Lindy Travis arrived at the party precisely when Ron and Julie had advised her – late. Everyone was there, waiting, drinking, being cute and happy, smiling and pretending not to despise one another, which most of them did. Show business is not the most loving business in the world.
"Everyone, attention!"
No one heard. Ron tried again, louder. "EVERYONE, ATTENTION!" The roar of the crowd subsided and heads turned to look at him. "Ladies and gentlemen, the guest of honor, no longer the daughter of Susan Travis, but a star in her own right. Miss Lindy Travis!"
Applause. Honest enthusiasm, because if they loved her mother, they were ready to love her. The door opened and Lindy appeared, dressed in a long black dress, simple and very very elegant. Gerry, the dancer and her latest companion, escorted her.
She made her entrance.
Terry Peerce had been the star of the party up to that point, arriving also – as the Feldmans had indicated – early. He gave press interviews, had his picture taken with a few other famous people who were there, and had been circulating all the time, pushing his sweet-innocence-and-sex mixture, playing the cute boy to everyone there, hoping to help sow the seeds of a career. He talked a lot about his record and Ron impressed all present with the fact that Wonderland was going to release it as a single.
But when Lindy entered, she was the envy of everyone, including Terry Peerce. He'd never seen a picture of her that captured her beauty. He thought she was much more attractive than her mother had been, and he stood there in awe – or was it lust? – as she entered the room. He saw the guy with her and felt a tinge of jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel anything at that point, but it was there, inside him.
Julie and Ron soon steered Lindy through the crowd, all but ignoring Lindy's escort, till she stood face to face with the good-looking young singer they had told her about. "Lindy, meet Terry Peerce," Julie said.
"Hi," Lindy said softly, smiling.
"I've been wanting to meet you since I can remember. Hello!" Terry said, truly excited.
"I hear you're the new David Cassidy." Julie put her hand on his shoulder. She liked the way he looked.
"Maybe. At least, that's what Ron tells me," Terry laughed, glancing at Ron's smiling face.
Terry saw that Lindy giggled, understanding the bond they already shared by being the Feldmans' two newest and hottest properties. But there was a difference, so they both believed Ron and Julie were real, honest, and really cared about them. There was some love involved, and they weren't going to be exploited for making a buck. They really believed it.
Ron turned and called to the press people, and the cameras came rushing over. Someone stuck a drink in Terry's hand, and pulled one out of Lindy's. Ron pulled Gerry away from Lindy, asking him to bring Julie an appetizer from the other side of the room to get rid of him. Then Lindy and Terry held hands and looked at each other and smiled huge ultra-bright smiles.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Flashbulbs went off and Ron and Julie stood there, glowing, along with everyone else in the room. Here they were, the two newcomers, ready to enter the big wonderful hateful world that was lights and glamour and glitter and success… and a whole lot of shit. But the shit was worth it. The other rewards were worth it.
Terry and Lindy didn't have much time to talk during the affair, but they planned – promised – to meet before Lindy flew to Vegas with her act. They shook on it – and Terry felt his cock twitching in his shorts when their hands touched and their eyes met.
Gerry dropped Lindy at her apartment. He'd borrowed a friend's car for the evening, and had to get it back. She wanted him to stay – she felt hot, excited, sexy. The booze and the glory of the party had taken their effect, but she wanted to make love. On the drive home she had reached over to play with Gerry's cock, but he swerved, just missing another car, so she had stopped. A feel wasn't worth getting cracked up in an auto wreck.
Lindy locked her door and sat down on her bed. She loved everything about it – she knew it now, really knew it. She had been the center of attention, the person the party was for, the person the fans scream for, the star! Now she knew was all about, what her mother had been about. There was nothing else like it, and the taste of it – even the small party this night – was a good one. It encouraged her to reach for more.
She didn't know what to do. She turned on the TV, but found only talk shows and a movie she'd seen twelve times and had 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 light. She thought of Terry Peerce – she didn't know what it was about him, but she was turned onto him.
She sat and looked out on the street, watching the lights of the cars flashing through the night. She felt cold, but inside she was hot. She took off her clothes and put on her long robe. She looked out the window again, rubbing her hands over her breasts. Why didn't Gerry come up? She knew it wasn't a matter of getting that car back. He could have come up for a quick fuck, as he'd done before. He'd been pissed off because everyone ignored him at the party, but after all, he had come as her escort. Shit.
