"Come on, push your titties out a little more, honey," Candi Jones said, adjusting a flood-light so the cute, sexy brunette in the striped bikini had more illumination. Beautiful face structure, full, dewy lips, fine ass and just-right legs, innocent big brown eyes; she acted more like sixteen than the nineteen her card from the model agency indicated.
She was the kind of exquisite chick the American male imagined should be in a bikini, sitting on a blanket on a beach, waiting for the typical American stud, and the slide of prick into the sweet, virginal cunt.
But this photo was being taken inside, in Candi's rear studio, against a phony backdrop, to decorate an ad for a swim suit manufacturer that would appear in a high-fashion magazine. For a real beach scene, Candi's fee would be doubled; she was good, she charged very high fees for her work, she could make even some of those older, Baggy-breasted models look young and alluring.
Nancy Wells giggled and arched her young, shapely tits farther forward. Her legs were partly opened to show the pretty cuntmound, her left hand was raised prettily to her long, dark, silky mane.
"Now wet your lips so they shine, honey," Candi said, moving with her 35-mm to a new position behind the floods. "Look sensuous, think prick."
A faint flush touched Nancy's cheeks, but she smiled and showed her pearly teeth; her tongue moistened her full, dewy lips. Maybe she was thinking prick; her nipples showed more clearly under the thin bikini cups. Good. Candi took several shots, from different angles. She was getting a neat hard-on. The moment this dainty piece of fluff had wiggled into the front office Candi had felt a sharp thrill; she had decided right away to pose and photograph this new chick from the Lawrence agency.
Candi's studio was in Daly City, south of San Francisco. She let the business come to her, not vice versa. She could do a better job out of the metropolitan area, leases cost less.
"Okay relax," Candi smiled. "First assignment?"
"Yes," Nancy breathed, her eyes shining. The idea of being a model in the big city obviously was very exciting for her. She had small town written all over her. Candi knew the routine almost by heart. Nancy had been high-school queen in squaresville, mommy and daddy thought their daughter's beauty was wasted at home she had been packed up and sent to glamorous Frisco where she would find wealthy prince charming, her unpunctured hymen would be enough to get her a life of ease ... shit.
Some smooth-talking sonofabitch would be in her panties in a week, that fresh glow would fade, she would not look so naive, booze would dim her youthful sexiness, and she might easily end up back home, disillusioned, with a kid in her arms and no marriage license.
"Gosh, you're beautiful, Miss Jones," Nancy breathed. She was very breathy. Part of her cute act. "Don't you model, too?"
Candi was flattered, her clit tingled. "Oh, sometimes. More money in what I'm doing, honey. Boyfriend follow you to the big bad city?"
"Noooo," Nancy giggled. She stretched daintily and Candi felt her tongue harden. Jeeeesus, what a chickie.
"If that bikini's too tight, take it off," Candi smiled. "Call me Candi, huh?"
Nancy nodded and blushed again. "Oh, you," she lisped.
Candi felt another tingle in her crotch. She placed her camera aside and moved partially into the shine from the floods, the brightest of which she had turned off. She posed for the benefit of Nancy, pretending to be adjusting the backdrop.
She wore very snug pants, bell bottomed, that showed every line of her trimly turned ass and long, long thighs. Her blouse was equally snug to delineate her thrusting tits, coned forward by a very tricky bra that left her titpeaks bare, so her nipples showed beneath the thin fabric. Her long blonde mane reached below her shoulders. She was sexy, she knew it and she used it. But not on studs. She had never rocked a man and didn't intend to-unless the price was right. And the figure would be very high indeed. Her thing was pussy.
Candi's receptionist and part-time assistant, Laura Wheeler, was a pretty good rock; attractive and young enough, but that was getting old. Laura had a prick complex, she still hoped to trade her cunt for a home with some stud.
Candi had not had any new pussy for two weeks, she was hornier than hell. And Nancy looked and acted as though she could be made. She was eyeing Candi's body with a tell-tale interest.
"I want you in bra and panties for this next sequence, honey," Candi smiled, remembering that a client of hers who published a girlie magazine would pay good money for fresh new faces and bodies. "I can get you a little bonus fee."
"Am I really that sexy?" Nancy giggled.
"You look good enough to eat, cutie," Candi said, winking.
Nancy flushed. Even small-town girls were not that dense. She rose daintily and moved toward the dressing room. The sweet ass movements tensed Candi's clit. She quickly found the undies she wanted Nancy to wear and followed her into the cozy dressing cubicle. Nancy seemed a bit reluctant to remove her bikini in front of Candi. Earlier the brunette had been alone while donning the bikini.
"Ah, take it off," Candi said reassuringly. "You need more makeup for this next series. What's a naked puss between girls?"
Nancy giggled, reaching behind her to unfasten the striped halter. The dressing area had a couch, rest room and a fancy makeup table, fully mirrored. Candi had enjoyed herself with several models on the couch, but one like Nancy didn't come along every day. A mingling of jasmine and pussy aroma tingled Candi's senses. This cute bunny had lots of it.
"Been getting any lately, honey?" Candi smiled, shivering with anticipation.
"Noooo!" Nancy exclaimed. The bikini halter loosened, came down and the rosy pout of the brunette's darkly-banded nipples, the sweet youthful thrust of her boobs, stirred the female beast in Candi's loins.
"Me, either," Candi laughed. "Isn't it the shits?"
"B-but, I heard you were married," Nancy said. "I mean-"
"Oh, I have a living arrangement with a guy, he serves a purpose, but he doesn't get in my panties."
Candi usually did not explain Cleve Langton to her chickies, but whenever they saw him they always asked questions. He was so damned handsome he was pretty. She often used him when she needed a male model, ostensibly they shared the same apartment, although it was divided into two separate living areas. He never came through the connecting door unless it was for business.
He had a very correct social background that brought business to Candi's studio, but bad investments had wiped out the family holdings. Candi paid most of the bills. His only accomplishment was a superb golf game; she knew he could turn pro and make plenty, but he was weak, had no real drive. Broads fell all over him, young, old, and in between. He had lost his last job as a country-dub golf instructor because he had fucked too many bored, willing wives of rich sons of bitches.
In the right spot he could make piles as a male whore. Candi knew several very wealthy old widows who would pay almost anything to get in his pants, but manlike, he preferred the young stuff. Some of the chicks he brought to his area of the double apartment made Candi green with envy.
"Gosh, I never heard of a girl living with a guy and not-you know ... " Nancy exclaimed, drawing Candi back to the exciting present.
"Fuck?" Candi smiled. "Anyway, we have separate quarters."
Nancy blushed prettily. Her nipples were coming out farther. Using explicit words was part of Candi's routine with reluctant chickies. Most of those she went after she usually made out with. A clever Lesbian had a lot going for her; dames did not talk around the way men did, there was no chance of getting knocked up, and pussy-rubbing and playing did not bust the maidenhead, in case a girl still had one.
Candi recognized certain male tendencies in her makeup and lived with them. Until her parents had been wiped out in a car crash, her mother had dominated the household, and managed the money, so her inner contempt for most males was a natural development from her younger years. Candi even thought like a man, sometimes. She could be ruthless in a business deal and in chasing pussy.
"I think I'll get into something more comfortable," Candi said, unfastening her blouse. "These pants are binding my cunny, You don't mind, do you, honey?"
"Noooo," Nancy giggled. "You sure say it right out"
"Screw talk is the in thing," Candi laughed. "Turns the guys on. How long since you had a piece, anyway?"
At least, this time, the cute brunette didn't blush, but a glow of excitement was developing. "Well-I've been saving it ... "
Incredible. A virgin. Candi shivered again, drawing her blouse away. The bare cones of her tittles, looking out through the holes in her bra-cups, were puffing with her need, her pink nipples were hardening. Wetness was oozing from her cunt, her clit was rising delectably.
"Oh, some bra," Nancy giggled, staring.
Candi smiled and arched her tits forward, weaving her shoulders. "Not bad for a girl my age, huh?"
"You're just-sensational!" Nancy breathed.
I'm getting there, Candi thought. I'll bet her pussy is damp. She's really got it for me, but I still have to take things slow and easy. I wouldn't miss this for anything.
"Getting back to saving it," Candi smiled, loosening the band of her pants. "What do you do for kicks, honey? Let the guys feel and kiss for the goodies?"
Nancy flushed deeply. "Well, a girl can have fun on dates without going all the way."
"Oh, shit," Candi said. "That's kid stuff. Get on the pill and start enjoying yourself, honey."
"B-but I don't know anybody here-" Nancy said.
"I can fix that up," Candi lied easily. "Where are you staying, honey?"
Nancy named a hotel and Candi made a face. "That dump. Look, I have lots of room at my pad. Move in for a while till you get settled, huh?"
"Oh, could. I?" Nancy breathed, very pleased. "You're so-sophisticated."
"Thanks, honey," Candi said, quaking with new excitement. This was almost too good to be true. Like plucking ripe fruit. "I'll get you a date with a real smooth operator, one I know has had his strings clipped, and you can have some real fun."
"What do you mean-strings?" Nancy blurted.
"Jeese, haven't you heard of a vasectomy? The smart studs all do it. The girl can take squirts of come and doesn't have to worry. But a lot of them lie about it, so a hep chick gets on the pill, just in case." Candi shook her head. "Where have you been all your life, anyway?"
"Uh-Mom never told me much" Nancy admitted. "Except to be a good girl."
"Honey, you need educating," Candi laughed. She slid her pants down, exposing her crotch her cunt limned by black, lacy bikini panties. "You do know what a come is, surely ... " She dropped her right hand to her crotch and moved her fingers suggestively, her middle digit aimed at her mons.
Nancy blushed furiously. "Oh, you're so dirty!"
"You better lose some of that goody-goody stuff if you want to have fun in the city, sweet," Candi smiled. "Look, I play with my cunt when I get hard up, and I know you do, too."
"Gosh, you sure are-open about things," Nancy breathed.
"A hot pussy has no conscience," Candi laughed. She moved closer to the dainty brunette, slipping her arms around the silky, warm waist. "In fact, I bet yours is heating up right now."
"Ohhh-don't, Candi," Nancy gasped. "I mean-"
"I know, you'd rather have a guy," Candi murmured, her clit tingling. She was almost home. "But these city wolves aren't going to settle for a few feels. You don't want to get knocked up and spoil your whole career, do you?"
"Nooooo," Nancy breathed, trembling. "But-"
"Relax, sweetie," Candi said, lightly. "You like me, we can have some nice safe fun, and I won't even break your cherry."
Nancy trembled and softened, right on cue. Easy as flicking a nipple. Shaking with lust, Candi touched her mouth to the petal-soft parted lips and snaked her tongue inside. She tightened her grip on the pliant waist, savoring the clingy hunger of the young girl's mouth. Nancy's arms crept around Candi's neck. All systems said go. Jeeese, what a tasty young morsel. The lips opened eagerly, wider, their breasts nudged warmly together. Candi dug her nipples at the firming breasts, teasing them around on Nancy's tittie peaks. She shivered and uttered a little hungry whine.
Now would be a good time to pose Nancy for some nudie shots; when a girl was turned on good it showed on the negative, but that could happen later. She was aching for a little fun, and Candi had just what that cute pussy needed. Once she was in Candi's apartment there would be plenty of exposure for her camera. Nancy might still cut and run; it had happened a few times.
Candi stroked her tongue slowly and slid her hands down to the pretty, rounded ass. Nancy trembled, hanging right in there. Candi fondled the velvety curves, her clit stiffening with anticipation. Gently she fit her crotch to Nancy's cuntmound and hunched, using her right knee to spread the soft, sweet thighs. They opened, her tongue began to respond, her lips fluttered.
Oh, there was nothing quite like making it with a new pussy! It swelled Candi's ego the way it swelled her cunt, especially when the chick had not been fucked previously by another girl. And this one, if she could believe it, had never even taken a prick. Beautiful.
She pulled her tongue back out, nibbled the engaging, soft underlip, easing the bikini panty lower, feeling Nancy's trembles of excitement.
"Over on the couch, sweetie," Candi murmured. "We're going to have fun."
Nancy shuddered, hardly able to believe this was happening. In the little suburb of Potter, near Salt Lake City, she had been aware of girl-girl crushes, although she had never become real close with any of her high-school chums. Her mother had not encouraged it, like having some other girl stay all night.
An only child, Nancy had been pampered and coddled, even spoiled. At thirteen her doting father had given her a horse for riding so she could be with the in group, and during a canter out in the hills she had discovered why so many gals her age were nuts about horses. With her legs spread wide and her pussy nudging into the saddle horn, the strong undulant animal beneath her ass, she had experienced her first climax. Delicious!
After the sweet, eye-opening sensations had diminished, she had tied her mount to a bush, slipped into a grove of trees, lowered her riding pants and her panties, sprawled out comfortably in some high grass and experimented with her pussy. All her mother's admonitions about 'nice' girls keeping their hands from between their legs except for functional purposes went out the window.
The little pink nub between her labia, at the top of her crevice, needed more of those delightful tingles. She had teased and coaxed it into achy stiffness again and she suddenly knew what the older gals around school meant when they talked about 'making the scene. Of course, it was assumed they made it with a guy out on a date, but Nancy knew better. For weeks afterward she could hardly leave herself alone. Her gelding, Prince, got lots of workouts after that!
Her budding breasts had started turning sensitive, too. She found herself looking at guys in a different way, she even enjoyed watching sexy girls wiggle around in miniskirts and tight sweaters. She always wondered whether they were 'putting out.'
Now, after being princess or queen of so many events she had forgotten some of them, after being a runner-up in the Junior Miss Utah competition and dating some of the best-looking guys around school, ever determined to save her maidenhead, she was in romantic San Francisco, hired as part-time model and letting a very sexy older girl get in her panties.
Oh, it was wrong, but playing with her pussy and titties had seemed very wrong, too. Not any more, though. A healthy girl had to have her goodies once in a while. Candi was just wonderful! So understanding and so utterly filthy ...
Steering Nancy to the dressing-room couch, Candi loosened her fancy black bra, tossed it aside, and drew the pretty brunette down at her left. She slid her right hand between Nancy's silky thighs, fitting her left arm around the warm, pliant waist. Nancy's pinked throat, her uneven breathing, her big warm brown eyes and her full mouth, puffed from kissing, shook Candi from head to toe.
Control yourself, baby, Candi thought, shivering. This young, dainty rabbit could still hop her, cute ass out of here. This first come is very important. I told Laura not to interrupt; she knows I'm after new pussy. I'll give her another fuck one of these days to show her I still care. I asked her over to the apartment one time for an all girl threesome, and she wouldn't go for it. She wants Cleve to fuck her in the worst way. She'd go for it in a flash if he was the third party. So would a lot of other broads.
I do NOT want Cleve that close to me.
Still, she liked to watch him pour the prick to girls he brought to his area of the double apartment. It was a rather special pad. The former owner had been a real voyeur, he had installed one-way windows that looked like framed pictures so he could peer through into the living room and bedroom of the next-door apartment and catch the action.
There were also hidden microphones. The exposed apartment was usually rented to newly-weds or couples obviously living together who would do a lot of fucking. Cleve, not being too bright in some departments, had never tumbled into the arrangement, mainly because he hardly ever entered Candi's diggings.
This kind of viewing invariably gave Candi a good hard-on, and if she had no girl around to play with; she used her fingers or a neat little vibrator of soft rubber that she had bought in Chinatown. The tip of it fit snugly around her long clitoris, and when she pushed the switch-zowie!
Conventional dildoes did not interest her, she had very little sensitivity in her vagina, although at thirteen she had broken her hymen on a slender hairbrush handle. There had not been much blood, thankfully. At one of Redwood City's high schools she had had her pick of studs, she had dated plenty of guys before discovering she could not really turn on with them.
Her interest in photography had started early; it had been easy to talk young, sexy cunts into posing for her, and this had led to her first real fun and her first real crush on cute Tammy Newton, the girl next door. Well, she would think about that some other time. Right now Nancy Wells needed a good hot come, and Candi's clit ached for sweet, warm pussy. There was nothing like it, absolutely nothing.
CHAPTER 2
"Just the tongues now, honey," Candi whispered, her mouth inches from Nancy's trembling, parted lips.
"Ohhh, yesss!" Nancy breathed, her pink tongue emerging. Candi flirted her own tongue-tip into the warm sexy probe coiling it around and under while her fingers crept closer to the alluring bikini-covered pussy. Her circling left arm tightened, she lifted .her hand to a saucy firming tittie, enjoying the young girl's tremors, finally cupping the sweet mound, pinching the virginal nipple between thumb and finger.
"Nnnnnnn," Nancy whined, her soft thighs opening further. She loved it. The pink nipple stiffened sweetly in Candi's fingers, Nancy's tongue livened, her lips brushed into Candi's mouth. Her hips began to lift in the primal urgency, and when Candi finally pressed her fingers into the soft cuntmound, Nancy shuddered.
"Ohhhhh," she breathed, hunching. "Ohhhh, Candi-please ... "
"Need a nice fuck, honey?" Candi whispered, worming her fingers down inside the bikini panty. The silky-soft puss was wet, the dainty crevice swollen.
"Yessss-" Nancy gasped.
"Nice, hot cunny," Candi teased, easing her play finger up and down the moistened slit. She nibbled that puffy underlip again, bit it lightly and pulled her hand out. "Take 'em off, honey. I want to play with you good."
Nancy shuddered. She knew this was wrong, it was not at all like playing with her pussy and dreaming about a certain handsome movie star or that sexy football player, she had pretty things to attract men, guys had been ogling her since the age of eleven-but then so had a few girls. She remembered the time when she had double-dated with a new girl at school and two guys on the basketball team at Potter High.
An argument had developed between Lenna and her date, obviously because she wouldn't put out in the back seat, and the guys had let them off at Lenna's house, not over a block from Nancy's home. Lenna's folks had been away, the girls had gone to Lenna's room to fix their makeup and discuss the problems of dating without going all the way ...
"It was fun till that shitass brought his prick out," Lenna said dryly, posing in front of her vanity mirror. She was a slender, curvy redhead who played girl's basketball and, according to rumor, actually did put out once in a while.
"Oh, wow-did he?" Nancy giggled. The kisses and fondlings by her own date had excited her, but he had not opened his pants. She knew she would tickle herself when she reached home.
"He didn't even have a rubber," Lenna said, glancing over at Nancy.
Nancy felt a snack; she had never heard this kind of talk from any gal. But Lenna was from Seattle where, she claimed, things were more swingy. She considered Potter a real dullsville.
"Do you-if they use a rubber?" Nancy giggled, curious. "Oh, if the guy's really got it, you know ... Who you saving yours for, honey?"
Nancy blushed. "Shame on you."
Lenna sighed, arching her breasts out in the tight red jersey. Obviously she wore no bra, her nipples showed. Her miniskirt was very mini. She turned from the mirror and twitched her pretty ass.
"Jeese, Nancy-haven't you been anywhere?" Lenna smiled, wetting her lips with her tongue-tip. "Fuck those guys. Let's have a little fun ourselves."
Nancy felt a real shock. In a way, it was flattering, she knew some of it was going on around school, but ... She had a tingle between her legs, Lenna was very sexy. Nancy had watched her swift, sure movements on the basketball floor, admired her leggy bod, but it was all too sudden, startling.
"I'm going home," Nancy said flatly. She grabbed her purse and ran, hearing Lenna's cynical laughter behind her. The moment she was alone in her room at home she undressed and began to fondle her pussy, and when she reached her climax, much more swiftly than usual, she imagined for the first time that she was having it with another girl ...
Well, that had happened nearly three years before. She was a big girl now, no one at home would ever have to know, and screwing a girl would be safe. Be sides, she was ready. Candi knew just how to make a, pussy really wet and turned on. Candi was offering to take her out of that cheap hotel and into her apartment, and having her fun with somebody would beat that alone business all to pieces.
Oh, I could feel this starting the minute Candi looked me over, Nancy thought, shaking with need. My clit really aches. Some gals are two-way, lean learn to enjoy prick, too. Ohhhh, I gotta have a come, one way or another! I want her between my legs ...
Candi sensed that the last barrier of resistance was down. She would never forget the cute half-Chinese model she had teased right up to the point of orgasm. The girl had suddenly struggled free, raced into the can, locked the door and finished her fun by herself, the rotten little cheat.
Sometimes Candi had to 'date' a girl a few times to get in her panties, especially some of the not-so-young broads who had sampled sliding cock. The naive ones were the easiest to make, and Nancy had so damned much to offer that Candi had hurried the nitty-gritty slightly. But she was in, now.
Nancy reached for her bikini panties and slid them from her pretty ass. Candi helped, fingers shaking. A fresh wave of pussy aroma made her head whirl. As the panty hit the floor, Nancy spread her sexy thighs. Trembling with eagerness, Candi stood up and removed her own panties.
The view of Nancy's cunt, very lightly sprinkled with dark curls of hair, the sweet puffed labia, already showing wetness which Candi had helped generate with her mouth and hand, hardened Candi's clit into pencil stiffness. She wanted to rush Nancy back on the couch and start the fuck, but she wanted this first piece to be very special, a high mark in Nancy's erotic experience.
If she really did have her cherry, and had not screwed a girl, she had been playing with herself for a lot of years, and if the initial screw was not really good, she might turn off. Some gals, she knew, got so involved with their own bodies they could not come with either a man or a dame; the pattern of masturbation became fixed.
What a shame, too, when people were supposed to have fun together.
Naked now, Candi posed right in front of Nancy, writhing her ass, giving the brunette a straight-on look at her swollen cunt. Her own blonde bush was thin, her crevice showed clearly; she was very proud of her box, the way it expanded when she was hot.
"Ohhhhh, wow!" Nancy breathed, her face very flushed.
"That's a very cute thing you've got there, honey," Candi smiled. "Shall we get them together?"
"Yessss!" Nancy gasped.
"Spread out, cutie," Candi breathed, her clit tensing and stinging. Her long, strong girlie pecker was an indication of certain male tendencies in her makeup, and she loved to show it off to more sophisticated gals, but on a first fuck she did not care to expose it. She had almost frightened off one sexy chick who evidently thought Candi was some kind of freak.
Nancy swung around on the couch, her thighs open, her dainty cunt lifted, her pretty, peaked titties waiting for kisses. What a neat, sweet piece of fluff!
Candi swept between the trembling, velvety thighs, heady with triumph. Torso braced high, like a man ready to mount, she cushioned her swollen cunt to the dainty puss and mushed it slowly, voluptuously down and in, her clit flaming. The dagger of her sex was home, feeling new cunt!
"Ohhhhh!" Nancy breathed, her ass lifting, her silky legs shivering against Candi's waist. The warm, slick connection fanned Candi's lust. She hunched, bedding her girlie pecker deeper. Nancy shuddered, her hands wormed restlessly on the couch. Her brown eyes were wide with excitement and wonder.
"Play with my titties, honey," Candi murmmed. "Oh, that good sweet pussy." She had it made now, her new chickie wouldn't flyaway, those dewy cuntlips were opening, she was dying for a come.
Oh, I never knew it would be this good! Nancy thought, arching her crotch upward. She's got a thing like a small penis! I love her between my legs; it's all cozy and hot and slick and safe! I read about a girl with a real long clit who could almost fuck like a man, and Candi's got one. Ohhh, wow! It isn't going in far enough to break my cherry, it's just right!
Sweet stings of delight curled through her crotch, she reached up for Candi's pointy breasts, her little girl-nub stiffened, her legs pulled back so Candi could fuck better. The thrills were closer together, closer and more wonderful, her flushed cuntlips began to quiver! She was coming!
Just as she found Candi's shapely tits and squeezed them, the heaven of her achy need pulsed and surged from her cunt! The first hot spasms were simply far out. She was bucking upward with the pounds of her pussy-fun, her legs jerking, her breasts arched high. Ohhhh, the goodies had never been so good.
"Come in my cunt, honey!" Candi panted, rocking her sexy ass, squirming her mons into Nancy's cunt mouth. The couch creaked, Nancy felt the hard wrenches of her delight and she cried out sharply. She was still coming!
"Ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhh!"
"Beautiful!" Candi breathed, sinking down as Nancy's hands slid away from the blonde's breasts, rising to hug the slender sexy body close. Their tits seemed to weld together, their cunts were wet and slushy, and the pangs of relief that bathed Nancy's crotch filled an awful void in her being.
She softened, floating in a warm pool of erotic awareness she had finally been fucked and she loved it. What Lenna had tried to get from her had simply poured from her cunt. Candi knew just how to make it hot and good ...
"Fun, huh?" Candi whispered, kissing Nancy's throat, keeping her clit bedded between the sweet, moist cuntlips.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Nancy breathed. "B-but you didn't."
"I will soon, sweetie," Candi murmured, starting to hunch again. "I just had to make you come first."
"You're so good to me, Candi." Her thighs raised, drawing back once more, her dainty cunt twitched with anticipation.
"You're a good fuck, honey," Candi giggled. "We'll have plenty of fun from now on, huh?"
"Yes, yes," Nancy whispered, shuddering. "I didn't know it would be like this?'
"Well, just don't get heavy about things, honey," Candi said. She raised her torso again, fastening her leaky puss more snugly to Nancy's cunt, and began to fuck. Her lips trailed from the brunette's throat, up the slope of a come-firmed tittie and enclosed a tender spire of girl-flesh. Delicious.
Candi never rushed a piece of ass unless there was some compelling reason. She did not ever go off as swiftly as most girls, she had to work toward it gradually, tasting and savoring the buildup thrills, and in this respect she was somewhat like a man, too. A good hard orgasm almost tore her ass out. Making the other girl climax time after time was her real sex enjoyment; it gave her a feeling of domination and superiority.
She did not hate men, as some Lesbians did. Some were very interesting and charming; she used them, the way she used Cleve. She loved to tantalize them with her body and then leave them hanging in suspense. One time at a mixed party, she had danced with this egotistical sonofabitch and by using bold words and ass wiggles in a dark comer she had got him off in his shorts. Fun.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" Nancy panted, watching Candi's lips on her tender dark nipples. No one had ever sucked her tittie-peaks, she had always wondered how it would feel for a man to kiss around on her breasts. She had played with them, naturally, and several guys she had dated had cupped her tits, they always got a good full feeling when she needed an orgasm-but now a sexy girl was doing it.
'Don't get heavy,' Candi said a while ago, she thought. I can't help it. A fuck is just a fuck to her, she probably has several cute girl friends. I adore her! She's making it more than just fun, she's in where no one ever was before and I'm getting my goodies again!
"Come, sweetie!" Candi breathed, her cunt squishing and sliding with more vigor. Her clit seemed longer and harder, Nancy could feel it tensing. Candi's pussy was about to pop, too. Ohhh, they were going to go off together!
"OHH, I'm ready!" Nancy gasped, her thighs pulling away back. The thrills were so sweet and achy she could hardly wait for the finish; her crotch just screamed for relief!
"You gonna let me have some of this regular, sweetie?" Candi panted, rolling her shivery cunt in closer.
"Yes, yes!" Nancy gasped. "Come on-do it!"
"Next time I'm gonna eat it!" Candi breathed, her pretty face twisting, her beautiful ass stroking in sweet coital rhythm. The couch creaked, their runts were clinging together like hot mouths, and there would be no wiggly bugs to worry about afterward.
Nancy moaned, too involved in her climb to glory to answer. Candi could do anything she wanted, and hearing her say it was just too exciting! The honey began to shoot along her shaking thighs, her titties swelled up higher, her little clit-nub began to throb!
Candi raised high again, the way a man does, her ass whipped very swiftly, her girlie prick pulsed, her face contorted with her lust.
"Ughhhhh-ohhhh-fuuuuuuuck!" Candi whined, her slender body shaking, her pointy tits jiggling with her last come effort. "Come up in my cunt!"
The twisting, sensuous waves of Nancy's lust exploded in her crotch! She cried out sharply, she bucked her ass, her whole pelvis went throb, throb, throb! She felt Candi's climactic shivers, the shaking of her beautiful body-and then they were making it! The burning nuances of delight had never been so sweet! Candi was coming hard. Her whimpers of pleasure were reaching Nancy's nerve-centers and increasing her joy. Ohhhh, coming with someone was what a girl needed!
"Jeeeeesus, that's good cunt!" Candi breathed, softening and dropping down, her tits again bedded to Nancy's quivering breasts.
Oh, she's filthy! Nancy thought. And it makes my pussy come deeper! I'm a bitch for doing this. I met her only about two hours ago and she's fucking me already. But it sure isn't rape! She knew I was hungry and lonely, and we WILL have all kinds of fun from now on. I'll be sexier than her other girl friends, she can screw me any time!
CHAPTER 3
Cleve Langton sat in the lounge of the Daly City Golf and Country Club sipping a scotch on the rocks, feeling refreshed after nine holes and a shower. He had been admiring the statuesque honey blonde at the bar, her beautiful ass spread on a stool, long nyloned thighs displayed seductively by a miniskirt. Her blouse contained the most sensational pair of tits he had ever seen. Trim waist, beautiful facial structure. Sonofabitch.
Several old studs at the bar were trying to draw her interest, but they were not making an impression. When she said something to the bartender, and he answered and she left the stool to undulate toward him, his cock vibrated. The dainty twitch of her butt, the alluring jiggle of her tits, brought a wide smile to his lips.
"I'm Mia Nelson" she said, her green eyes moving along his body, resting very momentarily on his basket, "I understand you're a golfing instructor.
"Right," he said, pouring on the charm. "Sit down, Miss."
"Oh, I'm married," she cooed, gliding into a chair across from his. "My husband wants to take lessons. We're new here ... "
"I could see that right away, Mia," he grinned: "Another martini?" He had noticed what she was drinking; he was always alert when he sniffed new pussy, he had caught her glancing his way a few times. Sexy broads could not resist looking at him, he had the profile and build of a movie star.
"I might get silly if I have one more," she smiled, but when he signaled the attractive cocktail waitress, Mia didn't object. The girl twitched over, took their order and gave Cleve a lingering come-on glance. She had been horsing for a month, she was ready, but he could pick up casual fucking almost any time; at the moment he had something better going.
"You're a lot of girl," he said, when the waitress was out of the way.
Mia's eyes flashed him a go signal, but of course she had to act coy with the rings on her finger. The married ones, he had learned years before, were easier to make than the single ones. He was willing to bet her old man was many years her senior, and he was not getting the job done.
"You shouldn't say that," she smiled. Her full carmine lips caressed the rim of the martini glass. "We're supposed to be talking about golf lessons."
He nodded, and for a few moments they talked fees and times. Her husband Alvin was in real estate, they lived not far from the apartment Cleve 'shared' with Candi, they were from Boise. He quickly got their home phone number, and when his knee brushed hers under the table she did not draw hers back.
Alvin, it appeared, was out of town on business, it was Friday and she was looking for a little 'fun.' The old Langton charm was really working. She was in heat, he had been able to tell that from watching her at the bar.
