XE-984  Fame, Fortune And Lust
[aka 'Erotic Passions Fulfilled']
(Ricky Lee Smith)


Chapter One 

"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 
no 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 hands 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 I 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 it 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 head 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. 

"Yes." 

"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 lips 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 lips. "Yes, 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 head 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 lips 
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 hard 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, facing 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 face. 
"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 feel 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 in-sides 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 millions. 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 a new 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 set. 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 how 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. 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 up on 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 tips 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 years, since she had lost her virginity. It was 
fist-size at the tip and grew even fatter at the base. The slit in the tip 
was huge, and 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 in 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 wall 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 his 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 under-shorts 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, wet-ting 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 jumped off the bed. He opened his 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 is 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 Feldman's 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 Feldman's' 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 what it 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 hated 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 lights. She thought of Terry Peerce-she 
didn't know what it was about him, but she was turned on to 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 fuck 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, how 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 Travis. 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 thumblike 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 as 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 fuck 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 his 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 cockshaft, 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 her, and as the head of his cock hit against 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 sound. 
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 "f her mouth, "Blows like crazy, huh?" 

"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 head 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 too 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 hard 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 beat 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 buried 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 
flick 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 
cock-head. 

"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 lips 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 this 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 had 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. 

He 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 most 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 if 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 no 
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. 
Terry! 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 edge of the couch and held his dick out, 
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 
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 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 before 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 cock-heads 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 lips 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 balls 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 
fucked 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 fucking 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 u your pretty pussy? Huh, Lindy?" 

"Yes, oh yes," Lindy moaned, which caused Ron to become more excited. He 
knew he 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 cock-head 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, fuck 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 Lindy 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, cleansing it. 

"My God, I didn't think 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 win! 

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 long time? 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 going 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 talking 
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 Feldman's, 
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 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 I know, the names-Julie, Gerry, Lindy, 
Terry! They're all ee's!" 

"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 o 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-Margret, 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 in 
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 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-whirrrrrrrrr-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, who'd 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 fuck 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 fast, filling her cheeks 
till they bloated out, and after a few times she was learning how to swallow 
the whole load out letting any dribble down her chin. 

The first time she took all his cum, she 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 fuck on the bed. But they liked doing it in strange places, just 
as Terry Peerce liked beating 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 side, 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 in 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 hand 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 hard 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 hand 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. 

Ron 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 Feldman's', and Lindy was just down the hall. They put on 
their swimming trunks and met at the pool, where they clowned 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 hands 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 rubbed 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-Margret 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, resighed 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 shoved 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 she 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 now 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 if I 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 lying here 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 most 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 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-fucked 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 in the boy's rectum. 

"Ron, please don't! It hurts!" 

"Relax, baby. This 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 felt 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 tapdanced 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 shit, 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 Tavis 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 time 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 then; 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 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 face, 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 now 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 cunt, 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 cunt! Please, please now, 
stuck it in me!" She was going crazy, squirming around on the bed, getting 
into position, spreading her legs, holding her cunt 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 side 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 his. 

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 fallen in love and told Ron 
and Julie to go to hell!-but it did. That bond they had 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 others in the days before their Vegas stint came to an end. 

Chapter Eleve 

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 hearts 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 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, he'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. He 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 Peerce, 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. 

In all ways. 


End