She finally opened the dresser drawer and took out a Librium. Maybe it would have a calming effect. She had rehearsal tomorrow and she had to get some sleep. Maybe she should masturbate – but that was such a bore! Shit.
There was a knock at the door. Lindy jumped up, her eyes flashing, and called out, "Gerry?"
"Ron," the voice said.
Ron? What the hell was Ron doing there at three in the Goddamn morning?
She opened the door. Ron winked at her and walked into the room, a bit smashed. He sat on the couch and loosened his tie. "I hoped you'd be alone."
Lindy closed the door. She wondered if anything had happened, if something were wrong. "Where… where's Julie?"
Ron laughed. "She found some cunt at the party she wanted."
Lindy honestly wanted to believe she had heard him wrong. "What? You must be kidding…"
Ron pulled his tie off and dropped it on the coffee table. "Julie Feldman, my wife, is down in the East Village right now, sucking on a dark-haired girl's pussy. And that's the truth." He laughed again and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Lindy stumbled across the room and fell into a chair. Okay, she'd been around, she knew her mother had even had a woman lover for a time, but this was a shock. If anyone had seemed like the ideal married professional couple, it was Ron and Julie.
"Don't look so stunned. Julie likes girls. And boys too. She fucks anything. And everything." He had his shirt open to his waist and was taking his jacket off.
"I don't understand…"
"Lindy, baby, it's call bisexuality. It's in the dictionary, in case you…"
She cut him off sharply. "Ron, I'm not an idiot. I started saying I don't understand why you came here. Why aren't you home?"
"Because I like girls, too. I like you. And I want to 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, now that Lindy knew she was a lesbian? Ron really was a good-looking guy, maybe he'd dig her body and they could have a thing. What if Gerry had a change of heart and showed up? Ron looked good, very good, with his shirt off…
"Look, I'm drunk and you're naked under that robe," Ron said, zipping his pants down, "and I'm getting a super hard-on thinking about what I'm gonna see once you open it. So do it."
Fuck it, Lindy figured. The hell with Gerry, relationships, people, Julie. She pulled the belt and opened her robe. She spread her legs and sat facing him, virtually naked. His eyes opened and he reached inside his pants.
"You're beautiful," Ron mumbled.
"Let me see what you look like," Lindy muttered, feeling her passion rising again as he moved his hand around in his pants. Then he pulled out his huge cock and held it up in front of him. She gasped and stood up, dropping the robe down to the chair.
Ron looked at her – never taking his eyes from her for a second – as he pulled his pants and shoes and socks off. Then he flung his undershorts over his shoulder and stood facing her. "In the bedroom?" he asked.
"Yes," Lindy responded, reaching out to touch his long thick cock. It was as full as Gerry's at the base, but much longer. She shuddered to think how it would feel deep inside her twat.
She led him to the bedroom.
They fell onto the bed, rolling in a passionate embrace for a minute, then lying there to look at each other's body, probing and finding, experimenting with the special new thing each had been desiring.
"You're incredible, Lindy," Ron said as his fingers inched along her thigh. He leaned back on the mattress and looked down at her slim ivory hand as it moved up his abdomen and slid back down to fondle his crotch. His cock was swollen and he was hornier than he had ever been when he had been drunk. If only Terry Peerce could be here, too, he thought.
She never really grabbed his cock. She kept teasing the flesh around it, over his balls, in his pubic hair. He knew, she wanted him desperately, he had seen it in her eyes weeks ago. She was crying out for a father, a father-image, the thing she'd been deprived of her entire life. Oh sure, she'd had more "fathers" than most people on earth, and a few of her mother's lovers had called themselves her father even though they weren't lucky enough actually to marry the famous Susan 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 thumb-like appendage up between his lips, chewing on it as she automatically pushed her hips forward, slamming – her cunt in his face.
His tongue was working like a piston as Lindy shifted position, spreading, her legs as wide apart as possible. Ron got his mouth into place, glued it against her cunt, and kept sucking for all he was worth. And when she raised her legs up the very sight of her pink naked ass began to drive him insane with desire.