He leaned across the table, letting her see the best side of his face, he pushed his knee between hers and winked.
"Let's go somewhere and fuck, Mia."
She trembled, a faint pinkness appeared on her throat. "Why-you bastard," she said, obviously startled by the four-letter word.
He laughed. "I like the direct approach."
She sighed, her knees snuggled on his knee, and she finished her cocktail. "I ought to slap your face."
"But you won't," he said confidently. "I've been told I'm a pretty good mechanic."
Her excited flush deepened. She bit her juicy under lip. "You're filthy."
"Come on, beautiful. I know just the place."
She hesitated, he could almost read her mind. If I was sober I wouldn't even dream of doing this! He's an egotistical shitass, that waitress wants to get hi his pants, too. I should leave and show him a thing or two! My head says no and my pussy says go!
Cleve watched the fight go on behind her green, hot eyes. Girls who gave in too easy were cheap ... it was wrong ... but she needed prick ...
Mia had never turned on so fast in her life. She had been seated at the bar when he had walked into the lounge, hardly glancing at her, almost ignoring her. His appeal hit her right in the cunt, it was like a real hand between her legs and on her titties.
True, she did not love Alvin, he was twice her age and demanded very little of her body, but her early years at home where money had always been scarce had set her up for a marriage to a man who did have wealth, and a week after she had gone to work in his Boise real-estate office he had made her the proposition. His wife had died a year before, he wanted a girl around the house, and like most men with money he wanted a young one.
It had seemed like a good deal, her pussy for a life of ease, and her mother had been ecstatic. Mia had not presented him with her cherry, though. She had lost that in the back seat of a car at seventeen to the captain of the 'football team, who had been smart enough to put on a rubber.
At business college in Boise she had developed an association with a pretty young brunette; they had shared the same apartment and the same bed. Girl-girl fucking was fun, no danger involved, it was better than using her hand on her cunt, which she had been doing since the age of fourteen.
But she had not cheated on Alvin, with either sex.
He had asked her to go down to the country-club lounge and get acquainted, as he had just joined, and see if the pro would give instruction. He was full up, but Cleve Langton had been highly recommended. Somehow she knew he would be a good bed "mechanic."
In spite of her beauty she had never been in bed with a real male pussy artist, but she was on the pill now and there was no damn reason for not experimenting a little. Alvin was old-fashioned when be wanted some, and she was lucky to get a fuck once a week. He liked to show her off, though. Any man of forty-two with a wife of twenty-one was likely to feel proud, but he was Just not strongly sexed. She was playing with her cunt and breasts at least two or three times a week, and it was getting to be the shits.
"We can't leave together," she said, trembling.
He smiled. "I understand, Mia. Look, here's my card with the address. I'll wait out in front in my car. It's a red Mustang."
She took the card. A lot of people in the lounge were watching, although a planter had kept them from viewing the under-table knee action. She smiled and left the table, her legs shaky, her panties already turning moist. Twenty minutes later, after driving down two wrong streets, she saw the Mustang and parked her car behind it. A high-income neighborhood, like the one she lived in With Alvin. Cleve was sitting in his rig in front of a modem duplex; it was four o'clock. Evidently his wife would not be home for hours ...
She had seen the wedding band on his finger. Maybe he wasn't working at it. She sure didn't know much about him, she had expected him to pick a motel-but being in an apartment would make her feel less like a tramp. He was a smooth bastard, probably around twenty-eight. Just right, if he knew how to fuck ... and she was positive he did.
When she was out of the car, he took her arm and casually walked her up to the front door of the duplex, taking the right entrance. His assured manner said he had done this before. Her head whirled with excitement, her clit tingled. God, he was handsome. Just the touch of his hand on her arm sent warm waves of anticipation through her crotch. He closed the door, she heard the lock fasten, her heart pounded. It was a very posh dwelling, deep carpet, rich drapes and fat sofas. A bar arrangement with stools sat off to the right.
"Relax," he said lightly, not grabbing at her. "I could use one more drink."
"Y-yes," she stuttered. As she walked toward the bar, wishing she could be as poised as he was, he chuckled.
"Beautiful ass."
"I've been told I'm too plump," she managed, sliding her butt onto a stool.
"These skinny ones don't do much for me," he smiled, moving behind the bar. His eyes lingered on her well-filled blouse. "Are those real?"
She giggled. She was relaxing. She could still split, they both knew it. Her knees still burned where she had touched his leg, her pussy was starting a sweet ache; he knew he had it made, he was just plying her With words, teasing her, and she loved it. A bit of lightness and humor would make it much better. Alvin got too heavy with sex, lie seemed a bit ashamed of his needs. He had her on a pedestal, and a healthy girl craved more than that.
"I'll show you how real they are," she smiled, unfastening the top of her blouse. Again his eyes seemed to bum like a hand, stroking her cunt. She shivered, exposing the upper curves of her tits in the thin pink bikini bra.
"Great!" he smiled. The martinis were ready, he pushed hers in front of her. She was proud of her firm, jutting breasts; Alvin did not play with them nearly enough. He could not last long once he got his prick in her, either. She had not been able to cum with him until three months after their marriage when he had been half-drunk. The alcohol had slowed his drive, he had worked about ten minutes before getting his gun off, and she had finally climaxed around his sliding cock. His six inches did not reach in far enough, even when she doubled away up, her knees back to her shoulders.
She had been looking around for an understanding girl; she missed her former bed-partner in Boise, Pam Nugent. There was still a lot of fun to be had with a good, stiff cock, though ...
Cleve looked at the sweet generosities of Mia's big tits and his cockhead began to swell. Jeeeeesus, what a pair of knockers. His hands itched to touch and feel, his tongue stiffened. There was something about her that seemed still unawakened, as if she had never been handled by a real cocksman. He had found that in plenty of dames, mostly married ones who had latched onto some older man for security, and then began to search around for "excitement."
"A sexy blonde like you should wear black undies," he grinned, moving around to take a stool at her left. "They are real."
"Oh, I have same at home," she cooed, finishing the job of parting the halves of her blouse. A sweet mingling of lilac and girl aromas teased his senses. Her short skirt hem was nearly back to her ass, her sleekly nyloned thighs opened invitingly.
He slid his right arm around her waist, feeling her shiver. She leaned her head closer, her curved, plump lips opened. She pushed the martini glass out of the way, he sat his own aside, she half-turned and her arms glided across his shoulders. Her big tits cuddled his chest, she trembled, her lips opened wide.
He shot his tongue into the warm, waiting softness, she tightened her arms, her mouth glued to his, a gurgle of pleasure came up in her throat. Beautiful. Tasting the flavor and hunger of a young girl's lips far the first time was a hell of a charge. She was eager but not bold, she was used to' letting the man do the making out, and why her husband was not getting all these nice goodies was a question he had asked himself many times before.
The slow, sweet stroking of his tongue in Mia's mouth touched a deep need in her being; she had almost forgotten how a sliding fleshy probe felt between her lips. It was gorgeous. Pam Nugent had kissed this way, but that had been so damned long ago! Alvin had dentures and kissing him was a slobbery affair. Her cunt was all that really interested him, when he was interested.
The gin, a new man's nearness, the new sexy apartment, erected her clit and spread her thighs. Damn, she wanted his hand on her crotch, and her swelling titties. There was an almost feminine knowingness about Cleve, and the diving of his tongue told her instantly he wanted to eat her. She had missed that, too. Pam could do it so neatly-but she was far away, married and had evidently gone over to prick exclusively. Mia had to find a new girl friend; fucking another man could lose her her home and the whole deal. Alvin wouldn't care if she developed a friend of the same sex. Most men were very stupid about Lesbians.
Finally his hand slipped between her legs and tickled along the nyloned V to the bands of her hose, and almost to her panties.
"Nnnnnnnn!" she breathed around his tongue. Her nipples poked at the thin tight bra-cups, she shivered and arched her crotch toward his playing fingers. His tongue retreated, he nibbled her puffy lower lip and his palm flattened on her bikini-pantied CUDDY. Goodygood!
"Nice soft pussy," he murmured, rolling his hand on her cuntmound.
She decided she could be as bold with the wards as he was. "Get me undressed and get it in me," she breathed.
"Okay, you undress me first," he said. She could feel cunt juice oozing out on his hand. She hunched eagerly. He nipped at her underlip.
"God, are you that lazy?" she giggled. Keep it 'fun.' No heavy stuff. She drew away reluctantly, reaching for the buttons on his sport shirt. Her fingers were shaky. She had never disrobed a man or a girl either. She had never met a man who was so casual about a fuck. Because he had fucked a lot of dames, naturally.
Candi Jones glanced through her one-way window into Cleve's living room, having already seen a new car parked out front, and her already titillated clit stiffened delectably. That sonofabitch had really picked a beauty this time. Her opened blouse and thin bra revealed the most sensational pair of tits Candi had ever seen. Long golden-blonde hair, long full legs and a sexy ass, a mouth just made for kissing and she could not be much aver twenty.
At the moment Nancy Wells was in the rest room fixing her makeup and probably dabbing excess juice from hot pussy. After the delicious fuck on Candi's studio couch, she had taken the juicy young model around to her hotel, helped her pack up and leave, and now she would soon be settled in Candi's apartment.
Candi reached for the volume control that would let her hear what was going on in Cleve's quarters; the knob was cleverly concealed under a wall decoration near the one-way peep-hole.
" ... want my cock in, huh?" he was saying, while she drew his sport shirt from his shoulders. The lazy bastard was making the girl undress him.
"Well, why do you bring girls here, honey?" the honey-blonde giggled. Even her contralto voice oozed sex. Oh, what a lovely chassis! Her miniskirt was still on, her breasts were ready to pop out of that containing bra. She was very flushed, excited. Rings sparkled on her finger. Married. He liked those bride types the shitass.
She reached for his pants and he finally stood away from the bar stool, showing off his naked torso the lump in his very snug mod pants. He liked to advertise his outfit; he had a seven-inch cock that was very thick and big-knobbed. Most broads went apeshit when they saw it.
But of course it was his handsomeness that brought the cunts around. He knew how to act, how to dress, how to talk. Candi loved to be seen with him: other dames drooled with envy. He was a regular Tom Jones with the charisma of Joe Namath-but of course he never touched her. His charm was a great asset to Candi's business. When those country-dub society twats wanted a portrait or needed pictures of a party Candi's studio got the work. She had some very good, attractive assistants. An all-feminine operation was rather a novelty; most broads felt more at ease around a girl.
Laura Wheeler was the only employee Candi had ever fucked; ordinarily business and pleasure didn't mix. The models were her specialty, and Nancy was just right. After some training and coaching, she would be a sensational piece of ass.
Now a new girl was exciting her glands, and that tucker of a Cleve had spotted her first. He had found her lots of pussy, it was part of his work; at times like this Candi did not mind picking up most of the bills. They had a fine arrangement. That he could be classed as a society-type pimp did not bother him at all. Candi had heard him called Mrs. Candi Jones,' and that failed to bug him. Most men were just envious; they thought he was fucking his 'wife,' too.
A few more moments of listening gave Candi the main program. He was going to give this blonde named Mia a good fucking and then give her husband golf lessons. Mia's car out front, the way she was dressed, said her hubby had plenty of money. Too busy making it to take care of his homework-an old story.
Jeeese, I've just got to screw that big-titted beauty, she thought. I'll keep Nancy busy unpacking and doing little chores for me. I have to see Cleve pour the cock to Mia. She sure is in heat. After I get another good hard-on I'll give Nancy another fuck; she expects it.
Mia finally had Cleve down to his shorts and socks. The big pillar of his prick riding up inside the briefs sent achy shivers along her body; the spicy man aroma from his crotch made her dizzy. Touching his legs and hips and chest was just agony! No one had ever teased her this way, she had never been forward in her sex play, letting the man or other girl do most of the work. But oh, how stimulating. Her knees were weak her pussy-hugging bikini panties were a mess.
He moved in front of her and reached for her skirt, his hands sliding underneath to caress her ass then around in front of her crotch. He tickled the silky-hot flesh near her cunt. She clutched at his shoulders spreading her legs and tipping her pussy at his hand.
"Get me naked, honey," she breathed.
He stared at her swollen. tits, his left hand came up and unfastened her bra, his right hand continued to fondle her moistened cuntmound. As the scented cups slid from her achy mounds, his dark eyes flamed. His cock tensed inside his briefs.
"Terrific," he grinned, undercupping a bare swell of flesh, a finger trailing out to a tumid, pink nipple. She had never seen them quite so stiff and long. The wide bands of tender flesh surrounding them were a deep crimson; her tits were on fire!
"Oh, you bastard!" she gasped, curving her breasts forward. She could not resist what she did next; she reached her right hand to his covered prick and gripped it, wave after wave of animal need fanning out from her juicy cunt. God, what a cock!
"That's the way," he chuckled, pressing her cunt harder. "Bring it out and get the feel of it."
"I-thought you were going to undress me!" she breathed, her ass writhing and her clit so excited she wanted to seize her cunny and bring the fun herself.
"Okay, in the bedroom," he said, his voice thick His hands came away from her body, leaving a fierce unrequited bum. He steered her toward a half-opened doorway. Every move of her ass and legs, the rub of her thighs together, built her anticipation. Her hips wanted to move in coital thrusts, she was simply dying for cock!
The room was luxurious. Deep red carpet, a wide king-sized bed, heavy drapes that let in enough light for good viewing. On the walls were colored photos of very beautiful girls, some nude, some in almost nothing, posed in a highly provocative fashion. One pix showed two girls fondling each other ...
"My wife's a professional photographer," he smiled, reaching for Mia's skirt. This time he unfastened it and let it drop. He stood back, looking at her in panties, nylons and heels. "Very good. I have an idea she'd like to use you for a model."
The bastard, Mia thought, shivering. I need prick and he's just teasing me. But I'm flattered! Naturally, he's married! The sexy ones always are.
"I'm too plump," she said, reaching for her panties. If he wouldn't take them off, she would. "When does she come home?"
"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "She has her life, I have mine. She prefers pussy."
"God, you're awful," Mia breathed. "Come on, honey. Are you going to fuck or just look?"
His eyes changed, he lowered his briefs. He saw her expression of avid interest and pushed his hips out, tensing his prick. Oh, it was a beauty-big and at least seven inches long, with a huge circumcised knob, shiny with his pre-coital juices. She had never seen such a cock!
"Ohhhh!" she breathed, yanking her panties down from her ass. Her drippy cunt was really puffed out. This slow buildup and anticipation were turning her really on. She kicked her sandals away and ran to the bed, sliding over to the center with her thighs sprawled wide.
"Eager beaver, huh?" he chuckled, walking to the bed, his dark eyes flaring with need. He was so different from other men, so controlled. She wondered bow many other girls had been bounced on this very bed. Dozens, probably! She wished she had had more experience; most of hers had been with her fingers. And with Pam Nugent. But she was not proud of that. She wondered whether he could guess about her Lesbian screwing. If only she did not have to think so much, if she could just relax and enjoy ...
"Come on!" she urged, arching her achy cunt upward. Her whole body screamed for release.
Grinning, he crawled on the bed, between her legs, but instead of mounting he sat back on his heels, looking down at her cunt. His hands crept along the heated, silky inner zones of her thighs, on the dark nylon, and then up to the flesh near her puss. He touched her labia gently and opened them, tracing a hot pathway up and down her swollen crevice. A finger found her clit and she shuddered. Dreamy stings of pleasure spread through her crotch.
"That's a nice one," he said, rolling the tip of her femininity, drawing her achingly toward a climax! He eased the finger away just in time ...
"Nnnnnnnn!" she panted, shaking with lust. Even Pam had never played with her like this; it was wild! There was almost a feminine softness about his hands, even his approach. He was a pussy teaser from way back. He had her all spread out for prick and he was using his hands. She had always wished that Alvin would take more time with her before he got his cock in her, but this was torture!
"OHHH, please!" she gasped, pulling her thighs back the way she did for her husband. Her knees touched her swollen breasts, her ass was lifted high. His hands drifted from her cunt, he spread her legs so her tits pushed up between them. That was different; it opened her pussy farther!
"Beautiful," he muttered, finally moving forward. She reached for his cock with her right hand to steer it home, she touched the tumid manflesh at last, and the sensuous feel of it started her dreamy, stinging, burning delight!
He trembled, his cockhead sank juicily between her labia and the big knob oozed snugly deeper, deeper! She moaned fiercely as the bunched lust in her pelvis began to throb from her clitpeak! His cock was spreading her the way no cock ever had! Her inner cunt was twitching, her clit was pouring jets of honey at his manhood, and just as he shoved the whole big prick in deep the pounds of her fun sucked a yell from her lips.
"Oh oh, ohhhhh!"
"Blow your cunt, baby!" he muttered, jamming his knob hard.
Her legs jerked, her ass shook, her tits heaved up high! She was coming better than she ever had in her life! And that filthy barrage of words seemed to make her crotch more alive to his tensing rigid cock!
The sweet twinges of her relief flooded her cont, her legs pulled in on his body, she clawed at his shoulders, moaning with delight. One slow, hard push into her cunny and she was blowing her fun! Ohhh, this was the way to get fucked!
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhh!" she whimpered, her legs fiat to the bed, her ass lifting trying to push more prick in further.
"That's a good one," he chuckled, still poised high above her. "Nice snug cunt."
"Oh, I love that prick!" she breathed, swimming in her aftermath. The pangs were so, good they nearly hurt.
She loved to say prick and be bold with the words. It was all so new and sparkly and different in a big bad city! She didn't care how many girls he had tucked; she was here now, enjoying all the expertness he had learned from bouncing other broads. She was the easy pick-up fuck. The hungry young wife who never got enough sliding, waiting rigid cock at home ...
CHAPTER 4
"Haven't you ever sucked any prick, beautiful?" Cleve chuckled.
Candi, staring through her peep-hole into Cleve's bedroom, filled her eyes with Mia's exquisite body. He was spread out on the bed, on his back, and Mia stood beside the .pad, looking down at his cock. They both were naked. It was clear that Candi had missed some of the action while she had gone into her guest bedroom to help Nancy get unpacked and into something filmy and sexy.
"Noooo!" Mia answered, her voice coming clearly over the hidden speaker in Candi's boudoir. "Don't you want to screw me again?"
"Sure, after a while," he grinned. "Come on, kiss my prick and get a good hard-on."
"You filthy thing, you," Mia giggled, crawling on the bed, her honey-blonde hair trailing down across her sensational tits, her face flushed with excitement. "I didn't know girls could get a 'hard-on' honey."
"Well, your clit's good and stiff, isn't it?" he laughed. His complete confidence in his appeal gave Candi another wrench of jealousy. He had already fucked her, she had been denied that view; she was torn between the urge to work on Nancy and continue to watch Mia have her fun again.
Nancy was waiting in the living room, ready for another fuck.
That Mia sure does things for my glands, Candi thought, her clit rising stiffly between her juiced labia. I have to have some of that-lots of it! Fine, long, full legs and stand-out breasts. Too plump for modeling most things, but just right for fucking. I could sell some nudie photos of her easy.
Giggling, Mia straddled his legs and lowered her head toward his prick. Cleve was not much for a sixty-nine, but he appeared to be very good with his mouth and tongue. Some of the chicks he brought to his quarters really went for the muff-diving.
A light tapping on Candi's bedroom door brought a curse to her lips. She turned down the volume of the intercom speaker and left her peeking position. Nancy was eager and ready. Candi had to admit she was more than ready herself. After arriving at her apartment with Nancy, after getting the cute brunette settled, both girls had taken a shower and fixed up. Candi wore a sheer black wrapper, nylons and heels, and her cunt was wet from watching Mia.
She went to the bedroom door and opened it. Nancy was adorned in a short pink nightie with matching panties, her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"I thought I heard voices," Nancy said, curiously.
"I had the radio on," Candi lied easily. She moved out and closed her bedroom door. Catching Nancy around the waist, she kissed the brunette's throat and patted her pretty, nylon-covered ass. "Come on over to the sofa, honey. We're going to have some fun."
"You sure look excited," Nancy bubbled. She softened willingly.
"It's that cute pussy of yours," Candi smiled. She steered Nancy to the sofa and eased her down, gliding a right hand between the velvety thighs. Nancy spread them, shivering, her dewy red mouth waiting for lips and tongue.
"Oh, you're so good to me, Candi," Nancy breathed. "I'm going to love staying here!"
Candi played her fingers across the dainty cuntmound, feeling it respond. She watched the dark-red nipples perk out inside the filmy nightie top.
"You'll pay for it, with this," Candi giggled, squeezing the flesh near Nancy's cunt. "How would you like to have another girl drop around one of these days? We could have a real ball."
"Gosh!" Nancy breathed. "You mean-three girls?"
"Fun," Candi said.
Nancy shivered, her hips curving up. "Whatever you say, honey. Wow!"
"And don't be fucking anybody else, either," Candi said. "Unless I okay it. There are a lot of she-cats around Frisco, just looking for a cutie like you."
"Oh, I won't," Nancy breathed. "I called the agency and gave them your home number, so everything is okay with me."
"Good," Candi murmured. She tightened her left arm around the yielding waist and slipped her hand inside the thin, pink panties. The soft cunt-puff was turning moist. Nancy trembled, her legs opening farther.
Damn, Candi thought. If I could get Mia and Nancy both I'd flip my top. I have to find out whether Mia will go for a girl-girl screw. I'll take her away from Cleve. That'll fix his nuts. Jeeeese, my clit feels a foot long! Those big tit ties of Mia's are out of sight.
She was tempted to take Nancy into her bedroom and let her in on the peep scene, but if the young brunette got a look at Cleve she'd want some of his prick. Candi decided to keep her intimate viewing a secret; the less her chickies knew about Cleve the better.
She fastened her palm to Nancy's pussy and brushed her lips into the shell-pink ear.
"Hunch up, honey," Candi murmured. "Wiggle your ass and have some fun."
"Ohhhhh, yesss!" Nancy exclaimed. Her butt commenced to thrust upward, more juice oozed out on Candi's fingers. She would get Nancy off and then go in and watch Cleve work on Mia again. Mia was becoming an obsession.
"Come on, honey," Candi urged, locating the dainty clitnub. "I love to feel you come."
"Ohhh-kiss me!" Nancy breathed, her opened thighs shaking. Her titties bobbed up and down inside the top of the thin nightie. That fuck in Candi's studio had not been nearly enough for Nancy; she had been ready ever since they had entered the duplex.
Candi took the eager, warm lips and burrowed in, sliding a finger across the wet, tender clit. It hardened delectably, Nancy clutched at Candi's shoulders, her pretty ass-lifts quickened. Any other time Candi knew she would be delaying the pleasure, but she had to look at Mia again.
Breaking the luscious tongue-kiss, Candi panted into the opened lips. "Have a nice quickie, honey. You're making it. That's the way. Break your fun, shoot me a good one!"
That did it. Nancy whined, her whole body trembled, her clit tensed and then she was having what sexy girls needed most, a good stinging come-go. Her cute ass bucked, creaking the sofa-springs.
"Ohhh-HHHH-OHHH, Candi!" Nancy cried, her fingers digging into Candi's shoulders. "Ohhhhooohhhhh-wow!"
Candi watched the enthralled expression on Nancy's pretty face, felt the shudders of relief course along the model's body, and she imagined how it would be to get Mia in this same position. There was just nothing like pulling the goodies from a beautiful girl's crotch-absolutely nothing.
She gave the soft pussy a last caress and drew her hand from the fancy panties, reaching up to cuddle a pouty breast while Nancy softened, her smile of gratitude revealing how much she liked this cozy attention.
"Oh, you're so nice to me, Candi, Nancy giggled looking at Candi's sharply-coned tits inside the sheer black wrapper.
"You go in the can and get yourself all dainty and we'll have some more fun later, huh?" Candi smiled.
"Oh, yes," Nancy sighed. She hugged Candi impulsively and struggled to her feet. The Instant the bathroom door closed, Candi rushed into her bedroom, closed the panel and ran to the peep-hole. She turned up the volume.
Mia was sprawled out on the bed, on her back, her beautiful thighs opened and half-lifted, and Cleve was on his knees between them, his hands beneath her ass, kissing the flesh near the uptilted, thinly-bushed cunt. He was going to wave his tongue in her cunny. Oh, that lucky sonofabitch.
"Nnnnnnnn," Mia gurgled. "Oh, you animal, you."
"Doesn't your husband eat it for you, sexy?" Cleve chuckled.
"No!" Mia exclaimed, her hands restless on the bed. She flinched, a look of surprise touched her flushed face. "What're you doing, honey?"
He grinned. "Don't you like a finger up your back side?"
"Don't," Mia said, shivering. "It kind of hurts ... "
"Okay," he smiled, returning his mouth to her thighs. The view of his head between those sexy legs, Mia's expression of rapt enjoyment, sent waves of awful envy through Candi's being. The ache in her crotch was building higher, her clit was as stiff as a poker. As often as she had enjoyed watching Cleve do his thing with dames he picked up, this was driving Candi up the-wall.
Her right hand dropped to her stinging cunt, she touched her hardened clit with her middle finger. The earlier peeping and bringing Nancy to a climax had sweetened her need, but this was murder. Mia was probably lying about never having had her cunt nibbled but obviously she had not enjoyed much of it. Most gals from the boondocks were incredibly naive, and this made Mia even more desirable.
Finally Cleve's mouth was above Mia's cunt. His tongue shot out, the tip of it ran along the juicy crevice, and Mia's legs quivered.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Goody-good."
His hands lifted the beautiful ass higher, his tongue centered on Mia's clitzone. Her face twisted, she gasped and her thighs pulled back farther. Those big fun-firmed tits were up there very high, the coral nipples stiff as thumbs. Her hands writhed on the bed.
"NNNNNN!" she breathed. "OHH, ohhhh!"
Cleve's face lifted, he smiled greedily, licking his lips. Mia tried to raise her cunt high enough to connect it with his mouth. She whimpered.
"Ohhh, please, honey!"
"Real tasty cunt," he chuckled. "Hey, play with your tits if you want to. I'm just getting started."
"Ohhh-you're awful!" Mia gasped. "I'm-ready!"
"Hell, don't be in such a hurry," he smiled, his hands kneading her ass. "Enjoy. Want some cock when you go off?"
The honeyblonde was too involved to answer. She was dangling on the brink of her orgasm, and that fiend of a Cleve was making her wait-and wait. He was a pussy artist, all right. Candi had learned a few little tricks by watching him. She was nearly ready to come herself; she could not remember when peeping had been so furiously stimulating. A nice soft cunt was waiting for her in the living room, her whole body ached for finality, but she simply had to see Mia when she went into her thing on Cleve's educated tongue.
"Ohhh-just go ahead!" Mia panted. "Any way you want to!"
Her restless hands went to her swollen breasts, she stroked the slopes in a way that told Candi she had done it before, around the points and across the tumid nipples. Her head rolled from side to side, she was in an erotic frenzy.
I want some of that so badly I can almost taste it, Candi thought, her hips curving toward her hand. Ohhhh, shill Hurry and bust her cum before I go off myself.
Suddenly Cleve drove his tongue into the dewy cunt, his mouth fastened to the whole mons, and Mia's dramatic shivers, her contorted face, said he was really tongue-plunging her pussy. Mia's head turned back, her thighs jerked, her coned breasts heaved upward into her gripping hands, and then she was into her pounding come-thrall.
Her shout of rapture, even over the intercom, sent waves of lust through Candi's body. Her beautiful body shook in cadence with the beat, beat, beat of her come-fun. Her ass hunched at his mouth, and a faint, familiar slurping sound reached Candi's ears. Oh, he was drawing that puffy cunt into a big spasming come, he was drinking her cunt-honey, he was eating that dainty pussy the way Candi ate cunt.
"OHHH, OH, OHHHH!" Mia yelled, her thighs still quivering, her face showing her intense delight. Her hands still clasped her tit-peaks as a slow smile touched her lips, a smile of satisfaction and triumph. Her legs dropped and finally Cleve lifted his pussy-wet mouth from her cunny. He licked off the excess, grinning.
"Great pussy, Mia. You come real good."
Another tapping on the bedroom door snapped Candi out of her trance. Shaking with need, she again cut the audio, left her peeping spot and returned to her bedroom door. She opened it, seeing Nancy totally nude. The cute model was learning.
"Oh, you sure look excited, Candi," Nancy giggled. "You got some hot pictures in here you look at?"
"Don't worry your pretty head about it," Candi laughed, drawing the younger girl close. "Come on, let's go in your bedroom. I need a good fuck, right now."
"I'm ready too, honey," Nancy said. "Don't you like guys-at all?"
"Prick turns me clear off," Candi laughed. "Sometimes I have fun teasing them. Men are so damned egotistical." With her left arm around Nancy's waist, she led the dainty brunette into the guest bedroom.
"Gosh, I know it," Nancy giggled. "How do you want me, Candi?"
"Spread out on your ass, honey," Candi said, shaking, remembering what Cleve had done for Mia. "I'm going to eat that nice soft pussy."
"Oh, goody!" Nancy chirped, running to the bed. She swung down and opened her thighs, sliding a colored pillow beneath her dark, wavy hair. The finger-play on the sofa had excited her cunt; it was wet along the dainty crevice, her nipples were rising. A mingling of pussy and jasmine aromas teased Candi's senses, her clit. She slid out of her wrapper, her tongue aching for the feel of cunt.
Nancy shuddered, wondering what had happened in Candi's bedroom. Maybe the slender, sexy blonde played with herself before a screw. Her cunny looked more expanded than it had been at the studio, her green eyes blazed with lust. She was so bold, so sophisticated.
Candi crawled between Nancy's legs, resting on her knees; her hands slid under Nancy's rump, and a curious expression crossed the blonde's flushed face.
"Haven't you ever had it lapped, honey?"
"Noooo!" Nancy breathed. She and Lenna had never gone that far, it had seemed bad enough to rub their cunts together for their sneaky fun.
"You haven't lived," Candi breathed, a wild look in her eyes. Her head lowered, her hands lifted Nancy's ass. She pulled her thighs away back, leaving them open so Candi could look at her titties. Trading her body for a luxurious place to live did not seem wrong at all. Candi had promised to introduce her to some appealing young men, but first she had to see a doctor about getting on the pill, and buy some other kind of contraceptive until the pill began working. That was one of the best things about girl-girl sex-no danger, no Wiggly little bugs ...
"Oh, that looks good, honey," Candi murmured, her tongue shooting out. Her hands kneaded Nancy's assflesh, a finger toyed with her anus! Oh, it was all so different, like stepping into a new world of erotic discovery.
I really haven't lived, I guess, Nancy thought. She makes me come so good! I wonder what other girl she's going to bring around for a party. Should be real fun till I can be safe with a guy. It's about time I lost my cherry and got a few squirts of jism.
Suddenly the wiggly pink tongue touched Nancy's cuntlips and traveled along the slit. Sweet tremors chased through her crotch and up to her nipples. It was such a different sensation, cozy and rich with promise. Like wow!
