"Candy, beautiful, that about wraps it up for this film."
"Thanks, Frankie," the voluptuous brunette said, exhausted now that the shooting had been wrapped up. She waved weakly to the director behind the camera and fumbled for her robe. "I could use a glass of iced tea."
And I can also use a cold shower, Candy Mullender thought, sniffing the air. She could smell the rich, ripe woman-scent of her own perspiration and feel the moisture coating her smooth, tapering ivory-hued thighs and trickling down the valley between her high-set tits. The camera crew were wiping their brows and hands too, looking just as wrung-out as she felt. Eighteen hours of straight shooting for a new film was bound to take a lot out of anybody.
And as a performer, one of the rising female movie stars, Candy found she could put more of herself into a character if she completely immersed herself into the role. Although she was now twenty-five, she had never become entirely adjusted to the way her teenage fans ogled her sensual body. It made her uncomfortable, just as did the four-letter words everybody else seemed to use so casually.
"Sometimes I wonder if they're listening, or just looking," she once mused to the agency man assigned to her.
"Honey, it's like the old sign at railroad crossings -'Stop, Look, and Listen,' Jason Wells told her. "They look, and they listen-they break box office records at the theaters in order to see your beautiful face."
"I suppose so," she had conceded, but wishing it didn't have to be that way. She fet like a piece of meat on a rack.
Now, dripping wet from her last scene in the movie, with her thin robe belted around her tiny waist, the sleek brunette entered the studio where the camera crew were wrapping up today's shooting. They caressed her exhausted body and exchanged the meaningless showbiz kisses and she forced herself to endure it all. She knew they meant nothing, but the close contact with male flesh, and the scent of manhood filling her flaring nostrils, excited her and she had to break away.
"Guys, I've had it," she said, feeling the flush of sexual arousal begin to sweep upward through her quaking belly. "Must have some tea-my throat is on fire."
Rick Benton was immediately at her elbow with a thermos of iced tea. He poured a glass and she gratefully drank it, thanking the youth with her deep violet eyes and seeing the shy worship in his own dark eyes. Rick was barely fifteen, a pleasant self-effacing young boy, tall for his age and unmistakably handsome. He had appeared one day from the farms of the midwest and attached himself to the camera crew. He did the unpleasant but necessary tasks, such as carrying the heavy electronic equipment, keeping track of the scripts, bringing coffee, and he never complained if they forgot to pay him. He was happy just to be on the glamorous fringes of show business. He had a guitar which he was learning to play, and his greatest hope was to be a singer himself one day.
"Thank you, Rick," the exhausted brunette movie star said gratefully, favoring him with a smile which showed fine white teeth set in an unbelievably soft oval of sensuous lips. The tea was soothing to her strained throat. Candy Mullender rarely drank anything but tea or coffee or milk or lemonade, and smoked a cigarette only when under stress. She knew that virtually all the actors and actresses she worked with at least smoked marijuana, and many dropped acid or took pills or even heroin or the other hard narcotics, but Candy had never felt the need. They called her square and she shrugged it off, setting her own standards and sticking to them. In ten years struggling up the thorny ladder of show business, she had seen too many people with talent fuck up their heads with dope and alcohol.
It was the same with men. She liked men, liked the way they could make her lushly ripened body feel, arouse every nerve end, fill the aching opening in the cuntal slit with their iron-hard manhood ramming up into the tender pussy-flesh up between her legs. Yet she had surrendered to few, and each time afterward, she had felt empty, with their thick cum seeping from her distended pussy. She had felt used, when what she wanted to feel was that her partner had loved her . . . if only for a few minutes.
Never had she experienced orgasm; and yet she knew she was not frigid. She wanted to make love! She enjoyed it, yet knew there was so much she was missing. Her desire always rose and throbbed like wildfire through her straining young body, and her legs wrapped tightly around the naked heaving ass of her lover while her distended nipples ached from contact with his hairy chest as he panted and thrust his hot pulsating male hardness deep up inside her rejoicing cuntal passage, and it always seemed she was on the brink, but never reached it.
"I've got to shower," she said, grinning, making herself look ten years younger. "I think I smell like I've been building a pyramid!"
"Bet it is a hot little triangle," somebody said, and everybody was laughing lewdly, salaciously, not knowing how it hurt. They liked to needle her, make the blood rush into her cheeks and see the discomfiture in her near-violet eyes. She knew it wasn't done viciously, that they were really just kidding, letting off steam after a very hard day's shooting, but still it made her very uncomfortable, something which she tried unsuccessfully not to show. She fell back on her only line of defense, a false banter with them.
"I'll buy you guys a box of lollipops to suck on," Candy said as she strode from the sound stage, her long, slender legs scissoring. She let her hips roll a bit more than usual, so the smooth white spheres of her enticing ass-cheeks twitched and jiggled. She wanted to get to the shower quickly and cool down, both physically and emotionally. What she really wanted was a long tub bath, but there wouldn't be time. Another hour and she'd be caught in the heavy homebound traffic heading north from the movie studio in Burbank, and that was sheer murder!
Without bothering to snap the lock behind her, Candy breezed into the rooms which the motion picture studio provided for its stars. The layout amounted to a small studio apartment. There was a convertible couch, faced by a pair of low comfortably cushioned chairs. In one corner was an apartment-size refrigerator, and atop it was a three-burner electric stove. To one side was a mini-bar, for which she had no use, except that it held various soft drinks and fruit juices. Off this room was a bathroom-dressing room, almost as large, and it was in that which she was interested at the moment.
With smooth movements of her agile body, the dark-haired actress peeled off the scanty robe and then bent to slide the wispy bikini panties down the smooth, beautifully-formed columns of her legs, stepping gracefully out of her remaining garment. She bound her hair up and covered it with a shower cap, then started the spray, finding a comfortable lukewarm temperature to begin. She wet a thick cake of soap and began to rub it sensuously over the smooth curves of her body. The aroma of it filled her nostrils, making them flare. The cake of soap, with a thick piece of rope tied through its center, had been left behind by one of the male movie stars, and the man-scent of it excited her. She stepped into the stream of water, sighing in relaxation.
Candy began to lather her smooth-fleshed body languidly, realizing the filming had been a good one, and maybe been good enough to get her an Oscar -and make the movie one of the biggest grossing ones in history. That would be nice. Her last one had come close, and might yet make it. She began to sing softly, for herself now, as she cupped the firm, full roundness of her tits and her slender fingers played with the arousing nipples. It always took her a long time to come down from a shooting session. She put so much of herself into every one that she just couldn't snap it off like a light is shut off.
I won't-I won't! she vowed to herself as her hand guided the soap high up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and her fingers stroked the fleshy outer lips of her hotly aroused pussy. I won't play with myself again. Yet Candy Mullender knew she would-she couldn't help herself no matter how she tried. It had been so long since she'd had a man. Months.
Spreading her magnificantly-curved legs slightly, the limber dark-haired actress thrust her pelvis forward and rubbed the slick sudsy soap over the palpitating flanges of her excited cuntal slit. The outstretched middle finger of her hand separated her soft, fleshy pussy-lips and slid inside to the more sensitive coral-hued inner flesh.
"Aaaaahhhh . . ." she moaned softly, her loins jerking lewdly forward at the slick contact. The hemp rope strung through the soap touched the rising, hardening bud of her clitoris and sent tingles of electricity arching through her entire body. Slowly, she began to draw the rope up and down her soft cuntal furrow, her naked young body undulating, heavy tits swaying, nipples hardening and becoming long in response to the sensual friction. She could feel her sensually quivering body respond, the blood filling the fleshy mouth of her yearning cunt. With a groan, she suddenly yielded, thrusting her long middle finger hard up into the steaming depths of her hotly throbbing pussy, and the palm of her hand slapped the thin rope painfully hard against the button of her erect little clitoris.
She began to finger herself with a frenzy, her hand smacking her tender flesh as her middle finger drove urgently as far as it could go up into her clasping pussy sheath, the nail scraping the ultra-tender cuntal canal. Deep in her wantonly writhing loins, she could feel the heat beginning, surging like the sea in a storm, and it felt like her entire body was going to explode. Her lust-twisted mouth opened in a lewd grimace of passion, and her naked hips jerked wildly against the ecstatic probing of her finger as her entire frame shuddered and shook and trembled. "God! God! God!" Candy Mullender cried out in a frenzy as she bathed with guilt and desire. Then guilt was over! "No . . . No . . . NOOOOOO!"
The dark-haired movie star managed to pull her hand away, leaving an aching void up between her trembling thighs.
Candy stumbled from the shower, groping blindly for one of several thick, fluffy towels hanging on a rack. She rubbed and patted her yearning body dry, her legs quaking, her hands shaking as though she had been ill for a long, long time. She looked down and gasped at the length of her nipples. They were almost an inch long, sticking out from the full, heavy mounds of her upthrust, wide-spaced tits and so tender she could barely touch them with even the feather-soft towel! She had never been this way before! No matter how urgent the desire in her unfulfilled body had been, even with a man pressing her down on a bed, forcing her reluctant legs apart-times when she had wanted and needed sexual contact-she had never seen her body in such a shameless condition of need.
Up between her long trembling legs, the obscene fire still raged unquenched. She could feel the fluids from her feminine glands spreading through her loins, and she thought that this was one time when she really needed a drink-if only to take her mind off her real need, a long thick hard cock, splitting her hot yearning cunt, fucking wildly up into the churning depths of her heated belly.
Candy thought: I've been too up-tight. Sex is good and natural, and God knows I enjoy it-what little I've had . . . if I could only take it just as it comes, and not want to be loved too, I'd be a lot better off! She thought of all the other girls she knew in showbiz. None of them seemed to be hung up the way she was. If they dug a stud, they went with him and did all kinds of wild, wonderful things. At first, and this had been really years ago, she had been stunned and shocked and revolted when she'd heard other girls talk casually about "giving head" and "getting eaten," and she'd actually had to ask what the terms meant. She had blushed furiously, and was incredulous, when they laughingly told her, like a child, that they meant taking a man's huge throbbing cock into her mouth, or having him crawl eagerly down between your wide-splayed legs and feeling his hotly quivering tongue slide deep up into your pussy.
She had thought they were putting her on, but in time found out these things-and many things even more outrageous, like getting spanked with a ping-pong paddle or even lashed with a whip, were absolutely true! There was no way, Candy Mullender vowed, that anything so perverse would ever happen to her! She would die before she would allow herself to become such an animal! It was just unnatural! Obscene and vile! While she was not as strait-laced as her strict New England parents-nobody could be and function in any part of show business-she did have certain standards from which she would not deviate. Indeed, she had been to bed with fewer than a dozen men in her life, which for a healthy, naturally-sensual young woman of twenty-five was almost being a virgin-these things were just so revolting as to be unthinkable. She had never felt comfortable again around the girls who so casually dispensed their sexual favors. Yet, not wanting to appear a snob and a prude, she had made a sincere effort to be nice to them, particularly as her own career was progressing faster than theirs, and she was a truly compassionate person. She even prayed occasionally that they would see the hell-pit they were inevitably headed for and change their ways before they were damned eternally. Not take up choir-singing, but become decent, healthy, clean people.
Now Candy Mullender wrapped herself in a fresh towel, tossing the damp one into a hamper, and stepped into the sitting room of the dressing facility.
Lee Ashley was there waiting on the sofa, a drink in hand, a cigarette dangling from his sensuous mouth. He played her leading man in most of her movies and was the man she was most involved with in her private life as well, for publicity sake, and he was good at these things. A young man, in his early twenties, with dark-chestnut hair that hung just below the collar of his turtle-neck shirt, he had a sardonic expression. Nothing ever seemed to bother Lee. He had all the women he could use, made too much money, and was too handsome. He was tall, over six feet, lean but muscular, and supremely confident of himself. His facial features were rugged without being pretty-boy handsome, and his career was rising as fast as her own. He seemed to radiate masculinity.
"What are you doing here?" Candy Mullender gasped, pulling the barely-concealing towel closer around the enticing curves of her body, as she halted in the doorway. She was not angered at Lee's presence-members of the cast came and went casually-but seeing him so suddenly took her by surprise. Particularly as she was so physically and sensually aroused herself. Lee brushed his long hair back. Despite the arduous shooting session he appeared fresh. "I thought I locked the door," she added, lamely.
Lee blew a cloud of smoke, enjoying her evident surprise, and lewdly taking in the ripe beauty of her body. Along with the wet towel, Candy had taken off her shower cap and now her long, raven-black hair tumbled wildly over her shoulders. He could see the full roundness of her heaving tits, the thrusting nipples barely concealed by the towel, as she stared at him.
"You didn't, Candy," he said casually. "But what matters? We're old friends."
"Not that old," she said, a sting of tartness in her voice. His tone had suggested he'd slept with her-or could any time he wanted to. He hadn't, but she wasn't sure he couldn't, and she had to put him down. She would not give him the satisfaction of trying to cover herself more adequately with the towel, let him know that the sudden sight of him had shocked her sexually. Clutching the towel, she strode to the mini-fridge and got a bottle of Fresca, opened it and drank, her full sensuous lips ovalling softly around the neck. Then she sat in one of the chairs, conscious of her almost-naked condition, and carefully crossed her legs to conceal the narrow barely curling slit of her pussy, yet aware that the position hiked the towel up so he could clearly see the smooth white roundness of her ass-cheeks. Well, let him look!
Against her will, her own huge eyes were drawn to the tight-fitting crotch of his flare jeans. He was hard! His erected cock was outlined unmistakably against the thin fabric . . . long and thick. She imagined she could see the darkening dampness of preseminal fluid seeping through the cloth! Combined with the burning in her own cuntal vee, it was almost too much to look at! She tried, with only partial success, pulling her eyes away. They kept returning to the thick bulge of his cock, and she could feel the hot surge of blood into her face as she shamefully tried to avert her gaze. She swigged hurriedly on the soft drink and said, "What's up, Lee?"
"Thought we might rap about the setup at the Bedford Festival," he said casually. Candy was booked for the famous Bedford Shakespearean Festival, which had long ago left Shakespeare behind, and which was coming up in less than three months. "It can be a bummer. Open-air, and the fog comes in, and the audience is cold, and no one's happy, and it could fuck you up. Twenty thousand idiots under the oaks, most of them stoned! A ham-bone emcee! That's what I came to talk about."
"We knew what it was when we took the booking," Candy said nervously. "Every other actor will have the same problems."
"Yeah . . ." he agreed, grinning lewdly. "I figured. It can't hurt you. You'll be straight-arrow, and the rest will be bombed out of their birds. That's what I came to rap about . . . I got a better idea now.
"What?" the lovely dark-haired actress said in a soft, nervous voice. She didn't like the look in his pale blue eyes, or the way he crushed out the stub of his cigarette on the floor. "What idea?"
"Let's fuck."
"Lee! "
She tried to spring from the chair, but it was too deep and soft and she had to untangle the long, slender legs she had crossed under her, so she almost fell as she struggled up-and he was there, cat-quick, to catch her, pulling her writhing young body against him, stripping the towel away so her suddenly-bared tits were rubbing roughly against the fabric of his turtleneck shirt.
"Jesus, what a pair," he whispered as his strong arms held her prisoner. "Man could go crazy just fucking between them!"
"Damn you, Lee!" the struggling girl cried out as he pulled her across the room to the wide, long sofa and pressed her down on it. "Are you crazy!"
"Crazy to fuck you," he said, his hands beginning to slide over the still-damp rich contours of her straining body. He held her down and her head tossed, gleaming ebony spraying over the dark fabric of the upholstery as she tried to avoid his seeking mouth. Then his lips were on hers, his tongue going deep into her mouth like a hot, wet spear, probing, seeking, teasing and finding her own tongue, leading it reluctantly but inevitably between his own lips. His hands crushed the soft resilient mounds of her soft white tits. She felt her hardening, elongating nipples being squeezed between his fingers that were so strong and dexterous, and she moaned in futile pleading for him to stop. And his voice was laughing confident in her ear as he panted, "And I know you want it -I watched you in the shower. You were playing with yourself until hell wouldn't have it, baby . . . you like this . . . you want me to squeeze your tits and grab your beautiful ass and then stick my prick way up your hot little pussy . . . and don't gimme any bullshit! I know a cunt that's hot to fuck when I see one . . . or smell one! And you sure smell like you want way-out fucking!"
"My God . . . Nooooo!" she moaned against his wetly searching mouth, and even as she did so, Candy Mullender felt her love-starved body yielding. She absolutely wanted his hands on her, his lips brutally crushing hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.
Beneath his overwhelming weight, the dark-haired actress bucked and strained, telling herself she was trying to escape. But every motion of her tensing body only brought her cock-hungry cunt into closer contact with the thick rod of iron-hard male flesh separated from her wide-splayed loins only by the thin cloth of his trousers. She could feel the urgent pulsing heat of it, and the heavy mass of his cum-laden balls pressing up against the dampening flanges of her pussy-lips . . . and she knew that she would willingly yield to this rape.
She would even beg for it! He had come at her at just the right time, when she was aroused and frustrated and not in control of her own sensually aroused body. Yet she continued to fight the onslaught of his male cock-flesh, clawing at him, but ineffectually even as he jerked her legs wide apart and bent them high up on her body, so her knees were crushed cruelly down on the points of her quivering tits until she almost cried out with the pain. Above her, his face leered, lips stretched back over his strong white teeth. She felt his fingers diving, probing into her defenseless little cunt, opening the quickly-moistening lips, ramming ruthlessly up inside her warm moist passage, whirling like the agitators of an eggbeater until all she could do was undulate her loins in a futile attempt to ease the attack.
And all the while, his young, virile body was rocking back and forth, crushing down on hers, the hard, sharp edges of his wide belt-buckle scraping the tender flesh of the soft mound of her trembling belly. She could feel the thick fleshy shaft of his manhood pressing into her yielding flesh, his fingers sliding deep into her wetly responding pussy and then playing up and down the widespread cheeks of her ass!
"No . . . no . . . NOOOOOO, Lee!" the aroused brunette actress moaned. But even as she pleaded, she realized her body was betraying her. She was screwing her hot eager little pussy up at him urgently, and her legs scissored before clamping tightly around his hips as she yielded and her arms went around his back, nails scraping his hard muscles through his sweat-soaked shirt. Avidly, her soft lips parted and she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, her own small perfect teeth nibbling hungrily at it. Her entire naked body jerked in undeniable hunger up against him, but still she managed to moan, "Nooooooo. .."
"Candy, you want it . . . you gotta have it!" he breathed heavily in her ear. "Tell me!"
She panted, still undulating and writhing and clutching at him. Against her will, she reached between their tight-clenched bodies, and her fingers found the outline of his long rampant cock and closed on it, squeezing, feeling the virile heat and the length and the urgent male hardness. It had been so long since . . .
"I want it," she moaned in abject surrender. "Lock the door!"
With a chuckle, he untangled himself from her clutching arms, looking down at the tight pink slit of her hair-lined pussy which was already glistening with the wetness of her carnal desire. He saw the vacant, animal need in her wide, deep eyes and the slackness of her full sensuous mouth. God, how he'd like to put his cock there! But not yet. Not this time. Bend her to his will, make her cry for his prick, and then she'd suck it! Maybe having his cum burning her slender white throat would make her voice even huskier, her sexier! But he'd have to wait. He locked the door and stripped.
He tossed his shirt casually onto the nearest chair. Then, with one smooth motion, he peeled down both his flare slacks and his Jockey shorts. His long thick cock, already rigid, sprang out and the mere sight of it made Candy gasp in anticipation. She could imagine what it would feel like plundering her sensitive flesh, splitting the soft, tender lips of her pussy, driving up, up and up into the hungering depths of her cuntal canal!
Lee stood over her, his fingers slowly stripping the thick, fleshy foreskin back until the bulbous, purplish head of his blood-engorged cock filled her entire vision. Candy could see a pearly drop of preseminal fluid forming at the slit in the end, glistening, and she felt her own passion flowing wildly, lubricating her desire racked pussy in anticipation. She had not wanted this, but now that it was here, she could think of nothing but having it! Being filled with the long, hot throbbing hardness of his cock. She moaned and involuntarily reached out to touch and fondle him. Her fingers would not encompass the girth of his cock.
And then he was lowering himself over her nakedly writhing body, his warm wet lips closing on the rising bud of her nipples as she shifted, parting her long, smooth-tapered legs wide to accept his body.
"Hold my balls and put it in," he ordered her, his hands roaming over her burning flesh.
"Oooooohhhh!" the tantalized brunette gasped. She did as ordered, guiding his massive cock-head between the flexing wet lips of her pussy, feeling the heat of him and his heartbeat and his hot, heavy, cum-laden balls in her delicate fingers.
"Slide it up and down a little," he directed, looking down at the dark-haired actress with hard, determined eyes as he flexed his powerful hips. "Wet it up good, because I'm gonna fuck it in you in a way you'll never forget!"
"Yes, Lee," Candy whispered. With her slender fingers, she rubbed his burgeoning cock-head between her moistly heated cunt lips until his huge cock was glistening with the slickness from her own coral-hued inner flesh. She rubbed it over the deliciously-aching button of her clitoris, trembling at the sensitive contact. She could feel her sucking pussy lips voraciously clutching at the hot intruder, and she had to have it in her. NOW! With a gasp she brought the dark red tip to the opening and positioned it so it lay just inside her hotly yearning flesh. She trembled as she felt his pelvis jerk forward a fraction of an inch and he insinuated his cock directly above its helpless target. Without protesting, she allowed his strong hands to raise her legs until her knees were pressed so far up they framed her lust-tortured face and her pussy was a wide-open plane helplessly splayed for the impending impalement. Then he braced himself by clamping his big hands on her shoulders. The sheer size of his cock frightened her. She was not sure her almost virginal cunt could absorb it, and it was clear he was not going to be gentle with her. He was going to take her quick and hard, make her scream at the instant of penetration. Yet she knew that she could not stop herself, could not quell her wanton need. If he lifted himself away from her at this instant, she knew she would be screaming and clawing at him to pull him back. Rolling her head, she closed her eyes and pleaded, "Now-put it in me now!"