"Yes, suck on it! Ron, please, it's all yours, every bit of it!" Her fingers searched out his gigantic cock, grabbing the head again. Suddenly she dropped her feet and screwed herself around on the bed. She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Holy Christ!" Ron said, as he watched the beautiful girl going down on him. He figured – rightly – that she hadn't done this much before, but she was a fast study. Man, his cock was aching in a minute as her lips caressed and loved the tip of his huge dick.
Lindy couldn't contain herself. She kept sucking, forcing more and more of his meat down into her throat. She wasn't happy till it banged against the back of her throat, forcing her to stop and catch her breath.
She sucked on him till he couldn't stand it any longer – he was ready to come. He pulled her head off his dick and brought her face to his and kissed her hard on her wet, red lips. She wrapped her arms around him and moved into position.
"Ron, do it to me! Please, fill me with love! Fuck me like you fuck Julie!" She flopped back on the mattress, the sheets rumpled beneath her. She moved one hand to her cunt and began to finger herself as he watched in fascination. In a second her hard clitoris was exposed to his gaze, and she worked it in her fingers, tweaking it and stroking it.
"Please do it," she begged again, exposing more and more of her pussy as the lips flowered open of their own accord, dilating violently, rapidly. Her hole looked large and inviting, dark and exciting. He moved into place. He was ready.
Lindy took hold of his cock and stuffed it down into place. He looked down between them and groaned loudly is the head of his thick weapon pushed into her vulva, pressing down against her clit. The widely separated lips of her snatch opened even more in order to accommodate his thick tool. He held himself in place.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered over and over. She had never been this excited, never been this overt. Her eyes were glazed over and she felt the Librium working, relaxing her into a dreamy kind of sexual haze. "Fuck me, Ron. Shove your cock in me and 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 hip chest across her body, stimulating her boobs as well as her pussy. He felt the hairy root of his dong grinding down against her muff and her stiff thick clit scraped against his cockahaft, wildly stimulated.
His heavy nuts were hitting between the cheeks of her ass, dangling down, rotund and filled with fresh unreleased cum. He was getting ready to shoot, to spurt right into her hole – Lindy felt her climax nearing, approaching rapidly as her daddy, her press agent, her pal, Ron, kept stroking his huge wonderful cock into her pussy. "I'm going to make it," she whispered, her eyes red and glazed and unfocussed.
"You're gonna make it, baby. We're gonna make it!" Ron slammed his cock into her as she wrapped her legs around his back.
She felt herself getting ready and she concentrated on the moment of impending pleasure, tossing and turning beneath him. She angled herself back and forth so that the head of his dick hit against, one wall of her cunt and then another. "Come with me! PLEASE, RON!" she screamed out into the dark room.
Then it happened. Almost simultaneously, the two of them began to come. Ron stroked into her, and as the head of his cock hit against the back of her cunt he felt his nuts tighten and push up inside his sac. His jism soared up and he kept shivering, feeling chills and hot flashes as his orgasm swept through his body and pumped out into her womb.
He was in ecstasy, sobbing along with her, the two of them thrashing about on the mattress. His juices boiled over and he began to pour his hot load all along the walls of her pussy. Cum leaked out of her cunt lips and ran down along her hot little asshole.
He wasn't the only one in ecstasy. "Yes, come in me, more, more! Fill me! Oh fuck! Ron! FUCK!" She shouted and screamed and whimpered finally, her own abundant cunt juices flowing down the overheated walls of her straining pussy.
They clung, to each other as long as they could as Ron kept shooting his load, coming for all he was worth. They rolled on their sides and stopped moving, letting his cock rest in the mushy hot wetness that was her cunt. The cat jumped on the bed and settled at their feet, making not a gourd. Lindy sighed and closed her eyes. They both were sweating.
When he pulled his tool out of her pussy, the last drops of semen dripped out of the head, and he slowly pulled it out of her young and beautiful hole. It glistened with their discharge and fell against her thigh.
"I just fucked Lindy Travis," Ron said, a bit sobered now, having accomplished what was a kind of purge for him.
"Lindy Travis just loved it," Lindy Travis said.
And at the same moment, in the dark big-city morning, Julie Feldman had her arms around a sleeping girl in the East Village, as Ron had guessed.
And, not far away, Terry Peerce slept. With an erection. He was dreaming, of course, about Lindy Travis.