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, lifting her pussy higher.
The hot soft probe contacted Nancy's clit, gliding around it. Furious stings of delight tensed her girlie tip her thighs shook, her breasts peaked up even more: The velvety mouth pressed slowly into Nancy's cunt, the tongue danced around the cuntal opening. A sensuous sucking began! Candi was drawing the juice from the twitching mons! The hands gripped more firmly, and then the sexy blade shot past Nancy's hymen into the virginal cunthole! It worked voluptuously in and out, in and out ... like a prick!
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" Nancy cried, feverishly. She was so near to coming, she could hardly believe it was happening this fast. Something really had turned Candi on! The sucking lips, the diving tongue, the close feel of the blonde head between her shaking thighs-it was all just too much!
She really loves my cunt! Nancy thought. Ohhhh, here it comes! Ohhhh, wow! I don't see how prick could be any better than this!
She cried out as the pangs of her need pulsed from the tip of her clit, like honeyed salvos from a gun. The wrenching delight racked her pelvis in a way that had never happened before! Her anus flopped on the bed, her legs shook, her tits arched up, she tried to hunch her ass, but the hands held her solidly while the beat, beat, beat of her joy simply flowed from her cunt ...
I got her cunt good, Candi thought, sipping more of the pussy-seepage, feeling the quivers of relief seize Nancy's pretty figure. I imagined I was eating Mia! I just adore nibbling a girl for the first time. I got her cherry in that department. She goes off real fine, but I bet I can bang Mia even better. I should be satisfied for a while with one new hot pussy, but the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence.
Mia knew Cleve's big moment was approaching. She was on her back again, her thighs drawn across her torso, knees even with her shoulders, her tits rising high between her legs. This was the part of a man-fuck she liked the least, those jolting, rutty drives into her cunt. Most girls lived for this moment, the tensing of the sliding prick, the quickened strokes, the swell of the cockhead.
It was all a bit too sweaty and animalistic, it reminded her too much of Alvin and his quickie fucking. When Cleve had teased her right to the rim of her orgasm and then eased his prick sweetly inside-oh, she loved that! And the way he ate her pussy was just sensational.
Well, he had given her more fun than she had ever experienced in one late afternoon, he deserved his goodies. She was going to make the scene again, which would be some improvement over the kind of thing she had at home, but she had a secret wish for her old girl friend, Pam Nugent. There was something just extra special about having a knowing dame between her legs instead of a man, hearing those plaintive, girlish cries of rapture.
Cleve was good with his prick, though. She could easily get hung up good on it if she had him around for a while. No dame would ever really 'have' him, entirely. He would always be showing off his profile, broads would always be looking at him and wanting his cock. He had no steady work; some dame was obviously supporting him. He would be ideal for some rich, sensuous widow-or two of them. A fun guy, a male concubine.
He seemed to sense her lessening interest he had an, almost feminine perception, because he had been with I so many different girls.
"What's the matter, beautiful?" he muttered, pausing. He was braced high, his big cock very rigid in her well-juiced cunt.
"Nothing at all, honey," she breathed. "Go ahead, I'm going to make it" She surely didn't want to put him down, she wanted another date with him. He would do until she could find the very right girl to fill in between Alvin's weekly fuck. Alvin was so easily tricked, and Cleve was not.
"You like my tongue better, though," he grinned. Slowly he began to work the bed with his hands and knees, letting the resilience of the mattress bring her ass up and down. It was different, interesting.
"Dh, it's all good!" she cried, the sliding cock starting to draw her fun. His nuts were bunching against her swollen cuntlips, slapping wetly every time her ass rocked upward. But he was still holding back, making it last as long as he could. Her thrills ebbed, she wished to hell he would hurry and finish.
Cleve was certainly no dummy about broads. He had noticed the way the cute cocktail waitress at the country-club lounge had stared at Mia, receiving a provocative return glance. This chick liked it both ways, he had fucked quite a few who went for a little pussy rubbing on the sly. It happened with many of those very beautiful cunts.
She had not had much experience fucking men, that was sure. No interior cuntal action, no luscious squeezes that older dames sometimes managed. Her excitement all centered in her clit, his deep hard strokes were not doing much for her.
I'm gonna bust my nuts whether she gets her gun off again or not, he thought, starting to knee the bed again. He rode a little 'high' so his sliding cockshaft would press more firmly into her clitzone. These fancy-assed cunts need a shot of jism once in a while. Someday I'll find a good, hot middle-aged widow with a lot of money, a real bundle of it.
Candi was back at her peep-hole again, staring avidly, the sound turned up so she could hear it all. Nancy would be in the guest bedroom a while, recovering. That last come had really blasted her crotch, she might even take a nap.
Candi immediately noticed that Mia was not nearly as turned on as she had been earlier, when Cleve had been eating her cunt. That was encouraging news. A girl that lovely would surely like pussy, too. Or maybe the gin was wearing off and Mia was starting to think about her poor neglected husband. Cleve always plied his marks with martinis.
"Come off around my .cock, beautiful," Cleve panted, starting his short bed-lifts. He was very clever with a good mattress, lazy right down to the last. His back was arched, his ass muscles bunching, his handsome face taut with lust. The flashes of his cock, as it worked juicily in and out of the dainty, uptilted-cunt, were slightly repulsive to Candi, but she loved the view of Mia's body, those superb breasts rising high, peaked for pleasure.
"Nnnnnnn-yesss!" Mia breathed, her eyes widening. She was going to come. She clutched at his shoulders, her face twisted, her beautiful thighs quivered. His knees and arms worked faster, he shuddered, his prick was coming almost out of the dewy cunt at every pump, and suddenly he groaned, his ass finally hunched, and Mia uttered a little cry of delight.
"UGGHHHHH-fuuuuuuuck!" Cleve moaned, hitting her cunt real hard.
Oh, I don't want her coming on his cock! Candi thought, her hand sliding down to her itchy cunt. But he makes them go off whether they want to or not. He's really shooting a load in her cunt! Damn him to hell. I want that Sweet pussy all to myself; she went apeshit on his tongue, and I know I can bang her harder than he can.
"Damn, that's good cunt!" Cleve muttered, dropping his chest to Mia's beautiful tits, humping through his goodies. Her thighs dropped, her heels hit the bed and she up-hunched, a smile of erotic triumph on her relaxing face.
"Oh, you bastard," Mia giggled, sliding her legs around his ass. "That one hurt a little!"
"Number six, baby," he chuckled. "Not bad."
I missed some of the action, Candi thought. Shit. I spent too much time with Nancy. I'll give her another flick after while and take more time, and I'll imagine I'm getting in Mia's panties. I have to have some of that, one way or another.
CHAPTER 5
"This is a lovely house," Candi smiled, gazing around the richly-furnished interior of the Alvin Nelson living room, her heart pounding. She had worked hard that morning at her studio, taking care of all the rush photo jobs, and then she had turned the afternoon's assignments over to her assistant, Laura Wheeler.
Rushing back to her apartment, she had showered again and gussied up for a very special occasion-a call on Mia Nelson. Well, she was inside the big Spanish-styled home Mia obviously liked her, the first big step toward a new conquest had been accomplished. They were seated on a big sofa, chatting.
"We were lucky to get it," Mia smiled back, her green eyes flicking across snugly-delineated titties inside Candi's pant-suit top. "You certainly are young to be such a successful photographer."
"I started early," Candi said, feeling a sweet tingle in her clit. The vibes were good. The instant the front door had opened and Candi had explained the purpose of her visit she had felt the interest in the beautiful honey-blonde's manner. Mia wore shimmery gold-colored lounging pajamas that revealed every sweet line of her exquisite bod, especially her big, jutting breasts. What a chassis!
She also had that lazy, well-fucked look which might make Candi's mission more difficult, but then she did not expect to make it all the way home so quickly.
A piece like this would take time and her best efforts-but she was sure the rewards would be all the sweeter. Mia was no giggly Nancy Wells, she had class, she bad been around a little, possibly with some other broad. And she would not want to lose her sugar daddy who, judging from a rather badly-posed photo on an end table, was at least twice her age.
That she had been an easy pickup for Cleve did not mean she would fall over backward for another dame. Some husbands could tolerate the idea of a young, sexy wife fucking another man, but Alvin looked very square, and a Lesbian affair might wreck her setup.
"You sure have a handsome husband," Mia said innocently. "I met him at the country club yesterday ... He's going to give Alvin golf lessons."
"That's what Cleve said," Candi replied, just as innocently. Oh, the duplicity of women! It happened so often, some wife's best girl friend fucking the husband. In Candi's case, she simply reversed the process.
"The four of us will have to go out sometime," Candi smiled. "Well, will you model for me, honey? Say, in just bra and panties. I could make you some nice extra money."
A faint pink flush touched Mia's cheeks. She was flattered, all right. Candi was making points.
"I used to model some in Boise, style shows and things, but-" Mia hesitated. "I'd have to check with Alvin ... "
"You have just about everything going for you," Candi said, winking. She feasted her eyes on the startling juts of Mia's breasts, then along the full slightly opened thighs to the sweet cunt-curve so cleanly outlined by the gold-colored pajamas.
"Well, I do love compliments," Mia giggled. "But I'm a little plump--here and there ... "
"Not at all, honey," Candi said, her clit tingling again. "You're just right for nudie shots, or a bikini. Those skinny high-fashion girls don't come out so good half-naked."
Mia flushed becomingly. "You must model, too."
"Oh, sometimes, when I need a slim-assed effect and long legs," Candi said. "But I'm twenty-five and a few lines are starting to show."
"You're very attractive," Mia smiled. "Long legs are sexy ... "
"Well, thank you, honey," Candi said. She's going for it, she likes me and my bod, Candi thought, shivering, Jeeeese, I'm getting a beautiful hard-on. But I can't rush this, I want it to be just right.
Mia felt a sweet excitement in her crotch. She had never met anyone quite like Candi Jones. Of course, that was her professional name; her real last name must be Langton, if she was indeed married to Cleve. That arrangement of theirs, having side-by-side apartments with only a locked door between, was kind of unusual. Cleve had finally explained it to her after their delicious flick-party the previous day.
On leaving Cleve's pad she had noticed a bright sports car parked nearby. Evidently Candi had seen her then, she might even suspect that Cleve had entertained her. Well, things were different here in California. She would pretend that she had merely talked to Cleve at the Daly City country club.
The big item was that Candi obviously wanted to rock her, too.
God, she's really beautiful, Mia thought, shivering again. We vibe real nice. There's something a bit masculine about her, and that appeals to me. I haven't had a girl work on me for years, ever since Pam went straight. If Alvin wasn't coming home after a while I'd be tempted to start the fun right now! He's been gone for days, he'll want a piece tonight for sure.
"I'm sure Alvin won't mind if I do some modeling for you," Mia said, her nipples tingling. "I'll persuade him a little."
Candi winked, wet her lips with her tongue and arched her pointy breasts forward. "We gals have a way of getting our own way, huh?"
They both laughed.
Candi glanced at her wrist watch. "Oh, shit. I better split-and you said your hubby was coming home later ... Look, call me as soon as you find out, honey."
As they walked to the door, Mia was not at all surprised to feel Candi's left arm slide around her waist and squeeze a little. A delicious pang of need touched her clit. Their eyes met and held.
"I think we're going to get along just great," Candi said. "Mutual admiration, huh?"
"Right," Mia smiled, hating it when Candi drew her hand back. But this was not the time or place, they both knew it. Each girl would have time to think a while and anticipate ...
Alvin Nelson leaned back in his office chair and watched his new young secretary wiggle out and close the door. A faint aroma of perfume and pussy lingered in the air, his cock responded agreeably. One of these days he would have to find out whether Joan Meadows really wanted a fuck or was just practicing her wiles on him. The curvy brunette acted very interested.
He realized he should not be getting a hard-on after the fine fuck Mia had given him the night before. A return-home piece. But as usual he had not been able to hold his passion very long; she was almost too beautiful. She never wanted to go for seconds, either. Certain little changes in her bedroom manner aroused his suspicions, too.
She had found a golfing instructor, but she also might have found some new prick. He was fully aware of the risks involved in marrying a girl as young as Mia; men stared at her everywhere she went. Dames envied her. Now she had met the golfing instructor's wife, who operated a successful photo studio, and this Candi wanted Mia to model. Well, that sounded innocent enough, but Alvin had a hell of a jealous streak. He was a firm believer in the double standard. A man had to get a little pussy on the side now and then, but a wife was supposed to save her cunt for the husband. After all, Mia was a damned expensive piece.
He pulled the thick phone book from a drawer in his desk and leafed to the yellow pages, searching for a listing of detectives. Having Mia tailed for a few days might relieve his mind. He had made a bundle on his trip to Boise, he could easily afford some private eye."
"Well, how do you want me, Candi?" Mia asked. She glanced around the rear studio, at the various props, flood-light stands and other equipment Candi used in her business.
Candi trembled with excitement. Two days had passed since she had called on the sensational honey blonde, they had visited several times on the phone, and now she was here, ready to pose.
I want your pretty ass on that couch and your cunt pushed up for a fuck, Candi thought, her clit aching. But I have to take this slowly, carefully
Mia's miniskirt, dark sleek nylons and well-filled .blouse, her dainty girlish moves, that long rich mane, had stirred Candi's glands the moment Mia had walked into the studio; now Candi's clit was already stiffening sweetly.
"Let's try you in bra and panties first, honey," Candi smiled. She wore a snug black pant suit and high heels to give her a leggier appearance, and Mia was noticing. "Would Alvin mind if you showed up in a girlie magazine?"
"Oh, I don't think so," Mia laughed. "Might improve his performance."
Candi winked. "You mean he isn't taking care of you-all those nice goodies?"
Their talks on the phone had put them on a very intimate basis, so far as words went. Candi had found that pretending to be straight helped her program when she was after new pussy-and she just had to make it right with Mia. Beyond a doubt Cleve would be in her panties again at the first opportunity. But today he was out at the country club giving Alvin his first instruction, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt his pecker.
"Alvin's a little quick on the trigger, if you know what I mean," Mia smiled. Her hands went to her blouse.
"Oh, I know," Candi laughed. "Not many men take plenty of time with an eager girl. Cleve's pretty good"
A faint flush touched Mia's cheeks, but she looked away, then glanced around, apparently looking for a dressing room.
"Hell, take your stuff off right here, honey," Candi said. "I have special undies I want you to wear for the photos."
"I guess you've seen naked girls before, huh?" Mia giggled.
Not like you, baby, Candi thought, her hands shaky. I gave Nancy a nice long tuck last night and I was thinking about your cunt the whole time.
"Oh, sure," Candi said lightly. "But you are a little special. Very sexy."
"Nnnnnnn, tell me more," Mia giggled, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. To keep from staring too greedily, Candi adjusted several floods and checked her 35-mmcamera. She wore one of her special bras that left the peaks of her titties exposed; her nipples were hardening against the hug of her suit-top, her cunt was turning wet.
"You have very beautiful tits, honey," Candi said. Of course she could not dare confess that she had seen Mia nude and getting fucked. "At least, what I can see of them, so far."
"Well, yours are cute," Mia smiled, giving Candi a warm glance. "I guess size isn't everything ... "
She removed the blouse and the sudden view of Mia's jutting breasts in the thin pink bra, the coral nipples showing clearly through, sent waves of need through Candi's crotch.
"No, but they sell better, honey," Candi laughed. "" She draped some black velvet material over a chair nearby; blondes always looked more provocative against a dark background. This suspense was killing her!
I'm sure she knows I want to tuck her and she's flirting with me, Candi thought. Ohhhh, shit! I never wanted a piece of pussy so badly in my life!
Mia reached for her miniskirt, a delicious heat building in her crotch. Every move Candi made heightened her anticipation. What a beautiful slender figure she had! She was not rushing, she was playing it very smoothly. All the little niceties of a girl-girl friendship had been observed, the hints and glances all said it loud and clear, I want to tuck you, honey, and today's the day.
Mia wanted it to be today, too. Her nipples ached, her clit ached. Nearly two years had passed since she had enjoyed her last sweet cunt-rub with Pam. Alvin had not screwed her since that evening after his arrival home from Boise, and then she had finished her fun in the bathroom afterward, as usual. But instead of dreaming about Cleve, she had imagined that Candi was teasing the goodies from her cunt.
The fantasy had been so exciting, she had peaked out twice more. The experience with Cleve had shown her plenty; she had never climaxed so many times in a row in her life! His cleverness had awakened a deeper need in her body, making her much more aware of her sensual capabilities.
She had often read that a lot of dames never turned into a good fuck until they were past thirty. Maybe so, with a man. But a knowing girl like Candi, who had surely had plenty of experience, could make a fuck just sensational. Well, she had thought about it enough, she had to find out.
She dropped her skirt and stepped out of it, posing with her hands behind her head, legs slightly apart, her tits arched forward.
"Neat!" Candi said, her eyes sliding hungrily along Mia's figure, a tell-tale flush touching her throat. "Ve-ry sexy, honey ... You're a natural."
Mia shuddered. The nitty-gritty time was almost here, her pussy was leaking juice into her sheer, lacy bikini panties. A mirror behind Candi told her she looked her best; the smoky nylons accented her long full legs, her tender nipples were sticking out sharply inside the filmy bra, she had spent half an hour fixing her hair and mouth and eyes.
"For modeling-or a little fun?" Mia breathed.
"Both," Candi giggled, moving nearer. Her eyes flared, her breath sucked in.
God, she's ready, Candi thought, shaking with wild excitement. Her clit erected between her juiced cuntlips, the fragrance of pussy and lilac perfume touched her nostrils, whirling her senses.
"Do I read you right, honey?" Candi breathed, her nipples stiffening out.
"Oh, you know it!" Mia whispered, swaying closer. Her full carmine lips were parted, her head tipped slightly. She was all ready and waiting ...
"Jeeeeese!" Candi murmured, her arms sliding around the warm, pliant waist. Her tongue shot out, Mia's arms coiled across Candi's shoulders, their mouths brushed together as if they had kissed a dozen times. Candi probed her tongue sweetly inward, their covered breasts burned as they met, a little whine of excitement came up in Mia's throat.
The luscious cling of the younger girl's mouth, the spread of her lips, her incurving crotch, fired Candi's lust. She was in. She had it made! She pushed her cuntmound firmly into Mia's crotch and hunched. Mia shivered, her velvety thighs opening; she knew instantly who was the boss girl, who was the fem. Her soft yield to Candi's grip, her tremors of mounting delight, were just as sweet as Candi had expected, maybe even sweeter!
Candi stroked her tongue in Mia's mouth and slid her hands down to the alluring ass-curves. Mia hung on, shivering, her tongue flirting across Candi's tongue. The silky rump was delightfully firm, smooth and sexy. Those luscious big tits were pushed forward; seeming alive to Candi's passion.
Damn, she's got it for me, Candi thought victoriously. I'll give her a better tuck than Cleve did, I'll pop her gun till she faints! She's so much girl my clit feels a foot long.
Candi eased the mouth pressure and flirted her tongue more slowly, slipping her hands down inside the sheer bikini panties. Mia's lips were puffing, her breathing was jerky. Slow and easy, now. She had to make it very good for this bundle of ripe girl. That first climax was so important!
"Nnnnnnnn!" Mia breathed, shaking. Her lips clung, her crotch pushed in eagerly.
"Oh, you sweet thing, you," Candi panted, hunching again. She bit the full lower lip, gently. Her right hand, went down inside the panties to the dewy soft cunt, from behind. Tell-tale wetness leaked out on Candi's finger.
"Over on the couch, honey," Candi murmured. "We're going to have fun."
"Oh, you're a devil!" Mia said, her lips still open, dainty shivers running up and down her lush figure. "You don't want me to model at all ... "
"The hell I don't," Candi murmured, teasing the velvety lower reach of the cuntslit. Mia back-hunched, offering more of her pussy. "But I watched you the other day and got a neat hard-on. You did, too."
"Shit, yes," Mia giggled. "I guess I wanted you to fuck me then, honey."
"We'll make up for it today," Candi giggled back. She drew her hand from the panties and steered. Mia over to the couch, easing her down. The beautiful honey-blonde leaned back on the cushions, her fine thighs spread, pussy-moisture showing along her crevice under the hugging panties.
Candi began to undress.
I'm easy and I wanted to be easy, for her, Mia thought, her cunt aching. God, she's something! I've been ready ever since I saw her last. This is rich, getting screwed by Candi and Cleve, both! But I like Candi the best.
She watched Candi remove the tight pants top. What a sexy bra, the peaks of her titties showing. What a sweet, leggy bod! She had missed Pam Nugent more than she realized but it would be different having an affair with another blonde; and Candi was much sexier than Pam had ever been.
"Cute," Mia giggled, staring at Candi's pointy tits.
"I wore it just for you, honey," Candi smiled, loosening the band on her pants. "You've been there before, haven't you?"
"A long time ago," Mia said. She watched the pants come down, shivering. The black lacy bikini panties were so mini they barely covered her cunt. Those long, long thighs sent hot tremors through Mia's crotch. "But she sure wasn't like you, Candi."
"Mmmmmm!" Candi smiled, removing the pants. She moved right in front of Mia, spreading her thighs, tipping her cunt forward, undulating her trim, pretty ass. "What these men don't know won't hurt 'em, huh?"
"Oh, right!" Mia laughed. God, I wish she'd hurry! Mia thought. I teased her and now she's teasing me. But that's fun, too! Oh, the way her tongue moved in my mouth I just know she'll eat me good! Maybe better than Cleve ...
Candi liked to keep an AC-DC image, even though she hated prick; her marks seemed to feel more comfortable with a girl who supposedly liked it both ways. She was glad she was not a butchy-looking Lesbian; she did not mingle with those types at all. A lot of her best fucks had been with married gals looking for new thrills. Stealing some husband's goodies made it even sweeter.
She dropped down at Mia's right and slid her hand between those lovely, nyloned thighs, her left arm circling Mia's waist. She had never wanted a fuck so badly in her life, but this preliminary exploration was very important; it was where most men fell down in their eagerness to plow the cock in and get the gun off. Cleve had given Mia a beautiful fuck. She, Candi, had to do it better!
Candi shuddered, playing her hand along the silken V of Mia's legs, feasting her eyes on the amazing tits inside the stretched, pink bra. She brought her mouth over close to Mia's waiting lips, her clit a hot dagger between her moistened, swelling cuntlips.
"Did Cleve make a pass at your pussy, honey?" Candi whispered, finally reaching the dainty cuntmound.
"Well, yessss," Mia breathed, trembling. Her crotch moved forward, she pushed her cunt into Candi's palm. "He is sexy ..."
"He sure is, honey," Candi murmured. "Maybe the three of us could have some nice fun, all together ... "
It was a line she often used with girls Cleve had flicked, and invariably it excited them. Mia shivered, her ass lifting again.
"Oh, that would be something!"
Candi had never gone that far to please a girl friend, but it might be interesting, at that. Cleve was easily managed, and she did enjoy watching him pour the cock to his conquests. Being in the threesome scene instead of peeping would add some new sensations. She remembered vividly the time Cleve had brought two cute twins to his side of the duplex; he had even persuaded them to tuck each other while he rested his prick ...
I could bring Nancy along, too, Candi thought. Fun! Cleve could bust her cherry. Somebody will one of these days. He might as well get it. I might even try some cock myself! This Mia puts all kinds of ideas into my head and puss. Ohhhhh, I haven't had such a stiff for ages!
Deftly she eased her play hand down inside Mia's panties, cupping the soft, soft cunt. Teasingly she pressed it and drove her tongue between the waiting, heated lips. Mia shivered delectably, she whined in her throat again. Her beautiful big tits arched forward, her arms clamped tightly around Candi's neck, her ass lifted. With the skill of long practice, Candi inched her middle finger slowly into the dewy cunt, slick and shivery and hot.
Mia shook wildly, her mouth broke free, her rich thighs swung open farther, and Candi felt the delectable first shivers of Mia's need. This was it!
"Nnnnnn-ohhhhhh, honey!" Mia cried, hunching.
"Come, baby!" Candi panted into the puffy lips. "Blow your nice goodies!"
Mia's beautiful, flushed face contorted, her head swung back, her tits heaved in the stretched, pink bra, her ass shook on the couch. Just as the honeyed pounds of her fun vibrated her lovely body, Candi found the dainty clit with her thumb and pushed it the way she liked to have her own clit teased. Oh, it was a very well-developed girlie nub, stiff and quivering!
"NNNNNN-OH, OR, OHHH!" Mia whimpered, hunching with the throb, throb, throb of her surging delight. "Ohhhhh-OHHHH!"
"Oh, you're breaking a good one, baby," Candi gasped, keeping her finger in deep. A light, voluptuous inner cuntal spasm enriched her thrills. God! There was nothing like busting a new girl's cunt for the very first time. Nothing!
Mia stopped shaking and slumped back on the cushions, breathing hard. Her ass worked up and down with the waves of her aftermath, her coral nipples ready to poke holes in the clinging bra. She softened, at last, her eyes opening, wide with wonder.
"Oh, goody-good!" she breathed. "You're just too much, Candi!"
"Neat, slick pussy," Candi giggled. "I love the way you come."
"You make it so good!" Mia giggled back. "What about you, honey?"
"Takes me a while, sweetie," Candi smiled. "You'll know it when I blow."
They both laughed.
CHAPTER 6
"Now, let's get these panties off and have some real fun," Candi said, rising to her feet. She unhooked her half-bra and reached for her bikini briefs. Mia nodded eagerly, squirming out of her pink undies. The view of Mia's puffed coot sprinkled with thin blonde curls, juiced along the crevice, sent whirling nuances of excitement through Candi's loins.
"Will-anybody be wondering?" Mia asked, hesitantly.
"Look, the door's locked, I told Laura not to disturb me. Relax, honey." As Candi brought her panties down to the floor and then straightened, with her cunt arched forward, Mia stared and a deeper flush touched her cheeks. Candi knew the tip of her long clitoris showed at the top of her crevice; she had startled quite a few girls with it, and beautiful Mia was no exception.
"W-what is that?" she breathed.
"My girlie cock, honey," Candi laughed. She dropped her hands to her coot and spread her labia, tensing her clitspike. "Isn't it sexy?"
"Ohhhh!" Mia gasped. "It-sure is ... "
No wonder she's a pussy-chaser, Mia thought, trembling. She can fuck with that thing! There IS something a little masculine about her, and it sure shows now. But I LIKE it! I want it in my cunt. Oh, we ARE going to have fun! She made me come so hard with her fingers, I'm dying for more and more!
Her pussy fun with Pam Nugent had been entirely different, it had started after they had double-dated a couple of handsome Boise State College football players. At seventeen they had been afraid to put out, and they had ended up in Pam's bed at her home, still excited from all the kissing and tittie-playing in the car. Slender, brunette Pam. had simply crawled over between Mia's legs and started making out in the close, intimate darkness.
Mouth to mouth, titties squirming together, warm cunts rubbing, they had humped to a climax. They had told themselves it was just 'fill-in' sex until they either got married or started rutting with guys, but the next morning they had fucked again-and again. Much better than having their fun alone on their fingers! And it had been a pretty steady thing until Pam had got her first man-fuck and decided to get married, damn her.
By that time Mia had decided to bargain her beauty for the best deal she could get, and Alvin was it. She admitted she was lazy and not a very good cook. But she had the luxurious life she figured a sexy girl should have; letting him tuck her once or twice a week was making it easy. Now she was going to have some nice steady pussy. And maybe some more of Cleve's cock, too.
He had called her about another date, but after the visit with Candi she was all hot for what she loved best-cunt.
"Now, get your ass around on the couch, honey," Candi laughed. "And take your bra off. Those nice big titties are driving me crazy!"
Mia shivered and unfastened the last charm-covering. She was very proud of her tits. As Alvin once said, they stuck out "a country mile." She always stroked and teased them with her free hand when she was getting her fun alone. Goody-good.
Candi stared at Mia's luscious bare breasts, the coral nipples stiff and long. The delicate wide bands around the peaks were puffed with her excitement. Cleve had made them very swollen, but somehow they looked better today; this girl liked her pussy, all right.
Mia swung around on the couch, her legs spread, her cunt uptilted for Candi's delectation.
"It's all yours, honey!" Mia giggled, writhing her beautiful ass.
"Jeeese, you're fabulous," Candi breathed, crawling between Mia's nyloned shanks, braced on her knees and hands, her clit stinging with anticipation. Slowly she lowered her crotch, fastening her flaming cunt to Mia's dainty cunt. The sensuous velvety contact, Mia's tremor of eagerness, her slow ass-lift, surged Candi's lust. She bedded her clit between the slick, wet labia.
"Ohhhhh!" Mia breathed, her thighs drawing back. "I'm really ready, honey!"
"I'm gonna give you the best fuck you ever had, sweetie," Candi growled, hunching her tensing clit deeper. The cling of silky, hot pussy, new pussy, whirled sweet thrills through Candi's loins. "That's real neat cunt!"
"Nnnnnnn!" Mia breathed, coming up. "I love that little prick!"
"It sure loves pretty pussy," Candi muttered, hunching again. She lowered her head to the peaked high titties, her tongue coiled out and touched a dainty pink nipple. Mia shuddered, her hands caressing Candi's shoulders, her face very flushed, already twisting with her need.
Oh, I never realized how much I've missed hot, juicy cunt! Mia thought, her own clit burning for a come. It's been ages! She fucks more like a man than a girl, and it's just wild! That clit of hers doesn't hurt me, it's better than a finger! I'm going to blow my mind!
She watched Candi close her lips around a tumid, tender nipple and felt the sweet sucking action, the winding tongue across her spire of girl-flesh. Honeyed thrills shot from her titties down to her crotch, her clit ached. Candi's slow, teasing tuck-hunches began to draw the goodies along her thighs!
"OHH, OHHH!" Mia gasped, trying to luck more swiftly. "Come on, honey!"
Candi shuddered, wanting to drag Mia's fun out a little longer, but the younger girl was used to rushing to her peak, like most girls. The first cunt-rub orgasm was important; though; it would make them closer than ever, and Mia could learn some of the finer points of Lesbian sex a bit later. That was where a sensuous dame had it all over a man who was past thirty; she could come and come, time after luscious time.
Candi raised her head from the beautiful, swollen breasts and went into her short strokes. She was not quite ready yet herself; the longer she waited the harder she went off. Bringing Mia's pleasure was the very important thing, now. Ohhhh, yes!
"Come up good in my cunt, baby!" Candi panted, her ass flying. The sweet squish of eager cunts together, Mia's contorted face, her total involvement, the jerk of her beautiful thighs and ass as the nuances of her come-joy racked her pelvis-ohhhh, shit! That's what a girl-girl fuck was all about!
"NNNN-OH, OH, OHHHI" Mia cried fiercely, uphunching, her cuntmouth spasming deliciously with the beat, beat, beat of her climax. Her tits heaved, her hands grabbed at Candi's shoulders, her arms shook, too. "Ohhhhh-damn!"