Holding her wantonly trembling young body with vise-grip strength, Lee lunged forward. The mushroom-shaped head of his massive cock tore into the unresisting soft flesh, sending great ripples of pain ahead of it as, with the accuracy of a torpedo, it plunged into the deepest recesses of her tight little pussy. He continued his brutal thrust until the flexing tip rammed hard against her cervix and his heavy mass of cum-filled balls smacked wetly against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks. With the same motion, he ground his powerful hips down into her in a circular motion.
Her arms flexed and flailed in the air and locked tight around the straining muscles of his back, and her long legs flew helplessly outward into the air on either side of his body. She had never felt anything like it in her life! He was filling her straining, quaking belly, splitting her apart! She could feel his heavy balls being ground into her sensitive anus as she writhed bucking up against his impaling flesh. It hurt! She hadn't thought it was possible to hurt when you weren't a virgin, but there was so much of him, and he had taken her so quickly, without mercy, that her body, receptive and eager though it was, simply had not been ready for such a violently quick invasion by his rampant male hardness, and her entire body jerked, trying to dislodge him. But he held her tight in his powerful arms, while his lean, hard body was pressing her down on the sofa. She felt him flex the entire length of his hotly throbbing cock inside her pain-stretched pussy as, for a moment, he remained motionless, allowing her cuntal walls to stretch and meet the dimensions of his lust-swollen cock.
Candy moaned, and her eyelids fluttered as she tried to accustom herself to the wild sensations which were flooding through her obscenely-stretched body.
"Fuck me, Candy!" Lee panted. "Hit me with that hot little pussy of yours. Make music baby! Fuck!"
He began to screw in and out of her, the thick shaft of his huge cock drilling into her moistly yielding flesh. On each outstroke, her pink cuntal flesh wrapped like a soft, wet glove around the tree-like dimensions of his cock and the clutching lips of her tight little pussy sucked at it like another mouth. Then, lunging forward, he repeatedly buried himself to the very hilt in her ravished young body again as his sperm-laden balls smacked loudly against her straining ass-cheeks. With each stroke she grunted, her sensuous mouth hanging open, her tongue tip fluttering across her full parted lips. Candy began to moan and sigh and fuck up to the impaling rod of flesh urgently. Her fingernails raked his back, making little red lines in the rippling muscles.
She wished she liked Lee, but she didn't. She wished she liked herself, but she couldn't do that either. All she could do was lie under him, look down and see his massive maleness ramming and reaming into her defenseless pussy passage and glory in the ecstatic sensations that he was giving her. With shame, she realized that to him she was just meat-a piece of ass he'd been after for a long time. And now, he had caught her at just the right moment, a moment when she needed what he had even more than he needed her-much more, because had had all the girls he could handle, and she had deprived herself too long.
As the lean actor continued to furiously fuck into her clamoring cuntal flesh, Candy, with part of her mind, admitted that it had been much too long since she had allowed herself the physical relief that any healthy young woman needs regularly. She had held back, wanting some vague thing called LOVE, and, of course, there had been no love, no matter how she had tried to pretend. She had driven herself up a tree with her self-denial. Now she must learn to let go and enjoy. Perhaps reach orgasm for the first time. She knew Lee was very good . . . if anyone could bring her to the peak, on a purely physical, sensual level, he should be the one. And she was getting there!
Moaning and thrashing, she urgently fucked the wide-splayed plane of her hair-lined cuntal furrow up to his rampant hardness. She felt the heat and urgency of his long thick maleness pistoning in and out of her passionately eager body as she freed a hand to reach behind his plunging ass and find the heavy sac of his balls which was wet and slippery already with the fluids from her own straining body.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . gooooodddd!" Candy moaned against her will. "It's killing me! Don't stop!"
Freeing her legs, she planted her feet on the cushion beneath them and began to strain and screw her passionate body up and down the long length of his thick rigid cock as he poised above her. Like a hungry mouth her wetly throbbing cunt devoured his maleness, and she could feel her matted pussy hairs tangling with his pelvic curls on every stroke.
"Ugh! Ugh! Uuuuuuggghhh!" the thrashing brunette grunted as her fingers, with a skill she didn't know she had, began to milk his cum-bloated balls. She pulled his triumphant mouth down to hers and captured it, sending the long, hot spear of her tongue deep into his throat and sucking his own tongue between her passion swollen lips. She moaned, "Almost. . . I can feel . . ."
The fire was spreading deep within her straining belly. It was like-well, like nothing she had ever known before. No cliché, like a volcano erupting or a searing-hot typhoon sweeping through her vitals would ever describe it. It was just something so ecstatic, so wonderful that was spreading through her, making every muscle in her body spasm, every nerve tingle, and she was going out of her mind! Wantonly yielding to her own carnal desires, need which she had never before realized fully that she had. And then in an instant, like the vanishing of a dream on sudden awakening, there was no more of him! What had been long, hard and hot, splitting her eager pussy, burrowing into the very depths of her womb, was no longer there. Nothing but a doughy mass of flaccid flesh that squished and bent double even as his hips pounded down against her urgently open pussy.
"Don't cum!" the aroused brunette cried. "Not yet! I'm almost there! I'm almost cummmminnnnggg!" Eyes wide with the torture she was undergoing, she looked up at his straining, handsome face, and saw the frustration there as she cried out in desperation, "Keep fucking! Keep fucking meeeee!"
"Shit, it's gone," Lee Ashley moaned. "Damn thing just quit!"
"Oooooh, nooooo . . ." Candy groaned in frustration. Bitter tears filled her passion-glazed eyes, and when she could focus on his grimacing face, she said, "You didn't cum!"
Chapter Two
It was not a question. It was a statement of fact. Although her sexual experience was extremely limited, she knew what it felt like when a man shot her full of his sperm. Her pussy was flooded with thick, hot, whitish cum. His cock got bigger and harder and twitched and she could actually feel the jets of his semen inside her. And this time there had been none of that! One instant he had been long and throbbing and fucking inside her-and then nothing!
"It happens sometimes," Lee said miserably. "I fuck great just so long, and then my prick quits. I can get it up again in a few minutes, maybe . . . if you help."
"Ooooooh, how?" the torturously-aroused girl moaned. She could still feel her vitals churning, on the very edge of giving her a real orgasm for the first time. She would do anything, if only he would get hard and go back into her just a few minutes should do it. No matter what the price, she was now so aroused she would do anything! She mumbled, "What do you want me to do?" "Suck it a little," Lee said.
"Not that . . . I never have!" the shocked girl protested.
"Candy, it's the only way." He rose above her, fingering the shortening, wet softness of himself. "Just take it in your mouth for a minute and we'll finish. Once it gets up again, it'll be a lot better than before."
"No," Candy Mullender protested weakly. She could see the obscene, shrunken mass of his cock, and it seemed incredible that just minutes before, it had been so hard and hot and thick and vital in her urgently-pulsing pussy . . . her love-starved pussy that needed it for just a little longer. It glistened wetly now with her own sweet-scented womanhood. "I never have."
"Candy, there's no other way," the lewdly-grinning actor said as he rose over her, peeling the loose, wet foreskin back. "Just seeing your lips tight around it will get me so horny that it'll be like a baseball bat!" Then, a compassionate tone coming into his voice, he said, "I feel like a shit, leaving you hung up this way-but you don't cum easy. Look, if you really don't want to, I'll go down, give you some head, get you off with my tongue. It won't be the same, but that's the best I can do."
"Ooooooh, my God . . ." the aroused girl moaned. She didn't want his tongue, even though she'd never had one. She wanted his cock, big and hard and thick and long, buried deep inside her hotly excited pussy, ripping her apart. She knew he was as upset as she was. She reached out to cup his balls and felt them heavy with his cum, sperm that he wanted to shoot into her as urgently as she wanted it. Her violet eyes managed to focus on the shrunken cock, and she found herself wondering what it would taste like. Every girl she knew sucked, so it couldn't be too bad . . . and she'd read several books written by marriage counselors and doctors who said it was performing normally when you indulged in oral sex. She felt her natural defenses crumbling, and whispered, "I'll try."
"And you'll dig it, Candy," he said confidently as he moved up the sofa until his cock was poised less than two inches above her partly-open lips. "Use the tip of your tongue and lick around a little . . . then open your mouth wide. Don't suck too hard."
"You won't cum in my mouth," she pleaded. "No . . . just get me hard again. Keep your lips over your teeth and play with it with your tongue."
Abjectly, unable to control herself, Candy Mullender took his soft cock into her fingers and stroked it teasingly, trying to urge an erection upon Lee before she actually had to suck, but nothing happened. He was crouched above her lust-tortured face, and she trembled as she brought the glistening tip to her lips. The heady man-scent filled her nostrils, causing them to flare. She steeled herself for what was to come. This was totally repulsive to her, yet if she was going to put out the raging fires in her loins, it was something she would have to do. She was willing to make the sacrifice. Her eyes could only see the curly-haired thatch of his pelvis and the still-swollen balls as he moved sinuously and the wet, slick head of his cock slid across her lips that were still open only a fraction of an inch. Candy had the thought that if he was hard and urgent, it might be easier for her to accept him into her mouth. But this wet softness was not at all arousing to her. Yet she had to do it. She tried and then shook her head and said, "I can't . . . You'll have to . . . to put it in my mouth."
"Okay . . . lick," he ordered.
Obediently, she extended her tongue, tasting a man's cock for the first time. Strangely, it wasn't unpleasant, and she had the vagrant thought, wondering how much of what she was tasting was him and how much was from her own hotly aroused pussy. She felt the soft, velvety cock-head slide across her wetly parted lips and steeled herself for the moment it would actually penetrate her mouth. She let her eyes close and surrendered herself to the teasing of his cock. She sensed that he needed every bit of sensuality in order to regain his erection. Relaxing, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with her trembling lips, she began to caress his naked ass-cheeks and his muscular legs and arms. She felt his cock twitch as he rubbed it over her cheeks, and she knew he had told the truth-if she helped him with her mouth, he would be able to finish what he started, give her what she so desperately needed between her legs.
"Ummmmm . . . " Candy whispered, sending her tongue on a new exploration down the length of his penis, licking the fragrant juices from it. Unconsciously, her hands began to trail over him, feeling his young, hard muscle structure. He was sweating, and the odor of him was acrid in her flaring nostrils. She opened her passion-blurred eyes to look at him as her fingers kneaded his biceps. Right now-kneeling above her-he could do anything he wanted with her. And then her horrified gaze fixed on the long line of scars on the inside of his elbows, and without consciously thinking of what she was doing, she violently thrust the naked actor away, clawing at him, slapping as she screamed, "Get away from me!"
"What in hell?" Lee Ashley blurted, trying to figure out what had suddenly come over this black-haired actress he had been trying to fuck for so long. Damn, she was hot for it-and now she'd freaked! "How come you flip?"
"You rotten son of a bitch!" she hissed, her full lips curling in distaste as her sharp nails clawed her arms. "I know why you lost it . . . went soft! You're shooting dope! What is it? Horse? Coke? Meth? Oh, you dirty, lousy rat!"
"Candy, it's not all that bad," he countered, rising above her, trying to get away from her savagely slashing nails. "I'm not hooked, or like that. Just enough to get a lift!"
"Get out!" she screamed wildly, flailing at him. "Smoking pot is bad enough! But you're on HARD STUFF! How long? How many fixes do you need every day? How much does the habit cost, Lee? No-don't tell me-I don't want to know! Just get out! Out! Out you idiot!" Her voice fell as she began to sob. She turned away from him, curling into a ball on the sofa and the tears streamed while he awkwardly dressed. As he was going out the door, she raised her head, and said, "I feel sorry for you . . . really! Try to kick it. If I can help . . . I will. But don't come near me again until your body is clean. And I mean clean! Hit the street, junkie!"
For a long time, Candy Mullender lay immobile, the fire in her lust-heated pussy banked and forgotten. It sickened her to think of a healthy young, handsome man like Lee Ashley with a monkey on his back. She had seen too much of that sort of thing. Her fury abating, she vowed she would try to help him if he wanted help. Meanwhile, she would clean up again and go home. Maybe even have one more drink than she should, making a grand total of two.
*
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Taking her second shower within two hours, Candy Mullender examined herself as best she could in the light of the trauma which she had experienced, and she faced certain facts.
She decided definitely she had repressed herself too much. She certainly didn't have to turn into a wanton slut, but she was a healthy, passionate woman of twenty-five who looked almost ten years younger and was extremely attractive to men. And she enjoyed performing on stage, she enjoyed having dinner in a good restaurant, going to the beach and all kinds of things. She did not like to be pawed and mauled yet urgently wanted and needed physical contact with males. And, she told herself with what she thought was honesty, she was not a cocktease or a show-biz whore. She had never played games with any of the agency people just to get ahead.
She had confidence in her talent and ability, and if these things led her to make a lot of money, and public adulation, that would be nice. If they didn't, she could always join some repertory company and really do some acting. She was well known for her acting talents.
Candy was not happy with the way the agency, personified by the ebullient Jason Wells, set about exploiting her talent and looks, but realized that any star who made it big had to give a bit, allow promotions which might be personally distasteful in order to reach millions of people instead of a few hundred.
Jason Wells had put the whole scheme together. He had invented the person of Candy Mullender by promoting her face and body and made her one of the hottest young stars in the business. Candy had wanted to build her career on her own talent and gift for acting, but the agent knew better, and she had gone along with his judgment. Financially, he had been right-she made five or six times what she could make as a single. She was being developed. She was on TV regularly, which helped keep her in the public eye, putting her in every decent movie she was offered. It was understood that in time she would be able to do movies of her own choice, ones that give her a chance to really act. From a business point of view, it was beautiful. To live in it was hell. But no more hell than is involved in carrying trays in a pancake house, or being a cocktail girl or a telephone operator, and the work certainly paid much better. And it was nice, when she was promoting a movie, not to even have to sign credit cards for anything, to know everything was handled in advance by Jason Wells.
"Count your blessings, dum-dum," Candy Mullender muttered to herself as she dried off and dressed in a short, baby blue dress and matching calf-high leather boots which matched her eyes. She left the studio building and found her Mercedes SL-220 sports coupe in its shaded parking stall. It was painted a soft baby blue. She was supposed to be conspicuous. The car would do almost a hundred and fifty miles an hour, and if she didn't collect ten speeding tickets a month, he wanted to know why.
Candy Mullender had refused flatly to live anywhere close to the city. She had found a ranch style house of modest dimensions high in the woodland hills, where she lived alone. Set among eucalyptus and oak trees, it gave her the privacy she needed when she could afford the time. She had a part-time maid who saw to it that the place was clean and stocked with food.
She let the powerful car have its head, spending the frustrations in her young and eager body. The aerodynamic design glued it to the road, aided by the hydraulic suspension system. She was cruising at a hundred and thirty miles an hour when she passed the California Highway Patrol car, that was doing a comfortable eighty. Far back in her rearview mirror, she saw the red lights begin to flash. There was no oncoming traffic and she punched the hot machine hard, staying well ahead until she came to a sharp turn where there was enough space to pull over. She lighted one of her rare cigarettes and watched them go roaring by, their car going at full speed. She was still there five minutes later when they had managed to shut off and return. They did not look happy, but the one with sergeant's stripes had himself under control. They parked their car in front of the Mercedes as if afraid it would flee and bent down to talk to her through the window. He was polite in a strained way as he inquired whether she had any idea how fast she had been going.
Glancing at the stop-needle on the speedometer, Candy Mullender said, "Roughly 137.5802 miles an hour. Start writing."
He had his citation book out, but slipped it back into his pocket. He stepped back to admire the sleek car, which came only up to his hips, and said, "What is it?"
She told him. She told him what it could do, and he didn't believe. He was tall and lean, maybe in his mid-thirties, and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He looked like he might have had to deal with a few bum violators a few times-there were scars. She knew he had eyes for her. She saw he wasn't wearing any rings. And she was hungry for a man. Candy Mullender climbed out of the cool German car, with a flash of golden thighs, and said, "There's ten miles of good road ahead. Take it for a spin. I was blowing dust, and you can write me. You look like a man who knows wheels. Roll it!"
The challenge was too much for the cop. He wormed his way info the bucket seat, took a moment to figure out the gearshift and said to his partner, "Clock me . . . I'm invited."
He took off in a cloud of dust, with the other cop in the passenger side. Candy Mullender watched her car disappear, thinking that all cops weren't necessarily pigs. And these two had left their car behind.
Well, that could be fun too. She had never been in one of the California Highway Patrol cars.
She got into the driver's seat. She knew how police cars worked, but it took her a minute to find the switches for the red lights and siren. And then she was after them, hitting the accelerator hard, the wind tearing at her hair as she sat crouched behind the wheel.
The sergeant was feeling out the sleek Mercedes, or she knew she would never have caught them. Candy brought it alongside on the eight-lane divided road, and laughed at their looks of astonishment. They waved her down at the next turnout.
"I hope nobody saw you in that can of iron," the sergeant said.
"Would anybody believe?" she countered. "I doubt that . . . I don't believe." "You like my car?"
"Quite a set of wheels," he conceded.
Candy Mullender fished her wallet out and handed him her license.
"You can't think I'll write you after this," the sergeant said.
"You can write down my address."
He did. With a grin and a wink, she dropped into the bucket seat of the Mercedes again and took off in a cloud of dust. She was only mildly piqued when she realized that he hadn't recognized her name. But then, he'd been looking mostly at her legs. And his car . . . it could move.
Maybe a man like the sergeant, a lean, mature man who knew his business could bring her to the release she needed so much. She hoped he would find some reason to call by her house.
Once home, Candy Mullender put the fast car away and restlessly prowled the house, wondering what to do with herself. She was restless as a cat in a strange garret. She felt the unsatisfied yearning in her sleek body, wanted desperately to finish what had been started. She turned on the color TV console and found nothing at all to interest her on any of the channels. The maid had come and gone hours before. There were no nearby neighbors, and if there had been, she probably wouldn't have been on intimate terms with them anyway. She often wondered what the other people who lived in the hickly-wooded hills of the area were like. Did they have regular families, go to workaday jobs and the PTA and Safeway and things like that? Undoubtedly they did-but they lived in another world.
Candy often thought she really needed a lover. Not simply for the sex, but for someone to come home to, someone with whom she could put her feet up on the coffee table and have a drink and relax and talk. Of course, it would be nice to have the sex which would go with it, but more than the sex, she was sure she needed human companionship above all.
That, of course, she could have with the crooking of her little finger, and a smile. Men would come flocking, men who would use her, make a fool of her, hurt her as Lee Ashley had just done. And that sort of thing she could surely live without. The loneliness was preferable.
The trouble was, it brought on a temptation to retreat even deeper inside herself. She knew that if she yielded, started to drink alone to dull the emptiness, enter a world of alcoholic fantasy, soon she would be seeing the world through a bottle.
Candy thought it would be wise to fix herself something to eat, yet she hated to eat alone. She considered driving to one of the dim, quiet restaurants in the area, and decided that would be even worse, to be by herself and surrounded by families or lovers out on a date. Restlessly she put a long-playing tape on the big stereo tape deck. She set the volume low and rummaged through a stack of paperback books, which she bought by the dozen, in futile search for something that looked interesting. She tried a couple and could not get into them. She wanted a drink, but would not let herself have one. Long ago, she had set a rule for herself-when she really wanted liquor, that was the time not to have any. Finally, she lit another cigarette.
Then, in the gathering dusk, she saw headlights turning into the drive. Her heart thumped as she wondered if the Highway Patrol sergeant had picked up on her blatant invitation, but on going to the picture window, she saw it was one of the studio cars.
Oh, no! Candy whispered. The last thing she wanted was to be invaded by studio people who, after their long session on the sound stage, were quite likely stoned on pot, or half drunk, or both. But even so, it would mean she was no longer alone, and she knew she could handle them. So, almost happily, she went to the heavy oak front door and opened it. She was surprised to discover it was Rick Benton, the young midwestern boy, and he was alone.
The slender, handsome blonde-haired teenager was carrying an attaché case, and she found it incongruous. The case belonged in the hands of a big studio executive or an industrialist or possibly a diplomat and looked very much out of place conveyed by a boy who barely had to shave, one who wore an open-neck sports shirt and faded jeans and cowboy boots. Equally startling was his appearance at her house. He had never been here before-she had not been aware he even knew where she lived-and she sensed he might be uncomfortable to find himself in this enclave of the wealthy. She knew he came from the barren prairies of the midwest, and was trying to escape to a more exciting life, despite the basic lack of education. Candy flashed her best welcoming smile at him.
"Why, Rick!" she said, tossing her gleaming mane of black hair back. "Whatever are you doing here?"
"Miss Candy, after you left the studio, a messenger came from NBC with the tape of your appearance on that talk show. There was a note saying you were to approve, and that it is necessary it be done tonight. I was asked to bring the tape, so I brought it to you."
"Oh, thank you!" the raven-haired actress said. "Really, it was too much-making you drive a hundred miles just for this. It could have waited until I went to the studio in the morning."
"I was told it was important," the slender fair-skinned youth said with a shy grin. "And it is nice to have a reason to come away from the city to this beautiful town. Also, I have just now gotten my driving license, and I like to drive."
"Of course," Candy replied, realizing that for this handsome boy actually having both a license and access to a car was a major event in his young life. Through her mind flashed the question of how long he would remain so sweet and innocent. Would the jungle of the movie business in Los Angeles swallow him up, or would he survive, go on to a better life than that of his counterparts? In the few months he had been with the film crew, he had impressed her with his earnest desire to work. No matter what hour of day or night, he was always there, unobtrusively on the fringes, ready to perform the most menial task with a quick, white-toothed smile. "Well, you can't just turn around and go back. I was just going to fix some dinner, and you're going to help me eat it!"
She could instantly sense the unexpected invitation took him by surprise, and perhaps frightened him. He, Rick Benton, the errand boy, being invited to eat in this luxurious home . . . and a meal which the lovely Candy Mullender, the rising star, would prepare with her own beautiful hands! Smiling, she tried to put him at ease as she took his hands and drew him into the house and swung the heavy door shut behind him. And Candy thought to herself, if only he could stay this way, kind and helpful and respectful and-and innocent. Yet she knew the jungle that lay glittering in the myriad lights of Los Angeles-and all the other big cities. She knew of the temptations of girls and liquor and narcotics, and how susceptible the innocent young country boys and girls were to these things.
Although she herself had not been culturally deprived, and had come from a comfortable-well-off family which even today did not quite approve of her career, she had seen enough to realize why so many youngsters revolted, became anti-social, indulging themselves in dope and God knows what else. It was to break the deadly monotony of their drab, apparently hopeless existence.
