Lucy's Lucky Break

Although only 21, Lucy was sophisticated. Some might have thought her a little aloof until they heard her laugh and recognized the engaging twinkle in her eyes.

Lucy, out of friendliness, had tried to talk to David in the past but had found his shyness an impossible barrier. But now she found that shyness had been replaced by confidence, that stumbling conversation replaced by witty repartee.

David had primed Jack, the barman, on what to do when Max moved away.

After five minutes enjoyable chat Lucy wondered why she hadn't thought about David more seriously before. He was good fun and seemed to have "something."

She was interrupted in her thoughts when Jack moved along behind the bar and stood directly opposite. Jack looked at Lucy for a moment then turned to David who nodded.

Much to Lucy's irritation Jack studied her openly and intently. He stroked his chin, his brows were furrowed in concentration and he even moved a little to one side, then the other, to study her from different angles. It only took half a minute while Lucy's irritation mounted. Then Jack looked at David who seemed to be waiting in anticipation.

Jack looked at Lucy again, nodded his head slowly and solemnly and then gave David the thumbs up sign.

David said "Thanks Jack, I think you are right." Jack walked away.

"How rude. Looking at me like that. And what was that thumbs up all about?"

"Sorry Lucy, it was all my fault. I asked Jack to check out whether you are good looking enough to be seen talking with someone like me."

Lucy looked at him angrily.

"Congratulations, you passed," and David burst into a fit of laughter.

Lucy had the choice of anger or laughter but then realized that in its quirky way this was a compliment and joined David laughing. She looked at him in a different way.

After a couple more minutes. "Do you think I'm good enough looking to be seen dancing with you?"

"Well, I'll ignore that dress, just this once."

"What's happened?" thought Lucy as she took his hand and, giggling, led him to the dance floor.

Lucy was angry when Sally butted in and tapped David on the arm.

"Hey, biology boffin you promised to dance with me."

This wasn't quite true, but it suited David. "Sure I did gorgeous, let's writhe."

Lucy pouted with anger at the snub and walked back to her friends.

But Sally made a fatal mistake after 10 minutes. Fatal, not in the sense of life or death, but fatal to her chances of getting her intended bonk with David that night. She went to the toilet.

When she thought about it later, Lucy was surprised at her brazenness when David was momentarily alone. She went up to him.

"Am I good looking enough for you to take me somewhere else?"

"Let's check that out with my mentor and guru." David put his arm around her waist and guided her to Jack.

So Lucy again submitted herself to Jack's detailed scrutiny. She couldn't stop laughing

"As your guru and mentor David, I am pleased to say that the lovely Lucy gets a pass mark."

"Oh thank you wise guru," said Lucy as she kissed Jack on the cheek.

"Thank you wise guru," said David as he shook Jack's hand and slipped him $20.

"Where are we going?" asked Lucy, snuggling under David's free arm as he drove.

"I've waited years to say this."

"What Davey?" smiled Lucy thinking she was about to hear how long David had admired her.

"My place? Or yours?"

Lucy wasn't particularly sexually experienced and she certainly wasn't into first night fucks. But her guardian angel must have been watching over her and somehow she refrained from saying that "She wasn't like that".

"What's your place like?"

"My place is a dump," said David. "And the dishes haven't been done for two weeks or the place tidied for two months. And my dog farts a lot these days."

"Your place sounds perfect." Lucy snuggled further into David's one-armed embrace

The next morning Hector, the elderly Labrador, joined Lucy in the kitchen as she attacked the dishes. The dishes were disgusting, but Lucy was in heaven

"There's not a single inch of my body which has been worshiped, hasn't been aroused, hasn't been tantalized, hasn't been played like a musical instrument," Lucy thought dreamily.

"And orgasms, how many orgasms did I have?"

"And I've never felt a cock like that before. Not huge or anything I guess but he was inside me for so long before he came that first time And every minute was even better than the one before."

"God, how did I manage to get his cock right down my throat?"

And then she remembered how she had felt after the waves of orgasms she had from his oral sex and had been determined to reciprocate. She had gagged a bit at first, but David had whispered some advice and soon she had been totally focused on bringing ecstasy to that engorged, vein covered, weapon of delight.