Candi held back with a strong effect. Jeeese! This beauty was really blowing a good one! Her inner cunt had no movement, but the twitch of her cuntlips and the slow, sweet bunching of her loins said it all. Her clitnub rubbed into Candi's girlie cock with luscious swiftness. A sweet flow of more pussy-juice, her girl-come, made their cunts extra slick and luscious.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Mia breathed, softening, her body still shaking in her aftermath. "Ohhh, you sexy devil!"
"I knew I could get you off good, honey," Candi giggled, keeping her pecker in snugly, achy twinges of her need some of the best she had ever known.
"Oh, you're so nice and filthy!" Mia sighed. Her legs dropped, she shivered. "I never had it like-this!"
"We'll have lots of fun from now on, huh?" Candi smiled, tensing her clit.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Mia exclaimed, tightening her legs around Candi's ass. "You didn't-come, honey. Is something-the matter?"
"I need lots of nice fucking to bring mine, sweetie," Candi laughed softly. "Don't worry about it. You'll know it when I blow."
"Ohhhh, I've missed this so much," Mia breathed, caressing Candi's waist and arms. "That little thing of yours really sends me!"
"How long since some girl got in your panties, honey?" Candi asked, curious.
"Oh, two years-" She hesitated. "I've had some prick-besides Alvin's, but ... "
"Hell, I go for some cock myself once in a while," Candi lied easily. "Guess we better clean our twats, huh?"
They both laughed.
Sure, she remembers Cleve's prick, his cleverness, Candi thought. But I've got her pussy now, and I'll keep on having it. Still, it might be fun to watch him fuck her again, but if she does I'll BE THERE. I'm in like Flynn. Cleve did a fine job of lapping her cunt, but I bet I can bang her better ...
Ronnie Lemm stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around her ass, and wiggled into the living room. Her mother, Sally, sprawled on the sofa in a thin short nightie, glanced over at Ronnie and smiled.
"That looks better all the time, hon," Sally remarked, writhing her plump ass suggestively. She was a good looking mulatto for her age, her tits were still firm, like her butt. Her Negro ancestry showed much more than Ronnie's, who was only one-quarter black. She was called a 'high yeller.'
"Want some more pussy, eh?" Ronnie laughed.
"Sure, we ain't had a fuck for two days," Sally giggled.
"Well, cool your cunt for a while, I got something to tell you," Ronnie said, dropping into a chair. She left her slender legs open so Sally could look under the fringe of towel and see her box. Ronnie needed a fuck, too.
She no longer felt guilty having sexy fun with her own mother; it had started years before, even while her father was around. He had caught them screwing one day and had pulled out. Some of those whiteys were square as hell. The tucker had never done much work, anyway.
"You had a good day, huh?" Sally said. She dropped the girlie magazine she had been leafing through.
"Yeah," Ronnie smiled. "I told you that ad in the yellow pages would payoff, honey. You remember that call I got."
"Sure," Sally replied, leaning forward. The motion almost caused one jutting tit to slide from the V of her nightie. The long, smoky nipples were stiffening.
"Well, I called on this new customer, Alvin Nelson. He figured I was pretty young to have a detective's license, he bad no idea I'm a girl"
"I still don't see why you have to dress and act like a guy in your detective work," Sally went on.
"Shit, who'd hire a broad?" Ronnie answered. She had gone through the local Police Academy, she bad received high marks, and she bad passed the tests given to private investigators, she could even carry a gun if she wanted to. Her features had always been boyish, she had often wished she had been born a male. She bad purposely dressed like a stud for her license photo, she got a kick out of living a double life. She used the same name for both roles.
Her regular job was being a cocktail waitress at one of the best Daly City supper clubs; her long legs and trim ass made her a lot of tips. A wig and some makeup turned her into what she was, a very sexy piece of girl. Men hardly ever turned her on, though. When club customers asked if she was available, the price was a hundred bucks. Or more if the guy acted real eager. She was very choosy because she had never busted her fun around a prick. And she very seldom fucked other girls; Sally kept her pretty well satisfied.
After her father bad pulled up the stakes, she and Sally had moved into a better neighborhood, gotten a newer car and started "living like" white people." Sally picked up extra money doing housework for a few of the rich bastards over on the next street.
"Anyway," Ronnie said. "I charged this Alvin Nelson plenty, and he went for it. I tailed that good looking young wife of his, but I didn't catch her with a stud. She went to this Candi Jones photo studio and spent a couple of hours. I hear this Candi is a real Les; it could be that Mia got a fuck there ... "
"Okay, what else is new?" Sally said dryly. "Those sexy whitey cunts are worse chippies than us colored broads."
"Alvin is what's new," Ronnie smiled. "He does things for me. I got a real good tingle."
"What is he, queer or something?" Sally giggled.
"Shit, no," Ronnie said. "I think he's looking for a setup. You know, we've talked about finding a wealthy guy and moving in. Got a beautiful big house. He acts a little square on the comers, but the way he looks at that young secretary of his ... he's from the sticks. I'm sure he wants some real action."
"Why is he having you tail his piece, then?" Sally asked.
"I figure he wants a good excuse to dump her, she looks damned expensive. Married him for his money. Ten to one she's a poor fuck. Now they're in the big city and he figures she's getting prick on the side."
"Well, shoot your best lick, honey," Sally giggled.
"Right," Ronnie smiled. "One of these days I'll show him how I look in a miniskirt with my tits sticking out. I might even take you along for a little added bait."
"Good!" Sally giggled. "You know, I do miss cock once in a while ... "
"Yeah, I better find you a stud before you wear out that imitation prick, boney."
They both laughed. Sally's vibrating dildo was a kind of joke between them. The sensuous mulatto had to have her goodies nearly every day. Watching Sally fuck herself with it still gave Ronnie plenty of kicks.
"I'm glad you got a night off, honey," Sally giggled, spreading her plump olive-chocolate thighs farther apart. "I got a hell of a hard-on."
"What else is new?" Ronnie smiled, sliding the towel from her loins. She was getting worked up, too. Her feelings about Alvin Nelson really surprised her. Maybe because he was not like the sons of bitches who came in the Black Slipper and tried to cop feels. She looked forward to surprising him by showing up as a girl. She wanted his hands on her body.
"That pussy looks good tonight, hon," Sally giggled, staring at Ronnie's crotch. She flipped the hem of her red nightie back and showed her cunt. Mother and daughter had very little pubic hair; their cuntlips protruded, like their sensual mouths. Ronnie could see wetness leaking from her mother's crevice. She was sure Sally had been playing with her box while looking through the girlie magazine.
"Well, it's all nice and fresh," Ronnie giggled. "You want to start by getting your tongue inside?"
"I just took a shower myself," Sally giggled. "Let's do a sixty-nine, huh?"
"You took the tongue right out of my mouth," Ronnie laughed. "But I got a surprise for you." She glanced at her wrist watch. "Anna Land is gonna be here any minute."
Sally gasped. "You mean that cute wiggly blonde you been bringin around here, hon?"
"Right on," Ronnie said, winking. Anna was eighteen, she worked part-time at the Black Slipper. She had developed quite a crush on Ronnie.
"You been gettin' some pussy on the side, huh?" Sally said, accusingly.
"I haven't been there-yet," Ronnie said. "She wants to kind of join in to see if she likes it."
"Why, you nice thing, you," Sally giggled. "We ain't had a threesome for a long, long time! Remember that young piece where we used to live?"
Ronnie laughed. "Sure. I'm making some good money now, we need a little extra fun."
A car stopped out front, and a moment later they heard the tap-tap of heels on the porch. Ronnie jumped up and opened the door. Anna came in, flushed and excited, smelling faintly of gin and perfume and pussy. Her miniskirt was very mini, her jersey bulged with goodies. Ronnie knew how to pick them. Anna was pissed at her boyfriend and ripe for a girl-fuck.
Ronnie locked the door and patted Anna on the ass. "Get your clothes off, sugar. We're going to have a ball, huh?"
Anna giggled, glancing from Sally to Ronnie. "Two martinis and I'm ready to go-go."
"Good," Ronnie smiled, sliding her hand beneath the miniskirt, finding the soft, pantied cuntmound. "Feels kinda wet. You play with it on the way over here?"
"You rotten thing!" Anna gurgled. She swerved closer and held her dewy lips up. Ronnie shivered, her clit burning with anticipation. She had been working on this dainty number for several days, getting a few feels when no one else was around, and now she was here, ready to swing. Ronnie took the opened, eager lips, her left arm around the tiny waist, her hand pressing into the sweet pussy-mound. Anna took Ronnie's tongue and hunched her ass. De-licious!
A few moments later all three were in Sally's bedroom, all naked. Ronnie sat at the foot of the bed, watching Sally start the play with the cute blonde. Her middle finger was in Anna's cunt, she was sucking Anna's pink, stiff nipples. Ronnie was usually the aggressor when she and Sally screwed, it was interesting to see Sally take over.
"Ohhhhh!" Anna whimpered, her soft thighs shaking, her breasts lifting.
Sally knew what made a pussy tick, all right. With her finger deep in the juicy young cunt, she was rubbing her thumb into the dainty clitzone. Her thick-lipped mouth moved from one nipple to the other; Anna was grabbing at Sally's shoulders, her pretty face starting to twist with her rising passion.
Ronnie was having a delicious fantasy. She imagined that Alvin Nelson was on the bed and Sally was fondling his prick instead of a tender blonde-framed cunt. New pussy was exciting, but Alvin was very special. It was so strange for Ronnie to be thinking of prick!
The last guy she had fucked for money had been better than most, he had asked her to topride, his cock had not been overly-large, it had fit very nicely in her rather small cunt. She had found herself enjoying it, even though she had not broken her goodies. Oh, I want to topfuck Alvin, I really do, she thought.
Still listening to Anna's gurgles and gasps of pleasure, Ronnie went to her mother's vanity where she kept her dildoes. She picked the slender model with the six-inch shaft and the convenient handle, she sank into a chair and spread her long thighs. The two on the bed were too involved to notice what Ronnie did. Sally was between Anna's legs now, their cunts were together and the older woman was hunching slowly. Anna seemed to be having trouble getting her gun off.
Ronnie nudged the head of the dildo between her puffy cuntlips and carefully pushed it in. Ohhhh, good! She had never broken her fun on a plastic cock, even though Sally enjoyed them tremendously. Ronnie's sensations were in her well-developed clitoris and her rather small, perky titties. She had lots of fun with those! Mother and daughter could roll and rub their clits together and have wild orgasms.
I want to be a good piece for Alvin, Ronnie thought, hunching up on the dildo. Plenty of girls like prick and pussy both. Ohhhh, shit! I'm gonna go off with this thing, I really am!
"Come on, baby, you're gonna make it!" came Sally's voice. The bed creaked, the faint squish of cunt on cunt reached Ronnie's senses.
"Ohhhh-OHH!" Anna whimpered.
Ronnie shuddered, watching Sally's ass work up and down, around and around. Her coned-shaped tits jiggled against Anna's pink, swollen breasts. Ronnie lifted her free hand to her puffed, aching tits and fondled them; she stroked the plastic prick slowly. She closed her eyes, imagining Alvin was between her long shanks, his cock pumping sensuously in her eager cunt. Ohhh, bell! It was going to be a real crotch-buster! Now she was on top of him, sliding her titties across his naked chest, her inner coot twitching with voluptuous cadence.
She often tightened her vagina to give her marks more pleasure, and it also made them get off faster; but this time her cunt was doing it without her command. Oh, what a nice ham-bone he had! Not too big, hitting in her just right. This was the best part of a fuck, now. Her thighs trembled, her titties peaked out farther, her nipples hardened. A little faster now.
A sudden plaintive cry from Anna, a faster shake of the bedsprings and Sally's moan of delight, said they were getting their cunt-fun.
"Ughhhh-fuuuuuuuck!" Sally wailed. "Come on, break it!"
"OH, OH, OH!" Anna whimpered.
Ronnie felt the first honeyed pounds of her own goodies. Sweet Jeeeeesus! The dildo flashed swiftly in and out, her clit tensed and began to throb, her cunt clenched just the way Sally's coot tightened when Ronnie was finger-fucking her.
Oh, I'm coming off on a cock for the first time! Ronnie thought wildly. I never felt this way about prick before! It seems to be Alvin's cock! I never liked it when a man squirted his come in my box before, but I'd sure love to feel Alvin's tool shooting me a good, hot load! Ohhh, oh, ohhhhh! It's tearing my ass out!
She held the dildo handle and uphunched through her spasming delight. She simply had to buck her hips when she was busting her fun! The final spasms of her inner cunt shook her legs and arms and titties, the chair springs creaked furiously.
Sally gave Anna a few more hunches and rolled away, looking over at Ronnie. A wide smile touched her thick, protruding lips.
"Jeeesus, hon, I didn't know you liked prick that much."
"It's kinda growin' on me," Ronnie laughed. "I told you, this new guy has really got something special."
"I knew if you kept tryin' around you'd find out that sliding cock ain't so bad, after all."
They both giggled.
Candi Jones hurried back toward her rear studio where Mia was waiting.
There had been an interruption in their pleasure. One of Candi's best customers had shown up in the front office; Laura Wheeler had called on the intercom in spite of Candi's orders for privacy, she had been forced to put on a smock and talk business for a while.
Well, that was taken care of-now back to the sweetest pussy she had ever put her hands on. As she entered the room, she felt a jolt of disappointment. Mia had her clothes back on.
"Hey, what happened, honey?" Candi asked. "I'm sorry as hell I had to leave-" She was not used to having a piece walk out on her.
"Oh, it's getting kind of late," Mia smiled. "And it really was fun! We ought to find a better place ... "
Fuck! Candi thought. I left and her pussy cooled. I didn't even get my gun off! This might be harder to nail down than I figured.
"Hell, yes," Candi said, holding her temper. "We'll get a nice motel and fuck for a whole afternoon."
"Right!" Mia giggled. She moved forward, the sway of her beautiful ass in the miniskirt raising Candi's achy clit. Mia tipped her head and her fresh, still-puffed lips opened. "It might be more fun if we had an experienced man along, though ...
She's thinking about Cleve, the sexy bitch, Candi thought, shivering. She slipped her arms around Mia's yielding waist. She's playing hard to get even after l broke her goodies.
"Oh, a threesome, huh?" Candi giggled.
"I've heard it's really far out," Mia breathed. "What about that sexy husband of yours?"
Candi shivered. She was not really sold on a party with Cleve, they had never teamed up on a cunt, but it had crossed her mind several times. She had to have more of that terrific pussy, she wished to hell she had reached her climax with Mia.
"You kind of like him, I see," Candi said. "Okay, I'll talk to him. You're turning into quite a swinger, honey."
"Oh, being straight isn't much fun," Mia whispered. "And I do love that nice little prick of yours, sweet."
"It's hard right now," Candi breathed, drawing Mia in close and hunching. Their mouths met, their tongues writhed back and forth. As sweet as it was, Candi could feel the withdrawal in Mia's manner. She was not going to be a real pushover. That cocksucker of a Cleve had almost spoiled this piece for an extended Lesbian association.
Well, anything really good was worth working for.
Their lips swerved apart. "I better be home when Alvin gets there, honey," Mia said.
"Think he'll want some of that neat pussy tonight?" Candi giggled. She had to remind herself that part of her image was being two-way, normal enough to like prick, too.
"Oh, maybe," Mia sighed. "But it sure isn't much fun for me. I bet Cleve gets you worked up real good ... "
"Oh, he's fantastic," Candi giggled. You sneaky slut, you know how he fucks, Candi thought. And I'm going to cure you of prick. I'm at first base already. When I get my gun off in her cunt she'll spit on Cleve.
"Should be some party, huh?" Mia smiled.
"A real cunt-breaker, honey," Candi laughed. She patted Mia's curvy ass. "Okay, go home to your hubby. When you come, think about me."
"God, you're filthy," Mia laughed.
"And you love it," Candi said.
When the luscious blonde was finally gone, trailing a whiff of perfume, lilac and pussy, Candi moved to the intercom.
"Yes?" came Laura's voice, expectantly.
"Look, tell the other girls to take off early, lock the front door and get your ass in here. Okay?"
"Oh, yesss!" Laura said, her voice drippy with eager ness.
"We haven't had a good tuck for quite a while, huh?" Candi said teasingly.
"It's been just ages, darling," Laura gurgled. "I didn't think you liked me any more-"
"Shit," Candi laughed. "Forget that drippy stuff." She cut the connection. Laura had 'filled in' several times when Candi developed a hard-on at work. She really had a good one today!
A few moments later Laura came in the rear studio and locked the door. She was a very attractive brunette, too plump to be photogenic-Candi hired no pigs. Good-looking broads were good for business, especially when most of her clients were men.
"Boy, that Mia sure is something!" Laura breathed, her cheeks already flushed with excitement. "Did you-?"
"I just heated it up good for her husband," Candi smiled. "Isn't your boy friend giving you any prick at all?"
"Oh, we had a fight-" Laura said.
"That's the trouble with these fucking men," Candi said dryly. "Come on, get your duds off, honey. I'm gonna bang your pussy good."
"He-thinks you've been playing around with me," Laura said, weakly. She reached for her front-opening blouse. Her plumpness included a bulging pair of tits and a wide full ass, she needed to go on a diet.
"If you don't tell him, how the hell is he going to know?" Candi sighed. Problems, problems. "Lots of very normal girls like a little pussy-rub once in a while. Talk one of your girlfriends into a threesome with him."
"Oh, wow!" Laura giggled.
Candi removed the smock, letting the busty brunette eyeball her figure. Laura stared, her dark eyes greedy. The blouse came open, revealing the big jugs in their pink, lacy cups. The dark nipples were already stiffening.
After her disappointment with Mia, Candi had considered going home early and getting her fun with Nancy, but the dainty young model had developed cramps in the loins from too much of Candi's lusty fucking and lapping. Anyway, Nancy was out on a modeling assignment and would be home late. She needed a pussy-rest. She was not used to so much sex, but she was developing into a much better piece. Candi could pop her pistol three or four times in a row.
"Sure, threesomes are the in thing, honey," Candi said, swaying her ass, arching her cunt forward. "You bring him some new pussy and he'll really appreciate you more."
Laura giggled, lowering her miniskirt. The darkhued pantyhose hugged her cuntmound attractively. Like a lot of broads about her age, she tried to act more naive than she really was; she would not admit that she played with her cunt for relief, when it was very obvious she did.
Candi remembered the first time she had got in Laura's panties, on the edge of her executive desk up front, after hours. Not bad at all, but she was far from being in the class with Nancy or Mia or a few other chic broads Candi had fucked. Laura needed good steady prick, she almost drooled when Cleve came in the studio.
"For Chrissakes, do you wear those damned pantyhose when you date your stud?" Candi asked.
"Well, these skirts are so short, and-"
"Shit, get some thin panties and long sexy nylons. Guys don't like to fight for it when they want a pussyfeel."
"You're so dirty!" Laura giggled. She sat down on a chair and wiggled and writhed out of the pantyhose. She walked toward the couch, her tits jiggling in the thin, ribboned bra. She knew where the action took place ...
CHAPTER 7
Alicia Walker, sitting in a cozy comer of the Daly City Country Club lounge, felt a sweet thrill in the cunt as Cleve Langton sauntered over toward her table. What a handsome, sexy hunk of young man he really was!
"The bartender said you wanted to see me" he smiled, taking a chair across from hers. "I'm flattered."
Alicia shivered as his eyes coursed across her full bodice. She had been a widow for over a year now, her very wealthy husband had been a director of the club and golf course before his fatal heart attack; Cleve knew who she was, all right. But she was forty and he was not yet thirty, and she knew very well if she ever got him in bed she would have to pay for it, one way or another.
And he was already married to that very sexy Candi Jones. Alicia had done her homework on him. Dames couldn't leave him alone, he got all kinds of very high-class pussy. But somehow she had to have him! And the very best part was, she could afford him.
"I won't pretend I want you to give me golf lessons" Alicia smiled, sipping her vodka martini. She did not drink much, she knew what it did for a woman's looks, and she was not really too bad looking. She went regularly to a health parlor, she had a well-rounded figure, the very best plastic surgeon in Frisco had taken the sag out of her tits and snugged up her vagina. Men did like a nice, tight cunt ...
The only trouble was, she had not enjoyed a man between her legs since her husband's death and she was dying to try it. She had not cheated on her late spouse, she had missed lots of fun. Dean had been much older than she, his sex energies had dwindled badly and even before his heart attack she had started using her hands for relief, dreaming about handsome movie stars ...
"I'm flattered anyway," Cleve said, smoothly. "You're a hell of an attractive, mature woman."
Her clit tingled, her hands trembled and she put her glass down. "And you have all the pretty young things hanging around," she laughed. "Plus a very pretty wife ... "
"Oh, you've been asking questions, eh?" he grinned.
"Yes," she smiled. Her cunt was getting wet, she felt a flush crawling up her throat. Her frock was cut low in front to display her cleavage. Considering all the money she had spent to make her breasts more attractive, the least she could do was show them off a little. Some of her women friends were terribly envious of her 'new look.'
"Sounds interesting," Cleve said, caressing her with his eyes.
She shuddered. "I'm going to say it right out, Cleve. I'm lonesome, and I could make things very-interesting for you."
"Great!" he said, giving her a better look at his profile. He was so damned sexy she wanted to leap across the table and open her dress and push a nipple into his mouth.
"I-I'm going home pretty soon. Why don't you drop by and we'll talk some more," she murmured, her heart thudding wildly.
He nodded and winked. She could almost see the money-wheels spinning in his head. He was certainly no dummy, he did very little work, Candi Jones paid most of the bills. She had had him checked out rather thoroughly. It was no novelty for a career girl like Candi to have a different name than her spouse.
"Say in half an hour," Alicia murmured. "I think you know where I live."
"Biggest house in the best section of town, naturally," he chuckled.
Cleve watched Alicia Walker undulate away from the table and out of sight and his cock responded. Sonofabitch! The wealthiest widow in Daly City wanted to get in his pants and obviously she was willing to pay for it. Not a bad ass and legs and very jutty tits for a woman her age, plus a sensual-looking mouth and warm dark eyes. He had noticed her eyeballing him several times at the club.
He had been looking forward to fucking that sensational Mia Nelson again, but she was acting coy, hard to get. He had given Alvin two golfing lessons already, charging very high fees-but he had the money, not Mia. Piss on her. He had much bigger fish to fry today, man.
As he pulled into the wide driveway in front of the Walker mansion his nuts drew up at the base of his half-hard prick. He had gotten a read-out on her from the local credit bureau some time back, she had a fulltime maid and cook. Dunn & Bradstreet rated her at over twenty million ... Fuuuuuuck!
A young niece named Crystal Logan lived here with Alicia, a not bad-looking redhead, going to a nearby college. No other close relatives. The big shiny Lincoln Continental parked ahead of his car drew him out of it, fast. He walked up across the wide pillar-decorated porch and punched the doorbell. The heavy panel swung open immediately. Alicia had 'changed into something more comfortable, a pair of shimmery pink lounging pajamas slashed deeply at the top and shaping her ass alluringly. Her hair and makeup were perfection, she did not overdo it. Some broads her age smeared the goo on too thickly. And she didn't reek with perfume, either. Her tits pushed jauntily at the clinging pajama-top, her nipples cleanly visible. Dressed for fun and games.
"Well, don't just stand there," she said, her voice trembly with excitement. "I promise not to bite."
Carefully, carefully, he told himself, Bermuda and Nice and Tahiti whirling through his head. It's all there and I have to make it come together.
He stepped forward, eased his arms around her waist and homed his mouth in on her waiting lips. They opened eagerly, with a good clinging softness; ;her hands raised to caress the nape of his neck. Her thrusting breasts pushed out at his chest, a fine tremor ran along her lush figure.
Adroitly he wormed his tongue across her teeth, into her mouth, his right hand easing down to her ungirdled ass. He had raked her with his eyes at the country club lounge, he had fucked her with his expression, and now he was tasting her hunger, her deep daring need for cock. Cuddling her butt in both hands, he arched his basket at her crotch. She shuddered, her fingers digging at his neck. "Yeahhhhhh."
Oh, God! Alicia thought, her cunt tingling sweetly. So young and strong and handsome! I can feel his prick swelling, his hands are so good! I knew he'd be smooth and expert. I've been hot for him for months. I don't care what the price is, I have to HAVE him.
But she did not want to fall over backward like a common slut, no matter how badly she needed stiff, pumping cock. Every nerve in her body was responding to his maleness, her clit was stiffening, her nipples swelling, her mouth shivering around his lips. She unfastened her lips and buried her face on his shoulder.
"You devil, you," she breathed. "I-have to sit down, my legs are weak."
He chuckled, patting her ass. "You're the hostess, Alicia."
Shaking with anticipation, she drew away and led him to the nearest sofa. "I-gave the servants an afternoon off, my niece is at school ... "
He moved down at her right, his left arm across her shoulders, his eyes simply eating at her figure. Oh, she felt ten years younger! No man had touched her for over a year, she was starved for attention. She had not done what some of her rich women-friends did, calling an 'escort' bureau in Frisco for a 'pay date.'
The idea of climbing into bed with a complete stranger was repugnant to her. But ever since the operation on her breasts and. vagina her erotic needs had been more compelling; she had played with herself so often she was ashamed of it.
She was ashamed of something else, too. In her earlier years when she had attended an all-girl finishing school at Berkeley she had experimented with her room-mate, a slender athletic girl from Los Angeles. Between dates with guys from a nearby college, she and Teddy had enjoyed some delicious fucks.
After Dean had come along she had learned to like prick, too. Proper debs got married and lived normally; she had not indulged with another dame for many years, but she often found herself eyeing sexy broads and wondering how they would be. One of her closest woman friends was fucking her Chinese maid ...
Lately Alicia had found herself wondering about her attractive young niece; and that was very wrong! Good, steady prick would cure her of that. Crystal, who was known as Chris, had admitted one day she had tried it 'both ways. Girls had so much more freedom nowadays, a lot of 'swinging' went on at the college she attended. Two guys and one girl, or two girls and one guy ...
"Well, since we're all alone, what should we do about it?" Cleve murmured, jerking her back to sweet reality. His right hand was moving toward the V of her pajama-top, and she half-turned, offering her rebuilt charms for his delectation. Oh, how her tits ached for man-touches!
She had planned to make her offer, first. But he wanted her body first!
"Oh, I'm older than you, Cleve, but-"
His fingers entered her pajama bodice, his left arm tightened on her shoulders, his mouth aimed for her lips again, and a rage of awful unrequited longing swept her crotch. He cupped her bare left breast his tongue wiggled into her mouth, and she moaned her delight. Oh, they could talk much later!
His mouth spread her swelling lips, his tongue began to stroke voluptuously in and out, in and out. Her nipple hardened in his palm, her cunt began to ooze juices into her sheer bikini panties. Her thighs spread, she felt her crotch lifting, she moaned once more. Winding her arms around his neck, she pushed her right thigh at his left leg, shaking with lust.
I don't care what he thinks about frustrated widows! she thought dizzily. I want his prick, I'm famished for prick! I haven't even seen one for over a year, let alone touched one or felt one in my cunt! Oh, the way his tongue slides' believe he'd like to EAT me, and I've NEVER had that!
While she shivered and drank in the zesty thrills of her need, he very gently lifted her tit out of the V of her pajamas, and then eased her other breast clear of the covering! God, he was good with a pair of boobies! His fingers roamed underneath, then across her tingling nipples, and down the hot slopes to the vale between them. Dean had not been a 'tit man.' He had not been much of an innovator, either.
He screwed me only one way, she thought. Me on the bottom, him between my legs. I learned to climax real good with him when he went for 'seconds: but as he got older he could only make it once, and lots of times I missed the fun. I had to use my hands again ... I haven't been anywhere, really. Even Teddy always fucked me old-fashioned. I want some new things, new positions!
Finally she unfastened her mouth and whispered into his lips. "Let's go in the bedroom, honey."
"Right," he murmured, teasing a tender, dark nipple. Oh, how her breasts stuck out! Seeing them bare and swollen, riding from the opened top of her pajamas, his fingers stroking and playing, sent waves of achy hunger through her crotch. Not one sign of her operation showed on her prominent mounds. That surgeon really knew his business!
"Beautiful tittles," he murmured. He seemed reluctant to stop playing with them!
"Oh, come on, honey!" she gasped. "Not here-!"
He nodded, released her, and they stood up. Her legs wobbled, she could not remember when she had been so eager for prick. Her cunt was puffing out, her panties were too snug. She seized his hand and led him toward the master bedroom where she had slept alone much too long.
Christ, I'm almost there, Cleve thought, his head spinning. I won't have to work hard to get a good bone-on. Terrific tits for a dame her age, almost like a young girl's. If her cunt is as hot as her mouth I'll enjoy every stroke. She's no Mia Nelson, but she's got millions, man.
He had never seen such an elaborate bedroom. The carpet was resilient enough to fuck on, the king-sized pad, the rich drapes, the convenient adjoining bathroom with the door half-open, said nothing but money. She ran to the bed, drew the covers back to reveal shiny pink satin sheets that had cost a small fortune. The drapes were pulled, but there was enough light.
She stood hesitantly beside the pad, her face flushed, her lips puffy from his recent kissing, her beautiful pointy tits thrusting out of the pink, sexy pajama-top. Her wide aureolas, her hungry dark eyes, brought his cock up hard.
"Terrific!" he grinned, unbuttoning his sport shirt. "Next time wear a dress, huh?"
She laughed, breaking the mounting tension. A little lightness helped, he had learned that years before. Obviously she was not used to this, she was dazed, uncertain. But a thin line of wetness along her tightly-hugged cuntmound told it all; she was dying for cock.
"Want me to undress you, Alicia?" he said, in just the right tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I mean-" She flushed deeply. He had imagined earlier that she might have tried out other prospective bedmates, but he was sure now this was a whole new thing for her. Amazing.
"Hey, don't be uptight, beautiful," he grinned, moving up in front of her. He patted her still-covered ass and winked. "Make it a fun thing."
She giggled nervously, leaning in close. "I haven't ever done anything like this-since Dean, honey ... "
"Hell, I can tell that," he murmured reassuringly. "Want a drink first?"
"Oh, no!" she breathed, snuggling. "You're so considerate. I'm all right, now." She backed away, giggling. "You're so right-make it just fun!"
He stood back a little, took off his shirt and loosened his pants. She unfastened the pajama-top and hiked it over her head. Her eyes took in his loins as his trousers went down; a deeper flush touched her cheeks, she reached for the pajama-bottoms, her hands shaky. She was quick, now. She had purpose, her lust was overcoming her shyness. The way she acted she had never been fucked with so much light entering the bedroom.
He was down to his briefs as the lowering garment revealed her ass and legs and dark-bushed cunt inside the sheer pink bikini panties. Her thighs were smooth, light olive in color, her legs were better than average. The pampered wealthy widow was finally going to have what all her loot had not been able to get her up until now. Hot, sliding cock.