In her own way, Candy realized her choice of career was a mild revolt.' When she had firmly set her mind on an entertainment career, her family had tried in vain to persuade her to strive to be a school teacher. But Candy had never been able to picture herself done up with a bun at the back of her head and a highcut long conservative dress on teaching a bunch of screaming kids. This was not to say she didn't like kids, she just didn't want to teach them.
Candy Mullender had an innate dislike of hypocrisy. And there were times, lying alone in her big bed in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep, that she wondered if perhaps she was not as big a hypocrite as any other. Because she denied herself.
She steadfastly denied herself the right to be a woman, to enjoy her voluptuous woman's body and take a man wantonly, as she deeply wanted to do, and instead finding only superficial, physical, false release through masturbation. Candy was only too aware of the feral animal that lurked just below the smooth golden surface of her skirt. Although she routinely protested the revealing dresses and skin-tight costumes the agency insisted she wear, in moments of true honesty, the dark-haired actress had to admit that she was subconsciously saying, Hey, look at me! as she wore the tight dresses the studio gave her and grinding her hips as she walked, the short skirt flaring up to show sheer bikini panties and the shadowy triangle of her softly-curling pussy hair.
Candy tried to tell herself she didn't want things like the fast, baby blue car which had cost over twenty-five thousand dollars (and was paid for by the agency) and the adulation of millions of young, teenage fans, and the constant exposure on television talk shows and specials where she was sometimes called "the new Farrah," a phrase invented by some flack.
If she didn't want it, why did she work so hard to have it? she sometimes asked herself in moments of torturing honesty. You want it-shut up and go get it! an inner voice replied. It's your thing, so do it the best you can, and maybe the rest of it will all settle itself in time.
"I can't stay that long, if I am to get back to the city tonight," Rick said, pulling her away from her personal thoughts. "I can stop at a drive-in for a hamburger, Miss Candy."
"Nonsense!" she snapped, immediately regretting the curt tone of her voice, and trying to soften her next words as she smiled at the flustered teenage youth. "Rick, I've had a trying day. I don't want to be alone-to eat alone. I was thinking of going out to a restaurant, but just by myself would be worse than staying here in this big house. Now, I have to view this tape, and I would really like to know what you think of it, because you're a young man, close to the age of most of my fans, and I think your opinion would be very valuable to me-you know if you think something should be cut out. It's a late-night show and they make some sort of blue remarks and it'll be important to me to find out if any of the talk turns you off." Candy smiled again, winsomely as she added, "I can't judge myself . . . maybe I say some things that are all wrong for what the agency calls 'my image' and you could help me pick those things out."
"Miss Candy, I bet you never said a dirty word in your life!"
"Oh, I have," she assured him. "But I try to keep them under my breath, Rick." She brightened suddenly. "Now that I'm not alone, I might allow myself the drink I've been thinking about for hours. I don't suppose you drink."
"My family always has wine at meals," he said shyly. "And I like beer-when I could swipe one from my old man's six-pack."
"And I used to smoke Bill Durham back of the barn too," the vivacious actress said with a hearty laugh. "A beer you get."
With an unintentionally saucy roll of her smooth well-turned ass-cheeks, the same movement she used when on the set with a particularly sexy role, Candy strode to the kitchen and checked the refrigerator. Three six-packs of beer, long-untouched, were there thoroughly chilled. In a cabinet were bottles of bourbon, Scotch, vodka and gin, all covered with dust. She uncapped a bottle of imported beer and, after some deliberation, decided to make a bourbon and soda for herself. She could not remember when she had last had a drink at home. Weeks certainly, maybe months. She kept the liquor only because from time to time agency or studio people came on business and it was expected she would offer some refreshment. But now, thinking of the virile young teenager in the high-vaulted living room, and with her pussy still churning from the abortive sex she'd attempted with Lee Ashley, she needed something to calm her nerves.
Oh my God! NO! she suddenly said to herself realizing that she had been thinking in fantasy of young Rick Benton as a sex partner-and the kid was barely half her age!
Chapter Three
Candy took a minute to compose herself. She put the beer and drink on a tray, along with a dish of mixed nuts, and carried them back to the living room. Rick had found himself a seat on a leather-upholstered sofa facing the darkened glass eye of the television. He stood as she entered the room, and his movement brought to mind the question of how long it had been since a male had risen at her entry-or that of any other woman. Somehow the display of old-fashioned courtesy touched her, and she smiled her appreciation.
"Are you starving?" the flustered brunette asked as she bent low to put the tray on the teakwood table. She realized only after she was in the position that the loose, low-cut bodice of her short dress had fallen away from the firm, creamy mounds of her soft white tits, and that the boy couldn't pull his eyes from the coral-tipped fullness, and that he could surely see the outthrust of her nipples. Blushing, she continued to speak, but without straightening up, because that would have told him she was embarrassed too . . . and anyway, the exigencies of show business, where complete changes of costume sometimes had to be made in less than a half a minute, had of necessity bared her body to male eyes in the most casual of ways. "I can start the potatoes and vegetables cooking, and while they're going, we can watch the tape. I have some beautiful steak, and that only takes a few minutes."
"Whatever you want, Miss Candy," he said, his light, handsome Norwegian face flushing as his pale blue eyes reluctantly lifted from her openly-displayed cleavage and managed to meet her own violet orbs without flinching. Knowing she had caught him looking, the shy teenager tried to find something to say, a way to divert both their attentions from the unnerving circumstance. He quickly poured beer into the chilled glass and tasted it, smacking his lips. "This is really good beer! American beer they make from chemicals-, you know. They make it without what you call calories, so the women won't get fat." He grinned. "So they drink it all day and they get fat anyhow. A Scandinavian would rather have a glass of wine."
"I think there is some wine . . . I'm not sure . . ." Candy said.
"Oh, no, Miss Candy." He flashed the fine white teeth, framed by a full, sensitive mouth. "I can have wine at home-and I would not know good wine anyway, but this is fine beer."
"It's from Denmark," she said, moving to sit with a comfortable distance between them. "And I want you to stop calling me Miss Candy-it's not necessary. Everybody calls me just Candy, including the janitor, and you are much more important to us all than the janitor. So, Rick, it's Candy from now on. OK?"
"If you wish," he said, "But I am only the errand boy, and happy to be that."
"Oh, don't give me the poor kid bit!" Candy retorted. "You're a young, handsome man and you're doing a very important job! Where would we be without someone like you to pack up all the equipment and see that they get where they're supposed to go, and then set everything. up, and take care of all the other things. I'll tell you-we'd never get anything done!" Impulsively she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and said, "If we didn't have you, Rick, we'd have to invent you!"
Glowing with pride, blushing and feeling wild male arousal at her impulsive kiss, Rick Benton realized that this beautiful brunette chick, the one millions of young people were flocking to, really thought of him as something more than just another starstruck kid. She was lovely, not only in her beauty, but as a person. She cared about him as a man who was doing a necessary important job, work deserving of respect.
It was beyond belief, to be in this magnificent house with this most beautiful of all creatures. He felt a blush rising in his face as he thought of how many nights he had laid awake in his musty room in East LA., summoning up visions of her long-legged high-titted beauty, had in his mind slowly stripped her naked and caressed Candy into wild passion until finally, with a groan of uncontrollable desire, she had dropped to her knees and buried her beautiful face in his young loins, eagerly, wantonly sucking his throbbing cock up between her beautiful lips and licking and nibbling it until his sperm had wildly cascaded into the hot cavern of her mouth and down the gulping white column of her graceful throat . . .
And then his punishing, grasping hand had clenched with unbearable tightness around the length of his young manhood and he had lewdly jetted his hot, thick semen on the sweat-stained sheets.
And now here he, Rick Benton school dropout, was actually in Candy Mullender's own home! He was drinking a beer she had brought him, and she was going to cook him dinner and they would watch a tape of her latest television appearance-he would be seeing it before any of the public, and she was going to ask for his opinion of her performance.
The sheer magnitude of it dazzled the young midwestern American. He hoped he could go on working with Miss Candy and the rest of the group for a long time. He had his own wild hopes and dreams, and he kept telling himself he had done the right thing in quitting school and making a job for himself.
On the farm, youth is fleeting. By the age of six, a farm boy is already taking on a man's share of the work. Rick Benton had worked hard on the farm, through necessity. When he had become old enough, he had left and come to California.
While his strong young body strained to carry the heavy equipment, he ran, not walked, with sandwiches and coffee, he watched and listened and learned. He learned gestures and speech, and he was learning to play a guitar, and how to phrase a song, how to perform. He would have done it all without a cent of salary, just to learn, and craftily, to meet people who might help him in years to come . . . the agency people, the booking agents.
Watching Rick, Candy Mullender could see the handsome youth was lost in some reverie of his own. She knew all his waking thoughts were on show business, and wondered if he had forgotten her presence. She studied him, and inevitably, her eyes moved to the crotch of his tight jeans.
What met her eyes was unmistakable! He was hard! The long outline of his youthful cock was throbbing against the tight fabric, and she could see a dark stain of preseminal fluid seeping through it. His balls were pushing out below, and she wondered if this was for her. Was he day-dreaming about making love to her?
Well, they all did, she told herself. And Rick Benton would be more likely to do it than most, imagine himself in the most erotic, even obscene and lewd postures with her than most others, because he was exposed to her so much.
Candy wondered what it would be like to be in his position, a teenager worshipping a sultry goddess created by the mass media, without any hope of attaining the impossible goal. She honestly wondered how some of them managed to restrain themselves, wondered how often how many of them got on a high watching her or hearing her voice, and then vented their sex frustrations on their teeny-hopper girl friends. With a quick movement, she raised her glass and drained it.
"Rick, I'm going to start dinner now," she said, combing her long raven-black hair back from her face with delicate fingers. "Then we'll have a look at the tape."
She had to get away, even for a few minutes. In the kitchen, Candy Mullender hastily ripped open packs of frozen vegetables, barely pausing to read the directions before dropping them into appropriate pots. She found two large Idaho potatoes and stuck them in the oven. She took two T-bone steaks from the cooler and smeared butter on them, then salt and fresh ground pepper and put them aside. A packet of minestrone soup mix went into a pot and onto the stove. Candy was not an expert cook, but she was efficient. She could take several dishes, each requiring a different cooking time, and get them all on the table at once. In less than ten minutes, dinner was on the way.
The potatoes would take an hour-the other things could be put on the heat in accordance. The time would be enough for her to audit the TV tape. She fixed a second drink for herself, after peeking into the living room and seeing Rick had barely touched his beer. She fed the video tape into the playback machine and settled down on the sofa to watch it with critical eyes. The scene which began to unfold in full color could be very important to her within the next few months, or the next year. It was the top late-night talk show, or a major segment of one. The host was casual, witty, and had magnificent timing. He could do more with a questioning glance than anyone else in the business could do with a five-minute monologue written by the top writers in the country. One despairing shake of his head, and careers fell apart. A smile at the right instant made millions.
Candy Mullender's segment was not part of a regular broadcast. She bantered with her host, but the bit was one of three which would be assembled at a later date in order to provide a show while the host was on vacation. It would all be put together so expertly that the home viewer would never realize that he wasn't watching one single show, but looking at bits and pieces which had been carefully edited together.
Propping her chin on her delicate hand, Candy leaned against the back of the oversize leather sofa and gave her image her most critical eyes. She didn't like the sound track too much from the start, but knew the technicians would fix it, and dismissed it from her mind. She was most concerned with her visual image and the way her responses to the chatter came through.
Her entrance went well. She was wearing a slinky black peasant dress, cut low in front to show cleavage, and with a slit up both sides, the sleek, well-turned length of her thighs. She decided her body language was good. And then, after making her bows to the audience, she saw herself striding beautifully to the guest chair beside the host's desk, and sitting down, crossing the long golden legs.
"Ooooh, nooooo . . ." she whispered.
The slit in the dress had been longer than she realized. When she sat, it rode up her thighs, exposing the rich, full hemispheres of her tight-muscled young ass-cheeks, and even giving a suggestion of her soft-furred cuntal slit in the fragment of time during which she was crossing her legs. Maybe only a tenth of a second, but it was there! She knew she should have worn panty hose that night, but the makeup guys had assured her there was nothing worth worrying about, that hose caught the light and looked artificial and she would come through much better with natural flesh tones. And she had believed. Well, she consoled herself, the legendary network censors, would catch the flash and chop it.
"What's the matter?" Rick had heard her gasp of dismay, and he reached out without thinking, covering her hand with his own. The contact with her flesh, sent an electric shock through his young body, and then he didn't want to pull away, because he was afraid she would think he was some kind of kid jerk. "I think it's great so far!"
"If you didn't catch it, I'm not going to rerun it for you," the distressed brunette whispered, suddenly acutely aware of the warmth of his hand over hers. "Maybe just my imagination, Rick."
He did not move his hand. She made no move to withdraw hers. There were no more glimpses of her pussy barely shaded by sheer panties. The chatter was not, so far as she could judge, objectionable, and her closing went well. All considered, she thought, it was a good taping, although she wished her skirt had worked a bit better. It was one of those which was perfect when she was on her feet, but as soon as she sat down, it went out of sight. Well, if that's what they wanted . . .
Candy glanced at her watch and realized it was time to get back to the kitchen, or the meal would bum. Unwinding her long shapely legs, the voluptuous brunette stood, and only as she moved did she realize that in concentrating on the videotape, she had unconsciously grasped Rick's strong young hand tight in her own slender fingers. She almost pulled him to the floor. Blushing, she forced herself to laugh as he stumbled.
"See how wrapped up I get in myself!" she said, forcing gaiety. He grinned and stood beside her, and for the first time she realized how tall he was-how handsome and lean and male. He was almost six feet tall, and through the thin fabric of his sports shirt she could see the trembling young muscles of his torso. In comparison with his narrow waist, his shoulders seemed wide almost out of proportion, yet she could see he was really snake-lean. His biceps were long-muscled-Rick Benton would never have his picture in any beefsteak magazines.
Involuntarily, her wide violet eyes dropped to his loins, and she saw the long, thick outline of his teenage cock was still bulging unmistakably. This brought mixed sensations to her confused mind. On one hand, as a mature, sensuous woman, she was overwhelmingly pleased to know she could arouse such a handsome young boy. On the other hand, she was deeply distressed when she admitted to herself that she wanted him to feel a sexual need for her, even though any such thing was out of the question. He was a mere boy, no matter how much of a man's job he did.
The only thing to do, she told herself, is to play it lightly. Shove your arousal into the background, and try to be sort of a big sister, you know, like casual. He has' girls . . . he must have more girls than any teenage kid would need.
"Come on," she said, forming a lightness in her voice. "I hope you know how to make a salad. Everything else is working, but I can't even cut a common tomato."
"Salad," Rick said, not letting go of her hand as she led the way to the kitchen. "I can cook Danish, Miss Candy!"
"Just plain-Candy!" she corrected.
On the stove and in the oven the various components of the meal were cooking on schedule. She popped a loaf of French bread split and slathered with garlic butter, into the oven. Candy was amazed at the way the boy set about making the salad, and then searching through cabinets, to find the proper plates and bowls. It was like he had worked in the kitchen for years. The thick T-bone steaks went under the broiler and came out in five minutes, blood-rare.
With soft music filling the room, they ate, almost in silence, talking only with their eyes. Candy Mullender felt the mounting pressure, the pure, carnal physical need, and she tried to fight it.
But the light talk that might have diverted her lewd desires escaped her. Rick Benton was so young, so slender, so handsome-so beautiful in every way. And his eyes could not stay away from her. He could not understand how this was happening, that this beautiful, dark-haired chick would be sending out such vibrations, but his Scandinavian blood told him it was happening. Something beyond belief for a farm boy from the midwest. And he knew her, knew her well from having been around her for months. This was no hot-pants pig . . . this was a lovely woman who did not give herself without reason. And what reason could she possibly have to give herself to him?
It was beyond all comprehension. He only knew he had to have her. And as a man, not as a boy. Never in his life had Rick Benton had such a meal, and in such a situation! The most beautiful, most desired woman in America feeding him bites of steak which must have cost five dollars a pound! Everything prepared by her own hands, except his poor salad. Her deep, huge violet eyes melting when they fastened on his face. God!
And springing up to bring coffee and flaky chocolate cake so light it was like feathers in the mouth, and reaching out to touch him. Nobody would believe, out in his neighborhood.
The last morsels of steak had been consumed, the last cream-dappled bits of cake eaten, and the coffee pot was empty. For a time they sat, side by side, but not touching except for their hands. Candy could feel her hand shaking in his, and the dampness of his palm. She knew what was going to happen, although they had not spoken a word for nearly half an hour before Rick Benton cleared his throat.
"This is a beautiful house," he said. "I would like to see all of it."
"It's just another house," Candy managed to say. "But come."
She led him through it, subconsciously saving her big bedroom for the last. He exclaimed over the heavy-beamed old English ceilings and the fireplaces and paintings and the vastness of the rooms. His entire family lived in an area smaller than one of the guest bedrooms, he told her in awe. From the terrace, they could see the city lights twinkling far below, and the cars and trucks speeding past on the Interstate Highway. Candy's footsteps slowed as she showed him to the third level, where her bedroom rose like a tower. The lighting was a soft, pale amber.
"And this is . . . the end of the tour," she whispered, not daring to look directly at him. She stepped backward until she was at the wide glass doors that opened onto the terrace, conscious of what she must look like to him, with her long raven-black hair tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes smoldering dark in her face, her body almost naked under the thin micro-sheath that was cut off just below the rich curve of her ass-cheeks, with unfettered tits thrusting tantalizing, nipples hard and long.
Rick Benton looked at her, and he knew now she was his to do anything with. She might be a beautiful woman, the sex goddess of teenagers, a woman with looks that would make her first million this year. But right now, she was his! He could do anything he wanted to her! He could tell her to get down on her knees and take his hot cock in her hands and pump it and then put it in her beautiful mouth and suck on it until he spilled the hot load of cum from his aching balls down her throat-and she would do it!
Why she would do it, he didn't know. But he knew women. He had seen the same feral expression on some hundreds of faces, and a woman is a woman-and he knew Candy, whom he had worshipped, was no different from all the rest. She wanted him to fuck her!
Well, he would fuck her. He would fuck her until she screamed for him to stop! Ram his cock into her pale flesh until she begged for mercy. Make her know what a man he was!
He would drive her wild! And yet, beautiful as she was, kind to him as she had been, she had a right to her pleasure. It was something for them to work out together . . . the better he was for Candy, the better she would be for him. Panting, he felt his palms grow damp in anticipation. He read in her eyes the sure knowledge of what was going to happen, and her acceptance of it. There was a corner fireplace, and as he watched, she went to it, took a match from a holder on the mantle, snapped it into flame and bent to light the tinder under logs which were ready.
As she bent over the fireplace, her short skirt rode up the smooth-fleshed columns of her thighs, baring the soft roundness of her taut ass-cheeks. He could see the tight-clenching division of her ass-cheeks, and even the tufts of dark-ebony hair fringing her cunt through the sheer panties she word. The flames leapt to life and an orange glow filled the big bedroom as she slowly straightened and turned toward him. She stood motionless, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of her full-sculpted tits, with the hard, sharp points of the nipples pressing against the thin material of her dress. Her full sensuous lips glistened and her tongue-tip flicked nervously across them.
Damn! She knows she's gonna get it! the farm boy exulted. Oh, Candy, are you gonna get it! All the cock I can ram up that tight little cunt! I'm gonna fuck you out of your head!
Inside his tight pants, his young boy-cock was throbbing with need, and a hunger so great that it pained him. He had to get it into her! Skewer her, impale her on his long male hardness turn her on! He wondered if she'd ever been really turned on by fucking, and with his instinct thought probably not-because Candy didn't fuck around. In his job, he knew what was going down anyplace, any time, and he knew Candy didn't spread it around. Not that she could ever be cherry-hell, she was too old-but nobody was regularly banging her, of that he was sure. Rick had the idea that maybe something had happened with Lee earlier in the day, the way Lee had gone hauling ass, and Candy had seemed like her head was fucked up when she left the studio, but on the other hand, that could have been due to a lot of things.
Whatever had happened, she needed a fuck now.
The blue dress was fashioned of raw silk from Ceylon. It was held together down the front by not buttons or zipper but studs, similar to a man's cufflinks, fashioned from the finest jade set in platinum-another touch decreed by Jason Wells at the agency.
Candy Mullender watched the fair-skinned boy move sinuously toward her. His pale eyes captivated her, as the eyes of a snake might freeze a bird. She could feel her heart pounding. She saw the rigid, long outline of his young cock straining against the front of his pants, the dark spot of preseminal fluid, and the thick bulge of his balls cramped into the fabric. She wanted to cry out, to run away-and she could not move. She knew that this virile young farm boy could do anything he wanted with her or to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
Surrendering, she dropped her eyes and stood immobile as she felt his fingers deftly opening the jade buttons, peeling the deep cleavage of her dress away from her ripely thrusting tits and his warm, soft fingers reaching into the tap to squeeze and capture her rapidly-lengthening nipples. She gasped at his touch and involuntarily swayed toward him, so that her loins met his, and she moaned in abject acceptance of whatever the youth wanted to do to her-or whatever he wanted to do to him.
She thought for a moment of how close she had come to taking Lee Ashley's cock into her mouth just hours before.
Candy knew that if this boy told her to kneel and suck him, she would do it.
She would do anything, she could not help herself.
Trembling like a frightened fawn, she felt his hands moving over her feverishly aroused flesh, pinching lightly, tweaking her nipples. And she could only moan in barely restrained passion. She moved to put her arms around him, and he pushed her away and then began again, bending to kiss her soft creamy tits even as his fingers slid down the smooth column of her back and between her tight-clenched ass-cheeks, circling the tight-puckered rose of her anus, as she jerked involuntarily toward him, grinding her wetly burning pussy up to the hot hard shaft of his cock.
Then he lifted his mouth from her pliant tits and stepped back. With no waste emotion, he stripped the short dress from her, letting it fall to the richly-carpeted floor around her booted feet. She stood, trembling, before his wild, lewd gaze, clad only in a nearly transparent panties.
