Finally Aunt Maddy nestled between the two straining thighs and stared lovingly at her niece's dark love triangle. "I must," she murmured, nudging forward to kiss the cunt slit. An entranced Uncle Jonas leaned over to gape at the beauty of his wife's profile burrowing into the meeting place of Candy's thighs. Maddy tongued carefully into the darkness and tasted the bittersweet mixture-then had to taste more.
"Qhhhhh-you-you're making-me feel sooo good ... AHHHH!" Candy's body strained savagely as the pressure of her aunt's tongue against her clitty forced her orgasm.
The scene was driving Jonas crazy. His cock stiffened with a new and almost uncontrollable hunger. He had to have it-now!!
CHAPTER ONE
It was late in the night and she was alone on her bed, sprawled before the TV in delicious near nudity. No way for Candy to know that, in moments, she would turn from innocent youth to wildly sexual female.
She wore peek-a-boo bra and scanty panties, but nothing else to conceal the richness of her body as she squirmed voluptuously on the mattress. The exhibition was deliberate-to inflame him. Hearing the soft sound in the hall, she knew Uncle Jonas had arrived just outside her door for his nightly sneak peek at his niece, and this time Candice was determined to make it more than usually interesting for her unseen visitor.
For over a year, as she blossomed from skinny colt to eighteen-year-old bundle of tantalizingly stacked woman, her guardian had made the surreptitious trip down the hallway from the master bedroom each night. She knew exactly what was taking place as he stood in the darkened corridor peering through the door she conveniently left slightly ajar. She'd found tracings of his ejaculation spattered on the hall rug more than once when he'd missed the hankie in his excitement. Exciting to feel it on her toes.
But why Jonas Merriweather needed the voyeuring and the self-play always puzzled the girl. Sex-happy Aunt Madeline, a dazzling female, and his at any time, was probably at this very moment awake, and wanting, in the bed he had left. Somehow Jonas needed the stolen thrill, and knowing it, Candy had begun enjoying their little game. Until this night.
Awaiting the usual telltale sound in the hall, she had flipped on her bedroom TV and been entranced by the replay of the day's Olympic events in Munich. It was the bewitching performance of the girl gymnasts from America and Russia, and for a minute it had driven Uncle Jonas from her mind and put a sudden exciting new idea-hi her thoughts.
She gawked at the graceful action of Olga Korbut, the Soviet. So lithe and slender. So perfect a display of the female form in all its grace and beauty. How old did they say Olga was? Nineteen and she still had a child's body. The way the U.S. girls had fallen, one by one, from the competition, and the way Olga had swept on to the gold medal, had Candice breathless with envy. It was then that the new thought burned home. What if a really full female figure had been in the competition? Someone like herself. Suppose she had been there in skin-tight leotards showing those judges what she had! Would have been a different story for America!
With a groan of despair that another girl her own age, but not half as beautiful, could have accomplished so much, she rolled away from watching the TV and slid from the bed to the deep pile of her wall-to-wall carpet. Uncle Jonas should be ready for a real show by now. Pretending for the moment that she was Olga posed, in the final movement of her dance, back arched; head-thrown back, arms out-flung and gorgeous legs in the split position, she knew the exultation that must come at the end of a perfect gymnastic routine.
She knew something else, too. Uncle Jonas at the door was more stimulated than usual, she could hear the audible rasping of his breath as he masturbated in the shadows at the sight of her.
Be wild if Olga had more, thought Candy, reaching behind her shoulders for the bra snaps. Tonight she would give her uncle more than his usual ration of stolen excitement and let him see her breasts, bared and animated, as she imitated some of the Russian girl's gyrations. In all the three years of Jonas' spying visits, he had rarely been treated to full exposure of her ripe boobies, and never had he been given a glimpse of the magic between her legs. Till the man came openly to her with his want, she was not about to share that wealth. Not even a peek at it. But let him beg for it-just once-and the girl with the long dark hair and the denied sex life knew what would happen.
Very deliberately she caught the bands as die bra snaps released, and cupping her hands across her front, continued the torture of her unseen spectator an instant longer. From the sounds of the quickened breathing scant yards away, she knew he must be almost at the point of his orgasm. To make him come before she showed off her pride and joy titties seemed fair revenge for his sneakiness. Somehow she had to flush his desire for her into the open.
There was total silence in the hall and her excitement in the seduction tumbled. She was sure he had seen, had frigged and finished, and was already on the way back to his bedroom. A wave of frustration hit the girl. It hadn't come off as she wanted.
"Damn!" The epithet burst spontaneous and low, but clearly audible to the man, still gawking in momentarily paralyzed lust in the darkness beyond the door.
Jonas Merriweather had caught himself just in time. Deep in his groin the climax warning was bubbling, and at that instant Candy had stretched to release her bra. Too great a moment to spoil with premature ejaculation. He wanted to come while he was staring at those seldom revealed sunburst boobs. And then he saw them!
Candy's arms flew high above her head and the black mesh bra sailed across the room, striking the glass of the mirror on her bathroom door and falling in a pile on the rug. Jonas never noticed. He was transfixed by the vision, and his lusting study leaped from breast to breast, drinking in taut-nippled centers, marvelling at the girl's luscious over development. She must be at least a forty-maybe a forty-two. His stare crept down the torso, sloping dramatically to wide hips, concaving across the flat of her tummy to that mystery sheathed in black nylon panties.
It was when his study moved to her rear that Jonas felt all self control slip from him. Candice had the most incredibly provocative ass he had ever seen on a female. Smooth, tight contours, clearly visible through the pantie shadow. The flow from hip curve to the rise of the buttocks was, to Jonas, one of her sexiest lines. With her body profiled to him, he could see the beginning of her tail cleft, and the whole cushioned wonder of her rear was more than he could bear. The groan of sheer male helplessness in the face of frustrated want slipped from him lips-and was heard!
Instant transformation in Candy's mood. Uncle Jonas hadn't left, He had not only fought off his first surge to frig himself through to the finish, but he had just made the first clearly audible sound of his need of her in three years of late night spying. Virtually an open confession of his want of her.
Twisting sensuously so he could have no doubt she was calling him, she whispered to the door, "Come in!"
Utter stunned silence answered the invitation.
Her fingers crept across her midriff and found a breast-moved over the curve to tease a stiffened nipple. She stared fixedly at the crack in the door.
"Come on in and let me watch you do it, sissy!" she hissed.
The door moved open slowly. As he stepped zombie-like across the threshold into her room, the pounding mounted in Jonas' chest and head. Gone were all thoughts but one. Candice had called and he had to come. So totally possessed with that miracle was Jonas, that he failed to hear the soft opening of the master bedroom door as Madeline followed her curiosity about the distant sound.
On any number of other nights Maddy had heard Jonas leave their bed and thought he was telling the truth about needing a cigarette or a snack. Tonight had been no different-until that sound in the hall. A human sound-the sound of a man in intense passion.
She peeked down the hall just in time to see her husband on full display, when Candy's bedroom light fell across his almost-naked frame. At his feet was the bath towel that "had slipped from his waist as he stepped into his niece's presence. Only the wildly tenting jockey briefs remained, hiding nothing of his arousal.
Barely able to suppress the shocked exclamation, Maddy darted back into her room for her negligee; then clutching it around her shoulders, hurried into the hall and stole quickly toward the now closed bedroom door. Blessing the luck of living in an old house with older fashioned keyholes that gave perfect peeping visibility, a blonde, vivacious and stunned Maddy knelt and gawked at a sight she never dreamed could happen in her home.
"Come!" Candy beckoned her powerfully muscled uncle. "Come and let me watch."
For an instant Jonas remained statue-like just across the threshold, staring at the succulent body poised before him on the golden rug. His indecision sent a flash of fear through the watching girl. Could be some momentary flip out, she thought. He'd caught the bath towel at his waist on the door knob and when it pulled from, his body he wasn't even aware of its dropping. Never seemed to be aware of closing the door behind him either. Maybe Uncle Jonas was truly out of his wig over her!
Beautiful flip out! She stared at the condition of his front and decided it was anything but a brief insanity. He'd had the presence of mind to shove his hardon back into the elastic confines of his jockeys, and while little was hidden by that act, at least he'd tried.
"Come-show me!" Her hands drifted to her tempestuous titties and she hefted their fullness upward, to accent the state of their nipples. "We're both big-but you're bigger!"
Step by slow step he approached till he was standing directly at the curving of her shoulder. Hands on his hips, apparently oblivious to the rigid stretching at the front of his jocks, he stared down. "You-are-very-beautiful-Candice." Words separated. Each syllable carefully measured.
"So are you, Uncle Jonas."
Maddy at the door squirmed in frustration as she saw only her niece. Nothing visible yet of Jonas except the tip of the man's swollen jockeys jutting across the pretty shoulder. Twisting at the keyhole, she gaped at the ravishing nude, posing in all her intoxicating femaleness before Maddy's own husband. Forget the uncle bit! Here was a fantastically stacked woman making an open play for Jonas.
Strangely, relaxation crept over Maddy as she sensed what was almost certainly about to happen. Instead of outraged jealousy, she felt a new lure grab her. The magic of Candy's succulent body! Oddly she realized she didn't mind seeing Jonas' state over the girl. The wonders of her niece's sensuality were suddenly totally compelling to thirty-year-old Madeline.
Frantic little excitement shocks rippled through the voyeur's frame as she felt the shock of self-discovery. Maddy attracted by another woman? Never! But she was....
Inside the room, Candy's hands were at the top edge of Jonas' briefs when she began to draw them downward. He made no protest. In fact, shifted his position closer to the girl, bringing Maddy her first clear view of horny husband and admiring niece.
"I'm going to pull off your shorts and you're going to do it where I can really see you and feel you," cooed Candy,-staring up the man's front while she drew the elasticized jocks across his hips to expose the thick root of his phallus. It was bone white and huge against the nest of dark pubic hair.
Inch by torturous inch, watching his face only briefly, then concentrating on the gradual total exposure of his cock, Candy drew the covering down.
"Oh-wow!" The monstrous erection leaped fully into view and soared wildly in its joy at freedom.
Quickly she stripped the jockeys over his legs, never leaving her preoccupation with the swollen testicles and the soaring cock shaft
"How many times, Unc?" she asked mischievously, looking up at him.
"Whuh-huh?"
"How many times have you stuck this into Aunty Maddy?"
"Aw-look, Candy...." A glint of desperation was in his eyes and the alarm rippled through his temptress that she might have pressed his panic button mentioning his wife.
"You like to look at me, don't you? I mean you like it lots and lots when I'm in here alone."
"Baby doll-I gotta!" he exclaimed. "Love Maddy like crazy-but love you, too".
Her fingers found the swollen shaft and she pumped quick suggestive strokes. "'Nuff to show me how you do it when you're peekin' from the hall?"
"Aw-hell-look, I...."
A surge of surprise grabbed Maddy as she caught the significance. Her man had been on those night time expeditions for more than cigarettes or a snack. "Liar!" she whispered silently, continuing to watch the drama unfold.
"Love to see a man do it to himself," Candy smiled cat-like. "Do it for me. Right in my face!"
Whether it was the feel of her hands on his prick or the fear of sudden awareness of his nakedness before her, Jonas grabbed the cock and began to pound himself furiously, staring down at her provocative nudity as he pumped.
"Whoa!-Too fast!" cried Candy, slapping his hand away impatiently. "Do it ver-ry slowly, and do it my way!"
"Howzat?" croaked Jonas, obviously prisoner to anything the girl wanted of him.
She puckered a kiss and leaning forward, quickly planted the moist satin of her lips against the swollen prick tip. His gasp burst explosively when her tongue stabbed saucily against the cap, then quickly disappeared.
"Want you to put that pretty red top right against my mouth and jerk it off there!"
A weird strangled sound spilled from deep in the man's gut, and suddenly his eyes were fierce and accusing. "You said you love to see a man do it-ya mean, you've seen others?"
Candy giggled happily. 'Course I have, Unky! I'm a girl, aren't I? I've helped lot of boys that way. I want to watch one now, and I want to taste it when it flies."
Locked in a lust whirlpool, Jonas edged half a step closer and began a gentle frigging of his organ, clutching the barrel and forcing it forward till the wrinkled foreskin of his penis rippled slowly across the lushness of Candy's lower lip.
Madeline was utterly fascinated at her husband's betrayal. There before her, athletic frame tensed with excitement, his big fist clamped around his prick shaft, the swollen and gleaming erection was thrust to the very edge of Candice's mouth. The watcher fully expected to see those ruby lips open wide and clamp around the cock crown, and take command.
Back and forth the clenched fingers pumped, and each stroke seemed to enlarge the thickened flesh. The sensation of the girl's soft lips barely touching the tip of his cock crown was utterly inflaming, and it brought the inevitable quickly.
'Yeah! Oh, yesss!"
For frenzied seconds his semen spurted in abandon against the radiant beauty of her face, spattering across the bridge of her cute nose, spraying her eyes and forcing them closed before its onslaught, splashing through lips parted in surprise. Some of the uncontrolled ejaculation sparkled in hair that had tumbled across her forehead in her excitement, and just as the barrage slowed, her lips spread wide. The watcher at the door was sure Candy was about to engulf the swollen dark cone, but all she saw was the pretty tongue darting to catch the flying drops.
His body sagged abruptly and it was clear that Jonas had shot the last of a monumental load. There was a strange unearthly silence. Eyes disappointed at the too quick end of his rapture, Candy stared as the shaft began to bend and collapse. As if to match the fall of his penis, Jonas sank to his knees at her side.
"My God! What have I duh...?"
"Made me very happy, that's what." Candy stretched leisurely as if nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened. When she threw her head back and exposed the loveliness of her neck, the thought of what had shot from his cock and cannonaded against that sweet throat sent a violent shudder through Jonas. Not guilt. That was the last thing bothering him.
"Now-I want you to see!" cried Candy, twisting from the arms that reached to embrace her and scrambling for her pillow on her bed. "Here's how I make myself happy."
Jonas stared at the long plastic imitation of a male reproductive organ, then looked disbelievingly into Candy's eyes as she wriggled to her back at his side. There was mocking and want and woman-run-wild in her dark saucer-wide pupils.
"Where did you get that?" he demanded.
The finger darted to her lower lip. "Secret," she whispered.
"Baby, you don't know what you're...."
"I do!" She hissed the words. "You've wanted to put yours down here a long time, haven't you, Uncle?" Without waiting for his answer, she writhed against the deep pile of the carpet, spreading sleek golden thighs just wide enough to reveal the dark cunty deft.
He watched spellbound as she boldly positioned the play cock; then slid it through the pussy lips into the entry to her vagina. "Gonna push my clitty flat and make myself go-go-oohhhh!"
Transfixed, the man at her side and the female beyond the door watched Candy copulate with herself. In and out with accelerating strokes the dildo moved, prodding deeper and deeper till it was half hidden in her body. "Not as big as yours is, Uncle Jonas...." panted the impassioned Candy.
At his groin a freshened erection stood hard and trembling. In his mind a totally new thought gripped Jonas Merriweather. Why not? She was begging for it. He writhed to his side to watch, and as her self-play intensified, his attention was as much on the humping thrusts of her gorgeous buttocks as on the frontal action. The girl had an incredibly provocative ass, and while he had never had the compulsion before with Maddy, Jonas was whipped with the want to plunge his own organ deep into her anus while Candy entertained herself at the front.
Too late! Little gasping cries of excitement sprang from her lips and she was an overwhelmed bundle of femininity locked in self-induced orgasm, and as it rocketed through her sweet body, she was oblivious to anything or anyone but the joy she was feeling. Then it was done and she was on her back, the glistening pretend cock lying beside her.
She studied Jonas' expression, then crinkled her nose disdainfully at what she saw. 'You didn't like me to do that, did you?"
He shrugged, wondering why, with his hard-on still stormily upright, he felt perfectly at ease with their strange intimacy. "Didn't mind at all," he demurred, then deciding not to conceal that he was guilty of her accusation that he had often voyeured at her bedroom door, he went on, "Can't figure why I haven't seen you use your toy before."
Candy giggled spontaneously. "Wouldn't have dared, till I knew what you really thought about sex. You know, you and Aunt Madeline have never once said "boo' to me about sex. I thought you'd take my toy away, and I couldn't lose that. So I play with my friend in the dark after I'm sure everyone is asleep." Jonas gave a low whistle. "We're hypocrites, y'know. Me especially." He thought a silent minute. "Let's stop the make-believe right now." His hand shot across her hip even as he spoke and he gave a gentle thrust to roll her to her side.
"What's happening?" She felt the knobby bluntness of his cock jabbing through the crease of her buttocks.
I'm gonna do what I've been wantin' to do a long time! Gonna take you in the rear, baby!"
Candy's body went abruptly rigid and he felt the frantic tightening of her tail cheeks as he pressed against the sphincter muscle. "Don't!" she whispered and her tone was fear. "Do me front ways. I've got protection."
"The hell you do!" He reamed against the cushion of her rear, but there was no yielding and he knew there would be none without force. Still clinging to her back, but easing the cock pressure, he demanded, "What kind of protection?"
"I.U.D.," she whispered. "I got it by lying 'bout my age and...." She took a deep breath. " ... I got it cause I hoped maybe this would happen."
"Little witch!" Maddy's reaction was unheard but vehement inside her. That her niece would have planned this whole thing, and even come prepared, changed the whole complexion. She glared at the sight of Jonas' body cupped against the shapeliness of Candy's rear and, for a moment, debated bursting through the door to end their little game.
Then Jonas rolled to his back, unconcerned with his cock spearing upward in brazen exhibition, and hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. The girl twisted to lie facing him, watching curiously.
"So, back it up, Candice," he demanded. "What's all this about? You get yourself a play penis; then you get a contraceptive device; then you tell your uncle you've been putting on this night-time act, knowing all the time I was in the hall lookin', and that you have the hots only for me."
"It's the truth!" Her eyes flashed as she pushed to an elbow and stared angrily into his face, pointedly ignoring the jutting merchandise at his crotch. "I've played touch-and-fun with lots of boys, but ever since I saw what you do to Aunt Madeline, I've waited."
"You've watched?"
She nodded nonchalantly. "You're not the only one who has the wanderlust and your bedsprings squeak beautifully. Anyhow, looks to me like you murder her gorgeous bod every time you stick yourself into her!" He thought about it. "So what's with the I.U.D.?"
"You don't have to believe me, but I'm still a virgin. I think I'm really gonna hate it with a man. You and all the others look so wild when it's stickin' up in the air like yours is now. So, I want to find out in the family or not at all." She sighed and reached to clamp her fingers around the soaring shaft. "And once I get proof of how bad it is, then I know exactly what I'm going to do with the next four years of my life."
He barely heard the last remark as he slid across the smoothly tapered rise of her thigh and positioned his cock at the gateway to virgin passion. Maddy, breathlessly watching, felt the rage build. Rage that her man could so casually betray her. Fury at herself that she could feel so attracted to the female on the floor. No longer was Candice a child to the voyeur. She was adult and she was adorable, and Maddy was going to have to hate and to hurt her if she wanted to get things back to normal with her husband. And, if she wanted to get her own head back on straight!
"Gonna be beautiful, Candy," murmured Jonas, urging forward to press his brimming cock crown against yielding pussy flesh.
A shudder rippled through Candy's body at the contact. "Be good to me," she whispered, and her eyes had the believable fear of a frightened first-timer. "It feels way too big to get in."
"Just relax and let it happen," urged a compassionate, determined Jonas, and a listening Madeline, fighting to contain the scream, wondered when it had been she had last heard him use a tone like that with her.
Jonas arched to look down the front of his body as his cock slowly stretched the sweet cleft of the girl's cunt. His organ seemed too massive to squeeze into the tiny slit and he was now sure she was telling the truth, that he was her first man. It was too luscious a feeling to hurry and he wanted to savor every bit of the conquest. Pressing forward slightly, he watched the dark line of her labial lips spread to admit his prick crown-spread wider and wider, as the great cone went from sight, forcing his thin foreskin flesh back with the snug grip.
Her gasp stopped his invasion briefly and her eyes were wet when he looked. Waiting for her protest to his size, he let the cock slither slowly back till it was almost totally exposed.
"Don't!" she begged.
"Don't what?" He gripped her shoulders and leaned close to her face. 'You want me to stop?"
"Oh, no!" she moaned. "I want you to push it all the way in!"
"Hurt?"
She nodded, and a wandering lock of hair spilled across one eye. Jonas reached to brush it aside. "It hurts," she whispered. "Hurts like heaven! Please, naughty man-fuck me! Oh, really fuck me! I love it!"
He stiffened, propping against his palms as he arched, then thrust in impetuous eagerness at the girl. This time he plunged the penis deep and boldly, watching a violent contraction low on her tummy as she took the full pressure of his shaft. No cry this time. Just a panting breathless welcoming of the organ and a wild dilating of dark pupils as she was caught by the dazed wonder of intercourse.
The hypersensitive clitty muscle, mashed by the cramming male flesh, sent frantic warnings that Candy was about to climax in her first trip on the end of a male erection. The ceiling seemed suddenly in motion to her, and the face of her uncle, wild and passion-stricken, blurred as the emotion swept to claim her sight and senses. At every point of her possessed body, from her temples to her toes, she felt phallic love taking command of, her life. In one lightning flash, even as her orgasm swept her completely, Candice Merriweather knew she would only ever know fulfillment when a man's erected organ was crammed deep in her vagina.
"Ahhh-ohh, yuh-yehsss!
I'm com-cominggghhh!"
The sweep of mutual climax claimed them both simultaneously and the minute his own began, Jonas plunged his cock in last seething thrusts, frustrated that he was caught in ejaculation before he was halfway into the tender trap.
"Yess! Yes!" choked Candy, spasms whipping her to still greater heights of spunk wildness;'-"Morel More! Need more!" Her whole body was on fire with the rapture which had begun with the feel of the first flood of Jonas' semen and there was no way to stop the violent pulsations.
At the door, Madeline watched Jonas, who had folded across Candy's front when he finished, slowly straighten and arch in new readiness for another act of copulation. His thick white stem, which, till now, Maddy had considered her personal property, was a grotesque ugly spear to the voyeur as it impaled the luscious Candy to the carpet. So close was the witness that she could see the bony ripples in the hardened cock, but now it was more than her man's prick that held her attention. It was the cute hole it disappeared into.
To Maddy it appeared that the youthful labia flesh had been bruised and battered as her husband took the girl. She gaped at the point of joining where yearning quim lips stretched in a wide oval to accommodate the arrogant prick. There were signs of puffiness to the abused vulva, and in spite of the rage churning inside her, Maddy felt the unexpected bum of desire to stroke and soothe the girl's sex center.
As quickly as the impulse came, it was shattered. 'You're a very super lover, Uncle Jonas," she heard Candy say. "I'm not going to let Aunt Maddy have any more of you."
"Baby, that could just happen," gagged Jonas, his pelvic thrust increasing. "You can bet I'm comparin'." It was that last that tore it for Madeline. No longer intrigued by them, Jonas and Candy were bastard and bitch to her. She stumbled against the wall of the hall and leaned dazedly" far-support. That she had tolerated their play when she could have ended it at the very beginning, mocked at her. Her own confused lusts had let her crouch like some peeping tom to see her husband do it with another woman.
Rage swept her trembling frame and, inexplicably, she tore the negligee from her shoulders. Beyond the door she could hear the happy sounds of faithless husband gorging himself on a wanton cock-teaser who called herself "niece." With a cry of rage-out-of-control, she flung open the bedroom door and charged the pair locked in copulating oblivion. Blonde hair flying in disarray, curvaceous body taut with fury, she launched herself at Jonas, hands clawing for his shoulders. In two savage swipes she scored his back with her nails even before he knew disaster had struck.
"Whaaa ... !" He leaped from his playmate, ejecting from Candy's convulsing form and falling to the side. The attack had come at the very height of Candy's orgasm and locked in passion madness, she failed even to sense the intrusion of a third party on the scene.
Before reason returned to Candy's world, Maddy was all over her, wanting revenge for stolen semen. She crushed herself across the succulent curves of the younger temptress and grabbed for tempestuously heaving breasts. In simple animal madness she clutched the jutting glories and felt the simple, wild urge to tear the rich globes with the pointing nipples from the girl's body.
Merriweather watched in frozen horror. His wife! The fabulously stacked one-time beauty queen had a kill look in her eyes and, for a terrified second, he was sure she was about to destroy Candy who, till now, she had considered her own daughter. With terror completely paralyzing any other reaction, Jonas was sure he was going to see the wildest vengeance worked on the gorgeous body.
"No!" he shrilled, suddenly finding his voice and hurling himself at Maddy's back.
It was only then that Candy's awareness flared alive and she sensed what was about to happen.
Clutching fingers tightening on her boobs, she stared helplessly, outspread beneath the stronger Madeline.
At that instant something stopped the attack. Nothing explainable, it simply stopped. Maddy's expression changed as she glared down at the vulnerable female beneath her and the hate lines smoothed on her face. Abruptly her whole frame began to tremble and she relaxed her fierce clasp of Candy's breasts, leaned back, and dropped her hands to her lap.
Her eyes darted to the buttermilk flesh of the girl's body and saw the red marks the pressure of her fingers had made. Something in the evidence of how far she had gone crashed around Maddy's consciousness. What she had felt in brief waves of desire in the hall as she watched Candy, now grabbed in full demand. The latent lust she'd felt toward others of her sex would no longer be denied. She'd suppressed it, but now the soft and supple beauty of another female body, this one especially, was incredibly alluring to her. So sweet and enticingly tender. So unlike the taut lines of the hard-bodied male.
Even after marrying Jonas, Madeline had felt the yearning she sensed before her marriage, still needling. It had been a restless search, this hunt for the male who wouldn't be rough and demanding with her body. Jonas so often was, and in its place it was good and wanted. But extra-marital games with other men had made her long for a special kind of gentleness. All males seemed to think her amazon charms made her fair game for roughing and abusing. Somehow, she had always believed that sex was supposed to of fer more than prick running out of control, gouging and impaling her till it got its satisfaction, then deserting and leaving her, sometimes satisfied and often not. Now for the first time, her legs were scissored around the waist of a female. Her hands-had they really been ready to hurt this delectable flesh before her? Never. She felt the girl was completely surrendered to her conqueror's whim.
Candy didn't care. If her aunt had lost her mind in a blind jealous rage, it was understandable. Some feline instinct grabbed and held Candy from trying to fight back and to stave off what seemed certain painful disaster. No way she could have changed a thing she had started with her uncle this night. It had been a long time building and he had what she had to have-a gorgeous, swollen, female-hungry cock. Let Maddy do what she wanted-no pretending it had been an accidental meeting. She had lured Jonas into her room, and she wasn't about to try to boomerang the blame to him.
From a million miles away Candy heard her aunt's strange moan...."I-I'm sorry ..
At the sound of the incredible words, a startled Jonas released his grip around her waist "Please," Madeline leaned close to Candy's face and whispered the plea. "Can I touch you?"
Still certain that the one who held her pinioned against the carpet, thighs gripped tightly to her middle, would turn vicious, Candy closed her eyes and turned her face away-waiting.
Instead of attack, Maddy pushed slowly forward till she was straddled across Candy's hips. Her crotch was nudged directly against her captive's pubes, and a startled prisoner felt the warmth of another woman's, cunty center. It was the sweetest feeling Madeline had ever known. Yielding writhing, female flesh.
She lowered herself across Candy's body and took a taut nipple to her lips. Strange little after-spasms of the girl's earlier orgasm rippled low on her belly and trembled against Maddy's labial lips. Now there was no resentment in the thought that those spasms were the result of a husband's infidelity. Slowly she siphoned a turgid nipple, wondering at the innocent fragrance of the 'breast, aroused by the feel of the little nubbin that electrified her lips and sent erotic shocks through her whole body.
"Please," murmured Candy, "what are-you're...."
"Loving you," replied Maddy. "Loving this sweet body like no man ever could."
Sharp penetrating darts of strange desire crept to every erogenous point of Candy's body, and deviled the thoughts of a dumbfounded niece. She had never thought of a woman being loved by another one before-not this way. Now, with lightning-like speed, she was captured by the idea, and trapped in some magic spell, as the female she had once felt was the nearest thing to a mother, who moments before must have considered killing her, suddenly wanted to love her.
Madeline leaned forward and flattened against Candy's front; the pressure was firm and tender. As their breasts mashed, the younger female felt hard pointed nipples nudge their desire against the sensitive fullness of her boobs. Primitive urges charged in her vagina and instantly Madeline's love was wanted. The shocking change from vengeful female to pleasure-maddened voluptuary melted all Candy's resistance.
"Do, Aunt Maddy!" she cried. "Oh, do! Do anything!"
It was the word the driven woman wanted to hear. She pressed her mouth to Candy's and nibbled eagerly at the girl's lips. Her tongue shot through the opening, pressed past Candy's teeth and stabbed in stiff suggestiveness into a warm oral port. The symbolism was intoxicating and now the girl's body began to writhe in anticipation.
Jonas Merriweather watched in disbelief. That his own wife could have lesbian lusts had never occurred to him. That the delectable girl beneath her would allow such advances, was more than he could comprehend. Somehow, his masculinity, now fully revived, was grossly insulted that such a scene could be happening in his very presence. He gaped at the two grappling females, totally oblivious now to his presence, and saw Candy's lower body strain upward to make contact with the same point on Madeline's. Venus mound ground against venus mound; titties rubbed eagerly against titties; lips molded as tongues dueled, and both girls, caught by the thrill of their play, locked arms around each other.
"Gotta love you!" cried Maddy, dragging herself free of Candy's clasp.
With torturous deliberateness she brushed kisses down the girl's body. Pore by pore she kissed every erotic point, massaging animated breasts and sucking thirstily as she moved from nipple to nipple. Then with maddening seduction, she brushed kisses across the slope of the rib cage, teased the indentation of the cute navel, tongue-traced to the outer curve of each hip, and licked with sadistic slowness across the satin skin of the trembling tummy..
Finally she nestled between the two straining thighs and stared lovingly at the dark cleft in the center of the love triangle. "I must," she murmured, nudging forward to Mss the cunty slit. An entranced Jonas leaned to gape at the beauty of Maddy's profile burrowing into the meeting place of Candy's thighs.
A warm, musky earthiness combined from the mingling of Jonas' ejaculation and Candy's spunk flow, and sent a shiver of excitement through Madeline. She tongued carefully into the darkness and tasted the bittersweet mixture-then had to taste more.
"Ooohhh-you-you're making-me-AHHH!" Candy's lower body strained savagely as the pressure of the tongue against her clitty forced her orgasm. In spite of the sudden feeling that it was wrong, she let herself go in the whirlpool wonder of the climax. In total surrender, let herself be taken by the tongue frenzy deep in her vagina. Seconds later she was climaxing again and now she wanted to give as well as take. Her hands tugged imploringly at Maddy's hips and before his astonished eyes, Merriweather saw his wife twist to bring her lower self close to Candy's face.
The girl seized eagerly at the straining curves and drew the woman's thighs close. A moment later and the two were bound in a female knot of sense maddening beauty, their legs spread to the thirsty questing of the other, their fingers playing torturously at the other's breasts while they tongue-prowled for cunty honey.
Jonas' desires ran wild at the sight of the two entwined women of his life. Their murmurings told him their climaxes were again almost at hand, and he was completely excluded from the play. His penis collapsed at first awareness that it was unwanted. Then, watching the two build to ecstasy, the cock stiffened with new and almost uncontrollable hunger.
"Mmmhhh-I-I'm...." Maddy moaned maniacally as climax grabbed her again, and then the two were seized in an orgasm which climbed higher and higher with increasing violence. It drove the watching Merriweather out of control with himself. He had to have it-now!
Their crests had barely passed when he threw himself at the two and pried hysterically at the perspiring forms, trying to separate the girls.
"C'mon," he begged. "Give a guy a break!"
As if coming out of some unbelievable dream, the interlocked pair began to unwind and at his cry they twisted to look at the state of the naked male pawing their bodies. Jonas seemed almost demented and Candy looked mischievously at Madeline. "Shall we make the poor man happy?" she giggled.
"You do it," groaned Maddy.
"Not till he tells us if he liked what he saw," taunted a suddenly impish Candy.
"Damn it, yes!" Jonas was partially mounted on Candy's buttocks and as he replied, she jerked to topple him from his perch. A yelp of frustration spilled from the man. "C'mon, you gotta!" He was flat on his back and for the moment apparently undecided how to renew his attack.
Without warning, Madeline seized his prick and propelled it to her lips. She watched Candy's expression as she tongued the wide ledge of the cock crown. When Jonas howled at the torture, she pulled from the target and winked.
"The man wants to be a lollypop," she whispered to her niece. Then her eyebrow cocked quizzically. "Why didn't you do it for him before?" she demanded, remembering the way Candy had made him masturbate against her lips.
"No one ever taught me how."
"Stop it, Candice!" Maddy's eyes glittered with suspicion. "It's trust all the way now, right? Honesty time? You never took a man with your mouth?"
"Honestly, I never did!" The long brunette hair danced across Candy's shoulders and her eyes brightened defensively as she went on. "And, honestly, I was a virgin, too, till...." Her voice suddenly stilled and she flushed, not sure Madeline had accepted that act of conquest of her husband.
"I believe you." Almost as if it were an object detached from any human connection, Maddy flagged the cock to and fro between their faces, ignoring the sounds of low keyed agony from its owner.
"Teach me how," begged Candy, unable to restrain the impulse to reach and fondle the erection with her aunt. "We did things, but you could see I don't know a thing."
"We-are going to teach you," declared Maddy and a surge of sheer delight raced through Jonas at her words.
His long and maddening torture while the girls played with each other was about to be ended. But more-his voluptuous wife was like him in her passion over their niece. Fantastic relief! All his fears on being exposed that Maddy would turn him out of their bed forever, were ended. She forgave him. He could tell by her expression and that opened a whole new chapter.
Abruptly the notion was shattered. "You can stay right there, bastard man!" hissed Madeline when he shifted from flat on his back to his elbows and started to move further. She glared stormily at him and he wondered how he could have read the signals so wrong.
"You can furnish the equipment." Maddy clutched the root of his phallus. "And you can watch. But that's all we need from you."
"Hell, Mad! Look, I'm sorr...."
"Sorry?" She snapped the interruption. "That's the silliest lie I ever heard! You're sorry and every inch of your hard-on is straight up in the air in front of this girl right now! You're an adulterer and a home wrecker, Jonas Merriweather! Come, Candy!" She smiled, catching the sudden dismay in her face. "Pay him no mind. See, he knows I'm right and he knows I'm not about to be his good-natured house frau anymore. I may not even let him touch me ever again, and that would kill dear Jonas."
"Aunt Madeline! Look!"
The thunderous erection was toppling, weirdly and quickly. First the great prick crown, swollen and grossly overblown in readiness for the expected game, bent like a great banana, then curled. Candice, who had felt many of her dates go from soft to hard in her hand, had, till now, never had the feel of bone-hard man flesh turned putty soft. She gawked in horror as the prick cap grew small and the once proud shaft slid through her fingers. "It-it's scary!" she murmured in awed tones.
Maddy's golden hair moved slowly as she shook her head disgustedly. "It's guilt." She said it matter-of-factly. "Jonas did his lover wrong when he left her bed without trusting her enough to tell her why. He thought he had to sneak his peeking at you. Now he knows damned well he should be told to pack his bag and leave."
Candy's glance flickered to Jonas' face and saw nothing but misery there. "She's right, Uncle Jonas," she whispered. "And I should be packing, too."
"Aw, for Chrissake, Mad-I told you...." His words drifted to nothingness as he watched Madeline shift abruptly and crawl in sizzling nudity around his feet to position herself at the hip opposite Candy. His stupidity in risking all that fabulous female for a few stolen kicks with Candy was burning at him now.
Madeline reached between his legs with a kind of clinical indifference and cupped under his genitals. "Want to know something, Candice? He's-only guilty about skin deep. His pretty cock is so soft and shamed because it got caught, but we're goin' to watch it change and not really give a damn."