Still wearing her panties, she rushed onto the bed, spreading out, her eyes boring at his crotch where his prick rode up stiffly inside.
My God! Alicia thought, shuddering. His penis is HUGE! I'm sexy enough to get him good and hard! I hope it isn't just my money, I hope he likes to fuck me. Dean's prick was always kind of loose in my cunny, but it should be nice and snug around Cleve's cock. This is so important for men! I spent enough money having it rebuilt and tightened up!
Dean had always wanted sex in the shadows of the bedroom; this exposure was altogether new and horribly exciting for her! Cleve was so right about not getting all knotted up about a screw. Have fun with it! Easier said than done-the first time.
Hands shaking, she reached for her panties and squirmed them from her ass, along her legs, and finally kicked them free. Her short nylons still were on her lower legs. He grinned and brought his briefs down. The sudden view of his naked loins, white where the sun had not touched, his big, thick penis slanting high from a cluster of dark hair, his big nuts dangling down, drew a gasp from her lips.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" She spread her thighs, aware of the very swollen look of her cunt, the wetness between her labia. Nitty-gritty time was almost here!
"Beautiful!" he muttered, crawling on the bed, his knees between her opened legs. The warm man-aroma from his crotch made her faint with need, her clit was an achy burn, her breasts were peaked with her need.
As he crouched forward, staring down at her tits and face, as his big-knobbed prick lowered toward her lifting cunt, as her thighs drew back expectantly, he muttered under his breath and touched his cockhead to her wet, twitching labial
The sweet yield of her cuntflesh around his glans, the sting of manflesh at the door of her vagina, the slow sensuous push of his cock into her prick-starved cunt, sucked a moan from her throat! Her pussy was tight! All her plans and dreams before and after her intimate operation, all the waiting and wishing, had not been in vain. A young, handsome stud wanted her cunt!
"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, feeling that big, wonderful stiffness fill her trembly vagina. "Ohhhh-God! OHHHHH!"
"Yeahhhhhh!" he muttered thickly, shuddering. His cock tensed in her quaking cunt, her nerves began to unwind, the thrills sweetened, her legs jerked, her tits lifted! She was going into her climax-already!
His head lowered to her breasts, he hunched his knob in deep, and it happened! Thrill after honeyed thrill cascaded across her loins, the first nuances of her fun were unbelievably fierce and sweet, her cuntal depths twitched voluptuously with the pound, pound of her erotic fulfillment! She shouted!
Right at the peak of her shivering fun she heard his thickly-muttered, urgent words.
"Come, Alicia! Come hard on my prick!"
She had never, never heard anything like that! She knew that mod sex talk was the new in thing among the younger set; it was dirty and too suggestive, but ohhhh, how exciting! Naturally she knew all the words, she had found them in many of the new erotic novels, but hearing them herself from her young, sexy new bedmate, caused her Clint to spasm even more delectably!
"OH, OH, OHHH!" she cried, her whole pelvis bursting with her lust. A sensuous, slow almost agonizing after-wrench tightened her cunt around his prick! The waves of relief, as her legs shook and her tits heaved, filled her with amazement. One big, sure push into her cunt and she was blowing her mind!
Damn, that's pretty good Gunt, Cleve thought, watching the rapt expression on her face, feeling her thighs quiver, the lively flutters of her vaginal flesh around his meat. Snug as hell for a dame her age. I can train her to be a very good piece of ass-and all that money! I don't believe she's had a fuck since old money-bags died.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" she gasped, hunching involuntarily upward, a slow happy smile transforming her face. "You wonderful big thing, you!"
"Me or my prick, beautiful?" he chuckled, tensing his cock. "Oh, you devil," she breathed, her hands caressing his shoulders, her firm high tits arching higher. "Both! My God-you're so wonderful."
"Nice pussy," he said, grinning.
"Ohhhh, I hope so, honey!" she breathed. "You didn't ... "
"Hell, I haven't even started yet"
The enthralled look on her face said it all, man. He had her right where he wanted her, impaled on his prick. Slowly, carefully he began to fuck. Ten million bucks worth of not-bad pussy. He would ring her gong about four times and then they would have a talk. Yeahhhhhh. The price on his prick was going up ...
Ronnie Lemm breezed leggily into Alvin Nelson's office, receiving a curious interested glance from the attractive girl behind the receptionist's desk. A name plate said she was Joan Meadows, the girl she had seen Alvin ogling when she had called on him as a male detective. Joan certainly did not recognize Ronnie, which was easy to understand.
Ronnie was rigged out in her best and shortest miniskirt, dark nylons and a snug blouse that revealed the perky jut of her tittles; she had spent half an hour on her makeup, her long wavy hair reached her shoulders, loose and sexy.
"May I help you, Miss?" Joan smiled. Good vibes. This chickie had done a bit of pussy-rubbing, she was looking with that hunger in her eyes. Ronnie had that effect on a lot of cunts. But today she had something else in mind.
"Right," Ronnie smiled. "Tell your boss he has a new client, honey."
A moment later Ronnie was entering the office where she had talked to Alvin before. His eyes lighted up, he tried to keep from staring as she twitched near his desk. Like Joan, he didn't recognize her at all. She had given no name to the receptionist.
"Don't you know who I am, big man?" she giggled, posing with her tits pushed out. His eyes raked her long, long legs, her cute ass and the whole package. The sudden eagerness in his expression gave her a thrill.
"Your voice sounds familiar-" he began. Suddenly he was getting it. "Ronnie? Well, I'll be damned! A girl ... "
She had flirted with and teased men in her work at the night club, she knew what they liked to look at and hear; when she tucked a man for money she gave a good performance, but this thing of actually liking a stud was a whole new program. She remembered her fantasy about him and her clit tingled excitingly. She could not pinpoint the reason for his appeal, except that he had good manners; maybe there was a little of the feminine in his makeup that stirred the trace of maleness in her being. But he certainly was no fag, he liked pussy. And that fancy-assed twat he was married to was not giving him half enough cunt.
"Not bad, huh?" she giggled, perching on the edge of his desk so he could see her long, sleek legs and maybe catch a little pussy aroma.
"Terrific!" he exclaimed. "There was something about the way you walked ... you're a very lovely young thing."
Sweet tingles chased along her bod, her nipples in the fancy thin bra began to erect. Turning on for a stud. But a very special one. She wet her pouty thick lips with her tongue and leaned closer.
"Going to do something about it, Alvin?" she giggled.
The hunger in him seemed to reach out and caress her titties and cunt. She shivered, waiting. He tore his eyes from her ass and glanced across the room at the big deep couch, the half -opened bathroom door. His hands trembled.
"Am I hearing you right, Ronnie?" he muttered.
"I could spell it out, but you're getting the message," she smiled. "You know, I've been thinking about this since you hired me."
"Damn!" he muttered thickly. "Look, I have one more important client coming in. If you'd drop by in half an hour I'd have the girls out of here, and-"
"Cool," she smiled, leaving the desk. She wiggled around and leaned down, her right arm sliding across his shoulders, her head lowering toward his. She whispered. "I got a nice hard-on for you, honey."
He shuddered, his eyes flared. He was still stunned by this, a short wait might make things better, anyway. She brushed her lips into his mouth, shooting her tongue in across his teeth. His left arm circled her waist, he did not make a grab at her crotch as so many bastards would in similar circumstances. He squeezed her closer, shivering. He liked her boldness, too. Several of the guys she had tucked for money enjoyed an aggressive girl.
She flicked her tongue in and out, wanting more, and then drew away. "Half an hour, sugar," she giggled. "An' you better be ready. This chick wants to go-go."
"Damn!" he said again. He looked dazed; as he stood up she could see his prick standing out inside his pants. De-licious!
"Oh, I haven't got much to report on your wife, honey. Want me to keep looking around?"
He nodded, a wide, pleased grin on his face. She winked and went out with a backward bend of her ass.
Alvin dropped into his chair, his head buzzing. He was old enough to be her father! But what the hell, he was in the same spot with Mia, and she was very stingy with her cunt, she always acted like she was doing him a big favor to spread out in bed. Since his suspicions about her had firmed, he was more aware of her real nature, her reluctance about sex with him, her put-on.
He was not quite as stupid as she imagined, and the night before had been a real eye-opener for him. She had finally decided she really ought to let him have a little; he had kicked up a protest at some of the bills she had run up for clothes and more clothes, and giving him a tuck was her way of soothing his ruffled temper. He had played with her more than usual before climbing between her legs, and he had realized that the lubricant in her cunt was not her own, but some kind of jelly, and her responses seemed more phony than ever before.
She had seemed in a hurry to have him finish, he had got his gun off too swiftly again, but the real stopper had been when he had slipped out of bed and crept down the hallway to the bathroom, his ear to the door.
He had often wondered why she spent so much time in the can after he shot a load in her cunt, and now he knew. A low, girlish moan of excitement, a swift faint rattle of the toilet-tank lid, an unmistakable thump of bare heels on the floor, told it all.
But she had not finished right away, she had played around with herself a while before getting her jollies. And the crowning insult to his maleness had been her muffled cry, right at the peak of her climax.
" ... ohhhhh, Candi! Ohhhh, honey! ... "
That too-beautiful, slim-assed, Lesbian-looking photographer. Fuck! He was not competing with some stud, although she probably was getting some cock on the side, too-he was bucking another female. Sonorabitch. He had heard a rumor or two about her in Boise, before the marriage; she had lived with some twat named Pam Nugent ...
But he had to get good solid evidence to kick her ass out of his nest. Mia had a good thing going, he made very good money, and she would not give it all up without a fight. California divorce laws had toughened. Fucked if he was going to get married again, there were too many broads looking for a living arrangement. Joan Meadows was aching for a fuck and a setup.
Hell with her, now. Ronnie Lemm did things for his glands no other chick ever had. He had always heard a high yellow girl was good fucking. Man, those long, long legs and pert tits, her thick, sensual mouth, that darting tongue ... a sweet, rich pussy fragrance ... that cute, rounded ass ...
Down, rover, down, he thought, his cock still hard. She'll be back, and she's ready! I like the way she takes over, her bold moves. Sonofabitch! Mia thinks I'm undersexed, but she never cared enough to find out, the clever beautiful cunt. Fuck her! She's hung up on another pussy.
At the same time he realized that one of his favorite fantasies involved two eager girls and himself, watching the dames tuck while he rested his cock. Sure, it was a little kinky, but every man was different. He would probably never realize his secret ambition unless he hired two whores to go through the motions. While on Army duty in Korea he had watched two young girls fuck, a kind of side-show display. It had given him one hell of a bone-on, he had gone out and found himself a piece of ass. Those Oriental babes had good tight cunts; he had spent the night with his pickup date and blasted four long loads in her box ...
With one martini bubbling in her veins, Ronnie entered the outer door of Alvin's office, noticing that he had indeed cleared the room of his other employees. Just as she twitched inside, he came out of the back office, his eyes lighting up, a wide smile on his face. She had freshened her cunt in the cocktail lounge john, she was as ready for cock as she would ever be. To make herself safe for her occasional pay-dates, she had been on the pill for several years.
There was still danger, though. She hoped Alvin had had his wires clipped. Lots of men his age were surgically sterile. Knowing what she did about Mia, it was almost certain that stuck up cunt would not be taking any risks.
"Do I still look sexy, honey?" she giggled, undulating her ass.
"Hell, you've got it, Ronnie," he growled. He swung around her and locked the door; he took her arm and steered her into his rear sanctum, where she was not surprised to see the lights dimmed and a bottle of whiskey and two glasses sitting on his desk.
He halted. "Hell, would you rather get a motel?"
"I'm an economical girl, big man," she smiled. "You got it all right here. This is different. I never had any fun in a back office ... "
He laughed. "You're a terrific young girl. How. The devil can you go for a man my age?"
"I never argue with my glands, honey," she giggled. "My real father was a lazy shitass. Maybe you're taking his place, huh?"
His eyes flamed, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her in snugly. The tremors that ran up her body from her cunt to her titties to her head were unbelievably good. She remembered her dream about him and her delicious cunt quivers around Sally's dildo. There was something very comforting and reassuring about Alvin, his hands were fine on her body, so far.
She raised her mouth for his kiss and glided her arms across his shoulders. IDs jacket was gone, she could feel her tits boring at his shirted chest; she arched her cuntmound inward, pushing it at his basket. She would not have to pretend to like prick today! As much fun as she had had with Anna Land and Sally and the dildo, she was having her very first wild craving for good, hard prick. Her mother enjoyed her sex both ways, she could learn it, too.
Alvin had not felt his cock so big and hard for years. A certain lithe eagerness about this young part-colored girl was revitalizing his nuts! Shit oh dear, his cock was as hard as a fucking rock. His favorite girlie pictures were very leggy slender models with small, hard tits and a sensual mouth. She had those and a lot more; her cute ass was out of sight!
One time in Las Vegas he had fucked a call girl who had looked a little like Ronnie, but it had been a whore piece, paid-for pussy. That took some of the spark out of it. He was not quite as dumb about broads and cunt as Mia and others suspected; he had a suspicion Ronnie might even be setting him up, but it would be highly interesting to find out. They were in his office, there were no hidden microphones, no gimmicks. He had locked all the doors himself. Even if she screamed no one could hear it. They were about as secluded as a couple could be.
Very beautiful sexy girls were tricky. Mia had fooled him for a long time. Her stylized actions and words had seemed real enough.
"Mmmmmm!" Ronnie whispered into his mouth. She snugged her crotch at his cocklump again. "You've got it for me, honey."
He shuddered, taking her uptilted mouth, feeling it shiver and spread the way her long legs were spreading. His hands dropped to her miniskirted ass, he cupped the firm, rounded flesh-mounds, his knob swelled delectably. Her tongue flirted, the way it had earlier, and he stabbed his probe deep in her mouth. Her lips fluttered, and her tremors of excitement, the hot cling of her lips, her whole body aroused his need. No girl could act that goddamned hungry. She really wanted his prick.
He was certainly no male whore that every broad looked at, like that easy-going Cleve Langton, but he was successful in his line of work, he made damned good money-he deserved good hot fucking. One of these days he was going to slide some prick into Joan Meadows, too. She was tossing her ass at him every day, but she didn't have it the way Ronnie had it. Shit, no!
He drank the sweet honey from her sensual mouth a few more seconds, inching his hands beneath her miniskirt, caressing the silky-covered ass that excited him so much. What terrific construction! Her tongue began to writhe boldly, her legs tightened on his legs, her fingers dug at the nape of his neck.
Girlish forwardness had always excited him tremendously, something Mia lacked. When he had been eighteen and still a virgin a distant relative of thirty-five had come to visit his parents, a slender hot-eyed brunette divorcee. She had taken it away from him out on the back lawn, she had straddled him and really fucked him good. Those first hot squirts in her busy cunt still lingered in his memory ...
CHAPTER 8
Ronnie's hungry tongue retreated from Alvin's mouth, she breathed into his lips. "Let's get these clothes off, honey."
"Right," he muttered, hating to release his close hold on her pretty ass. Easy, man. Let her set the pace. I sure don't want to mess this up!
He backed away, his hands shaking, staring at her boyishly slender figure, the hard, pointy breasts in the snug blouse. Sonofabitch! It seemed almost too good to be true. He had taken a couple of belts of whiskey during her absence, he glanced at the bottle again. About three good drinks kept him from going off too swiftly; he was getting what he had hoped for, a fine booze hard-on.
"Want a drink, Ronnie?" he grinned, in control of his passion now.
"I had a martini down the street," she giggled. She reached for the blouse, ran a zipper down in front and slowly opened the halves. The thin black bra was just decorative, her dark nipples looked ready to poke holes in the ribboned nylon cups. She looked down at his cocklumpand curved her titties forward, weaving her beautiful ass.
"Bring it out, honey. Jeeeeesus, that looks nice and stiff!"
He laughed. She was terrific! The right blend of playfulness and boldness. He was not fooling himself, she had been around, she had skinned plenty of pricks. Although he had picked the name at random from the yellow pages, he had done some back-checking on her. She was a cocktail waitress at a supper club. She had doubtless fucked for pay. Investigation was a sideline with her.
No matter what was being said about equality for colored people, they got the shitty end of the economic stick, and she was succeeding in a tough world. He had never looked down on whores, he had often traveled to Nevada for his fucking. It seemed more honest to him than the show Mia put on, trading her cunt and oversized tits for the good things he provided. Then getting her enjoys in the can after a screw ...
She seemed to read his mind. "I'm no choir-loft virgin, big man. But I gotta tell you this, and I mean it. I've hated cock until I saw you-"
His chest swelled, he felt a good glow radiate out from his cock and balls, he was fully aware of what this implied, that she had been getting her goodies with other girls, and he didn't give a shit. Damned if he didn't believe her. Several of the whores he had bounced had admitted they were two-way or Lesbian. That did not bug him, it was the fucking deception that did. Like his wife, moaning another broad's name when she went off ...
"I think we're going to have some good times, Ronnie," he grinned, unbuttoning his shirt. "How the hell do you hide those nice titties when you rig out like a man, anyway?"
"Kind of pad out around 'em," she giggled. "Gives me a bigger chest" She shrugged out of the blouse and reached for her wide-belted miniskirt. "I sure won't show up here for you that way again, though."
He grinned, unfastening his belt. As her minishirt slid down and her bikini-pantied cunt appeared, sweetly hugged and, puffy, like her mouth, his cock tensed again. Wetness showed through the panties, along her cuntlips; he savored again that different, heady pussy aroma, musky and wild. No girl could fake that, man. Real need had juiced her cunny.
As long as they were trying to be honest, he said: "I've been clipped. Does that help?"
"Cool!" she smiled. "I figured you were, but a girl likes to know ... hurry an' get those shorts down!"
He shivered. The view of her in long black nylons, with her heels still on, giving her an ever leggier look, fired his lust. He kicked off his shoes, yanked his trousers free and skinned the briefs to the floor. His cock had never been so fucking big and hard ...
Ohhhhh, fuck! Ronnie thought, staring at his meat. He's still got his foreskin. I've never peeled a prick like his, it's just about the right size! Why these whities think they gotta be circumcised beats the hell outa me. Sally says there's nothing like feeling a man's skin slide back when it goes IN the cunt! She'll go apeshit when she sees this!
She would not bring that up for a while, though. It might turn him off. She was feeling another new impulse, too. She had gone down on quite a few of her marks who apparently never got sucked at home, since all of them had been married bastards. She had become adept at it, but she had not craved it. Now she wanted to get her lips around that luscious prick of Alvin's and show him how good she was. She could put heart into it. Ohhhh, yesss!
"De-licious!" she breathed, wiggling close, arching her pantied cunt at his prick. She formed her thick lips into an 'O' and flicked her tongue out His eyes flamed his cock tensed and clear wetness leaked out on the swollen, pink knob, framed by the taut sexy skin.
"Damn!" he muttered. "You're too much, sexy."
"Oh, I want it in my pussy first, honey!" she exclaimed. "Let me top it, huh?"
He trembled, he caught her around the waist and steered her to the couch. Reaching for her panties, he brought them slowly downward. Staring at her swollen, wet cunt, a moan came up in his throat. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripped her yielding, bare ass, he mashed his lips into her lightly-haired cunny, his tongue stabbing at her stiff, achy clit. No man had ever sucked her! She adored the way Sally pulled the heaven from her cunt with her stroking tongue and searching lips, a finger toying with her anus-but this was a whole new scene! No stud had ever even asked to eat her.
She was sure she would have refused, anyway. Not Alvin! This was the highest honor a man could bestow on a girl, as far as she was concerned. Having him really want her cunt, all the way, sent furious new waves of stinging thrills across her loins. The touch of his tongue on her clit was pure elixir!
"Ohhhhhh, Jeesssuuuus!" she cried, clutching at his neck and shoulders. Her crotch jerked forward, her legs spread, she heard her panties tear apart and she didn't give a damn. Her butt lowered toward the couch his hands helped her downward and then her thighs kinked away back while his hungry mouth fastened more snugly to her twitching cunt. His moan of delight, his tongue slowly entering her cuntmouth, the luscious sucking sensation, started her come joy!
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh-fuuuuuuuck!" she cried, clawing his shoulders, her long thighs jerking as the first hot beat, beat, beat of her need pulsed from her cuntal depths! Her still-covered titties arched high, her nipples felt an inch long and as hard as flint, her clitoris lengthened and shot her girl-joy at his magical, drawing mouth!
God, I never went off so fast and hard in my life! she thought wildly, her inner cunny tightening with luscious quickness. Sweet shiiit! It's comin' clear from my asshole, right out to the point of my girlie cock, like Wham! He's EATING THE JUICE right out of my cunt!
Alvin shuddered, almost startled by her violent shakes and jiggles of delight. Her sweet, swift spasms, the, neat fury of her responses nearly blew his mind. Sonofabitch!
Her cunt tasted different than any he had ever lapped, richer and sweeter. Her vagina was not at all large inside, it would fit snugly around his cock. He sipped the come-flow from her swollen, twitching labia and raised his head. Her smile of pleasure, the after-tremors of her body, told him he had really shot her fun-gun. Her cuntlips were unfolding like a wet, pink flower ...
"Jeeeeesus, that was good, honey!" she breathed. "Get your ass up here. I'm gonna pay you back."
He laughed, squeezing her cute ass. He lifted upward and crawled around her, on his back. She bounced to her feet, slid the ripped panties to the floor. She unfastened her mini-bra and crawled above him, a long olive thigh on each side of his hips.
"I'll get you a new pair of panties," be grinned, flexing his eager cock.
"Oh, don't worry about that, honey," she giggled. She leaned forward, offering him her pretty, hard tits, the black nipples as stiff as finger-ends. She snugged her puffy cuntmouth to the base of his cock and began to slide it along the underswell of his prick. He reached for her need-firmed titties, cupping them, watching the rapt expression of delight on her pixie-like face.
Ronnie could hardly wait to take his prick up in her cunt. It was such a new sensation, craving cock instead of warm, slick pussy! In one way he was getting her cherry; it would be her first orgasm on a real live prick. His mouth had brought a whole flood of honey from her loins, she knew she could shoot her love-gun again, just for him. Maybe even four or five times!
Panting, she inched her swollen cunt toward his glans, rotating her ass and wiggling her titties in his hands. His tremor said he liked her to be active.
"Damn!" he muttered, his hips lifting.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she breathed, her nipples responding to his finger-play. "I'm gonna give you a good tuck, honey!"
Alvin shuddered with delight. He liked screw-words from a girl's lips, another thing Mia denied him. Dames knew them, especially the young ones, but he had not been raised that way, so the effect was more exciting. So many of them tried to be 'nice' in the bedroom.
Having a girl be active touched his need, too. He could see nothing unmasculine in letting his bedmate romp and twist and show her enthusiasm. The idea was giving the girl plenty of fun, lots of orgasms-and she would be back for more. That older woman who had screwed him first had explained it to him. Mia had dazzled him with her beauty, he had put her on a high pillow, and his reward had been a poor piece of ass.
"Great!" he exclaimed, feeling her cuntlips quiver around the underswell of his cock. His groin ached sweetly, his nuts were bunching at the root of his prick, but he knew he could hold his passion a while with Ronnie topriding. "I want you to go off like you did before."
"Oh, that was a real bell-ringer," she giggled. Her cute ass lifted, she squirmed her heated, wet cunt forward, .her pelvis tipped and his knob began to slip upward into her puss. Her long legs opened farther, the bum of her labia on his tensing knob sent fine thrills across his loins, he felt his foreskin slip down as her twitching, snug cunt oozed slowly lower!
"Uhhhhh!" he cried, clutching her titties harder.
"Sweeeeet shiiiiit!" Ronnie breathed, flattening her cuntmonth juicily on his cock-base. "Love that prick honey!"
He nodded, lifting his ass, giving her more prick. Her dark eyes widened, she snuggled her thighs in against his ribs and began to gently rock her butt. His cock was touching the deeps of her cunt, her flesh was gripping his meat. All he had heard about high yellow girls being good fucking had to be true, man. Her figure might be boyish, but she was all girl, lots of hot, eager girl.
"MMMMMM!" she breathed, stroking, then resting, her inner cunt twitching. "Ohhhhh, that's good!"
She seemed so totally pleased with his prick, he could hardly understand it. She had fucked before, her climb above him showed practice, his information about her indicated her cunt had been for sale, and probably still was. A girl so young and leggy and pretty .could get plenty for a fuck-date ...
Maybe she was going to ask for money after the screw, or charge him higher fees for her snooping. It seemed impossible that she could care enough for him to put out for nothing! She was certainly not faking her pleasure.
"It sure as hell is, cutie," he muttered' as she began to stroke again. "Oh, don't shoot for a while, honey!" she breathed. "I love it!"
Even in his excitement, he knew he had to ask an other question. "Aren't you getting much, honey?"
"Nooooo!" she breathed, her face twisting with excitement. "You might as well know it, Alvin ... I never went off on a prick in my life!"
His head whirled. Impossible-and yet, she was showing every sign that her words were true. Maybe he had picked the thing she was used to with a man, eating her pussy. She sure as hell went for that in a big way. Only three other ways were possible; she either, played her hands on her cunt for her enjoys, she used an artificial prick or-she went for other girls ...
"I hope you shoot your fun on my cock, sexy," he grinned.
"Ohhhh-I'm gonna fly to the moon, honey!" she panted, rocking her ass again. "Uhhhh-oh, oh, ohhhh-Jeeeesus!"
Their revealing talk had made him able to hold back, the whiskey was helping, too. Now he had to wait and wait, he had to make her first sliding prick climax a real blaster. Any fool could climb between a girl's legs and pump to a finish in seconds, a real man had to learn control.
Maybe I am special for this beautiful young chick, he thought, holding her titties more firmly. She makes me feel like a real stud, a real cocksman. I don't give a shit how she got her goodies before, this is what matters!
She worked carefully, almost like a man, building her anticipation, her pretty ass rotating, then pausing. Her cunt fluttered delectably every time she waited. He felt her strong, prominent clitoris nudging at 'the base of his cock, her nipples were stiffening even more, the sweet shivers of her whole body telling how much she was enjoying it.
He was almost afraid to talk, now. One little wrong move or word might spoil her big moment! Sure, she knew how to fuck, she had trained herself to please, her marks. A whore who went off with her suckers didn't last long in the business. But she wanted to come for him, that was what made it delightful.
"Ohhhh, shiiit!" she panted, her cute ass working faster. "It's gonna come, honey! Hang on tight, I'm gettin' there! OH, OH, OH-your prick is just right! I just gotta make it!"
She was perched straight upright now, her belly heaving, her long slender shanks quivering as her inner cunt fluttered, her face twisting, her head turning back. She hunched three more times, waited, and suddenly he knew she was ready! Her breath sucked in, her rounded ass caught a swift, coital rhythm that shook the couch. Her cunt began to tighten with voluptuous cadence, a fierce whine of victory broke from her lips, she went into her short strokes!
"OWWWW-OH, OH, OHHH-JEEEESUS!" she cried feverishly. Her cunt twitches turned into sweet, quick contractions! The beat, beat, beat or her coming fun jerked her entire body, she was making the scene, she was going OFF on his cock!
Ohhhhhh-fuuuuuck! Ronnie thought wildly, feeling the heavenly pounds of her need rack her loins. I did it! I went boom-boom on his prick! I knew it minute I got it up IN there, but I had to PROVE I can love sliding cock, too! His tongue brought me good, but this is better! My cunt's just goin' crazy around his ham-bone. I never had one LAST so long! Ifs almost like going off twice. Oh, whatever he's got for me is working overtime.
Panting heavily, feeling the delicious after-waves bathe her crotch and titties, she softened and dropped her torso forward, bedding her breasts into his chest. His hands stroked across her shivering ass, sweetening their closeness. They could say all they wanted to about a come being a come, but blowing with a special partner made it ten times better.
"Damn, I really did make the scene, honey!" she breathed, kissing his neck while her cunt fluttered juicily. "You're gonna get lots of hot pussy from now on-that is, if you really like me ... "
"Hell, yes," he chuckled, squeezing her ass.
She hunched playfully, feeling her cunt wetness leaking down around his balls, the luscious press of her labia on his cockroot.
"You didn't cum, honey," she breathed. "You're just too much!"
"Next time," he laughed softly.
"I might have a nice surprise for you one of these days, too," she gurgled. She knew Sally would go for him, he deserved some extra cunt for being such a cooperative stud ...
"Boy, this is a nice apartment," Laura Wheeler exclaimed, gazing around the interior of Candi Jones' living room.
Candi smiled and patted Laura's ass in the snug mini-skirt. It was Friday evening, and Candi had invited the lush, plump brunette to drop around for a little party, which would include Nancy Wells, of course. Nancy was in her bedroom, fixing up. The two girls had met at Candi's studio, they seemed to like each other, and this had given Candi her idea for an evening's entertainment.
Candi wished to hell her visitor was Mia Nelson, but that beautiful honey-blonde was acting coy, hard to get. They had talked on the phone several times, and it was becoming very clear that if Mia was going to put out any more of that fancy pussy she wanted Cleve in on it.
I was sure I had her pussy on a platter and she slipped right through my fingers, Candi thought, steering Laura to the refreshment center. I fucked her but I didn't get my job done, I didn't go off in her cunt. Shit!
"Fix yourself a drink, honey," Candi said to Laura. "Nancy'll be out in a see and you two can get acquainted. I have to go over and see that husband of mine."
"Oh, is he going to be here, too?" Laura breathed, her eyes widening.
"Maybe, if I make him the right pussy-offer," Candi smiled. She had seen Laura stare at Cleve with fuck in her eyes every time he dropped by the studio. She had no intention of bringing Cleve into a foursome with Laura, Nancy and herself, however. She had much bigger plans. Laura had leaped at the chance to visit Candi's apartment, thinking she would get a chance at his prick.
"Boy, that would be something!" Laura gushed.
Candi winked and wiggled over to the door that connected with Cleve's side of the duplex. She had seen him drive up a while earlier, alone. She wore snug black lounging pajamas, high-heeled silvery sandals, she knew she looked her sexy best.
She unlocked the door and went in, closing the panel behind her. Cleve, who was having a highball at his own living room bar, looked surprised.
"Well, don't tell me you want a fuck," he said dryly.
"No chance, stud," she cooed, undulating up in front of him. "But I might have a proposition. I understand from Mia that you'd like to fuck her again."
He flushed. He couldn't know, of course, that she had watched him bang the sensational blonde.
"Oh, you and Mia are pretty cozy, huh?" he sneered. "It figures. You got in her panties, too."
Candi laughed. "Sure, but she's holding out for a deal-you and me and her. Would that bring your prick up hard, honey?"
His eyes showed his interest. Candi was sure he had fucked Mia only that once; he wanted more of it.
"I sure never figured you'd get that interested in cock," he said, warming to the plan. "You ought to try it, you might like it."