Rick Benton groaned as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his strong young fingers clutching at the thin elastic band which circled her hips. In an instant, they were peeled down the golden columns of her shapely legs to her ankles, and Candy had to either step out of them or trip.
His wiry arms encircled her hips, pulling her wildly quivering pussy to his mouth even as his tongue snaked down to find her soft, hair-fringed cuntal furrow and delve deep inside it. She felt his wet young lips close on her eagerly pulsing cunt and suck for a moment, and then he drew back, his long, curling blonde hair tossing. His pale blue, liquid eyes flashing, he struggled to his feet and jerked at his heavy belt.
"Take my prick out!" he ordered.
Candy paused for a second. It was not too late to prevent this, she thought, but even as she mentally said it, her body was moving forward of its own volition!
Fingers shaking, unable to look into his warm glowing eyes, Candy slowly reached out and found the tab of his zipper. Willing herself to act, she jerked it downward, opening his fly. She reached into the gap and, with a gasp, realized he wasn't wearing any shorts! The long hard length of his hot naked cock met her groping hand, and it fairly leapt out, standing sharply upright.
"Oooooohhh!!!" the aroused woman whispered, as instinctively her hand closed tight around the fleshy cock staff and began to pump it slowly. She looked down then saw the fleshy foreskin rolling back and forth over the moist, plum-colored head. She had never handled a male wantonly like this before. Without being told, she used her free hand to unsnap his belt buckle. His jeans slithered down the olive-hued columns of his legs to bunch around his ankles. He kicked off his boots and then stepped out of his pants even as he pulled his shirt over his head and stood completely naked before her.
Should I make her go down on her knees? Rick wondered. He was sure she would do it at his command-yet, something told him he would be pushing too far too fast-that he should bring her along slowly. Why screw up a lot of future fucking, to say nothing of what Candy could do for him professionally-for a quick blow job?
For farm kids, a chance like this came once in a lifetime. He would be a damn fool to fuck it up, he knew. If he took it slow and easy, she would do it of her own accord, out of raging need to have him every way possible. In addition to which, Rick liked Candy, as much as he could like any woman. She had been decent to him. Now he pulled her to him his deft fingers sliding up the damp hot inner flesh of her fluttering thighs until they insinuated themselves into the softly curling ebony hairs of her pussy and slowly opened the flowering outer lips of her cunt. He heard her groan and felt her entire body begin to undulate in a lewd hunger against his probing hand. Her arms went around him and her sharp nails cut into the hard-muscled flesh of his lean back painfully. He moved his pelvis forward and forced the long hard length of his cock between her legs, rubbing it the full length of her wetly throbbing cuntal furrow.
Candy Mullender buried her beautiful passion-contorted face in the hollow of the young boy's neck and shoulder as she rocked her love-starved pussy back and forth over the hot spike of his manhood. This was so different than anything ever before! She knew Rick was barely half her age, and that, while he thought he was seducing her, it was really the other way around. The surge of guilt which swept through her was nowhere as powerful as her own needs. She did not care what happened, she had to have his huge, virilely heated cock buried in her yearning loins. She sawed-her pussy wildly back and forth on his rigidity and then, gasping, pulled away.
"The bed," Candy mumbled. "On the bed!"
Rick Benton didn't hesitate. He pushed her backwards and Candy fell across the big bed, her long, golden legs opening in obscure invitation, and she felt his lean, hard body coming down on top of her, pinning her writhing frame to the quilted coverlet. She fumbled and found the iron-hard length of his cock again and tried immediately to guide it into the hotly aroused slit up between her legs. She needed to be filled NOW !
"Ooooohh . . . Ooooooohhhhh!" the aroused idol of millions of teenagers cried out urgently. "Get in! Get it in me!"
"Now," Rick said with a mocking chuckle, watching her writhe and thrash, humping her beautiful raven-haired pussy up toward the top of his cock. The soft ebony curls that fringed her excited cunt scraped across his sensitive cock-head, sending thrill after thrill rippling through his abdomen. "Candy, you are worth much more than a fast fuck!"
Supporting his weight on his lean left arm, he moved over her. With his right hand, he brushed the burning hot rubbery head of his lust-swollen cock up and down the full length of her cuntal slit, parting the aroused outer lips with agonizing slowness. Then, as her wetly throbbing flesh flowered open, he moved a fraction of an inch closer, so the head of his thick rod of flesh was dipping into the heated secretions seeping from her cunt, and Candy was hungrily twisting and thrashing and making little mewling sounds of unabated desire. Her clutching fingers reached for his rampant manhood, but again he pulled back, listening to the beautiful dark-haired movie star groan in frustration.
"You're torturing me!" she cried out, rolling her head so the long, gleaming dark hair sprayed over the pillows. "Get it in!"
Instead, he continued to tease her with the dark-reddish tip of his cock, rubbing it over the sensitive upthrust bud of her clitoris, then down the eagerly gaping slit and even into the crack of her wide-splayed ass-cheeks to press tantalizingly against the tight rubbery circle of her tiny anus, bringing a new gasp of sensation from the shamelessly aroused actress.
Candy's eyes filled with lust at the sensations. She thought she would go mad if this boy didn't stop teasing her.
"You want it now?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes . . . YES!" the brunette cried out. "What do you want?" he taunted. "I want you in me, damn you!"
"Say what you really want!"
"What else can I say?" Candy groaned, grabbing at his loins.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"I don't want to say that word," she gasped.
"Say it, Candy! Tell me you want to be fucked!" he pulled back so there was no more contact between his tempted cock and her cunt. From the tortured expression on her lovely face, he knew she was suffering. But he was sure he would be better for her if she would break down completely, surrender her mind as well as her urgently demanding voluptuous body. He sensed the straining woman had never cum in her life-and it was up to him to bring her that ecstasy. Young as he was, he knew women's bodies. And this one was ready to be a love-slave! "Tell me what you want!"
Candy panted in unfulfilled passion. She could not look up at the teenager's handsome face, and she tried to close her own ears to the words her mouth was about to speak.
"Fuck me," she whispered thickly. "Oh, for God's sake, fuck me . . . NOW!!!"
Her limber body jerked upward, her quivering pussy lips trying to find his pulsating lust-hard cock-head again. Her hand caught his cock's long hard length and pulled it down to the tight little mouth of her cunt, and this time the youth did not hold back as she guided at to the entrance to her deep, juice-flowing cunt passage.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Candy whispered as she felt the blood swollen cock-head pushing against its yearning target and her soft moist flesh parting eagerly to welcome it. His hips twitched as he positioned himself over her lewdly split loins, and she pulled her smoothly rounded knees up, exposing the sweating plane of her moist pussy for his impalement. She could feel the urgent throb of his heartbeat through his pulsing cock and she trembled in anticipation. His cock was like a burning-hot poker in her fingers. Instinctively, she pulled the loose foreskin far back on the shaft. "Now!" she pleaded. "NOW!"
With a powerful surge of his lean back muscles, the handsome boy thrust into her wetly waiting cunt in one long, smooth, flesh-splitting stroke, and his sperm-laden balls slapped hard against the wide-stretched half-moons of her nakedly straining ass-cheeks. Candy reacted like she had touched a high-voltage wire. Her tense body erupted wildly, and her long legs flew out to either side and wrapped convulsively around his lunging body even as her sharp finger nails raked his back cruelly in passion drawing parallel lines of bright blood. She heard him cry out in sudden pain, and then felt his animal strength as he rammed his hotly throbbing cock even deeper into her, punishing her yielding flesh. And something happened which she could not believe!
With his tumultuous penetration, his savage splitting of her defenseless loins in one stroke, Rick Benton set off a firebomb deep in her vitals. It was like nothing she had ever experienced a sudden tidal wave of burning sensation that swept through her quivering belly, upward to fill the jiggling mounds of her firm, wide-set titties, and downward to turn her clamping thighs to jelly and make her very toes curl.
"My God!" Candy screamed in disbelief and wonder at the top of her lungs. "I'm cumming . . . I'm cummmmiinnggg RIGHT NOW!!!"
She was totally overwhelmed, both physically and emotionally, as wave after wave of tumultuous sensation swept through her straining woman's body as she finally experienced the thing she had sought so futilely with other, older, more experienced partners in the past. She jerked and bucked in complete abandonment, and her heels drummed on his back and then on his heaving tight-muscled ass-cheeks as she tried to draw his beautiful cock deeper and deeper into the hotly clutching well of her newly found womanhood. A jumble of thoughts kaleidoscoped through her stunned brain as she felt his long reaming cock skewering her wildly convulsing pussy and his heavy balls, swollen with hot scalding cum, pounding against her lewdly jiggling ass-cheeks.
It just couldn't be-yet it was! She had cum with his first stroke and now she felt her cuntal reflexes building up their electrical charges for it to happen again.
"Ooohhhhhhh . . . aaaaahhhh . . . ummmmmmm . . . YES!" the aroused brunette chanted in near-delirium as she felt the boy's virile young cock fucking up into her belly with deep, burrowing strokes, pushing great waves of her delicate cuntal flesh ahead of its lust-swollen top. She felt the wetness of their pubic hair matting together with each plunge, soaked by her woman-juices. And, with every punishing thrust of the fleshy piston, Candy was grinding the base of his cock hard against her tingling clitoris, and each contact made her cum even harder, until she was sure she would go out of her mind. "Fuck me, oh, my darling, fuck meeeee!!"
Her sensuous lips peeled back over her fine white teeth, and her words were fuzzy with passion and the all-pervading ecstasy she was feeling.
Her fragmented mind could not understand it-how, by merely entering her body, this teenage boy could have set her off. The fact that Lee Ashley had fucked her only a few hours before could not be responsible-if anything, that episode had turned her off because of the shattering discovery that he was on hard dope. By association, that fact alone should have made her irresponsive . . . yet she was going wild under this handsome insatiably-fucking young boy!
Rick could hardly believe it himself! He had never had a woman respond so. They were cold fish, compared to the women in his neighborhood and the bloods he was used to fucking. He looked down between her long smooth legs and saw the wetly glistening shaft of his cock surging in and out of her hair-lined pink cuntal opening. He felt the blood run from his raw-scraped back and stain the expensive coverlet and their lewdly entwined bodies. With any other woman, he would have hit her hard across the mouth for marking him that way, but this he took as a tribute to his own machismo. He cupped his hands over the firm upthrust mounds of her milk-white tits, squeezing, rolling the distended nipples between his fingers and watching the way her beautiful violet eyes rolled back in her head as the continuing orgasm racked her body.
Damn, I might fuck her to death! he thought slowing the jackhammer pistoning of his long virile cock into her tightly clasping pussy. But Candy only cried out and began to screw her tight little cunt more and more violently up and down the rampaging shaft of his manhood, and he felt her fingers reach between their straining bodies to urgently close around his balls, squeezing beyond control, so hard it hurt. Even as she trashed up to his loins, he suddenly pulled back, jerking his eagerly pulsing cock from the tight ensheathing flesh of her cunt with a wet, squishing sound.
"Noooooo!" the aroused movie star cried.
"Roll over-get on your hands and knees!" Rick panted.
Her mind squirming, her entire naked body on fire and quaking in the fury of her sustained cumming, Candy rolled over, not knowing what to expect next, but willing to do anything Rick wanted, just so long as he would keep his thick beautiful cock in her. She felt his sweating hands positioning her, holding her hips, spreading her quivering ass-cheeks wide, and then his legs were forcing her thighs apart as he pushed her down until the sensitive tips of her huge tits were flat on the bed.
"Now-put it in again!" he ordered, panting. Candy, her face contorted, her long mane of now-tousled dark hair flowing over the bed, looked down through the swaying valley of her inverted tits. She could see the excited juices dropping from her pussy, feel them running down the insides of her smooth-fleshed thighs. And she could see his long hard cock throbbing between her widespread legs. Moaning, she reached down past her belly, grabbed the slippery cock-shaft that was so hard and hot and guided it between the ragged flanges of her passion-thickened pussy lips.
Rick lunged forward, his pulsating hardness slipped in . . . in . . . in, and Candy cried out, "Eeeeyyyaaasssss. !"
The naked movie star knew he couldn't be any deeper in her straining body than he had been before, yet, in this position, it seemed like his virile pole of flesh was boring right into the depths of her trembling belly, inches further than anyone had ever been. She felt his cum-filled balls grinding against her clitoris, as she lewdly swayed the milky-white half-moons of her ass-cheeks up at him and humped back with a wanton eagerness.
"Oh God, it's big!" she gasped, churning her pussy back, trying to absorb every centimeter of his rampant maleness. "Ooooooooohhhhhhh . . . Rrriiiiccccckkkk . . . FU-FUUUCCCCKK MEEEEE!"
Furiously, he began to screw in and out of her wetly seething pussy, watching her soft pink cuntal flesh wrap itself around his thick pistoning cock-shaft like a tight, wet glove. He saw the straining of her back muscles as she fucked furiously, trying to absorb every bit of him. All the while, the dark-haired woman was moaning and crying out, actually screaming. He had never known a female could cum like this! Certainly not this dark-haired goddess whom he knew full well just did not fuck around!
Damn, what a piece of ass! Although he was not short on sexual experience, Rick had never in his wildest dreams imagined he could turn a woman on this way-particularly one like Candy. He wondered if he was really the cause, or if he had just happened to hit her at the right time? Whatever it was, he wouldn't question his good fortune. After he took care of her like this, she would come crawling and begging to him. She would buy him presents and see that he got the breaks he was looking for in showbiz. She would give him money and she would give him her body any time he wanted it. After this, she would be his total slave!
Chapter Four
Even as he fucked wildly into her wildly thrashing body, Rick was planning his future moves with a shrewdness that comes only to those who have been forced to take advantage of every little thing that looked like an opportunity in order to survive.
He told himself he knew women. He was sure that, once the wild fire in her pussy had been quenched, Candy Mullender would be overcome with remorse of the deepest kind. Because he was just a kid and she was a mature woman, if for no other reason. She would make some futile effort to see this never happened again.
Small damn chance. She would be screaming for his cock like a wounded eagle, and she must be made to beg for it any way he'd let her have it. Now she was twisting her head, facing back to him with her full, sensuous lips heavy with passion, her tongue wetting them, making them glisten.
Next time, baby, it goes in your pretty mouth, Rick said to himself as he fucked wildly into her tight steaming cunt. You're gonna drink my cum . . . gallons of it!
"Aaaaaahhhh . . . aaahhhhhh . . . uuuuuggghhh!" the passion wracked brunette chanted in near delirium, as the hot pole of cock-flesh continued to spear in and out of her ecstatically convulsing cunt. She was on the verge of exhaustion, and yet looking back and up at her laboring teenage lover, she saw he was fresh as ever, even though his pale, curling blonde hair was tumbled down over his forehead. The successive overwhelming waves of her orgasm almost entirely drained her sweating body of the physical ability to respond, and now, she was being pummelled mercilessly by his virile young cock. She gasped and pleaded, "Cum, Rick! For God's sake, cum before you kill me!"
Before I kill both of us, the striving youth amended silently. His back felt like it was going to break, and the limber muscles of his legs ached from the frantic lunges into her wetly yielding flesh. His heavy cum-bloated balls felt as if they would burst at any minute if he didn't empty their steaming load into her hot little cunt.
Grasping her swiveling hips, Rick rammed himself in wild violence into the heated well of her pussy and felt his cock begin to swell, get even more rigid and longer. And then the great molten flood was triggered by a fresh wave of shudders which shook the straining girl as her shoulders dropped to the bed and her madly rotating ass-cheeks were thrust toward the ceiling helplessly.
"I'm cumming, Candy!" he cried out, his lips peeling back tight over his strong white teeth, his face contorted in a grimace. "Fuck back! Fuck up on me!"
With her last remaining strength, the ravished dark-haired actress tried to comply. She felt the incredibly deep boring of his throbbing cock into her sorely stretched cunt, and then the hardening and swelling of his manhood.
She knew he could be only seconds away from climax, and she somehow found the strength and muscular coordination to match the moment. In the depths of her belly, she could feel the bulbous, rubbery cock-head grow to immense size as it battered without letup against the mouth of her cervix. Urgently, she reached a hand back again between her wide-splayed thighs and captured his heavy balls, squeezing them, feeling them as they drew up to his wildly fucking abdomen. She moaned as she felt the first searing-hot eruption of his thick can in her vitals. Squirting wildly like a fire hose, his hard cock exploded in the steaming depths of her cunt, his semen mixing with her own viscid cumming. She thought his fresh young sperm would never stop flooding her palpitating cunt, and she could hear the squishing sounds as it spewed along the length of her cuntal channel and his deeply embedded cock-shaft to ooze through the lust-swollen flanges of her pussy and trickle down over his balls and then the quivering insides of their tightly-pressed thighs to finally puddle thickly on the expensive coverlet, staining it forever.
Thoroughly depleted, and even more thoroughly fulfilled than she had ever thought possible, Candy fell forward, and his weight came down on top of her nakedly trembling body. Their hearts, beat wildly as passion subsided, and their mingled perspiration soaked the bed even more. The beautiful dark-haired movie star lay unmoving, feeling her teenage lover's still jerking cock gradually soften in the warm sheath of her cunt until there was no more to feel. He lifted his weight and rolled off her, his lips wetly kissing the sweat-slick column of her back.
Rick sensed he had to do something to make her feel it was all right, to ease the guilt he was sure would soon overcome the ravishing brunette. He turned her on her side, pulling her to him and his skilled fingers stroked her still-quaking hot flesh.
"You are so beautiful, my Candy," he murmured, lightly kissing around her lax, lust-swollen mouth. "So good for me."
It wasn't hard to say at all! The words were certainly the truth. He'd never had such a wild fuck in his life!
"Oh Rick . . . Rick . . ." Candy whispered back, drawing his mouth down to hers, parting her lips for his tongue, drawing it deep into her wanting mouth. Mixed emotions surged through her satiated body. She knew it had been wrong, letting this happen, encouraging it, actually seducing the teenage boy. She told herself it must never happen again-and she knew in her heart that it would have to happen again. And again. And again! He had given her something no mature man ever came close to duplicating. She sighed, "Rick . . . darling. . . ."
Even as she sighed out her contentment and utter completions, Candy Mullender, in another compartment of her mind, was assessing the irreparable damage she had done to herself.
Her years of struggling in the showbiz jungle had not left her naive. She was sure Rick felt something for her as a person, as a desirable and passionate woman. But he had so little himself, and such big dreams, and Candy knew she was the perfect vehicle through which to make those dreams materialize. She'd had her unforgettable moment of ecstasy, of awakening as a woman. But what would the price be when the final bill was presented? She shuddered to think as recollections of other performers who had found themselves in similar situations sped through her confused mind.
Rick would be in an excellent position to blackmail her. Not demand money, but help in his still-distant career. Already she was his love-slave. She knew she would have to have him countless times. Of course, she would willingly give him money in any reasonable amount. But would he be satisfied with that? Or would he want to advance himself by openly flaunting the fact that he was her lover-her stud! Candy thought of several other stars she knew who openly carried on affairs with boys almost young enough to be their sons, even brought them on stage or into TV studios for appearances. While it didn't seem to hurt their careers-maybe even helped them, with all the mentions in the gossip columns-she could never envision herself in such a situation. Suddenly, betrayed by her own love-starved body, and, with the specter of her religious upbringing arising anew in her mind, Candy was miserable, even as her vibrant young body fairly glowed in the embrace of her young lover.
As though sensing her discomfiture, Rick Benton shifted a bit lower in the bed until he could cup her lushly ripened tits and, with skilled tongue and lips, kissed and licked them lingeringly. Candy knew he would not be returning to the studio this night. His mouth on the resilient mounds of her tits was comforting. She could not have endured another minute of sex, but she could not stand to be alone-not now!
"Let's get under the covers," Candy whispered, her long, sleek body moving against his young, virile maleness. "We've got a lot to steep on."
They slid between the rich, soft sheets, in the room that was musky-scented with their spent passion and their naked bodies entwined. Despite her fears and the terrible load on her mind, Candy drifted off to sleep within seconds, smiling.
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Early in the morning she half-awakened as the boy eased himself from the big bed and the warmth of her tightly-clinging arms and used the bathroom. When he returned, Candy saw he was nearly erect again, and tried to avert her eyes in a futile attempt to quell the fresh surge of desire. Bright sun streamed through gossamer drapes over the window overlooking a flagstoned patio that was lush with Southern California vegetation. Rick lay beside her and casually slid his hand up between her parted thighs, his fingers dancing over the soft warm lips of her cuntal furrow.
"We've got to talk," Candy said, finally, trying not to undulate her pelvis against his probing hand. "You know . . ."
"Sure, Candy." He knew very well. He had lain awake for a long time thinking of all the possibilities. "I know what you're thinking . . . I'm just a kid."
"You're a lot more than a kid," she said in a dreamy remembering as she reached for his virile young cock and fondled it. "You know what you did for me . . . like no one has ever done before. And I'm not fool enough to deny it."
"I have never had such a woman," he said, grinning in the memory. "I hope you will not send me away now."
"Knock off the sweet talk," she said, pulling away from him to kneel on the edge of the bed, yet not releasing his now rock-hard cock. Her fingers toyed with the thick foreskin, drawing it tightly down the length of his tumescent staff until the purplish cock-head filled with blood. Her other hand crept in between his legs and her fingernails lightly scraped his lightly haired balls that were filling with sweet semen again. He moved to pull her on top of him, but she drew back, removing his hand from her trembling body. "Rick . . . we have to say certain things . . . get our heads screwed on right." She tossed her head and the raven-black hair showered over her tanned shoulders. "What we did was wrong. No matter how . . . how beautiful. I used you. I needed you desperately . . . and you aren't a dumb farm kid. You know how much I needed you."
"I could love you, Candy," he said, blue eyes melting. True enough-he could. No female had ever given him so much, or promised so much. "If you want it."
"I-I don't know. It was all so quick," the confused brunette actress whispered even as her hand unconsciously stroked the length of his hot rigid cock. "I think I should tell you why it happened . . . why I was so sluttish."
"You could never be a slut," the boy said gallantly.
"Oh, wasn't I?" Candy retorted, almost bitterly.
Then, composing herself, she told him about Lee Ashley. It took a long time to find the words.
With no attempt to spare herself, she recited what had happened with Lee . . . her surrender, his failure to satisfy her, his urging that she fellate him and how she had almost succumbed, stopping only when she discovered his narcotics addiction.