Her eyes danced happily, but her head was turned so Jonas couldn't see her expression. She hefted the testicles and rubbery penis from the valley between his thighs. "See, it's almost like a man's sex parts are a whole separate person. They act like they want about most things."
"Mmmmhh." Candy's face was radiant with the excitement of new adventure. "He's so different that way."
"How long do you think it is now?" demanded Maddy, tweaking the flaccid cock.
"Maybe four inches?"
"Exactly four and a half when it's shot down."
"How much when it's hard?"
"Who measures!"
Candy shivered at the memory of how it felt inside her, but choked back the impulse to comment.
"Look-let's quit, girls-I...." Jonas stopped in the middle of a twist away from Maddy's grip. "That hurts, Mad!"
She appeared not to hear or care. "Now, Candice, we're going to play with our toy. It doesn't belong to Jonas anymore." She fingered the organ, then surprising both her husband and her niece, she bent to plant a long lingering kiss on the wrinkled cock flesh. "See, I have no effect at all on my man," she mourned, winking surreptitiously at Candy. "You're going to just have to make like he's your own all-day sucker." With a sigh she caught Candy's fingers and made them into a cup around the genitals. "Take him like a lollypop," she urged.
For one hesitating moment her niece seemed undecided, then with a shrug of pretend surrender, she leaned to the target. "Pretty prickie," she cooed. "So little. So nothing. Come let Candy comfort you."
Madeline and Jonas watched, transfixed by the spectacle of the child, innocence still in her expression, as she puckered her lips to the tip of the cock, kissed, then paused to study the acorn shape, half-hidden in its foreskin sheath.
"I think I can get his whole penis in my mouth when it's this way," she said soberly.
Madeline nodded in unsmiling agreement. "And when it goes in there, I give it ten seconds to come sailing out"
A visible shiver danced across Candy's shoulders. 'You really think it will get hard again, Aunt Maddy?"
"I know it." She watched her niece's rich, moist lips part and remembering their feel on her clitty, she knew what was about to happen to Jonas. A surge of jealousy stormed Madeline as she saw Candy finger pushing the man's flaccid cock into her oral port.
The captive audience of one male stared unmoving, still deeply shaken by what his wife had said. It was fully possible and he knew it, that Maddy would turn him off-not just in favor of the lesbian life, but because he had insulted her by letting another woman rouse him beyond self control. Inwardly he steeled himself against Candy's open assault on his sexuality. He'd show the bitches I he stormed inwardly, tearing his eyes from what Candy was doing and staring stonily at the ceiling.
It was a new taste thrill to the girl. The penis, baby soft skin, curled and warm in her mouth cavity, wallowed lifelessly and, somehow, seemed very vulnerable, trapped completely from sight in the vise of her lips. She wanted to play with the loaded testicles, swollen in tantalizing fullness against the curve of her chin, but it would be too open a play. More fun to seduce his erection slowly.
Candy lay motionless, letting the savor of his sex flesh, the tarty taste of the residue of their spunking, stir her saliva flow. She tried to stem the build-up of oral juices, sure that, too, would hurry his excitement and she wanted to protract the arousal to the maximum. Was it because her aunt was watching that she was enjoying the game? she wondered. Maddy's eyes were predatory with envy at the sight of her man's organ in another female's mouth, and a brief flame of guilt bothered Candice. Maybe the whole bit with Jonas was nothing but trying to put Maddy down in the most female way she knew. She'd been envious of her aunt's super stacking, and the way she excited all men with it, for years.
Now, totally captivated by the organ between her lips, Candy yielded to the temptation. Working her mouth at the root of the penis, she made the saliva move in a gentle whirlpool around the penis, forcing it side to side with saucy little tongue stabs.
A low moan of protest spilled from Jonas' throat and, simultaneously, Candy felt the soft cock tissue begin to grow puffy, it was obvious he was fighting his' response, and just as plain he was a loser. There was a distinct warming of the penis and then it began to Stretch.
Maddy watched, entranced, as the white root expanded. Inch by glistening inch the erecting phallus seemed to slither from Candy's mouth. Bony ripples appeared along the wide walls of the shaft and the great protruding vein at the top grew even more prominent. As it stiffened, Candy's eyes told the thrill she felt nursing a man's love muscle from sleeping nothingness to spearing firebrand.
With an exclamation of sheer innocent wonder, she spewed the sopping penis from her lips and smiled ecstatically at her aunt. "He's honey sweet, Aunt Maddy! Let's share the wealth-all the way and both love him to death!"
No way to hate a girl like that, thought Madeline, leaning forward and ignoring Jonas' soaring cock to kiss Candy's forehead. "Good!" she agreed. "We take turns on him and then we'll think of other things to do to this nasty man!"
Glancing curiously at his face and wondering why he made no response, Maddy siphoned a long slow pull at the tip of the shaft, tongue-stabbing the eye at the center of the crown and forcing a groan from her man.
In unrehearsed choreography, the girls drove the bedeviled prick wild in two-way fellatio. While Candy mouthed the cap first and inflamed a million erotic nerves under the thick ledge of the glans, Madeline licked in lazy strokes up and down the barrel. Then they traded roles, and a hypnotized Jonas felt the building charge bubble deep in his groin. Again they switched.
"Oh-ohmigosh-gotta! GOTTA!" he screamed, helpless in the orgasm's build, and feeling a special delight tear at his gut to have his wife watch while another female sucked his about-to-explode cock.
"Yah-oh, Candy-yeah!"
Candy was out of control with her own emotions the second the first splattering of his semen struck the roof of her mouth. A totally unexpected rapture grabbed her at the feel of the pulsing cock barrel and the jetting bolts of cum and she was triggered into her own spontaneous climax.
Madeline watched the girl writhing before them, sure that Jonas must be totally captivated by the luscious creature who had just brought him such joy. She stole a furtive glance at the man and he was staring-not at Candice, but at her.
"Want you both!" he snorted, catching her eye and dragging violently to free himself from Candy's arms still locked around his hips.
In quick demanding moves, Jonas took command. No longer prisoner to the whims of the two females, he was their master.
For one brief protest, Candice tried to stop him. "You two do it!" she cried when Jonas dragged her across the prostrate figure of her aunt 'You and Aunt Maddy make love-let me watch!" she begged.
"Hell with that!" growled Jonas. Twisting their delectable curves to contorted positions that had their legs partially entwined and the cunty clefts mere inches apart, he mounted Maddy first.
"Damn you, Jonas!" she hissed, furious with herself that she both hated and loved his roughness and his domineering cool, that made him dare to help himself to both of them.
With sadistic calm, Jonas stroked his shaft deeply into his wife's vagina, stuffing her slowly and forcing her to squealing orgasm while he stiffened against coming himself. He ejected instantly, and a cock wet with Maddy's cum flow was crammed quickly into Candy. This time with the lubricant soaking the shaft, he buried himself totally in the girl's delirious cunt.
For wild minutes his phallic assault drove the two to a maniacal coital heat, lifting them to one orgasm after another while he held back his own finish, then shifted quickly to the other, even while the one just deserted still trembled in helpless after-spasms.
"Puh-please-give it-give it...," moaned Candy when he had driven her to three orgasms and had her brinking on the fourth.
"Jonas-stop!" shrilled Maddy, dragging abruptly back to self control. She saw the delight her husband took in his torture, and twisting, she ran her hand under his body to grip and jerk at the cock shaft, still not fully buried in Candy's vagina. Wondering at the land of competition she had made for herself, letting this gorgeous young niece become a ward of their home, Madeline massaged the prick barrel to force a finish to Jonas' hopscotch copulation.
"Wanta see it happen, Jonas!" she squealed. "Squirt your cum so's I can see it go up her!"
It spurred his wildest assault and he drove to the hilt, semen flooding deep in Candice's vagina and forcing climax crazed shrieks from the girl.
And then it was very quiet. For long minutes they lay, each clutching the other nearest and feeling the passion subsiding. When finally neither her aunt, nor her uncle seemed about to speak, it was Candy who stirred and rolled free of the clasping arms.
"I don't believe it," she whispered. "You both made it all so beautiful."
"Beautiful is as beautiful does," murmured Madeline. "You're more than either of us can resist, dear Candice."
A tremor ran through the girl's frame. "It didn't make you angry? I mean, Uncle Jonas putting his-you know-inside me?"
Maddy thought a minute. "Not angry-jealous, but not angry," she said in a low voice. She sighed softly and looked directly at her husband. "But it's honesty night and I've got to be honest, too. He's got a right to be angry and jealous with me, and anything else he wants. His Madeline hasn't always been as pure as he thinks with other men, so I got what I deserved." Jonas stared thoughtfully, but there was no surprise in his eyes. "Tom Jessup?" he asked.
Light golden hair moved gently as she nodded. "And a few others."
It wasn't the reaction Maddy had expected and certainly not what Candy had been led to believe was the usual "betrayed husband" response. Not a cry of cuckolded outrage, but a low throated bull-roar as a quick and very total erection shot upward. He threw himself across his wife's front and ramrodded his swollen penis into her pussy cleft and in swift, dizzying fury took her.
"Ohhh, Jonas, yehhss!" Her buttocks lifted from the carpet as she counterattacked against the male hardness. "Only you, Jonas-there's only you!"
It seemed forever before the two rolled apart from each other, and it was Madeline who reached to draw Candice close to her. Jonas, spent and exhausted, lay curled against Maddy's back, eyes closed and wondering where the frolic would move from this point. It struck him as odd that that decision was probably in the hands of the youngest of their triangle.
"I'd like to go to Pelbroke." She said it softly and without emotion.
"Pelbroke College?" Madeline straightened away from the curvaceousness of her niece's body and stared. "You want to go to my old school? But Pelbroke is almost all physical education types. Guys 'n gals who want to be coaches and professional athletes. That's not really what you want."
Candice nodded. "I've thought about it a long time," she lied. "It's selfish of me, but I've got a reason."
"Is it us?" Jonas' whisper was hoarse with fear as he propped to an elbow to look across Maddy's shoulder into the quiet expression of a subdued Candice. "You want to leave because of what's happened, don't you?"
'Tartly, maybe." No sign of guilt blinking in her eyes. "I just proved I don't mind bein' a home spoiler."
"Candy!" Maddy grabbed impulsively for the shoulder and hugged the girl to her. "You did nothing. We all invited it our own ways." Memory of the lesby turn-on for both of them hit her. "Is it what we did you and me?"
Dark hair moved quickly in vigorous denial. "I loved that. I love it both ways and that's partly why, too." She shifted to her knees and twisted her calves underneath. "Now that I know how wonderful you both make it for me, I'd need you both ways all die time. But that isn't the big reason."
"What is it then?" Jonas' eyes registered the shock of her announcement "I got the idea couple of days ago when I started watching the Olympics. You know how beautifully that Russian girl did winning her gold medal in gymnastics?"
"Olga?" Jonas cocked a curious eyebrow. "Outta this world performance!"
Candy nodded excitedly. "I've been thinkin' every time I saw her, and ever since the United States bombed out of the gymnastic competition-suppose we had a really good female gymnast there when the Olympics go to Montreal in 1976. I mean, someone with a full female bod, as well as someone who knew her gymnastics stuff."
"Drive the judges wild," smiled Maddy.
"Right!" Candy danced to her feet and strutted in youthful exuberance before the watching Jonas and Maddy, striking the impudent poses she had seen Olga Korbut use for her finales.
"That's a winner!" chuckled Jonas. There was an obvious twitching at her uncle's groin and Candy dropped to kneel beside them. "Pelbroke College is supposed to have the best gymnastics coach in the East," she hurried on, feeling her audience was with her at last. "Least, that's what your alumni magazine said last month."
"You really want to try to become an Olympic gymnast in four years?" Jonas' face registered his skepticism.
"Maybe I can't. But I'd like to try. Please!" Candy kneed between the two and clasped arms around them. "It just wouldn't be good for us for very long like this." This time there was a tear at the comer of her eye. " 'Cept for once in a while, three's a crowd, and I don't want to wreck it for us all."
Maddy caught Jonas' eye and saw the nod. "You know, you're a very wise doll, don't you, Candice Merriweather?"
"Uh-uhhh," she demurred. I'm an oversexed little witch, and I'm goin' to make lots o' trouble every place I go. I can feel it in me."
The arms that reached around her belonged to both her aunt and her uncle, but it was Madeline who spoke. "Come home lots and make trouble right here. Promise? May be kind of spooky for me to watch when it's Jonas you're with-and maybe spookier for him, if you ever want to play girls again, but I think it's good for us."
"Really?" Candy looked from one to the other, then caught at the fingers playing with the undercurve of her breast. She closed her eyes. "Whoever this is, gets me next," she whispered. "I don't even want to see who it belongs to. I just want to feel."
The arms that lowered her to the carpet were gentle. So were the fingers that cushioned under her shoulders as she was eased to her back. She counted the hands tenderly massaging her breasts and her pubic mound. Four. She felt lips at a nipple and lips low on her body at the same instant, and she knew. There would always be a very special welcome from her guardians on every visit home from Pelbroke.
CHAPTER TWO
Andrew Sanders stood naked before the full length mirror, fists knuckling on his narrow hips, chest expanded, and gut sucked in to accent the behavior of his penis. Jaw jutting in arrogance and legs widespread, he watched the ropey prick begin to respond to her stimulus.
She sat before him, legs crossed yoga style, expression meditative, but eyes bright with that special impertinence he had grown to detest in her generation. The unblinking glitter as she stared told Andy that this girl thought she had it made. And she almost did. She was beautiful; she was hot for him and she was a disaster. She was forbidden fruit, and three months before he had begun to help himself to the orchard. Besides being black, she was a Pelbroke student. The one student in his ten years as the college's gymnastics director who had gotten to him sexually.
"Whitey's gonna get it up." She never used his name when they were like this, and their intimacy had been at least once a day since she seduced him.
It was Aileen who had started the whole thing, Andy reminded himself whenever he had conscience problems about his sex play with a student. This time the reminder didn't help much. It was Andy who had asked her to stay behind after the other girls had left, to do some work on the balance beam. Aileen Maynard, co-captain of the Pelbroke Performing Gymnasts, always knew he was horny when he used that phrase. "Hangin' in there" was one of their very special ways of making love.
"You're quite the bod," he observed quietly, studying the mirror's reflection of her supple, dark-skinned back. Fixing on the flare of her hips and the smooth impudence of her ass, he grinned when she turned her face upward. "Haven't got much up front, but you sure have a tail," he teased.
"You haven't got much up front either, big man." Aileen crinkled her nose disdainfully then returned to her study of his gradual erecting. "Nothing left in the old man's basket"
She knew what any reference to age did to him, Andy stormed inwardly. It was one of his few gripes at life, but it was a big one to him. At thirty-five he was sickened by the way his plus thirty contemporaries let themselves go to hell physically. One of the big reasons he stayed with low paying Pelbroke was his pride in being the opposite in physique. Ever since his own gymnastics gold medal in the '56 Olympics, he had vowed never to let his body go to pot. It was a gift to be taken care of, shown off as a contradiction to the lads' ideas about paunch-bellied oldsters. And show it off he did.
Wearing only a snug chamois supporter at his groin for all his gymnastics classes, male and female, Andrew Sanders looked to one and all like a modem day Greek Adonis. The dramatic bulge of his genitals against the chamois always startled first time visitors to his gym classes, but the collegians, once used to the over development of his sexual parts, soon accepted that as their coach's one disproportion. The rest of him was perfect balance at every point-powerful shoulders, barrel chest, taut muscled arms and legs, magnificent torso toughened from the years of physical conditioning.
Aileen had been the first coed ever to make the overture to rouse him, and he never had understood his quick surrender. Perhaps, he reasoned, it was that she was the first black student and maybe he had a lanky twist for putting himself into a dark skinned body. That could have accounted for the mirrors he had installed after they began to play in his apartment bedroom. They could see every nuance of their intercourse from the sides and from the ceiling. But at the moment it was rendezvous in his office, deep in the recesses of the basement level of the gym.
"More like it," she mumbled as the prick flesh bent away from his groin and began to stiffen. "Why do they say black dudes have the big ones, you reckon?"
"Keeps it in the family," muttered Andy, fingering the climbing phallus and angling it toward the rich velvet of her lips. When all the excuses were kicked out and he tangled with truth, it was the magic of Aileen's fellatio that really drove him out of his mind wanting the girl. At least, at the start.
She had a special way of taking him when she clamped that maddening mouth tight to his shaft and began to suck him. He'd been taken that way by any number of white girls, but they were amateur compared to Aileen.
"Uh-uhnnhhh." Her snugly clipped Afro dodged to the side as he urged his pelvis to ramrod a now fiercely swollen prick toward her lips. "Wanta dangle on my dick this time," she demanded in soft determination. Her thin graceful fingers reached under his balls and caressed the sensitive testicle curve.
Sanders watched the .slender figure arch away as she stretched backward. Only the balls of her feet and the back of her head supported her body as she bent in a dramatic crescent form. Catching his lustful stare at the thrust of her barely developed breasts, she let her fingers drift to their tumid buds, crimson against the dark background. Her chest development was the one disappointment to Andy in her physique. Like most of his gymnast charges, she was devoid of the kind of front he liked most in a female and had long since given up expecting to see in his field. Fully formed women seemed to shy away from the gymnastic arts, but with everything else as it was with Aileen, what difference?
He stepped through the perfectly tapered legs and nudged forward into the valley of her thighs. He saw her head turn to the mirror. Aileen liked that sight just before their bodies merged.
"You gonna put that in me, whitey, or jus' look?"
He caught beneath her taut buttocks and lifted the girl tight against his upper thighs. Very special torture to feel her vaginal heat drift through the cunty lips and devil his crotch. His loaded balls rested on the soft down covering her pubic mound and the sensation of the silken nest almost brought him on.
"Grind it on the outside-betcha can't stand it," mocked his temptress.
Easing backward to bring his knobby cap against her pussy petals, he felt the thrill of the forbidden grab and command his body. No stopping now. He urged forward and there was a sharp little cry as his massive crown shoved through widespread cunt lips.
With practiced skill, he shoved the penis against the resistance of clutching quim muscles. Once entered, there was no withdrawal. No hurried pistoning to and fro, either. Steady, demanding penetration as his fingers tightened on her tail cheeks and dragged her onto his cock, still standing, legs widespread, he buried himself totally in her trembling body.
How she took all of him was mystery to Andy, but somehow she welcomed every inch deep in the recesses of a body which for all her twenty-one years, could have belonged to a child of twelve.
Neither spoke.
Her legs tightened in a scissors at his waist and that was his sign to release the support at her buttocks and let her dangle from his waist, fully mounted on his organ. It was part of the magic between them. The intense pulsing of his shaft against the sensitive walls of her vagina started the build toward climax. With neither visibly moving, they were caught in a rapture-dazed cycle that inevitably triggered orgasm. Whether it was the sight of Aileen's sensual, nubile body attached to his own, or whether some other stimulus, Andy was normally long-gone in short minutes of the bizarre stand-up coitus.
This time it was different, and he could feel it far inside the instant they were locked together. He wondered if her cocky self-assurance had turned him off. Her taunt about his age had insulted his ego, in spite of its playfulness, and that could be the sweat, he reasoned.
Gaping at their bodies in the mirror, it slammed home to Sanders' thoughts that for the first time in their romps, he'd had time to think. Irresistible the way the tremor needled down his spine and sent the lousy fear spreading through his gut. All he needed! Come up impotent playmate just once, and he could be in big trouble with Aileen.
She felt his hands shift from her buttocks to her hips and simultaneously there was a short pistoning jabbing. He clamped tightly to immobilize her response and began a staccato push-pull into her vagina, staring at their reflection in the mirror as he took her.
In swift seconds their crests were reached and as his ejaculation raced into her body, Andy crumpled slowly to his knees. That, too, was different. He liked to play the nonchalant comer. Blast his load and still keep his feet as if it hadn't really been all that big a deal.
Everything was different this round, and for the first time in their three months fun, Aileen was unsure of her man. She felt the sudden collapse of his prick shaft inside her body as he wilted with her to the rug and that, too, was a first. Andrew Sanders was a highly sexed male and rarely lost his steel from first to second act. She decided not to tease, but to praise.
"All the kittens liked your form on the balance beam today." She cuddled snugly against his side and ignored the wilted penis.
He found her nickname for her coed classmates annoying for some reason. "So what was so great?" he grunted. "Few walkin' handstands and a cartwheel."
"They like your inverted maneuvers, coach, sir," she persisted, ignoring the pique in his voice. "Your parts are very prominent that way."
He snorted in open annoyance. "They aren't a damned bit! Why d'ya think I use the elastic jock?" Privately Sanders knew what she meant. The chamois supporter with the elasticized liner drooped noticeably when he was upended.
Aileen clucked school teacher fashion. "Look at yourself next time in the mirror. You've got such a beautiful load of meat, your balls kinda groove out from your crotch when you're upside down. It's out of this world!"
"Yeah, well, I'll damn well get some other gear and start wearing it, if I show like that," he muttered. "Don't-oh, please don't!" There was genuine anguish in her look. "Everyone just loves the way you've got so much and don't hide it. Makes you so different than your creepy gen ... Her words died and Andy grabbed the last.
"My creepy generation?" he demanded. "That's what you were going to say-say it!"
"Okay." She leaned across him to look into his eyes. "So what's wrong, Coach Andy?"
"Us." He muttered it under his breath, barely audibly, wondering if she'd ever used "Andy" before.
She was silent for a moment, groping for a direction that would lighten the mood. Any tease was out, and she felt the chill between them. The warmth generated in the copulation had cooled like dew on her body, and she reached for her wraparound robe. "Guilty thoughts"
"Maybe." He shrugged into his terrycloth cover and slumped against the side of his desk. "I get thinkin' about fifteen hundred guys and gals at Pelbroke, and about two hundred faculty people, and how all of 'em trust me to go by the rules as a faculty prof...."
Her angry sniff stopped the monologue. "So, what's the rule about playing with darkies?" she stormed, jumping to her feet and cinching the sash at her waist. "That's really it, isn't it? You can just see the headlines now. 'Coach loves chocolate!' "
"Shut up!" He glared impatiently but cringed inwardly. "Why is it everything gets back on the racial kick when something gets tense? Fact is, I'm damned ticked off at myself for a lot of reasons. You, mostly."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that you haven't got a chance for that Olympic shot a few years from now. Not with Andy Sanders as your coach and lover boy."
"I don't believe that." But she blinked as she replied. The Montreal Olympics were her reason for being at Pelbroke. Disqualified in the Munich tryouts, determined to be the first medallist from America at Montreal, gymnastics had, till the two of them began to romp, been her eating, sleeping and breathing. From their first intimacy, Aileen's performance had begun to slip and she knew it. Missing her timing, sloppy in her events, and it was all from the trauma of stolen sex. It had to be the race thing, she told herself a score of times. In the first years at Pelbroke, she'd played with negro male students and it had worked just the opposite. Her performances on the rings and the bars were always superior after sex. Not so with her new playmate, who was also her coach.
Shrugging to close the conversation, she strolled indolently to Andy's office door and casually assessed the defeat she saw in the frame slumped against the wall. It would take very little to turn this beautiful specimen into a middle aged conservative.
"That's it, then," she murmured, feeling very tight inside as she said the words. "I want Montreal and a medal. You're the only coach who can get it for me. Peace."
With an airy wave, she opened the-door and hurried into the darkened corridor to the locker room.
A chastened Sanders listened to the fading of her footsteps, and when the door closed at the distant end of the hall, he shivered at the finality of the sound. It had been great and it had been gross, and for all the emptiness he felt in his gut, he felt relief. Close call and it would damned well never, but never, happen again.
And it didn't. Not for three long months. Not till the night he heard a faint sound from the Tumbling Room #4 as he was leaving a gym building he thought deserted.
"Be damned!" he muttered under his breath, turning down the blacked-out corridor of the second basement level toward a distant pin point of light. No one had asked for late hours permission for a practice room. Had to be one of his eager beaver hopefuls over from the dorm to try to work out a wrinkle in one of the routines. He'd better check, just to make sure.
Strolling unconcernedly toward the light, he found himself thinking again of Aileen. Maybe she was making another bid for reopening their relationship. For two months she'd kept the peace and made no play, but in the past week as he caught her once in a backward somersault from the high spring board, she'd whispered, "God, whitey, I need you!"
Sanders needed her, too-needed someone-most anyone after the months of celibacy. Now, nearing the door, he both hoped it was, and hoped it wasn't, the black, He'd have to have her, and that hadn't worked before, and wouldn't now.
He paused in the darkness and peered through the tiny square of glass into Tumbling Room #4, curious to watch before interrupting whomever of his students it was.
"Whaaatt the huh....?"
He'd seen the girl several times, standing quietly at the side of one of the gym areas, watching his class, never coming near to speak to him or to any of the guys or the girls, never leaving with any of them-just watching-like many of the daily spectators who just dropped by the gym. She'd: seemed older than the general run of his students, and he'd guessed her to be some local stack job just interested in watching nearly nakeds fling themselves about in the gymnastic routines.
"Be damned!" he gasped as the torrid body, clad in scanty bikini, dark hair flowing nearly to her hips, darted gracefully to the exercise horse, and without touching the center hand rungs, somersaulted easily over its four foot height. It was a maneuver dared only by the experienced of his gym classes, and Sanders was instantly enthralled by the naturalness of her performance.
If he was grabbed by Candy's seeming innate know how, he was intoxicated even more by her devastating body. She was walking directly toward him now, and he gaped from the sanctuary of his watching point at her breathtaking beauty. Firm, full breasts; wide, inviting hips; perfect taper to legs and arms and angel beauty in her face. But what, he wondered, persuaded this mystery female to want to endanger all that luscious ripe woman form in a high risk sport?
As if she read the mind of her unseen admirer, Candy moved under the uneven parallel bars, stooped to drag a tumbling mat into place, then stretched for the lower bar. A violent swelling charged Andy's slacks at the sight of her dramatic curves, and he was in total erection even before she had monkey-flipped to a beautifully balanced stand on the topmost of the twin bars. With absolute confidence, she pirouetted on the narrow beam, and as she twisted, full circle, giving him total appraisal of her figure again, Andrew Mellon Sanders felt his head go light with desire.
Before him, performing with all the polish of some of his best gymnastic students, showing all the discipline of the dedicated female athlete, was a girl he could respect as a potential candidate for the Olympic team he hoped to create at Pelbroke. All that meant nothing at the moment.
Looking at her perfect curves, he was utterly paralyzed by one-the curve of her love mound. His eyes blurred by woman want, Candy's pubic hillock seemed to pulse before his eyes. Overly developed mons-clear hint of oversexed female!
Confident he was safe in the darkness of the corridor, he gaped openly and edged closer to the tiny square of glass at the center of the door.
Toeing, ballet style along the length of the parallel beam, Candy's heart raced excitedly. After being by herself for more than a-month of lonely midnight practice sessions in the gym, Coach Sanders had finally made a late night check of the tumbling rooms. "Phase One" of her program to capture Sanders' special interest was about to be completed, and she knew that by the face of the man who thought himself unobserved outside the practice room door. Years of having heard the stealthy arrival of Uncle Jonas in the hall outside her bedroom had given Candy a very sensitive antenna to night visitors.
Turning gracefully at the tip end of the balance beam, she moved slowly back toward the middle, psyching herself for the swinging double somersault she'd rehearsed for this meeting. A curious itch tingled at the centers of her breasts, and she knew her nipples were cone hard and visible through the translucent pink of her bikini halter. Oddly, at this initial encounter with the man she hoped would become her mentor as an Olympic hopeful, she had been trying to keep her sexual thoughts low keyed.
No way.
Not with the remembered vision of the way Coach Andy had looked just the afternoon before, as he demonstrated technique to his class. Inverted on the parallel beam, his sexual parts looked enormous, even unaroused, against their snug chamois covering.
Poised now at the center of the beam, she raised her arms high above her head, balanced and positioning for the somersault to the lower beam. One bewitching second longer to ready for the maneuver-then, quickly, before nerve was gone, she launched for the other bar, turning in a beautiful full somersault to make contact with the lower bar at precisely the right point just above her pubes. Her forward thrust would spin her round the beam and she should drop neatly to her feet, if all went well. And it had a hundred times before. With a distant prayer, she launched.
"Oh!" Short piercing cry as disaster struck.
The first somersault was perfect, but something went wrong at point of contact with the low bar. The pain knifed low in the groin as the oak hardness of the beam ground at her mound and she spilled savagely spread eagled to her back on the mat, totally unconscious.
A shocked Andy Sanders charged into the tumbling room and raced to the prostrate figure, yelping as he ran, "You all right? You all right?"
Not a sound. He dropped to her side and groped her wrist feeling for the pulse. Hardly discernible! He leaned his cheek close to parted lips and waited terrified for the faintest sign of warm air. No proof she was breathing at all!
The panic button never felt closer to the horrified coach. He had to do something-get air to her lungs!-stimulate the heart beat!
Bending impulsively to her mouth, he pressed his lips to hers in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, frantically trying to remember how the pace of such first aid went. Was it one breath every ten seconds, then release-or once every thirty? Wasn't first aid also to massage the heart as he breathed the breath of life?
Her lips were warm and satin rich against his and yielded to his pressure with a kind of lush invitation, but Andy was a million miles from sensual thoughts.
The girl could be in mortal trouble and that was central.
His hand shot to her chest and breasts that, minutes before, had intrigued his lust, now seemed in the way as he tried to place his hand where her heart should be. Damned halter! He ripped the cloth away and placing the heel of his hand low at the cleavage of her breasts, began to massage in rhythm to his mouth resuscitation.
Candy's mind came awake long before her body.
As if it were some distant dream, she felt lips warm against hers, pressed tightly, breathing air so deep she could feel it far into her throat. Then a hand at her breasts-the shredded bikini halter-the massage of a . palm-then it came together. Coach Sanders was with her-she'd had an accident-he was trying to revive her.
A wave of phallic want flooded inside her and she knew what had to come, even before her return to breathing normalcy reached Andy's lips. The taste of his lips, the touch of his hand-no longer first aid! Candy had to have those lips and hands over all her body.
"Y'all right?" croaked the hoarse voice, as Andy backed away from the mouth contact to stare down at her face. Her eyes were still closed; the long lashes unmoving. No life signs in the rest of her body yet, but she was breathing evenly again. For the first time in long minutes, Sanders took a full breath. The girl was in no danger, simply knocked out from the impact with the floor.
With an awed feeling that he had been hasty in tearing away the halter, his attention was now helplessly riveted on what he had exposed. They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Perhaps too large by standards of that flat-chested female set he dealt with so much, but if she was an inch, she was a torrid forty inches of ripened exuberance, jutting and eager.
His cock which had gone soft the instant she struck the mat, was now in monumental erection and painful in his slacks. His hand had never left its position at her heart and now there was no controlling the urge to continue the massage.
"Miss?" he whispered, guilty at his real intentions. "Can you hear me, miss?"
Candy heard every syllable, felt every pressure of the wandering fingers and fought to contain the scream of desire trying to leap from her lips.
What possessed Sanders was more than the coach could begin to fathom or want to try, but suddenly he was on his feet, stripping his clothing. Only when he reached the snug elastic of his briefs, did reason grab in a last desperate effort and hold him momentarily.
"Hell ya doin'?" he gagged at himself, falling to his knees and trying desperately to control the wanting raging through his frame. He gawked at his crotch and his penis was so swollen the jockeys stood away from his body and with an impatient snort, he dragged them down to expose the naked prick shaft He leaned close to her face and tried to see some sign of awakening. None at all. She was in no danger, he was sure, but she was still out of it and could be for some time. The perfect chance to do what he'd always dreamed would be an unforgettable lark. Lay a woman while she was unconscious.
He pulled the bow on the bikini panties, and there was the sound of thunder in his head when he drew the cover away to expose her venus mound. Even more prominent than it had appeared as she posed on the beam.
His fingers caressed the curve and then, moving carefully, he spread her legs and slipped into position between them.
Her cunty cleft was a wild magnet to the dark cap of his cock, and when he pressed against it, all the madness of this impulse caper clobbered one final time. No stopping now! Not if the entire faculty of Pelbroke College should show at the door!
He shoved his erection through the tender quim flesh and felt the instant clasp of resistant vaginal muscles.
Thrusting forward, eyes fixed on her face for any sign of consciousness, his hands went to her breasts and cupped tightly over the maddening globes. Then, leaning close, he pressed his lips to her mouth and began the steady rhythm of copulation.
Candy was in rapture heaven. The instant her panties were slipped from her body, she knew what was going to happen. Impossible to believe that mild mannered Coach Sanders would ever dare. Especially, to a woman he had not even met! But he was daring. Hard and huge, his cock was penetrating her labia.
Fighting to conceal the regained consciousness, she felt the heavenly horny tissue stuff slowly into her cunt.
In gentle pumping strokes he ground into her, driving deeper, and touching erotic nerves she never had felt The hands on her breasts were at her nipples, and the impulse to scream her joy was almost overwhelming.
In furious, slashing gobs the cum flew deep, rushing so out of control she felt the flood of hot semen back up, and drool warmly down the outer pussy flesh.
Abruptly he was done and quickly he removed himself. The feel of his still rock-hard penis withdrawing was more then she could stand. He saw her eyelids flutter and her lips move slowly and wondered if his ejaculation, or his orgasm cry, or maybe his touch had brought her to consciousness.
Fighting the flare of fear, he barely made it from between her legs to her side when her eyes opened. "Whuhh-where-who are you?"
He looked worriedly into her eyes, vast relief flooding at the knowledge she hadn't apparently felt a thing of what he'd done to her. "I'm Andrew Sanders, one of the coaches. You hurt yourself-fell from the beam," he added lamely, quailing under the directness of her stare.
Her hands darted to her naked breasts and her eyes went wide at the missing halter, then her fingers drifted slowly to her crotch. "My-things...." she whispered, eyebrows arched in confusion. "Where are my...."
Andy choked his explanation. "Had to check for bones-you know, broken bones." Wondering if he was believed, he hurried on, "You hit top and bottom of your body-very hard!"
It sounded ridiculous to him as he said it, but her look said she accepted it as the truth.
"Ooohhh-I do have a hurt here."
Her fingers rested at the crest of her pubic mound and she seemed totally unembarrassed at her nudity before a man. "Could you check here for me, Coach Sanders?"
He shifted quickly when her head turned, lest she see the state of his groin, but the twist sent his turbulent erection charging unexpectedly against the outer curve of her hip. He jerked violently to get the offender out of her line of vision but she appeared not to have noticed. Her hand rubbed the top of her mons.
"I think I banged that old low bar at the wrong place when I somersaulted," she groaned. Her eyes were pleading. "Could you maybe check me?"
Every last vestige of self-control was shot away from Andy when he obeyed the plea and carefully pressed the top curve of her pubes.
"This where it hurts?" he asked, fighting to contain the tension in his voice.
"Ummmhh," she murmured. "Maybe if you just massaged it, it would help." Her fingers caught his wrist and pressed down to force his hand into a gentle rotating action. "Ohhh, that does help!" Her eyes were glassy and fixed on his lips now, as her hand slipped across the curve of her thigh and he saw her fingertips find his semen overflow.
"Maybe you better do what you were doing before," she whispered. "My breathing isn't too good again."
The dawning came quickly to Andy. She remembered! Everything else that had happened, she must remember with absolute clarity, if she remembered the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
He fought a short battle with himself, trying to recapture a sense of responsibility, wanting a reason for fearing this beautiful girl-but nothing worked. He wanted-she wanted-why not?
When he hesitated, her fingers scooped along her inner thigh and collected a sparkle of the expelled semen. Watching his reaction, she pressed the semen to a turgid nipple and rubbed it brazenly around the dark aureole-then did the same to the other breast.
Her fingers went to her mouth and she licked the rest of the cum from each tip and when she was finished, her tongue darted impishly at him.
"Give me more mouth-to-mouth first aid," she begged, and he bent quickly to obey, feeling her hand creep to his waist and then below as he kissed her.