"Oh, you probably wouldn't get that thing in me, we could have a ball with Mia, anyway."
"Yeah," he said, taking a gulp of his drink. "Set it up."
Candi felt a flush of victory. Men were so easily managed. But there was something new in his manner, more confidence. He had not been fucking in his side of the duplex, at least not at night. Candi had checked her peep holes to make sure. He was banging some cunt at her house, probably. He usually had several deals going at once; broads fell all over him.
"Okay," she smiled. "The next time her hubby goes out of town on business we'll give her what she needs." She turned to leave. "You must have some new pussy lined up, you haven't been around much."
"Yeah, and it's very choice," he chuckled. "She's got money, too ... "
"That's different," Candi said, dryly. "You could use some of it to pay a few bills around here."
"Ah, baby, we got a good setup," he chuckled. "Why spoil it?"
She decided not to push him too hard. She needed him, at least until she could get her hands on Mia again. Her clit itched with sweet anticipation.
"You're right, stud," she laughed. "Happy fucking."
She turned and went to the connecting door. Giving him a parting ass-wiggle, she went through and locked the panel behind her. Sure, he wanted to screw her. She was a very sexy piece.
Nancy and Laura were perched on bar stools at the refreshment center. Nancy wore long shimmery pantaloons and a matching sheer bra, gold sandals. Candi had given Nancy instructions on how to dress when they started their sex play. The young virgin was learning, she was developing into a very good fuck. Somehow the idea that she had never taken a prick still excited Candi's glands. Seeing her now with Laura started Candi's pussy-flow. She liked to bring different girls together, ones who had not fucked each other before. Interesting.
These two were both easily manipulated, they knew who the boss girl was.
Candi moved up behind the brunettes, her left arm around Laura's waist, her right hand finding the cushiony fullness of Nancy's right tittie, silkily cradled in the sheer pink nylon.
"No prick tonight, girls," Candi giggled. "Cleve is all fucked out. We can have fun, anyway, huh?"
"Oh, you!" Nancy lisped, her cute nipple stiffening in the hold of Candi's palm.
"Right," Laura chimed in, cuddling closer to Candi. She really had expected to get some of Cleve's cock, but she still liked the way Candi fucked and played. She and Nancy were grooving, it took one to know one.
"Okay, Laura, get out of those clothes," Candi said, looking over the plump girl's shoulder at the big, sloping breasts inside the snug blouse. "There's an outfit in my bedroom that should fit you. Get your ass in gear, we're going to swing."
Nancy and Laura looked at each other and giggled. It occurred to Candi that they might have enjoyed a few feels while she had been talking to Cleve. Well, that's what a pussy party was all about.
As soon as Laura had been steered in the right direction, Candi returned to Nancy and took the stool at the cute model's right, sliding her hand down between Nancy's pantalooned thighs, caressing the soft, warm flesh.
"Been saving your goodies for me, honey?" Candi murmured. She had been letting Nancy rest up, and letting her own anticipation build. Nancy had known all day that tonight was screw time, she was looking forward to it. Adding Laura to the fun scene pleased the pretty brunette. And excited her, too.
"Gosh, yes," Nancy giggled. "I wouldn't cheat on you, Candi!"
"Some of those Lesbians around model agencies sure like new pussy," Candi smiled, watching Nancy's nipples inside the sheer, pink mini-bra. They were erecting. "Seen any guy you'd like to fuck?"
Nancy flushed becomingly. "Noooo ... "
"Well, you save that cherry till you meet some rich guy," Candi said, pressing her hand on the dainty, cuntmound. "Till then this sweet thing belongs to me, huh?"
"Oh, right!" Nancy breathed.
She had met Cleve, of course, and was interested, like most young twats. Cleve had asked about Nancy. Candi still kept her 'normal' image, pretending she had fun with her 'husband' once in a while.
But this is one pussy he isn't going to get his prick into, Candi thought. The sonofabitch gets too many of them as it is. He hasn't been fucking Mia, either. She's afraid to step out with her sugar-daddy in town.
At that moment Laura stepped out of Candi's bedroom, wearing the outfit Candi had laid out for her. It consisted of lavender crotchless panties and a matching thin wrapper that did not quite reach her crotch. The bra was whisper-sheer. It barely contained her large, full tits.
"Oh, that's pretty!" Nancy giggled, gazing at Laura.
"You fill it out pretty good, honey," Candi said. She wished to hell this was Mia, but they could still have fun. Laura had never been in on a girlish threesome, she was turned on, her cheeks flushed, her brown eyes wide. Getting two rather naive gals together for the first time always gave Candi a few extra thrills. She was getting a neat itchy hard-on ...
Laura shivered with dirty excitement. This girl-girl stuff was all wrong, she had carried the faint hope in the back of her mind that Candi would bring Cleve into the action, but not this time. Laura and her boyfriend Ted had had another argument about Candi; he was so damned straight it was almost pitiful.
He was not very good in bed, either. The last time Ted had come to her apartment after a date he had hurried her out of her clothes and in on her pad. He had squeezed his rather small prick into her pussy before she was half ready, and in six or seven humps he had gone off. Later, when he had tried her again she had finally made the scene, but he was so quiet and intense about the whole thing it had not been much fun. All he could think about was his pleasure.
Well, screw him! She was going to find a new steady, she had plenty of sexy equipment, and in the meantime she could enjoy some pussy-rubbing. Candi was just fabulous, she could make a girl really come hard.
Oh, I'd sure let that Cleve fuck me, she thought. When he comes in the studio I get all shivery. The last time he flirted with me I had to go in the can later on and play with my cunt. Candi knew it, too, and she took me in the back studio and banged me good!
Now she was going to get in on a girlish threesome ... It was nice and safe, no squirts of jism to worry about, even though she was on the pill. Sometimes the damned drug didn't work, though. She knew a couple of gals who had got knocked up in spite of the pill. An abortion was expensive and risky ...
"Well, bring it over here so I can tease it, honey," Candi laughed, taking her hand from between Nancy's thighs. Nancy was such a cute young thing, it was no wonder Candi had moved her in as her steady piece. Laura had hoped for such a setup herself-until she found a really sexy guy with some money.
Laura wiggled up to the two girls, her tits swaying in the almost-nothing lavender bra. This kind of boudoir outfit helped excite her, and Candi knew it. So did the soft; beaty music that drifted around the room from the expensive tape deck. And a few drinks, too.
"You gals get the action started while I mix some drinks, huh?" Candi smiled, rising and swaying behind the bar.
"Goody," Laura said, taking the stool that Candi's pretty ass had warmed. She was older than Nancy, she would be expected to take the lead, although she never had. She slipped her left arm around Nancy's bare, silky waist and felt the younger girl tremble.
Candi probably heated her pussy while I was in the bedroom, Laura thought, shivering. Oh, I like this! The first time I saw her I got a tingle; she acts so damned innocent, and I know damned well she isn't-not living with Candi. But it's new pussy for me! I'm surprised Candi would share it out.
Nancy giggled and turned her head for a kiss. The dewy red lips opened invitingly, her pink tongue-tip showing between them. How soft and cuddly, like a sexy teddy-bear. Laura quaked, homing her mouth against Nancy's lips, pushing her tongue inward. She slipped her right hand up to the alluring tittie-mounds in the sheer pink bra. Nancy trembled, her lips spreading, her tongue flirting a hot answer against Laura's tongue. Sweet as candy! The dainty nipple so thinly sheathed began to stiffen in Laura's cupping palm, Nancy's arms trailed slowly around Laura's neck. Oh, this young chickie was really eating it up.
One thing girls understood instinctively-a nice slow buildup made a piece of ass so much more thrilling. Very few men took the time to work a girl into a fever of anticipation. In fact, Laura had never found one yet, she just read about it. She was quite a bookworm, she read a lot of romantic and sexy novels. And then played with her pussy for relief ...
Nancy felt juice leaking from her itchy puss. A new, sexy girl was after her goodies! The whole plan had seemed very filthy, at first. Candi had not fucked her for two whole days, claiming the rest would do Nancy good, and she was ready. The 'surprise' Candi had promised for that evening really was a surprise.
She had liked Laura right away, but of course Candi had dominated the fun scene, and Nancy had naturally promised not to cheat as long as she was living with Candi. And if Candi said she could enjoy a new thrilling experience, it had to be right, filthy or not.
She trembled as Laura's tongue stroked slowly and voluptuously in her eager mouth. The hand on her tittie was drawing thrills to her nipple, almost as sweet as Candi could bring them. An assignment that afternoon, posing and posturing in a mini-bikini on a sandy beach near the ocean, had excited her, too. The middle-aged photographer had given her oodles of nice compliments, he had tried to date her.
Candi was so right about the number of Lesbians in the modeling business. Nancy had been propositioned half a dozen times by older girls, plus several studs. It was totally delicious to be wanted by so many different people! But she had saved her pussy for Candi. Only one girl outside of Laura had really tempted her, though-and that was Mia Nelson. She was just too much!
They had met one afternoon recently when she and Candi had been having lunch. Mia had drifted in and visited a while, "and it was obvious that Candi was wild about Mia, too. But the sensational honey-blonde was married and evidently taking it seriously, or was afraid to cause talk ...
Almost everybody in the different modeling agencies knew about Candi. Her arrangement with Cleve was very strange, too. Candi claimed that when she wanted some of Cleve's cock they fucked in the afternoon, when Nancy Was out on assignments. They went by their own names, they sure didn't act married.
Laura finally broke the dreamy kiss and kept her hand on Nancy's tittie.
"Nice pair you've got, honey," Laura smiled, her eyes shiny with lust.
"Tits that pretty are worth a fortune in my business," Candi laughed. "Take a breather, you two, and have a highball: We don't want to rush this." Nancy shivered again, her body aching for more touches, her mouth hungry for more tongue-slides. She had been tempted to play with her cunt before Candi came home, but Candi had a sixth sense about girls and pussy; she would know it immediately.
She remembered something Candi had told her right off the bat. "Honey, if you have to play with that cute thing, let me watch. That would give me a real hard-on."
Well, Nancy hadn't got around to that, yet. It was utterly dirty, but it might be fun, for a change.
Laura gave Nancy's tittie a parting squeeze and reached for her drink. Their thighs pressed warmly together under the lip of the bar. Laura's plumpness, her oversized tits, were a big change from Candi's slenderness. She wondered who would fuck who, first. Her fingers shook as she took her drink in her hand.
"Now I'll show you gals how my outfit works," Candi laughed. She wiggled out from behind the bar, and Nancy and Laura turned to watch. Candi posed with her long legs apart; she looked terribly sexy in that black, snug pants ensemble. Her hands lifted to her pointy breasts, she undulated her beautiful ass and deftly removed two patches from her tit-mounds, leaving the peaks bare!
"Sexy!" Laura giggled.
Nancy stared at Candi's tits, the sweet stiff pink nipples, and felt another twinge of need in her crotch. What a clever top. With her butt still weaving in time to the music, Candi reached, to her loins and moved her hands again. Another patch came away, exposing the blonde-bushed cunt ...
"I like it!" Laura gurgled. She spread her heavy thighs and tipped her crotch forward. "Want my panties off now?"
Nancy had to admit that the contrast of the black suit with just three apertures framing Candi's basic charms, white and alluring, was utterly compelling. Candi was always dreaming up some new bedroom wear to enliven the pussy scene.
"Hell, your panties are crotchless, honey," Candi laughed at Laura. "Spread out and show me your cunt."
"Oh, right," Laura giggled, a quick squirm other ass and thighs drawing the lacy halves of her panties apart. Her dark thatch, parted down the middle to show her puffy cuntlips, surged Nancy's interest. She reached for the band of her pantaloons and Candi nodded. In seconds Nancy was bare to the bra. She returned to the bar stool and kicked her legs open, showing off her own cunt. She could feel more wetness oozing out her clit ached.
"Now I'm gonna have some pussy-play," Candi smiled, moving nearer. "One for each hand."
"Sounds like fun!" Laura exclaimed, winking at Nancy. Their bare thighs touched, a warm pussy aroma drifted up to Nancy's nostrils. The plump brunette was turning on fast, her cunt was very swollen, leaking slick, eager juice. Candi did not get excited very swiftly, but she was hell on wheels once she got that long clit buried in a hot pussy. Ohhhh, she could really fuck good! She turned a girlish piece of ass into a production ...
Candi stepped in close, her left hand reaching for Nancy's cunt, her right hand settling between Laura's thighs. The soft touch of knowing fingers on Nancy's pussy felt groovy. She was going to have some new things happen to her! She would get to watch a girl get fucked, she could do some making out herself. She had never taken the lead, she thought it might be fun for a change, even though every dame who looked at her with that old pussy-flame in the eyes figured she was the weak one, the fem.
It was time she got herself a boyfriend and tried some prick, too. She was becoming very practical about her needs, even though Candi had been monopolizing her cunt. She would fall over for Cleve, she knew something about contraceptives now. She had a kit in her purse for just such an experiment.
But Cleve got all kinds of pussy, Candi even admitted that. He was too handsome, though, too slick. Plenty of guys stared at her!
Candi's play finger located Nancy's tender clitoris and teased the little tip of her pleasure. Zingy darts of excitement ran up her legs, more wetness oozed from her turning-on cunny. She reached for the decorative bra and unfastened it, watching Laura do the same. Nancy's titties were becoming much more sensitive; Candi really knew how to make them puff out and tingle.
"Ohhhhhh!" Laura giggled, watching Candi's finger slip into her upcurved aunt. Nancy watched, too. The plump girl's tits were firming out, her nipples were dark and long, with wide bands around them. The view of Laura's cuntlips pushing through the slit in the crotchless panties somehow made her pussy more fascinating.
"Tighten your cunt, honey," Candi laughed, pushing her right middle finger deep into Laura's puss. "Your boyfriend will love that action."
"Why don't you get me a hot date with Cleve?" Laura breathed, hunching up, her eyes fastened on Candi's cunt.
"Ah, shit, I can bang you better," Candi laughed cozily. Her thumb pressed into Laura's clitzone. Nancy had felt that, the slide of Candi's slender finger inside her own aunt when it went past the hymen into the un-pricked depths. Delicious! But obviously Laura was no virgin.
"Nancy, reach over and play with Laura's tits, huh?" Candi giggled. "She's gonna get her gun off soon."
Nancy shivered, realizing she had been wanting to touch and fondle Laura. The plump girl's face was very flushed, her thighs were quivering; she hunched up on Candi's finger. Her right leg trembled against Nancy's extended left leg.
"Oh, let me lie down, honey!" Laura breathed, arching her bare tits out, giving Nancy a warm glance of invitation.
"You can have a warm-up climax on the bar stool, sweet," Candi said, rolling her thumb on Laura's clit. "Come on, you're getting there!"
Nancy shot her right hand out to the sweet, full roundness of Laura's breasts, thrilling to the warm, silky texture of her mounds, tickling a tumid dark nipple. For some reason Nancy thought of Mia Nelson and her big, thrusting pair, very prominent even inside a blouse, and she knew she would love to play with those. What a body that honey-blonde had!
Nancy had also been considering another way or two to have fun when Candi wasn't around. Recently she and another pretty model had gone down into Chinatown and visited a 'rubber goods' store, where all kinds of artificial sex objects were on display, especially the pricks, of every size and length and description. The young attractive Chinese clerk had been very graphic in her sales pitch. Some scene!
Neither girl had made a purchase, they had left giggling. Hell, if a girl wanted the feel of sliding cock, she didn't have to go for some guy ...
CHAPTER 9
"OHH, OHH!" Laura panted, clutching at Candi's extended right arm. "Ohhh, Candi-come on!"
"Don't rush it, honey," Candi giggled. "Just let it come real slow."
Laura was in a frenzy. She was right on the edge of getting her goodies, she loved the feel of Nancy's hand roaming over her swollen, achy tits. Being in on a threesome was just wild! She could see the pink tip of Candi's long clitoris peeking from between her juiced cuntlips, she wanted it against her cunny in the worst way, even though she was fully enjoying the wiggling finger inside her vagina.
I want to fuck Nancy after a while, too! Laura thought. She's so cute and pretty and young! She knows how to fondle a pair of tits. I wish mine were shaped like hers! Ohhhhh, hell! Ohhhhh, here comes my fun! OHH!
She hunched furiously, she nearly slipped from the stool, she gripped the edge of her bar to keep from falling! The achy pangs of her need rippled through her loins and out to the tensing nub of her clit!
"Come, baby, come!" Candi urged. "Break a big one, just for me!"
The room whirled a little as Laura reached her throbby crest of delight! She wanted to show Nancy how hard she could go off, and she was having a dandy! The quick, voluptuous beats of her fun shook her tits and her opened thighs, her inner cunt twitched very lightly around the sliding finger, the rich glide-down shivers were some of the best she had ever known! Goody, goody gum drops.
"That's the way to fuck my finger, honey," Candi giggled, feeling her clit stiffen to its full, tingling length. Nancy was turning on faster than usual. She was watching Laura with rapt fascination, she liked the threesome scene.
"Wow, you sure hit it, Laura!" Nancy breathed. She was still fondling Laura's big, smooth tits.
"Ohhhh-fun!" Laura gasped, gazing fondly at Candi, then at Nancy. "Your turn now."
"Well, let's go in the bedroom where we can fuck better," Candi smiled, drawing her fingers from Nancy's sweet, puffing cunt.
"Oh, not yet, Candi!" Nancy breathed, her face pinked with excitement. "Give it to me right here-I'm ready!"
"I've never humped you on a bar stool, have I?" Candi giggled. "Okay, push it up." She moved over in front of the cute young model, staring at all the curvy charms. She was becoming bolder; in a few months she would be a terrific fuck. 'Helping' Laura get her gun off had really quickened Nancy's responses, but of course Candi was expert with her fingers.
She leaned forward, a hand on each side of Nancy, gripping the lip of the bar. She fit her exposed cunt to Nancy's dewy pussy, her own need rising faster than it generally did. As her tumid clit oozed between Nancy's soft, hot labia, the younger girl shuddered, her heels rising from the floor, her velvety thighs sliding high on Candi's legs.
"Ohhhhh!" Nancy breathed, reaching for Candi's sharply-coned tits jutting from the black pants-top. "Ohhhhh-wow!"
"Seeing Laura come off heated your cunt, huh?" Candi teased, hunching.
"Ohhhh, yessss!" Nancy exclaimed, squirming her juicy cunt out and upward.
"That helps give a girl a good neat hard-on," Candi said, tensing her clit. She drove her little pecker in, grazing the delicate cherry membrane. Nancy whimpered, gripping Candi's tits firmly, her pretty face starting to twist with her craving. Ohhh, shit! There was just nothing like young, tender, eager pussy.
I'm going to make her wait a while for her come-shot, though, Candi thought. She's only good for about five or six. This is going to be a long, sexy evening. I'll imagine I'm fucking that beautiful Mia. I just have to get more of that! I didn't get my pecker off in her cunt. Damn her, she got her fun and picked up her panties and split.
"Well, don't just sit there, Laura," Candi laughed. "Work on Nancy a little. Tit for tit."
Laura nodded eagerly, left her stool and moved around on Nancy's right, extending her hand to cup one of the young model's breasts. This was all new for the lush brunette, too; she was going for the threesome in a big way.
Slowly, Candi began to fuck ...
Nancy quaked as the cloying head of Candi's pussy rubbed sensuously on her own achy cunt. Candi's girlie pecker seemed extra long and stiff, it was reaching in a little farther. The position of Nancy's ass on such a firm surface brought her vulva out more than usual, and with her legs gripping Candi's hips and waist, the coital thrusts were really doing it for her Nancy's cunt.
The feel of Laura's playful hands on her titties added to the close excitement; her nipples hardened and tingled, her clit was ready to shoot! But Candi was up to her old tricks, dragging out the pleasure, driving Nancy frantic with anticipation.
"Ohhhh-please!" Nancy gasped, trying to uphunch. Her ass nearly slid from the slick stool-top! This was too good to miss, she just had to finish!
"Oh, make her come, Candi!" Laura breathed. The scene was stirring the plump brunette, her ass was wiggling, her left hand sliding down to her cunt.
"The hotter the cunt the better the come, honey," Candi giggled. "Go ahead, Laura. Bang yourself if you want to."
Laura gasped, she jerked her hand from Nancy's swollen titties and staggered into a nearby deep chair. Her right hand shot to her opened thighs, her blackframed cunt arched upward, her middle finger dived into her drippy, swollen cunny! Her left hand reached for her big tits, she cupped the left one and began to hump on her invading finger, her face writhing with lust, watching avidly as Candi lucked.
Oh, it was too bad that Laura couldn't wait for her turn! But the view of the lush receptionist playing with her box and breasts was just horribly stimulating for Nancy. She had never seen anything like that. Girls were very secretive about masturbating, although everybody knew that sensual dames did it when no pussy or prick was handy.
"Ah, you like that, don't you, sweetie," Candi murmured, her narrow ass moving with more purpose, her clit-dagger drawing more thrills from Nancy's slickened, quivering cunt.
"Yesssss!" Nancy panted. She gripped Candi's pointy tits harder, she managed to push her crotch out a little farther, and suddenly Candi's expression changed. That familiar lust-gleam came into her eyes, her nipples peaked out. Ohhhh, Candi was going to pop her pistol, too!
"Ohhhh-shiiiit!" Candi gasped, looking over at Laura. "Let's all go off together!"
"OHH, you better hurry!" Laura cried, her fingers now fastened to her clitzone, her heavy ass working up and down in the chair. "I just gotta come-now!"
The words, the new sensations, the busy thrust of Candi's cunt, beamed Nancy's need into sharp focus. The honey began to steal along her thighs, her clitnub began to pulse! Her cunt lurched upward, Candi went into her quick, short hunches, their drippy twats squished hotly together, and the luscious throb, throb, throb of her girlie cock in Nancy's shivery cunt pulled the stinging thrills from her crotch!
"UGHHHHH-Jeeeeeesus!" Candi whimpered, her ass flying.
Oh, shit! Candi thought wildly. I didn't figure on coming off so fast! I started dreaming about Mia, I got a hell of a hard-on and I just couldn't wait! Nancy turns on lots better with another girl here, she's getting a big one! Ohhhh, fuuuuck! It hurts me when I get my gun standing up, but it LASTS longer. This is the best part now! Sweet fucking shit! It's coming clear from my asshole! UGHHHH!
The sweet, swift jerking of Nancy's thighs, the heave of her pretty titties, her cute face twisted with passion, her cunt actually quivering with the pounds of her girlish delight fed Candi's need. She bucked through her finish and felt the delectable, almost painful, after waves of her relief. Her knees weakened, she nearly lost her balance! Right at the crest of her fun she had imagined she was finally shooting her goodies into Mia's pussy ...
"Oh, I sure love to watch you fuck, Candi!" Laura giggled, slumped in the chair, her hand cupping her twat. A flood of girl-juice oozed through her fingers, leaking down to her anus. The twinges of her aftermath were extra good! After all, she knew just how to draw the fun from her cunt-she had done it often enough. But doing it with Candi and Nancy in the same room made it utterly far and away better.
"I love the way she fucks," Nancy giggled, her feet now back on the floor.
Candi smiled and drew her pussy from Nancy's crotch, looking down at the dainty, wet flower of Nancy's sex.
"My tongue's gettin' hard now, sweetie," Candi said.
"Ohhh, let me rest a minute!" Nancy breathed, struggling upright. She staggered and nearly fell. She ran to the big sofa and plopped her ass down. She slumped back, still breathing unevenly.
"One good pop and she's pooped for a while," Candi laughed, turning to Laura. Her pink tongue shot out, she wiggled the tip of it, gazing down at Laura's moistened, flushed cunt.
"Oh, you can sure eat me if you want to, honey!" Laura exclaimed, arching her crotch upward.
Nancy trembled, watching Candi drop to her knees between Laura's plump, spreading thighs. After-tingles still radiated out from Nancy's puffy cunt, her legs twitched, almost in a cramp. The position on the bar stool had not been really comfortable, but she had made the scene and that was what a girl-screw was all about.
Oh, we're rotten bitches! Nancy thought. I'd almost swear Candi was thinking about some other girl when she got her goodies! Ohhhh, she really fucked me good! I never saw her quite so turned-on. I never expected her to come nearly that fast. I hope she isn't tired of me already, she says I'm doing better. I want her to dream about ME when she gets her gun ...
Mia Nelson relaxed in the padded deck chair at the rim of the big pool and let her eyes linger on the sweet, rounded contours of her new acquaintance, a young married girl who lived next door. Her name was Tammy Clinger, her husband was a big shot in the Navy and gone most of the time, and the past several days the two girls had become quite good friends.
They both wore bikinis. Mia had invited Tammy over for an afternoon swim, but neither one had gone in the water. Tammy was a slender, very pretty brunette who simply reeked of sex, and it was very obvious that she needed a fuck. Her hubby had been away this time for over two months.
Mia was horny, there was no other word for it. She wanted another date with Cleve, a good lusty normal piece of ass, but there was something very special about Candi. She had awakened strange new lusts in Mia's being.
She had turned them both down recently because she, had an idea she was being watched. Alvin's too-casual questions about where she had been and what she was doing during the day had tipped her off, too. The bastard. Just to get 'even,' she had not let him stick his cock in her cunt for over a week.
Well, he had to go to Boise again and would be gone over the weekend. He had suggested she spend some time with Tammy, whom be approved of.
"I can't get over how sexy you look in that bikini, honey," Tammy smiled, glancing at Mia's thrusting tits in the very tight red mini-halter. "I wish I had a build like you."
"Hell, you've got plenty, sweet," Mia laughed. "Too bad we haven't got a couple of handsome studs to appreciate us."
"Shame on you!" Tammy giggled, letting her long slender thighs drift open. She stretched, the movement accenting the sweet, hard cones of her rather small but shapely tittles. The triangular patch on her cunt, as on her breasts, barely covered the merchandise. She was Italian, she looked very sensual, her dark eyes had a caressing quality.
She's about like me, Mia thought. Her husband is twice as old as she is. No kids. She's an opportunist, living very good because she's pretty. Her husband probably pours a lot of cock to her when he is home; I'll bet she's a very hot fuck. She reminds me a little of Candi, except she's dark.
"Isn't Alvin getting the job done for you?" Tammy said, winking.
Mia trembled. Dames really talked frankly about sex here in California. There were a lot more girls interested in pussy, too. The last time she had visited the Daly City country-club lounge a seductive cocktail waitress had put it to her very bluntly.
"I get off at three, baby. Lets go to my pad and fuck, huh?"
Mia had felt a tingle, but she had refused. She had gone to the lounge in the hope of seeing Cleve again. She had seen him, all right-with a dark attractive broad who was at least forty. He had pretended he had never known Mia. Later, Mia had learned that the broad was the very wealthy widow Alicia Walker. She had millions. And the way she had looked at him told the story-he was fucking her. Alvin had called off the golf lessons ... More probably, Cleve had canceled out; he had something going. That big, clever prick of his might lift him into the yacht-and-Bermuda level. Ohhh, how he could fuck!
"I'll have to tell you a little secret, honey," Mia said to Tammy. "He really never gets the job done, if you know what I mean ... "
"I dig it," Tammy laughed. "I had that trouble when I was younger, the young guys I dated didn't know shit. A lot of them creamed in their jeans before I ever got my panties off!"
Both girls giggled. The intimacy between them was growing ...
"What're you doing, getting it on the side?" Tammy asked boldly.
"Well-a little, but he's getting real suspicious," Mia said. She was feeling a light turn-on, she was remembering the delicious but interrupted fuck with Candi Jones. The sexy studio owner had not made the scene ...
She made a decision. She was going to try another girl-girl fuck, even though half of her fantasies were about Cleve's big, sliding prick. Nothing wrong, really, with enjoying it both ways. Her first piece of ass had been with another girl, Pam Nugent. And Candi was just terrific! That long, stiff clit of hers was out of sight. As soon as Alvin was out of town she would call Candi, and if she was real lucky she might get to screw them both. A threesome with Candi and Cleve would be literally too much! Maybe she was just imagining she was being spied upon ...
"Is this guy good with his prick?" Tammy asked, her eyes flicking along Mia's nearly-naked bod. Her tongue moistened her full, out-turned lips.
"Fantastic!" Mia giggled.
"Good for you, honey," Tammy laughed. "You wouldn't share him out a little, would you? I meanshit, I haven't been in on a real party for ages."
Mia shivered. She could feel the proposition coming, her clit was aching, her nipples erecting. Two girls and one stud seemed to be an in thing, she knew she could probably manage it with Cleve and Candi, but this was not what was on Tammy's mind today; she was staring at Mia's bikini-hugged cunt.
Mia loved this part of a girlish flirtation, the knowing looks, the suggestive words, mutual admiration. A dame had to really have it to give Mia ideas, and although Tammy was not in Candi's class, she was sexy and pretty enough. She remembered Candi's smooth, clever approach, and a sweet surge of excitement brought wetness between her labia. Oh, she really did need a good banging.
After the proposition by the cocktail waitress, after seeing Cleve, she had driven home, undressed, sprawled out on the bed, and fingered her cunt and tits until she reached a delicious climax. At her peak of delight she had imagined that Candi was between her legs, that pretty ass working in sweet cadence.
Alvin would want a screw tonight, he was taking. a plane the next morning for Idaho, but she could handle that all right. He would be gone three whole days. Nnnnnnnnn!
"Oh, you mean you've had fun in a threesome, honey?" Mia asked, her voice shaky.
"A few times before I met John," Tammy smiled, writhing her cute ass in the deck chair. "He's pretty straight-Shit, let's get down to business, Mia. I need a fuck and you do, too. It's sticking out all over you ... "
"Why, you filthy thing, you," Mia laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."
"I'm asking," Tammy smiled.
"Well, I would have trouble lining up a stud before Alvin gets home ... " Mia said, rising from the deck chair.
"Come off it, sugar," Tammy giggled, moving upright. "We're not talking about prick now. You've had a few pussy-rubs, I'm not getting a virgin."
They both laughed.
The moment Mia steered the pretty brunette into the master bedroom and closed the door, Tammy turned swiftly and 'grabbed Mia around the waist, arching her cuntmound into Mia's crotch.
"You beautiful blonde bitch," Tammy breathed, her hands sliding down across Mia's almost bare ass. "I got a hard-on the first day I saw you."
"Nnnnnnn!" Mia giggled, softening. It was natural for her to be the fern, she was basically lazy, the idea of working for a living was pure shit. Her parents had spoiled her, Alvin had spoiled her, her voluptuous figure and beautiful features had given her everything she needed without turning a hand. Before she got too old she would find a really rich sugar-daddy. Alvin had been just a step up the ladder. A real sucker.
Tammy's lips found Mia's eager mouth, her arms slipped around Tammy's neck, she curved her big, swelling breasts into the slender girl's pointy titmounds. The thin halters and bikini panties made things a little sexier for the beginning play; Mia loved a nice slow buildup, and most broads understood that. Very few men did. Turning on good for another dame took more time.