"Would you have sucked him?" Rick asked.
Looking away from his searching gaze, Candy said in a whisper, "I would have . . . I was so close to cumming . . . but I know it would never have been like it was with us."
"With us was right, he agreed.
"Oh, yesssss . . ." Candy sighed, slumping forward so her soft cheek lay against his hard-muscled young belly. In her delicate hand, his iron-hard maleness throbbed, and she could see a pearly drop of preseminal fluid oozing from the slit at the end of the mushroom-shaped head. It was so beautiful, this magnificent male organ which had given her so much pleasure! "You know how right it was, Rick."
"I want your mouth," he said softly, undulating his hips in a universal pleading, stroking the soft mass of her hair. "Your soft mouth."
He heard her sigh, almost moan, and knew he had brought her to the next step. He reached down to stroke her sensually naked body and cupped her ripened tit, lightly pinching the rising nipple. Slowly she raised her head and turned to look directly into the deep pools of his eyes. For a long moment she was immobile and then she moved to kneel above him, slowly pumping his cock, making the whitish drop grow. The pink tip of her tongue slid over her parted lips, wetting them.
I can't, Candy thought to herself. It's unnatural. I just can't do it. But I want to! Beneath her, his limber body moved until her entire vision was filled with the deep-reddish roundness of his cock-head, swelling as her urgent fingers clenched tightly around the tree-like staff that ended in a curling blonde mass of hair, with his heavy balls below. She looked up into his eyes, and realized how much he wanted her to do this. Sighing, she brushed her hair back from her face and bent over his loins. Only a fraction of an inch separated the soft wetness of her full parted lips from the rubbery round tip of his cock. She could feel the heat of his loins, and she steeled herself.
And then she lifted her head, mumbling, "Darling, I can't!"
"Touch me with the tip of your tongue," the boy said in a soft, compelling voice as his fingers deftly cupped her face and drew her head downward. "Just kiss for a minute."
Moaning, the raven-haired actress allowed her head to be guided until her flaring lips came in light contact with his heatedly pulsing cock-head. Of its own volition, her tongue seemed to spear out and lick at the salty-sweet droplet of moisture! The taste was electrifying! Spearing her tongue into the tiny hole, she sought more. And then without realizing what she was doing, the flat of her tongue was swirling around the soft, resilient warmth of his cock-head, licking furiously at the ridge of the glans.
"Now lick down and up the underside," he hissed.
In blind obedience, she took his throbbing young cock in her hand like an ear of corn and began to lick and nibble up and down its length, the tip of her tongue fluttering. She could smell the rich man scent of his cock and balls, and impulsively she covered his sperm-filled balls with kisses, sucking first one then the other into her mouth. She shifted on the bed, straddling his right leg until she felt his hard thigh muscle rubbing gloriously on the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. His long hard cock was glistening now with her saliva as Candy moved her mouth upward a final time and then poised with her sensuously ovalled lips touching the tip. She looked up at him with her deep violet eyes and then felt his hands tangling in her mass of raven-black hair, holding her head immobile as he slowly thrust his loins upward.
At the last instant she tried to compress her lips, close her jaws, but the pressure was relentless, and she yielded, letting her mouth fall open in warm invitation. She felt the huge intrusion of his mushroom-shaped cock-head pressing in, making contact with her tongue, unnaturally massive in her saliva-filled mouth. Steadily his hands were pushing her head down, lower and lower toward his curly blonde triangle of pubic hair. She gulped and her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. She could see the thick, hot cockstaff -slowly disappearing into her gaping mouth, feel the rigid warmth of it going in and in and in, until the smooth head pressed the back of her mouth, almost making her choke. And then deeper, all the way into her straining throat until she had absorbed all of his pulsating thickness.
"Ohhhhh, you've got a beautiful soft mouth," Rick whispered, jerking his pelvis upward. "Keep your lips over your teeth and work your tongue around me."
"Ummmmmmmmm . . ." Candy moaned, trying to obey. She gulped for air. It felt as if her jaws were stretched to the breaking point, her inexperienced mouth was so filled. Beneath her, Rick began to slowly raise and lower his hips, and his urgent fucking rhythm told her what she must do. With her tongue swirling along the underside of his hotly pulsating cock, she began to steadily bob her head up and down. She found this was better. She could gulp for air on the outstroke, as she drew her tightly ovalled lips upward until only his bulbous cock-head remained between them.
Her cheeks hollowed and ballooned alternately as the thick rod of male flesh slid in and out of her devouring mouth. She began to suck, lightly at first, and then with more intensity as she was caught up in the carnal excitement of the act which was so new and suddenly exciting to her. Holding the base of Rick's cock with thumb and forefinger, she began to expertly aim the throbbing cock-staff so that it slid deeper and deeper into her throat, and she began to moan around it in a rising excitement as the vision of the lewd spectacle she must present filled her mind. Her fingers teased his swelling balls, and she knew that in time they would erupt in her mouth-and she wanted them to! In her belly, she felt her own awakening, and wondered is she would cum herself while she was sucking him!
"Eat me, Candy," the boy gasped. "Suck me dry."
The now-insatiable raven-haired actress needed no urging. She moaned and twisted her hungrily sucking mouth around his virile shaft of hard cock-flesh, and was carried away to the point where she bit down hard enough to make Rick cry out and grab her head, stilling its wild up-and-down motion until she was in control of her passion again. She tossed her head from side to side as her lust-contorted lips slurped wetly up and down, trying to get his cock deeper and deeper into her spasming throat. From a great distance, she heard Rick moaning and sensed he was on the verge of cumming even before his pistoning cock thickened and swelled so she could barely circle it with her tightly-clasping lips. She felt him buck furiously up toward her diving face as her hair sprayed wildly over his jerking loins. And then his hands were holding her head tight while he fucked without mercy into her soft rounded lips.
The first hot spurt of cum almost choked the dark-haired actress as it gushed against the roof of her mouth and then down over her tonsils even as his wildly jerking cock plowed deep into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she tried to swallow fast enough to keep up with his cumming: She had never realized there could be so much! Despite her eagerness to devour him, thick strings of whitish sperm escaped the corners of her widely-distended mouth, trailing down into his fair pubic hair. The life-creating fluid burned her throat, salty and pungent yet she was relentless in her sucking. Voraciously her lips kept at the spurting cock until finally there was no more and it softened under the passionate lashing of her tongue. Sighing, she collapsed, exhausted over his sweating, depleted loins, her fingers still rolling his spent balls while the pink tip of her searching tongue found the last droplets of cum in the curly forest of his pubic hair and avidly consumed them. Her mouth was full of the rich flavor of his semen, her passion-swollen lips glistening with it, when she slowly raised her flushed face.
Rick Benton drew her up to him and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting himself on her spearing tongue as she moaned and pressed her nakedly trembling body against his. Damn, he told himself, this sweet bitch really turns on all different ways .. have I got me something to play with!
Sighing .with pleasure, Candy lay in the handsome teenager's arms. She knew she should be feeling remorse and overwhelming shame. Yet she felt beautiful, completed, with none of the regrets of the night before when she had wantonly yielded all her scruples and simply fucked like a slut. Well, I'm a cock-sucker now, Candy ruminated. And I love it!
Deep in her still-churning belly, she could feel the thick hot pool of Rick's cum. She knew she was totally lost now. He had her, irrevocably. She could only hope he would be good to her, return her love. If he ever left her . . . she didn't know if she would survive!
Chapter Five
Lost in their lewd thrashings on the big bed, neither Candy nor Rick had heard the sports car wheel into the grounds.
The car was the personal property of Vance Dawson, the Highway Patrol sergeant who, with his partner, had flagged Candy down the night before. He had purposely not pursued her only-too-obvious invitation because of his riding partner, Nelson. Nelson would steal a fuck from a corpse. This was Vance Dawson's day off, and he had thoughts of collecting for the speeding ticket he hadn't written when he should have thrown the whole citation book at the chick. The fact she had been doing well over 110 didn't bother him-she had obviously been in control of the hot sports car, and he had driven it himself, so knew it was good. But seeing her make knots like that could lead some clown in a Ford to try keeping up, and _ there'd be blood on the highway. And hadn't the kooky cunt even jumped on his own car and taken off after them? Shit, if the captain ever heard of that caper, he'd be riding a mule in Big Sur!
Definitely, this hot-ass brunette owed him a fuck, and on this day Vance Dawson had plenty of time to collect. He was not in uniform. He wore a suede leather jacket, faded jeans and cycle boots, but he had not left all of the cop at home. He carried a stubby .38, as regulations required, and he always thought like a cop, meaning he looked around to see what was to be seen at all times.
Immediately he saw the wagon parked beside the Mercedes, and muttered, "Girl has company."
With the grace of a hunting cat, he made a circuit of the big house. The bedroom was in the far corner on the upper level-at the height of the small hill. The thin mesh drapes concealed nothing of what was going on. He saw the voluptuous brunette-naked and even sexier than he had remembered-stroking a kid's cock. As he watched, he saw her bend over it and slowly take the boy's cock up into her mouth and begin to suck. The scene went on and on and on, until finally it peaked and thick strings of cum were drooling from between her gulping lips.
"I will be goddamned!" the sergeant whispered, moving to ease the pressure of his hardened cock in his pants. "A kid . . . a damn kid! Well, baby we'll be back!"
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As she lay in the boy's embrace, feeling his lithe, almost hairless body pressed to hers, Candy Mullender was glad the filming had been finished the day before. She was sure that, after what she'd been through and discovered about herself, she would have neither voice nor timing. As it happened, there was nothing on the schedule before the start of rehearsals for a television special the following week. And it had been a long time since she'd had any time to herself . . . she deserved a few days. She needed them in which to think, to find her new, wanton self.
She stirred as she felt Rick's hands begin to caress her and his flicking tongue and lips move over her warmly tingling tits and down over the soft curve of her belly. Before her love-glazed mind realized what was happening, the handsome youth had spread her legs wide and was kneeling between them, his thumbs drawing the moist lips of her pussy apart. She could feel his hot breath blowing through the tight raven-black curls which rimmed her cunt. She twisted and clamped her legs tight around his face, holding him prisoner.
"Oh, n o o o o . . . " the satiated brunette whispered. "No. . ."
"I want to," he mumbled. "After the way you did me . . ."
"I-I enjoyed it as much as you did," the beautiful movie star confessed. "But nobody's ever done that to me. My head is all mixed up . . . it's too soon." She ran her slender fingers through his disheveled mop of hair. "If you really want to you can do it later. I know it'll be beautiful, Rick darling. I want to be able to really let go. Understand?"
"Sure." Passionately he kissed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs before moving up on the bed. Rick had never dreamed he might have such an experience with Candy, and he looked at his conquest with mixed emotion. He was intensely proud of himself for arousing and fulfilling this beautiful older woman when older men had obviously failed. God! How he'd love to parade her around East LA.. and let the guys see how a man handled women! But another part of his mind told him that he might be out as fast as he'd been in. If Candy began having second-sensible-thoughts, Rick knew she might send him away-with a suitable token of her gratitude of course-and that would mean losing the only brass ring he'd grabbed in his underprivileged life. At this moment, while their bodies were in contact, he was sure he could do anything he wanted with Candy, bend her to his will. If he really wanted to eat her pussy, her legs would be wide open, and she'd be breaking his neck with the urgency of pulling his tongue down into the sweet fleshy. slit! Hell, with a little maneuvering, he could probably fuck her in the ass! He remembered the way she jumped when the head of his hot cock just touched the tight little rose the night before!
He wondered how it would be, to plunder between those smooth white globes, bury hot meat in her virginal back passage. Well, it was something to think about. Damn, tight as Candy's pussy was, her asshole would probably strip the skin right off his cock! In a silent joke on himself he thought maybe it would be a good idea to get himself circumcised before he tried it . . . and the more he thought of it, the more determined he became to sodomize his lovely mistress. Meanwhile, he would do well to take out some insurance. The way to begin was to let her think he was leaving.
"Hey, honey" Rick murmured, his tongue flicking into the shell-like depths of her ear. "I gotta go. Gotta take some of the film to the shop. I just got myself on the agency payroll, and if I fuck up, Jason Wells will fire my ass for sure."
Candy turned to look at Rick in amused disbelief as she chuckled and said, "You are a . . . a bullshitter! You know full well nobody can fire you now." She pursed her lips in thought and continued. "We have to do some figuring. You're a smart kid, Rick I've been around. I'm not exactly a dum-dum. You're playing me like a Wurlitzer organ but that's all right, as long as we know what the rules are."
"A Wurlitzer I can't play," he said with a mocking grin. "A sex organ, that's my style."
"Don't remind me," she shushed, blushing. "Now, we can work something out, and that doesn't include you blossoming out in three hundred-dollar suits and a Cadillac- or we'll both be ruined. I could even go to jail for this! Now, what we might do until we figure it all out is this: You keep on just as you are, working yourself hard."
"Like a trojan."
"Like a trojan," Candy agreed. "We'll get you an old car, but a good one, for a few hundred dollars."
"A kid's car," he said, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "I can pick up a hell of a good car eight or nine years old for four or five hundred."
"We can't meet here often," Candy continued, "but we can find places. I'm too conspicuous, with the image Jason Wells has created. That one-of-a-kind car and everything. I'm supposed to be recognized, and it'll be no good if I'm seen going around with you. Any ideas?"
He gave it some thought and said, "Maybe get a beat up car and different kind of clothes. Secondhand. You know, faded jeans and baggy shirts and a wig, and dark glasses or something. Don't go places you've ever been before."
"Hey -it could work!" Candy enthused. "Let's figure it out. Call the agency and say you're sick!"
Giggling like conspiring children, they began to plot. Candy was amazed at the shrewdness' of her young lover. He immediately picked up snags of which she would never have thought.. He pointed out that one could never tell when some little thing could go wrong, such as ownership of the truck she would need being checked back to her.
"But who the hell has to have an answer!" he said, grinning at her confusion as she propped herself on an elbow, her firm pointed tits crushed against his chest hotly. "Girl, if you have a lot of money, you can buy anything you damn well please!"
"I suppose so," Candy conceded. "So far we've got an old beat up car for me, we need a car for you, what kind do you want?"
"For you it should be a good-looking car. I have a friend who deals in cars. A special price, no more than a thousand dollars. For a very good car."
"My God, you're getting expensive," she murmured. But, her yearning woman's body said, you're worth every cent! It was only money, of which she had plenty and he had none. Candy was sure she would not wind up owning the car permanently. Nor the beat up car either. But she could have spent every dime she had and not found the delight this lean young boy had given her in one night. And the plotting made her feel like a teenager again!
Rick went on to point out it would be necessary for her to have a place to switch identities, change from her flamboyant showbiz image to girl bum, it was decided that one of the thousands of crackerbox apartments in the town would suit. Rick had another friend who was a real estate agent and would arrange to anonymously rent a place with enclosed garage. She wondered how many friends he had. It was an anticlimax to hear he had another friend who sold used cars.
"Look, Rick," she said in final surrender. "Go buy it. Buy it all! Just don't rip me off too bad."
Her voice fell to a whisper. "Buy what you want for yourself. When this ride is over I won't want any of it." She clutched at him and pleaded, "Just be good to me for as long as it lasts . . . Please!"
"It will last as long as you wish, Candy," he said. His strong fingers pulled her legs apart and he slid low on the bed, his tongue working urgently on her trembling flesh, and he whispered, "I'm going to eat you . . ."
"Ooooohhh . . ." Candy mumbled, surrendering.
She writhed as his deft fingers drew the soft lips of her wetly throbbing cunt apart, and she felt his breath hot on the sensitive inner flesh. Then his lips brushed over the resilient raven curls and involuntarily she thrust her sensually churning pussy up to his young, fine-boned Scandinavian face, trembling at the ecstatic contact of his wetly heated mouth, against her most sensitive flesh. She heard him panting in anticipation of what he was going to do, knew he intended to enslave her even more, and she wanted him to! Sinuously her entire naked body began to respond to his oral ministrations. She cried out softly as the probing tip of his tongue fluttered up and down the wide-open mouth of her pussy like a crazed butterfly. Up and down it slid, wetting, arousing her, dancing from one wide-splayed cunt flange to the other, finally circling the button of her clitoris teasingly for a long minute.
And then his tantalizing lips were sucking the tiny cock-like organ up into his hungry wet mouth, and his teeth nibbled on it, just sharply enough to bring a soft gasp of mingled pain and pleasure. Her long legs scissored around his neck even as the full length of Rick's hot tongue slithered like an eel up into the steaming depths of her wantonly grinding pussy. Candy was sure she could feel the whirling tip fluttering against the mouth of her uterus . . .
"Oh my Godddddd!" she cried out as her hands yanked his sucking mouth tight against her lewdly excited cunt and she rolled and tossed on the bed. "Your mouth . . . your beautiful mouth . . . lover!"
Candy groaned in frustration as she felt the hot length of his wickedly flickering tongue slip from the flexing folds of her cunt, and then gasped in new pleasure as it slithered up the wide-splayed crease of her ass-cheeks and whirled wildly around her tight little anus. She could not believe the sensations she felt! Then the wetly burning tip actually penetrated the constricted rubbery ring, probing into her virginal anal passage. She drew her legs open wide and spread her creamy-white ass-cheeks to give him greater access. Opposite the bed was a full-wall mirror and she could see the lewdly obscene spectacle their entwined bodies made, and it only aroused her further! She'd never imagined anything like having a young boy's tongue fucking in and out of her anus. A fragment of her mind told her he was using her, but she couldn't care! He was giving her something she had to have, something no man had ever been able to do. Candy felt that she had finally become a woman, with all a woman's wild desires. She knew that eventually she must pay . . . eventually!
Rick knew the effect he was having on his sex-maddened mistress. He sensed every twitch and jump of her shamelessly aroused body and decided it was time to take her to the next plateau. He pulled his tongue from her ecstatically puckering anus and heard her moan in frustration, then sigh as he ran it up the wide-open lips of her cunt again and deep into the smooth heated flesh of her pussy. The warm perfumed juices were gushing into his sucking mouth already.
His head bobbing with the spasmodic jerking of her pussy mound, he suddenly pushed the outstretched middle finger of his right hand into her already-prepared rectum. He was ready for her sharp, sudden gasp of surprise and pain, and he only attacked her steaming pussy more urgently with his tongue and lips and felt her smooth ass-cheeks twisting and turning on his digit as it went in fully to the first knuckle and he began to rotate it in the warm moist confines of her back passage, stretching the constricting muscle.
"Not . . . so . . . hard!" Candy pleaded, but didn't try to escape the unnatural invasion. "It .. . hurts!"
"It'll feel good soon," he mumbled without taking his slavering mouth from her eagerly quivering cunt. "Relax, Candy. Trust me."
Helplessly pinned, the beautiful raven-haired actress had no choice. She closed her eyes against the obscene reflection in the mirror and felt his finger slide deeper and deeper into her clenched rectal opening until finally the wet, hard-calloused palm of his hand was flattened against her trembling ass-cheeks. And then he began to fuck his finger in and out so hard that his hand made a loud slapping sound against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks, and she found herself grinding down against it, actually wanting more. And then, further distorting her virginal rectum, a second finger slid in beside the first, making her cry out. But he had more to offer, she quickly discovered.
Rick's sucking lips moved up the glistening wide-open furrow of her cunt and closed on her erectly throbbing clitoris and his tongue lashed it in a frenzy at the same moment his thumb invaded deep into her wet cuntal passage. He thrust and sawed his hand into her thrashing body as her fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling his cum-glistening face tight to her straining loins.
"Aaaaauuuuggghhh!!!" the aroused brunette cried out in mingled agony and ecstasy, locking her legs tight around the teenager's head and jerking so fast her lower body almost became a blur. "I'm cccuuumming aggainn!" Candy screamed. "Oh, eat me . . . eat me all up!"
In triumph, Rick kept at her wantonly straining body until Candy collapsed in a near-faint, unable to move as slowly his tongue and fingers stopped working on her. She lay limply, legs splayed wide, gleaming streams of cum oozing from the palpitating pink lips of her weary cunt. She managed to focus her eyes on his young, handsome face that gleamed with her pussy juices, and after a long time, spoke in a near-whisper.
"Something else," she moaned. "you are really something else! I don't suppose you can cook too?"
"I can cook. Simple things."
"You know where the kitchen is. Make us something. While I lie here and think about what a beautiful way I almost died." Slowly she reached and framed his pale-hued face in her hands, her fingers tracing the fine bone structure. "You know women."
"I know what you need," he said calmly.
"So do I-now, Rick. Could you ever love me?"
"I worship you, Candy."
"That's not the same, and you know it!" she protested.
"If I let myself love you, I would only hurt both of us. Our worlds are different. I can give you something, and you can be very good for me. Let us take what we have while it is here."
"You're right, Rick darling," Candy murmured. "I'm hungry."
She curled in the bed, satiated physically but discontent because she knew she had opened a Pandora's box and the winds would sweep her deeper and deeper into turmoil. She drowsed, and then he was back with a huge tray which suggested he had completely cleaned out the refrigerator and probably messed up every - pot and pan in the house. It was a gargantuan meal of heuvos rancheros, scrambled eggs with bits of red and green peppers, link sausages, Canadian bacon, a thick slab of ham, a quart of tomato juice, toasted French bread, and jam and an immense steaming pot of coffee. He put the entire banquet on the bed and they sat nakedly facing each other. Candy didn't think any two people could eat as much, but in half an hour not a scrap remained.
"I can't believe we ate the whole thing," Candy sighed, repressing a burp. "I never thought you could cook too!"
He grinned at the compliment. He actually liked this girl, and felt sorry that, to insure his own future, he would have to hurt her-but just enough to keep her enslaved. It would not be a malicious hurting. But she had to be subjugated in a lasting way, before she came to her senses and her brain started doing the thinking instead of her cunt. It was time to go shopping.
Rick Benton demonstrated his shopping ability quickly. Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, he used the phone. In half an hour he had bought a pickup truck, an old Chevy, a horse, a horse trailer, and arranged for an apartment. At Candy's insistence, he opened a charge account at a haberdashery on Hollywood Boulevard. He lay back on the bed as he completed the final arrangements to board the anonymous horse in luxury. His cock began to harden, and Candy could not take her eyes from it. Even as the virile teenager talked on the phone, she knelt over his loins and took his cock up into her soft warm mouth, sucking urgently.