This time the mouth-to-mouth was different. Her tongue speared through his lips and stabbed back and forth in simile of the male organ in coitus. Answering the thrusts with his own, he fought a tongue duel for seconds with this stranger whose name he didn't even know.
When her fist clamped tightly to his cock shaft and pulled, there was no doubt of her wanting. "You felt it all when I did it before, didn't you?" he accused, breaking the contact of their lips.
"'Course I didn't!" she lied. "Whatever are you talkin' about, Coach Sanders?"
"This!" He rolled lightly across her leg and quickly locked their bodies.
"Gorgeous!" panted a delirious Candy, urging against the invading prick and lifting lovely legs, in reflex to the impaling, to lock tightly around his waist.
The tempest took them in a mad whirlpool of coital abandon and for uncontrolled minutes they drove at each other, Candy's cuddly voluptuousness grinding against the tough athletic frame, his body straining to thrust more of the thick cock into a tunnel that seemed only able to take half his length. She loved the frantic jabbing and reached round his neck to drag his lips close to hers as the passion between them mounted.
The symbolism of what she did needed no interpretation when her stiffened tongue again dove through his lips and matched the cadence of his thrusting below. Altogether inflaming to feel her warm flesh-dart playing penis in his mouth while she took his stud length in her vagina. In a tight ball of love they rolled together on the mat and their orgasms raced as one, swelling from far inside, charging for the surface, then whipping and punishing them with the wonderful paralysis of coming-one body, one climax, one total frenzy.
When the crest had passed and the last drops had blasted deeply into her, they lay tightly clasped, staring wonderingly into the other's eyes, neither daring to speak for long minutes.
"Thank you" spasms rippled gratefully from low on her tummy into the quivering gut of a once again uncertain Andy. He had done the forbidden before-never with a total stranger. Hell, the girl could be family to one of his faculty members, for all he knew, and the thought ground at his gut. Still, he made no effort to break contact, and if his thoughts were in turmoil, at least part of his body wasn't. His phallus still held its iron deep in the sweet warmth of her love tunnel.
When she began to pulse slowly, he matched her movement, and their bodies were again in coital urgency. He contained the desire to plow deeply into the girl and stroked his cock in a steady, ever quickening pace, feeling it slither further and further into her cunt. This time, when she orgasmed, he steeled himself not to come as her body began to convulse. Through one-two, and almost through a third gasping finish she humped maniacally at the penis, now nearly buried in her vagina, trying to force his coming.
"Do!" she panted. "Do, damn you! Ohhh, I need you so!"
No phoniness there. Her eyes, her expression and her body frenzy made it plain she was crazed for want of the flesh cramming her. His charge poured in a wild rush, blasting a hot ejaculation far into her depths and forcing the happiness to spill from her lips in desperate little cries.
"Who are you?" he demanded when they rolled apart.
The question was apparently the last thing she expected, and a happy giggle answered the seriousness on his face. "I am Candice Merriweather," she replied when his scowl told her he was impatient with girl sound.
"Student here?"
She nodded. "Freshman. You've seen me before. Don't pretend you haven't."
"You're the girl who hangs around every so often when the tumblers are working out, right?"
Again the nod. "And they're not why I hang around, either."
"Why, then?"
"You." She said it matter-of-factly, and coiled to her side to look directly into his eyes. He noticed the delicious slope of her breasts as she rested on an elbow and fought the temptation to trace her body line to where they had just been linked.
"You're getting an erection again," she observed with a smug tone.
Time to shake her out of the complacency and he shifted quickly to an elbow to glare, "So? That what this was all about? The half-baked gymnastic bit; the pretend hurt-to get me an erection?" Out of the corner of his eye he caught the steady climb of his penis. "Coulda just asked," he grunted.
"Not what it's all about at all," she said in a low voiced intensity. "But it should be." She was staring at his cock. "What's more important than that gorgeous happening right there?"
He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her face upward. "So, what is it then? Why were you trying to make like an acrobat?"
"Because I want to become one. I listened from the sidelines, learned what I could from what you taught the other kids and then," she sighed in defeat, "tried to impress you that I was a natural gymnast"
"You're kidding! Why?"
"I want to get good enough to make the Olympics next time, and you're the one who has to get excited enough to try to make me that good."
He whistled softly. "You mean, you did all this-nearly killed yourself in a stunt I don't let anyone try for at least two years training, just to get me excited about your potential?"
The dark hair was devilishly sexy as she nodded, and he followed its bounce along the sleek sloping of her shoulder. 'Will you take me on as a team member and let me take my chances?"
Gutsy was the only word for the girl, and chortling delightedly at the kind of moxie he'd just listened to, he shoved to an upright position, grateful his cock had collapsed again so he could concentrate on the problem at hand.
"Forget it," he advised. "You're a fine little athlete already, but you're not the gymnastic type."
"Why?" Her eyes were stormy black as she leaped to her feet. "I am the gymnastic type! You saw-you said so!"
Feeling the emotion in her response, Sanders sensed it was no place for tease, and he kept his expression sober. "You have got too super a body for this kind of sport. Your breasts, your legs and, damn it!-everything is too large-you-well, you should be about one-quarter the size upstairs there."
"Who says?" The sparks were almost visible. "I can control every muscle just as good as your skinny types, and I look lots better doing it. Now, tell the truth, don't I?"
"Of course, but I...."
"But is not going to win the United States its first gold medal in gymnastics at Montreal! It's my bust and my body and my performance that's going to do it!"
She snatched her panties from the floor and stepped quickly into them, then grabbed her halter and stooped to fit the explosive boobs into the cups. When she straightened, an awed Sanders was in full erection and uncaring.
"That is just beautiful," he muttered. "And this is what's going to happen to me and every guy in the gym when you're working out."
"It's what's also going to happen to the judges in Montreal in 1976, if I make the team," answered Candy.
"You're really serious?"
She nodded slowly, but said nothing more.
"Show me what kind of condition you're in then. You pass one test."
"Anything! Try me at anything."
Full push-ups. Do me twenty-five full push-ups--the legal way. No belly sag; no cheatin' with the elbows."
It was impossible to contain himself at the sight and he made no effort to hide his response. He watched the trembling tension in Candy's luscious body as she lowered herself, then pushed to full arm height from the rug. With each push-up he was intrigued by the mounting hardness in her nipples. The points were taut and bold against the snug halter. And in that position! It should be turn-about and she should be flat on her back with him doing the pushups above her. Hard and straight! Ramrodding into her darling cunt on each down thrust. He knew there was no way he could turn away her request, no matter how hopeless it seemed that she could become a competing Olympic gymnast.
"Twenty-five-there! Let's see you match it, Mister Coach!"
She swung to a sitting position and her eyes were taunting. "Since you're a pro, we make it tougher for you."
"Sure, why not?" Sanders was already in the position for his first push-up when she appeared, again nude, on hands and knees at his head.
"Now, stay right the way you are one more minute!" she commanded.
"What you goin' to do?" He watched her roll to her back and begin to slither head first under his body between his arms.
"Arch yourself more," she ordered when she had reached the midpoint of his torso.
He could feel his cock barrel brush her silken hair, and her intentions began to get through. "No fair!" he protested, not meaning it to be believed.
Her body wormed toward its target and he gawked as her narrow waist and wild hips slithered beneath his line of vision. He focused on the navel, but only for a second before it, too, moved past. Then her vee was before him and he gagged, "God, that's beautiful!"
"Calm down!" she chided, and he was vividly aware that his cock-crown was brushing her throat Directly under his chin was her mound, disappearing into a shadowy valley between her tightly pressed thighs. When he went down on his push-up, he would dip directly against her sex center!
A surge of sultry need took Candy; swept her from her tip to toe at the madness of Sanders' hard-on, tucked under her chin and pressed against her throat It would be wild torture for him and wilder for her to force him to do the push-ups while she kept his penis lodged just inside her mouth.
"Ready?" she demanded with maddening innocence.
"Any time!" grunted Sanders, unable to tear from his preoccupation with her most intimate place. A strange sense of challenge grabbed him as he stiffened his frame to lift his buttocks higher, knowing it gave her total view of loaded balls and reaming prick.
If she wanted his self-control while he did the pushups, then she could damned well show it too.
"Go!" she whispered.
He lowered his body and whirlpool of sensual madness swept him when he felt his cock crown press the oval of her mouth. He fought against lowering further.
"You weren't all the way down yet," she taunted when he lifted quickly.
He gaped at the intoxicating movement of her hips and the visible pulsing of her love mound directly in line with where his face would be at the low point of the push-up.
"No way!" he grunted.
"'Course there is! You keep tellin' your classes all the time! Discipline-right? Self-control, coach! Show me!"
Candy had been sure when he first vetoed her want to try out for the team that the campaign was over. Everything that followed, her push-ups, her challenging him, had been anti-climactic for the girl. She was certain she was out-out because of her body. If that was it, she would make one chauvinist pay the price! Before Coach Andrew Sanders left his gym this night, he'd squirt every drop of his sweet honey and she could already taste his next load. She'd scooped some from her thigh and it was heaven. Tart, sweet and sticky on her tongue. What it would be when, he'd drop his cool doing the push-ups and let it fly straight down her throat!
She strained upward from the mat to stab an impudent tongue at the grossly swollen cock-tip that hovered an inch above her face.
Andy tightened his buttock cheeks and slowly lowered for the second attempt. This time when the cap touched her parted lips, he continued to lower his frame, feeling the crown go entirely into her oral port. It was a feeling like no other he'd ever known. Not from Aileen, not from any other female who'd practiced fellatio on his organ.
The instant his conical cap speared into her lush lips, her mouth clamped shut around the fat, protruding ledge. Simultaneously, her tongue swirled around the bedeviled corona, slurping lushly-once-twice the number of push-ups he'd done so far.
Abruptly her lips opened and she spewed his-dripping phallus into the open. "Number three coming up!" Her voice was mocking. "But you didn't get your head as far down as your hips!" Her lower body writhed and there was nothing subtle in her brazen invitation.
This time he resolved to return in kind and lowered his body deliberately, caught up in the game and eager for her lips on his prick cap. The moment his organ was prisoner inside her mouth for the maddening count of her tongue, he lowered his face and pressed hotly against Candy's love mound. Instantly her pelvis urged upward and he felt the firm mons veneris rise to his kiss. Hastily he licked across the curve, spearing at the pussy flesh as she licked lushly on his cock crown, "One-two-three...."
"Four comin' up!" he barked when he hovered in position above her again.
This time when he lowered, he eased forward slightly and let himself down-directly into the meeting place of her thighs. A hint of softly scented invitation touched his nostrils as he nuzzled hotly against her cunty slit and felt the love lips yield.
"Ohhhh!" Her moan was muffled against the penis crammed in her mouth and it was Andy who counted this time.
"One-two-three...." each count accompanied by his tongue spearing through her quim gates while Candy licked in cadence around the circumference of his glans. "Four!" he gasped.
So it went through twenty torturous push-ups, both somehow steeling themselves to the seduction, Candy feeling the warning pulsations of impending climax and slowing her munching fellatio, lest she make him come before she was ready. With exactly the same sensitivity, Andy felt the warning of her over-sensitized clitty and slowed the tongue strumming, determined to show her he could meet the challenge of twenty-five push-ups on her terms.
The twenty-fifth was at hand and just before he went down, he caught their reflection in the mirrored wall. Fantastic animal abandon between their bodies-his arched in muscled power above her, stallion length jabbing threateningly toward her sweet face; hers straining unafraid from the mat to present her charms to his whim. Andy knew in that instant she was a woman he would never get out-of his system.
Neither knew later whether it was Candy or Andy who lost control in the final push-up. The instant his cock went between soft lips he was driven with desire to see how much her oral port could take of his hardon. Easing downward, he felt the fat crown brush the roof of her mouth, then slither on, lubricated by her saliva flow, licked furiously on its under surface by a tongue that dared it to go further. Happy little inarticulate cries rose deep in her throat, and when he started to withdraw, her hands clamped tightly to his buttock cheeks to immobilize his escape. Her mouth tightened on his horny barrel , and it felt for all . the. world to Andy as if he were buried deep in a snug vagina.
His lips dove hungrily against the peach-pink pussy flesh and he splayed the girl's sex wide to his wanting. With thirst-run-wild he tongued deeply into the furnace hot vagina, burrowing feverishly against her sweetly scented crotch to strum passionately against the turgid clitoris. It felt to him, as he circled the clit muscle with his lips, as though Candy had completely engulfed his barrel and now was sucking out of control with herself.
"Mmmhh-Mmmmhh!" Her vulva quivered madly against his lips and the hot wash of her spunk flow bathed his tongue as she let herself go in climax.
"Ohhh-baby-yess! Yes!" His orgasm took him, and he was frozen in the madness of ejaculation as her lips siphoned to take everything he had to give.
Their bodies intertwined like pretzels, as any pretense at push-ups dissolved and the two gave themselves to frenzied oral love of spewing cock and spasming cunt, both trapped in the rapture of the other's beauty, and neither wanting the madness to end.
At last their convulsions slowed and the ecstasy began to dissipate. For long moments neither could release the other's body and they simply gripped the taut muscles as the wild vibrations eased away.
She held his softening prick deep between her lips and her tongue was still laving to and fro, as if trying to stir it to new awakening.
Andy could never remember a more possessed feeling. The girl licked lushly along the collapsed penis tissue and made murmuring sounds of appreciation. He stirred, and twisted his head to rest his cheek against the smooth turn of her thigh and lay staring at the palpitating labial flesh at the entry to her vagina, darker now than it had been when he first nuzzled into the cunt and moist from the mingling of his saliva and her spunk flow.
He leaned slightly till his lips brushed the delicate love center and there was an instant tremor through her lower regions. No pelvic thrust to invite him again, but no stiffening to resist either. Wanting to see how fast she could respond from the spent state of having come in five rapid-fire climaxes, he tongued gently through the portal.
"Huh-uhhhnn," she protested in a half whisper, and he shifted instantly across the curve of her inner thigh and pressed a warm, moist mouth to the target.
"Pretty pussy," he murmured. "Little thank you ,.."
The instant he found the softened nubbin of. her clit, the electricity rippled against the invading tongue and he felt the tiny love trigger stiffen to taut awareness.
This time he licked lushly and slowly, savoring the gradual build-up of her passion, tracing from point to point on her body with curious fingers to see how her madness mounted. She made no protest when he slid his flaccid penis from her lips and wriggled to a better point for his play.
It welled slowly in Candy this time, but it welled deeply and totally. His fingertips felt it in the surge of her nipples to turgid fullness, in the undulating of every muscle of her torso as her body welcomed his conquest.
The low throated moan of abject surrender was the only warning that her orgasm was sweeping. Then she was a sea of frenzied female. Legs and arms thrashing against the storm of climax, breasts heaving and head thrown back as if she was trying to escape the power of it, she let herself go. And then abruptly, it was very quiet in Tumbling Room #4.
She curled away from him in a tight ball of trembling flesh and muscle and when he reached an arm around her shoulder she shrugged the affection away.
"Do you show me home, or do I find my own way out?" she asked in a low voice filled with disappointment.
"What the hell's that mean?"
"You're not going to give me a chance at it, are you? I mean, the Olympic training."
"Says who?"
"You practically did with that bit about my being too much woman for all that danger."
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"Still think so."
Candy shoved slowly to a sitting position, and this time there was no fight in her eyes. "Anyway, thank you. It was worth it."
"Hope you'll think so in Montreal," he muttered. Her comprehension had a two second lag and then his meaning slammed home. "You mean that?" she demanded. "You'll give me a chance?"
"Even coaches can change their minds." He reached to grab her wrist and shifted to a sitting position at her side. "And I just think maybe you've got the stuff to make it."
Her arms flew around his neck and she hugged him in impetuous wildness. "Thank you! Oh, thank you. I won't make you sorry, honest!"
He felt his flesh charging at his groin and drew himself quickly from the embrace. "This is one thing that's out!" he snorted, jumping to his feet. "If there's a better damned way to wreck a coach-student relationship, I don't know what it is."
The radiance was suddenly gone from her face. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Never more."
Thoughts tumbled wildly through Candy's mind. Had he had some gross experience that had made him so set against sex as any part of the athlete's life? "But what'll we do-I mean, how'll I hide what I feel now-oh, damn it, Andy...."
"That's out, too, Candice!" His whole manner had stiffened in one sizzling second's change-from lover to loner. "From now on, it's got to be Coach! The first name bit is out!"
"I understand," she said softly, reaching for the tumble of her bikini halter and panties. "I'll try to behave."
CHAPTER THREE
Candy got a mixed reception in the class for "Special Gymnastics", the tag given the dozen males and ten females hoping to earn berths on the Olympic team three years hence.
To the males, the sensationally stacked brunette with the dimensions unseen among female tumblers before, was a fantastic addition. The required beige colored leotards seemed to present her nude before the gawking dozen, and the eager response of bulging crotches, shortly after her arrival on the gym floor, served notice on Coach Andy Sanders that the new girl was trouble.
The other females of "SG," as the training group was called, were instantly hostile. Her happy-go-lucky disposition; her native skill on the gymnastic equipment, and worst of all, her devastating figure with the superb breasts and the seething torso, was unwanted competition. Not that the females of the class were ugly specimens. Every one was as petite and supple bodied as Aileen, and every one of them had a subtle sensuality in every line, honed and chiseled by their chosen sport. And all, like their black co-captain, had a highly developed interest in sex that made them sharply aware of the male response to the new kid in the gym.
"She wears falsies," whispered one sabotage effort. But when Candy stood poised and stretching at the jump board, tumid nipples thrusting against the cotton bra and through the leotard, proved her twin beauties were pure woman flesh.
"She'll quit first time she falls," predicted another hostile female after the first day.
The very next practice session, Candy spilled unceremoniously to the floor on a flip over the vaulting horse, landing off the mat and momentarily stunned by the crack on the head. Twenty worried faces peered down from the circle surrounding her when the room stopped spinning.
"Aren't I awful?" she demanded, smiling at the expressions she saw above. "Did I dent the floor?"
Instant popularity.
Beautiful she was, but totally unaffected. And week by week the sounds of jealousy from the female corner began to fade and a new note crept in. The girls were secure again, safe in the certainty that the new one had no designs on any of the class's males many of them had already chosen. She made no pretense of her infatuation for the coach, a feeling shared by all the others. Most of all, she was a born leader, but didn't make the effort to steal the leadership role from those already picked. For that co-captain Aileen liked her specially.
"She's a knockout!" breathed Tommy Randall, standing beside his teammate Art Taylor and watching from the seclusion of the draped window of the refresh room off the gym floor. The two had contrived the need for a rest the night before in their dorm room when they discussed Candy's upcoming solo performance the next afternoon.
"Sonofabitch, Sanders is so hot on his celibacy kick, and I'm about to shoot in my pants, just lookin' at that broad!"
Art had rolled over on his cot to stare in the darkness in the direction of his roomate's bed. "Hell, man, no need to get all uptight. Do like I do. Flag it whenever you need to unwind."
"Can't," muttered Tommy. "Got to be lookin' right at some doll to get my kicks jackin' off."
"No sweat, man!" chuckled Art, who had entertained private thoughts for his roommate for more than a year. "Tell you what. We split for the resting room when group practice is over and Candy-baby is up on her solo performance. Helluva way to get the kicks! We'll both ogle her titties and jack off at the window."
Now the moment was at hand and a self-conscious Tommy, awed by the brazen display of his roommate s prick, still had not peeled his hard-on from the painful trap of his gym shorts as they stood in the shadows.
"Think she'd like mine, ole buddy?" demanded Art, edging slightly from the cover of the heavy drapes and calmly stroking his thickened penis in the direction of the girl on the high parallel.
"Man, she'll see it, if you go any further!" hissed Tommy.
"C'mon, get it out!" chortled Art. "Let's do it at her!"
The guts to do it finally came and gaping at the girl doing cartwheels along the thin beam, Tommy began to masturbate, self-consciously aware of his buddy's stare as he pumped.
"Never get any kicks that way, man!" hoarsed the bisexual Art. "Here, let me show you style!" He grabbed at the jutting barrel and startled Tommy f stared at the take-over, but did nothing to stop it.
Unknown to the pair, Candy's sharp eyes had picked up the action at the resting room window the instant Art had stepped briefly from cover. Even preoccupied with her solo performance with the class, she was able to catch the occasional glisten of aroused male flesh and the sight of it spurred her to even more daring exhibitionism.
"Hey, buddy-you do me, too!" panted an excited Art, overcharged by his first chance to touch his roommate's sex organ. "Let's both fly over the witch!
Seemed harmless, and heady with the sensation of another fist pumping his phallus, Tommy grabbed for the long narrow cock-shaft thrusting inches from his hip. They pumped furiously at the performer on the parallel bars and safe from observation by any others of the class, Art edged them from the cover of the drape.
"Ooops! Dam!" Candy landed on two feet in a totally ungraceful return from the high bar and squatted in dejection. I'm sorry, Coach Andy! I had it down just perfect yesterday," she mourned, walking dejectedly toward her teacher.
"Know you did, Candy. What happened?"
"Dropped my cool," she lied.
The truth was she had caught a clear view of the pair in the resting room window just as Tommy reached his crest and shot a load of milk-white cum against the glass. Almost simultaneously another ejaculation had whipped from Art's cock and the sight was devastating. Two months since her wild romp with the coach and no sex, except her nightly self play.
She was gripped by a needling certainty as she went to the girls' locker room with her closest friend from the female segment of the team. "Come sleep with me tonight, can you, Jan?" she asked the cute platinum blonde beside her. "I'm scared about a couple of things and I need to talk 'em out."
"Chicken on the high bars, I bet," consoled Jan, tucking a hand in the hollowing of Candy's bent elbow. "Sure, I'll come stay-after I come watch the boy's special squad practice."
"Special squad?" Candy shook her head. "That human pyramid five? They'll be hangin' around all night and, oh please, Jannie-I need to talk to somebody." Okay-be over about nine. Really important, huh?".
"Really important."
She looked over her shoulder at the pair looping on the stationary rings hanging from the gym ceiling. "See those two characters. They're part of what's important."
"Tommy and Art?" Jan giggled spontaneously. "That Tom Randall is so long-gone on your bod. He got the most gigantic hard yesterday lookin'. I know. He didn't know I could see, but I did."
"He got another one today and did something about it," replied Candy. "Or almost did. Tell you tonight"
One low light was the only illumination in her bedroom as the girls lay side by side later that evening.
"You really saw them jerking each other off, Candy?"
"I saw it fly, Jan!" She shivered involuntarily. "It was such a waste and it was lots worse than that"
"What could be worse?"
"The way they looked when they were helping each other. Y'know, Coach Andy is so gung-ho on this no sex bit, he could be making a whole gay male side to his boy team."
Jan curled cozily against the softness of Candy's shoulder and for several seconds said nothing. "Maybe there's worse things than that," she whispered.
The shock came gradually, but when it reached her, Candy reeled. It never had occurred that pretty Jan, the darling of half a dozen males of Pelbroke, had anything but heterosexual interests. When the exploring fingers crept across the curve of Candy's breasts, they found the nipples at the center flat and unresponsive, but she knew.
"Angry, Candy?"
"Huh-uhhh. 'Suprised, maybe, but not angry." Inwardly she felt a strange thrill mounting and remembered the play Aunt Madeline had begun that night long ago. Was it only six months since?
"Ever been touched by another girl before?" cooed-Jan, resting on an elbow and studying the drama of Candy's front.
"Never," lied Candy, lowering her voice to hide the tremble. "Isn't it unnatural?"
There was a sudden bounce of the mattress as Jan leaped from the bed, hurried to the study room adjoining without a word.
"Jan!" Candy was sure the remark about "unnatural" had brought a violent turn-off from her new friend and dashing through the darkness, she caught the glimmer of platinum blonde hair just as Jan opened the door to the dorm hall. "Don't go!" squealed an alarmed Candy, catching Jan's naked waist and twisting her back into the room. "Please, don't leave!"
She pulled the smaller girl close to her front and circling the small of her back with affectionate arms, tugged her tightly against her body. "I didn't mean it like it sounded."
Ummmmmhh, I like!" murmured Jan, burrowing her head against the rise of Candy's breasts. "I wasn't leaving-just hangin out the signal." She waved the black and gold kerchief the gymnasts wore on their right shoulder in pre-game ceremonies, then without breaking their embrace, she reached behind her to open the door and flicked the silk scarf over the outside knob.
"Signal?" Candy's head was light with the headiness of new adventure, and with the feeling of Jan's soft cuddliness.
"You'll see, soon enough. C'mon, let's go back."
Hand-in-hand the girls moved through the study room to the bedroom.
"I liked what you did, Jan, and I lied a little," Candy said.
She told about the introduction to play she had had from Aunt Madeline and Uncle Jonas. "Maybe, 'cause it was family, I didn't want to admit it," she concluded.
"Did you like it from man or woman most?" Jan's hand was again resting across a very disturbed breast and her fingertips lay motionless on the taut cherry. She made no move to excite the nipple more, and that itself was inflaming to Candy.
"Ooohhh-honestly, I have to say I liked Uncle Jonas' love most."
"Does he have a big organ?"
"Horrendous!" Candy shivered at the memory. "You know, he's never been able to get all of it inside me."
"Somebody else has a beauty, I bet"
"Who?"
"Our prime stud of the tumbling mats-who else? Coach Andy. Don't tell me you haven't seen the way his is. I'm just dyin' to see him lose control of himself some, day."
Candy wondered where their friendship would be if Jan knew that she was lying next to a female who had seen her coach idol lose control. "Maybe it's the padding in his supporter," she giggled.
"Are you kidding? It's for real. One time when he was doing a hand stand on the rings with cutie-pie Aileen standin' next to him to steady the rings, he started to get it up. Like wow! Did he flip off the rings! We think he's got the hots for her." Jan sighed. "No diff. He wouldn't dare. He's our master sweetness and-light, and keep-your-zippers-up, boys!"
It was a topic Candy wanted to abandon. As she had talked on about Sanders, Jan's hand had slipped from Candy's breast and now it was turnabout. "I'd love it if I could hold you," she whispered, cupping an arm across Jan's shoulder.
There was a low sound of the outer door opening in the other room and she snatched her hand back as the soft tiptoe of unexpected guests reached her.
"Who's there?" she called tremulously, remembering the warning from the Pelbroke administration about leaving dorm rooms unlocked at any time.
"Us," came the soft chorus of voices from the darkened study room. "Did you tell her, Jan?"
"Not yet."
The dim light on the stand beside her bed came on as Jan answered, and simultaneously four pretty faces appeared at the entry to the bedroom. All gymnast teammates.
"Tell her now," said Aileen Taylor, moving across the room to the bed and motioning the others to follow. Candy remembered the remark Jan had made moments before about the black girl and the Coach, but there was no time for speculation on that now.
"You see, we took a vote and decided we all like you," said Jan. "In fact, we're kind of mixed up, because we all like you, but we all kind of hate you, too."
"Why?" asked Candy, voice small with confusion.
"'Cause of the way the guys look at you."
"They look at you," defended Candy, "and everyone of you is so cute and sexy I could scratch your eyes out!"
"Maybe we ought to let her try," said another voice. "She's got goodies I'd like to get my hands on."
"That's what this is all about, Candy," Jan interjected. "When these witches heard I had a bundling invite from you, they wanted in."
A tumble of thoughts spilled through Candy's mind and she couldn't sift them to make sense of the night visitation. Were the girls barging into let her know officially she was accepted? Were they maybe here to see her in bed with a girl who must be known for lesbian tendencies? Was it maybe a jealous trap? But then, it was Jan's own act to hang the kerchief on the door and welcome the intruders.
Aileen's lovely face was inches away from her own, and breathlessly, Candy waited for her to speak.
"You know I'm the team co-captain." It was said quietly and unboastfully. "I'm spokesman then. We like you. We're probably all very jealous of your bod, but jealous or not, we all want your happiness as much as our own. Just remember, if you're one of us for real, then from this minute on you have to put away every inhibition and give every bit of yourself for your new friends."
"I like that," murmured Candy. "I want to."
"Then, we have come to welcome and initiate you to our group."
Jan motioned to one of the girls who hurried from the bed to the study and returned quickly with a strange armload. Several small transparent vials filled with fluids of amber and ruby and gold colors; towels and a tiny sheath, the contents of which were hidden.
The room was silent as pillows from her bed and throw pillows from the davenport in her study were tossed onto the rug at the center of the bedroom.
"Come!" beckoned one of the girls, and clasped her hand to lead her to the impromptu bed in the center of the tiny circle of provocative, naked female bodies. It was then that Candy sensed the profound sensuality of the setting they had created. No escaping the obvious interest of everyone from Jan to Aileen to the other three in her nudity. Her escort caught an arm around Candy's hip and lowered her across the deep cushions and there was only silence as she lay before them on full display. She was conscious of a tingling deep in her breasts and in her vagina, and knew her nipples must be advertising the state of her emotions.
"We have come to anoint our new friend," whispered a distant voice and out of the comer of her eye, Candy saw the vial in Jan's hand, another in Aileen's, then turning, saw that each of the girls held some of the mysterious oil. One by one they poured the soothing fluid across her breasts, her midriff and her lower body-only a little of the fragrant substance, but it had penetrating power in each application.
Their fingers were on her body the instant the last of the old had been applied. Gentle fingers, kneading and massaging to work the ointment into her skin. Tender fingertips probed the undercurve of her breasts, the rise of her pubic mound and the taut cheeks of her buttocks-suggestive-blatantly sexual. Deep within, Candy felt the bubbling churning of intense need.
Distantly she heard whispers as the girls finished their massage and knelt to stare at the figure before them. Unexpectedly she was drawn into a middle world where thoughts and words and actions on her part were unreal. There was only feeling and it was all encompassing, a feeling of total desire. A desire to be used and to use, to be loved and to love, to be possessed and to possess every person in this strange other world of the special sensory and the sexual needs of woman.
"You are very beautiful, Candice Merriweather," said a low voice.
She turned to look at the speaker and saw the honesty in Jan's eyes and then she saw the long delicate feather held in her fingers. "It is my task to waken the nerves our oils have stirred," she said.
The white egret feather brushed lightly across turgid nipples, and Candy's hands swept across her body to grip the milk white fullness of her breasts. Strangely, something kept her from covering the most sensitive target of the persistent stroke of the feather. "Oohhhh, please! I can't stand much more!" she moaned and even as she protested, she hoped her torturer would ignore the plea.
"You aren't supposed to stand it," cooed Jan, kneeling close to her hip. "Let go now while we kiss you." Her hips responded uncontrollably to the lure of a desperate need as she felt warm lips press boldly against the soft flesh of her labia. She was vaguely conscious of the others closing the little circle more tightly around her. Jan's lips left and another mouth was urgent against the tender pussy cleft. All about her she was conscious of eyes watching-sparkling, happy, wanting-as they stared at her mounting passion. All through the first sampling kisses pressed unashamedly to her most intimate place, she was aware of Aileen, hovering above her with the white feather, constantly stroking the maddened points of greatest feeling.
"Oooohhh-yesss!" she cried, suddenly frantic for expression of her feelings. "Oh, watch! I want you all to see what you're doing to me-doing-doing-oh, look!" She flailed against the clustering bodies and they backed inches away to give her room.
"Look at me! Look at me!" She spread her tension taut legs and the spectators watched her fingers dart to her mound, then slide quickly over the prominent hillock to the line of her cunty cleft. "Look at it!" she shrilled, feeling all self-control go. "See-see me!" Boldly she spread the flanges of her cunty flesh and saw heads tilt in fascination at the urgency of her need to exhibit. Splaying the sunshiny pink of her sex flesh, she fingered the central point of their curiosity and every eye was focused on that frantically excited muscle. She knew her clitoris was on full display and the sensations that electrified it were sensations they had put there with their devilling kisses and their maddening oil. It felt as long and hard as a man's penis and she ground upward from the cushions to make the taut cone the more outspoken.
"So big!" whispered an awed voice.
"Sucking big!" cooed another. "My turn first."
"No!" Candy was startled by the sound of her voice. Shrill and imperative. "I want you all-but I want you all to watch first. See what I do when I'm alone."
Strange compulsion surpassing all reason! The loving eyes of her friends, their curiosity about her body, the way they all wanted her, drove her to want to exhibit an autoerotic moment, and even as she said it, she quailed at the stupidity. Her hands snatched from the play, and instantly there was unanimous outbursts. "Show us, Candy! Please! We want to watch!"
Quickly her fingers stirred the stiffened clit and flicked it in urgent stimulation. Undulating and wriggling to the fast mounting of her climax, she strummed it still more wildly.
"Ah-hhhh, yess!" Her delicious frame strained to the violence of her coming and before she quieted, five wild females were clasping at her body-stroking, touching, kissing.
"Beautiful, Candy-you doll, you! Let yourself go! Everybody wants you!"
The flame of their undulating bodies, their playful fingers and moist warm lips seethed through the possessed newcomer to the gymnastics troupe. "Oh, you darlings!" she hissed. "You've got me out of my mind! You're makin' me want you all!"
She felt herself pulled and twisted and tossed as hands prowled and tongues licked and legs entwined with hers. "Go out of your mind, Candy, baby! We want to love your titties and kiss a mile deep in your sweet cunt!"
The breathless speaker was piling all the pillows in a tiny mountain and as she finished, Candy was lofted by gentle arms across the crest of the hill and put On naked vulnerable display, arms and legs widespread and her helplessly need-filled sex center at the top." Wild, beautiful sight! Five females in need of one! Candy looked up the deeply contorted arch of her body, past the thrust of her heaving breasts, and saw the desire on the faces of the five clustered now at the summit of their Candy hill.
"My Lord!' gasped the overwhelmed captive. "I need you all. I do! I do!"
"What do you need, Candy?" purred Aileen, the only one of the quintet who seemed at all nonchalant. "Tell us raw and randy! Don't sweet-talk us!"
"Ohhh, I-I ... !" Dark hair swirled from side to side as Candy resisted the command, but couldn't stand the put-off. "I want you to tongue-fuck me! Kiss my cunt to death with your pretty pink tongues! Stick up me as far as you can get!" She paused, panting with frantic need.
"Will you love our cunties that way, too?" The dark face was very close to hers.
"I will! I want to!" She reached imploring arms to Aileen. "Let me do you first!"
"Not till I taste your sweet box, doll!" She elbowed the others aside. "Captains outrank everybody, so it's me first."
Aileen burrowed deeply through Candy's trembling thighs. "You will be our passion partner!" she whispered hotly, diving wantonly at the slit and splitting the gates of Candy's joy wide. The orgasm stormed instantly. The oils, the fingers and the lips and the impudent tongue that mashed her clitty brought her on in seconds. Not satisfied to feel the violent convulsions start, Aileen's tongue stiffened penis-like and speared past the clitty to lick thirstily at the vagina walls, sweeping Candy into deeper and more demanding orgasm with each thrust. An orgasm that wouldn't rest and leave, but an end-over-end climax mania seized and held her.
"It has her!" gasped Aileen, withdrawing from the love center and being shoved promptly to the back of the circle. One by one the impassioned girls moved in, every one rich with the female mystique-every one bi-sexed with a yearning appetite for each other and for their opposites.
With the chance at the opposite sex minimized by the strictness of their coach, the five were insatiable in their desire for the new body in their midst. Every one sampled the sweet play center, licked and tongued it to distraction, each girl having her turn at the dilating, quivering quim cleft.
Time and time again Candy came to the passionate girl love-sometimes from the combination of lips and tongue at her palpitating vulva-other times from the stimulation of another part of her body. At one time every one of her happy tormentors was busy with tender assault at some frenzied point while Candy herself clasped the first of the five to her lips in reciprocated lesbian love. Two of the girls were at her breasts, fondling the globes and sucking tumid nipples, another was torturing her clitty and still another her navel when Candy tugged passionately at Jan's hips.
"Over here!" she pleaded, pulling the willing blonde to position. "Closer! I can't move-they've got me trapped and I want you!"
