and that he had signed to do a TV special with other young singers in the new season.
Terry and Ron had taken a trip to Hollywood one day. It had been very simple. The producer of the TV show talked to Terry, interviewed him, told him nothing was definite, but invited Terry and Ron to his house for dinner that night. He was a nice guy, good-looking, in his thirties, a bachelor ...
Ron had gone back to the hotel, but Terry stayed in the man's-bed-and got the job. He'd been good, as good as he could possibly be. It was easy, in fact-all he had to do was lie there with his legs spread, and he enjoyed it. Ron felt a pang of jealousy but he quickly got over it when he saw the figures on the contract the next day. Ron was going to be very rich, and since Terry didn't have a business manager and didn't know he actually needed one, Ron figured he could rake in half the money that would really belong to Terry for the next two years.
And back in Vegas, Julie was doing the same thing with Lindy Travis. HELD OVER! the signs said. She was usually hung over, drunk on booze and loaded with pills to keep going or to calm her down. When did she have time to rest? She did two shows a night and spent most of each day meeting people, talking about movies, Broadway, commercials-there was, always something planned for the days. Julie scheduled her to talk at women's club luncheons and conventions and fashion shows. She was the toast of the town. And it was killing her.
The day after the Albuquerque concert, Ron and Terry arrived back in Vegas. They met Julie and Lindy out at the pool. Terry thought Lindy looked terrible, but he didn't say anything. He looked fantastic, she thought-the sweet taste of success had been in his mouth too and he had liked it.
"They even ripped my shirt off," he said, still a little stunned with the fact that he'd finally reached his David Cassidy appeal, if only on a small scale, and was about to reach the heart of little teenyboppers everywhere via television.
"Our two stars," Julie said, motherly, happily, money-signs all but flashing in her eyes.
"Our kids," Ron added, smiling.
That night, Terry went to Lindy's midnight show, and again he was stunned. No matter how bad she'd looked in the sunlight, on stage she was gorgeous. He sat at a ringside table and Lindy looked down at him often during the show, dedicating his song to him again. This time she sang it with tears in her eyes.
After the show, Terry noticed Julie in the casino, playing-the quarter slot machines. She was standing talking to a blonde girl he figured was either a whore or a showgirl. He started over to them, but bumped into an older woman in a wheelchair. "I'm sorry," he said.
She looked up at him through her thick glasses and said, "Hey, wanna make fifty bucks?"
"What?" Terry asked in surprise.
"All you have to do is take off your clothes ..."
He didn't let her finish, He all but ran over to Julie. "Man," he said standing next to her, "see that old hag in the wheelchair?" Julie nodded.
"She wanted ... she wanted me to have sex with her!"
"Oh, no!" Sally giggled, leaning against a slot machine.
"Terry, this is my friend Sally. You've heard us talk about her." Julie pulled the arm of the machine. Three quarters dropped out. "Shit."
"Hi, Terry. I like your record a lot," Sally said, taking his hand.
Terry looked at Julie and said, "Listen, I'm really tired. I see the dancers are coming out, so Lindy should be out in a minute. Will you tell her I went to bed and I'll see her tomorrow?"
"Sure," Julie said, pulling the arm again. Nothing. "Shit. Yeah, I'll tell her. She's going to a party with us anyhow."
"Oh, okay," Terry said softly. He crossed the casino and noticed a boy standing on one side of the lobby. He'd seen him before. Where? The guy was carrying a small make-up case. Oh, she's a dancer in Lindy's show. Terry walked to the elevator.
"Come on, baby, lick my cunt a little," Sally said to Lindy. The three women were naked on Julie's bed. Ron had found someone shortly after dinner and was off with them for the night. But Julie didn't care. Now she had the room all to herself-and her girls.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Lindy said, getting up from-the bed.
She walked to the bathroom, but Sally and Julie went with her. She stopped and looked at them as she turned on the bathroom light. "I have to go to the bathroom," she repeated.
"We're going to watch," Julie said.
"Yeah, I love to see a girl tingle! Can I touch your pretty pussy lips as it comes out, honey?" Sally asked.
Lindy was freaked-she'd never expected anything like this. She started to protest, but she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere ... she'd do what they wanted. Hell, maybe it would be exciting ...
She sat down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Julie stood against the wall and Sally got down on her knees, pressing her tits to Lindy's knees. Lindy tried but nothing happened.
"Hey, wait, I want to see something exciting!" Julie said, and told Sally to get up. "I want to see Sally's pussy burn with Lindy's golden stream!"