"Hey!" he whispered, cupping his hand over the phone.
"I can't let you go away with this!" she murmured. "You might meet a girl someplace." Her lips ovalled softly around the swelling cock-head and her tongue circled the rubbery ridge, and she drew the long, thick throbbing length of him deep into her mouth and sucked until he gasped in pleasure and slammed the phone down, grabbing her tossing head.
An hour later, her mouth still rich with the pungency of the teenager's cum, Candy soaked in her oversized bathtub and told herself she had to be the world's prize idiot of the day, to get tangled up like this. Yet her life had been pointless for so long. She'd made a lot of money and was certain to make much more, but what good had it done her? She'd been so lonely. At least this fifteen year-old boy had brought her to life, made her a real woman. She was sure the eventual price would be high, and she wondered how long she could keep Rick. He was no ordinary gigilo. He had ambition and determination. He would not be content to simply live off her. He would take what she had and hopefully give good value in return, but in time he would have to do his own thing. He had too much pride to be just a fancy boy.
Sgt. Vance Dawson was a patient man. He could wait. With his walkie-talkie, he had run a license tag check on the station wagon the boy was driving. He knew who it belonged to, but not who the boy was. He knew it would be heading for the city, and he parked his red car at a drive-in where he could watch the highway. When the wagon passed with the kid at the wheel, he radioed the substation for a routine stop-and-check. At a discreet distance, he gunned the hot car behind, and saw a black-and-white CHP cruiser had the kid stopped. He passed and pulled over at the first turnout. The patrolman had what he wanted. The kid, Rick Benton, was clean.
One thing puzzled him: Why would a hot movie star like Candy Mullender be sucking a teenager's cock? Shit, she could have any prick she wanted, including his own. Particularly his own! He thought of how her mouth had looked, wrapped so tightly around the thick spear of male flesh, of how she had gone at it.
Well, if Candy Mullender wanted cock, he had a cock for her. Damned if any punk was going to get that kind of stuff!
Sgt. Vance Dawson was well-trained enough as a cop not to jump to conclusions. He would look carefully first. He twisted the throttle of the powerful car and set off in pursuit of the station wagon, hanging well back on the freeway. The pattern which evolved confused him. The kid went to a dealer and apparently bought a used car. Then he bought another new car. He met somebody and looked at an apartment. He went to a music store and came out carrying a guitar case, and by discreet inquiry Dawson discovered the case held a Martin full concert grand guitar which cost over a thousand dollars. He went to a clothing store and spent a long time inside, and then he headed east, apparently for his home, at which point the sergeant dropped him. He already had enough confusing information to last him.
He thought of narcotics. The kid could be dealing dope, have Candy hooked. His radio contact had already informed him the boy worked for the film studio. That would be the simple answer, but he didn't think it was the right one.
And, the handsome sergeant admitted to himself, what he really wanted was to fuck Candy Mullender's ass right off the top of her long legs. Nothing else mattered! After all, she'd just about invited him when he flagged her doing better than a hundred twenty.
Rick found himself very busy, and very pleased with himself and his efficiency at spending Candy's money. He drove the new pickup-four thousand bucks worth-to the apartment and locked it in the garage. He went to a nearby delicatessen and laid in a supply of food, intending to use the apartment himself and get out of the ghetto for however long he could. With money Candy had given him from her wallet, he rode a twenty-dollar cab to pick up his car and discovered it was a real pussy wagon-although he sure didn't need any of that right now! He swung by the clothing store and collected his purchases there. They went into the car's trunk with the guitar. He wondered if she would raise hell about the guitar, and thought not. If she did, he'd ram his cock up her hot little cunt and shut her up quick.
Finally he headed out to his old neighborhood. He put the big car's top down and turned on the FM stereo tape deck and gave the finger to his friends. In a friendly way.
They came from blocks around to admire and envy. Rick told them he had been lucky in a crap game and they thought he must have hit a big liquor store with a gun. Finally, he put Jonie Karson in the seat beside him and headed north toward Santa Maria. He had been formulating a plan, and Jonie was a part of it.
She was a couple of years older than himself, raised in the same deprived way. A stunningly beautiful, light- complexion black girl who worked across town in a drive-in. There she had a chance to meet plenty of men-and women. She could and did go either way, and she always dug it-male or female.
"Who'd you rip off?" she said, lying back in luxury against the rich leather seat of the magnificent car. "Watch out the fuzz don't bust you just for being in wheels like this."
"I got the paper on it . . . and a hell of a lot more. "
"Whatever's right," the negro girl said, moving close to him and reaching between his legs to squeeze his soft cock. "You want to get sucked off at a hundred miles an hour?"
"A century an hour buys fuzz," the confident teenager said, not at all aroused. "And my prick is rented out to the lady that paid for this set of wheels."
"You're into something but big," the girl said.
"You want a part of the action?"
"What's the scene, man?" the lovely girl said, now suddenly alert. "Did she send you out hunting eating pussy for her?"
"I'll lay it on you when we're off the road."
He found a secluded motel where the man at the desk looked only at his money. They went to a cottage with a bottle Jonie had brought, being as she looked old enough. Casually they undressed and lay on the bed and drank the raw bourbon with coke. Without telling her names, he laid the situation on her, and she nodded in agreement.
"You want to hang this lady up good. Cool!" She reached to fondle his cock. "What makes you think once I get my tongue in her hot little pussy she'll ever think of this dingle-dangle again?"
"I already gave her more head than you could," the boy said confidently. "I really dig this lady. She's people. But to keep her, I gotta have a handle on her. She fucks like a mink, and she could dump me-unless I hang her up good."
"So what's the scene?"
"I get her someplace. With some of the guys-ones who won't get' out of line . . . grab a sweet fuck and suck, and you turn her on to eating cunt . . . hot as she is, she'll go. We beat her down to her knees and make her love it. Then we all live good."
"But you live best of all," Jonie countered.
"Why the hell not? Who found her?"
"I'll drink to that." The slender, high-titted girl with the sleek olive skin drank deeply and with her free hand stroked his rising cock. She said, "Not up to a fuck, Rick?"
"In your asshole."
"That really tears me up. How about a blow job?" The hot-blooded girl dove on his loins and captured his rising cock between her skilled lips, her tongue swirling.
"She's a better cocksucker than you'll ever be, and today was her first time," he said. "Roll over on your belly and get your ass in the air-I need the practice."
Sighing, the raven-tressed negro girl obeyed. She barely grunted as the long, thick cock shaft rammed into her obscenely exposed anus and his heavy sperm-laden balls smacked against the tender lips of her pussy. Damn, but this young stud was big! And he knew what did the job. His pole of flesh was almost tearing her apart, but it was beginning to feel good. Twisting and churning, she ground her little black ass-cheeks back, wantonly urging even deeper impalement. She knew he would make her cum, and if this girl he talked about was anything close to what he claimed, she would be beautiful eating.
Unknown even to Sgt. Vance Dawson, the car convertible was tracked, passed from one cruising patrol car to another. The officer who had made the stop at Dawson's request had not been satisfied when he found a fifteen year old kid wheeling the classy car, even though the papers were in order. He was a good cop, meaning he thought a lot and he read the books. He was also discreet. The sergeant had asked for the stop, and the sergeant would get the first word.
He reached the sergeant after 2 a.m. at his bachelor apartment in hills high above LA.. and gave his report. Vance Dawson digested the information. The trooper was young, with only three years of service. He would go a hell of a long way.
"Guess who gets his lieutenant's bar next week," Dawson said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Guess who inherits my sergeant's stripes, if I have anything to say about it . . . and I will!"
"Thanks." There was no need to say more. It usually took ten years to get stripes. Whatever he had done was right. "Anything more?"
"I'm going out. Phone me in sick."
Sgt. Vance Dawson hung up. He showered, scrubbing the too-short sleep from his eyes. He debated his course of action. He might be onto something, or nothing more than a piece of sweet ass if he was lucky, and he decided to cover himself. He phoned the narco squad of the Los Angeles Police and asked for a cover on Candy Mullender. Then he dressed in civilian clothes and got his car out and headed south, using his radio to alert all substations and police departments to be on the lookout for the kid in the car. He told them to cold-trail, stay back. He asked for an unmarked follow car and got it. He floored the powerful car and made a vow-he was going to fuck Candy Mullender so hard she'd forget she ever saw that skinny kid!
Chapter Six
Happily unaware of the situation which was building around him, Rick Benton lay over the back of the sleek afro-haired black girl, his spent cock softening in the hot circle of her tightly throbbing rectum. One thing about Jonie, he thought . . . she could talk straight with a cock up her ass!
"I still say you should get her out to the neighborhood and gang-bang the shit out of her, and then I'll eat up her pussy and make her feel good," Jonie argued.
"No fucking way!" the boy retorted. "I can make her any way I want on her own turf, but take her to the ghetto and she's gonna get so fucking uptight . . . no, I got the pad now. I can get her there okay . . . she wants a place to fuck. Just you line up the guys. We'll bang her senseless-but I take her away- shit, I rescue her, and she's all over me. Dig?"
"You got a fucking brain, Rick," she admitted, wriggling out from under his weight and slowly opening her legs. Her slim fingers parted the soft, dark-hair fringed flanges of her cunt and she said, "Eat me a little-didn't cum."
"Shit," he muttered. "Well, I'll fix that!"
He took a mouthful of straight bourbon whiskey and burrowed down between her widespread young thighs, fastening his lips tight to her cuntal mouth. He squirted the burning liquor far up her fluid-heated cunt and listened to her scream as it seared her most sensitive flesh. Slowly he began to let it ooze, drop by drop, onto his delving tongue. It was damn good practice for Candy Mullender.
They left the motel before 8 a.m. There was coastal fog and Rick put up the convertible top. He gave only passing attention to various police and sheriff's cars. He was well within the speed limit, and moving with city-bound traffic. There was no reason to notice the small red sports car, which passed him from time to time, and was passed in turn, except to think it would be nice to have a car like that some day. Jonie fished his cock out of his pants and tried to suck it, but he shoved her head out of his lap. He had to concentrate on his driving. And her mouth wasn't as sweet as her asshole. They had stayed awake most of the night. Candy-and Jonie still didn't know who Candy was-was all set up.
Rick Benton thought he had figured all the angles. He would use his buddies, and Jonie. He would move Candy into a position where, between her wild lust for his young virile body and the threat of losing everything she had, would make him incredibly rich overnight.
Really hand him the key to a showbiz career of his own. And, if he worked it right, she'd never know how she'd been used. All he had to do was fuck her, keep her happy, and let her think that whatever went wrong was just bad luck.
Rick liked Candy Mullender. Nice girl with a nice, hot pussy and a lot of money and connections. If he could just keep her on her knees, begging, it would be beautiful.
Far from having a damaging effect on her as an actress, Candy Mullender discovered her affair with Rick was beneficial. With her body contented, she was more at ease, and she would have a new number down right in much less time than before. At first she had been afraid she'd give him away by the way she looked at the boy when others were around, but she found it possible to act normally, maybe because she had always been genuinely friendly and courteous with everyone.
The horse turned out to be a stroke of genius. The agency publicity department got wind of it and decided that the beast would make a nice counterpoint to Candy's normal image.
The hideout apartment was also perfect for the purpose. Thick shrubbery concealed comings and goings, and it was sound-proof. She and Rick spent a lot of time in it during the ensuing weeks. From time to time he brought friends, including a stunning black girl named Jonie. Candy sensed something with the girl but could not pin it down. She finally decided Jonie had probably been Rick's girl before she took him over and was resentful . . . yet it didn't seem to be quite that.
Candy had been nervous the first time Rick announced they would have guests. She had argued against it, but he out-talked her, pointing out that they couldn't hide forever, and it would be wise to see if she could fool his friends by altering her appearance. They were of the same age group as the great mass of fans, and, if they didn't recognize her, then nobody would. Accordingly, Candy bought a wig, a blonde one styled differently than her own hair, and wore dark-tinted contact lenses over her violet eyes. Just those things and reshaping her generous mouth with heavy lipstick did the job perfectly.
After the first visit, Candy was completely at ease, and would get a silent chuckle when the teenagers would get to talking about her latest movie or TV spot. She discovered they were rough kids, because of the conditions in which they lived. But it was recognized that she was Rick's property, and she wasn't molested. The only one who ever touched her was Jonie, and that made Candy a little uncomfortable-having even the suggestion of a caress from another female-but she put it down to the girl trying to be overly friendly because she'd been cold at first. But a couple of things bothered her.
Sometimes they brought beer and liquor and drank, although they didn't get noisy drunk. And, on a few occasions, she had come in to sniff the acrid odor of marijuana in the apartment. At this, she protested vigorously, but again allowed Rick to calm her.
"Candy, everybody smokes," he said. "Take three deep breaths at the next shooting, and you'll be high yourself. It's not a hard time rap any more-maybe a fifty buck fine if anybody bothers to bust you."
"A fifty-buck fine for you." she snapped back. "For Candy Mullender, actress, what is it? It's Candy's ass! Headlines in the paper saying, ACTRESS STAGES TEENAGE POT PARTY! that's what it'll be!"
"Shit! There's never more than a couple of sticks. Nobody's holdin' or dealin' . . . we can't get busted here because the narcs would have to come pounding up two flights of steps, and it's all down the crapper. We'll burn incense."
Candy could not prevail against his thinking. She was ;afraid to press it for fear he'd walk out of her life, and that she'd rebound and be grabbed by some real heel. Rick's lifestyle had changed for the better, but at least lie wasn't stealing from her. He accounted for everything and-to her great surprise-insisted on paying for the expensive guitar out of his salary. He said he had bought it when he had the chance to get it cheap. The car, clothes, and spending money he accepted as gifts, and it was tacitly understood that, in time, he would inherit the truck, horse, trailer and tack. But the guitar seemed to be a point of honor with him. She knew she would never understand the young mind.
Several times he played the guitar and sang to her, and Candy found herself wincing. He was not great as a singer, and, as a guitarist, he had two left hands. She tried to be tactful, casually mentioning how tough it was to reach star status, and moving on to how much more money was to be made in the business end.
"You are a natural born manager," she told him once. "The way you handle all the little things for me . . . the way you set up everything we have together- half an hour on the phone. Rick, I want you to stick with the agency and take some business courses. Jason Wells likes you, and, if I ask him to, he'll see you get ahead."
"Lady, you're right," the boy admitted. "I'm not talented, except maybe I'm so bad I'm good, like Jack Benny with his fiddle. I will think on what you say."
Actually she had not told the shrewd teenage boy anything he had not known. But, making her say it had put her deeper in his debt. Just as insisting on paying for the guitar had been a master stroke laid upon her eager ass. It amounted to buying the hubcaps and then stealing the car to which they were attached.
Week by week, he drew the unsuspecting dark-haired actress deeper into his intricate web. He even brought her to the point where she would take a hit off a joint after he had fucked her silly, so she barely knew what she was doing. Now he had her accepting his selected friends without question.
The time for nailing Candy Mullender was coming.
Sergeant Vance Dawson was also active in his quiet, thorough way. His Lieutenant's commission had finally come through, and, as he had promised, Tom Stanford, the officer who had set up the surveillance on Rick and the brunette, had made his stripes. Needing a partner, Dawson had brought Stanford partly into the deal. He could trust Stanford-the cop was a cocksman of great determination.
Various segments of the intricate state crime-fighting organization were tapped. The Intelligence Unit of the LAPD bugged the apartment and its phone and also Candy's home phone. Sporadically, Rick and Candy were trailed, either together or separately. Narcs nosed around. One, disguised as a phone repairman, got into the apartment and prowled it. He found one marijuana roach and nothing more-not enough to bother with. The apartment layout was thoroughly scouted and means of making a successful raid were discussed by experts.
In the end, the new Lieutenant Vance Dawson and his sidekick told the experts to go to hell-they would get warrants and hit when they thought the time was ripe. To predictions that they would never get in undetected, Dawson would say only, "We'll get in."
A few days later, events moved forward abruptly. Candy and Rick had their first knock-down, drag out fight. It was on a weekend in spring, and the first bullfights of the season were scheduled in Tijuana. Rick wanted to go. Candy didn't. She thought they were cruel. But she told him to go, knowing it was a colorful spectacle in which some people took great pleasure, and, as long as she was going to have a lover who did, she would have to allow him certain things. She had gone to her house in Woodlands.
And on that Sunday evening, she discovered she'd left a videotape at the apartment, one which she had to have. And she drove there, arriving shortly after 9 p.m.., expecting to find the place vacant.
It was not vacant. Rick and perhaps a dozen friends, all youths, were there. They were smoking pot and drinking and so entranced with watching a pornographic movie that they didn't notice her arrival. Stunned and infuriated, Candy took in the scene. And then a temper she didn't realize she had erupted.
She was wearing her outfit with high-heeled boots, and her first move was to scream in anger and kick the projector so hard it broke into three pieces. Then she hurled a can of film through the screen. Then she threw anything she could get her hands on at any target. She was stopped only when Rick himself tackled her and threw her to the floor, but, even then, she was able to leave the red welts of her nails on his face.
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed. "Bullfights, is it? Was that a bull the girl in the movie was sucking? What's the matter? I'm not enough woman for you? You have to look at dirty pictures. Get off me! Get out! All of you!"
She punched him in the nose, making it bleed.
He hit her with the flat of his hand, then the back of his hand, again and again, until blood ran from her mouth.
"The corrida was rained out," she said, fury in his pale face. "When men are together, they will do things they would not do with their women around. If you ever raise your hand to me again, lady, I will kill you! Now, you get out!"
Terrified, Candy realized he meant every word. Abjectly, her face stinging from his brutal slaps, she picked herself up and fled. Her world was ended. Somehow she made it back to Woodlands.
The next day, she went to retrieve whatever she might have left in the hideout apartment. There was little, as Rick had been very efficient at seeing she left no clues to her identity around. She looked at the big foam-rubber bed on which they had given each other so much pleasure, then threw herself on it and wept until her entire body shook.
"He will be back. He is sorry. He had to do what he did."
Candy rubbed her tear-swollen eyes, blinking, until she could recognize Jonie Karson standing in the doorway of the bedroom. She wondered if Rick had sent her to get his things. The Negro girl was stunningly beautiful. Her full, pointed tits, unfettered by a brassiere, showed clearly through a sheer, scoop-necked off-the-shoulder blouse. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in a long afro. She had on short cotton skirt and bikini panties which concealed none of the dark "vee" of her cunt. She wore calf-high boots of leather which matched the brief skirt. Her taut black ass-cheeks clenched as she crossed to the bed and bent over Candy.
"You castrated him in his own house," Jonie said. "A man -and especially a young man thinks a lot of himself as a man- can never allow a woman to do what you did. You are a woman, so you would not understand. Rick realizes this, and he is truly sorry. But he had to do what he did." She was carrying a shoulder bag and drew a packet from it. "He asked me to bring you these. The papers on the truck and the trailer and the horse. And his note to repay all you gave him, as soon as he can."
Candy began to cry again. Brokenly, she said, "I don't want them . . . I want Rick!"
"Then you must work to get him back. He is proud," the Negro girl said as she sat on the bed and leaned over to stroke Candy's tear-stained face. "You should cry first. Cry it all out, and then you can think. I will stay with you."
Candy felt herself being drawn into the beautiful young girl's arms as Jonie slipped her boots off and lay on the bed. Candy, her eyes streaming, burrowed her face into the soft, warm valley between the Negro girl's dark upthust young tits, feeling their heat and firmness and the firm nipples. Her arms held Jonie close and she let herself go for a long time as Jonie's deft fingers stroked her, sliding lightly over the full curves of tits and hips and ass-cheeks. It did not seem unnatural, only very comforting, and, in time, the utter despair began to melt away in the embrace. Candy Mullender no longer felt alone.
She began to feel serene, even experienced fluttering sensual arousal at Jonie's skilled touch as the girl's fingers danced slowly up the insides of her thighs, brushed over her soft pussy mound and began to make little circles on her belly.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Candy whispered as she gradually regained control. "I-I thought you didn't like me. That maybe Rick had been your man and I took him away. Do-do you know who I am?"
Jonie laughed softly, dark sensuous lips opening to show fine white teeth as she said, "I knew the first minute I saw you, Candy. A wig and some little changes here and there will fool a man but not another woman. And Rick was not mine-Rick is not anybody's. I have never told anyone. Why should I hurt you?"
"You're . . . you're nice, Jonie," Candy said. "I'm a black chick. Maybe I understand things, but I'm not nice." She laughed softly, without humor. "Candy, we got to hang together against the studs, you dig? Fuck them around before they fuck us around." As if on impulse, she pulled Candy close and kissed her full on the lips, her tongue sliding into Candy's surprised mouth. At first Candy tried to recoil, but it was the first gentle physical contact she'd had in days, and, through her warm moving lips, Jonie seemed to be pouring out the universal troubles of being a woman. Candy found herself responding, moving closer.
It seemed natural to hold the beautiful black girl tight and let her legs fall open as Jonie's warm, rounded knee slid up between her thighs and began to rub sensuously over the lips of her quickly-arousing cunt. Jonie's full black tits were flattened against her own and their bodies began to undulate together. Candy moaned as Jonie broke the long kiss.
"You're wrung out," Jonie said. "Why don't you take a long soak in the bathtub, and we can rap when you've got yourself together."
"Yes . . . that sounds good," Candy whispered. She could feel the sensual arousal slowly diminishing now in her body. It was something she'd never dreamed she could have-the desire to hold and kiss another woman, and she put it down to the terrible emotional stress she was under. "If you want anything to eat or drink . . ."
"No thanks," Jonie said. "But Rick kept me up all night with his moaning and groaning, and, if I could crash here for an hour or so."
"As far as I'm concerned, you can have the whole damned apartment for the next six months," Candy said. "The rent's paid, and somebody might as well use it."
She went into the bathroom and began running hot water. Jonie Karson quickly shed her few clothes and lay naked on the bed. It was working perfectly, just as Rick had predicted! And she, Jonie, had a sweet piece of the action.
He and the stud would lay a ration of shit on little Candy. And then Jonie would appear as if by magic with comfort and arousing lovemaking-who the hell did Rick think he was, saying he could eat this chick's pussy better that she could-and they'd bang the rich brunette sex goddess back and forth like a badminton bird until all the feathers flew out of her tail!