Jan needed no urging and wriggled close to the puckered lips. It was the first time Candy had ever begged for another woman. When Aunt Madeline had come to her, it had been Madeline's initiative. There was something wanton and wonderful about pleading for the taste of another female's cunty center. She clamped feverish fingers to immobilize Jan's hips and began to lick. Deep and demanding, she probed, feeling the clitty muscle bend to her stiffened tongue and tasting the moist warm mystery of the vagina-at the same time feeling the tongue of another stabbing deeply into her own play pen.
It was an intoxicating paradise of sense and sex as everyone in the girl nest was taken, and took. In the midst of the happy cacophony of squeals and moans of climax ecstasy, Candy began to feel a new sensation touch every pore and nerve of her being. She was at the very height of a new orgasm when the emotion grabbed her and it was wildly demanding-she wanted a man!
Every passion and every pulsing she knew at that instant was driving her back to one tremendous need. She wanted cock! A white bar of urgent male flesh, capped with one of those grotesque red mushroom crowns with the eye in the center. She needed to feel the soft fullness of balls and the unbelievable hardness of a prick shaft Everyone in this cluster of gorgeous female flesh needed that. Not one of them in the room was really complete without men. Men wearing that glorious complement to their strong bodies-the ever-gorgeous erection!
At the instant she felt the greatest pull to dash from the quintet of her new friends, another pair of legs nudged close to her shoulders, hungry for the love she had just seen Candy give Jan. New lips were low on her body and there was a blur of feeling as her abused clitoris responded instantly to the licking of another tongue. She circled the cute hips of the girl kneeling at her forehead and threw her head far back to position herself for new play.
But all through the remainder of the romp, Candy was a divided person. Part of her was long-gone in the rapture of girl play and part of her was able only to see naked erections. Cocks of every size and shape danced before her eyes and she wondered what fantastic dream world she had entered. No good to remind herself she had not really seen that many aroused men. Shafts, bared and beautiful, were everywhere. Some attached-some unattached-all hard and ready. Some of the males she recognized. Uncle Jonas was there-so was Coach Andy. And then the whole male section of the gymnastic team paraded by her in her vision. Every one stripped. Every one in erection!
It was very quiet in the bedroom when Candy emerged from the blur of semi-consciousness and pushed groggily to an elbow to stare at the curious expression on Jan's face. "Where'd everyone go?"
"Back to their rooms. You seemed to pass out and then come to and then go out again-we thought we'd been too much."
Candy shook her head to clear the cobwebs. "I'm sorry. I got carried away-but I didn't really pass out."
"Did you hear the others leave?"
"No."
"You must have been out for a minute or two then." Jan cupped an arm around Candy's shoulder. "We were awful to make you do so much...."
"But you didn't!" Candy interrupted. "I wanted every single smidgen of it. You're all so beautiful...." Her voice trailed off.
"Penny for the thought," murmured Jan.
"Didn't you say something about the guys practicing on that human pyramid thing after hours?"
Jan's laughter pealed happily. "I don't believe you, Candice Merriweather! You're assaulted in fifty 'leven directions by a crazy bunch of females, and the door's hardly closed before you're talkin' about men. Don't tell me you want to....
Candy's nod interrupted her. "I do. I had a real weirdo dream while we were all going crazy with each other, and I just have to find out something."
"You may find yourself out on the street, if what you're looking for is what I think."
"Come with me, Jan!" Candy was on her knees facing the perplexed platinum. "We can check something and never ever get caught!"
"Check what?"
"Which is better. Man or woman love."
"Eeeehhh!" Jan threw her arms wide in despair, but leaped from the bed and grabbed for her panties. "I knew the minute I saw you that you were trouble! Now, why can't I tell you where you can go with that idea?"
"'Cause you're man hungry, too! C'mon!" Candy darted into the closet to fish for clothes. "Lets go upset the boys and their pyramid."
CHAPTER FOUR
A troubled Andrew Sanders stirred fitfully in his sleep, trying to shake away the dream of Candy that kept recurring. No way to shake it.
The attempt to get more sleep by going to bed earlier had been a total failure. Instead of lying awake for most of eight hours, now by retiring at nine in the evening he lay awake most of ten hours. Always the vision of Candice Merriweather, the way she was that night he took her in Tumbling Room #4.
Since she joined "Special Gymnastics," and recently since she had become the favorite of the group, she was impossible to put out of mind. Every day for at least three hours she was there before his eyes, in the flesh. How he wished it was in the flesh and not in the skin tight leotards!
It had been the only way to keep it, once he surrendered to her pleas to be taken in as a probationer on the gymnastics team. There could be no contact. Not in his apartment; not in the gym. The way it had gone between Aileen Taylor and himself had proved to Andy that sex and serious athletic performances didn't mix. Hadn't Aileen's work been transformed the minute they quit the hanky-panky?
Still, something had to be done. The memory of the feel of Candy's body, of her lips on his cock and her clasping cunty muscles; her eyes and her ecstasy when she orgasmed to his loving-nothing would go away and give him peace.
He'd had to give up most of his own performing in front of the group since she joined then. The knowledge that her eyes were on him when he was prancing around in his tiny chamois loin cloth inevitably started the twitching of his penis. Couldn't discard the chamois cover for something more modest either-the kids would ride his tail unmercifully for that. Especially now there could be no change, since he'd only that afternoon given the guys permission to dress for the gymnastics as he did. Within a week all the males in the "Special Gymnastics" were going to be out of their standard track type shorts and into what was little more than a jock strap made of beige chamois. They'd look like a bunch of naked males!
That idea hadn't been offensive to the coach, and he'd readily given permission when some of the male gymnasts asked for the change. The human body, male and female, was to Andy a thing of remarkable beauty when it was cared for and cultivated in athletic endeavors. And lately, for an inexplicable reason, he had had an odd preoccupation with the male private parts. Everything had changed in the past twenty-four hours.
It was that change, as much as his unrelenting lust for Candy's body, that had made this night even more sleepless than usual. He was certain he had a latent gay streak that was on the verge of surfacing. In fact, he was convinced because of what had happened this same day, that his lively interest in the male as well as female body, was the true reason he allowed the guys of "SG" to convert to the frankly revealing gear.
It had happened innocently. As per his custom, Andy kept a weather eye on his charges, particularly the males, to spot any behavioral problems-his phrase for sexual activism. He'd made it clear to males and females alike that he thought part of the discipline of superior gymnastic performance was to be sexually celibate-or as much as possible. Andy really believed it.
When, just before the three girls selected to give solo performances late in the afternoon were about to go on, he caught the disappearance of two of the males, Tommy Randall and Art Taylor, as they hurried into the refresh room. Curious, especially about Tommy, who had several times achieved near erection when Candy was near, Andy followed quietly to the corridor outside the room meant for die athletes to use as a resting and recuperation room. Something told him neither of the two needed rest.
He paused at the thin door and placing his ear against the plywood, heard every word between two boys who thought everyone else was busy watching Candy's performance. The conversation was stunning , to the coach....
"Hey, buddy-you do me, too! Let's both fly over the witch!" he heard Art say and with that Sanders had cracked open the door.
Electrifying sight to see the pair, completely bewitched by Candy's performance beyond the window, freely masturbating each other as they gaped. Sanders closed the door quickly and hurried off, soaked with sudden perspiration at what he had seen. By his own standards, he should have charged in on the two and ended their roles on his "Special Gymnastics" team. Instead, what he had seen made him want to see more.
Now, alone in his bedroom, he remembered the plans of the quintet of male gymnasts, including Tommy and Art, to practice their human pyramid routine at the gym late this same evening. Probably the five were still at it, or had three of them gone and the two he'd seen in the refresh room remained behind? Unable to control the curiosity, irritated at the thought of making the half-mile run back to the gym, probably only to find it dark and deserted, Andy slid from bed and groped for his slacks.
"You're crazy, Candy!" hissed a nervous Jan as the two girls felt their way through the unlocked side door of the gymnasium. "This is going to be nothing but trouble. Even if they're still here, can you even start anything?"
"Watch me!" Candy grabbed Jan's wrist and tugged her down the darkened corridor, feeling her way along the tiled sidewalls toward the far end of the hall and the basement practice room.
They paused outside the underground mini-gym, and a surrendered Jan made no protest when Candy stripped everything but peek-a-boo lace bra and panties. Already she could see her friend's nipples were dark cones of excitement, pushing against the see-through material. If Candy wanted it-so did Jan.
"They'll go absolutely ape!" gasped Jan, peeling her things and teasing her hot-pink bra to hurry her own buds to agitated fullness. To be near Candy was her main reason for being anywhere near the gym at this hour, and now she didn't care about the potential disaster that might be building.
Candy surveyed the sleekness of Jan's body and had no doubt what would happen when the five beyond the door saw the tiny pink triangle that passed as underpanties.
"Are you really serious about Tommy Randall?" she demanded in a low whisper. "Is he really a virgin?"
"That's what his roommate claims."
"I want him first then," Candy hissed.
"You can have him, if he's as big as Art said. 'Sides, I'm only goin' to watch them rape you, remember?"
"So you say." Candy stretched tiptoe to peek through the window at the quintet on the gym floor. "Hey, they're not practicing the pyramid bit! They're playin' basketball! Look at those bods, Jan. Don't they drive you out of your skull?"
"I think Art's right about Tommy," she went on, trying to ignore Jan's hands as the girl stroked the curve of her tail.
"What makes you think so?" Jan asked absently, then disconnecting the conversation, added, "You know, Candice, you have a fabulous fanny. It's the cutest thing!"
Candy ignored the change in topic. "He has all the huge organ signs. Look!-Long nose and big feet. I'll bet his penis is a mile long when it's up!"
"Let's quit, guys," growled one of the males after missing a lay-up shot. "Got an eight o'clock tomorrow."
At that instant the swinging doors from the corridor sprayed open and the inflaming pair appeared out of the shadows. "Hi, men! We thought we'd come give you two more for your pyramid, but you've quit already, huh?"
"Damned if we have!" roared Art. "C'mon in!" Strutting in high heeled nonchalance, ignoring the gym proscriptions about heels on the finely polished floor, the girls moved side by side in sizzling near nudity toward the quintet. Five startled males gaped at the stacked wildness of Candy's body in the black lace undies and the lithe sexiness of the platinum in the pink.
"Do anything for you, Tommy boy?" hoarsed Art, watching his friends flushed face and already burgeoning shorts.
"Man, we gotta clear out!" choked Tommy, blushing furiously when he saw the stiffened nipples jabbing through the bras. "Coach Sanders'll murder all of us!"
"Ohhhh, no!" Candy caught his arm as he turned.
"You've got to let us into your pyramid routine, and we know exactly how to do it."
Tommy tried to concentrate on die face of the girl, not wanting his glance to drop below her neck to fall upon those jutting tits thrusting at him from beneath the filmy black lace that was worse than no bra at all. He was conscious of the eyes of the others on him-knew they saw his crotch swelling even though he was fighting it "What's your great idea?" he asked, voice tense and brittle.
"It's very simple," bubbled Candy. "This pyramid routine would be lots greater, we think with three guys as the base, two as middle, me flipped from the springboard onto the two middle men, and then Jannie flipping in a double somersault from the spring onto my shoulders."
"Beautiful," breathed Art, watching Jan dance to the side of the gym to the portable springboard. "Let's do it!"
"Should think there'd be at least one gentleman in the place," complained the blonde, tugging the board toward the group.
Three leaped to her assistance while Tommy and Art stayed at Candy's side.
"Oohh, you're all such manly specimens," praised Candy, as the trio hoisted the cumbersome board above their heads and bore it back to the center of the room, pretending there was no weight to it She smiled at the promising bulges swelling against the athletic supporters under their practice shorts, and Art caught the direction of her looking.
"Hey, you know Coach has okayed our wearing his landa gear from now on," he called to his buddies, winking at Candy. From the first he had read the new girl as cock-hungry female, and her late night visit to the gym had nothing to do with serious gymnastics. "Think some of the dudes are goin' to be a little evident when they get into Sander's mini jock, don't you, Candy?"
"C'mon, Art, knock it off!" Tommy was clearly embarrassed by the comment. "You're talking to a lady. Anyway, that new gear is optional and I'm sure I'm not going to wear it."
Candy fought the urge to look down Tommy's front and instead, she looked directly into his eyes. There was no mirth or tease in her face. "I think you should wear the chamois cover, Tommy. I like your modesty but what are you modest about?" She stopped and waited through an uncomfortable silence, watching the others set up the board.
"It's a little gross for a guy to-well, you know-show everything-I mean, it's different for the coach-but...." His words trailed off and he glanced nervously at Candy.
"That's wrong, Tommy," she said slowly and deliberately and those around her weren't the only ones who heard. Just outside the door Coach Andrew Sanders stood in the darkness watching and listening.
For five dumbfounded minutes he had been in the corridor wrestling with righteousness, trying to find wrong in what he saw in the room. Nothing. Not in members of his "Special Gymnastics" at a late night practice. Not in the devastating scanty attire of the two girls. Not even in the obvious state of all five males, every one bulging in semi-erection-none more bothered than voyeuring Coach Sanders.
Andy's fingers drifted to his sport shirt zipper and without knowing, he was opening it. "Face it-you want 'em to!" he muttered to himself. "You want a goddamned orgy right here!"
Stunned at his self-accusation, he leaned against the doorframe and stared through the small pane of glass as Candy stepped away from Tommy, forcing him to look at all her luscious figure when she pirouetted before him.
"I want to ask you one thing, Tom Randall-do you think I'm gross because I show my body?"
"Aw, no-but you're a woman. You're supposed to!"
"More'n a man?" Hands on her hips, chest fully expanded, she looked down at her dramatic breasts. "Do you think those are sexual objects, Tom?"
He caught his breath at her directness, and looked flushed and uncomfortable. "Sure. But they-they're beautiful and, well-they're expected to show ..
"And men's parts aren't, is that it?" Her eyes were suddenly stormy. "I'll tell you something, Tommy. A man is just as beautiful to a woman there." She looked openly at the now undeniable curve of swelling cock flesh pressing his cotton shorts. "I think our coach is very unusual to have the courage to wear what he does at our practices. I think you all should." Behind the scenes Andy listened, and intrigued by the conversation, he fingered through knit wool slacks to try to quiet the storm of his hardened flesh. Deep inside he knew that he couldn't stay out of the action developing beyond the door, and suppressing the groan of excitement, he began to peel his shirt, wondering when he would get the guts to join the group.
"Should think you could have helped!" scolded Jan, rejoining the three and looking with pretend indignation at Candy. "Let me have these two to help me with the mats. Come on, Tommy." She dragged him with her toward the gray tumbling mattresses hanging from the sidewall. "We need at least two of these, case the pyramid collapses."
Art and Candy walked to one of the mats while Tommy, twisting awkwardly to try to hide his condition from an amused Jan, stretched to unhook a mat from the wall. As they went to the other mat, Candy said in a low undertone, "I saw you in the refresh room with Tommy today, Arthur."
No sign of shock from the male at her side. "Like what you saw?"
"Are you gay? I have to know," she whispered intensely.
"You mean, do I suck Tommy's?" Low chuckle. "Not yet, but I'd like to. He's sure outta his wig over you, so I play along."
"Good!" It was just the way she had added it up to be.
At last the mats were in place side by side, and the springboard was at one end. As the five men grouped about the two girls, Candy made no effort to hide her eagerness, looking openly from one to the other, smiling quietly at the brazenness with which Art had allowed his darkly purpled cock crown to squeeze out of the top edge of his shorts. He had angled his frame so that only the girls could see his crass exhibitionism.
"Mmmmmhhh!" Jan's gaze followed Candy's. "There's what I call man power!"
"C'mon!" begged Tommy, a mixture of nervousness and expectancy. He had never felt the impact of a girl's eyes directly on him when he was sexually aroused, and he liked the feeling, even if a guilty one. "Hurry up! Coach could show any minute!"
"Relax, Tom," growled lanky Ray Turner. "Be great if he did. Make it three guys to a gal then."
"Whatever does he mean?" Jan giggled never lifting her eyes from Ray's groin.
"Here's what we do!" announced Candy. "You, you and you," she pointed at three. "You're the standing base of the pyramid. Stand like this, legs wide apart for balance."
Hands at her waist, legs spread, she sucked in her tummy, and both lower and upper wonders of her torso surged. Low whistle from one of the players. "Be serious," she insisted. "Now put out your arms, shoulder high, and grab your neighbor's."
She waited while they obeyed. "Beautiful, just beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Come help me boost Tommy to position, Art."
As the two formed a cup of their hands to heft him up the front of the middle man of the base, Candy deliberately let her free hand slide across Tommy's shorts to seize briefly at the focal point of the tenting shorts.
Inarticulate grunt from Tommy as he felt the room swim to her squeeze. No way to pretend it was an accident. "Perfect!" she admired, looking up at the unsteady foothold Tommy had on the supporting shoulders.
Face bathed in sweat, his eyes dilated with panic at what he had never experienced. Direct touch of his sex organ by a female. Even under cover, it was a purely tremendous sensation, and not at all the evil thing he'd been taught when he was an adolescent.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jan and Candy helping his roommate to position at his left. Just as Art's waist moved up past her line of vision, Candy shot a hand to the prick cap visible at the top of his shorts and dragged impetuously downward. As if snapped from a bow, the long arrow-like cock shot from the covering trunks, soaring in a violent lofting angle at his groin.
"Damn!" he exploded delightedly.
The action was heating, just as he knew it would, and he glanced toward Tommy to see if he had caught the latest development. His roommate was having trouble maintaining a precarious balance and had yet to see the bold exposure.
As they hurried to the springboard, Candy whispered to Jan, "Just like humpty-dumpty, and I think we have company!"
"Who?"
"I'm sure I just saw Coach Andy's face behind the door panel."
"My God!" groaned Jan.
"We'll get him in-Watch!" She took her stance on the end of the board, pushed to a handstand, then called, "Ready, Janie!"
A rush of bare feet, a second of airborne silence as Candy did a high somersault toward the two figures at mid-pyramid and-COLLISION!
Six went down in a tangle of bodies as Candy's delicious body splayed against an already unsteady Tommy.
"What the devil!" yelped an upended Art, extricating from the pile of humanity, and twisting to look for the girls.
Deliciously sprawled across Tommy's middle was Candy's succulent curvaceousness and she was already en route to phase two of her campaign. Struggling in pretense of freeing herself, she grabbed frantically at Tommy's trunks and tore the cover from his rampant excitement. Before he could react, her fist was gripped around his penis barrel.
"Duh-don't, please!" He writhed in agony as her grasp tightened and turned the crimson tip to dark vermilion.
"Jan, look what I found!"
Jan was already ahead of her in the game, pounced on by slender Ray Turner. She was stripped of bra and panties and spreadeagled under him, his palm planted directly on her love mound as he peeled his shorts and jock with the other hand.
"Ray-baby!" moaned Jan, her eyes wonder-filled when his sex apparatus spilled into view. "Do it! Take me, man! Fuck me right in front of these characters! I dare you!"
Before she shrilled the last word, his thick bone had crammed the dainty pussy petals. No slowing-no gentleness when he felt her orgasm convulsion storm instantly through her vagina. Instead, he tried to steel his own response, even as he ramrodded brutishly deep in her pit.
"I-damn it-Wait!" Nothing could stop his ejaculation and he let it fly in crazed abandon into the tight tunnel that held his phallus almost motionless while he shot.
Beyond the door, gagging with desire, Andy tossed the last indecision from his thoughts and unbuckled his slacks, still waiting the right second to join the romp. Jan's first playmate was scarcely free of her vagina than her eyes were on the three without a woman. With a quick glance at Candy, who was apparently deep in an unneeded conversation with Tommy, Jan gestured impatiently to the three others. "I want you," she cried, "and you and you! All at once!"
"How?" croaked one wild with anticipation as the trio converged on the petite shapeliness spread on the mat before them.
"You figure!" squealed Jan, grabbing for the two closest erections and dragging their owners possessively.
A few feet away Tommy stared into wide brown eyes that seemed to look straight through him. Wild runaway feelings surged as Candy continued to stroke lightly at his hard-on. She leaned to kiss him and he closed his eyes when their lips touched. "Look, Tommy, open your eyes. Look at my hand playing with your phallus-see it-look!"
His eyes, bloodshot and frightened, opened-looked into her face-then down to where she held him. She squeezed low on the cock shaft and the swollen cap ballooned still more, grotesque and distorted from the tightly drawn prick flesh.
That's a beautiful animal, Tommy. Make me happy with it and put it inside me!"
Last desperate fear surged. "Look!" he gagged. "I'm not gonna! You'd have to rape me before I'd do it." Candy squealed excitedly at the challenge. She'd never thought of raping a male, and the notion stirred instant desire. Why not rob an innocent of his smug virginity that way? Twisting to look at the action behind her shoulder, she started to call Jan, then stopped. Jan's three new playmates had leaped to the wishes of the platinum blonde and were already well on their way to multiple blast off.
One was pistoning into her vagina while the other two, parked on their knees at either side of her face, were being lavished with two-way fellatio. First she siphoned one till the pre-orgasm signs began, then sadistically shifted to the other, all the while welcoming the cock crammed to the hilt in her quim.
Without a word, Candy watched the build up, conscious of Tommy's enthralled preoccupation with the gang sex as he peered from behind her shoulder. Her fist had relaxed its tight squeeze and now pumped gentle strokes along the length of his cock as the two of them watched. All the fight seemed out of Tommy and only his unrelenting hard-on told her he was still with the action.
Wild cries burst from one after another of the males involved with Jan, and Candy felt Tommy's body go tense as each of the trio shot his load. She was sure she felt her innocent begin to undulate in rhythm with the action before them, and then the play was over, and four males and a spent Jan lay happily clustered around Candy and Tommy.
One of the men saw her hand massaging Tommy's cock and guffawed, "C'mon, Candy, he can do that for himself anytime. Give us a show!"
"I am," she snipped. "I want to see how high it's going to shoot inside me when I rape him."
"Rape him!" Jan's face was a study in mischief as she crept to Candy's hip. "How? You're the only one still dressed!"
Candy had completely forgotten her bra and panties and she looked in silent appeal at Art. With deft fingers he unhooked the black lace bra, then as she kept a tight grip on her chosen playmate's erection, he twisted her to her back and yanked the panties down her legs.
"Man, if he's gotta be raped-I don't!" growled Art, gaping at the intriguing nudity spread to his bold stare.
"Everybody watch!" she ordered, ignoring the offer and squirming to a position across Tommy's thighs that brought his sexual parts snugly against her cheek. Altogether inflaming sight and she knew it, seeing the eyes dart from her straining boobies to Tommy's jutting rod. "Want to see how much a man really shoots into a girl when he comes," she panted, beginning a quickening stroke on the penis. "Every girl should know what she's asked to take inside her bod." Reaching under Tommy's testicles, she hefted the well-loaded balls into full view, at the same time speeding her frig action and chanting, "Jerk, jerk, jerk-I'm jerkin' off a man's big cock!"
"Aaahhh!" His scream bounced from the gym rafters as a barrage of semen shot high in the air, arching in looping trajectory to rain down on Candy's face and hair.
As the last drops sprang from his erection, Candy was beside herself with wanting. Her hips were in restless motion and her thighs pressed tightly, as if it forced feeling into her vagina by the action. But she made no sign of going further with the first step and released the penis the instant the last drop had flown.
Worming over onto her tummy, she crawled forward to bring her face close to Tommy's. No doubt now that Art was right in declaring his roommate a virgin. "Please don't be angry," she murmured, seeing his flushed expression. "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. You have to believe me. Most girls think a man with an erection is the prettiest thing in the world. We just love to feel them and play with them, and have them touch us everywhere."
She had shifted across his hip and her venus mound was warm against his softened cock flesh. "I want you to see how much we love it." She looked at four other totally erected organs, and pushing to her hands but keeping her lower body atop Tommy, she called, "Gather round!"
When they had closed a tight circle around her, the male looking up from beneath saw the inflaming sight of her lovely face surrounded by four horny cocks. With absolute calm she turned from one to the other, feeling Tommy's penis swelling against her mound as she did, and kissed each of the ready pricks.
"One of the fun things for a girl," she said, looking down at him, "is to love a man's organ with her mouth." He saw the rich ruby lips oval wide as she turned to the long slender rod of Art's prick. For lush seconds, she mouthed Tommy's roommate before the startled eyes of the forced audience. When she felt the penis beneath her full and hard, she spewed Art's organ into the open.
"Okay, Arthur Taylor, you are going to help me with Tommy," she declared, breathless with the daring of her next move.
"How?" choked Art, frustrated at the interrupted fellatio, thrilled nevertheless that his friend had seen Candy's lips on his cock.
"Put Tommy in me!"
She wriggled as she spoke and all eyes went to her cute ass cheeks. As they looked, she spread her legs slowly and there, trapped under her tummy, was a very ready male's thick cock. She squirmed up his front till the prick popped free and jabbed through her thighs, vibrating wildly at the release.
"Gotcha!" chortled Art, diving to a position between the legs and grabbing the jutting shaft, then forcing it back through her legs to the dark cleft of her cunt
"In!" she gasped. "Shove it in!"
She writhed against the knobby point, and with a sudden lunge, jammed herself downward, impaling the broad cap and inches of the cylinder deep in her Vagina.
Tommy's cry was sheer ecstasy as his penis was forced into his first woman and every eye was on Candy's widespread cunt lips taking the swollen barrel from sight. They saw the impudent buttocks writhing and the golden legs squirming-and inch by inch they saw Tommy Randall's penis disappear into the sweet trap.
Abruptly her legs closed, and the copulating pair lay motionless for seconds. "He's going to come." Candy's voice was low and filled with emotion. "I can tell. His penis is sending signals inside me. No-don't move!" she pleaded when he started to strain upward in helpless response to the build-up. "Everyone watch! I'm going to be the first woman ever to take Tommy Randall's love cum! It-it's beautiful! Beautiful!"
And it was. A wild electricity swept the audience as the two magnificently proportioned bodies were frozen in the paralysis of orgasm-vibrating, trembling, sending frenzied shock waves to all watching-bringing an awed hush over the spectators as they felt the power of surrendered male virginity.
"Arthur?" Candy's soft call startled the others still caught in aftershock of the coitus.
"Yeah?"
"Shinny up the back of my legs, Arthur," she directed. "When you get to my tail-wait!"
Without hesitating lest she change her mind, Art slithered to position, grinning at the others gaping at the way his cock jutted across Candy's buttocks.
"Tommy's as hard as when he first came inside me," she told the onlookers. Over the shoulder of one she saw the gym door open slowly, and a tremor raced down her spine. Andy Sanders, naked and fiercely erected, was striding toward them!
"I want a special kind of love!" she exclaimed, knowing only seconds were left. "Rut me, Arthur! Doggie me while Tommy stays under me!"
She squirmed the saucy rear impatiently and Art drove his long bony shaft between soft cheeks, spearing through the resisting sphincter and bringing a surprised wail of protest from her. It was ignored as he ramrodded still more deeply, feeling her body welcome the assault.
Her mate underneath counterattacked at the sensation of the anal impaling above and urged frantically against taut vaginal walls.
"Tommy, stop it!" she shrieked, obviously wanting him to go on.
Wild stimulating madness to all the spectators to see Tommy beneath Candy, and Art riding her rear-both men stuffing horny flesh simultaneously into a female whose frantic arching and writhing against the double-barreled intercourse made it clear she loved the two man assault.
Impossible to tell if it was Candy, Art or Tommy who triggered the orgasms of the other two, but to the spectators, the three were locked in a gasping, panting finish at the same time. A finish so violent, that not one of the onlookers saw the arrival of their coach, stripped naked, completely out of control with himself as he strode to a position directly before Candy's face. He stood stunned and staring at her closed eyes, her parted lips and the radiance of her expression. Still supporting her weight on her palms, as she arched away from Tommy's front and against Art's rear assault, she opened her eyes suddenly to see a gleaming red cock crown inches from her lips.
"Coach!" exploded a dumbfounded Art, reeling away from his perch atop the pretty tail, his prick dripping the last of his coming.
No sign of shock in Candy's face as she looked calmly up the front of Sanders' body, directly into his eyes. "I've been expecting you," she said softly.
Her fingers reached to the grotesquely jutting erection and stroked the shaft tenderly.
Sanders made no effort to retreat to the touch, in fact, moved closer as she snaked away from Tommy's body and knelt worshipfully before her coach.
"What do you want of me?" Her voice was tremulous as she fixed her stare on his face, ignoring for the moment the sexual excitement scant inches from her face.
Sanders seemed shaken by the question and almost trance like, as he looked from the loveliness at his feet to the others around them.
"I-want-your-body." He said it low and deliberate, then robot-like, turned slightly to look at the aroused males around him. "I-I don't know-why-I even want these, too-and hers...." he added, looking at Jan. "I'm psyched on you all!" His eyes dropped to the fingers on his erection. "But-I love this one most of all!"
"Love him, Candy!" hissed Jan. "Love him pretty with your mouth!"
Dark hair spilled loosely across Candy's shoulders as she lifted her head to the right angle, opening her lips wide to the man's flame red cone and tugging backward to peel his foreskin away from the crown, exposing its hugeness.
"I love my coach," she whispered and those who saw the adoration in her eyes knew that Candy wasn't just now deciding. "I want to make him happy with the whole world watching!"
She took the crimson fullness of his glans in one hurried gulp, as if afraid he would chicken and run. But there was no danger. Some overwhelming power had command of Sanders' spirit. Once committed to the swinging sexuality he had come upon in this group from his gymnastics team, Andy was long gone.
It was the sight of Candy's carefree love of sex that had torn it from him. She was wanton and wicked be fore his eyes, welcoming every penis in the room, seducing a virgin male, thrilling to a cock buried in her all! Any other female would seem whore in the actions he had seen her in-but not so with her. Just as she had been with him that unforgettable first time, so with these, she was always and ever the lady! Regal princess in love with the royal hardness man wore at his groin.
Staring down the front of his powerful frame at the beauty kneeling before him, unashamedly mouthing his massive prick, worship in her eyes as she sucked, Andy knew that here was a woman he would go to hell for.
Out for a nighttime stroll around campus at the instant of Andy's great decision, was Oren Brostek, Director of Athletics at Pelbroke. Brostek paused in his circle of the gym and listened curiously. Every natural sound of campus was familiar to him, after years of such walks. This night, beside the building he knew best, he caught a strange note. For a moment he thought it some night bird giving a distant high pitched wail. But it repeated-and repeated again. Definitely from inside his beloved gymnasium!
Fingering his master key into the lock of the great front door, Brostek slipped into the darkened foyer, stopped and listened. Distantly he heard the sound and hurried down the blacked-out staircase. In minutes he found them.
Figures carved by some master sculptor, five-no, six handsome bodied males-two gorgeously endowed females. Some stop action seemed to hold them all in a fantastic diorama or orgy arrested in mid-madness. An unbelieving director of athletics gawked through the tiny glass pane at the scene.
"Good Lord, it's Sanders!" gasped Brostek. "And Randall and Taylor and ... !" He knew them all and flamed furiously at the sight. He wanted to charge them in righteous indignation-but for one thing-his own deep animal response to the scene. Every one of the eight was in some position of affection toward the sexual parts of one or more of the others.
The head-spinning mystery of the sight at the moment Brostek arrived was the almost utter motionlessness of the participants. Visibly quivering to desires that raked them were the erections worn by all the males. But all focus centered on the locked-in tableau stillness at the center of the mat.
It happened the instant Candy drove Sanders to his knees in her fellatio frenzy. She had sucked and siphoned the tumultuous cock with a seething need, wanting to take the penis into her throat. No way! The instant the soft sensitive crown brushed the roof of her mouth, Andy was snatched by his ejaculation. No ordinary charge of semen spewing from male into the loving lips of beauteous female. All his life was on the line when his orgasm raced in the presence of males and females who, till now, had looked to him as their leader.
With a low-throated roar of hyper-sexed male hurling caution to the winds, Andy straightened and arched, arms flung wide, legs spread like an athlete in some victory moment. Only his violent pelvic action as the first of his cum barrage stormed Candy's mouth, signalled his orgasm. Then, like some muscled Adonis, struck down at the height of his power, Sanders wilted to his knees.
Candy followed him through the collapse to the mat, milking and munching the discharging cock all the way down, fingers locked on the pulsing barrel, her eyes closed to the sheer joy of the man's coming.
"My gosh-he's out!" exploded a startled onlooker when Candy disengaged from the play.
Spread-eagled before them, his penis ominously long, even though collapsed, Andy Sanders was out of it. He lay in the midst of the huddle of startled people and at their mercy. They talked in hushed voices between themselves, and there was awe as they talked-a search for what they would do now.
They were, they decided, no longer going to pretend about their sensual hungers. In the demanding performance expected of each in gymnastics competition, they were at peak when they were sexually fulfilled.
"Girls don't have nearly the ways of guys to get their appetites satisfied," Candy observed quietly.
"How come?" Tommy looked worshipfully at the female who had liberated his hang-ups.
She shrugged and glanced at Jan. "The male can get a lot of help with his hand-that's how come." Her eyes stole to the momentarily flaccid state of Randall's parts. "You have that gorgeous thing sticking out in front of your bod when you're hot and bothered. If there's no other way, you can jerk it off and-ohhh, I'd love to have one!"
"So, don't girls? I mean, you've got places...."
"Not as exciting to us," murmured Jan, cupping an arm around Candy's waist. "But we have each other." Tommy's eyes went wide. "You mean-you admit you...."
"Admit?" Jan giggled. "Course we do! Wanta see? It's perfectly natural for two humans who happen to have female bods to want to share love, isn't it?"
"Well, sure-but...." Tommy's eyes dropped and Jan followed his glance at the swift swelling of his penis.
"Gets you excited, doesn't it?"
"Mmmmhh." He tried to be noncommittal, but the evidence of his hard-on was too plain and Jan bent quickly and pressed her lips to the bright tip. "So, why isn't that all right for both sexes?" she demanded.
It was the opportunity Art had been waiting for. "Hell, it is all right," he chuckled. "Tom here knows it, too." He looked over at the still prostrated figure of their coach. "Sanders even said as much when he came in on us-you heard him-psyched on all of you,' he said."
A strange tremor needled Candy's spine as she followed the conversation, then felt Jan's hand at her hip. Be a crazy, wonderful experiment to see just how much what Art and Jan were promoting was true. Wing it like gays and lesbians first-then quick switch to the hetero love.
"I'd like you all to watch," she said, voice low and determined. "Watch Jan and me play and-and...." Her eyes went to the stirring figure of her coach and by the stretching cock flesh at his groin, she knew he was listening. "And then, I want to see two men make love-Art, you and Andy."
The use of his first name, intimate and inviting, was as much a shock to Sanders as her proposal. Eyes still closed and keeping his body motionless, except for that part that ignored all controls, Andy waited.
"Look at it!" breathed an awed Tom. "You 'spose he's still out? I mean, look ..
"He's out," muttered Art, creeping to the side of a man he'd always feared as hopelessly straight-till now.
Jan circled Candy's waist with her arms and the two cuddled in a happy, unconcerned ball of femininity, fondling and stroking each other as they watched Art bend curiously to their coach's lower body. Like a huge banana, Andy's penis bent away from his thigh and it's great bulbous cap seemed far too outsized for the cock trunk to lift it to a full perpendicular.
"Ooohh, Jannie, it gives me goose bumps to see it climb!" Candy shivered and Jan clutched more tightly, letting her hands drift up the shapely front to toy at eager buds bursting from the center of animated breasts.
"Soon as Art starts to love him, you start to love me," begged Candy.
"Where?" Jan lightly brushed brunette tresses at her earlobe.
"Everywhere."
"There's just one place for me," murmured Jan, "and I want them all to see me there."
"Stop it!" hissed Candy. "Look at them!"
Suddenly unable to carry the out-of-it charade further, Andy wrenched in wild counterattack to the feel of a male organ against his leg and male brusqueness groping his sexual arousal. In a frantic melee of arms and legs and straining torsos, the positions were reversed and Taylor was on the bottom, his shoulders trapped by Sanders' knees. The maneuver created exactly the body positions Taylor wanted and as he pretended to struggle upward against his "opponent," his inflamed erection jabbed in quivering directness inches away from Andy's face.
