The cramped walk-up studio that he rented was, as usual, in need of a woman's touch. Food from meals already digested and forgotten lay hardening in the sunlight that glared in from outside. This place had little to say for it, but its Southern exposure was its one redeeming point. Even in the dead of winter, there was more sun here than in most penthouses. The one large room was papered floor to ceiling with rock posters from the sixties; David had lived in San Francisco then and was, as he told it somewhat sketchily, somehow loosely connected with the defunct Avalon ballroom. Lucy, in her more cognizant moments, guessed that he was perhaps a ticket-taker, but she never ventured to question him further. David was not the kind of person one ever got to know extremely well; she supposed she knew him as well as anyone, and still there were a lot of stones uncovered. Like, for instance, what he did for a living. He did not seem to have a lot of money, but he always had just enough. Yet when she asked him about his source of income, he always answered in some vague generality about being an «agent,» then sometimes a few words about «finders' fees and such.»
Lucy had heard of such things; John Barrett always took her into his confidence. He often said that he wanted no daughter who was capable of being just a housewife: therefore, he explained the innermost workings of his businesses in detail to her as a teenager, usually when she would have preferred television or a drive in the country. But she never let on to David that she had any familiarity at all with the world of business and finance; as far as he knew, she understood just what little they taught her at business school. And that was hardly enough to make a decent secretary. In all honesty, she had to admit, if only to herself, that she had some doubts about David's standing in the financial community, but that never bothered Lucy Barrett. She had all the money she needed, and a lot more corning when she turned twenty- five, so what did it matter if David probably had some part-time job he was ashamed to tell her about. Maybe in a service station since he liked cars so much, she sometimes guessed. But only when it crossed her mind at all, which was seldom.
«Want another beer?» he asked, opening the refrigerator.
«No, thanks, those two at Scottie's were enough for me. I have to go home eventually, and one drunk in the house is quite enough.»
«Ol' lady's on the sauce again?» he laughed.
«Not so bad as before, when Daddy died. But she's knocking down more than her share. And that boyfriend of hers kills a bottle every day or so. Scotch, naturally, at twelve bucks a bottle.»
«Can't the tight-ass afford his own booze? I thought he had tons of money.»
«Yeah, I suppose. He's got lots of money, but he'd rather drink for free, I guess,» the attractive blonde explained as she dropped across David's unmade double bed. She always felt a tingle of excitement when she lay on this bed; this was where she first had a man. This was the only place where she'd had a man.
David kneeled on the mattress beside her, placing his half-full beer on the headboard. «Well, let's not talk about that jerk Marlowe. We've got more important things to do, right, baby?» Lucy felt her whole body begin to shiver as his hands touched the small of her back and then moved down over her soft round buttocks and started to push the hem of her school dress up along the backs of her smooth unblemished thighs. She heard his breathing suddenly grow faster, and she could feel the hot intensity of his stare there between her slightly-spread thighs. He gave her a meaningful nudge and she lifted her hips and then her breasts so that he could pull her dress up and off, pausing first to unzip it at the shoulders.
«Mmmmmmmm,» she murmured softly as his hands smoothly caressed their way down her back as he unhooked her brassiere; that too was removed quickly as she lifted her large firm breasts from the mattress for Davis to pull it away. She felt a quiver of eagerness as her naked breasts rubbed against the sheet; her nipples hardened in contact with the coarse fabric, and Lucy could feel that familiar surge of passion rushing through her chest and loins.
His warm hands moved further down her back as he hooked his fingers in the taut elastic band at the top of her panties, and then he yanked and tugged until they cleared the swell of her hips and slid over the luxurious half-globes of her buttocks. In another few seconds, he had them down her long trim thighs and then, as she lifted her ankles cooperatively, he removed them and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. Lucy was totally naked now, not having worn any stockings to school because of the muggy heat and humidity, and she purred like a complacent kitten as his searching hands coursed over her eagerly, devouring her naked flesh with his fingertips. His hand slipped easily up between her milky-white thighs until his fingers brushed electrically across the sparse blonde pubic hair around her vagina; his finger swept just slightly over the quivering, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, and she moaned loudly, a visible shiver of excitement racing up from her naked loins and along her bare smooth back. His own fervent lust thoroughly aroused, the long-haired young man lifted and rolled her voluptuous body over easily so that her full frontal nudity was offered up to him like an obscene French postcard. Her eyes were hardly more than slits, and her naked firm breasts rose and fell in the swelling crescendo of her blatant and uncontrollable passion!
David's lust-widened eyes bulged to take in all of the rich young blonde's luridly exposed sensuality. Like every other time he had brought her up here to this dingy apartment, she was hotter than New York on the Fourth of July – her legs twitching anxiously and her ripe little ass just squirming with excited eagerness. Lucy Barrett, John Barrett's only child, and here she was in his bed, begging for his cock! What incredible sweet irony! It was just too damn much.