She giggled when she remembered how he had jacked off, covering her face and hair with strings of cum. How she loved the smell of his semen and rubbed it into her face. Her hair was still stiff from his dried jism.

"And he fucked me right up my ass. Shit, what would Mummy say?"

The first time David had licked her puckered brown star it had sent a shiver of forbidden delight through to her vagina. And when he had inserted a finger as he was fucking her, the feeling of being full, the exquisite new sensations from her rectum had overwhelmed her before she had time to even consider protesting.

And then they had lain together face to face, David had carefully covered his erection with lubricant and then gently pushed two well lubricated fingers into her anus. Then he had told her to lift her knees higher.

David had looked tenderly at her as he knew she was an anal virgin.

"This might hurt a little just at the start."

"Davey, are you going to do it or spend all night talking about it?"

So David obliged. There was an initial feeling of stretching, not sore, but different. Then a strange full feeling. But then her sphincter and rectal muscles muscles relaxed and expanded to welcome this enormous anal intruder.

Lucy didn't hear David's excited grunts and groans as she shrieked with delight as orgasms surged through her loins, through her clitoris, her vagina, her womb and shuddered along her anal cavity.

"Hell's teeth did I really suck his cock clean after he had been in there?" But she certainly had and it had been a moment of tender devotion to David's blunt instrument.

David came in to the kitchen and patted Lucy's beautiful bum. She only had her party dress on. David sniffed the air.

"Lucy, we've got to do something about your farting."

"Its not me, it's your geriatric hound. I've opened all the windows, but it doesn't seem to help"

David glared at Hector who cowered in his basket.

"He must like you. He normally growls at strangers."

Then he patted Lucy's buttocks again. "Nice ass, don't you think Hector?"

Hector's mournful expression didn't change, even as Lucy pushed herself back into David's hands

"What are you going to do about it?" she was shocked to hear herself plead.

"The couch, I think."

Lucy went to lie on the couch, but David directed her behind.

"Bend over the back, lovely Lucy."

Lucy did so and felt David hoist her dress far up her back.

"Lucy I need your help."

He wandered around in front of her his cock only half erect. Lucy was surprised he could even get this far after the previous twelve hours. She eagerly took his member in her mouth and was proud of herself as his meaty wand was restored to full glory.

"Which one Lucy? The pink or the brown?" asked David, now behind her again, parting her buttocks and his fingers gently exploring her labia. Again she was surprised, this time at how quickly she was moist.

"Both, please, Davey," Lucy pushed her ass higher and was vaguely aware of how incongruous it must look; her being ravished from behind under the mournful gaze of Hector.

But she soon became oblivious to her canine voyeur. David had wasted no time on preliminaries but she was soon orgasming again from her vagina and rectum.

After his efforts the night before it took David a little longer to come. Lucy's ravished body just collapsed as he thrust into her rectum. Her feet were behind the sofa, her ass was pointing roof-wards over the back and her head rested on the seat as she whimpered in delight.

Hector thought those sounds meant that Lucy must be in pain and climbed onto the sofa and licked her face in sympathy.

David finally came and Lucy finally recovered control of her body.

"Get your farting hound away from me."

"You're very lucky. I told you he always growls at strangers."

They did the dishes together then David had to go to his part time job in a car audio shop. Lucy cleared the three weeks debris from the flat then took Hector to the vet.

The Labrador was well known there. The receptionist insisted they wait outside as other pet owners always complained about his smell.

"I've told David a dozen times, Hector's digestion can't cope with a solid diet of red meat," said the vet holding his nose with one hand. "Try these."

"It looks like sheep droppings," said Lucy examining the carton.

When David returned .

"Hector will never eat this crap. They look like sheep droppings. He's a red meat dog."

"Let's see," said Lucy and poured some into Hector food bowl.

Hector charged across the room at the sound and emptied the bowl in half a minute.

"That's the third bowl he's eaten already."

Within a week Hector was flatulence free and had developed a devotion to Lucy, as strong as his master's.

Lucy's sexual delights compounded. They had many of those orgasmic all night and sometimes all day sessions.

Lucy also came to recognize a particular glint in David's eye when he looked at her blouse or skirt at pussy level.

He wanted a quickie.