Tammy's hot, velvety mouth pushed in harder, her tongue wiggled across Mia's teeth, it began a delicious easy stroking. Their lips clung sweetly, they both shivered, testing each other's passion. A nice new playmate right next door, a sweet hot cunt for afternoon dalliance, something new and exciting. Good, safe fucking.
I can dream about Candi when I blow my goodies, Mia thought. NNNNN! I sure need more of that! I'd like to get another shot at Cleve's prick, too, but he's evidently busy soaking it in that rich broad's box. I'll settle for slick, wet pussy today, though. I really DO need a fine, long fuck!
Tammy's tongue drove in farther, she hunched at Mia's out-curving cuntmound, her hands tightened on Mia's assflesh. Mia spread her thighs a little, savoring the warm sex-heat rising in her loins, tingling her clit and hardening her nipples. Tammy was hungry, her hot Latin blood was showing. The way her tongue hardened and dived, her shivers of pleasure, said she would be really neat with her busy probe in a juicy cunt.
Mia had to show her appreciation, she was not a dead-ass. She wound her tongue across Tammy's tongue and met a few of the brunette's screw-humps. Tammy shuddered, breaking the clit-buming kiss.
"Ohhh, you're really buzzing my puss, honey!" Tammy breathed. "Let's get naked. I don't want to come in my panties."
"Riiiight," Mia said, trembling. She eased away and both girls began to slide out of their bikinis. Tammy's cuntbush was very black and thick, wetness glistened along the dainty crevice, the labia were swollen out. The halter fell from her titties, revealing very wide dark bands around the prominent nipples. She looked at Mia's naked, thinly-haired cunt and her smoky eyes blazed.
"Get your ass on the bed, baby," Tammy murmured. "I'm gonna show you how a guinea girl fucks."
"You always in such a hurry, honey?" Mia giggled. But she wiggled to the king-sized pad and sprawled out on her back, shaking with anticipation. They could play around later, her whole crotch ached for relief, her tits were peaked high, the pink nipples expanded.
"When I get a beautiful piece like you," Tammy breathed, crawling swiftly on the bed, slipping between Mia's opened thighs. "I been wanting some of this for a week!"
"Now you got it," Mia gurgled, lifting her drippy cunt upward. She still wished this slender cute girl was Candi; she missed that sweet stiff girlie prick, the lithe boyish body.
Tammy's back arched, her puffy cunt swept down and flattened slickly on Mia's pussy, her thick lips surrounded one of Mia's tender nipples.
"Ughhhhhh!" Tammy moaned, hunching, drawing Mia's tit-peak farther into her mouth. The sensuous burn of cunt on cunt sent delicious thrills along Mia's legs as she drew them back, like she had for Candi.
"Nnnnnnn!" Mia breathed, meeting Tammy's thrusts. "Fuck me good, honey!"
The brunette moaned, her ass worked faster; she was rolling her box around between hunches, slicking the whole crotch area with cuntjuice. Oh, it was different, almost like caressing with fingers, but much sexier! Her lips hung onto Mia's tit-cone, her tongue stroking across the swollen nipple.
She's coming already! Mia thought, feeling the delicious girl-shivers, the quickened humps now centered where the real fun was. Ohhh, I'm making the scene, too. It's coming nice and slow, the way I love it! I believe I DO like pussy better than prick!
Finally Tammy's head lifted from Mia's upthrusting breasts, her lips drew back against her teeth, her face contorted, her head went high, turning backward. Her tuck-thrusts picked up speed, her whole pretty body began to shake.
Mia didn't have to hump upward any longer, the fun was happening! 'She clutched at Tammy's shoulders, her thighs jerked as the first hot nuances of her come-joy raced through her pelvis and out to the tip of her tensing clit! The delectable jiggle of Tammy's cunt, her shudders of delight, drew the achy pounds from her crotch!
"OHHHH-OHHH!" Mia cried. "OHOO-Jeeeeeesus fuck!" Tammy moaned. "That's good-cunt!" Her flying ass shook the bed, her slim figure vibrated with the beats of her orgasm. The last hard, wet slaps of the brunette's pussy surged Mia's need, her clit was shooting real fast! Ohhh, it was almost as sweet as Candi's cunt!
I miss that sexy clit, though, she thought her after-thrills bathing her ass and tits. I've got to tuck Candi again-and again. Tammy's a good, lively piece, she loves cunt, but Candi is just very special! I want her to go off in me, real big!
CHAPTER 10
"Nice spot for a party," Mia smiled, gazing around the interior of the beach house, then giving Candi a suggestive wink.
Candi shivered, looking at the honey-blonde's sensational bod in the snug pants ensemble. It was Saturday night, the beach house belonged to a friend of Candi's who was down in Mexico, and she bad decided this would be a neat spot for a good fuck bash.
The only fly in the ointment was Cleve; he would be arriving any moment. Mia's husband was out of town, she had finally consented to another date-if she could, have some of Cleve's prick, too. Fancy-assed cunt. Playing hard to get. Candi knew plenty about broads, always changing their minds.
"I thought we'd never get our things together again, honey," Candi smiled back, drifting over to Mia, sliding her left arm around the pliant, yielding waist. "Every time we talk on the phone I get a stiff clit."
Mia giggled, wetting her luscious mouth, her green eyes fastened on Candi's titties inside the frilly blouse. "Alvin's as suspicious as hell."
"Shit," Candi said. "I bet he's getting some on the side."
"Well, you know how men are," Mia said. "He wants to play around and I'm supposed to save my goodies for him."
"I know," Candi said dryly. "You sure you still want Cleve in on this, honey? We could have a hell of a ball, just you and me ... "
"Now, you promised," Mia giggled. "I've never tried a threesome. Should be fun! You said Cleve was real good."
You sneaky bitch, Candi thought. You know how expert he is with his cock. Tonight I'm gonna cure you of prick, I'll think of some way to get Cleve to hell out of here after he shoots his wad.
"Right on," Candi giggled, patting Mia's beautiful ass. A mingling of expensive cologne and pussy aroma reached her nostrils, her clitoris tingled. She was fully recovered from the pussy-party with Nancy and Laura, her cunt in the sheer black panties beneath her miniskirt was already turning juicy.
This would be a new experience for her, too. As often as she had watched Cleve play around with girls in his side of the duplex, she had never, never participated in a threesome with a stud. Seeing him fuck did turn her on, though. He had procured some very fancy pussy for her enjoyment-but not one was in Mia's class. Remembering the feel of that sweet, hot cunt against her crotch made her slightly dizzy.
"Got a kiss for me before Cleve brings his prick through the door?" Candi murmured, getting both arms around Mia's waist.
"Oh, let's have a drink first, honey," Mia said, struggling a little. Those lush big tits straining at the pants-suit top, her charisma of total feminine allure, her teasing manner were driving Candi nuts.
"Cunt-teaser," Candi giggled. "You been spreading out for some other chick?"
Mia laughed. "Oh, maybe. You get lots of pussy, so why not?"
"Shit, not like yours, baby," Candi breathed, her clit stiffening.
"That was good," Mia said, shivering. She was letting her mouth position for a kiss when the sound of an approaching car broke it up. Candi swore under her breath and squeezed Mia's ass. That fuck of a Cleve was always doing the wrong thing.
Reluctantly, Candi moved to the door and unlocked it. A few seconds later Cleve came in, a wide grin on his too-handsome face. His fly was open, his cock dangling out!
"Ohhh, goody-good!" Mia laughed, staring at his thick, large-knobbed prick. He looked from Candi to Mia and already his tool was starting to rise.
"Why, you filthy bastard," Candi said, flushing. She closed the door and re-locked it. Obviously he was half-drunk and in a don't-give-a-shit mood. That might work in Candi's favor, though. He might poop out faster ...
"This is a fuck party, isn't it?" Cleve chuckled, holding his right hand under his enlarging prick. "Whenever a broad looks at me, it's at my outfit first. So here it is."
"Too much," Mia giggled, weaving toward him, undulating her ass. She was starting to unfasten the upper half of her pants suit.
"Been a long time, baby," Cleve laughed, staring at Mia's bod. "Did you tell Candi we had a good fuck a while back?"
Mia blushed. "I think she knows it, big man. I just had to have some more of that thing!"
For a moment Candi was furious. She liked to be in charge of a sexual situation, she had not expected Mia to admit it right out, and she had not expected Cleve to act like such an asshole. And Cleve was not going to push that ugly big thing in her cunt, no matter what.
"Great!" Cleve laughed. He turned to Candi, eyeing her blouse and ass in the miniskirt. "You gonna fuck me tonight, too, baby?"
Oh, you sonotabitch! Candi thought, trying to smile. I'll boot your ass out of that apartment, I'll quit paying your fucking bills.
He saw the fire in her eyes and grinned. "Okay, sugar. I'll be a good boy." He started to stuff his prick back in his pants.
"Oh, don't!" Mia gurgled. "Just take off the rest of your clothes."
"Yeah," he grinned, his cock standing almost at full stiffness. He loosened his belt and began to remove his sport shirt.
Candi controlled her temper. If she blew it, she would miss the fuck with Mia, and that was what this evening was all about as far as she was concerned.
"That was some entrance," she smiled at Cleve. "Let's have a drink and get things rolling."
"Oh, right!" Mia exclaimed. She could hardly take her eyes away from his prick. "If Alvin came in a room like that I might enjoy screwing him!"
All three laughed. Candi twitched behind the convenient bar arrangement, which she had stocked earlier. Even partially drunk, Cleve was no fool; he was pretending they did fuck once in a while, he knew if she got really mad he would miss this chance to fuck Mia again. He was still basically a dirty young boy, easily handled, weak. A gigolo.
Candi mixed Cleve a very heavy drink, light ones for herself and Mia. Her hands trembled as she watched the beautiful honey-blonde slide her pants from her ass. The mini-panties were very sheer, so was her bra. Jeeeese, what a pair of knockers! Cleve was down to his briefs, his eyes hungry, his cock very high and hard, now. Mia's sexiness was drawing clear wetness out on his knob.
She's making my cunt wet, too, Candi thought, watching the two move up for their drinks. I wish it was just Mia and Nancy and met I'd blow my mind! I'm going to hate it when he pushes that big thing in Mia's cunt. She better not be rubbing cunts with some other broad ...
Cleve had been asking about Nancy, of course. She had told the cute model to leave him strictly alone; she had no intention of letting him break that dainty cherry. She had a plan to do that job herself, at the right time with a certain piece of apparatus. Nancy was becoming a much better fuck!
Cleve was having a ball. Fortunately Alicia had taken an afternoon flight to Los Angeles to visit a woman friend' of hers, he had given her a good going away fuck. She was turning into a very fine piece of ass, she was nuts about him. He was nearly ready to move in for the kill, ask her to marry him. So, with a free Saturday night on his hands he had grabbed at the chance to pour more cock into Mia. If he did move into Alicia's palatial home for good, he would have to be very careful about his outside pussy. Alicia was sensual and greedy.
He had already explained to Alicia that he was not married to Candi; it was just an arrangement. This had delighted her. She had already brought him a set of golf clubs that had cost a bundle. He was nearly home, man.
Standing beside Mia at the refreshment bar, he slid his left arm around her naked waist and felt her shiver of response. Candi had removed her miniskirt and blouse, she was still behind the plank, showing off her cunt and tits and fine long legs-but she was doing it for Mia, naturally. He was sure Candi had never fucked a man in her life and didn't intend to.
On the drive out to the beach house, with some good expensive booze heating his blood and prick, he had almost decided to tell Candi off-but he needed another week or so to finish the plan with Alicia Walker. She was his ticket to high living. He could do a little golfing instruction to give the appearance of working. Alicia wanted him to keep fit and trim. She was so crazy about his prick she could hardly keep her hands to herself.
He had met Chris Logan, Alicia's young redheaded niece, and he knew he could get in her panties if the opportunity ever came up. Right now that was definitely a no-no, it might put his whole program down the tube. She had her eye on some of that big money, too.
"This should be a real fun evening," Mia giggled, snuggling up against him.
"Well, reach down and feel his prick, honey," Candi smiled, gazing at Mia's tits in the sheer, smoky bra.
Mia was shaky with excitement. A real threesome! The way Cleve had come into the beach house with his beautiful big prick dangling out had been just horribly sexy. She had fucked them both, so there was no reason to put on her shocked act. There were so many ways to go with two girls and one stud, and she could never have picked a better pair for it!
Alvin was so damned square, he didn't know what real fun was all about. If he made out with that lush young secretary of his, she wouldn't care-as long as she didn't lose her setup. He was a very good provider of luxuries. She had just imagined she was being tailed.
Trembling with anticipation, she dropped her right hand under the edge of the bar and closed her fingers around Cleve's rigid cock. Ohhhh, what a tool! His circling left hand eased up to her left breast, his hand undercupped it.
"Oh, that prick feels good!" she giggled.
"Why don't you two dance and rub around a little?" Candi smiled. She was really watching Cleve's fingers move on Mia's swelling tittie.
She's jealous, Mia thought deliciously. She doesn't act very interested in cock, she wants ME. She did give me the best girl-fuck I ever had. Tammy Clinger is okay, we had fun, but Candi does more for my glands. Ohhhh, hell! I kind of wish Candi would bang me before Cleve does. I dreamed about that long, hard clit of hers when I went off with Tammy!
Candi turned up the volume of the taped music coming from a stereo and Cleve steered Mia toward a shiny spot of uncarpeted floor. She turned, snuggling in close, feeling his prick up along her belly, right above her pantied, tingling cunt. Her achy, stiff-nippled tits in the thin bra poked at his chest. He buried his lips in her honey-blonde mane and breathed in her ear.
"I'm gonna shoot a load clear up between your eye balls, beautiful."
"I hope I get lots of nice fucking first," she gurgled. "I sure missed you."
"You will, baby," he chuckled. "I called a couple of times-you playing hard to get?" The tensing of his prick sent sweet shivers through her loins.
"I told you, Alvin's real suspicious, honey," she purred, arching her cuntmound at his nuts. "I sure don't want to lose my happy home."
"You let me know the next time you can get away, baby," he murmured. "I'll bang you so many times you won't be able to walk."
"Goody-good!" Mia breathed. Suddenly she was aware of Candi's nearness, and she figured the nitty-gritty was about to start!
"Cut," Candi said, tapping Cleve on the shoulder. He smiled weakly, and something about the way he gave in to his 'wife' decreased Mia's interest in him. He drew away obediently, walked toward the bar, and then Candi was sliding her rounded, slender bod in close. Her pantied cunt nestled deliciously against Mia's pussy, her sharp, hard tits thrust at Mia's tender boobs.
"Jeeeesus, I've really got a hard-on, honey!" Candi breathed, hunching. "I've been dreaming about that sweet, hot cunt of yours."
Mia shuddered. "Oh, me too!"
"Neat," Candi whispered, her mouth just inches from Mia's eager, opening lips. "I'm gonna fuck you till you faint."
Oh, they both really want my pussy, Mia thought, more juice leaking out into her panties. They both fuck real good, but I'm turning on better with Candi. We're right for each other!
Candi wasn't trying to dance, she was worming her mons into Mia's cuntmound, her hands on Mia's ass. Tremors of achy need bunched in Mia's crotch, she opened her thighs and the luscious wet push of the slender girl's cunt, even though both wore their panties, swept her lust toward a peak. As Candi's tongue stroked into Mia's waiting, clinging lips, her clit started to burn with erotic fire, her breasts puffed out, she seized Candi around the neck.
It was like their first hot kiss in Candi's studio, only sweeter. Mia tipped her burning cunt out farther, Candi shuddered, her tongue dived and dived! The dreamy pulse of the music, the fever in Mia's body, the mash of their mouths together, and Candi's eager humping started Mia's climax!
Her thighs shook, her ass moved quickly in when Candi's ass bucked, her legs weakened as the streams of honey shot up them to her tingling clit! Her tongue wrestled with Candi's tongue, she moaned deep in her throat, felt Candi's tightening grip, and what Mia had been thinking about all week was finally happening!
She's pulling the fun from my cunt real fast! Mia thought dizzily. Ohhh, I don't even have that nice stinger in my pussy! Just her mouth and her body are enough! There IS something special about going off with Candi, she makes my body come ALIVE!
Throb after luscious throb beat through Mia's loins, her moan turned into a muffled cry of delight, she staggered and nearly fell! The silky squeeze and jiggle of their pantied cunts satisfied a deep craving in Mia's being, she was blowing her mind! Ohhhh, what a fun way to start a party! Candi wasn't coming, but she was really enjoying Mia's wiggles! Cleve and his prick seemed miles away, she was getting her goodies from someone sexier than he was!
"Oh, you hot beautiful twat!" Candi panted into Mia's puffy lips. "Just wait till later, I'll get you off lots better!"
"Ohhh, riiiiight!" Mia panted, the pulsing aftermath tearing through her pelvis, enriching her lust.
"Please don't come with him, honey! Save 'em for me!" cried Candi.
"I-I'll try, sweet," Mia whispered, finishing her joy with a few little hunches. "You make it just far out!"
They broke apart and Mia felt a whole flood of her fun-juice running down her legs. She staggered toward the bathroom ...
Cleve watched Candi run after Mia, they both disappeared into the can, the door lock clicked. Fucking Lesbians. They would probably get rid of their bras and panties and fuck again before he got a crack at Mia's cunt. He finished a second strong highball, his cock not as hard as it had been earlier.
He had to admit he was not as hot for Mia's box as he had imagined, and he had given Alicia a good banging before the taxi had come to take her to the airport. It was early, he could go to some night spot and pick up a broad. Hearing cozy, excited giggles from the bathroom, knowing he would never get his prick into Candi, he began to pick up his clothes. Fuck 'em both. He had already plowed a load into Mia, some time back-he needed new cunt. This might be his last chance for a while. That Alicia was a regular fucking machine, and the way her cunt writhed and tightened when she blew her stack took a lot of sap out of his balls.
As he left the beach house he saw the lights of a car which had just started. It turned and headed along the coast highway. Very strange. Had some cocksucker trailed him? The thought of Alicia putting somebody after him to check him out gave him a cold feeling in the groin. Sonofabitch! If he blew that one he would be the biggest fucking fool in California.
Freshened and totally naked, Candi and Mia stood in the rest room, fondling each other's bodies. The idea of taking Mia back out for Cleve to enjoy made Candi almost sick; she had seen enough cock to last her for a year. Still flushed and excited from her orgasm, Mia was turning on again. Her big, beautiful tits were full and hard, her coral nipples as stiff as Candi's clit. She had waited so long to get it in Mia's dainty cunt she was feverish!
"Let me sit down, honey," Mia giggled, pushing her crotch at Candi's right hand. "Getting my fun standing up is just murder!"
"Ah, I'll have your ass on a bed pretty soon," Candi breathed. She ran her play finger up and down Mia's cuntslit, gripping the curvy ass with her left hand. Mia shivered, her thighs spreading, her puffy mouth waiting for more tongue and lips.
"Jeeeesus, we really groove, huh?" Candi murmured. "You really want to fuck him?"
"Oh, not the way I feel now, honey!" Mia gasped. She was caressing Candi's sharply-peaked tits, her slender waist. "Don't you ever give him any?"
"His cock's a little big for my cunt," Candi giggled. Her keen ears caught a suspicious sound. A door closing. Shaking with disbelief, she soon heard another noise. Cleve's car was starting! Ohhh, too much. The sonofabitch was pulling his ass out! The fucker couldn't stand real competition ...
"We're home free, hot pussy," Candi exclaimed, her head whirling with joy. "He left! Come on, we're going to have a ball."
"You know, I didn't really need cock anyway," Mia breathed, hunching on Candi's fingers. "I like the way you fuck much better!"
Candi laughed. Waves of victory ran through her being. She released Mia and steered her out into the big party room. They moved to the big sofa, Mia floating down at Candi's left, her luscious thighs already spreading, her green eyes aflame with lust.
"Ohhh, shit!" Candi said, shivering. "I really am gonna give you the best fucking you ever had in your life." Her hand returned to Mia's swelling, dewy cunt. She had big plans for this chesty piece, very big plans indeed.
With sure deftness, she eased her play finger into Mia's shivery cunt, fastened her thumb to the sweet clitnub, and aimed her mouth at a hard, tempting pink nipple. Mia hunched out and up, a little hungry gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. She clutched at Candi's shoulders, arching her tits toward Candi.
As Candi began to tease and finger-fuck Mia toward another go-off, the beautiful honey-blonde moaned.
"Ohhhh, that's good, honey!"
Candi shuddered, fastened her lips around a dainty tit-peak and sucked, winding her tongue across the tender, stiffening nipple. This was what it was all about, drawing the thrills from a very sexy girl's bod, feeling the little quakes of mounting need, the soft girlish whimpers of joy.
In a sweet daze of lust, Mia began to coast delectably toward her peak. Candi was so expert! She knew every little sensitive zone in a girl's cunt, there was something very special about the way Candi was inching the nuances of pleasure from her loins! She remembered the neat feel of Candi's long clit in her eager pussy, her head spun around, she hunched and hunched!
Suddenly they were sliding to the carpeted floor, Mia's legs opened wide, and slender Candi was climbing between her thighs, the playful finger was smoothly replaced by that stinger at the top of Candi's cunt! As it bored into Mia's trembling cuntflesh, as Candi began to fuck in slow, lingering cadence, Mia jerked her thighs away back, her breast curved high, her cuntmouth twitched against Candi's wet, hot cunt!
"OHH, Jeeeeeesus, that's sexy cunt!" Candi panted, her little pecker tensing in Mia's eager flesh. "I didn't get my gun off that other time, but I'm going to make it this time, baby!"
"OHH, yessss!" Mia gasped. "Bang me real hard, honey! Ohhhh, I'm ready!"
Candi shook wildly. She had never turned on so swiftly in her life! As much as she wanted to drag out the screw, she knew she would have to do that next time. The aroma, the flavor, the feel of this lush bundle was driving her nuts! Her clit felt as long as a real cock! The achy need in her loins had to explode!
Bracing her torso high, looking down at the twisting, beautiful face of Mia, those high, full tits, Candi started into her short strokes. What she had waited for and dreamed about for too many long days was starting to happen! She had taken this beauty from Cleve, she had more to offer than that tucker did with all his skill.
The sweet mash of Mia's heated pussy, the shake of her long, lush, superb thighs on Candi's restless hips and waist, the sudden lift of her beautiful ass, her fierce moan of need, the claw of her fingers on Candi's shoulders, started the fun! Heavenly twinges of lust drew along her legs to her busy ass!
"OHHH, fuuuuuuuk, shiiiiit!" Candi whined, jabbing her clit swiftly. "I'm coming off in your cunt, honey! Blow your mind, get your sweet fun-gun OFF!"
"NNNNN-OHH, OH, OH, OHH!" Mia cried, her cunt fluttering around Candi's driving girlie prick. "OHH, yes, yes! Here it commmmmmmmmes!"
Candi shouted! It was as if a hot poker had been jammed into her ass! The searching, surging pounds of her comejoy tore her whole pelvis! Each beat seemed to stiffen her clit even more, it was pouring hot honey into the sweetest cunt in the world ...
CHAPTER 11
Ronnie Lemm, dressed for fun in a wild red boudoir outfit, looked down at her mother, Sally, who was seated on the living room sofa. Sally was very excited at the prospect of getting some real live prick, her pale pink ensemble contrasted voluptuously against her dark coloration.
"He should be here any minute," Ronnie smiled, gazing at her mother's big thrusting tits in the lacy confinement.
"Hon, you think he'll really want to luck me, too?" Sally gurgled.
"I showed him that snapshot of you in bra and panties and he really looked," Ronnie giggled: "He likes colored pussy."
They both laughed. It was Wednesday evening. On Monday Ronnie had shown Alvin the photos she had taken at the beach house with infra-red film, with Candi and Mia locked in a Lesbian embrace. Getting in a back door had been no problem after tailing the lush blonde to the rendezvous with Candi and Cleve. Alvin had been furious, and he had kicked his wife out. Mia had moved into Candi's apartment. Cleve had disappeared, but the word was that Candi had booted his butt from the duplex, and. he was living with a filthy rich widow named Alicia Walker. She was evidently going to marry the fucker.
After Alvin had cooled his nuts a day, Ronnie had invited him to the house she shared with Sally for an evening of exploration. He had gladly accepted, he wanted to meet Sally ... He wanted more of Ronnie's hot cunt.
Ronnie had the stereo going, she had bottles and fixings laid out; she and Sally had already taken a couple of highballs apiece, the lights were down low and they had two bedrooms all ready and waiting.
"You should've seen the expression on his face when I said we both wanted to party with him," Ronnie smiled.
"I hope he ain't too square, honey," Sally giggled. She wiggled her tongue between her thick, protruding lips and opened her full, rich thighs. "I really got a hard-on."
Ronnie had purposely denied her mother a good fuck the past several days, she wanted Sally to have a real head of steam when Alvin showed. Of course, Sally had probably been humping one of her dildoes. Or fucking Anna Land ...
"Mine's getting up, too;" Ronnie laughed. She twitched her ass and outcurved her tits; Sally's black eyes roved greedily along Ronnie's slender, boyish figure.
"Oh, shit," Sally breathed, undulating her plump ass on the sofa. "Let's have a quickie before he gets here. I'm dyin' for a nice, hot fuck."
"Cool it, baby," Ronnie laughed, shivering herself. The memory of Alvin's prick sliding in her snug, twitching cun! ran richly through her mind. On her visit to his office they had had no opportunity to lay it on, but he had kissed her and squeezed her ass, and out in the parking lot behind his building she had slipped her hand beneath her miniskirt and played herself into a sweet, stinging orgasm. Some broad, walking by Ronnie's car, had looked suspiciously.
"Having fun?" the broad had asked, winking.
"Oh, go play with your own cunt," Ronnie had shot back.
Well, tonight would be different! Playfully, she reached down and cupped one of Sally's thinly-hugged tits. The long nipple began to stiffen. They were both long past feeling any guilt about enjoying themselves together. A hot pussy had no conscience.
Sally gasped, reaching for Ronnie's crotch. Before they could continue the sex play, the sound of a car parking in front whirled Ronnie toward the door.
Walking quickly toward the house shared by Sally and Ronnie, Alvin felt a warm tingling in his cockhead. The upset of the last day or two, the bad scene with Mia when he had told her to split, the frustrations of business and being alone again, had put a hard core of lust in his groin.
For courage, he had stopped at a comer bar on the way over and gulped down a quick double shot. He had been thinking about Ronnie and her young, slender body, her fine snug cunt, all day long. He had resisted the temptation to take his secretary, Joan Meadows, into his back office and pour some prick to her. She was quite aware that he had cut things off with Mia, she figured she would soon be on the high pillow. She wasn't in it with Ronnie, and the snapshot of Ronnie's mother, a full mulatto, sexily posed in bra and panties, had given him one hell of a charge. If she was half the fuck Ronnie was he would flip his wig.
A threesome with a mother and daughter team! he thought, trembling. I've heard of it, but I sure never figured I'd get IN on a deal like that. I'll have to use my hands and mouth more than my prick!
Before he could knock the door swung open, a wave of perfume and pussy aroma knifed his senses, he saw Ronnie in a red, sheer negligee thing, and he was so excited he could hardly talk. His cock began to swell in his shorts.
"Get in here, stud," Ronnie giggled, reaching around him to close the door and lock it. She waved her hand at her mother. "This is Sally, Alvin. She wants a party."
Alvin stared at Sally and grinned. Her black eyes went to his basket, then up along his body. Her big tits looked ready to burst out of their thin, lacy cups, her rich, full thighs were half-opened, made more alluring by thin panties and a kind of pink filmy wrapper. Her naked, animal appeal hit him in the nuts, just the way Ronnie's more slender chassis did.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," Sally giggled. She made an O of her thick lips, she wiggled her generous ass on the sofa. "I been hearing a lot about you."
The double Alvin had taken down gave him more courage. He slid his left arm around Ronnie's slender waist and undercupped a pert, firm tittie in the bright red covering.
"This is a hell of a deal," he chuckled. "I hope I don't poop out on you two luscious numbers."
"Hon, I never seen a cock I couldn't get up for seconds or thirds," Sally exclaimed.
They all laughed.
"Mom calls a tit a tit," Ronnie giggled. "I got some booze and music and even some girlie pictures if you need 'em." She squirmed her breast in his hand, sliding a long, slender leg between his. She hunched at his hip. "Want a drink first, honey?"
"Later, if I have trouble getting it up," he laughed.
"Well, undress and sit down here between us, huh?" Sally suggested. She patted the sofa cushion at her left. "We can fool around an' you can see which one you want to bang first."
There was more laughter. Alvin felt his head whirling. The uninhibited words and actions, the whole plan of having two hot dames to enjoy, swelled his chest, his ego, and his cock, all at once. It was like a tiger in him had been let out of its cage. He was as strong as a fucking bull!
One time in his conservative youth he had taken a plump, willing girl to a motel. He had been half drunk, he had developed what he called a 'whiskey hard-on.' He had tucked that girl for hours, man. She had gone off four times and had begged him to quit, and he never had broken his nuts. The next morning when he had jacked out his load he had damn near fainted.
At his age he was not sure he could do that well again, but he was sure as hell going to try! For all her beauty, Mia. had never turned him on big. Those stylized fucks she had put out, as if he were taking advantage of her cunt, had made him reach his climax too swiftly. She had encouraged him to 'get it over with.' Then, as he had finally discovered, she had gone to the can and fingered herself to a climax, thinking about some other cunt ...
Sally knew she had made a hit with Alvin. He could hardly take his eyes from her as he climbed quickly out of his clothes. Ronnie was helping him, giggling and getting a few feels in the process. When his shorts finally dropped, when Sally saw his ham-bone her cunt twitched sensuously. Not too big, just about right! Sally was not split from her asshole to her belly-button, she had a snug cunt, like Ronnie. Those great big hunks of meat went in too far.
"Jeeeeesus, that's a beauty, hon!" Sally breathed, seeing clear wetness already seeping out on his cockhead. He was uncircumcized, too. That made a prick much better, feeling the foreskin slide back as it pushed in.
"Well, don't come before you even touch him, honey," Ronnie laughed. She stood behind Alvin, her right hand holding his cock, fondling the big, hard seven inches. Surges of jungle lust ran through Sally's loins and up to her swollen, hard-nippled tits. Slick pussy was always good, but she had not savored any real live prick for years and years!
"Oh, fuck," Sally gasped. "You two quit teasin' me!" She worked her ass in coital motions, creaking the sofa cushions. She opened her filmy wrapper and reached for her too-tight lacy bra, This suspense was just killing her cunt. Her panties were already juiced, her labia swelling out, her clit burning ...
"Tell you what," Ronnie giggled, "You two do some foolin' and I'll do some fancy dancin'." She saw her mother's pleased, sensual smile and she shuddered, liking the feel of her pussy-mound against Alvin's ass. Poor Sally had not tasted any real prick for years; maybe they had spent too much time enjoying cunt. They had not found the right man, though. Until now.