"You must!" Jan cried at the two. "Do what you have to do!"
One hesitating second of uncertainty in Andy and then it was Art who settled it with a violent arching that thrust the tip of his swollen penis against startled lips. As though choreographed by some hidden director, the two men rolled to the side, each mouthing and siphoning the other's cock crown while they grappled and struggled, as if continuing the wrestling contest.
But the contest was over. The contest inside Andy between right and wrong; the contest of hungers in female and male. As he surrendered to the venison wild taste of another man's sex, he knew that his life was forever altered. No one route for Andy Sanders from this point on-all humans were to be loved-but especially one! Even as he squirmed and undulated in the embrace with Aft,, he thought of her. Was she watching his frenzy with if not her male-was she turned off-turned on?
He felt the silken contour of her buttocks suddenly warm against his Back. Her saucy ass was grinding impudently against his tail and by the rhythmic undulations, he wondered if some male had pried her loose from Jan's arms and was plunging his cock into her, driving her against his rear.
"Candy!" came the passion-stricken cry. Jan's voice! "Oh, Candy, you're good-gooodddhhh!"
It was a weirdly wonderful animal spectacle, participated in by four, watched by four. The acts between Jan and Candy and those between Andy and Art were more than homosexual to the witnesses. The separate frenzies mounted, tenderness between the girls, jungle roughness between two males unsure of each other, writhing undulations of magnificent bodies, legs and arms entwined in a strange beauty. All were loving in a way the masses condemned-lesbian and gay lusts running freely-but all were loving.
Demanding, full power in the climaxes of the two men. Whirlwind, gentle mania in the orgasms of the girls and then, as quickly as it had come about, the four separated and Candy rolled to Andy's arms; Art reached for Jan.
"All of us at once!" cried Jan, beckoning to the four who had been blocked from the action in the romp just finished. She stretched for Tommy and Ray, even as Art burrowed contentedly against her side, welcoming the new additions.
With a roar of bull-rage Oren Brostek slammed through the swinging door into the room and charged the startled faces. Racing directly for Sanders, he launched himself at the man mounted on Candy, impacting with all the violence of the lineman he was years earlier at Pelbroke. Sheer lightning reflex from Andy as he took the crunch of the airborne body, rolling with the blow and sending Brostek flying across his shoulder, crashing onto the hardness of the gym floor.
"Don't!" Andy yelled as his boss lurched drunkenly to his feet. Fists doubled, Brostek charged back at his target, then stopped abruptly when he saw Sanders drop to a wrestling crouch.
"How dare you?" snarled Brostek, his infuriated stare sweeping the half dozen males, some still showing undiminished erections. "You dare to use this place to pollute two girls! You're fired, Sanders! Fired and through in any college conference you ever go near!" He jabbed a finger at the motionless form of Candice Merriweather, arms and legs flung wide to her side. "What's wrong with her?"
"Candy!" Sanders dropped beside the figure and understood instantly. The collision of Brostek's body with his, blasting him from their intercourse, had knocked her out. A torrential flood of memory stormed the gymnast as he remembered this was the very position he'd found her in some months ago. He leaned close and the warmth of her breath was a vast relief.
"You belted her cold, big man," he muttered dully, scooping under her shoulders and tail and standing with his burden.
Brostek strode straight for the door, never looking back till just before he disappeared into the corridor. Arrogance was the only word for his expression as he turned to stare at the group following him. "You men can consider yourselves expelled. You, miss...." All the pedestal feelings of vulnerable female welled as he looked at slim-bodied Jan. " ... if you want to press charges against these-these creeps, I'll be in my office at nine."
Jan's screech had the fury of witch outraged. "You can go to hell!" she screamed. "Nothing happened that you wouldn't love to have for yourself! I helped it happen!"
"I don't believe that!" A shaken athletic director spun on his heel and strode into the corridor. Inside his gut there was an uncontrollable churning as he cringed to the truth of her accusation. All the way to his home on the far side of the campus, he thought of the happy-go-lucky play he had seen and condemned. Remembered the way Sanders had lifted the succulent brunette-what was her name?-Candice? that's it-Candy Merriweather-What a female! Whatever the infuriated Jan Seymour had tried to pretend, he'd never believe the girls weren't lured to the gang-bang by the men.
Outside his faculty home, Brostek paused thought fully, thinking of the nonentity of a house frau who by now was sound asleep. He wondered when he last had the nearest thing to excitement over his wife. Thought of the expression on Sanders' face as he mounted beautiful Candy-wondered how it would ever be possible to get a shot at that himself....
CHAPTER FIVE
Early the next afternoon a bored Mai Dome glanced up from his aimless pencil doodling behind the ticket counter at Westchester Air Terminal. He gaped in open admiration at the girl who had entered the lobby, and murmured under his breath at a sexiness rarely seen around the predominantly biz-jet type airport. Gray suits, attache cases, harried executives were the usual sorts seen by the ticket salesman for Ares Airlines.
Shimmering brunette hair bounced saucily at Candy's shoulders as she approached his counter, and he made no effort to keep his attention on the face of the beautiful creature. The contours beneath were devastating.
She wore a micro-mini of pale yellow leather and matching cashmere sweater. The combination was a traffic stopper, but the girl seemed unconcerned by heads turned on all sides to watch her walk to the ticket desk.
Dome's eyes roamed quickly in a last hurried look before she got too close. That body! Stacked to perfection at every point. Was she even wearing a bra? The boobs had the firm ripe look as if there must be support beneath the flesh molding sweater, but he was sure he could see a hint of nipple at the centers. And those legs-perfectly contoured thighs that must meet just above the lower edge of her mini.
The ticket man felt the wild tingling in his groin as she walked directly to him, and in a swift flight of fantasy, he imagined she was coming to beg for the gift of his cock. He uncoiled his lanky frame from its half slumped perch on the stool and rose when she reached his counter, grateful for the desk's concealment of his now fully developed erection. Her eyes flickered in brief surprise as she looked up at Mai's near seven foot height and he noticed they were beautiful, dark and moist eyes. Why would a girl like this ever have reason to cry?
"I'd like a ticket, please," she said, depositing her small overnighter on the weight scale beside him.
"Yes, ma'am!" Should be "Miss", he thought, or maybe "Mizz"? Not this one. No liberationist type with a bod like that. She already had the stuff for all the liberties she wanted with that going for her. "Where you bound for, miss?"
For a moment Candy hesitated, visibly unsure of herself for the first time. She opened her shoulder sling bag at her hip and groped for her wallet. Carefully she extracted a ten and five ones. "Wilmington, I hope." Her voice was uncertain and she watched Mai's face as he studied the bills she laid on the counter.
Mai smiled reassuringly as he opened the manual of fares for commercial carriers. "Have to excuse me while I check the rates, miss. I'm pretty new at this."
"Is it enough?" she asked when she saw the frown crease his forehead. "It's all I have."
"I'm sorry. Looks like it's twenty-six-fifty from Westchester to Wilmington."
Dome saw the surprise when the girl absorbed the news and watched intrigued at the perplexed pucker of her ruby rich lips. It was clear she really had believed the fifteen dollars would be enough, and it was so clear how those puckered lips would feel clamped to what was swelling in his jockeys.
"Is that tourist fare?"
"'Fraid it is, miss. See, there." He pointed to the line on the manual and took advantage of her turned down glance to gawk at the front of her sweater. Those super breasts were jutting brazenly across the ledge of his counter and he could see now he'd been right about the nipples. Definitely hard cones against the sweater. He fought the impulse to back away from the counter and show her a hardness that now thundered against his slacks.
Dark hair moved despairingly on her shoulders as Candy returned the bills to her wallet. "Guess I'll just have to take the bus." She retrieved her bag from the weight scale and turned sadly from the counter.
"I'm sorry, miss," Dome called after the retreating figure.
"It's all right." Candy looked back over her shoulder. "Is there a lunch room here in the terminal?"
"Right around the comer to your left."
Dome watched her disappear from sight, then bent to study his rate book again, hoping to find he had made a mistake. Suddenly inspiration hit. There was a way to get her to Wilmington and just maybe, by God, as the big hero who saved her day, a way to get more. He hurried to the back room where his ticket counter partner in boredom was loafing on his lunch hour. '
"Hey, Don, do me a favor and take over, will you? Got me an errand to run."
A moment later he was pushing through the swinging doors into the terminal luncheonette. He saw her at the back booth and when she spotted his approach, a smile fit her face. It was obvious she liked big men, and he was the guy with big everything.
"Say, I have an idea. Can I sit down?"
"Please do," she answered. "I thought maybe you were going to tell me you found a cheaper ticket"
"I have. May be absolutely for free, if I'm right Say, you sure travel light on cash, don't you?"
Candy shrugged. "I'm from Pelbroke and I'm heading home, so I don't need much."
"Going home to Wilmington?"
She nodded. "Nothing for me here any more." Dome mulled it, but asked no more. It could be expulsion, or something with lots more serious implications. None of his business, and he decided to stick with the subject of transportation.
"Got this idea I think might help you out. There's this pilot friend of mind who flies out of here. Air taxi guy. I heard him say he's got a pick-up to make in Wilmington tomorrow and that's right where you're going."
"He'd take me in his air taxi for only what I have with me? I even spent a dollar of that just now."
Mai grinned openly and wondered if she read his thoughts. With what she had on her, she shouldn't ever have to pay anyone air fare or anything else. "He'd be glad to take you as excess baggage, I'm betting, since he has to go to Wilmington anyhow." Why don't we go out to his hangar and find him when you finish eating?"
"Wonderful!' she whispered in low-keyed excitement, grateful for any new adventure that could help her forget the disaster at the gym at Pelbroke the night before. Briefly, she wondered if Coach Andy had already left campus, and then her anger flared again briefly at the thought of the athletic director's threat. Oren Brostek could keep the promise to shut Andy out of any college in the country, and if he did, it would be all Candy's fault.
"Why?" she fumed silently to herself as she watched Mai at the counter getting a cup of coffee. She had only done what was absolutely the most natural thing in the world for people to do with those who meant a lot to them. She had shown love and she had caused the destruction of a career for showing that love and getting him involved. What a terrible way for others to treat people who knew what life was for! Even this giant of a ticket man. His eyes said he knew what life was for-and they also said he'd seen precious little of it. Behind his open admiration of her, Candy could feel a larger-than-life set of frustrations.
Half-an-hour later the Matador wheeled to a stop at the side of Hangar D, quarters for the Metropolitan Air Taxi fleet of smaller Beech Bonanza aircraft and the large MU-2 prop jet. Candy looked curiously at the deserted gauntness of the building, last in the line of ten such hangars nestling along the edge of the field across from the airport control tower. They were very much alone and, momentarily, she had second thoughts about her escort. Without asking a single question, she had let him lead her to this spot and it could be just that-a spot. And she could be on it with a guy she didn't know from Adam.
"Must be in here," Dome observed confidently as he pushed open the great sliding door and guided her into the semi-darkness of the barn-like hangar. "Ben!" he called at the darkness and his voice bounced eerily on the walls of the high ceiling building.
All at once Candy felt totally at ease. Whatever, she knew she was in no danger from this Mai Dome. The slight quaver in his voice told her that, if anything, it was he who was more ill at ease, and she wondered why.
"Funny," mused Dome. "Not answering his phone. I was sure he would be down here working on the plane. He's not out on a fare, so he should be here." He led them toward the distant silhouette of an airplane. "Told me he was going to work on his MU crate all day."
"Crate?" The girl whose arm he was holding lightly to steer her past other wing tips and props, shivered slightly. "He flies crates?"
"Not really," chuckled Mai. "It's only what we call 'em to keep our hot pilots humble."
Candy squinted at the dark outline of the aircraft they were nearing. "Is that his plane?"
"Sure is." The fingers tightened on her forearm. "It's the sleekest taxi plane you'd ever want to see. Like a flying hotel, I tell Ben. Got a bar and even a bed, not to mention hi-fi music and transponders and radar and...." He rattled on with the list of sophisticated flight instruments aboard the MU-2, but Candy heard none of it after the mention of "bar" and then "bed."
"A bed on board an air-taxi plane?" she interrupted. "Oh, that's for the hospital transfers," he explained quickly. Too quickly, thought Candy, and suddenly she found it amusing. For the moment at least, all dark thoughts of Pelbroke were gone. "See, he flies a lot of patients from Westchester all over the country." see." She almost sounded convinced, but inside she was still mulling the way her escort had mentioned the bed as one of the first features of the MU-2.
Mai felt a happy delirium about the situation he had created. Alone in a deserted hangar with this delicious sexpot at his side. She must feel it, too, and hadn't she gone back to the bed question awfully fast? A wild tingle soared when her hand crept to nestle in helpless dependence at the crook of his elbow. Probably a little scared, too, alone like this with a stranger in a dump like Hangar D. Or was she? He remembered her saying she was leaving college. Booted out? On drugs? More likely from the way she looked, booted for misbehaving with males, not drugs! Probably got caught gettin' herself fucked out of her skull.
The light fragrance of very feminine perfume reached him and Mai stole a glance at the figure by his side. Eyes accustomed to the dark, he could make out the swell of tempestuous boobs and remembered his earlier conclusion that she was braless. Golden opportunity. Already his cock was at the stiffest right angle he'd ever felt it and it was begging to get at her. Cool, man! he warned himself silently. Keep it cool and you just might have her for lots more than one shot.
"Like to see inside Ben's plane?" He kept his voice noncommittal and calm. "He ought to be along directly."
"Oh, I'd love to!" Candy enthused. "I've never been inside one so small before."
"Not so small," he corrected. "Carries better'n eight passengers."
"That's pretty small." Her laugh was lighthearted. "At least when all you've done is fly in those big 747's."
They walked to the front of the plane and she looked up at the flight deck windows, then cautiously walked around the wing toward the passenger door, moving out ahead of Dome and giving him a view of her perfect rear. He could see the impudent flare of tail forcing the pale yellow mini to bounce with each step, and his hand stole to his zipper impulsively, then snatched away. He had to hold it or blow his whole little caper.
Just before she reached the side of the plane, Candy tripped on the portable metal step and as she was tumbling Mai caught her under arm. For a delightful second his hand was planted squarely across a full breast. Early guess confirmed! The beautiful witch didn't wear a bra! She was jutting female and the nipple was cone-hard now. The babe was excited about him!
"Sorry, Cand-I mean Miss Merriweather. Thought you were going down!"
"I was-thanks." She sounded more than grateful. "My uncle calls me moonblind 'cause I can't see much in the dark. By the way, Malcolm, you can call me Candy-Miss is stuffy."
Happiest word Mai had heard so far. No matter that she'd seemed to see well when she moved off away from him. She couldn't see in the dark, so take a chance, man! Didn't she invite familiarity all over the place with that name bit? And she sure as hell remembered his! Her laugh told him she had liked his hand on her tit. He'd give her more than the hand!
As they stepped up into the near total darkness of the plane cabin, his fingers shot to his fly and this time, confident she could see nothing, he ran the zipper open. Heart pounding at jackhammer speed, he reached through the gapping to spring the massive length from its prison.
It was the nuttiest thing he'd ever dared so soon with a girl, and he could very possibly wind up with attempted rape charges if she got the wrong idea. Hell, let her! He'd played jackass before and he might be about to now. He had guessed her for a sexpot. No proof. All he had going for him was a big imagination about women, an oversized penis and a heat to get into that club of Ben Thorntons to which he'd been invited a dozen times-so long as he showed up for the first meeting with proof that he could attract a beautiful female to come as his date to an orgy.
That's what the coveted "Secret Spacemen" was all about. "SS" looked like a harmless insignia worn by the membership as a tie pin. Some even joked about it meaning Sunday School. But insiders knew it meant the wearer belonged to the homiest operation going anywhere in the aviation world. "Secret Spacemen." Dedicated to adventures of cock and cunt, and one Malcolm Dome had had too damned few of those land of adventures.
His thoughts ground savagely as he thought of who had made him the way he was-big good-looking overgrown boob to most every girl who ever got to know him. His mother got the blue ribbon. She had the leash on him because of the trust fund still four years away when he made twenty-five, and that miserable hulking female was in full command till then. He'd live with her or else, and every bit of his behavior around the Dome mansion was watched by her.
For a few moments now, with this marvelous girl who called herself "Candy", he was liberated. With a small miracle, which he doubted would ever happen, he could get Candy to the "Secret Spacemen" meeting this very night in this same hangar. Momma wouldn't buck his going out. Just as long as he was back for her usual wee hours bed check.
"Oh, I can't see a thing," murmured the girl, wondering if her escort believed her. He must have. Just as she turned her back to step ahead of him into the passenger section of the MU, she had caught the glimpse of his hand darting toward his crotch and behind her heard the rustle of his zipper. Malcolm Dome was about to make a move and she was caught with a wild urge for whatever that might be.
The catastrophe of the night before was out of mind, and Mai's badly concealed lust was helping her forget it for the moment. Deliberately she played her thoughts around the kind of organ a man as tall as Mai would have.
It was just at the instant he moved close to her side in the plane aisle that Candy had her answer and she caught her breath at the sight of the shadowed erection. The man had a stallion cock! It had to be one of the biggest-twelve inches-maybe fourteen, and who could be sure, for the dark prick cap was invisible in the blackness-only the glistening white bone showed.
A sudden tremble radiated from Mai's body into hers as he moved on past her in the aisle, and it was then that Candy knew. He was uptight and more than a little frightened. No cool one would have impulsively yanked his penis into the open, even under cover of darkness. Here was a male who was uptight and probably hung up. Maybe his home life? Maybe his earlier training? Whatever, she sensed a man yearning to be freed-to be appreciated-to be loved.
Help him, her impulses demanded. Give him a start, if that's what was wanted. Nowhere as naive as Tommy-but still needing all-out love. That's what all the cockeyed things that had happened to her in sex all along had been about. Giving some other person the chance to express love. Anyone could see he was an awful nice guy, this Mai Dome. Half up a wall with some frustration. And that marvelous love organ he had! What a thing to frustrate! Criminal!
"Damned external power is unconnected," lied Dome, flipping a switch noisily. "We'll just have to feel our way-less you want to get back out in the light?"
"No-show me what to feel," said Candy.
"Well, right beside you is the bar I was telling you about. Careful, there may be glasses on top. Over here's the bed-you know, that cot for patients to ride?"
She found the mattress edge and eased onto it. "It's almost as big as a bed," she giggled, looking directly at the outline of the man half bent in the aisle, the erection he thought she couldn't see, leaping up and down at his crotch as if tempting her to grab. Her head swam with wanting to try that much cock.
"Are you standing?" she asked innocently, her hand flashing out in sudden decision, whacking in pretended accident against the broadside of the naked prick barrel.
"Ohmigosh!" he exploded, caught off guard by her unexpected contact and straightening in involuntary reflex at the electric shock of the feeling of woman flesh against his shaft. With a sickening "Thwunk!" the back of his head smashed against the ceiling of the plane cabin and he dropped like a stone. Unconscious. Half across the cot edge and half in the aisle.
By the sheer dead weight of his fall Candy knew at once the man was out cold, and the incongruously hysterical thought occurred to the girl that it was some kind of knockout time in her life. Herself and Coach Andy the night before-now this. She squeezed around Mai's prostrated figure and knelt to angle her cheek to his lips. Definite evenness of breathing.
Her hand traced around his head, there was no doubt he'd hit something and she sighed with relief that there was no dampness to signal bleeding in his hair. Sure he was basically unhurt, she eased his legs onto the cot mattress and then, kneeling beside him, stared at the soaring erection, undiminished by its owner's unconsciousness.
"You must be wild inside a girl," she whispered to the quivering cock, reaching to finger fiercely hardened flesh.
The notion grabbed her, and for all the insanity of it, she couldn't let it go. Why not turn back a few pages of history and do to this more-than-ready male what one Coach Andrew Sanders had done to her one night he came on her on the floor of the practice room. What a beautiful start to their love that first night had been, and what a rotten finish. Was it only last night? Why not reverse the roles with this Malcolm Dorne and his hugest of all the penises she had ever seen.
Her fingers wormed through the gap of his fly and under the elastic of his jockeys till they found his balls. "So much!" she murmured half aloud, prying them free and letting her hand trace the outline of the stud genitals. The testicles were like soft oranges cupped in the palm of her hand as she bent to kiss the wide phallic cap.
A light perfume still lingered from his morning shower, and she quivered to the lightning bolts of sensual electricity that shot from the touch of her lips against the man flesh to every nerve and pore of her body.
The decision was an easy one. No one, but no one, could stay away from such a desire-driven pole. It would be a special kind of love to try to take him in the unconscious "state, and maybe it wouldn't work, but she had to try.
Lips widespread, she felt the strange madness of the warm satin cone edging further into her mouth as she bent against the prick. Nearly too much of him to get even the fat crown of his cock into the thirsty oral cavity. Tender taut need to the flesh that filled all the way to the roof of her mouth now. It was alternately soft and then stiff, as if some undersurface muscles were reacting involuntarily to the vise of her lips.
"Squirt me, Mr. Big!" she hissed, spewing the sopping cap from her lips and wigwagging the shaft with her fist, rubbing the prick against her cheeks and eyelashes and under her chin. "I am going to suck you off and you can't stop me!"
The total silence in the cabin of the plane made it clear no one was around who might half-way try-not even the owner of the most gorgeous love organ she'd tasted for-"For twenty-four hours, anyway!" she hissed at the darkness, remembering the gym play only the night before. How many had she had, she wondered before awful Oren Brostek had broken in on them.
"Only one nicer than you and even though I love him mostest of all men, you're bigger and you're hard and you're here!"
She juiced, softly munching along the stem of the erection and around the outline of the fat mushroom crown. Inquisitively she nuzzled the tip of her nose against the soft full balls and the lure of the musky scent drove her to a still bolder step. Her tongue stabbed stiffly along the furrows of the testicles and she felt the coiled tunnels under the baby soft tissue of the puffy sacs.
"I love you so, sweet muscle," she murmured, returning to the hard length of the erect stem. "Wonder if you'll come with your owner not knowing?"
For deliberately long, lazy moments, she sucked the cap slowly, really hoping that Mai would wake in the midst of the fellatio. It was unfair, some faraway conscience told her, to love a stranger's phallus without his knowing it. And that was nonsense, she decided, accelerating the rhythm as she felt the pulsing begin to intensify deep inside the prick length.
"Hmmmmhhohhhh!" The orgasm moan broke from the lips of the man and as suddenly as it started, it stopped. And as though some invisible hand had turned off the spigot, the savage ejaculation of semen into her mouth abruptly ended.
Unconcernedly, certain that he was recovering consciousness, Candy waited, crouched at the side of the cot. In the darkness the glisten of her saliva shone on the barrel of the still stiffened cock.
"What-what happened?"
His head moved slowly as Mai struggled to push himself up from the cot mattress and Candy placed a hand on his shoulder to force him to stay quiet.
"You banged the plane ceiling something awful! You could have been killed. I was almost about to go for a doctor," she lied. "Then you started to moan."
Dome lay motionless and she could almost hear his mind working. "Stay right there, please!" she insisted, standing up and this time pressing firmly against his chest.
"Where are you going?" He demanded, vividly aware now of his exposed condition and wondering if she had discovered it while he lay there helpless. For all he knew, she might be trying to slip out and get the police, and end the short career of a would-be exhibitionist.
"I'm not leaving," she reassured him.
There couldn't be the sound of mischief in her voice, he told himself. But there was.
With total disbelief he heard the girl humming softly to herself from a position a few inches beyond his feet Then shock deepened as he heard the soft rustle of her skirt and almost immediately the whisper of panty hose slipping across her thighs.
"Want to know something?" She made the question sound completely inconsequential.
He emitted an odd gagging sound which she took for a "yes."
"I felt something awfully strange when I was lifting your legs up onto the cot."
Here it comes, thought the miserable Dome. He hadn't heard skirt and hose at all. He'd only wished for that. Strange ominous quality in her voice. He was about to get her outrage right between the eyes, and there would go his job and a whole lot of other things. And everything his bitchy mother had told him he was, would come true. He braced silently for her next words. It was virtually all over.
"You're frightened, aren't you?" She asked it with a strange awe in her voice.
"What are you going to do?" he croaked the words.
"Ask you for the truth. Why is your penis outside your pants and standing straight out at me like that?"
"Honest...." He read only one meaning to her question-threat. "I didn't plan to do anything to you-I mean-I couldn't hurt any girl-least of all...." His words trailed off as he felt her lips close to his.
"Tell me," she cooed gently. "Have you loved many girls?"
No answer at first, and when her hand traveled across his waist to his groin, she found a limp cock lying across the slacks. "I haven't made it with many," he replied in quick trembling words, hope returning suddenly. "None of 'em have liked it either."
"I can't believe that" She leaned closer and kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose, then caught his hand. "Feel." As she gave the invitation, she drew his hand to her front and his fingers touched the satin warmth of a rich breast. She guided his touch to a turgid cone and massaged the nipple slowly with his captive fingertip.
"Go ahead," she encouraged, dropping her hand.
His disbelieving exploration moved from one breast to the other, then uncomprehendingly down the deeply concaved midriff. When he felt the velvety curve of her hip, he gasped audibly. She was completely nude. The length at his crotch went rock-hard at the discovery.
"Have you ever wanted to be raped, Mr. Malcolm Dome?" she demanded.
"Oh, God, yesss!"
"There really are lights inside this plane, aren't there? I mean, you lied about that, didn't you?"
"Right by the closet over my head," he admitted sheepishly.
"I want you to see me rape you." She found a pillow and propped it behind his head, and then in the darkness proceeded to disrobe him. Her hands were quick and expert, and finally she had all his clothing stripped away, except his jockeys.
When the light snapped on in sudden unexpected brilliance, he gaped in overwhelmed delight at the girl straddling his thighs. She was a writhing bundle of sex inflamed female and both her hands were at his waist, ready to drag the jocks down. He gawked at taut nippled breasts, the passion in her face and the smooth undulations of her lower body as she wriggled to make her want crystal clear. Then the white shorts were stripped from his hips and he was naked, ready male, jutting every bared inch at the temptress at his middle.
"May I have it?" Her voice was hushed and the earlier arrogance was gone. Now it almost seemed as if she was really asking permission. "Please, I need it sol May I have it?"
"Take it!" he burst out. "Do anything you want with it."
"Thank you." Her gaze was fixed unblinkingly on the quivering, surging hugeness of his prick. "I don't know if you think I'm not nice, or if you think I'm queer or nutty, or something, but-no-wait!" Her hand flew to wave him to silence when he opened his mouth to speak. "I don't even care. I see a beautiful man-thing sticking straight up-the biggest I've ever seen, and I want to take all that lovely juice out of it and onto my body and into my body...." Her pupils were dark and dilated with desire as she stopped suddenly.
"Rape me!" he challenged.
He felt the incredible sensation of her nude, succulent figure slithering over his legs and down toward his ankles. Then she was crouched toward his groin and two warm ripe globes were clustered close to either side of his prick spike. Candy had maneuvered to angle his erection into the deep valley between her boobs and now swayed lightly to make the breast flesh madden the fucking tool. He glanced from one tit to the other and puzzled briefly about the wet glitter that still shone on part of his cock.
"I'm going to rape you!" she hissed, suddenly breathless and scrambling forward over his legs to kneel directly over the spearing phallus. "I'm taking you, Mr. Malcolm Dome! All of you!"
Her body lowered and even before her sex cleft touched the tip of his glans, he felt the heat from her cunty lips breath across his swollen cock crown. Then, soft yielding flesh gave way before his perpendicular shaft and snug muscles gripped like a tight envelope around his steel-hard tool. Moist-warm-moving and squirming against his maddened penis. Like none of the hurried, amateur playmates he'd had before. For several years he had dreamed of how a real loving female would feel. Now he was learning.
"Ooohhh, yesss!" Candy groaned her ecstasy as the enormous shaft crushed her clitty muscle and triggered warning of quick coming.
She felt herself going and fought the too quick surrender to climax. No fighting the beauty of that overgrown penis claiming every nerve of her body. Almost out of control with herself from the sudden sweep of orgasm fire through her loins, she thrust down to take all of the man she could before full rapture struck.
"I-ohhh, I don't want to-yehhhsss!"
Dome tightened against the clutching whirlpool wonder of vagina muscles in cum spasm, and determinedly steeled against the passionate clasping to keep from coming himself. It was always the first thing other females had teased him about in those half-baked romps he'd had before. Big pricks always fired prematurely, they taunted afterward. This time he'd hold till this fantastic witch had come and come. In an intuitive grab to steady his own lust to let it fly, he grabbed her hips and held her motionless against her own orgasm frenzy. Bit by bit he forced her down onto the full length of his full prick and when their mounds met, he forced still further and the secret was suddenly his. Drive her out of her tree, but keep the tensor muscles along the cock stem tight! She couldn't make him come till he was damned good and ready.
Meanwhile....
"You-you mustn't!" Candy's dark lovely hair bounced wildly far down across her shoulders as she threw her head back and arched against the impaling hugeness. "I can't-I cuh-keep cuummminnnngg!"
"Keep coming-keep coming!" he shrilled.
She squealed in helpless passion and thrust down in counterattack caught in one end-over-end orgasm after another. And finally, when he had counted six separate climaxes that had racked her frame, he groaned in wild surrender and let the ejaculation fly deep up her cunt. There seemed no slowing of the leaping semen and when, finally, the discharge slowed, Dome had to have still more.
He rolled her to her side and then to her back. She went willingly to his command. Twice in rapid succession he ramrodded tire fullness of his sex to the firewall of her vagina and felt the unhinged thrill of driving a woman wild in simultaneous orgasm to his own spray.
"That was beautiful!" she panted when the iron inside her body began to slacken.
"Really good?" he demanded.
"Out of this world!"
"But why?" he whispered. His voice was mystified and his eyes were very close to hers.
"Why what?"
"Why did you let me? You're-well, you're different."
"So are you. Very different."
Her hands crept up to cup his cheeks and even without understanding, he felt he knew. Impetuously he clasped her shoulders and their lips ground together. Then he pulled away from her and reached for her things.
"Want to let go some more later?" he inquired quietly as they dressed. "I mean, Ben'll fly you to Wilmington tomorrow-but how about a really wild night with some nice nutty people?"
Curious eyebrows arched quizzically, then she smiled and nodded. "If they're like you, and you think it's for me, I'd love to come."
It was nine in the evening. They were deep in the recesses of Hangar D in a great lounge room, unnoticed by Candy when she was in the building earlier with Mai.
All had been readied for the initiation of Dome and his beauteous guest into the Secret Spaceman Club. Sponsor Ben Thornton had a brief look during the afternoon hours at the female Malcolm declared would be his accomplice in the initiation ritual. It was decided. To persuade a lovely thing like Candy to be his date to what she was forewarned would be sex-run wild made Dome a fully qualified initiate.
"How'd you sell 'er?" Ben had demanded in a moment alone with Mai. "I mean, that gal is class! She's not about to put out for just anybody."
"I'm not just anybody," Dome chuckled, then added, "Something's got her life fouled up and she's heading home from Pelbroke. Think maybe some guy ditched her, but whatever, she's wild for what I got and she'll be one spaced-out chick when she's with the others."
"She know I'm Spaceman Superior?"
"Hell, no." Mai eyed his friend with jaundiced suspicion. "All she knows is you're the guy totin' her to Wilmington. And just because you're our leader, don't get smart-ass notions she's yours tonight!"
Thornton slapped a muscled arm across Mai's shoulders. "Buddy, you asked in, remember? You can still bug out But if Candy is your ticket into the "Secret Spacemen," you're gonna share the wealth tonight. Right?"
"Share it, not surrender it."
There were hushed whispers as the pair moved down the aisle between the great pillows scattered about the lounge. No laughter at the state of the nearly naked giant; no audible comments. A kind of an awed expectancy at the arrival of two clearly ripe for initiation into the best kept secret at Westchester Airport.
Mai had been left alone to himself to strip in a tiny dressing room and put on the sole item of clothing, a genital harness of soft crimson velvet that wove in a snug flesh-tight form around the hips and through the crotch. Except for their leader, all "Spacemen" wore this as uniform of membership and it put the accent on the reason for the group's existence.
Fitted softly but firmly under the testicles and drawing upward, the velvet cup forced the male's sexual parts forward in brazen display, so uplifted as to give the effect of a penis erecting even when limp. As Mai previewed his effect in the dressing room mirror, he felt a surge of pride, in spite of native shyness at his over development. His balls were hefted upward and outward, firm and fiercely loaded. His penis, though limp from fear of the unknown awaiting him, still protruded eight inches of drooping banana. He had a last lingering wish he had been circumcised as infant when he saw the white foreskin covering the dark vermilion cap. Hurriedly he left the room to meet his date before his courage for the evening left him.
Then they were standing before the silhouetted figure of the one they called "leader," and even in the rich burgundy gown in the shadow behind a circle of light, Candy recognized the person Mai had introduced to her that afternoon. Now in this meeting, aware of the scores of witnesses clustered round them for the welcome to the life of the so-called Spacemen," Candy was vividly aware of sexuality on all sides.
The men, all rigged in the same fantastic gear that Malcolm wore, were, unbelievably exciting. All the long walk to the leader's platform at the front, she was conscious of male parts in varying states of erection. Utterly inflaming. All except her escort Having earlier seen the stud proportions of the man at her side in arousal, she knew he was in shock at the moment. She caught glimpses of the dress of the girls of the group. "Spacettes," all like herself formally attired in gowns deeply cleaved at the bodice and at the hip to give hint of superb female bodies beneath. Oddly uncomfortable for one of the few times in her life, Candy wondered if she would do well in the inevitable comparison with the others.
Mai's voice had a shrill and brittle edge as he presented his date. "Spaceman superior," he said to the dark shadow before them, "I am Mai Dome and have the privilege to present Candice Merriweather to your court."
An awed Ben Thornton had watched the approach of the pair, lust mounting under his royal robe at every step. Now impatiently he thundered at the novice to the "Secret Spacemen,"
"Strip her then!" and his voice dripped sarcasm at the next words, "Let us see you take her with that lump of nothing you call your love organ. Remember, you must, to achieve full status as spaceman, retro fire semen into this would-be spacette as often as is demanded of you. I demand it now!"
Over his stage fright, a new Malcolm Dome began to emerge at the sound of envy in his friend's challenge. For the first time he was aware of the girl at his side as woman. Purely feline-totally desirable and desiring. As he turned toward her, he saw her eyes, predatory and expectant, staring at the bold display of his male parts. In clinging silver sequined gown that contrasted strikingly with her dark hair and accented the ivory white of her body, Candy was a dazzling voluptuary.
Feeling weirdly alone with the first woman ever to make him feel like the only man alive when they were together, Mai stepped solemnly to her front and reached for the zipper that ran from underarm to hip. Gentle tug. The silvery softness cascaded from her body and tumbled to the floor at her feet. She was suddenly, strikingly nude before the audience.
Audible gasp from the shadows as Spacemen and Spacettes drank in the two dramatic figures standing in naked isolation from all but each other. The total grace of Candy's female form was on sizzling display, ripe breasts surging hard-nippled toward the male who faced her; lower body, wild hips and impudent buttocks seeming to pulse and move in perceptible invitation.
At Mai's groin there was a gradual stirring at first, as the bent flesh of his penis dangling from the velvet cup began to stretch and thicken. Like an eager snake, it lengthened and crawled, and the thin white prepuce began to slide back from the cock-crown, exposing a glaring red prick cap of formidable breadth. The dark blunt mushroom tip had tripled in size while the shaft filled and lengthened.
"Ohhh-Billy, look at her!" hissed one of the Spacettes, clutching the arm of her violently aroused date of the evening, and watching Candy's reaction to Mai's hardening penis.
As the prick moved toward rigid attention, Candy sank slowly to her knees and for silent seconds was alone in her fascination with Mai's act of erecting. Lips parted, scant inches from the surging, terribly swollen crown, she reached as one in a trance to place thumb and forefinger at the protruding ledge where the wrinkled foreskin was stretched.