He could scarcely suppress the smirk of absolute victory that seemed to creep across his face on its own … Oh, you hot-ass piece o'pussy, you'd absolutely shit if you knew the whole story! Yes, you would!
That night she turned up like something out of a dream … Lucy Barrett alone and crying her big blue eyes out at a dump like Scottie's! He had to look twice before he was certain himself, as he had only seen her before from a distance, but with a face like an angel and a body that could tempt a saint, he knew it had to be the same girl. It had been nearly a year since John Barrett gave the order to have him fired from the shipping department, instructions that included turning his name over to the police for being a marijuana smoker. His foreman had caught him with a lighted «joint» during his lunch break, and being the hard- hat that he was, went straight to John B. himself. Lucy never knew any of this, of course, for the store had kept it quiet to avoid publicity. And though the charges were eventually dropped by the District Attorney's office, he had spent a nervous two months sweating it out. And unemployed to boot. He swore to get even that very day he was fired, but he had given it up as a lost cause until he spotted Lucy that night at Scottie's.
David had another job now, thanks to John Barrett. Or rather, no thanks, for he would rather have been on welfare than doing what he was into now. He had reluctantly agreed to do some work for Sammy DeAngelo and his organization, just that one time to make ends meet. One little trip down to the Naval Yards at Norfolk with a certain small package to deliver, just that one time. But it didn't work out that way; with Sammy's organization it never did. Once they had their hooks in you, your ass was theirs until they tired of you. First they were all smiles and please-and-thank-you, then they lost their charming good humor when you refused them another delivery run. And when you went out to start your car one morning and found all the tires slashed even though it had been left under a street light, then, if you were smart, you knew that the organization had you where they wanted you. Right under their thumb.
Only now David could see a light at the end of the tunnel – a way out from under Sammy's crushing weight and a chance to get even with John Barrett at the same time! It was almost too good to be true, all that money just waiting to be grabbed. He could tell Sammy to shove it and split for the Riviera where the real action was! And the best part of all was fucking John Barrett's high class daughter while he bided his time. Roll over in your grave, John Barrett, you mother-fucker!
His hands again roamed upward between her thighs until he could feel the hotly-steaming furrow of her young cuntal flesh quiver in passionate reply to his lust-inciting caresses. «Ooooohhhh,» she sighed up at him and when he lowered his face to hers, her tongue lashed out as if to pull him closer and then pushed wetly into his clinging mouth in a lascivious signal of utter surrender.
Lucy was only half-aware of a hurried bustling of clothing, and when she opened her eyes wider, David was standing over her completely naked, his man-sized cock visibly pulsating between both his hands. He crawled onto the bed and kneeled over her prostrate form with a self- satisfied smirk on his face. «Reach down and stick it in, sweetheart.» She complied almost immediately, and he moaned a long, deep sigh as her warm fingers closed eagerly around his rigid penis and then began to push the thick fleshy foreskin back over the distended purplish knob. She squeezed his cock-shaft impatiently and eased it up against the hotly-steaming lips of her hungering cunt.
David could feel the softly tickling pubic hair brushing against his lust-distended member as it poised tremblingly at the very cuntal mouth of her vagina. Her pussy-heat seemed to draw him like a magnet, threatening to suck him voraciously into the very pit of her desire- heightened loins. He knew she was his, all of her, every delicious naked inch of her! All his life he'd hungered for a woman like her, but they were always too distant for a boy from the wrong side of town. He'd seen them for years in their fancy cars, with their prissy college-boy lovers. And now he had the cream of the crop, John Barrett's daughter herself, squirming on his unmade bed like some hash- house waitress he'd brought up for a quick piece of tail!
This time, he thought wickedly, this time she'll wait until I say so! She wants my cock so bad it hurts, but she'll wait, goddamn her, until I'm ready to shove it into her tight country-club pussy!
«Want it, baby?» he sneered coarsely into her ear.
Lucy did not answer but lay beneath him groaning in barely-audible gasps through her clenched teeth: her lips were pulled back and quivering with the frenzied passion her lover always stirred between her supple thighs.
«I asked you a question,» he said with thinly-veiled sadism. «Do you want it or not? You gotta' ask me real nice if you do.»
Lucy shivered beneath him. «P-please, David, don't make me do that … just take me, darling! Please! I need it … so bad!»