Only, careful-don't ramshackle the silly goose as long as she's laying golden eggs- Jonie cautioned herself.
Candy Mullender found the hot bath soothing. She was so grateful to the beautiful young black girl for coming by and being so understanding, willing to help her overcome her terrible mistake and get Rick back. In time she stepped from the tub, dried herself in a fluffy towel and, with it wrapped around her, went back to the bedroom. The hot bath had made Candy lethargic. She felt the urgent need for a catnap. In the doorway, she paused to gaze at Jonie's gracefully poised body. The black girl was truly beautiful. Candy wished she had such soft black tits, such a slender waist and richly swelling hips and rounded ass-cheeks. And her skin tone was so beautifully olive. Candy had never liked her own skin. It was too pale, and, no matter which lotions she used, she never seemed to tan just right. She wondered if Jonie would be interested in a job as a model. The agency had plenty who were dogs compared to her, and she would like to do something nice for Jonie.
"Ola!" Jonie murmured, rolling on her back. "Feeling better, Candy?"
"Much," Candy said. "But it almost put me to sleep. I could fall down right here."
"Then come to bed. We can rap and you can catch a nap."
That sounded logical. Candy lay on the bed, snuggling into the other girl's open arms, feeling her soft naked warmth.
"You're beautiful. . . really beautiful," Jonie whispered, her soft lips against Candy's ear, her tongue flickering around it even as her fingers moved to cup and squeeze Candy's right tit. "I'll love you to sleep, Candy."
The dark-haired movie star wanted to protest, but the hot bath had sapped her energy and slowed her ability to think clearly. She found herself sighing and moving restlessly as the soft warm mouth closed over her rising nipple and began to suck as the tip of Jonie's tongue lazily circled the aureole. Candy trembled at the oral contact, and then twitched as she felt skilled fingers sliding up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs to brush lightly over the still-damp curly hairs which fringed her cunt.
"Jonie!" she gasped softly as the girl's hand closed over her pussy mound and began a tantalizing circular movement. Against her will, her sensually awakening body began to respond to the expert manipulation, and she found her thighs relaxing, even as her pelvis began to undulate up and down in hunger. She looked down and saw the burning-hot tip of her tit being deliciously laved by the wet pink tip of Jonie's tongue. A finger deftly slipped inside her swelling cunt lips, dipping into her juices and Candy moaned, "I don't want to . . ."
"After what Rick did to you, you need some love," Jonie whispered. "Not a hard, hurting prick, but soft lips. When he told me how he hit you, I could have killed him!"
"O o o ooooohhh . . ." the bewitched young brunette groaned. She knew it was wrong, but was helpless. Jonie's touch . . . her soft fingers and even softer lips and tickling tongue were too much in her weakened emotional and physical condition. She managed to mumble a protest. "It's-lesbian-queer!"
"If it helps you through a tight spot, it's not," Jonie whispered. "You're still wound up. Your pussy's on fire., If you leave here, go out on the street; the way your head is right now, it won't be half an hour before some bar stud had you in a motel and is fucking you crazy. He'll probably smack you around and rip you off! I'll take care of you, Candy. Let off the pressure. Then you can go and tell them all to fuck off, and you may never see me again. But right now, I can be where it's all at for you."
"Oh my God . . ." the confused brunette mumbled. Somehow it made sense. She knew that, if she went out now, she'd be fair game for anybody. What Jonie proposed to do for her was a little unnatural, maybe, but Candy told herself it wasn't uncommon. In show biz she had many good friends who made no excuses for being bisexual, and they were the first to protest that they were not lesbians . . . it was just that one woman could give another certain things a man was not capable of because men were built different in mind and body.
"Yes," she sighed. "Jonie, love me."
Jonie Karson smiled to herself and began to expertly lick and kiss her way down the trembling belly of the dark-haired actress. Rick had promised this much for openers, the chance to eat Candy's sweet little pussy. Well, she'd give such beautiful head that Candy would never want Rick's tongue in her pussy again! It's so damn nice to be with a white chick like this, instead of some wild, untamable stud. They rammed their pricks into your cunt and asshole and mouth like you're just a hunk of meat for them to use. And to be with a beautiful girl like this is so far out.
Candy trembled uncontrollably as the black girl shifted to kneel between her widespread legs. She felt Jonie's hands cupping her quivering white ass-cheeks, spreading them open, and then the soft warmth of her breath over the wetly dilating lips of her pussy. She saw Jonie's lovely face dip and felt the first magic contact of mouth and tongue on her cuntal flesh. And then the glistening pink tongue-tip was searching, fluttering along the flowering slit of her pussy from side to side, dancing over her sensitively vibrating clitoris as Candy lost control and began to fuck furiously up, her hands clasping the mass of gleaming black curls to pull Jonie's head down tight into her already-steaming loins.
Jonie had been right-she was better at eating pussy than Rick! The flickings of her tongue were more delicate, faster, seemingly aimed perfectly at whatever raw nerve-end needed attention most at any second. Jonie's wetly heated mouth came down tight on her most sensitive flesh, sucking even as her tongue worked like a soft, liquid whip around the bud of her wildly aroused clitoris. And she felt an outstretched slender finger expertly sliding into her anus, rotating, but not hurting her as Rick's had. Candy groaned in mounting passion and let herself go, scissoring her long, slender legs around the burrowing face of the younger black girl, as Jonie kneaded and squeezed the smooth white half-moons of her ass-cheeks like foam rubber.
The sensations were too much! Before she realized what was happening, Candy felt her vitals clenching and spasming, her belly muscles rippling as a thick outpouring of cum poured down the steaming depths of her cuntal canal to gush and glisten on the beautiful olive-hued cheeks of her girl-lover.
With the lovely dark-haired actress writhing and fucking mindlessly up to her furiously lashing tongue and pouring her sweet orgasmic juices down her throat, Jonie needed no encouragement. She forced Candy's straining legs wider apart and up so they were pressing against her heaving tits as she avidly devoured every drop of the precious fluid. The room was filled with the rich scent of their shamelessly aroused cunts and the wet sounds of licking and sucking and their loud moans of rapture. Jonie herself became so involved that she collapsed a moment after the dark-haired movie star weakly slumped back with her long legs lewdly splayed open and the golden "Vee" of her pussy furrow glistening with mingled saliva and cum. She pulled Jonie up into the warm embrace of her arms, urgently kissing her, licking her face clean.
For a long time they lay in the sweet lesbianic embrace, panting in the afterglow of their passion, hands caressing each other, lips meeting wetly. Candy's mind was in a turmoil. It had been so new, so shocking, so beautiful! As traumatic for her in a way as the first time Rick had made her cum, the first time she had taken his long hard cock into her reluctant lips, the first time she had let him go down on her. There were just so many things, so fast, in recent weeks, and now she had a new desire which must be filled! Deeply, lingeringly, she kissed Jonie's soft hot mouth, seeking her tongue and sucking urgently on it before she whispered shyly, "I want to do it to you."
"No!" Jonie shook her head firmly, "Not now! That was for you, to make you feel better. You eat my pussy and you get all hot and bothered again. Wait until your head is right. Then, if you still . . ." she grinned lewdly and winked a dark passionate eye." . . . we will go away. Not for an afternoon or a night, but a weekend or longer. But, if I let you do it now . . . and I want it so very badly . . . I would not be your friend. Understand?"
"Yes, Candy conceded.
"If you have anything to drink, I will fix a couple and we can rap about how you get Rick back."
"In the kitchen," Candy mumbled. "Make mine weak."
She could barely taste the liquor. She saw Jonie's drink was considerably darker, as she said, "Now, about Rick . . . ?"
"Rick will come around-but you must apologize. You put him down in front of his friends."
"I'll call him right now," Candy said, reaching for the phone. "I was just upset, after a long drive, and you know . . ."
"The phone will not do," Jonie said. "If you want him, you must tell him to bring his friends again to a fiesta! You must show them that you are his woman, that you live only for him. Then they will respect him again, and he will love you. He will protect you. It is not necessary to say that you are sorry. It was not wrong for you to attack Rick, but to do it in front of his friends was unforgivable. The men must see you are sorry. Because you are a woman, they will make allowances, as you wouldn't know."
It was confusing to Candy, but she got the general idea. If she wanted Rick, she had to subjugate herself. Well, if that's what had to be done, she would do it.
"Could you . . . arrange it?" Candy asked.
"I will find Rick and speak to him in the morning."
"And tell him to get his ass back to work," Candy replied, with a great wave of relief. "That bunch of pothead actors can't even find the studio without him!" With mounting enthusiasm, she added, "And you give him another message. . .. Either he goes to school and takes the courses that will make a big executive out of him long after he's forgotten me, or he can get his ass out of the milk shed! He's got the head for a lot more than the few trinkets and toys I've given him. You tell him I don't want anything except for him to get smarted up. Not, like he would say, fucked up! Dig?"
"I dig, Candy. You are something else. I'll fix."
Jonie dressed and left. Candy decided to stay where she was. She had to deal with Jason Wells in the morning, and there was no point to driving back to Woodlands.
She was only mildly to surprised to see Rick back on the job, efficient as ever in the morning, and relief flooded through her when he said quietly, "Jonie found me . . . it's cool. Sorry I hit you."
"I had it coming," she replied. "I didn't understand."
"Okay. Party weekend. I'll bring what we'll need," he said. "It could go on a couple of days."
"If it goes on a couple of days, you find us a handy motel, because we're going to need it," Candy said impishly, buoyant at the thought of being with her teenage lover again. "I have all kinds of things planned for us to do."
"We've done almost everything," he said, grinning.
"You can think of something new," she said with a lewd grin. "Half the fun of being in love is making up."
"Right on, Candy."
Yeah, how right you are, he thought as he watched the smooth seductive swing of her ass-cheeks under a mini that barely covered her twitching ass-cheeks. You want something new? Just wait until I ram my cock up your ass! Candy, once I get this rod in your ring, there's no way you'll ever turn me loose. And, if you try, I'll just send Jonie to herd you back!
He took time out to arrange with a friend in Tijuana for a shipment of Spanish fly, and then, whistling, went about his work.
After some two months, the carefully-planted bugging devices in the secluded apartment were finally producing something of interest. Lieutenant Vance Dawson had been on the point of saying to hell with the whole thing and just taking his chances on paying a call to Candy Mullender at her home. After all, she'd almost opened her legs that time on the road and given him an invitation. He thought he was too much cop-almost as much cop as pussy-hound. Seeing her get mixed up with a fifteen year old kid had set alarm bells ringing.
It just didn't figure, a hot number like her going down on a teenager. There had to be more than cock involved, somehow! The narc reported no sign of dope, other than the usual pot, which was tolerated, unless someone filed a complaint. Each of the kid's close contacts had been checked, flagged on the road, searched, and not even reds or yellowjackets had turned up, to say nothing of acid or the real hard shit. Whatever this boy Rick Benton had going for him, it wasn't dope . . . yet there had to be SOMETHING! Porno films, maybe. It was possible he got the brunette smashed out of her mind a couple of times and had her make it with that damn horse. He snorted in amusement. No, she wasn't that kind. Anyway, she needed rescuing, and he was ready to come to the rescue.
The newly-created lieutenant thought of all possibilities. There was no point to busting a few kids, but, if somehow hanging tight to them led him to something worthwhile, it would be good for his career.
And there was always Candy Mullender herself. Beautiful, on the way up, loaded with bread already.
Tom Stanford was the only backup he'd need. If he made a bust, he was sure he could punch down any ten East LA.. punks. They were built of pure chickenshit. Take their switchblades away and they ran like kittens.
Lieutenant Vance Dawson smelled a setup. The bugs had worked well, and he knew that somehow Candy Mullender had been led into a lesbian scene and persuaded to hold a party. So, the thing to do was bust the party.
Chapter Seven
"This looks kind of fishy to me," Candy said nervously when she finally met Rick at the apartment. He was surrounded by about six of his young friends, and she could tell they'd been drinking, probably, all the way there and they were high on dope. "These are beasts! If you want to impress them by putting me down-1 don't think I want you that much."
"Jonie said you'd go, and you're fucking well gonna go," the boy said, grabbing her wrist and twisting it until Candy winced. "Sure, they're dum-dum, but they spread the word, and I'm a tall dog on my own turf. Don't sweat, Candy doll. Nothing's gonna happen you don't want. Either we fix it my way now, or I walk out the fucking door!"
"Is-is Jonie here?" Candy mumbled, confused.
"She'll be along," he said. "And get out of those damn jeans and into your shortest dress. I want them to see what I got."
Almost in tears, the shapely dark-haired actress complied. In the bedroom she shed her slacks and thin sweater and slipped a revealingly short off-white sheath over her head and saw with dismay that the bikini panties she wore were not nearly opaque enough. The deep fleshy furrow of her cunt could clearly be seen, and a fringe of dark pubic hair showed along the elastic edges at her "vee". To say nothing of the way the flimsy material worked into the crack of her ass-cheeks after she took a few steps, leaving her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks virtually bare.
A horrifying thought came to her confused mind. If Rick felt he had to humiliate and subjugate her to prove to his friends how much she was in his power-could he possibly intend to fuck her with them present?
No, he'd never think of such a thing, she was sure. Her mind was diverted by the arrival of Jonie who was wearing an equally brief outfit, but all of soft orange suede, with thigh-high boots to match. She looked exotic in a somewhat gaudy way, almost like some of the women pictured in the offbeat men's magazines that focused on whips and spurs. She immediately put her arms around Candy, and the touch of her soft mouth and darting tongue quickly brought back the time they had spent together. The dark-haired movie star was overwhelmingly glad to have another woman at hand, and Jonie assured her she looked perfect.
A drink was pressed into her hand as soon as she and Jonie returned to the party. Candy felt she needed something to ease her nerves and she quickly drained the glass, only to find another quickly handed to her. The liquor tasted strange, but, as she hardly ever drank, the flavor meant nothing to her, and it was both soothing and refreshing. Just the two glasses eased her nervousness, almost made her giddy, and she impulsively embraced Rick as soon as she had the chance, kissing him hotly and pressing her nearly-naked body against his tightly.
"Forgive me, darling?" she mumbled against his mouth.
The boy's arms went around her and his strong fingers dug into the tight crease of her ass-cheeks, kneading them as he returned her kiss. Candy knew they must make a lewd, obscene spectacle in front of the other youths, but she didn't care, not even when he moved one hand up to pull open the top of her dress and cup one naked tit. She could only moan and writhe lewdly against him, realizing how much she had wanted him.
"Take me in the bedroom," she whispered, pleading.
"Later, Candy." His fingers slid over the rich curves of her body, down to her cuntal "vee" and explored under the thin panties slipping into the tight hair-lined furrow of her cunt, arousing her clitoris, making her groan with an urgent need. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, wanting him to take her, immediately, so wildly. And right now she didn't care if others saw it happening.
"That stuff's really hitting her," Jonie said to Rick. "Remember I get her first. The first one of these punks that tries to fuck me up gets a blade up his ass."
"Cool it," the handsome teenager said curtly. "One more belt of Spanish fly, and she'll be raping you."
His words were close to the truth. Candy continued to drink, and an uncontrollable itch grew up between her legs. It felt as though her wildly pulsating cunt were on fire. She made it to the bathroom and dashed cold water of her face, but that didn't help. On her way out, she collided with Jonie. Candy stumbled and would have fallen if the younger girl hadn't caught her.
"Hey! You look sort of stoned," Jonie said. "You okay?"
"A little woozy," Candy admitted.
"Then come on, lie down for a minute. The guys are talking stud talk and won't miss us."
Candy allowed herself to be led, and Jonie's suggestion that she take her dress off so it wouldn't get wrinkled seemed sensible. Jonie assured her the door was locked, and then helped her get naked. Candy lay gratefully on the big bed. Her wig seemed uncomfortably tight, so she took it off too, and her long black hair splashed across the pillows. She was barely surprised to see Jonie stripping too. The pure olive-hued beauty of the black girl's body captivated her. The legs were so long and slender, ass-cheeks so smooth and perfectly-rounded, flowing into generous hips and then pinching in to a wasp-waist. And her darkly swollen tits stood out like miniature coral-tipped mountains. They jiggled as Jonie gracefully slid beside her in the bed.
Without hesitation, Candy rolled into the inviting arms and opened her eager mouth for Jonie's teasing tongue. The younger girl's fingers quickly moved to the actress' wetly heated pussy, parting the sensitive outer lips and dancing over the hardening clitoris bud of Candy's.
"Ummmmmmmmm. . ." the brunette moaned and didn't resist as the girl took her hand and guided it between the long dark legs and up to the black curling hair of her cuntal "vee".
Candy began to stroke the warm, moist flanges of the other girl's pussy as if she had done this a thousand times before. She slithered down until she could capture one of Jonie's darkly rounded little tits between her lips and suck on the protruding nipples as she and the dark-haired beauty lewdly caressed each other. "So soft and smooth . . . and beautiful."
Jonie's hands held her close, stroking her tangled mass of dark hair, and Candy found herself lost in a reverie, experiencing sensations she had admitted to never knowing before, lying in the arms of another woman. As from a great distance, she heard Jonie whispering.
"Remember when you wanted to go down on me?"
"Ummmmmmm . . ." Candy moaned, still sucking the soft warmth of her tit.
"You know they're going to fuck us . . . all of them" Jonie murmured. "We could have each other first."
The words shocked Candy. She wanted to get up and run, but just the word "fuck" set off a new surge of excited heat in her loins, and she knew she couldn't flee because she wanted to be fucked by them all, but, at the same time, she wanted Jonie first. "How can we do it to each other?" she mumbled.
Moving with the agility of an eel, the black girl quickly showed her. Candy found herself lying on her side, face-to-loins with the young female. She could see the pink flanges of Jonie's cunt through the dark curling hairs, and her nostrils flared at the rich woman-scent.
"Start kissing and licking baby," Jonie whispered, at the same time parting Candy's trembling thighs and burying her beautiful dark face between them. Candy hesitated only until she felt the tongue slithering into her heatedly quivering pussy, and then, with a sigh of surrender and desire, brought her own hungry mouth down eagerly on Jonie's cunt as the latter's legs spread wide to her. From that point, everything became natural, and Candy needed no guidance or encouragement.
Her fingers spread the pulsing wet slit of flesh wide and the searching tip of her tongue eagerly delved into the glistening depths of the black teenager's wetly throbbing pussy.
The taste electrified Candy and she eagerly licked and sucked, even as she felt the same being done to herself. Jonie's pussy mound began to thrust down hard against her slurping mouth and Candy's searching tongue soon discovered the nib of the other woman's clitoris. She licked it and then drew it between her avid lips, sucking hard, hearing Jonie's gasps of pleasure. The dark-haired girl's slender thighs tightened around her burrowing face, and Candy pulled them open to gain greater access to the wet fragrant target. The fury of their carnal passions overcame them, and the lewdly entwined women began to roll and thrash on the bed, and the room was filled with the aromatic aromas of their aroused pussies and the wet sounds of their hungrily-working mouths.
Everything except the sweet cunt she was devouring so greedily became an abstraction for the dark-haired movie star. She felt Jonie's tongue drilling into her own pussy, easing the terrible fire which raged there, as she urgently fucked her pussy up to the other girl's beautiful young face. It seemed only a few minutes before the tide of wanton lust overwhelmed them both. Even as Candy felt her loins quake and begin to gush hot, sweet cum into Jonie's hotly sucking lips, the other girl climaxed, and her delicious secretions poured from the depths of her heaving pussy into Candy's gluttonous mouth.
In a moment of abstraction, Candy realized then that a woman didn't cum the way a man did, in hot gushing spurts, but in a steady sweet flow of warm honey. It was something she'd never thought of before, as she eagerly licked at the silver river of nectar that streamed from the black girl's cunt and felt Jonie's more experienced but no more eager tongue doing the same to her. Exhausted and satiated, the two girls lay nakedly together while the fiery passion subsided.
Candy's head was whirling and she didn't realize they had been discovered until she heard a voice say, "Well, ain't they sweet together!"
Dazedly, she raised her cum-smeared face and focused her glazed eyes on Rick in the doorway. All of his teenage friends crowded behind him for a better look, their hot eyes glowing in excitement.
"Shit, that's Candy Mullender!" one exclaimed. "Rick's been fucking Candy Mullender!"
"What's good enough for Rick Benton, is good enough for us, hey?" another said, and they surged into the room, grabbing for both suddenly terrified girls. Another said, "I'm gonna see if that mouth sucks a prick as good as it sings!"
"Oh shit, oh damn!" Jonie swore softly. She knew with one glassy eyed look that they were stoned and drunk, and this was one helluva lot more than she'd bargained for. She'd wanted to pot Candy down, help Rick get her set up-but not this. She'd been gang-banged by this bunch before, and it was a bad scene. She could take it, but she was afraid it would kill Candy, but the Benton boy was quicker and not as drunk as the others. He got between them and the girls, and suddenly he had a knife in his hand.
"Which one of you motherfuckers wants to get burned first?" he said coolly.
That stopped them. It was rumored that Rick was a tough kid who would use that knife. As they muttered threats, he said, "We'll fuck both of them-that's what we're here for. No sense to fucking beatup cunt. Dig?"
His buddies were not about to argue with a knife, and what Rick said made sense to them. Both girls were scared shitless. They could be fucked all night, over and over, all kinds of ways. They muttered agreement, and Rick put the knife away. He went to the bed and looked down at the cowering Candy.
"Hang loose, honey. You'll dig it. And then you'll really be one of us. Just do what I say, huh?"
"Yes, Rick," Candy said abjectly.
"That's better. Now turn on your belly and get up on your knees and elbows. I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole!"
"Oh my God!" the startled dark-haired actress cried out. It was unthinkable! How had she ever let herself be drawn into such a vile situation? Dear God, wasn't there a way to escape? Looking at their lust-contorted faces, she knew it was hopeless. She could only submit, but pleaded weakly with Rick, "Not there! Please!"
"Listen, these guys wanta see you get it up the ass. If I do it, you know I'll slip it to you easy. Ask Jonie. I get it into her asshole so smooth she hardly feels it, and then she can't get enough. Now if I let somebody like Fredo- that's the big guy with the dumb face-do it to you, he'll split your asshole wide open. He's hung like a mule. Right, Fredo?"