Very deliberately, as if in some dream world, she stroked forward, drawing the thin white flesh cover across the ballooning cap as far as it would go. Then, leaning forward, she kissed the dark tip, opened her mouth partially to take the outer curve from sight. Involuntary groans of watching males met the action, and hearing, Candy was suddenly aware of her audience.
There was something regal in the way she drew slowly back from the jutting organ and looked round the group clustered close. Her eyes were black pools of desire; a lock of hair had tumbled carelessly across one eye, and her chin was tilted in a special kind of royal defiance.
"I'm Candice Merriweather," she said slowly to the spellbound group. "I am not a nobody from the street. I am female. I am proud. I am very special-to me, anyway."
"To me, too, Candy," whispered the voice above her and she looked up and smiled gratefully at Mai.
"I am a very proud female with a very special love for this beautiful thing." Her fingers reached to clutch possessively at Mai's massive shaft. "I have never seen a cock like this-so big! I wouldn't care if it was only half as large, I'd want to love it to death!"
She paused and looked at the couple nearest her and smiled as the girl let her gown be slipped from her shoulders. "I am honored you want me with you tonight. You're all such pretty people, I just wish I was allowed to love you all. Anyway, I hope you'll all watch for a minute while I beg Malcolm to make love to me."
Mai's cock seemed to lift away from the front of his body in excited response to the hunger of the girl crouched before him, and wide-eyed as she turned her attention back to her central interest, Candy drew the turbulent prick to her lips and began to lip-love it in earnest. Crimson smudges began to decorate the long white barrel as she kissed from where the rod connected to his body up its length to the outer tip. Again the foreskin seemed to fascinate her and she munched juicily around the cap, eyes sparkling with mounting excitement.
Abruptly she stopped and still clasping the organ, stared at the spectators. "Doesn't a man taste wonderful when he's like this? I love him." She looked pleadingly beyond Mai to leader Ben Thornton. "Is it allowed?"
"Is what allowed?" croaked a totally involved Thornton.
"For me to make him come with my mouth." She tilted her head impudently to peer at the frantic hard-on. "I would just love to suck him in front of all of you."
"Do it!" chortled Ben, finding his voice. "And if he softens, you become my property for the evening."
A savage animal reaction swept Mai as the rich lips closed tightly round his inflamed crown and began to suck. It was the name of the game with Ben. Grab every woman that Mai dated who looked even half way interesting. "Not this time, buddy!" he muttered.
Candy's mouth was warm and full on the huge cock-tip. With utter abandon, once she had permission to eat the man, she munched and milked and gave the brimming ripe glans her total attention. Mai made a last desperate grab to hold back his ejaculation, but he made the mistake of looking down the front of his body at the wildly stacked nude with dark flowing hair and the fabulous angel face of innocence taking his swollen love gristle through her lovely lips.
"Ohhh-guh-God-gotta-GOTTA!" he screamed, sinking slowly to his knees as all senses left him.
The barrage of his semen shot fiercely and frantically against the roof of Candy's mouth and she took it all without breaking her lip seal on the exploding phallus, following her collapsing playmate to the pillows, wild for his taste to the last drop.
It was finished as abruptly as it began and for panting seconds she lay there, unaware of the trickle of semen that moved from the comer of her mouth to the curve of her chin, uncaring that her hips, jerking convulsively, gave away the secret that she had come herself from the sensation of Mai in her mouth.
There was firm strength in his hand when Mai reached to raise her to her feet to stand beside him. Firm, undiminished strength in his erection as it nudged her still quivering tummy muscles. For long seconds they stood in tight embrace and neither was aware that others were watching in rapt silence.
Very slowly the pair moved up the single stair that led them to the raised platform and a central cluster of pillows. Their movement was the subtle undulation of one body now, not two, and they seemed to move in a rhythm to some hidden music as they glided across the little stage.
No one saw it happen, but somewhere in the course of their sensual weaving toward the pillows, Mai managed to insert his erection through Candy's thighs snugged closely against his. With only the slightest dip of his body at exactly the right instant as he felt her legs part slightly, his prick pierced the yielding pussy cleft. In one smooth continuous upthrust he buried himself halfway up her cunty tunnel and not till the onlookers saw her long hair bounce as her head flew back in uncontrollable response to the shock of his impaling, did they know the pair was locked in full coital union.
For seconds the two held almost motionless, rocking gently under the soft spotlight that bathed the pulsing sensuality of their figures. Then, with an almost sadistic delight in his expression, Mai arched far back to separate their fronts and show his cock as well over half its length from sight into her body. Never taking his eyes from the group's leader, he gripped Candy's smooth hips and pressed as if to separate their linkage. Very visibly they were locked in a fuck vise and an intrigued audience gawked at the hominess of the link. Bony, rippling hardness that seemed at least twice too large to fit into Candy's love cleft and the radiance on the girl's face left little doubt that it was punishment she loved.
"Beautiful," breathed an awed redhead, edging her date closer to the pair. "Terry, make Ben get the whips! He's going to come again before we get to swing 'em!"
"Easy, Mimi," chortled the delirious Terry, entranced by the action. "With that much goin' for him, Mai's good for a dozen times."
"No man is!" snorted wild-bodied Mimi. "Ben, please!" she shrieked. "Let's torture them!"
Ben's glance swept the circle surrounding Mai and Candy on the raised platform. Every male boasted full erection. "Bring the whips for the girls!" he yelped at his personal aide of the night, Debra, a raven-haired wanton with explosive breasts.
Clasping hands caught at Mai and Candy as they stood beside the hill of pillows, rocking more urgently now with arms locked behind the other's body, feeling the delicious light headedness of male cramming female and female being stuffed. All either Mai or Candy could sense was that deep within the one body was a monumental volcano ready to explode at the least provocation and, for the moment, both wanted to stave off the cum frenzy. There was something that was fiercely stimulating to be stared at as they made it with each other. He caught the back of her head and tilted her face to kiss her lips, spearing deeply with his tongue.
"We're a couple of exhibitionists," whispered Candy in his ear.
"Heard that!" roared Ben, taking the packet of thin leather whips from Debra and handing each of the girls their weapon for the initiation rite. "You better be exhibitionists!"
He flung aside the satin robe that had been his toga of office and advanced on the lovers, moving in so intimately that his hard-on ground against Candy's hip. "Lower the rope!"
A white nylon noose dropped from the ceiling and quickly two of the men circled Mai's shoulders with the loop and drew it tightly under his armpits. What was being done to them came through slowly to the pair, but neither wanted the least pause in the claims of their bodies for each other and there was no resistance from either.
"Swing them!" cried Ben Thornton and the two were lifted a few inches above the platform floor.
Mai felt the momentary bite of the cord as the nylon tightened against his chest, but right then a more savage demand was on him. Candy's body, tensed with the lifting, sent stabbing spasms from her vagina deep into the root of his buried cock. For a shattering second he was sure there was no holding his climax and he fought the surge.
"Hang on, dear hearts," cooed a dazzling black girl, prying at Candy's shoulders, and with the redhead Mimi and another lovely gently drawing her away from Mai's embrace to lower her upper body toward the carpet. As she yielded to the new positioning, Candy felt the rope lifting the two of them still higher, and all at once she caught their intention. She and her partner were to be hung from the ground in the midst of copulating embrace and both their bodies were to be faced out to their audience.
A weird feeling of expectancy surged through Candy as arms gently lifted her legs to guide them around Mai's waist. Unconcealed lust on every gaping face. Each female she noticed held a whip of several leather strands two or three feet long and even as she tried to absorb that threatening sign, a hidden motor began and she felt her body, still locked to Mai's, begin to move in a slow arc.
The movement accelerated, forcing their bodies in a wider and wider circle and as the swing accelerated, both felt the wildest erotic feeling surging. The speed was slow enough for a clear look at each of the members of the club. To Candy, from the inverted position, and to Mai, eye to eye. Pilots and stewardesses, mechanics and auto rental girls who worked around him every day, now were in a whole new relationship-all staring with envy at his love plank buried deeply into his ravishing beauty.
It was an inflaming spectacle to the watching Spacemen. Mai arched arrogantly against the captivity of his cords and his splendidly muscled body was that of a male wild to display his love power. As she took his phallus, Candy was something to behold hair spilled loosely and tumbling along the carpet while she was swung, tapered thighs spread wide around Mai's hips to wrap the waist of the man whose erection was still not fully plunged from sight Her body dangled, arms widespread to let all of her dramatically curvaceous front be seen, her breasts jutted in animated invitation to the more than forty who formed the circle of witnesses.
It was as their swing widened till the two almost brushed the members, that Candy understood the reason for the elevation. Her face was at hip level to the watchers and both male and females were ready. Rampant cocks pounded tantalizing love blows against the face and throat of an ecstatic Candy.
The envious females, deprived of the male's equipment, laid on with deviling lashes of the leather. Sizzling arrows of desire shot through Mai and Candy as the strands flayed their helpless nudity, and it was Candy who reacted first.
"Do! Hit me harder!" she squealed as the phallic attack on her head and neck intensified. Arching against the cock shafting deep into her vagina and straining head and shoulders still farther hack, she presented her breasts in perfect line with the male organs. Seizing her magnificent boobs, she tugged as if to rip them from her front. "Beat them!" she shrilled. "They're yours! Beat them!"
Mai, only feeling now, not seeing, as he fought to stave off his coming, was a focal point of the female whip attack and they laid it on his exposed penis root, stinging cock and mound in jealous excitement. In a blinding frantic rush, simultaneous orgasm took both of them, and even as their bodies began to visibly vibrate with the cum spasms, the punishment from the spectators stopped. "I-ohhh-Mai-Mai--I'm cuhhminggg!"
His semen charge flooded deep in her cunt, and she met it with equal violence as the rapture overwhelmed them both, and drove them in writhing helpless display before the intoxicated crowd.
When their body convulsions slowed, hands lowered them tenderly to the cushions beneath, and then as they guided Candy's trembling torso till she and Mai were face to face again, there was a choked groan from her lover.
"My God, I gotta keep doin' it! Cuh-Candy-baby! I'm almost to comin' again!"
"Do, Mai, do!" Her sleek buttocks writhed against the still in driven prick and they were in frenzy almost instantly.
Finally their passion quieted, and members of the group separated their bodies for the next of the initiation.
"Enough!" whispered sultry-voiced Mimi. "My Terry wants to get that horrible thing of his into you, Candy, and some of us girls want to go to work on this tired old dick!" She fondled the collapsed hardness of a dazed Mai.
In little clusters of naked humanity they lay. Mai listlessly fondled the tempestuous fullness of Debra's boobs and cuddled the black girl close to his hip. He watched the play unfold at his side when powerfully muscled Ben Thornton bent Candy to his whim and beckoned another male to join him. It was going to be a fulfillment of a hundred nights of wanting in on this wild fraternity of Spacemen. As he studied the dark hand fondling his limpness, he felt the charge of fresh desire. Somewhere during their play he made a mental note to himself he must tell Candy that Ben wanted to get an early start on the flight to Wilmington the next morning.
"Hell with 'im," he muttered under his breath. "Let the son-of-a-bitch tell her himself."
It was going to be different from now on, he was certain. Maybe clothed Thornton could still steal girls from him. But now the word was out about naked Mai Dome, and from now on he knew he need never take second place to any man. A warm glow flooded him as Candy turned from her love embrace with Ben and winked at him. As if she had read his thoughts and wanted him to know he was her choice for man-of-the-night. Any night.
"Gonna fly with me tomorrow?" whispered Ben, pausing in the midst of the building urgency of his cock thrusts.
Candy's moan was low and pleading. "You're terrible, Ben! I'm going to walk home, if you stop like that one more time!"
With a yelp of dismay Thornton plowed frantically at the uninhibited girl and felt her answering pelvic response. Fierce. Urgent. Abandoned. He wondered if Mai had guessed it right when he speculated that she was running from man trouble at Pelbroke College. Whatever, for the night, at least, she was theirs to love and to play with in any way they wanted. Come the morrow and the flight to Wilmington, it would all be over. Too little time on the short run from Westchester to Delaware for any in-flight sex. He'd make the most of the night.
CHAPTER SIX
Candy lay cuddled between the two beautiful people who were all the family she'd ever known. The giant king-size bed was a specially remembered place, and she squirmed contentedly to the feel of Aunt Madeline's arms circled around her waist drawing her close, but not too close. Uncle Jonas' hand rested lightly on her negligee covered shoulder and he, too, understood. She'd been away, nearly a year and when, after the disaster at Pelbroke, had come home to "think it over," she had felt almost a stranger.
Not because of anything in the welcome home from her guardians. Just the opposite. It was Aunt Madeline who had urged her to come sleep with them this first night back.
"Too late to talk," Maddy had said as they drove home from their niece's after-midnight arrival at the airport. "Come snuggle with us and it'll be like old times."
But it wasn't that easy.
Undressing in her bedroom, and remembering the intimacy between them before she left for Pelbroke, she felt oddly out of place. What had been so natural between them, time and time again, now felt as if it belonged in a different world, and she wished she hadn't agreed to come to their bedroom.
They were already under the covers when she slipped into their room. Dropping her bathrobe on the chaise, she fingered the bow at the neck of her silk negligee, knowing the two of them would be naked. Too quick, she decided, staying covered. Murmuring how nice it was to be home, she'd crept across the end of the bed and in between them, as Jonas urged.
For half-an-hour little was said. She asked her uncle how his business was going and was instantly sorry she had. It was obviously doing badly, and it was the very last thing he needed to be asked about late at night. Feeling the tension in his voice when he said snappishly that they were just about to close the business, she wondered how she could have been so self-centered.
"Let me stay home and help you!" she blurted out when he had finished the bad news. "Pelbroke isn't that great, anyway, and you could use me, couldn't you?"
Jonas chuckled gratefully and she felt him shift onto his back, putting inches between himself and the curving of her back. Candy was grateful. She had been expecting at any second to feel his most personal part nudging her tail and she wasn't up for that much reunion. Too many smarting, unhappy recollections of the sex abandon that had cost Andy his job, and some of her best friends their college scholarships.
"That's our Candy, Jonas," murmured Maddy. "Have you ever seen anyone so unselfish?"
"Don't know how we'd use you, honey." Her uncle's voice was warm and low. "All we have to do is find new markets for an old paint line and that means getting some better prune peddlers on the road."
"Prune peddlers?"
"Drummers. Salesmen to get to the stores."
"Couldn't I do that? I mean, I should think a girl would be good for selling."
"Huh-uhhh." Jonas was definite. "Not selling. Never works. Specially, not a female with your build. Buyer keeps thinking how you'd look in bed, and half the time makes the suggestion. It's a man's business."
For the first time, there was total silence in the darkened bedroom and for minutes no one spoke. No one was nearly ready for sleep, but her aunt and uncle seemed reluctant to ask what had happened that made her sour on Pelbroke. Madeline's fingers found hers and suddenly, from nowhere, the tears flooded.
Finally quieted, she took the Kleenex a nonplussed Jonas pushed into her hand and blew noisily. "There!" she sniffled. "Isn't that a lady-like sound?"
The tension washed away and her uncle, roaring with delight, stumbled from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Where are you going, Jonas dear?" Madeline called after him in affected snippiness. "Bed check on your little niece? She's right here, remember?"
"I'll say she is!" he grunted. "S'why I'm gonna find me some pajamas."
-Candy squealed her protest. "No-don't! Please! Please stay like you are."
"Thought maybe I was a little gross." He crawled back into the bed. "I mean, with Candy in cover-up and us in the buff."
She sat straight up between them and in the filtering moonlight they could see her body outline. "I was chilly at first I'm not now." The negligee loosened at the neck and it was Maddy who turned on the bed table lamp and drew the gown from her shoulders. Jonas' eyes, bright and hungry, roamed openly and Candy smiled at the unconcealed desire.
"Gorgeous," said Madeline, squirming closer. "You're more lovely than ever."
"And I want to see both of you!" exclaimed Candy, throwing the sheet back toward the foot of the bed. "And you're both more beautiful than ever!" She leaned impetuously to kiss a surging erection. "And this awful thing is bigger than ever!"
An excited shudder ran through Maddy's body. "I'm going to show you how unselfish I am, Jonas." Her eyes met Candy's. "Please-make love with your uncle while I watch. He was boastin' when he heard you were coming home...." Her voice was dry with disbelief. "M ... said he was so lonesome for you, he bet he could fire five times nonstop!"
Candy wilted into the warm voluptuousness of Maddy's arms and forced her front tightly against her aunt's curvaceousness. "You mean it, don't you? You want to watch your man do it to me." Their lips touched and as Maddy's tongue speared suggestively, Candy whispered, "When he's done with me, will you make me all better again?"
"I'll kiss every pore-promise!"
"Don't believe me, do you?" growled Jonas, listening disgruntled to the exchange between the girls. "Think I'm losing the old pizzazz, huh?"
"Face it, dear, you are a year older," teased Maddy, winking as he threw a leg across Candy's hip, "Not as young as when you used to go sneak peekin' down the hall, then come back and love your little Maddy like nothin' had happened."
"Better man now than was then," he muttered, annoyed at the chiding. He was astride the curve of Candy's hip and glaring down at the succulence of the two nudes who still held each other in a clasp that mashed two sets of buttermilk beautiful breasts against each other. "Prove it to ya, damn it!" he roared at the watching faces.
"How?" Maddy caught at his thunderously extended hard-on and he slammed her hand away.
"Same's as in the old days!" he snorted. "Got enough to frig and still screw ya into next week!
Unexpectedly his fist was pumping furious masturbating strokes.
"Ooohhh-golly, look!" Candy's eyes were smoky dark with desire as she watched the rifle barrel hardness aimed at the two of them.
"Jonas!-you're wasteee-yesss!"
The deluge of milky gray semen shot across their writhing femininity and both the onlookers were stunned by the quickness of his coming.
"Oh, it's so warm and-gooey!" whispered Candy in Madeline's ear. "It's slitherin' all down between our boobies." She lifted her head and looked at the droplets still sparkling in her aunt's rich auburn hair, then leaned to kiss a drop that rested on her cheek.
Madeline was staring at Jonas' groin. "He hasn't gone down a smidgen bit!" She was unworried, too, that he might and she unwound from Candy's clasp. "Hurry, let him in before he dies of wantin'!"
Candy wormed to her back and felt her legs pried urgently apart, then the horny mushroom shape was nudging through her labia. "You there, Aunt Maddy?" she moaned at the first thrusts of male she had taken in more than a month.
"Here, darling!" came a breathless response from some place near the point where her uncle's body was linked to hers. "I'm seein' every bit of him go in."
"Ooohhh, Aunt Maddy, I feel something very strange!" Warm lips were nibbling her tender pussy petals, even as the thickness of Jonas' penis pressed further through her cunty gates. Madeline's lips! Candy's eyes flew open and saw Jonas' radiant face. He was straddling her hips and making room for his wife's exploration as he copulated with his niece.
The room swam to the sensations deep in Candy's head at the feel of lips chewing juicily at the point cock and cunt were linked. Sounds reached her when she couldn't feel Maddy's lips and she knew by Jonas' groaning delirium that his prick was being lubricated by his wife, even as he committed adultery. Weird, wonderful chaos of thoughts stormed Candy, and then thoughts were gone and she was screaming orgasm ecstasy cries.
"Wow, what nuts!" she gasped when Jonas had followed her finish in a violent ejaculation. He showed no sign of disengaging, even though his penis had softened inside her body. She twisted as Maddy moved from below to nuzzle cozily against her shoulder.
"You really are sweet, even if you're nutty." She turned to look directly into Maddy's eyes. "And you don't mind what you just saw?"
The head barely moved. "Only with you. Anyone else, I'd scratch her eyes out. Love it watchin' you."
"But, I...." Candy's voice trailed off as she felt the organ in her vagina begin to thicken again.
"Maybe it's my hang-up, but I almost come myself, watching Jonas push himself into your darling body. And when you come and he comes-I'm, oohhh!" Madeline clasped her arms across her front to still the shudder.
"This man's gettin' big again." Candy made it sound as if she couldn't care less.
Maddy's fingers were playing boldly with the nearest breast. "Think I shall retract the offer after what I saw down there. Know something, Jonas? You still look about two sizes too big for Candy. Her little cuntlet got stretched so wide it was like a bull goin' in!"
"Check it again!" Obviously Jonas had loved the oral play as he rode, but Candy squirmed violently as his coital thrusting began to gather momentum.
"Wayyyitt!" Her fists beat her uncle's chest. "This time it's love circle time."
"Huh?"
"While I love Aunt Maddy, she can love you some place and you make love to me. We make a love circle."
"Love it!" Madeline wriggled in a U-turn on the bed and Candy drew her hips toward her, then burrowed between the sleek thighs of the wanting female. Boldly, aware of her uncle's watchful gaze, she kissed along the inner thigh till her lips were half an inch from the palpitating vulva.
"Watch, Unky!" she whispered. "Just like a man." Her tongue, pink and stiff, stabbed across the narrow space, piercing the dark line of Maddy's quim slit.
He reflexed instantly, his deeply buried cock humping into Candy's resisting cunt. "Let's change die circle deal," he panted, dropping across his wife's front to nuzzle her tempestuous boobs. "We both love her while I fuck you out of your mind, little girl."
"Mmmhhh!" Candy's excitement was a muffled murmur of delight as she tongued deeply through the trembling labial lips and found the taut clitoris. Simultaneously, Jonas was massaging and mouthing Maddy's breasts, lifting her to quick rapture to the two-way assault. His pelvic thrusts intensified and to an unhinged Candy it felt as though the man was driven almost to her hips.
Like tumbling dominoes their crests came and top pled them with squealing cries of orgasms-run-wild, Jonas' frantic ejaculation barreling into Candy's vagina; an uncontrolled spunking gripping both females at once, and finally the slow quieting between them.
"Feel you both sayin' it," he murmured. He had moved his head to the warmth of Maddy's lower tummy and watched Candy's lips still puckered against Maddy's sex center. Her eyes opened and showed no embarrassment. Instead, she drew slightly back and deliberately wet her lips with her tongue. "Sweet honey," she whispered to the voyeur. "What do you mean, you feel us both sayin' it?"
"Your tummy and Maddy's. Kinda after jumps, like you're sayin' 'thank you.' "
"Isn't that chauvinist male for you," groaned Madeline, unwinding from the embrace of her niece and watching Jonas pull a glistening, now ropey penis from Candy's passion pit "Let's talk about Pelbroke," she said when moments later they were side by side again. "What happened?" It was easier now, and Candy told them quickly. Hid nothing about her intimacy with her coach and later with Jan, and as she recounted the play-by-play with the boys in a late night visit to the gym, Jonas chuckled. His wife's sound of exasperation at his interruption stopped the mirth, and Candy plunged on to the way it had come off with the five males practicing their human pyramid.
She stopped suddenly, 'You don't want all the details. I'll just...."
"All the details!" insisted Madeline. "I want to know everything that happened."
So she told them-ending with the catastrophe of the arrival of the director of athletics, Coach Sanders' firing and the expulsion of the five men. "Just me'n Jannie were left, and he wouldn't believe it when she tried to take the blame."
"I know this Brostek," her aunt said. "He married a girl in my class at Pelbroke. He's dull, she's dull and they're just-just square!" She found Candy's hand and squeezed. "But don't leave now. That wouldn't do a thing for Mr. Sanders or any of the guys now."
"But I feel like a traitor staying."
"Nonsense. Did you know we had a letter just a week ago and that was after all this happened. From the president of Pelbroke, no less, telling us how proud the school is of one Candice Merriweather. He said you'd already won eight local and two state trophies. You didn't even tell us!"
"I wanted to surprise you when I was really sure I was in contention for the Olympic team," she said, glowing at the praise.
"Your president told us something else," Jonas interjected. "Said the gymnastic coach had resigned and...."
"President Hutchins wrote you that?"
"Apparently after the big bomb from what's-his face-Brostek. Alumni boosters got together and voted to give the best girl and guy gymnasts all the help they can to keep them from leavin' Pelbroke. Guess he knew you all liked this Sanders."
Candy caught her breath remembering. "I think I love him like I couldn't any other man." She caught Jonas' hand and pulled it to her breast. "You understand that, don't you?"
He snatched his hand away brusquely. "We stick to matters at hand for the moment!" He glared down his front at the uncoiling penis. "Lordy, Maddy, look what she did!"
Madeline ignored the comment and looked deeply into Candy's face. "We thought your coming home was something like this. You don't really want to leave Pelbroke, do you?"
"Uh-unnnnhh. I love the gymnastics and I want to make the Olympic team more'n ever, just to show 'em."
"We have a little problem then. We've got a terrible mess at your uncle's business and we're fighting day by day to hang on. Now, you know we'd give ev--"
You already have," interjected Candy.
"Other way around," mumbled Jonas. "Anyway, what Maddy's about to say is that we're up the creek this term on college monies, but the boosters have contacted us to say they've got work scholarships-everything we've got for you....'" lined up around the town, if any of their gymnast team people ever need help"
"That's what that was all about." Candy remembered the letter that came from the local grads' group, congratulating her victories, wishing her well in the try for the Olympic team and ending with the invite to call if they could ever be of service.
"Well-it's entirely up to you, sweet," Jonas ended. "Personally, we'd like to see you stay on at Pelbroke. You've flipped 'em with your performances on the uneven bars and the parallel bars and everything.
"Uncle Jonas!" Candy flung her arms around the man. "You've even learned tumbling language. How sweet! 'Course, I'll stay. That is, until you tell me to come help at the factory."
"Be a cold day in hell!" he muttered, glaring down his front at a tired tool that got only to half-staff to the touch of Candy's body. "Anyway, three times is almost five!"
"Big deal!" mocked Madeline softly, but as her hand crossed the soft form of the girl between them and groped for Jonas' fingers, Candy saw the look. Peculiar relation, she thought, snuggling into a cuddly ball. She loves him and he loves her, and I love them both.
For silent moments she debated with herself about telling Madeline and Jonas about the experience of the night before with the Spacemen and Spacettes of Westchester Airport. Abruptly she discarded the notion, certain nothing could be gained and sure, too, that what she had with her aunt and uncle was too precious to them to risk by telling of the impulsive madcap in the hangar. A strange light had entered Jonas' eyes when she talked of the swinging introduction of Coach Andy to homosexual play, and she wondered if maybe she'd already said too much. They'd told her anything she wanted to do was beautiful for them, but had they really meant it?
It was Jonas who broke the silence as if he had just come up with a great new idea. "Honey, if Candy means to go back to Pelbroke, I have a notion that will make rotten Brostek and the whole damned campus go out of their trees."
"I'm going to ask Del Williams to come over here tomorrow night and have dinner with us. He's...."
"Oh now, Jonas! For heaven's sake!" Madeline's brusque interruption sent a ripple of nervous surprise through Candy. The look that went with the interruption said even more. Something was up, and it had surfaced during the time since Candy had left home for college.
"It's only to show Candy, Del's line of swimwear, Maddy." Jonas was definitely on the defensive. "Now, when she goes back to the gymnastics, she's gonna knock their eyes out with gym wear like no one ever dared before."
Maddy was pensive a moment, then nodded. "Maybe it's not a bad idea at all, if that's really why you want Del here. Could stir up a whole new scene around the gymnasium."
The next evening Delbert Williams sat eyeing the Merriweather's niece appreciatively as she finished her dessert. All through the meal she had seen his open admiration of her aunt, but his glances toward her had been surreptitious and gradually annoying. His looks hadn't helped either. Williams had too sleek an appearance. Candy couldn't put her finger on her distaste. He was a handsome man, dark hue to his face; he had explained he was of Iranian background. Maybe, she thought, that was why he looked at her through squinted eyelids as if sneak-peeking.
"Del has some of his ideas for your acrobatic wear with him," Uncle Jonas said, pushing back from the table and lighting a cigarette as he watched Candy finger nervously with her coffee cup.
She wasn't sure she wanted even to see what ideas now, after the case job the man had given her. "You know, they may not let me use anything but the regular college issue," she said hesitantly.
Jonas slapped his knee and guffawed, "One look and the old uniforms will be gone. Besides, you did say the boys wear whatever they want, didn't you?"
Candy nodded and again on glancing up, caught Williams' eye flitting nervously across her bodice. She flushed when their eyes met and suddenly Williams grinned.
"I think I am in bad taste, Jonas. I've been "guestimating" and I believe your niece thinks I'm a gawking schoolboy."
Jonas roared with delight. "You-gawking? Of course you were! Tell Candy."
"I was guestimating," Williams repeated. His smile was irritating and open and Candy found herself even more annoyed.
"Looked more like x-raying," she said tartly, deciding that in spite of her youth, impudence was deserved.
"Could call it that," he acknowledged. "I'm in the business of making things to cover women's bodies and cover the least amount possible. Bikinis, mini bikinis and micro bikinis. You name it. Anyway, I'm probably the world's greatest expert of gauging the female under full cover, like you are...." He paused and looked at Madeline's decolletage, licked his lower lip and continued, " ... and like your aunt isn't" Madeline stiffened, and drawing back her shoulders proudly, winked across the table at Candy. "He just thinks he knows what's where he can't see."
"I can prove it," snorted the man. "Jonas, get me a sketch pad."
Minutes later, chair tilted back against the wall, pad cupped in the crook of his arm, he was busy with a pen. "There," he announced shortly, tossing the pad to the still seated Candy. "Am I close?"
A flush of surprise crept into Candy's cheeks at the candor of the drawing. He had pictured her stretched in a gymnast's split on a balance beam, arms out-flung, head back, totally nude. It was a startling likeness, and Williams, seeing the color in her face,' mistook it for embarrassment. "I am sorry!" he exclaimed. 'I've been gauche again!"
"Oh-no!" Candy danced from her seat around the table to show her aunt the sketch. "I was just puzzled by the way you-you know-your eyes were when you looked at me during supper." She felt herself beginning to like Delbert.
His laugh was almost a girlish giggle. "That's my technique. I can see through walls when I lower my eyelids most of the way."
""But you still haven't caught the real Candy," criticized Madeline, ignoring his boast and crinkling her nose disdainfully. "She's much more beautiful than this"
"Time for modeling some of Del's samples." Jonas was on his feet, heading for the library. "We'll have to prove she's up to our rave notices when we called Del for dinner."
"What am I supposed to do?" Candy whispered to Maddy when they walked together behind the men down the hall.
"Lord knows," groaned her aunt. "Just do as you feel like and I'll try to keep the boys in line."
Candy puzzled over the way Madeline said "boys," and wondered what there was in the relationship at home that had altered since she'd left. Definitely something. And it was definitely a surprise after her aunt's comment going into the den, about keeping things in line, to hear her next comment Swinging on her piece with maddening maternalism, Maddy said, "Now, don't be shy, Candy. I want to prove to Delbert that he's missed the real dimensions." She turned to the two men, 'Why don't you help her change into one of Delbert's creations...."
It slowly dawned on Candy. Madeline was putting the men on, not her niece. She was definitely out to prove something. To start a play time that way was certainly not like Maddy. She was much more direct. Then it came to Candy that this was Maddy's way to swing into an evening that would leave it entirely up to Candy to give the word if she was in the mood! They'd get the word!
A curious tingling raced through her and she wondered if it was from the cr�me de menthe and vodka that Jonas had mixed as an after dinner drink with her coffee. He called it "Green Dynamite" and maybe it was all in the liquor and not in her sensual excitement. But the excitement was there as she turned slowly toward the men, stretching her arms above her head and watching their eyes travel down the length of her black tulle cocktail sheathe.
Jonas was easy to read as she advanced toward him and pirouetted lightly, but Delbert was an enigma. His eyes seemed to glaze and his mouth dropped open as he stared.
She dismissed the mystery of Delbert and tilted her head quizzically to Uncle Jonas. "Will you help me In seconds the dress was slipping from her shoulders-slithering down her front. Hearing a little gasp from their house guest, she remembered she'd worn bra but no panties. What difference? Hadn't he sketched her nude? She bent saucily at the waist to reach behind for her bra snaps, but it was Williams' hand that got to the target first.
Let me!" His fingers were cold as ice on her shoulder blades as he popped first one, then another, and finally the third snap. When she straightened and smiled at him, he grinned nervously. "You are truly beautiful," he said tensely, then turned abruptly to go to a battered suitcase sitting on the davenport.
Strange feeling for Candy. In all her men relationships, she never had had the vibrations she got from this Delbert Williams, and she looked quickly toward her aunt, feeling suddenly very naked and bug-on-a-pin. Madeline arched her eyebrows sympathetically.
"These are right for you!" Del spun from his display bag holding up one of his creations. "Williams Wonda Weave! They stretch wherever needed."
Candy looked at the gold nothing in his hand and then at his eyes to see if he was joking. His face was sombre. "They better stretch!" she murmured.
"Here's some others." He drew a white and a silver sequin number from the bag and holding them aloft, a strange shiver went deep inside Candy. She had worn silver sequins last on the caper with the Spacemen.
"I think I'd like to try on the gold first," she said.
"Good," purred Williams. "Stand right there and I'll show you how simply these go on, and how they'll compliment your figure."
"Doesn't need any more complimentin' than it gets for itself," chuckled Jonas, and a glance toward his pants front told Candy her uncle was getting jollies out of seeing another male standing so close to her, and about to handle her quite freely.
Williams clearly knew his business about girls' bathing suits and how to put them on a female. This time as his fingers guided the stretchable elastic of the halter, she was expecting the same coldness she had felt when he undid her bra. Her nipples lay flat at the centers of the breasts until he touched the undercurve of the boob with a surprisingly warm touch, then guided the material up and across the globe. In seconds he had the daring gold halter in place and in those same seconds Candy's nipples had flared to stiff cones.
Delbert was all professional, but no less maddening, just from the light caress that went with adjusting the material. He was as gentle in his helping her into the panties, which were nothing but a flat strip of material that passed through her legs and attached at either hip. With an apparent disinterest which she couldn't believe, he slipped the material through her thighs, staring casually at her smooth shaven pubic mound as he did, and maddening her by the ho-hum attitude. No male that close to her had ever been bored, and she was beginning to think Delbert was one super faker till he straightened and she stole a glance at his crotch. There wasn't the slightest evidence of arousal. Something definitely wrong.
"Let's have a look at you," Williams said softly, turning her to face her aunt and uncle, and circling to join them.
Candy felt a strange pride at the eyes which roamed her body. Glancing down across the swelling of her breasts, she saw the stiffness at the centers, urgent and obvious, and she tried to conceive the impact such a skin-tight elastic would have on the judges of a tumbling routine. Cotton leotards were one thing, but this material, while it covered what had to be covered, was wildly provocative.
"It's exquisite on you!" praised Delbert and there was something about the way he said it that gave her goose bumps.
"Do you like it?" she asked her aunt.
"Out of this world!"
"I know what I want to do then, to compare, Candy said innocently to Maddy. "I want you to model the silver."
It was as if Madeline had hoped she would be asked, and she jumped from the davenport and hurried to the beat-up suitcase to get the sequin micro. No pretense about leaving the room when Candy darted to her side and offered to help her change. Delbert Williams was a male Maddy obviously wasn't the least bit shy around.
Candy was open in her affection for her aunt as she helped her out of her dress and even leaned impetuously to brush a kiss across her lips. With pretended shock, Candy studied the way her aunt's nipples were turgid with excitement while she fitted the halter in place. But when she looked toward Del as she knelt to adjust the silver panties, there was only the slightest bulge to show he was the least impressed with Madeline's fantastic figure.
The mystery was more than Candy could bear. Williams was watching Jonas more than he was looking at either of the females. Very deliberately Candy walked back to the bag and selected white and red swim minis and spinning to face the men, she waved the panties at them. "Still can't decide which I-like best, so there's only one way. You two will have to model these and then well take a vote on which is best for me."
"Whaaatt-not on your life!" scoffed Jonas, turning as if to run.
"Come on, Del, do it!" Clearly Williams was more than willing. With Maddy's help and even some from Delbert, Candy stripped her uncle of shoes and pants, bow tie and shirt. Once down to his jockeys, there was no hiding his excitement. His cock was stiff against the front of the elastic, its great mushroom cap mashed under the pressure.