Although she didn't often orgasm from these one minute quickies, she loved feeling him come in whichever of her three orifices he chose and loved the excitement and the impetuosity.

Behind the bushes in the park, in the toilets at the movies, and once on the lecturer's podium in an empty lecture hall.

Three months later Lucy completed her law studies. It was the middle of winter and cold so David and Lucy decided to drive north for to get some sun.

"We can't take your heap, we'll never get there."

"We can't have your sound system. I'll throw up," said David as he examined her sporty off-the-roader.

So he installed a far too expensive sound system which blew Lucy's mind with its power and beauty.

For a day and a half they drove north, the wagon always a cacophony of sound as David played everything from the latest rappers to classic opera. Hector seemed to like the music and sat in the back seat panting contentedly.

The weather was summer-like. But all camping ground had signs "No dogs allowed."

David studied a map and they drove to a beach-side nature reserve.

"We can't go here," said Lucy pointing to a 'no camping' sign.

"That just means we'll have it to ourselves."

"What about Hector?" said Lucy pointing to the sign 'Dogs will be shot'.

"Good, no bitches on heat for Hector to chase and get lost."

Like almost every off-the-roader Lucy's had never been off the tarmac. But it proved itself as David drove for a couple of hours, over sand dunes, across streams and over rocks.

"No one else will be stupid enough to come this far," said David.

And so it proved. For 10 days they had their tropical beach paradise to themselves. Hector was in heaven. Each morning he galloped along the beach beside Lucy and David as they went for their runs and spent much of the rest of the day futilely chasing seagulls in the surf.

He joined David and Lucy as they body-surfed in the warm breakers. They took David's inflatable dinghy and caught a variety of delicious tropical fish which they barbecued at night. They went snorkeling around the rocks and found some lobsters.

David watched in wonder as Lucy dived beside him, her long dark hair trailing in the water, the elegant grace with which she moved through water, her breasts, her long slim legs, her shoulders were luminous in the diffused underwater light.

"This is how the stories of mermaids must have started," he thought.

Hector liked mermaids obviously. Every time Lucy surfaced from a dive he leaped off the inflatable, dog-paddled over and licked her face.

After their run each morning the had a ritual they maintained each day without fail. Lucy took David's switchblade razor and shaved him.

"Careful you don't do some serious damage there, doll," he panted urgently as the blade swept across his jugular vein.

Then David took the razor and trimmed Lucy's Brazilian.

"Careful you don't do some serious damage there, hunk," panted Lucy as he meticulously denuded her clitoral hood.

"Did I do any damage?" David would ask.

"I don't think so darling, but you had better check."

So David checked the functioning of Lucy beautiful, glistening, pearly bud with his lips, with his tongue, with his nibbling teeth and with his cock.

After her orgasms Lucy said that it seemed no permanent damage had occurred.

Most days they never wore clothes. Most of the time when she was sitting or lying down Lucy would keep her knees wide apart, flaunting her breasts and flaunting her labia at David, and loving the dreamy look that came to his face as his eyes feasted on her feminine sexuality.

Lucy was a good singer and guitar player. In the evenings the three of them would sit around the campfire singing. Well, occasionally howling in Hector's case. The red flames of the fire painted erotic patterns over Lucy's breasts and belly, over her inner thighs, over her pussy.

David was a bad singer, but as many men do, resorted to imitating Willie Nelson. Like many men he found that Willie is a far better singer and his songs far more challenging than appears. David's singing never rose above the "terrible" category, but Lucy didn't mind as David looked into her eyes and sang:

"I'd have to be crazy, plumb out of my mind, to fall out of love with you."

They returned tom Sydney, a time full of increasing devotion, increasing respect for each other, of even greater sexual satisfaction.

Then Lucy handed David a letter. He saw an important looking letterhead.

"What's this?"

"A job offer from a top firm of London solicitors."

"Are you going to take it?"

"Yes."

"When are you going?"

"In two weeks."

"How long for?"

"I don't know. Years maybe."

"This is a bit sudden isn't it?"

"Davey I don't want to hurt you. Let me explain."

But he stamped out of the room and didn't come to her farewell party and didn't come to the airport to say goodbye.