«No dice, honey … I want to hear you ask real sweet-like. This time, for a change, we do it my way!» He looked into her perspiration-beaded face and he knew he would be victorious; whatever it was that drew her to him, whatever strange power he seemed to have over her, it was working its magic now. Her tongue encircled her trembling lips in obvious passionate hunger; her eyes were closed but her eyelids fluttered at the touch of his naked male penis against her moistly- quivering cuntal softness. He was on his elbows over her, his cock insinuated just slightly between the pouting pink lips of her nakedly beckoning vagina, but suddenly another idea flashed in his mind – something new, even for him, a little special way he'd heard about but never tried … he could fuck her between those big, beautiful titties! Man, what a treat!
David sighted down along the muscular hardness of his chest to the luscious blonde's slightly quivering breasts, firm and soaring as they shivered beneath him. Placing a leg on either side of her slender torso, he squirmed forward and positioned himself with his immensely- swollen cock between her white, pink-capped breasts; the soft warm flesh of her naked breasts closed around the rigid blood-engorged length of his organ and he gasped at the exciting exotic sensation. His fingers shook with the eagerness of his growing lust as he squeezed the resilient fleshy mounds until his tightly fondling grip left tiny red welts between the ridges of his fingers; he kneaded them and crushed them into a dozen different shapes, but every time they snapped back to the full voluptuous mounds that Lucy Barrett was so proud of.
David moaned with the exquisite pleasure of Lucy's breasts encircling warmth around his cock; he squeezed them tightly together so that they formed a narrow tunnel-like opening and he rocked his pelvis back and forth so that his hard, lust-engorged cock slithered back and forth inside the hairless, tightly gripping cleft between her high-set breasts. He pushed the purplish bulbous head of his cock through the tightly encircling channel between her breasts until it poked lasciviously against the underside of her chin; she jerked away with a half-intelligible gasp of revulsion – fellatio was not her bag; he had tried often enough, but Lucy just would not cooperate. He eased back and laughed silently at the tiny smear of his seminal fluid that glistened there above her blemish-free neck.
For several long tantalizing minutes more, he kept up the slow, slithering pace … his own sticky discharge had thoroughly moistened the smooth-bored cleft between her breasts and his cock slid right up to her chin. Lucy turned her face away disgustedly, but he could still feel the vibrant sexuality that flooded her body and knew she was totally under his control. All except for one thing, that one single act he'd never been able to force out of her – she had never given him a blow job. Well, he thought, all in time … it wouldn't be smart to ruin this little set-up just because I ain't getting any head! There are plenty of other birds around who love a taste of cock now and then!
His hands squeezed her large full breasts in from the sides so tightly that his cock could scarcely slide between them; he had his eyes half- closed and his teeth clenched with the wildly erotic sensation of this strangely inciting experience. He felt the surging tide of his male orgasm begin to swell deep in his sperm-laden testicles and he thought with a lewd mocking grin … Hell, why not! It ought to be good for a laugh!
Pushing the pliant mounds together so hard that Lucy cried out in pain, he humped ferociously forward a few last quick times, his pistoning penis slithering machine-like between her tightly smashed breasts; her nipples almost touched as he shoved the warm womanly orbs together, and then with a grunting sigh of release, he let his lust-bloated balls explode along the steel-hard shaft of his cock until the seething viscous stream gushed between her crushed pink-tipped breasts and onto her neck and chin like a sticky glob of spittle.
Lucy started from the sudden unexpected sensation of something warm and liquid on her flesh, and when she looked up and saw David looking down at her mockingly, his face slashed with a sneer, she squirmed maddeningly to wriggle out from beneath him, but he held her securely between his knees. «Damn you, David!» she spat up at him. Damn was the strongest expletive he had ever heard her use and she reserved it for the really furious moments. «That was a rotten, disgusting thing to do! I need you, David, I told you that … and now look what you've done! That was … filthy, that's what it was! Filthy!»
David raised one leg and moved off of her, trailing his flaccid penis across the still vibrant mound of one of her breasts, leaving a smear of semen that oozed over her crinkly nipple like some after-bath cream. He knelt beside her on the messy unmade bed; the sheets beneath his knees were nearly beige with dirt and God-knows-what-else. «Don't get all worked up, baby,» he said with a confident grin. His hand lifted the rubbery length of his deflated cock and flapped it around like a length of hose. «There's still plenty left for you … just get it nice and hard again and it's all yours. I just wanted to see how I liked a tit-fuck, and now I know.»
Lucy looked up at him, her eyes burning with a potent mixture of passion and anger. She would have liked to spit in his face and walk out of here … but she knew she wouldn't. Instead, swallowing her rich-girl pride like an unwanted oyster, she took his soft penis and began to knowingly stroke its fleshy skin. She did not look up at him at all and in hardly any time it was growing hard once again, just as it always did. Lucy Barrett knew it would be late into the night before she returned home to Valley Farms.