"How do you think you're gonna fit that into any girl's bikini?" he snorted, looking at his crotch.
"Mr. Williams promises they stretch where they're 'sposed to!" Candy boldly tweaked the hard-on. "And they're goin' to have to right out to here."
"Better hold him, Dolbert," warned Maddy. "You don't mind, do you?"
It all came crystal clear to Candy with the dry sarcasm. But Uncle Jonas with a gay friend? Uncle Jonas with any kind of gay streak himself? Impossible. But when she watched the look exchanged by the men as Maddy fiddled with the mounting of the white panties over Jonas' massive sex assembly, she knew it must be.
'What's good for the goose," giggled Maddy, the second they had finished trapping her husband's parts in the ridiculously stretched elastic. Both girls turned on Delbert to hurry him out of his clothes into the red version of the stretch wear.
Candy wasn't prepared for what popped from his middle when Del was stripped to his "b.v.d's. She had never known a male who wore boxer style underwear, and had often puzzled about what happened to "b.v.d." types if they get aroused at the wrong time. With Delbert it never happened from looking at girls, but now with an excited fellow male at his side, he was showing all.
The moment his slacks were dragged from his hips, Candy understood what happened to hard-ons under loose shorts. They ramrod out from under the cotton and with Delbert, "ramrod" was the word. Standing proud and brazen and rocking to and fro on the balls of his feet, hands on his hips, he urged the pendulous cock in a bold to and fro action. It was Madeline who stripped away the b.v.d's and presented him totally naked.
Delbert's phallus had a specially mean and ominous appearance at the ready. The cap was swollen and distorted with a knobby, blunt cap and, to Candy, it had the color of liverwurst. Its shaft seemed at least as thick as her fist and, grabbing the red panties, she caught the erection and trapped its trembling length while she started to put the cover on it.
"You better have help!" laughed Madeline. "He's three or four inches bigger than Jonas."
"Two," growled Jonas, wincing under Candy's even stare. "So, all right, niecy dear, don't go get uptight! Men make a point of knowing things like that."
"Do they now?" Maddy was clearly in the middle of a new role as wife of one who had just recently turned on to the gay way. Candy turned a sympathetic look toward her aunt and, when she saw the despair under the plastic smile, she hurried to her side and kissed her impetuously on the cheek.
"You're in for a shock when you turn around, my dearest," Maddy whispered softly. "I'm afraid your uncle is quite different than he was."
"How?" Candy whispered back, trying to have some clue from the older woman as to what her actions should be.
"Jonas gets his kicks now from both sides of loving." She sighed and shrugged. "Truth is that he isn't the only one like that, is he? You know I am, and I'm afraid if you stay in this room you could be polluted by us all." Weird gleam in her eye as she looked over Candy's shoulder. "Why don't you run along? I'm sorry I got you into this mess."
"Polluted? Mess? Do you mean there's something dirty about a man with a man or a girl with a girl? I thought it was all part of something bigger called love?" Her voice broke and she looked down, suddenly aware that all her notions about right and wrong she'd had from these two. They'd made her what she was and now she seemed to be hearing sounds recanting it all.
"Is that how you still feel, Candy? That all kinds of love are beautiful?"
She nodded silently. "I'd like to watch what's happening with Uncle Jonas. May I look?"
Maddy nodded. "But this is-oh, my dear, what's happening to us?" She leaned to kiss her niece's forehead as the girl turned. Both Jonas and Delbert had shed their ridiculous mini panty cover and both wore hard and jutting erections. As far as Del was concerned, he was unaware of the presence of the others. "Come on, Jonas, baby, let me have it!"
Jonas' eyes were wide and somewhat desperate when he looked first at Candy and then at his wife.
"You may as well go ahead and do as he says." Maddy's words were dead, and so were her eyes as she looked at her husband.
Candy tried to understand why, since Maddy was herself an admitted bi-sexual, why wouldn't she be as happy for Jonas to play both ways, too. It had to be the female psyche, she decided. Maddy was so beautiful and exciting and desirable. Yet here before his niece, her husband was about to give what he had to another male. Candy looked at the shimmering auburn hair, the sleek shoulders, and the tempestuous breasts-and above all, the pride in the way her aunt kept her body and she thought she understood. It wasn't that Jonas didn't have the right; it was that Madeline gave so much of her life grooming herself for her man, and there really was a difference in a woman loving a woman and a man loving a man. A woman just can't share the love of her man, even it she herself plays elsewhere.
Still not the answer, Candy knew. Madeline was open and eager to share her husband with Candy. Wanted it and set up situations-even like this one. With a sigh of frustration, Candy did a half turn and wilted back against Maddy, staring at what was developing between the men.
The two were built in the same lean-muscled athletic fashion and both were well kept. Jonas, resigned to an audience, had given himself over to Del and both were sitting close together, facing each other, not six feet away from the females.
Candy had never really watched intently as two men played with each other and she was fascinated. Behind her she felt Madeline lean snugly against her back and the warmth of breast and the tautness of nipple sent expectant shivers through Candy.
Abruptly, the play began as Delbert shoved Jonas onto his back and swung a leg across the man's thighs. As if it was a regular routine for them, Williams slid forward and pried at Jonas' thighs till he popped his testicles into view and had the whole aroused genitalia on display. Forcing his legs tightly together, Williams pressed a powerful hand against Jonas' gut to keep him motionless and stared down at his erection, leaping excitedly, very ready.
"Cock-a-doo mash!" chortled Delbert, urging himself forward still more till his soaring prick shaft was flush against Jonas. He was the bigger man by more than two inches, but it was plain neither was measuring. They were launched on a fun game they had worked out together at some earlier time. Both wrapped fists around the pricks, snugging the shafts together and began to frig. Simultaneous masturbation!
"Aaahhh-yahhh-Jonas baby, here we go!" It started to spray from both prick caps at the instant Delbert screamed, and Candy watched two fountains of milk white cum arch high and splatter across her uncle's chest.
It was the appetizer before the meal. The two sprang apart the instant the orgasms were done and neither showed the least sign of losing his hard. "Gotta have you! Gonna-gonna!" growled Del, circling his prey like a predator.
"Come and get me!" shrilled Jonas, twisting and tumbling directly at the feet of his wife and niece and now apparently not aware they were there.
The two dove for each other's groin and finding their prizes were instantly caught in homosexual wildness. Demanding. Rough. Savage to the eyes of the watching females. Candy had heard that part of the attraction of two males for each other was the femininity of one and the masculine dominance of the other. Watching Jonas and Delbert straining and wriggling and seeming to try to overpower each other both sexually and physically, she saw no trace of feminine in either.
She concentrated on watching Del, and it was clear he had had a lot of experience playing with his own sex. Eyes closed as he wrestled and let himself be wrestled, his mouth was sealed vise-like to Jonas' cock and he had engulfed cap and four inches or more of hard shaft. Candy stared at the rhythmic contractions of his cheek muscles as he munched and sucked and there was something eerie in the way the swollen glans penis forced a visible bulge against the stretched facial skin. She turned her attention to Jonas, far more the amateur.
His eyes were open and bright with a mixture of fright and desire. He had only lip lodged Delbert's thick swollen crown and in their wrestling antics would time and again lose his plaything. It was that that made their game seem more like an athletic contest, for as soon as Del's sopping glistening prick would spew from Jonas' lips, he would go wild in the effort to retrieve it.
"Like a kid losing his lollypop!" sniffed Maddy in Candy's ear as she watched her man bent deeply back by the more powerful Williams, contort and arch in the attempt to regain the cock reaming crazily in space, dripping with his saliva.
Candy felt Madeline's fingers slip across her shoulders and knew what was wanted. She wanted the same and twisting, the girls helped each other out of their bikinis, then curled snugly in an intimate ball of sizzling female flesh directly beside the men. Del and Jonas made strange sounds as they felt the intrusion of the girls against their embracing bodies, but whatever the sounds meant, neither Maddy nor Candy cared. Instead, quite deliberately, they coiled together, facing each other, letting their legs mix with the legs of their male neighbors, watching what they could see of the male play for a moment, then starting their own more interesting game.
In spite of the quick sweep of a lightheaded dizziness at the brazen prowling of Maddy's tongue, Candy was captivated by the strange incongruity of the caper. Her uncle's profile was clearly visible as she peered over Maddy's hip, and Jonas was mouthing eagerly now at Del's penis, while her aunt was busily involved low on Candy's body.
"Oooohhh-Maddy-nice!" So why make sense of it, she wondered. In separate ways, Jonas and Maddy were showing love and with a low-throated groan of resignation, Candy gave herself over to being taken. It was the way Maddy wanted it, she could feel. Not both taking each other at once, the way the men were. Maddy wanted to commandeer Candy and not be commandeered herself at the same moment.
She built her niece to the peak very slowly, milking, warm lips, puckered against the pussy petals-then, slithering across the shapely front, kissing each pore till she reached the tortured breasts. From turgid nipples to the outline of each full globe, then up the slope of Candy's throat, tracing along the chin line and for five long moments mouth-to-mouth in a delicious tongue duel.
It was just as she had squirmed back to first things and was nestled between Candy's thighs, tongue loving deeply into her vagina, that Jonas and Delbert peaked. Bodies so close to the girls, with Jonas' legs still interlocked with Candy's, the men sounds came wild and untamed as the orgasms grabbed them.
Frantic humping of Jonas' buttocks, pounding his response to Del's merciless fellatio against Maddy's tail. Candy felt the frenzied quivering of his legs as the man reached toward climax zenith. Maddy's deep probe into Candy's cunty depths quieted momentarily as she let the feeling Jonas was radiating seep through. Then she was unchained lesbian, determined to make Candy crest and to send messages of woman love back through Jonas. Splaying Candy's thighs wide, she dove thirstily at the helplessly exposed cunty center, tonguing and munching the taut nubbin of her niece's clitoris.
The passion took Candy with a nearly unhinged frenzy when she felt the satiny softness of Maddy's lips pucker at her clit. She could clearly visualize how the incredibly beautiful face of Madeline Merriweather would look burrowed in woman-wild need, nibbling that tortured clitty.
"My guy-godddh-Mad-Madeline-OHHHP It was a crest level Candy never had reached be-. fore in the love she had known from any girl, and once started, the orgasm wouldn't stop. Clawing frenziedly at the sides of her temptress's head to force her to disengage, she felt herself spinning out in a wild come orbit. A possessed Maddy wouldn't be dispossessed and the reaction of violence from Candy only triggered her to more adventure. Darting, spearing, licking, the tongue drove deeper and deeper, forcing Candy to come even more violently.
Out of desperation she wrenched at the woman's shoulders, sure she was about to faint if she couldn't stop end-over-end climaxing. Somehow her desperation reached Maddy and, abruptly, the torture ended. Sweet, supple limpness folded away as Candy bent Madeline away from her body, then squirmed to where she could look into Maddy's opened eyes. Little comers of moisture at the edges and dilated pupils at the centers. Madeline was in deepest need of reciprocated love and without a word, Candy moved tenderly down the front of her body. Nothing was missed by her lips-nipples, midriff, navel, and finally the pulsing mons veneris.
"Take me!" moaned Maddy. "Oh, Candy darling, put your tongue in my cunt-puhhleeese!"
She was possessed woman, surrendered and yearning, love starved and dying for it. When Candy's tongue speared against the clitoris, Maddy's body stiffened a second and then she was gone. Vibrating and pulsing violently in the grip of orgasm, rolling and twisting, but never trying to disengage from the remorseless flesh dart that stabbed against the clit and strummed Maddy's climax trigger to sheer distraction.
"I want! I want!" The male cry burst directly behind Candy and simultaneously she felt clutching, demanding hands. Uncle Jonas was pulling furiously at her hips to force her to twist her lower body to his lust.
It was no time to fight the fury of a man frenzied at the sight of girl love and frustrated by his own mixed desires, so Candy let him have his way. She tried to tell herself it was her duty to Aunt Madeline to let the man have his will, but it was phony to pretend and she burrowed deeper into the spasm-driven vagina, welcoming the brutish thrust of Jonas' cock into her body. And then in a flickering glance up the front of Maddy, Candy saw a weird sight. Maddy had stretched to clasp Jonas' shoulders, even as her husband committed adultery and even as she let her niece inflame her in lesbian love orgasm. As Candy watched in passionate delight, Jonas and Madeline kissed and continued the kiss till Jonas' cannonade of semen ejaculated deep in Candy's vagina.
Long hours later the three lay quietly on the deep pile of the library rug. Somewhere in the evening Delbert had left and there was a mumbled exchange between the adults. Candy murmured a "thank you" for the micro mini wear he left on the davenport, but. said no more. It was too strange, and too far beyond her to sift out where Madeline and Delbert and Jonas would go from there.
Slowly she pushed to a sitting position between the two and, head bowed, looked from one to the other. "I should be ashamed," she whispered. "I started more than I really planned to. Honest." It had been on her mind for the last hour that if she had restrained the playfulness when they were making her model the mini swim wear, the gay swing might never have happened. Somehow it seemed to her now she likely had added one more nail to the coffin of Madeline and Jonas' marriage.
"You needn't be the least bit," corrected Maddy. "Jonas and I knew we've got highly sexed natures. So do you, darling. And because you like to love girl bodies and boy bodies, you're going to have problems some day yourself. Just don't worry yourself now. Enjoy the game."
Candy shivered and tightened her arms across her middle. "I do enjoy it," she replied. "I just love you both so, and-and-ohh...." She dropped suddenly, arms flung across both of them. "I'd be lost if anything should ever break up between you two.
"It won't," whispered Jonas. "We both have kinks, but most of all, we have each other."
"And me in the middle," she giggled, suddenly light-hearted again, and aware that her uncle, pressed against her side, wore a monumental erection. "Doesn't it ever get tired?"
"Huh-uhhh. It's got a need."
"Do me a big favor, for our last time now, Uncle Jonas?"
"Anything."
"Take my gorgeous ancient aunt's bod and slide it over on top of me and let me feel you doin' her good. We'll be like three pillows."
Maddy's exclamation burst into the exchange. "Darling, we'd squash you to pieces I Do you know what your uncle weighs?"
"One hundred and sixty-two." Again Candy's infectious giggle. "I helped him weigh himself this morning in the bathroom."
"Was that before or after he got hard?" Maddy's curiosity was up for the game Candy proposed and she eased a leg over Candy's thigh to show her willingness.
"Funny thing," interjected Jonas, shifting to help position Maddy. "Meant to tell you 'bout it earlier. We tried the scales both ways. With me hard and then soft."
"Not going to ask how you ever got it soft around Candy-but how?" Madeline was sprawled across her niece's succulent body, the sleek curve of her buttocks warm against Candy's tummy, legs opened slightly in invitation to her man.
"We took a shower together, and that was odd, too. Would you believe I was a pound heavier after the shower?"
"Talk, talk, talk," murmured Candy, arms clasped around Maddy's body from beneath, playing casually with the fullness of her breasts. "Don't think either of you want any more lovin'!"
"Is that a fact?" chortled Jonas, creeping through the deep valley of two beautiful sets of legs. He gaped hotly at the figure of his wife and watched his niece tease the upthrust nipples. "Just remembered something from a million years back. First time we three made it together. Almost like this, 'cept Candy was on top that time."
Candy squeezed lightly and Maddy moaned desire. "He did remember! Maddy, he remembered!"
A low sound of deepest want-agony was the answer. "Sadists!" Madeline hissed. "You're both sadistic!" She squirmed against her captor beneath. "Why don't you go back to school?"
"Changed my mind," teased Candy, feeling Jonas' full balls brush her thigh as he pressed his cock against Maddy's palpitating cunty lips. "Gonna stay here forever."
Only inarticulate sounds of two deep in the throes of copulation answered her, and Candy tightened her clasp on Maddy's heaving breasts and let their undulations wash through her body. In the morning, she knew, all this would be left behind again as she returned to the gym and the classes, and the search for a job that would keep her in Pelbroke College.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She stood before the mousy little man who had been introduced to her as the owner of Dreyman's Department Store, and one of Pelbroke's leading alumni boosters.
"They said you would speak to me about a position where I could help out after hours." Candy sat nervously on the edge of the straight back across from Dreyman.
He formed a steeple with his fingers and studied her from behind his desk, not speaking for an uncomfortable few seconds. "Yes, my dear." Strange high pitched voice. "I understand you are one of our best hopes for Olympic team members."
Candy fought a little wave of irritation. "That's if I can get a work scholarship that'll let me practice with the gymnastics team and still make my classes."
"You've got it," he assured her.
He leaped unexpectedly from his chair and circled his desk, never taking his eyes from her as he approached. "Had in mind askin' you to model for our women's' wear department the two evenings the store is open. That be too much? Pay'll be a hundred a week, and that oughtta handle things at old Pelbroke." Standing under the central light of his office, Ben Dreyman looked younger. "That would be wonderful!" Candy reached impulsively to clasp his hand in gratitude. "Are you really the owner of this whole store? You seem so young."
The observation apparently stung. "My size," he snapped. "Makes me look twenty, but I'm not. Fact is, I'm a classmate with your athletic director. He gave me a call about your need of a job scholarship to make the funds to stay in."
After her first faux pas, Candice was reluctant to make any more personal observations, but it was too much coincidence. Everyone seemed to be a classmate of Oren Brostek, the rat who'd spoiled everything. She wondered if Brostek had also spilled everything about her and the others to this curiously staring local alumnus.
"Maybe you remember my aunt then," she said. "She was Madeline Orton when she was at Pelbroke." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Yes, I recall your aunt well. Lovely woman. Is she married now? Family?"
"Yes and yes," answered Candy. "I'm sorta family. She and Uncle Jonas raised me."
"Hmmmhh?" His gaze was on her bust. "I must say, I'm a little surprised to hear you're a good gymnast I had expected some one--er, shall we say, not quite so--er, well, developed...."
Her flare of feminine indignation was ridden over by sudden intuition. Dreyman had plans, and somehow it felt to her that there was much more than hiring her to model on his mind. She decided to act on her hunch. If Oren Brostek had set her up with some one, he'd naturally have the scholarship office notify her of the job chance, but keep his own name out of it. A quick strategy ticked in Candy's mind. If Dreyman got smart and he had that look, then she could maybe somehow use it against the athletic director to get Andy Sanders his coaching job back again.
"What did you want me to model, Mr. Dreyman?" she asked as he circled her slowly.
"Had thought of women's personals, but that's out," he observed flatly. Under the flatness of his tone there was tension now, and she was sure he was aroused.
"But I'd like the chance," she protested, glancing at the wall clock. "Can I maybe let whoever hires models for that section check me?"
"I hire," he monotoned, catching her glance at the clock and seeming suddenly to seize on an idea. "Could be a good idea. Let's go up to lingerie. That is, if you wouldn't find it embarrassing-I'd have to see." He almost giggled as he said it. "Practically everything you'll be showing the customers."
"I don't mind at all." Strange man, she thought, grabbing her purse and turning with him toward the door from his office.
"Mr. Brostek tells me you're quite the acrobat," Dreyman observed as they stepped from the elevator on the third floor.
"I like gymnastics," she said disinterestedly.
Almost certain now the athletic director had fed Mr. Dreyman a lurid account, and that she was somehow being used for the amusement of the older adult world, she puzzled as to her best course. A U-turn out of the store made the most sense to her, but if there was that much money for her tuition here, she didn't dare leave.
They were walking down the wide main aisle and she glanced up at the long line of neon overhead lights stretching down the rows of counters. "Do you have to keep lights on after hours?" she asked.
"Discourages thieves," he replied grumpily, steering her by the elbow toward an alcove bearing the legend LINGERIE above its entry arch. The shock of stepping from bright lighting to shadows sent an eerier tremor down Candy's spine. It all seemed a little too pat. Job offer. Big money promised. All those double entendres in his words. He could be a real nut. She watched him as he moved around the comer of a glass counter displaying bras and lingerie for all ages and tastes. Seconds later he returned with an armload of boxes.
"Let's go over here." He led her under a trellis covered with what appeared living columbine and climbing roses. "It's our bridal shop," he announced, leading the way to a semi-private dressing area. "I visualize you as perhaps ideal to model our wedding suggestions, and many of our brides-to-be come in in the evenings when you'd be on. Here." He placed a white tulle net full length dress in her arms. "I'd like you to model this for me."
Candy remembered his comment, "Have to see everything you'll be showing the customers." Somehow pulling the little louvered doors that concealed nothing of what went on beyond seemed unnecessary. Conscious of his eyes raking her, even though he sat slumped on the couch feigning indifference, Candy peeled her sweater, dropped her mini and reached for the wedding gown. An audible gasp reached her and she couldn't resist the glance toward Dreyman. He had shifted to the edge of the couch and was staring openly.
The instant she caught the intensity of his watching, she had it all together in her mind. Mr. Dreyman had a kink and she was his newest target. A sudden swirl of disappointment grabbed her. It would be nice to have a job that would get her the money she needed without her body being the only reason for an employer's interest. This wasn't about to be with the little man, gaping unabashedly now at her bra and panty clad figure.
With a little inner sigh, she held the dress to her front. "It's the perfect size, Mr. Dreyman, but I'm afraid it has a built-in bra." She was sure he knew that when he selected it.
"Gracious to goodness! My oversight." He was off the couch and hurrying awkwardly across the room toward her. The why of his hobbling stride was plain-a bulging that looked half the distance to his knee was rigid against his pants leg.
"Let me help you, my dear!" His hands were at her shoulders and fumbling with her bra snaps.
Practiced routine, thought Candy, decided to play his game. As he worked at the snaps, she lifted her arms high above her head, still holding the gown and wondering what would happen when the bra loosened.
"Ahhh!" He caught the band as the last snap was released and choosing this as honesty time, she turned on her heel to face him.
Wide eyes stared into hers, then dropped helplessly to gape at her bared breasts. She followed his study from one to the other hardened nipple and then, as if it were nothing at all out of the ordinary, she bent and stepped into the wedding dress. Squirming to ease the snug waist past her hips she saw that the entranced Dreyman stood, unmoving, in the same place he'd been when he first reached her.
"My!" she teased. "How'd you guess I needed a "D" cup in the dress size?" She fingered the zipper of the gown closed and faced him.
He croaked inarticulately, then cleared his throat. "You're a beautiful woman, my dear."
Time for the gamble, Candy decided, closing the distance and reaching below his belt for the grotesque bulge. A larger-than-life knobby cock crown filled her hand through the slacks material and she wondered at its size on so small a man.
"Why isn't this at home making your wife happy right now?" she demanded, feeling heady with her daring and far too tall, looked down at the little man.
He gagged and again found his voice. "Not married. Don't do that or you'll know why!"
"You're kidding!" Her fingers dove for the zipper and seconds later surrounded horny hot flesh inside the fly.
"You'll laugh," he warned as she tugged the erection upward to free it "Never!" she murmured. "Not at a man like this." But when the turbulent cock flesh leaped into view she caught her breath to stifle an exclamation of stunned surprise. Ben Dreyman, five foot two and little more than a hundred pounds, wore a penis that she was certain had to be ten inches long.
"Weird, ain't it?" squawked a nearly hysterical voice. He was gaping at pretty feminine fingers clutched feverishly to his darkened prick. "Got a top big enough to bust most females and that's one of the reasons you don't see me married."
"What's the other?" Candy sank to her knees as she asked, fingering gently along the outline of the ballooning prick.
"My damned family! Made such a howl for me to mate and father a stable of Dreymans. Keep the store goin' for future generations and all that crap. Hell, what am I tellin' you for?" He groaned. "Anyhow, it made a freak out o' me."
"This is no freak!" protested Candy, stroking slowly between swollen tip and thick root. 'What's freaky about any of it?"
Something was whipping Dreyman on in his confession. "Me, that's what's freaky. Got a hang-up on this bridal bit. You knew when I brought you up here, didn't you?" he accused.
"Show me what you do with others up here," she whispered softly, sensing the hinting inside was making him defensive. Her hand dropped to her side. "I want to help."
"Help?" His eyes had taken the strange look of fanatical intensity. "Hell you do, bride o' mine! You want to take Dreyman sperm into your belly and have a heir to the fuckin' dynasty!"
"I want to give you love," she answered softly and her tone seemed to soften the tension in his body. Every place but at his groin. The thick phallus, so disproportionate to the rest of his frame that it drooped with the brimming weight at the tip, was quivering with want and she fought the lure to lean and kiss its loneliness. Its owner obviously thought of it only as reproductive organ and not as a fun thing.
"Plug ugly goddamned dick!" muttered Dreyman, dilated pupils quieting as he glared at her play with his penis.
"It's beautiful," contradicted Candy. "I love to look at it."
He was a changed man at her praise and dropped to kneel beside her, eyes still fierce and bright, but the smashed look was gone.
"You are my bride, aren't you?" he demanded and she nodded, going along with his pretending.
"What do you have to offer me?"
"Everything." She said it simply, looking down demurely and spreading the wide skirt of the wedding dress in a sweeping bouffant circle around herself.
"You mean 'everything'?" he demanded, fingering the tie from his shirt
"I mean it."
"Say it again!"
He flipped his belt buckle and she watched quietly.
"You are beautiful to me."
The last of his clothing off, he leaped around her, giving her full impact of his extreme thinness and his monumental cock and balls. "I'm a freak to any woman!"
"Not to me." As she said it, Candy wilted slowly to her back, arching across the billowing skirt, her dark hair striking contrast to the white dress. There was no doubt she had surrendered herself to this strange man.
"Got me a bride!" gasped Dreyman, startled that he had actually seen wanting, not mocking in her eyes. "Gonna get into your panties, bride o' mine!"
He scrabbled wildly with the edge of her dress and flinging it over her upper body, kneed his way between her legs. Unable to see him, Candy felt hot hands grope at her panties' edge and was sure he was about to take her. Instead, a hand clutched fiercely at her hip while another guided his prick to the lower edge of her undies. "Lace!" she heard him exclaim. "Love to fuck through lace panties!"
The hot fullness of his cap was nudged against the rise of her pubic mound and she writhed to urge the cock downward to her pussy gates.
"No! I rule my bride!" he shrieked.
In violent pistoning strokes he began the humping action of coitus. Back and forth, faster and faster. To Candy it was a horrible pretense off the target by inches as he continued to stimulate the act across her mons, getting his thrill from the sensation of her snug panties and her pubic down rubbing against his cock stem.
"Puh-please-Mr. Dreyyy...."
"Ahhhyahhh!" The semen spurted hotly across her tummy and was only stopped by the top edge of her panties. Utter frustration to her.
He was scarcely done than a new need grabbed him and he back-pedalled hurriedly from her groin, leaving her in trembling want from the feel of sticky male cum spattered across the lower part of her body. His hands were impatient as they dragged the upturned skirt away from her chest and tugged at the shoulder straps.
"Duh-don't!" Candy tried to catch wild fingers that threatened to tear the beautiful dress. "Let me!"
Her urgency stopped him and as she released the dainty bridal bows, he crawled across her middle. "I am your bride," she said in sultry warmth, resolved to try to help this man who many had so obviously scorned as a freak. "I give you my body, to do with as you will."
Her fingers drew slowly downward, pulling the bodice of the gown across her magnificent front and exposing rich firm breasts, hard-nippled and explosive, thrusting their need at him. Deep inside, she breathed a frantic prayer that the sight would inflame him to take the gown from her and do what he had only half begun in the pretended copulation below.
"My God, what a woman!" gasped breathless Ben. "Shove those gorgeous titties right into my face, pretty little bride!"
He was a man beside himself as she did just that, arching and straining to present the boobs to his pleasure. "You have to have me, Ben. You know you do!" She watched his hand grip his prick as he straddled across her middle, pressed against the dramatic curve of her rib cage. Ripe swollen testicles were soft against the undercurve of her breasts and she knew with a sinking heart that it was still a make-believe world to him.
"You want my sperm in ya, don't you, sweet bride?" He leaned forward and drove his cock into the deep valley of her breasts, then formed a tunnel with his hands, gripping the satin-skinned globes and pressing toward the center.
Candy gave a last desperate cry of need. "Yes, Ben-yes! Titty fuck me! Do every hole you can find!"
He was pulsing against her body, pumping his erection in driving strokes through breast flesh made hot by the friction of his pistoning cock. His fingers massaged taut cherries as he plowed the pretend cunt and his eyes were wild as he felt his orgasm mounting.
"I-I'm going!" he shrilled. His body momentarily stiffened in climax paralysis and she felt the familiar flood of his cum joy. Warm! Sticky! So loaded and fierce in ejaculation that drops soared through the top of the breast cleavage and splashed against her chin, dripping to her throat and into her hair. For seconds she was long-gone herself in her own climax, stirred by the breast play and the stimulation of his organ against the sensitive mounds. But then it was savagely over and she lay frustrated and unsatisfied, angry that she couldn't get him to take her normally.
He dragged himself slowly from her body and crept on all fours to retrieve his scattered clothing and she squirmed from the wedding dress as she watched him pull his jockeys over thin legs. By the time he was in slacks and shirt again she was out of the bride's ensemble and lay back exhausted on the deep pile of green carpet, nude except for black lace panties.
Dreyman seemed at a loss to know what should come next and he moved to the vanity stool that held her sweater and skirt and returned, looking painfully uncomfortable before the beautiful creature spread before him.
"Here's your-uhhh-Miss Merri...."
"Shhh!" Her wide, wonderful hips were rolling in restless wanting and staring at the plateau of her belly, he could see where his semen flood had matted the panties to her skin. Her eyes were sparkling angrily as her whole frame picked up the undulating rhythm of her hips. He watched the beautiful tapering of her thighs as they pressed tightly, the action forcing her pubic mound to even greater prominence.
"Don't need you!" she muttered in a low voice, turning her head away and showing the man her profile
-dazzling, sharply chiseled features-an expression that said she was off in another world.
Her body, stretched and straining on the rug, was the most perfect female form he'd ever seen. Eternal woman, wanting her man.
"Take me!" she whispered at the emptiness. "Love me-ohh, love me!" Her body was simulating the movements of coitus and her pelvic thrusts urged her sex center against an unseen lover. "Andy! Ben! Someone! Take me! Take me!"
In swift violence her orgasm gripped her and she was momentarily lost in a wonder of a spontaneous coming, rocking and moaning, repeating the name "Andy" several times before the emotion slid from her.
They walked silently to the stairs of the fire exit from Dreyman's Department Store and she let him lead her back to the office they'd left an hour earlier. Inside the paneled quiet she took the drink he offered. Sipped. Wincing at the bitter taste of unfamiliar liqueur, she placed the drink on the wall bar counter and watched him light a cigarette. Fingers shaking, he stashed the butt hurriedly after one drag, then turned to look at her, eyes moist and cheeks drawn.
"I'm sorry," he started. "I forgot my--my....
"I'm not!" interrupted Candy. "You have to be what you have to be. Maybe I wish it was something else, but at least you're honest. More'n most men."
"Thank you for that." He choked and turned away for an instant. "You made me proud of my body for the first time in my life."
Candy felt a slight tremor at that thought. "Everyone should be proud of what they have, that's what I believe. I think every person should let go and live with everything that gives someone else happiness."
"And that's what you do, my dear." He caught her hands and squeezed. "Would you really have let me-you know-go all the way?"
"Of course." She shivered. "It's a wonderful sight when you're that way. All ready and-ohhh, Mr. Dreyman-why don't you forget all the bad things about your family-and-love-all the way!"
He smiled a wan smile. "Tried. Any number of times. Just get too uptight to go through with it, and hell! Guess I gotta settle for this." He looked thoughtfully at her. "Gonna be no good to offer you a job. I'd be wantin' a repeat every time you walked in here." The long dark hair moved slowly from side to side as Candy agreed. "That would drive me out of my skull." She shrugged. "The team doesn't need me, anyhow."
"No job-no more Pelbroke. That it?"
She nodded.
"Sonofabitch!" The oath burst explosively and he swung to face her, hands on his hips. "That stinkin' Brostek set this up! He's up to something, isn't he?"
"He's up to everything!" fumed Candy. "He told you all about his special gymnastics group, I know." Dreyman arched puzzled eyebrows. "Huh-uhhh. Only about you. Said you were, well, sorta suspect by him personally, that's all. He told me something about Coach Sanders-say-was that who you were calling for upstairs?"
She bit her lower lip and looked at her lap. "I didn't know I called anything."
"No matter." His expression said he was sorry he asked, and she found herself oddly at ease, for the first time since she met Benjamin Dreyman. "Bastard Brostek always rides me still bein' a bachelor and when he gave me a call, he said I'd do myself a real favor if I'd try to sex it up with you a little."
"The rat!" Candy's eyes flashed annoyance. "So now you tell him I'm an easy piece and everything he saw Sanders doing to me was my idea!"
"Easy-easy!" Dreyman smiled contemplatively. "You like this Coach Sanders a lot, don't you?"
"Too much. I got him canned by making him want me till he had to take me right in the worst place. Brostek caught us."
An evil look warped Dreyman's face. "And that s.o.b. Brostek got ideas for himself. You know he wants you, don't you? Coward wants to get you for himself now, and only wants to have some other guy to make out to confirm you weren't taken advantage of by Sanders."
She made a sound of helplessness and started to gather her purse to leave. "So, that's that." It felt very dead end.
"Don't go yet," he pleaded. "You want this Sanders back at Pelbroke. Let's do the place a two-way favor.
Let's get Sanders back and at the same time, let's get Brostek out of his job."
"How?"
He pulled her to the davenport's soft leather and parked a safe three feet away as he groped for another cigarette. This time his hand was steady and his air was one of man in control. "First, you go back and tell the student work scholarship office that you couldn't work out evening hours, after all, and you're available again. Meanwhile, I call Brostek and thank him profusely for sending such a sweet girl to me. He'll bug me to see if I tried anything and I'll keep it mysterious and indefinite, like maybe I did or maybe I didn't."
"What'll that do?"
"Keep his temperature high to want to find out. He'll be ready for what I set him up for."
"Where?"
Dreyman shrugged. "Who knows? I've got contacts that can put him in some off-limits situation and make it too damned embarrassing for Pelbroke to keep him on as athletic director." He looked at her curiously, obviously grabbed by a sudden idea. "Tell me, do you know anything about dancing? I mean, like maybe erotic dancing?"
Candy shivered at the thought, but shook her head. "It sounds wild, but I don't know a thing about it."
"You willing to take a chance to fix Brostek's wagon?"
"Anything!"
"Then go on back-the alumni office will get you a job where you'll have good pay and short hours. Meanwhile, I'm gonna make a few contacts and I'll be in touch."
It went precisely as Dreyman had promised. On Monday she had a call to report to Aaron Thurmond, research librarian at the Pelbroke Graduate Library. Unknown to either Dreyman or to Candy, behind the contact from the alumni student employment office was again the fine hand of Oren Brostek. Dissatisfied with the evasiveness of Ben Dreyman when he pressed him for the reason why he hadn't hired Candy, Brostek went for another try.
"Aaron,"-he'd been expansive and candid with his librarian friend whose sex problems Brostek knew about-"got this cutie pie on Special Gymnastics Team who needs a job to stay in school. Can you handle her? Name's Candice Merriweather." He paused at the exuberant response of horny Aaron. "Tell you what I'd like you to watch out for, Aaron." He said it innocently. "She's got a bit of a rep around the gym. Let me know if you see anything out of order, but don't let her know who's asking. Okay?"
More than okay for Thurmond, whose long, lonely hours in the library stacks setting up an acceptable graduate library for newly accredited Pelbroke made him more than ready for an assistant. Especially one like this girl he'd seen in the campus paper, pictured nearly nude in gym attire. Fantastic body! And a reputation, Brostek had hinted.
"Tell me, Miss Merriweather," he asked as he tried not to ogle the curvaceousness. "You don't mind working in these deserted stack rooms? I mean, they're dark and they're away from all your friends."
Candy smiled happily at the bald pate and the maternal concern of the assistant library chief. "I'll be happy as a lark!" she enthused. "I can work after hours and make enough to cover all my expenses."
"You surely can," he agreed, already planning his salvation campaign. "Now, tomorrow night I'll have your first project ready and waiting."