Lindy didn't have time to think. In a moment she was squatting over Sally in the bathtub. The showgirl had her legs spread, her pussy held open with her hands, ready for Lindy to pee directly into her cunt "Oh, Lindy, I want to feel your hot piss flooding my box." Sally moaned in anticipation.
"Come on, do it," Julie ordered sharply, working her fingers in her own cunt.
A trickle started. Sally gave a yelp of pleasure. Then Lindy let go completely and the urine flowed from her pussy lips, covering half of Sally's body, and ran down the little drain Julie watched in fascinated pleasure.
But it was too much for Lindy. When she finished, Sally started masturbating herself on the bottom of the tub and Julie was kissing her tits and playing with her own cunt Lindy stood up and suggested they take a shower, and turned the water on In a minute the room was full of water as they played around with the soap and giggled girlishly Finally, back in the bedroom, she let them fuck her with the vibrator till she came and then she left them so they could spend the night together.
She walked out into the hall and went to Terry's door. She was going to knock, but she knew it wouldn't solve anything. She went back to her room and dried her hair. Why wake up Terry? What could he tell her that she already didn't know? She was caught, he was caught, in a web they had helped spin themselves. The same web her mother had been caught up in till her suicide.
Lindy took a sleeping pill and waited forty minutes. Nothing happened. She grabbed the gin and put down-a glass, and then took her sweater and went outside. The sun was just starting to come up. She walked around the grounds of the hotel for a few minutes, and then she started feeling sleepy and went back into the hotel.
As she crossed the lobby she happened to look into the keno parlor. The place was empty except for two people, a handsome guy with fairly long hair and a beard, and a beautiful woman dressed in a simple, lovely gown. They were laughing and giggling as if they were the only two people in the world. The keno caller watched them-with a smile. The woman lit up a cigarette and said, "Last game unless we win."
They watched the numbers being called off. The guy yelled, "Kecky, we did it!"
The woman broke up completely. "We won a whole ninety cents! What are you talking about, we did it?"
"One more game," the guy said, and ran up to the keno counter.
Lindy watched as the woman watched him. There was the look of love in her eyes, and when the guy came back and sat next to her, he put his arm around her, and they sat waiting for the next numbers to come up. They were oblivious to the world. They were together; connecting, alone in a Vegas hotel. Lindy almost had forgotten such things could happen. If only she could find someone ...
"One more game!" the guy shouted.
"Tom, you're crazy!" the woman said, opening her purse to find the last of their change.
They're probably more happy being broke, Lindy thought. She was rich and what did it do for her? She started to walk away and glanced back again. She envied the couple, not so much because they looked so good together, or because they both had a kind of class about them that she'd never had. She envied them because of the simple fact that they were happy-happy together.
Lindy walked down the hall. The picture of the couple in the keno parlor haunted her mind. Maybe, just maybe, she and Terry could take another try at it. Maybe the, sexual part would happen after a while, maybe it would work out ... She passed her door and walked to his room.
She tried turning the handle-she didn't know why she didn't knock, she had the feeling the door would be open-and opened the door slowly. She heard a voice and a groan. She opened the door all the way.
"Who the hell?" a voice said.
She recognized the voice.
She focused her eyes. There on the bed was Terry Pearce, lying bare naked, face down, his legs and hands spread wide. Kneeling between his legs, with his thick cock embedded in Terry's asshole, was Gerry, his face looking flushed, startled.
"My God, Lindy," Terry moaned.
They all froze. Lindy by the door, Terry and Gerry in the light coming in from the hallway. Lindy finally blinked and took a step back.
"Lindy, I didn't ... " Gerry started to say, but there was nothing to say. He stopped himself and let his body fall down on top of Terry's. Terry closed his eyes as the door closed.
Lindy went to her room and downed another sleeping pill. She had many things to do the next day, and she needed some sleep. The sun was up now, the new day had begun. It was just like the times with her mother-Susan would stumble in drunk at seven in the morning and Lindy would help her into bed, give her a sedative. Now she had given herself a sedative. But the difference between mother and daughter was that mother had always had someone to take care of her.
Lindy Travis had no one.
Ron Feldman, at that moment, was sleeping between a young hippie-type guy and his chick in a trailer at the edge of the city.
Julie was cuddling Sally, the showgirl, in her bed.
Gerry was fucking Terry, wildly, brutally, taking out all the frustration he felt because of Lindy's unwanted and unplanned entrance to Terry's room.
Lindy was alone. She looked out the window. There was her name. She'd become what she wanted-to be more than her mother.