Three weeks later David met Svetlana for a coffee. If anything she was more elegantly beautiful, more aristocratic looking and wearing even more expensive jewelry.

"You look wonderful Svetlana, married life must suit look you."

"It does dear Davey, but you look so sad."

David told her about Lucy.

"But darling boy," she held his hand and looked into his eyes. "You are only 21 and she 22. This was always going to end and someone was going to get hurt."

"But why me?"

"Davey," Svetlana stroked his hand. "That's the game your are playing."

"Let me explain.

"I once had a lover who was a boxer. Fabulous in bed but not so fabulous in the boxing ring unfortunately.

"One night I nursed him after he had taken a terrible beating. One of his eyes was closed, the other had a deep cut over it. His nose was broken and he could hardly move for the pain from his cracked ribs.

"'Bruiser,' I said as my tears washed over his broken nose. 'How can you let this happen to you?'

"'Svetlana,' he groaned at me. 'I'm a boxer and this is part of the game. If you get into a boxing ring and start throwing punches you've got to expect to take one or two yourself.'

"Davey, my darling boy. Love, in some ways, is like the fight game. Get into the ring and there's a risk you will get hurt."

"You are a young man in your prime. I can honestly say that you were my favorite lover.

"You are far too young to get into a permanent relationship. I didn't train you for that. Your duty to me, to yourself and woman-kind is to fuck as many women as possible.

"While still remaining a gentleman."

David pondered her words.

"What would have happened if Lucy hadn't gone?" he thought. "Sooner or later we would have broken up. Or got married." Married!

The thought sent a chill up his spine. He wasn't going to get married to anyone at 21.

"Svetlana you are so wise," he kissed her hand.

Svetlana looked into his eyes with fondness. "We did have so many lovely times together Davey, didn't we?"

David felt a stirring in his loins and stroked Svetlana's palm with the tips of his fingers. This had often worked in the past.

"Perhaps we should have another of those times."

Svetlana smiled. "I take that as a great compliment, Davey. But I am committed to my husband. He adores me and in a strange way I love him. He is well past his sexual peak, but he makes great efforts with what he has left."

"Now this may sound strange, coming from an ex-whore, but I absolutely believe in fidelity in marriage. Much as I know how wonderful it would be with you, I'm not going to risk my marriage."

"But he won't find out."

"That's not the point. I would know.

"Bruiser, the dear man, told me how the Australian Boxing Commission was trying to clean up image of the sport. It banned boxers who got criminal convictions for violence.

"As Bruiser put it, 'If you start punching outside the ring, you get banned for life.'

"Its the same for me with marriage"

David nodded and withdrew his hand.

"What happened to Bruiser?"

"He was banned from boxing because of his brain damage."

"That's sad."

"Not really. He went back to college and now is a successful lawyer."

"That seems unlikely. Too brain damaged to box, but able to be a successful lawyer."

"I don't think so. Think about the lawyers you know."

David pondered, then nodded. "I see what you mean."

Svetlana stood up to go. She gave David a chaste hug and a light peck on the lips. Then another of her painful prods on his chest.

"Just remember, always be a gentleman."

David and Jack the barman at "The Hangman's Cock' developed a strategy which seemed to work quite often. The Hangman's Cock was a meat factory where both sexes went on the good chance of being picked up.

It was so successful that they had to have bouncers on the door to restrict the number of people to the legal limit.

The owners of The Hangman's Cock were astute businessmen. The door bouncers were instructed that there was always room for attractive young women and so the ratio of stunners to also-rans was always in David's favor.

He and Jack perfected their strategy. It always involved at least two attractive and unescorted women who were seated not too far from the bar.

David, with his back to the women, would involve Jack in intense conversation. From time to time Jack would tap David on the shoulder and point at the women. David would turn and together with Jack, give the women a hostile stare.

Such women, who were used to friendly smiles from attempted pick-up artists were usually a little perplexed.

A few minutes later, Jack and David repeated the exercise, this time the stares were even more hostile, Jack pointed at the women and gesticulated wildly. They were obviously talking about the women, although they were too far away to be heard.

The third time David turned with an even more hostile gaze, the conversation became more animated.

David ostentatiously looked at his watch, nodded to Jack. He strode purposefully over to the women, his face creased in a thunderous frown.