"Will you leave instructions somewhere?"
"I'll take care of it personally," he assured her, and the way he said it gave her the uncomfortable feeling she was hearing the voice of Ben Dreyman, the way he'd been that first meeting in his store. Impossible! She shook away the suspicion. Oren Brostek could never be responsible for two set-ups in a row.
"See you at nine." She waved happily as she left his office, and he followed her buttocks' movement till she rounded the comer and disappeared from view.
"You surely will, little girl," he snickered, rubbing his hands in delight that Oren, who had always handled him like dirt, should push such a chance his way.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She had been on the library job for three evenings, alone much of the time in the back stack rooms cataloguing and aware that most every minute of each of the two-hour stints she had been under surveillance by someone.
It was a creepy feeling. The stacks were low-ceilinged rooms with long corridors and pull chain hanging reflector lamps at intervals which the person using the row tugged to light a small area of book shelves. Very dark, as Aaron Thurmond had said.
Candy had the almost certain feeling that the eyes she was sure were watching her belonged to her new boss. Seemed about par for the course, she thought, remembering that every adult male who had in any way been her superior over the past few years, had gone ape over her. As she busied herself with labeling the books, Dewey decimal style, as Thurmond had shown her, she felt little goose bumps. Someone definitely was in the stack room, hiding in one of the darkened corridors.
No fear in the awareness. Just irritation that some character felt he had to sneak around to look. It could definitely be Thurmond after the way he behaved when he gave her the assignment. While she listened to his briefing, she had wondered once more if Oren Brostek had done behind-the-scenes arranging. She had quickly dismissed that possibility. The offer from the alumni scholarship office came too soon after Ben Dreyman said he would make arrangements. The athletic director could never have maneuvered into the act-or could her? Again the soft footfall from somewhere nearby in the darkness.
Resigned to wait and see, she concentrated on the cart of books Thurmond had set up for her to label and shelve.
"Love Practices of Ancient Persia," she read aloud. "Illustrated even!" Could be dull as dust reading, she thought, opening the book casually to put the library stamp on the inner pages. Books never had interested her very much and now, curiosity storming her mind as to who was in the stacks with her, and with even more curiosity about what Mr. Dreyman had in mind when he asked her whether she knew anything about erotic dancing, her interest in doing "Love Practices of Ancient Persia" was nil.
She flipped the pages to the one on which Mr. Thurmond had suggested she put the library ownership mark, and groped in the tray of the library cart for the rubber stamp. "Oh, my goodness!"
Candy stared at the illustration occupying all of page 150. It was a photo reproduction of an ancient carving from eastern India and the sculptor had created a scene of incredible impact. Seethingly sexual! So carefully carved were the expressions on the faces of the three central figures, so realistic was the straining of their bodies, that they seemed alive.
Candy gaped at a superbly contoured female caught in the middle of a lust battle between two powerful and nakedly aroused antagonists. It was the woman whose face and body caught her attention after first startled surprise that such a candid book would be in such a stuffy library. The woman in the sculptured work in both face and figure bore a striking similarity to Candice Merriweather herself. She stared at the date the archaeologists put on the work of art-circa 2250 B.C.!
"She sees it!" muttered a hidden Aaron Thurmond. Two aisles over, he crouched motionless, hardly daring to breathe in his excitement, watching the unfolding of a caper he himself had arranged.
He'd had the plan to get to her in mind the moment he saw her. For years a secret collector of early erotica, he was stunned by Candy's likeness to one of his favorite pictures in one of the, till-now, unclassified books. Easy to invent the assignment for his new stack room assistant to go to work, marking and shelving the new section of research tomes.
He saw by her expression that Candy had seen her resemblance to the sculptured woman, and that she was enthralled by the action of the scene. This was the girl Brostek hinted had the wild reputation for playing no-no's with athletes around the gym.
Candy read the foot note under the nearly full page photo. "It was common practice in early monogamist society to resolve the faithlessness of a wife in execution. This ancient sculptor shows the first step of the process only." The artist had depicted one male obviously, at the moment of orgasm, being dragged from the body of the female by an outraged male brandishing a huge garrison sword. "Commonly, the woman apprehended was dragged before the high priests of the temple of Astarte and offered to pleasure the gods of carnal frenzies. The male who violated a monogamist relation of husband and wife was summarily executed. The wife, given to the temple priests and no longer property of her husband, was subjected to every manner of male lust conceivable." The authors footnote concluded, "It was a practice abandoned in Hammurabi's time, since it was apparent that many wives arranged their capture 'in flagrante delicto', in order to be punished by the temple priests,"
"Wow!" Candy sank to a low footstool beside her library cart and from his vantage point Thurmond could see her intense study of the picture. "They couldn't have been that long!" she murmured aloud, gawking at the erections worn by the males. The one just ripped from the lush voluptuousness of the wife wore a cock that was anatomically impossible, jabbing into the air as it shot a fountain of semen, it was fully as long as the trunk of the man's torso, with testicles swollen in outsized magnificence underneath.
Thurmond heard Candy's giggle as she assessed the captive male and took in the ominous blade hovering over the genitalia. "Ooohhh, what a way to go!"
The book slammed and the librarian saw her drop the volume into the mobile cart and stretch for the light chain. Abruptly it was dark in the corridor. He could hear the click of her heels as she made her way uncertainly toward die exit door. Had she heard him? Had his sexpot find in fact been offended by the picture, in spite of her apparent reaction? What had gone wrong?
Breathless with fear that he had blown his great chance with the most fabulous body ever to venture into the stack rooms, Thurmond slumped dejectedly against the cushions he'd piled around himself in the blacked-out corridor. The makeshift bed to which he had planned to lure Candy seemed ridiculous now.
It had come together all at once in puzzled Candy's head; the too-neat arrangement by Thurmond for her work in the most deserted wing of the stacks; the plant of that particular book on top of the pile of ancient tomes to be catalogued; Thurmond's too nonchalant suggesting that she mark page 150. No doubt now in her mind. Sneaky Brostek had gotten to the librarian, just as he had to the department store owner, and was setting her up again for his own reasons.
What the reasons were, Candy had a pretty good idea. What would have happened if she had stayed in the stack rooms that evening, she couldn't guess. But it wasn't fear that drove her out. It was just the stealth and the big deal mystery that bugged her. She couldn't stand the hint that sex was something to sneak about.
Late in the night she lay wakeful on her bed, wondering how she could stay on at Pelbroke, if she didn't stay with the library work. The work scholarship man had said it was the last job he had open for the rest of the term. Her thoughts wandered to Dreyman and his promise he'd make contacts for her and come up with something that would be a solution to everything-including Brostek.
"Come on, Ben Dreyman," she whispered at the darkness of her bedroom. She tried to pick which way to go and knew there wasn't much choice. To stay with the effort for an Olympic team berth, she needed funds. Next month that meant getting together almost a thousand dollars to remain at Pelbroke. The neat promises of alumni boosters weren't going to put money across the counter of the treasurer's office. It was the library now or nothing-unless Ben Dreyman came through with his great idea.
There was a light tap at her door and she hurried to answer. "Call for you on the pay phone," muttered a sleepy-eyed dorm mate.
"Wake you up, Candice?" asked the familiar voice.
"Oh, no, Mr. Dreyman, and guess what? I was just now thinkin' about you."
"Call me Ben," he chuckled. "And what part o' me were you thinking about?" Same sort of evil edge to his laugh she had remembered from before. Now she knew it wasn't evil-just Benjamin Dreyman's way. His lust was high again.
Impatience swept Candy at the memory of her aborted play with the man who couldn't unhook from his hang-ups. "What part should I be thinking about, Ben?" she replied, lowering her voice as she used his first name in husky-toned sexiness. No put on. There was a deep burning itch in her body, centering in her vagina. That her caller was a man, unable to fulfill her need, made the yearning the worse.
"Got good news," he said, strangely changing the subject. "You're to meet the Phil Munro dancers, if you still want to risk your life for big money and some other things you like."
"The Phil Munro dancers?" She was mystified. "Yeah. Told you about this Apache dance trio. Three guys do the private circuit. You'd be surprised who belongs to these wealthy little private clubs and what they want in entertainment."
"I've heard. When do I meet the dancers?"
"May be only a one-night stand," warned Dreyman. I'm goin' to set up Oren Brostek. You'll be in the clear, but he's going to be very embarrassed, if it goes right."
"Maybe Andy'll get his job back?"
"That's the idea," Dreyman grunted. "It'll also put a few "thou" in your pocketbook, too."
"When do I meet them?"
"Tell you in a minute." The man's tone was changed and she could hear the sound of labored breathing. "Talk to me, Candy-will you? Talk hot talk to me, will ya?"
She caught his need and felt the passion without seeing him face to face. "You're a strange man, Benjamin Dreyman," she whispered, her lips close to the phone. "You own a huge store. You have a hundred women wanting your loving this very minute. Give us a chance."
"Will, some day," he growled, obviously not up for lectures. "Right now I'm thinking of the first female ever-to go for my kinkiness. Talk to me," he pleaded and she sensed his frustration.
"I met a man," she whispered, "and I'll never forget how you looked when I was all spread out in front of you in my bride dress. You have a beautiful penis and you want to put it all over me."
"Do I ever!" panted the listener.
"I'll never forget what you did inside my panties-came and camel Your cock is so hot and so long, and way too big for my little vagina, anyway."
Dreyman was gasping excitedly. "Tell me more!"
"I go wild with his huge organ between my breasts. I come crazy-just feeling it go back and forth and...."
"Oh, baby!" Staccato sounds at the other end. "I'm cuh-coming!"
Candy listened to the quieting mattress and seconds later she asked, "Are you all right, Ben?"
"Hell, no! But it helped." Man-in-control again. "I'll be at your first performance with the Munro bunch and probably splash you from the audience, the way I feel!"
Sadness gripped Candy for the man. "I hope everything straightens out for you, Ben." His first name seemed perfectly normal, in spite of the twenty years between them. "Thank you for trying to help me and Andy Sanders-and-oh, golly-g'night!"
She fled from the phone to her room, fighting the tears and wondering where the strange developments of recent days were going to take her. To the Olympics? To deeper trouble?
The building was an unmarked cinderblock structure and it was at least fifty miles from Pelbroke. Perfectly safe, she thought as she dressed for her first performance of the shows she'd been rehearsing for there weeks with the three wild men of the Phil Munro Dancers.
She had recognized the leader at once as an often seen dancer on TV by another name. When they introduced her to her role of the one female in the group, Candy was flipped. In the underground of the private club circuit, Phil and his boys were making a bundle entertaining the spendthrift passions of respectable citizens in cities and towns around the state. The frenzied fling of their so-called Apache Dance was only a frame for orgy-run-wild and Candy was enthralled. Not only was it a performance that paid two hundred a night, it was fun, and it almost made her forget the reason she had consented to be part of the romp.
But now as she studied her appearance in the mirror, the reasons for the whole thing were front burner in her thoughts. Ben Dreyman had set it up as a way to make her money fast, a way to get Oren Brostek out of his job and with luck, to get Andy Sanders back into the Pelbroke scene.
"You're a very sexy chick, Candice," she told the mirror, trying to rid herself of last minute jitters. "You are going to excite a lot of very nice men tonight." With a flippant pat of the flat of her hand, she canted the cowgirl hat to a rakish angle, then angled to appraise her profile. A skin tight blouse of white satin topped a white leather miniskirt. She adjusted the decolletage of the blouse and shivered excitedly at the way the gapping plunged almost to her skirt, revealing the richness of her breasts almost to the centers. White calf boots and the realistic gun holstered at her hip completed the effect, and she wondered if any female in the Old West ever felt as sexy as she did at the moment. It was knowledge of those three nutty dance partners and what was about to happen onstage before the private club that called itself "The Garage."
Outside the "Garage," as Candy did her last minute touch up of the dramatic make-up Phil Munro wanted, a white Caddie pulled to the curb.
"Y'know, Ben," grumbled Oren Brostek, "you're weirder than you were when we were Pelbroke students. Why couldn't you tell me what all this has to do with Candice Merriweather?" He glowered at the nondescript gray of the building Dreyman indicated was their destination. "And what could be in that dump worth driving fifty miles for?"
Ben Dreyman smiled patiently. "Gotta wait and see, Oren. Told you it'd be answer to your question about this girl and why I didn't hire her for the store." Mystified, Brostek shoved from the car and moved down the gravel shoulder of the road at Dreyman's side. It was worth the time he had decided, if it gave him any clue about what he might find if he tried for Candy. His check-out of the librarian after Candy's first nights of work in the stacks, had been disappointing. The oaf Thurmond had bungled things. He had admitted it, but he also hoped Miss Merriweather was going to come back to work in about a month. She'd asked for that much time to work out her schedule.
Impatient at the dead-end streets to his search to find what Candy really was, Brostek grabbed the chance tossed something that weird Ben Dreyman described as a "pretty good insight into the girl's nature." Whatever the hell that meant!
"Show's due on in just a few minutes. Got us a ringside seat," chortled Dreyman when they had entered the building.
"Why do they call it The Garage?"
"Brostek was instantly caught in the sensual atmosphere, as a scantily clad serving girl showed them to a table at the edge of the stage.
"So members can tell their wives they're goin' down to the garage-y'know? Get the car tuned." Dreyman giggled that shrill laugh of his. "Some tune up!" He signalled for drinks and watched Brostek's openmouthed stare at a topless beauty approaching their table.
"Look, but don't touch," he warned, chuckling privately at the thought of self-righteous Oren Brostek needing the warning. Before the hour was out, Dreyman was willing to wager that a lot of Brostek's phony pose as a straight would down.
Offstage there was the distant beat of drums and the guttural rhythm of an Indian war dance. The arena around the stage went dark as the club members and guests were given right to watch and react to the event on stage as they wished. Only those at tables ringing the lip of the platform could be seen, and Brostek tried unsuccessfully to shift his chair back into the shadows.
"Relax," chuckled Dreyman, seeing his companion s discomfort to be in the perimeter of light. "You're with friends."
There was a rush of feet and the Phil Munro trio burst from the blackness into view. Naked for the dance, except for thin elastic Riviera trunks which accented their genital area rather than concealed, the three pranced with the youthful abandon of Indian warriors about to do battle. The choreography was savage and sizzling and focused the audience attention on the generous sex apparatus of all three oiled bodies whirling and romping.
She appeared very suddenly-hurled from the wings as if by some cyclonic wind, spilling in a tumble of curvaceous western femininity. Vulnerable woman in the hands of the savages! A hand caught roughly at her wrist and she was dragged to her feet and thrust into the dance of the three virile warriors.
At first the pace of the drums suppressed the responses of her captors and there was a low murmuring as the audience reacted to the acrobatic skills of the girl, hurled from one male to another.
"By God, it's the Merriweather girl!" Brostek seemed in total shock at his sudden recognition, and Dreyman grinned evilly to himself, wondering what had taken him so long to identify her. "How'd you know she was doing this sort of thing?"
The store man shrugged, never taking his eyes from Candy's body. "Word gets around."
"This go where I think it's going?" The athletic director's eyes were hot with eager lust.
"Watch for yourself," muttered Dreyman, fondling the swelling building in his crotch, not giving a damn when he saw Brostek's glance.
The pace intensified and the amber-dyed trio, instead of hurling their paleface captive from one to another, began clinging to her through spinning turns and the clasping of her body had visible effects. As one of her captors moved with her, the finger of a spotlight searched out the middle of their bodies, and when the man twisted, away, he was in semi-erection, thickening cock clearly outlined against thin Riviera.
To the delight of the spectators, the surging of their penises seemed to whip the men with new frenzy. As each intensifying beat of the drum drove them, piece by piece they tore her clothing from her. A sleeve of the satin blouse went first-a strip of the mini was shredded exposing a sleek curve of hip and the beauty of her upper thigh.
"Look at that!" gagged Brostek when in the next sequence the lead dancer, cock now totally erected, ripped his scanty Riviera from his groin and let the inflamed rod soar brazenly.
"You look at that-I'll look at them!" Dreyman gawked as the bared brave caught the yoke of Candy's satin and stripped the blouse from her front, exposing the tempestuous wildness of her jutting breasts. "I-fucked-them," he said in awe, fingering through his fly in mounting excitement.
"You what?" Brostek heard, but seeing the way strange Dreyman was losing control of himself, he was not surprised to hear no reply. Not caring either, as he felt the painful pleasure of his own total arousal ramrodding against the elastic of his jockeys. All around there was self-play by the club members and at a table just behind a topless waitress squealed in feigned protest when one of the members dragged her to his lap.
Now the girl he'd never been sure about was confirming all his lusting hopes on the stage before him. In the minutes since the first stripping of Candy's things began, her playmates had ripped away all but pastel blue panties and now a clawing hand was on them.
Something happened inside Candy when the last of her covey was tom away and she was nude, except for leather boots, cowgirl hat and that incongruous belt and pistol. Other times had been carefree romps with males she wanted to play with. This was different. Now she was on naked display, deeply aroused not only by the three potent men who wanted her, but by the room full of males watching and inflamed by her act on stage.
Her hat tumbled to one side as she was flung to the floor by her latest partner whose Riviera she clung to as she was hurled. He was the biggest of the trio and an audible exclamation burst from the crowd as his surging flesh was abruptly on display.
She lay wilted on the floor before the three naked warriors and as they circled her apparently oblivious to their personal state, she wriggled in invitation. No doubt in any witness to the scene that her incoherent cries to the wearers of the erections were pretend cries of wanting. Body concaved in a dramatic arch, she stroked feverishly across the rise of her love mound, then deliberately toyed the tender flesh of her cunty cleft. Every eye in the room was fixed on the sight as her fingers-one-then two-pressed through warm and trembling labial gates.
A cleverly concealed projector and an overhead scrim screen came into play, magnifying what her fingers found just inside the wide splayed pussy gates. Those who could tear their staring from the girl saw on screen a sizzling close-up of Candy stimulating herself as she waited for the cock invasion. Zoom lens enlarged the captivating over development of her stiff clitoris and the audience gaped spellbound as she fingered her clitty in frenzy for a man.
"Crazy!" choked Brostek, delighted by her nearness to his side of the platform.
"Wonderful! Ya mean!" panted Dreyman. Like many around him, he had freed his rampant erection and was frigging boldly under the table.
Her dance mates, apparently out of control with hunger for her body, were embroiled in what appeared a three-way battle for right to be first to claim her. And then the scene shifted with shocking viciousness for the entranced spectators. The three males tore at each other, arms and legs entwined, fists hammering, torsos straining and stretching in struggle for victory. The busy lens picked up the action, darting from Candy's self-stimulation to the grossly inflated pricks of the combatants.
A gasp burst uncontrolled from Brostek as he saw one of the men, face contorted in fight fever, seize a hard-on momentarily jammed against his chest. With a bullish roar, he engulfed the fatness of the crimson cap and began a whole new action. It was the signal for planned homosexual abandon as the second and quickly the third phallus was claimed by thirsty male lips. In a twinkling the scene converted to gay lust as the once combating bodies locked in a flesh triangle of males driven by madness for another's penis.
For all his heat to drink in Candy's nude glories sprawled a few feet from him, Dreyman was, for the moment, keyed to Brostek's action. Automaton-like Brostek's hand groped his fly and dragged his erection into the open and when Candy's head swung in sudden recognition of the two at the nearest table, Brostek spread his legs and began to pump his hardon directly at her. Her eyes went wide and suddenly understanding, fixed briefly on Dreyman, then went back to her dance mates.
Screaming protests, she flung herself across the three, her torrid nudity beautiful against the burnt sienna of the man flesh she wanted. Need out of control, she tore one of the cocks from the suck play just as the man began to ejaculate and screeching her want, she tried to mount the discharging organ. Its owner sent her tumbling end over end from the gay circle in an intriguing display of every one of her naked charms.
It was that sight that tore it for Oren Brostek. Now he knew the real Candy! A flash of brilliant red hair spilled past his chair as a topless waitress was pulled to the floor by two of his neighbors who had stripped themselves naked. Brostek gawked at the eager way the redhead let her body be taken and something came unglued in the man. This was why Dreyman had dragged him to the carnality. Every man for himself and with the three gay ones onstage, it was every man for each other with gorgeous Candy flung aside unwanted. But not so!
With a bullish roar of male in heat, Oren ripped his clothing from his body and when he caught Dreyman's startled book, he bellowed, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do! Right, Benjie boy? Watch a real man!"
Only the alerted cameraman at the side caught the signal from his employer, as Dreyman raised a hand. Brostek, naked and possessed with cunt mania, bounded onstage and the camera pointed....
"Take a man!" Oren yelped, pouncing on Candy's backside and dragging her to spread-eagled helplessness to his passion.
He made it through: widespread legs and was plunging himself deep and demanding into her vagina when the club's bouncers hit him. One from each side, swinging simultaneous pole axing uppercuts that lifted him up and away from Candy's body, dropping him unconscious at her side. A busy camera caught the damning photo of a still violently aroused athletic director naked-ready beside a torrid nude.
Shuddering at the similarity to another interruption of a play time by this same man, Candy lay stunned for a moment, staring from Brostek's prostrated form to the smile on Dreyman's face. As if to urge her on with the romp with her trio, Dreyman nodded and she caught his meaning.
Slowly she crept from the intruder back to the three who had rejected her and knelt in choreographed dejection to watch new heights of gay play. Then, stretching across the tight cluster of the three, she writhed to her back, exhibiting all her maddening love goddess figure to the spectators.
Atop the wriggling bodies she began to play with herself before the audience; head tossed back, dark hair spilling across the men beneath, lips parted in need as she felt their gay vibrations, she strummed her hardened nipples, stimulating herself to near orgasm. Not nearly satisfactory!
Her fingers drifted sensuously across the flawless beauty of satin skin, following each curve till she found the rounding of her mons. Tracing across the hillock, she found moist and quivering cunt lips waiting, and again she had a plaything. To delighted onlookers, her fingers crept through the dark cleft and into the sense crazed passion pit. A spellbound Dreyman gaped at the sweet mystery of the nubbin of erect muscle at her vagina threshold. Pink, almost translucent against the dark flesh behind it, Candy's clitoris was a quivering inch of love tissue. Pricklet, he thought, staring openly, even when her eyes caught his. Her gaze stayed on his face while she ground her buttocks against the men beneath her and played the stiffened clitty as though it was a guitar string. Long, low moan of woman need as another self-made climax welled and dark lashes covered her eyes for the few seconds she was alone in autoerotic joy, lush body convulsing to her private rapture as her masturbating fingers gave her relief.
As if quicksand had opened to claim her, the three beneath were suddenly satiated of each other and need-filled for woman. She slipped from view into the center of the three males and one by one they took her, plunging horny lengths through yielding pussy flesh in welcomed violence.
And then the scene was done and the stage darkened. Only the inert figure of Oren Brostek was left when Dreyman moved from his table to the wings and spoke to the man with the camera. "Get my prints of the guy with the girl. Just leave her face out of them. Be sure!"
"Right, Mr. Dreyman! Have 'em for you, Monday." Ben walked to the stirring form on the stage. "Come on, Oren." he toed the naked form. "Get your things and let's get out. You managed to get my membership cancelled with that performance."
Brostek scarcely heard his host. All the way back to Pelbroke campus he saw only the fantastic Candy he'd almost had. Proof of what she liked most was his. Now all that remained was to find place and time to get to her.
CHAPTER NINE
Ben Dreyman called Candy the night after her first and final performance with the Phil Munro Trio and told her he had something to show her. Would she hurry straight down to his office?
There, spread across the glass top of his desk, were photos of Oren Brostek sprawled naked at the side of a gorgeous nude whose face was turned from the camera. Beyond them was the gay threesome. The sum total was a disastrous expose of one athletic direct
"What are you going to do with them?" Candy demanded, breathless at the vivid portrait of four men in sexual excitement. Something always turned on inside her at the sight of erection. No matter that Brostek was a bastard, no matter that the three behind him were entertaining each other. The hardened cock drew Candice like a magnet and she knew it was more than nymphomania. To her, a hardened brimming penis was a gift meant for someone, and she had the compulsion, even with a picture, to want to kiss the phallic wonder of a man.
"Gonna think on it a spell," Ben responded, seeing the glitter in her eyes. "Where's this Andy Sanders, d'ya know?"
She didn't. "I can try to find out, or maybe the mail room might have a forwarding address."
He waved the suggestion aside. "I'll check it out. Before we drop the bomb on Brostek, we want to have Sanders on tap to bring back on the scene, right?"
She'd agreed and listened numbly as Dreyman advised her that it would be best if she left the dance group. "If Brostek hadn't gotten into the act and yelped your name when he jumped you it'd be different. Damned Garage members had a lotta guests there, and your name's pretty distinctive. I'm sorry as hell, but it got you a couple of hundred anyhow."
"I better get back to see if my library job's still around," she said, standing to leave and reaching across the desk to shake his hand.
He winced. "Sure wish you'd reconsider taking the job here now." He stopped abruptly and tugged her hand to draw her around the desk. "But you'd be out of your skull, like you say, with what I'd be promotin' for myself."
Her arms circled his waist and she drew his narrow frame close to her front, squeezing affectionately and feeling his swollen cock full against the front of his slacks, jabbing through the cloth against her mons.
"Thank you," she whispered, bent to his ear and asked, "Do you think I'm a tramp?"
"Hell, no!" he snorted. "You're a female with a beautiful appetite that some guy has got to really satisfy or you're in big trouble. Just wish I was that guy!"
"It can change for you, if you want it to," she murmured, feeling his hand snake between their embrace to find his fly.
"Hope so, someday," he muttered.
His prick was bared and hot against her thigh and his fingers were tugging at the elastic of her undies. "Got a lot of kinks to straighten out and you sure have me thinkin' I might just do it."
She made no effort to resist the prick cap's nudging beneath her panties as they stood together. For building seconds of excitement Ben rocked them in a gentle rhythm, forcing a back and forth of his cock between her pubic down and the nylon undies.
Her eyes caught sight of a stack of pictures beside the one he'd shown her of Brostek and, as he continued the friction build-up, she reached to spread the other glossies to her view. What she saw sent a shiver down her back and Ben's humping stopped abruptly. "S'matter?" he panted.
"Those." She nodded at the desk and he followed her stare. A half dozen pictures of herself had been caught by the photographer and in the darkroom he had followed his boss' orders and picked only those which hid her face from clear identification. But what she was doing was crystal clear! Writhing at the top of a human hill of three magnificently muscled males; mouthing half the cock shaft of one, while two others wriggled impatiently-then another take of a phallus partially jammed into her widespread labia lips.
"Gonna frame 'em for my bedroom," chuckled Ben, urging himself against her front to resume the pretend coitus and looking up into her eyes pleadingly. "Maybe-someday-the real McCoy...."
He felt the undulations of her lower body encourage his need and then heard her whisper, "Keep doin' it-easy like ..
His movement slowed to a seething to and fro and he was too long-gone in his sensual wonder world to feel her worm his plunging prick head further down the curve of her mons. The sensations of the slower thrusting sending him climax warning and his head was light with anticipation....
All at once he was aware! She had undulated her lower body, slithering serpent-like and caught his cock-tip just inside her tender pussy! Standing together, totally unexpected, she had him inside the threshold of her vagina!
"Ahhh-yah-yahhh!" No escape and no want to in the man, as her hands locked at his back and dragged him in fierce need to stuff more of his erection into her spasming cunt muscles as the first semen shot.
Over almost before it began. Unmoving, Ben leaned against his seductress and felt his erection quickly soften. A tidal wave of feeling washed over the man. Panic raced-sheer joy surged-fear that she might have deliberately trapped him and gotten him to impregnate her-self-accusation that he could even think that thought of Candy ... Fly zippered, he slumped into the chair and watched her move slowly toward the door from his office.
"You'll call me?" She asked it as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "I'll either be at the gym or the library. Or in my room."
He shook his head, astonished at her cool. "Soon's I know anything. And thanks...."
Candy paused at the door. "You'll want all the time, soon's you believe how you are for a woman."
"I'll drink to that, baby," he muttered when the door had closed.
A discouraged Candy worked alone in the depths of Pelbroke Graduate Library stack rooms two nights later. No option but to return to the boring job she, one month earlier, had thought she would never need again. But there it was. No choice. If she wanted to gamer enough funds to see her through the rest of the year, she would have to take her chances with another strange man. Not just librarian Thurmond, but since she was certain Brostek had a hand in this job, too, she could expect potential trouble from him. ' Aaron Thurmond said he'd been expecting her call when she rang to see if the position was still open. He'd be delighted to have her back and, as a matter-of-fact, he'd been giving thought to what she should do. Wouldn't she like to handle the check-out desk or the reference library and see more life than in the dreary old stack rooms?
She told him she really preferred the stacks; that she hoped she hadn't let him down too grossly, needing the month to try for the better paying job. Lying and feeling guilty at the pretense, she said she'd enjoyed the project she had barely started, and hoped she could stay in the back rooms.
There was an odd choking noise at the other end as Thurmond digested his new opportunity.
A totally frustrated Candy had known sexless weeks since the wild practice weeks and that one wonderful night with the Munro dancers. But feast had been followed by famine. At the gym all the gymnasts were either dedicated or too fearful of the reprisals they had heard had come to five of their number for any play.
There was no word of Andy Sanders' whereabouts. She had checked a dozen maybe-locations. It was a completely blacked out future for the discouraged Olympic hopeful. Her work on the parallel and the uneven bars was mediocre and the guys and gals on her team were whispering that Candice Merriweather, one time super performer, was in trouble.
Now, in the loneliness of the library stack room, she forced herself to concentrate on the work assignment Thurmond had given her. Curiously, but not surprising to her, the librarian had left the coding and shelving of the ancient erotica untouched from the night she had begun and then stopped her job.
She remembered the conversation just before he left her and she wondered if he really had gone home, as he said he was. "Want you to handle the rest of this job, Candy." His voice was syrupy sweet when he led her to the same library cart, stacked with the worn early editions of long-ago erotic writers. "Sort of thing we can't let just anybody handle.
There's a lot of silly stuffiness about die natural joys of life, don't you think?"
For that much at least, Candy admired the man. If only he was as open about his own personal hungers and not sneaky the way he was. Just before he left, he stood close to the metal book cart so she wouldn't see what she knew was swollen against his trousers.
He hurried away after reminding her there was someone on the outside desk, and she shouldn't be afraid to be alone while she worked. Distantly she heard the swish of the swinging door as he exited into the main library.
Or did he? Easy enough for a man who had spent most of his working life in this one building to get to know everything about it. Every reason to believe after his last performance that he had pushed the exit door, then doglegged away from it back into the darkened stacks to take up where he had left off before in his sneak peeking.
She busied herself for almost an hour labeling books, and there was no sound to hint her guess about Thurmond returning to voyeur was right. Wearily, she stood from the stool and stretched, and the instant her mind was off the routine of Dewey-decimalling the books, it was back onto her problems.
Could a female ever have lived before who needed love more than she? How and why had she let herself get boxed into such a career? Was it really worth it all-that gold medal she was so determined to make at the '76 Olympics? She could be out working some ordinary job, mingling with men who were open in their overtures and fulfilling her life. Not stifling everything any normal girl feels, just to maybe make a grand splash at Montreal a few years hence. Splash! That could be just about it, she thought, nursing the bruised elbow she'd .caught on the gym floor after missing a leaping split in her vaulting horse routine that afternoon.
Far away in the half acre stack room she heard the sound.' Shouldn't be there. Thurmond had said the stacks were closed for the evening-but it was a human sound. HIM@ No doubt in Candy's mind that Aaron Thurmond had come back to ogle and excite himself over his new staff addition.
Candy sagged thoughtfully to the low step-stool and pondered her easy judgment of the man. Why had she decided that the voyeur bit was the limit for bald-pated Mr. Thurmond? He could be an entirely different sort with the right encouragement, and who was readier to give him that?
Very methodically she began to undress. Sweater and skirt first, then a brief pause. Let him see the merchandise and eat his heart out! The bra slipped from her front and she heard a sharp intake of air from no more than three metal shelf rows away. Only panties and heels kept her from total nudity now as she stretched for the book she had scanned when first alone. Under the brilliant glare of the hanging reflector, she flipped "Ancient Erotic Practices" to page 150 and stared at her look-alike of some two thousand years earlier.
The almost imperceptible sound was only an aisle away now and she was sure Thurmond knew exactly the picture she was staring-at. "Ooohhh-I wish I was her!" she moaned, stimulating a sensitive nipple as she hugged herself and gaped at the two sculptured Adonises with the two super sex organs.
Impulsively she made up her mind. She was sure who it was scant feet away in the darkness of the next corridor and was even more sure of what he wanted. She knew what she had to have-have so badly it was all she could think of. It was time to make a move and let the chips fall-utter madness, but what else was new?
Stretching tiptoe to give her unseen admirer a long leering look at her dramatic front, Candy reached for the pull chain of the light and suddenly the aisle was in darkness.
Very calmly, in low measured syllables, she said to the shadows, "I know you're there. I know who you are. I need you." Moving with deliberate slowness, she started down the aisle away from the sound she'd heard, toward the study cubicle where she knew there was a davenport.
The footsteps came slowly behind her and she could almost hear Thurmond trying to make up his mind. An exclamation as he passed and stumbled over the footstool she had just left and Candy caught her breath. It didn't sound like syrupy Aaron Thurmond!
Determined, she continued toward the darkened cubicle, now only a few feet away. Behind her she could hear the pained breathing of her pursuer.
Visions of other-moments and other places flashed through her thoughts; other lovers and playmates she had wanted and only partially had. Uncle Jonas, Andy Sanders, dear Andy, where are you, sweet Andy?-Art and Tommy and the crazy dancers-Ben Dreyman and, now, one possibly more kinky than Ben.
She sank to the Naugahyde softness of the davenport, feeling its cool against her warm flesh, wondering when and how he would make his move.
"I want you," she whispered to the formless shadow.
He dropped to his knees beside her and she lay motionless and waiting. It was his move and she would not yield to the frantic need to reach and touch. Seconds passed, and then his hand was at the curve of her thigh-his breath warm across the tender flesh. Now his lips were pressed against her thin panties and he was burrowing against the nylon, nuzzling against yielding labia flesh.
His hands were at the top edge of her panties and he was drawing the last veil away! No Dreyman here-but was it Thurmond? A faint odor-barely discernible cologne-she had smelled it somewhere long, long ago.
Her body was suddenly a writhing madness as she lay nude before her unseen visitor. Breasts heaving in her heat, wild hips rolling as she felt him creep over her leg into the valley of her thighs. He wilted across "her and felt her fingers grip his raging hard-on-guiding-steering-dragging it to the cleft.
His pelvis surged in violent reflex to the sensations that swept his cock as it went into her pulsing vagina. He plunged it into the welcoming sweetness and her buttocks lifted to thrust her wanting back at him. He was trapped in a paradise of heat and spasming muscle.
"Andy-Oh, Andy-you're back! You're back!" . Her fingers caught his shoulders and clutched feverishly just as his ejaculation charged. Not just an orgasm. Not like those halfway discharges that had end-.ed almost every moment of sexual love he'd known before. It felt to Andy Sanders as if the whole of him-heart and soul and cock were discharging their happiness into Candice.
And then it was done and the two of them lay clasping each other, afraid to speak. Little spasms low on her belly rippled from her body to his and he murmured something.
"What?" she whispered.
"How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't." She stirred against him and tugged him tighter to her front when he tried to move. "I'm everybody's girl, remember?"
"You lie," he accused softly. "You said my name, remember?"
"I knew," she admitted. "But I'm not going to tell you how I knew. You're already much too conceited." More moments of quiet. "Don't you want to hear the news? I'm back. Guess who's the new athletic director of this place?"
Her squeal of delight ricocheted from the comers of the room. "You're kidding! Real and true?" She strained against him, reaching for the light on the end table. "Look me in the eye and tell me what happened! Ohhh-Andy, I love you!"
"Tell you nothing now," he muttered, hips grinding the word of new want. "Right now I've got thirty years catchin' up to do!"
"Ummmmhh!" She felt the surging penis cram and command. "Do, Andy-DO!"