Alvin swung down beside Sally, Ronnie posed in her red bra and panties and heels, her ass catching the lazy beat of the taped music. Sally giggled, unfastening her pink thin bra, letting her big tits free. Alvin stared at them, then at Ronnie's weaving ass, her long slender legs, His cock was really up there!
"Ohhhhh, mmmmmmm!" Sally breathed, shooting her right hand to his prick, closing her fingers around it: Her dark, coned tits were out a mile! Alvin moved his left arm around her waist, he filled his right hand with curved-out breast. She tipped her head up for a kiss. A big patch of wetness showed on her fancy panties, her thighs opened farther.
Just before their mouths met, Ronnie saw Sally's tongue close the distance, driving between Alvin's lips. She moaned, her ass worked up and down, her fingers caressed his cock as if it were made of solid gold.
Her fun-batteries charging sweetly, Ronnie bounced down beside Sally and slid her left hand between the warm, rich thighs. Sally's shivers and moans said she was getting ready for a blast of delight; Ronnie wanted to help out! She cupped the moistened, pantied cuntmound and squeezed it. Sally knew who was playing with her cunt, she arched it away up and out, her fingers tightening on Alvin's meat ...
Ohhhhh, sweet shit! Sally thought wildly. I'm gettin' my gun off already! I need that cock up my cunt, but I can't wait! This foolin' is gonna rip my whole ass! Leave it to Ronnie to pick a sexy man we can both have fun with!
She sucked greedily at Alvin's tongue, felt his cock tense with excitement. Suddenly Ronnie's hand wormed inside Sally's moistened panties and a finger slid juicily into Sally's twitching, prick-hungry coot! Ohhhh, that did it! Her tit swelled in Alvin's holding hand, her ass jerked, her clit stiffened, and the fierce ache in her crotch began to unwind!
Her mouth tore free, she yelled as the honeyed beat, beat, beat of her need racked her pelvis! Her cuntal muscles clenched in voluptuous rhythm, her breasts shook, she hunched her ass with the hot explosions of her throbbing, coming cunt! Having a real prick in her hand enriched her delight, she was going off, off, offfffff!
"UGH-UGHHH-OHHH, OH, OH!" she cried out. The dreamy pulses of her aftermath had never been sweeter! She humped through it, sagging back on the sofa, breathing hard and deep. Alvin's fingers stayed on her tender breasts.
"Jeeeeeesus, you two make me blow good!" she exclaimed happily, still savoring the twinges of her relief. "I needed that!"
"That's why I wanted you to break the first one, honey," Ronnie giggled, drawing her moistened fingers from Sally's panties. "Now; let's go in the bedroom and really fuck."
"Ohhh, you got it!" Sally laughed. "I want to see you take this prick, hon. I never had that pleasure!"
Moments later, Alvin was flat on his back on the wide, firm bed, evidently in Ronnie's room. The fury of Sally's orgasm lingered in his feverish brain, his prick was so fucking hard a cat couldn't scratch it. Mother and daughter were both naked now, their swollen, expanded cunts dripping fun juice. Sally was in a chair beside the pad, her rich thighs wide apart, and Ronnie was climbing above him, her olive shanks spreading over his tensing, cunt-hungry cock.
Ronnie finger-fucked her mother to help her get off, he thought, trembling. Man, that really gave me a charge! It's a cinch they fuck each other, and I don't care! It seems right, for them. I want to watch them screw! I'm going to ask them to move into my house. I'm afraid I couldn't handle either one of them on a steady basis, but I'll still get all the fucking I need. I want to EAT them, too. Everything in the book!
"About three slides an I'm gonna blow my goodies!" Ronnie breathed, lowering her pink-bordered cunt toward his knob. "Don't go off, honey! Save it as long as you can!"
"Right," he muttered, glancing over at Sally. She was out of the chair, leaning in close by the bed, staring at her daughter's crotch and his rigid cock. The expression of jungle lust on her face, her eager breathing, the appearance of the out-swollen coot, gave him the inspiration. His tongue stiffened ... He shot it out and curled his finger at Sally. Her eyes flamed, she gave a little yelp of delight and swiftly crawled on the bed, gripping the headboard, her dark, rich thighs spreading above his bead!
"Oh, I was hoping you'd lap it for her, boney!" Ron
nie exclaimed. He could no longer see her face or titties, he was looking up at Sally's coral, wet inner labia, like a flower opened for his delectation. Orgy, orgy!
Ronnie fastened her drippy, stinging cunt to Alvin's cockhead, felt the extra bigness of his knob oozing upward into her twitching vagina. Ohhhh, Jeeeesus! She and Sally had it all together now! She gripped her mother's warm, quivering ass, bedding her peaked, hard-nippled titties into the curvy rump and slowly squeezed Alvin's prick up into her cunt!
"OHHHH, fuuuuuuck!" Ronnie panted, hearing a faint sucking noise from between Sally's opened thighs. They had never doubled up on a stud this way, or with a girl, either. Anna Land wouldn't eat pussy. Alvin was going for it like a duck to water! Sally's shivers of delight, the quiver of her ass against Ronnie's titties surged her toward her fun-blast!
"UGHHH-OHHH-JEEEESUS!" Sally cried, her head turning back. "I'm-comin'!"
Her cry tensed Alvin's cock, Ronnie felt the first sugary throbs of her meat-filled cunt! She hunched, lifted away up and then came down just as her clit began to shoot her goodies! The furious spasming of her inner membranes, the feel of his big nuts on her swollen, slick labia, drew a wild cry from her throat! He was not going off, she was busting her fun too swiftly, and that made it wild!
In his younger years at college Alvin had tasted a few cunts, but he had never lapped a girl to a climax. The furious clamping and churning of Sally's cunt around his plunging tongue, the feel of Ronnie's snug, sweet pussy fluttering around his rigid cock blew his mind! He was getting two hot gals off at once! He did have his whiskey hard-on, it was like he was twenty years younger! The whimpers of mother and daughter breaking their cunts together, squirming and shaking the bed, filled him with soaring pride.
That too-pretty Mia had tried to un-man him, cheating him with her inactive cunt, her fake tremors of joy. He was all man now, all the way ...
"Now, Chris, stop that!" Alicia Walker exclaimed, feeling l}er niece's warm hands slide across her shoulders an, down inside her house coat. Crystal, or Chris, as everyone called her, stood behind Alicia's chair in the big living room.
"Oh, piss," Chris giggled, finding Alicia's tender titcones in their lacy cups. "You know you love to have your rebuilt boobs played with. Is Cleve going to fuck you again tonight?"
Alicia shuddered. As much as she liked to hear Cleve say all those dirty, suggestive words when he was fondling her body, she was shocked by her young niece's boldness. She knew Chris had a girl friend, she seemed to prefer pussy to cock. So many of the hep coeds were going that route now.
Cleve had moved in Monday evening, taking the luxurious best guest room, and they were going to be married in just a few days!, Ohhh, how he could screw! The night before he had climaxed her eleven delicious times, and he had not squirted his passion until hours later!
He had left early that morning for the golf course, he was still giving instruction, but of course he didn't have to now. He had called, he would be home in a few moments, and now her niece was doing a very naughty thing, stroking and playing with her tingling breasts!
"When are we going to have a good fuck, auntie dear?" Chris laughed.
"Oh, you rotten young thing, you!" Alicia gasped. "I haven't-"
"Hell, you've rubbed yourself off with a few dames, sweet," Chris giggled. "The more he fucks you the sexier you get. When he starts slowing down, let me know, huh? I think we can have fun."
A very wild, sexy idea crossed Alicia's mind. "Maybe the three of us could have a little party, some time."
"I thought you'd never ask," Chris giggled. "You set it up when you're ready, honey. Not many guys turn me on, but he really does. Now, relax. I'll heat up your tits and pussy. When he conies in the door you can push it out right at him. And tonight I'm going to listen to you two fuck. I just love the way you yell when you get your gun."
They both laughed. Chris was so utterly filthy and exciting! Alicia's nipples started to poke out, her perfumed and pampered cunt began to leak sweet juices ...
CHAPTER 12
"Now we're gonna have a real party, girls," Candi Jones smiled, looking at Mia and then at Nancy. The beautiful honey-blonde wore a black baby-doll outfit and long black nylons and cute young Nancy had nothing on but wild pink crotchless panties and a very sheer bikini bra. They were 'show' undies she had brought from her studio, the kind she dressed some models in for girlie magazine photos. When she got a hard-on she wanted her pieces to look their sexiest. And her clit was really itchy tonight.
Music floated softly around the living room, the lights were not too bright, she had already served the girls two martinis apiece. More were already waiting in the silver shaker. Gin was a great cunt-warmer.
"Oh, wow!" Nancy giggled, gazing admiringly at Candi. Candi was proud of her appearance. She wore black velvet gloves that reached to her elbows, very dark webbed hose, very high heels, a black velvet band around her throat-and nothing else. Dressing 'mannish' was no longer necessary, she had conquered these cunts, they were hers to enjoy.
Mia was off her high horse, getting turned out by her husband had put her down, made her more cooperative. She might even have to go to work, the lazy spoiled bitch. She would probably flag her ass around in a miniskirt and pick up another rich husband, but right now Candi was paying the bills, she was going to get as much of that beautiful cunt as she possibly could.
It was Wednesday evening. Candi had given Mia a good fucking Monday night in her own bedroom, and she had banged Nancy the next morning in the guest room, but this was the first real opportunity to bring them together. They were ready for it. Candi had paved the way. She had kept Nancy busy so the two would not be playing around with each other; Candi wanted to be there when that happened.
"I was never in on a thing like this!" Nancy exclaimed. She was perched prettily in a chair, sipping at her third martini.
"Well, I was almost in on a threesome with a certain guy," Mia laughed. Sprawled on the big sofa, she gave Candi a hungry, knowing look. "This should be real fun!"
"I'll make it fun," Candi smiled, moving over to pose so both girls could see her naked cunt and cute, pointy breasts. She undulated her ass in time to the music, rich tingles streaking up her legs to her itchy clit. It was getting hard, the pink wet tip was already peeking out from her puffing labia. She kept her pubic hair trimmed to display her cunt better. Both girls watched it.
That morning she had sub-leased the side of the duplex formerly occupied by Cleve. The new tenants were a slender, good-looking dame of about thirty and a very young dainty blonde, who were supposed to be mother and daughter, but obviously were not. Candi knew all the signs; 'Mom' was fucking 'daughter.' A few peeks through her secret windows had confirmed her suspicion.
Then she had hit upon the idea that might help excite Mia and Nancy.
"Follow me, gals," Candi said, twitching toward the master bedroom.
"Oh, are we going to have fun already?" Nancy giggled.
Candi winked and as soon as the sexy honey-blonde and the dainty brunette were in the room, she explained the setup, the two peep holes, the hidden bugs that would bring sound through the wall.
"You-you watched Cleve and me, didn't you?" Mia burst out, flushing.
"Sure," Candi laughed. "That's when I decided I had to get some of your pussy." She reached over and patted Mia on the ass.
"Why, shame on you, Candi!" Nancy exclaimed. Her eyes shone with interest.
"Oh, shit," Candi said. "Now, if we're in luck we might see some action tonight, too."
Famale curiosity drew Nancy and Mia to the wide 'window,' and Candi turned the knob that would bring sound into the bedroom. She had told them they could talk, their voices would not be heard by the new tenants. Candi peered over perfumed shoulders, sliding her arms around two silky waists.
They were in luck. The attractive brunette, in bra and panties, stood beside the wide bed, looking down at the very young blonde, who was still dressed in a tight jersey and miniskirt.
" ... clothes off, honey," the brunette smiled. "I need a fuck."
"Oh, Nan!" the teen-ager protested. "Not again. We had it once today."
"That was just a warmup piece," Nan laughed throatily. "You want to go back to that cruddy home I took you out of?"
"Noooo!" the blonde exclaimed.
"Well, get those damned pantyhose off," Nan smiled. "My cunt's really hot"
"God, you're filthy!" the young girl said. She rose from the edge of the bed and began to undress. "Don't you like guys at all?"
"Those fucking men are nothing but trouble, honey," Nan said, watching the blonde greedily. She reached up and unhooked her bra, exposing a pair of average-sized tits, the dark nipples widely banded with lighter flesh.
They were good-looking enough to give Candi a tingle, so was the dark patch inside the thin pink panties.
"Ohhh, this is something!" Nancy breathed, snuggling up closer to Candi.
"That's jail bait," Mia giggled.
Candi slid her circling left hand upward and cradled one of Mia's beautiful big tits in the silky covering. She teased the nipple into erectness, feeling the lusty honey-blonde tremble. Both girls were turning on good; the peeping and listening fascinated them, as Candi knew it would.
"Hurry up, Jill-get those big titties out," Nan laughed.
Somewhat reluctantly Jill lifted her red jersey over her long blonde mane and revealed her naked breasts, full and rounded, pink crested. She could not be over fourteen. The miniskirt dropped, she began to peel the pantyhose from her rather plump, creamy ass.
"She's cute," Mia whispered, back pushing her butt against Candi's hips.
"You keep that sexy cunt of yours here at home, honey," Candi giggled, with just the right note of warning. She drew her right arm from around Nancy, who was watching avidly, and filled her free hand with Mia's other swelling tit. She fit her crotch to Mia's rounded ass, hunching playfully. Mia was a much better fuck than Nancy, more uninhibited, she heated up faster.
"Oh, I wouldn't think of trying to make it with a girl that young, honey," Mia breathed, trembling. "Did it make you jealous when you saw Cleve fucking me?"
"You know it," Candi murmured, squeezing Mia's bountiful tits. The warm, silky ass curving back into Candi's heating crotch sent daggers of need through Candi's being. She tried to find the honey-blonde's anus with her tingling clit, but it wouldn't work. Mia loved to have a finger in there when Candi was nibbling that dewy, responsive cunt.
In the other room, Nan was now naked, and she had Jill on the bed, also nude. Nan's right hand was between the blonde's spreading thighs, fondling the dainty, thinly-haired pussy. The three peeping girls bad a fine side view of the action. Jill lay passive, like a pretty doll. Nan was staring hungrily down at Jill's youthfully firm titties, the pretty flushed face.
"Hey, you're all juiced up, you want a tuck, just like me," Nan laughed.
"Ohhhh-you're so-crude!" Jill protested. "The other day you practically raped me!"
"And you loved it, trying to fight me off," Nan giggled. "Your little gun really popped good." Nan's finger slid into the blonde-bushed cunt and Jill's cute face twisted, her soft thighs trembled.
"I'll get you a smaller-sized dildo, cutie," Nan laughed. "I know you've been fucking yourself with it when I'm at work."
"I did not!" Jill cried.
"Oh, you little liar, you forgot to clean it," Nan giggled. "Stop this innocent shit and relax. Just don't use it too often, honey. I'm the one you want to go off with. "
Nancy's legs trembled, her pussy was swelling inside her fancy red panties, her nipples tingled. Even Candi's expertness bad never warmed up her cunt so fast! After her trip to that sex-gadget store with her girlfriend, she bad been thinking more and more about bow one of those prick-shaped things would feel in her virginal cunt. A fourteen-year-old girl was using one, and she would soon be twenty!
She adored all the things Candi did for her, giving her a nice borne and enough pussy-rubbing to satisfy her needs, but a deeper need was building in her loins. She wanted something larger and longer than a finger gliding in her eager cunt. She needed a boyfriend and some prick.
If Candi doesn't break my cherry soon I'M going to! she thought, trembling. But right now I'd fuck a snake! Ohhhh, wow! This is too much!
She tore her eyes from the peep-bole just in time to see Candi steering Mia to the bed. The beautiful blonde's baby-doll outfit was gone, she was crawling on the pad, her rich long thighs opening for Candi's pleasure. Candi removed her long, black gloves and kicked off her high-heeled sandals. She swept between Mia's legs, their cunts met, Candi's bead lowered toward Mia's peaked, coral-nippled tits.
"Ohhhh, burry and get me off, honey!" Mia cried, her thighs swinging away back above her shoulders. Although Nancy had heard this same bed jiggling the last time Candi and Mia had tucked, she had never watched two girls doing it. The whole scene was just terribly fascinating! In the next room, beyond the peep-hole, Nan was between Jill's plump thighs, her ass moving in coital rhythm, and here in front of her Candi and Mia were starting their tuck.
Feverishly Nancy unfastened her bra, slid her panties down from her ass, her legs so weak she could no longer stand! She fell into a nearby chair, her legs opened, her tittles full and achy, her cunt aflame with goading lust.
"Did that young blonde piece turn you on, boney?" Candi said, her mouth just above Mia's swollen titties. She hunched her ass.
"Oh-some, but your little prick does it!" Mia cried. "Come on! Fuck me real good!"
"I'm gonna bang you plenty tonight, baby," Candi said, her voice thick. She looked over at Nancy. "Go ahead and play with it, sweetie. I know you're hot for a come."
Oh, she drives me crazy every time, Nancy thought, more wetness leaking from her puffy cunt. We should have four girls here so we could all screw. At the same time! I'm going down to Chinatown tomorrow and buy one of those artificial pricks!
A plaintive girlish moan of excitement came from the speaker beside the peep-hole window. The bed in the other apartment bedroom was creaking swiftly. Nan was really pouring the cunt to dainty young Jill.
Nancy shuddered, sliding her right hand down to her aching, burning pussy. She had not needed to use her fingers much lately, Candi had been bringing most of her goodies, but now she had to finish soon! In some ways, Candi was like a man-once she got her stinger in a cunt she hated to take it out. She would be fucking Mia for a long, long time.
The three girls had talked about tangling all up in an orgy scene. Not yet, not now. The way Candi acted she was going to get her pistol popped before she quit on Mia. It was obvious that Candi preferred Mia, she was newer in the apartment, she was just terribly beautiful and sexy.
Suddenly Nancy spotted a long round tube of face cream on the nearby glass-topped vanity. The cap was rounded, fitting tightly over the business end of the tube; it was enough like a cock, about an inch and a half thick...
Candi was beginning to fuck in earnest, now. She was kissing Mia's nipples, her pretty ass working in the old, familiar cadence-stroke, stroke, stroke, then a rest. Mia's whimpers of delight, her shaking thighs, said she was getting her enjoys! A faint, wet mushy sound came from their fastened cunts.
Nancy seized the tube of face cream, brought the rounded cap down to her cunt and arched her crotch high, nudging the 'head' between her labia. Ohhhh, it was neat! Her tender, swollen cuntlips clasped the object as if it were a real cock!
The 'knob' touched Nancy's hymen, a rage of thrills bunched in her crotch, she shot her left hand to her expanded titties, stroking her fingers across the tender, dark nipples. Ohhhhh, dreamy! No guy in the world would expect her to be a 'virgin' at her age! She had been girl-fucked, she had been eaten and played with until she no longer considered herself a virgin anyway. The young pretty model Nancy ran around with admitted her boyfriend was getting in her pussy steady; she had lost her cherry at fifteen!
In fact, Colleen had made Nancy a proposition just a few days earlier. A party with Colleen, Nancy, and her boyfriend! Oh, there were a lot of fun things she wanted to try; Candi had 'awakened' her to the point where she needed sex a lot oftener. The way guys and not-so-pretty gals stared at her when she wiggled down the street gave her oodles of thrills; Candi said she was turning into a real good piece of ass....
I'm going to know what a prick feels like when I get one! she thought, pushing her object in farther. But as long as I'm living with Candi I better save my pussy for her. Or maybe Mia, too. She's been acting like she wanted to fuck me.
The knob pressed into her maidenhead, a new sweet urgency in her crotch shook her whole body, and suddenly she pushed in hard! A little twinge of pain made her gasp, but nobody heard it. Nan was reaching her fun-peak!
"Come off, you little bitch!" came the high-pitched cry from the speaker. The bed sounds were terribly stimulating! A loud, girlish whimper, obviously from Jill, said she was getting her goodies! At the same instant a fierce wail from Mia filled the bedroom. Her tits arched high, her ass worked up and down.
"OHH-OHH--shiiiiit-fuuuuuck!" Candi bleated, rattling the bed in front of Nancy. "I'm getting my gun!"
Waves of mingled envy and delight swept Nancy's loins. Her imitation cock was IN! The luscious filling of her cunt, clear to the depths, brought a moan from her lips. It was so good she could hardly believe her senses. Her hips began to lift as if her butt had coil springs! The slide of the tube on her achy clitzone, the realistic pumping in her unpricked cunt, pulled her toward her climax!
Her thighs quivered, her titties swelled out farther, the first stings of her delight shot delectably to the tensing nub of her clitoris! Sweet honey pulsed from her girlie thing, her fun was happening in deeper this time.
"OH, oh, oh, ohhhhhh-OHH!" she cried, fucking herself swiftly with the cock-shaped tube. The goody throbs shook her ass and legs and shoulders, she was having a real wow of a time! The twinges lasted longer, they were coming from her anus, too!
She slumped, panting, as the aftermath washed her loins and titties. She looked down at her cunt and saw redness mixed in with her pussy-juice, the whole tube was slick and wet with her girl-come and her cherry-blood ... Before she could drop the object, Candi raised her flushed face from Mia's swollen tits and looked over at Nancy.
"Why, you little hot-puss!" Candi exclaimed. She didn't seem mad at all. Some of the guilt Nancy had felt earlier began to leave.
"Oh, I just couldn't wait any longer, honey!" Nancy breathed.
"Hell, that's okay, sweetie," Candi giggled, keeping her cunt mashed into Mia's cunt, although the honey-blonde's legs were flat on the bed; she still looked dazed by the fuck she had just received.
Candi humped a few more times and rolled away, the pink spike of her sex still protruding from between her puffed cuntlips. Her whole crotch was shiny and wet with pussy juice. She was like a lithe female tiger, she stared at Nancy's crotch with ferocious interest.
"Okay, gals-out in the living room," she said, crawling from the bed. "I want to eat some pussy." She glanced at the moistened tube in Nancy's fingers, and giggled. "If you have to have something up in that cute cunt of yours, I'll have to buy you a dildo."
Nancy blushed furiously. Mia swung off the bed gazing at Nancy. "I'd kind of like to have one of my very own, too!"
They all laughed. Some party!
Moments later, after they bad freshened themselves in the rest room, the girls were having another martini apiece, served by Candi. There was no hurry, they had hours for more dreamy fun things. More gin would help!
I knew they'd eat this up, Candi thought, looking from one to the other. Mia and Nancy sat on the sofa, Candi was perched on a bar stool, facing them, her legs open so they could see her cunt and the tip of her tumid clitoris.
"I thought you were going to eat me," Nancy giggled. She let her soft, pretty thighs spread invitingly. Her dark, tempting nipples were stiffening.
"Oh, I will, honey," Candi smiled. "Why don't you two have a little fun first, kind of get acquainted, huh? Unless you've been screwing behind my back."
"No, honest, we haven't!" Mia exclaimed.
"Oh, she's right, honey," Nancy giggled. She upended her glass and looked at Mia. Mia squirmed lazily, combing her fingers through her long, sexy mane.
"Love to," Mia said, gazing down at Nancy's pretty, swollen cunt. She put her own empty glass aside and scooted closer to Nancy. "That is, if you don't care, Candi ... "
"Hell, I told you, go ahead. That'll give me a real good hard-on." She twitched her ass on the bar stool. "That come in the bedroom just about tore my ass out!"
They all giggled.
Nancy shivered, sliding her left arm across Mia's creamy shoulders. Although she was younger, Mia evidently wanted Nancy to start the pussy-play. With her very first girlfriend she had been the passive one, letting Lenna do most of the making out. Well, she was a big girl now, she had lost her cherry, and as fascinating as Candi was, Mia had her own kind of indolent allure.
Nancy pressed her ass in closer to Mia's velvety bod and lifted her right hand to the honey-blonde's outcurving tits. What a lovely big pair of boobies! Mia trembled, opened her long, full thighs, and softened, turning her head for a kiss.
Nancy brushed her mouth into the parted, silky lips and slid her tongue between them. The sweet cling of Mia's mouth, the. lazy flirt of her tongue around Nancy's tongue, fired Nancy's lust. Candi had never let her take the 'lead' role, she wanted to be boss. This was so different, it awakened a sweet latent craving in her being, her ass already was quirming with anticipation.
Waves of lilac perfume and pussy aroma bladed her senses, she cuddled her hand around and under Mia's thrusting breasts, roving her fingers from one swelling nipple to the other. An eager moan rose in Mia's throat, her arms went around Nancy's neck, her soft right thigh slipped across Nancy's legs.
Oh, I love this! Nancy thought, her cunt starting its hot ache again. While Candi's at work I'll slip back here to the apartment and have this beautiful blonde all for myself! I'm going to take Colleen up on her offer, too! She says her boyfriend knows how to fuck. I need some real live prick. I'll get wised up on contraceptives so I can take some squirts of hot jism. Candi doesn't like cock at all; I don't believe Cleve ever DID fuck her. Candi is dandy, but I want to learn to go off around a big, thick, pumping prick! I might as well have my fun BOTH ways!
Candi watched the two girls sucking tongues and her clit flexed into neat hardness. Mia's wide-open velvety thighs, the dewy cunt uptilted for caresses, was too tempting! She leaped from the stool, raced to the sofa and sank to her knees, sliding her hands beneath Mia's warm, silky ass. Her eager tongue shot out, she brought her head down and wiggled her probe across the dewy fragrant cuntmound.
She would have to watch these two, they were really grooving together. Nancy was surprisingly bold, she was learning the big city ways. One of these days some big stud would get a cock in her cooze and she would flutter out of Candi's nest. They came and went, these dainty country chicks.
Wiggling her tongue into Mia's fragrant, shivery cunt, Candi let her know who was boss girl.
Mia's hips arched up and out, her thighs trembled, she moaned her delight. Her mouth broke from Nancy's lips, she sank back on the sofa, her beautiful face flushed with lust.
"Ohhhhh, Candi!" she whimpered. Her hands clutched at Candi's shoulders, Nancy kept her right hand on Mia's bulging, hard-nippled tits. Candi stroked her tongue in the alluring, dainty cunt. She was feasting on her very favorite dish, hands fastened to a velvety, yielding ass, her right middle finger toying with the tender anus.
Oh, this is living! Candi thought, sipping the girl-honey from Mia's pussy, feeling the tremors of mounting joy. Everything turned out right to turn this sexy, lazy piece on real big. Nancy wants some of it, too, but she'll have to wait her turn. Ohhh, shit, this is good cunt!
Nancy had a sudden brilliant idea. She was going to have to bring her own goodies again, but the opened position of Candi's long, slender thighs as she crouched in her cunt-lapping pose, drew her from the sofa. She leaped around and dropped on her back, sliding forward on" the carpet until her mouth was right beneath Candi's spread-apart cunt.
She gripped Candi's hips, Candi lowered her crotch, tipping her pelvis into a convenient position, her tremble of excitement urging Nancy on. She had never lapped any pussy, Candi had always been the one to do the eating, and she loved it, but Nancy wanted practice!
She fastened her lips to the puffy, moistened center of Candi's sex, feeling the stiff spike of Candi's long clit along the edge of her tongue. Ohhh' delicious! A daisy-chain fun thing was better than having to wait until Candi finished her job on Mia.
Candi moaned into Mia's tasty cunt, her tongue working slowly and lingeringly. Beautiful! Nancy was catching on very fast, now.
I didn't even have to ask her to nibble my cunt, she's going at it like she had been there before! Candi thought. Maybe she's been lapping that young, cute Colleen. But girls seem to know how to eat pussy, like kissing-it just comes naturally. Jeeeesus, she's really sucking good!
Nancy shot her right hand down to her burning, twitching cunt, leaving her left hand on Candi's hips. She wouldn't lift her crotch now, she was shaking and moaning, her clit was tensing for its love-shot! Her long, pretty shanks were opening farther, her ass was quivering. Everything said go-go!
Opening her labia, Nancy eased her first two fingers into her eager cunt. No more maidenhead to worry about, she could fill her pussy with whatever was big enough and handy enough! Ohhh, yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck-pause. Ohhh, wow!
A faint, sexy slurping sound came from Mia's crotch, her whimpers of delight increased Nancy's excitement. She sipped more of Candi's cunt-juice, poking her tongue up in the cunny a little farther! But a sudden tip of Candi's pelvis told Nancy what the slender girl wanted, more than anything-tongue play on her long, hard girlie cock!
Nancy moved her mouth slightly, sliding her tongue across and around that luscious stiffness. Candi's deep moan, her shudder of joy, told it all. Candi was a real Lesbian, her whole sexual craving centered in her clit-but she was still a wonderful person, she could bring the fun from Nancy's cunt and tits and mouth as no one ever had before!
A sudden louder cry from Mia, a shake of Candi's body, quickened Nancy's hand-play on her eager cunt. Ohhh, the slide of her fingers in and out, in and out, with her thumb hitting her clit at every stroke, started her goodies!
"OHHH-NNNNN!" Mia cried fiercely. She was going off, too!
A swift rise of Candi's ass, breaking Nancy's hold, breaking the mouth and cunt connection, almost startled Nancy. She squirmed around, turned the other way and watched what she had expected-Candi was fucking Mia to her finish! Candi just had to move her pretty ass when she was breaking her fun, and her butt was really flying this time! Her almost-man-like hunches at Mia's crotch, her wail of delight, triggered Nancy's need!
Nancy dropped flat on the carpet, her thighs wide apart, and pumped her two fingers juicily in her cock-hungry cunt! The fun-shivers flashed up her shaking legs, her inner vagina twitched delectably, her clit began to pulse and her tittles curved high. She seized a breast in her left hand, her ass lifted higher. The sweet pound, pound, pound of her fun-gun rocked her loins!
"UGHHHH-fuuuuuuuck!" Candi cried. Her long, busy clit-cock was coming in Mia's cunt! Mia's loud wild wail of culmination filled the room. Nancy thrashed her body on the carpet, legs kicking, as the honeyed throbs racked her crotch and pelvis!
A slow, dreamy spasming of her cuntal depths, a luscious tightening of her cuntflesh around her diving fingers, told her what she would have to have as soon as she found the right guy-lots of big, tensing, plunging cock! Oh, but girl parties were fun, too! They were all getting their fun-twinges together ...
Candi finished her fuck, savoring the last sweet nuances of relief, and lifted her cunt from Mia's lax, dewy puss. She dropped her butt down at Mia's right and looked over at Nancy.
"You made it too, huh?" Candi giggled.
"Right on!" Nancy exclaimed, struggling to her feet. "When are you going to fuck me, honey?"
"Soon, sweetie, soon," Candi laughed, gazing at the sweet puff of Nancy's leaking cunt. "You're real good with your tongue."
"I'm learning, Candi," Nancy giggled.
All three girls laughed. It was going to be a real swinging party before they were finished ...