"You betcha fucking ass," Fredo said, and to prove it opened his fly and drew out the most enormous cock Candy had ever imagined. Even Jonie gasped at the size of it, and the massive balls which hung heavy with semen at its base. "You loosen her asshole tip, and I'll get it in."
"Better do like I tell you," Rick said as he quickly stripped and stood naked over the cowering recording artist. His virile young cock that she had loved so much stood hard and thick, throbbing inches from her glazed eyes. She wanted his beautiful cock, despite the awful humiliation of the circumstances; but in her cunt, not her virginal anus! Yet she could tell that was how it would be. Tears welled from her eyes as, like a robot, she knelt subserviently on the bed as directed and spread her knees wide.
"Wider - and get your pretty ass up higher," Rick said curtly as he climbed up behind her submissively kneeling figure, his strong young thighs prying between her own until she thought the tendons would tear loose. His left hand stroked her fearfully trembling body and reached under her heaving torso to cup and squeeze the soft pliant mounds of her tits. She steeled herself for the first cruel contact with the throbbing blood-swollen head of his thick cock against her tiny rectal opening. But it wasn't his cock that she felt first, but the slithering wetness of his tongue lancing moist fire down - the center of her spine, and against her will the brunette star gasped with sudden arousal.
His hot mouth teasingly moved lower, then lost contact for a minute, only to glue itself tightly to the distended lips of her aroused cunt. "Oooooohhh!!" she moaned in unwilling pleasure as his tongue darted up and down the sensitive fleshy slit and then speared deep into the heated depths of her cuntal channel, probing expertly. She gasped and screwed her loins back hard to his handsome young face and began to rock on hands and knees, already being brought to an orgasm. Her pussy had never felt so hotly aroused before, and now she realized there must have been something in the drinks. Well, whatever if was, if it could make her feel like this, she wanted more of it.
"Rick!" Candy pleaded. "Somebody get me another drink. I'm on fire." Somebody brought one, in a tall glass, frigid with ice. Even as her wildly throbbing pussy was being licked, the kneeling brunette drank it down eagerly. From that point on, she didn't care what happened. All she wanted was long hard cocks any way she could get them. And there was no doubt her desires would be fulfilled, because now all the other teenagers were stripped naked, waving and stroking their hugely throbbing cock-staffs.
She saw one, a thin boy of about sixteen, beckon to Jonie. Without any sign of emotion, the beautiful black girl knelt in front of him and began licking and sucking, her cheeks hollowing and swelling as she worked on his adolescent loins.
Suddenly Rick's tongue slid from her cunt and was running the tight rubbery rose of her anus again. Candy sighed and tried to spread her splayed ass-cheeks even wider as the tip of his tongue penetrated the forbidden depths of her rectal passage. She was caught up in the lewd obscenity of the moment-they could do anything they wanted with her, just as long as they did something-FAST!
"Fuck me! Fuck me there, Rick!" she pleaded.
"You betcha sweet ass! Screw back when you feel it!"
Then the soft-cushioned head of his iron-hard cock was pressing warmly against the wet puckering ring of her tiny anus, and Candy gasped when she realized how big his cock really was! It could never fit into her there. She tried to squirm away, but his strong hands grabbed her hips and held her helpless as he pressed relentlessly forward, painfully stretching her resistant anal muscle.
"Relax, damn it, so I can get it in!" he grunted, and the flat of his hand cracked painfully across the straining flesh of her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks. Candy cried out in shock, but the slap accomplished its purpose. For a second her tightly clenched ass-cheeks muscles relaxed, and suddenly his mushroom-shaped cock-head stretched her wide and popped inside the puckering anal ring, firmly wedged in place up inside her tight rectal opening.
"Oh damn," she groaned, sure his hugely virile young cock was going to kill her. The beautiful dark-haired actress hung her head docilely and waited for the full impalement, but it didn't come immediately, or even begin for several more moments. Rick remained immobile, crouched above her with just the tip of his long thick cock in her straining rectum. Candy found her body adjusting to the unnatural presence and her anal ring slowly opening in hunger. It was she who made the first move to get more of his wonderfully hardened cock, slowly rocking back and forth, beginning to swing her milk-white hips from side to side.
She felt his virile rod of flesh gradually sinking into her cringing anal passage, hurting but in some strange masochistic way also feeling good, and she heard herself whisper, "Deeper, Rick. Fuck deeper in me!"
His strong young back corded as he began to thrust up into her hot rectal depths, with a steady rhythm. The movement, the inexorable drilling up into her tightly puckered anus started the pain again, enough to bring tears to Candy's eyes, but the sensation was so wild, so overwhelming that she could stand the pain. Gritting her teeth, the kneeling dark-haired actress began to lewdly rotate her naked white ass-cheeks, feeling his hot pulsating male hardness going deeper and deeper into her widely-stretched anus with each circular motion. It felt as though a baseball bat were being hammered into her-and the teenager was being so damn slow about it he was driving her crazy!
"For God's sake," she cried out in frustration. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Rick!"
And when he complied, she screamed, and her cry was one of exaltation and agony. With one vicious lunge he rammed to his full depth into her distended anus, so hard he toppled the dark-haired movie star forward onto her face and her heavy nakedly full tits were flattened on the mattress-now the sensation had changed-no longer a baseball bat, now it felt like a red-hot bar of steel had been jammed up into her rectum.
"Eeeeyyyaaazzhhh! ! !" she screamed again, her raven hair tossing as her head flailed from side to side and she tried to escape the punishing shaft of virile flesh. But the teenager's weight came down hard and heavy, pinning her, and she could only lie still, sobbing until her painfully stretched rectum again began to adjust to the brutal invasion.
"Up and we'll fuck, Candy," he said into her ear, while his hands were pulling her up to her knees and elbows again. "Just fuck up into me like it was your cunt."
Completely subjugated, the raven-tressed beauty tried to obey. In a mirror she caught a glimpse of the slender blonde youth poised behind her, the long thick shaft of his cock buried almost to the hilt in her defenseless anal opening. Experimentally she swayed and rocked, and was surprised that it felt so good to have him moving in her rectum. She began to churn her taut young ass-cheeks, back against him as he slowly fucked in and out of her lewdly-stretched anus. With each thrusting lunge, she grunted, feeling diminishing pain, and finally, the first sweet surges of pleasure. His hot throbbing cock was sliding in and out of her taut anal passage like a well-greased wagon-shaft now, his sperm-heavy balls smacking wetly and flattening against her splayed ass-cheeks with every stroke, and it seemed his lust-swollen cock-tip was ramming almost up to her throat from behind. Abruptly there was no more pain, only wild, sensual pleasure, much of which came from the lewd spectacle she knew she presented to the obscenely watching boys and Jonie.
If only my millions of fans could see me right now! Candy thought momentarily in wry amusement as she ground her naked hips urgently back toward her fifteen year old lover's loins, trying to draw Rick's virile young cock even deeper into her tightly-clutching anus. The brunette star realized she was an eager participant in what she had always thought was the vilest, most obscene of all possible acts, and she abruptly amended her former conservative point of view, adding, It is until you try it!
Like straight fucking, she supposed, the first time must be the hardest. After that you're not up tight. As if to confirm this guess, she saw Jonie kneel on the far end of the bed and reach back to pull her perfectly molded ass-cheeks wide apart while the monster boy Fredo got behind her and with one smooth stroke, slid his huge monstrous cock fully into her puckering little anus without any preliminaries such as licking it or sucking her pussy. And Jonie didn't even blink, just began to fuck wildly back on the massively pummeling rod of male flesh. Well, what Jonie could do, I can do just as well, if not better, Candy vowed, and wantonly began to churn her fleshy ass-cheeks and hump back at the long invading cock ramming up into her anal channel, glorying in the reaming she was absorbing.
"Damn! You're gonna kill me with that tight little asshole," Rick cried out.
"You wanted my ass!" she screamed in lewdly mounting passion as the Spanish Fly and her own heated desires broke through her last barriers of respectability. "Now fuck it, or get out of the way for someone who will!"
"Up yours, Candy baby," he retorted and wildly rammed the full length of his throbbing cock into her steaming rectal depths, buffeting her without mercy.
"I-I'm cuuuummmming!" she began to whimper, then cry and scream as the great torrent of thick juices flowed from her flexing cunt-lips to coat her thighs and his heavy smacking balls. "Oh, Rick! Hammer it to me! Fill my ass with your hot prick! Cum, darling! I want to feel you cumming in meeeee!!"
Savagely he drilled his long rampant hardness into her convulsively puckering ring. She felt his thick pulsating cock swelling until it seemed like the huge rubbery knob at the end of his pillaging staff would burst. And then the hot squirting of his cum began to fill her yearning rectum, coating its already-slick walls and the thickness of his jackhammering rod of flesh. His fingers bit cruelly into the soft flesh of her wiggling wantonly-waving ass-cheeks as thick streams of his scalding cum squirted out around the base of his deeply-planted cock and streamed down her sweating legs to puddle obscenely on the sheets.
Completely spent, Candy collapsed on the bed, belly down and panting as Rick slowly pulled out of her trembling ass-cheeks, his softening cock making a wet squishing sound and bringing with it long strings of thickening white cum which trailed across her white spasmodically clenching ass-cheeks. Another of the boys wanted to take her immediately, but Rick stopped him saying she had to have some rest and another drink. She was grateful for the respite, although now thoroughly aroused she wanted as much cock as she could get.
Somebody brought her a drink and a lighted cigarette, and only after she puffed deeply did she realize it was marijuana. Hell, she thought, what's a little pot after all this? She took a deep hit as she had been taught to do and let the strong smoke fill her lungs and start her floating. They waited for the spiked drink and pot to take effect, and then another of the boys told her to get on her knees again.
"Cool it," Rick said, his voice hard. "Her asshole belongs to me. Fuck her straight or she can suck you.
Although Rick was younger and smaller than most of the others, and the newest member of the gang, he was without doubt the leader. He obviously carried the same qualities Candy had noticed in his work down to all levels of his life.
"Fuck my cunt," she begged, turning of her back and opening her legs in wide, lewd invitation. "My cunt is burning."
A boy whose name she didn't even know immediately mounted her and thrust his hips forward, driving his eagerly pulsating cock up into her belly with one smooth stroke to fill her yearning cuntal cavity. Sighing in pleasure, she tightly wrapped arms and legs around him and began to fuck with all her nearly-insane strength. As she felt his rod of hard cock flesh pistoning in and out of her ecstatically quivering pussy, she wondered, Just what the hell is in those drinks? Whatever it was didn't matter now. It worked! It worked beautifully! And everything was beautiful until the shrill blast of a police whistle seemed to shatter walls and windows.
Like a scene in a movie theater when something goes wrong with the projector and all action stops with the actors in strange positions, everyone froze. Nothing moved except cocks instantly going soft.
Lieutenant Vance Dawson and Sergeant Tom Stanford were dressed entirely in black. Tight-fitting jeans and rubber-soled shoes, turtleneck sweaters. They had ugly black guns in their fists too. They had come up ropes and over rooftops.
"Up against the wall, motherfuckers," Dawson said with a gesture of his stubby .357 Magnum Smith and Wesson. "Climb and spread 'em!"
"Where the hell would any of them hide a piece, Vance?" his partner asked, grinning, his eyes moving to take in the two naked and obviously fucked-out women.
"Who are you cock-suckers?" Rick said defiantly.
"We're cat burglars, boy," the lieutenant said. "We just went into business tonight, and already we swiped two hundred cats. Now we've come for your pussy. MOVE!"
The boys lined up, spread-eagled and trembling against the wall. As the sergeant covered him, Vance Dawson shook the room down. He found Rick's gun and slipped it into a pocket. He found a half lid of prime grass and confiscated that.
"You want to call anybody?" his partner asked.
"No point," the lieutenant said. "We'll handle this ourselves. Herd these bastards out in the living room where we can work."
The now-terrified teenagers meekly moved ahead of the gun into the living room. Their nakedness, in contrast to the sinister black garb of the intruders, stole from what little courage they had.
Candy and Jonie were made to come also. The boys were lined up along the front walls, and the women told to sit on the sofa. The sergeant put his gun away and the lieutenant handed him his own revolver. He studied his captives through the smoked glasses effected by bike cops, picking Rick out.
"You," he said, his voice cutting like a chain saw. "You smartass punk! You think you can fuck around with a girl who means millions of dollars to big people? You dumb shit! I've got an open contract on you. But I won't kill you. I'll just make you wish I would. Then when you get out of the hospital, you can tell your buddies how groovy it is to fuck up a million-dollar talent-until you get caught."
Without another word the big, rangy cop picked Rick up with one hand by the hair of his head. He held him a full foot off the floor and began to ,work him over with his gloved left hand, slapping and digging with stiffened fingers, not using a clenched fist. He was an expert. There would be no permanent marks, but it would be weeks before Rick Benton would walk upright or go more than an hour without having to urinate in great pain.
The lieutenant's strong arm might have been the boom of a crane as for more than five minutes he held the screaming, pleading boy in the air and his left hand blurred with the swift violence of his punishment. When he dropped him, Rick curled into a ball and cried like a baby.
Candy had screamed in protest at first, and then subsided, knowing she could do nothing.
Jonie Karson showed no emotion, and felt none. Rick had gotten too big for his boots, and now he was paying. She knew the violence of the ghetto, if the farm boy didn't. The big guy was hardly giving him a spanking by those standards. He was lucky they didn't break his neck and stuff him down the nearest manhole cover. Lieutenant Vance Dawson was by no means finished. He had merely warmed up had flexed his iron-hard muscles. He looked at the remaining half-dozen cowering boys.
"The odds are about right," he said in a soft voice. "I am going to beat the living shit out of all of you at once. Anything goes. Get with it!"
He hit the first boy in line, Fredo before the hulking teenager could get his hands up. His fist went straight to the overlarge nose, flattening it, making blood spurt. As Fredo cried out in pain and covered his face, the lieutenant kicked him in the balls. As the boy doubled over, a rabbit punch to the back of the neck dropped him like a stone. The whole thing took less than three ticks of a clock.
From that point on, it was a case of trying to catch them before they could run naked from the room. They piled up in the doorway and the black-clad lieutenant was all over the squirming, screaming tangle of teenager, and it was over almost before it really got started. Had they rallied and faced him, they could have overcome him by sheer weight of numbers, but they were totally disorganized and he was an avenging, wrathful angel. Only a few pieces of furniture got broken, and there was surprisingly little blood.
"You, girl," he said to Jonie. "Collect whatever clothes these pachucos had and see they get into them and to hell out of here." He pointed at Candy. "You get your ass in the bedroom and wait."
Completely cowed, the two women did as they were told. In a few minutes the boys, one helping another, were dressed and limping and crawling away, thoroughly convinced they had gotten into something far above their heads.
Candy and Jonie did not think to cover their own nakedness. They were still too shocked by the sudden turn of events, and neither could account for the sudden appearance of the two black-clad men. Candy knew the agency would use drastic measures when it had to, but her dalliance with Rick certainly wasn't worth this!
"Who are you?" she whispered as the two brawny men came into the bedroom. "Did Jason Wells send you?"
"I sent me," Lieutenant Vance Dawson said as he produced his identification and badge. "This is a private raid. I don't think any of those punks is going to beef. You were headed for hell in a hand basket Candy, and your ass is too pretty for what was ahead of you. You could beef me for this but I doubt you will. The D.A. would have to bust you too.
"I know you now!" she said in awe. "You're the cop. You took my Mercedes for a spin."
"And you chased me in my own car," the youthful cop said with a grin. "I've got a car you might get jollies from."
"I know I should thank you," Candy murmured. "But did you have to be so-so brutal?"
"The only language they understand," the big, rangy cop said. "If you don't believe me, ask the girl."
"It's true, Candy," Jonie said. "You went to the zoo and played with the young tigers. Wyatt Earp here came along before they chewed your throat out." She glanced at Sgt. Stanford, lifted an eyebrow interestedly and added, "I guess this must be the cavalry."
"Tom Stanford," the other said, grinning.
"Well, score one for the guys in the white hats," Candy said, quickly regaining her poise. "What now?"
"We're no different than any other guys," Vance Dawson said. "We like to fuck."
Well, Candy told herself, there's always a price to pay. They were handsome and virile young men. And she still had the terrible burning need in her pussy from the spiked drinks. She knew that if she went out of the apartment now it would be to the nearest bar or drive-in where she would wantonly offer herself to the first thing that looked like it had a cock, regardless of what it entailed.
"I need to be fucked," she admitted. "I feel messy-you know? Let me clean up."
"Me, too," Jonie said.
They went into the bathroom, quickly filled the tub and got into it together, soaping and washing each other. At the mere touch of the other girl's hands, Candy became overwhelmingly aroused.
"Damn, you do need cock," Jonie said as she teased the long outthrusting nipples of Candy's heavily heaving tits. "The Spanish Fly really hit you."
"Something did," Candy moaned, wanting to be fondled.
"We've got to bring you down," Jonie said with authority born of experience. "The three of us at once."
"Three of you!" Candy gasped. She had never heard of such a thing. "How can you ever . . . how can I ever. . ."
"I'll show you," Joanie promised, kissing her full on the mouth.
Back in the bedroom, Jonie held a quick, whispered conversation with the two now-naked cops. The lieutenant blinked at the proposal but finally , agreed that only an overwhelming experience would quench Candy's internal fires. As though mesmerized, not sure just what was going to happen to her, Candy allowed herself to be led to the bed. She looked hungrily at the hugely lust-ready cock of the lieutenant and his sidekick; wanting them, needing them any way. She'd suck or fuck or spread her ass cheeks . . . Anything!
But it was Jonie who took her first. Jonie who drew her down to the bed and began kissing her and kneading her sensitive flesh squeezing the firm roundness of her milky-white tits and then her firm ass-cheeks as her mouth closed on the aroused nipples. And then as the voluptuous brunette moaned in mounting desire and with the promise of ecstasy, Jonie was moving lower, her hot, lashing tongue spearing into the dilating lips of Candy's hotly pulsing cunt. Just the darting touch of it blurred the image of the two lewdly-grinning cops who were awaiting their cue. Candy began to thrust her pussy forward in a lewd eagerness, rolling on the bed.
Then strong hands were turning her on her side, and Jonie was shifting to keep oral contact with her pulsating pussy. She was aware of Vance Dawson sliding into the bed, pressing his long, muscular body tight to her back. And then the hot pulsing tip of his cock was pressing between her quivering ass-cheeks as Jonie's skilled fingers spread them wide.
Candy barely groaned as she felt the huge bulbous cock head shoving hard and then popping through the tightly-clenched ring of her anus. What she had guessed was right-the first time was the roughest! Now she wanted all his long cock up her rectal passage, and she humped back, trying to pull it deeper into her straining body.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she moaned as the thick cock-shaft slid upward, pushing waves of tender, resilient flesh before it. "It's so biiiiigggg!"
He began to stroke into her, a fraction of an inch farther each time. It felt like somebody was shoving a giant tree into her rectum, but Candy wanted all of it, wanted to feel his heavy cum-laden balls nestled in the crease of her ass-cheeks, have his thick virile cock-shaft pointing in and out of her cruelly-stretched anus. And then, with a mighty lunge, the lieutenant sank his rampant spear of flesh to the hilt. Candy screamed in shock, but her body responded, humping back to absorb all the rigid cock shaft of flesh that threatened to rip her apart.
She no longer cared, as she began to churn her hips wildly, feeling him ream and thrust in perfect rhythm, and his cum-heavy balls smacking the lips of her distended pussy even as Jonie's soft mouth sucked of her clitoris and her tongue teased it wildly.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, meeeee!" she chanted. Joanie lifted her head, her dark curling hair tumbling over Candy's quaking belly.
"Candy," she said softly, "it's only the beginning. Now we're going to sandwich you!"
Candy did not understand the term, but she didn't care. Anything they wanted to do with her was beautiful!
Abruptly, Jonie drew back, and into her place moved the sergeant Stanford, his long thick cock rigid and throbbing with an undeniable virility. He pressed in tight against her belly as Vance Dawson rammed wildly into her straining little anus. Suddenly she realized what Jonie had meant by "sandwich".
"I can't take both of you at once!" she protested.
"Sure you can, Candy. You'll love it, once they both get in," Jonie assured her.
Trembling in anticipation, Candy allowed her long trembling legs to be spread wide. Buried deep in the hot buttery depths of her rectum, the lieutenant paused and waited for his partner to position himself. Candy saw the blood-swollen head of his cock, and then it disappeared into the forest of her ebony hair, and she felt it pushing into the dilated, fleshy folds of her cuntal lips. She was flowing wet, but didn't see how she could take it. But she was sure the lust-driven cop would get it into her somehow, if he had to cut her open! She whimpered in pain and fright as he jerked his hips forward and his thick fleshy rod of cock flesh penetrated the outer lips of her pussy and centered on the opening of her cuntal channel. In abject resignation, she closed her eyes and awaited her fate.
"Now!" the lieutenant said. "Fuck her!"
Like a torpedo, his long rigid maleness plowed up into the very depths of her futilely clenching cunt. Candy screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt it tear into her, with only the thin membrane of her pussy and rectal passages separating it from the hot pulsating cock already deeply buried in her lewdly-stretched rectal passage. The two men locked their arms around her nakedly squirming body and held her immobile as she sobbed, and then gradually her tears ceased as she felt her violated young body stretching, adjusting to the dual impalement.
"In and out," the lieutenant said with a grin. "A one, and a two, and a three and FUCK HER!"
They began thrusting their thick rigid cocks in and out of her tightly clasping cunt and anus in perfect rhythm. Candy could feel the hugely virile cock staffs rubbing against each other deep in her belly. They began slowly, and then speeded their pace, never missing a beat. She was buffeted between them like a tennis ball, feeling Dawson's hard-muscled belly smack against the soft curves of her creamy ass-cheeks and then the sergeant's bony pelvis ramming hard against her pussy mound.
"Aaaaassuuuuugghhh . . . ooooohhhhh!" she cried, but the fucking went on relentlessly, one long hard cock ramming into her as the other withdrew, only to plunge again into the steaming depths of her trembling loins. Soon, the naked young brunette reached a peak where pain turned to pleasure, and her sensually quivering body wildly responded to the obscene double penetration, and she began to gasp, "Oooooh, Goooood! Fuck! Both of you fuck hard! Get your pricks way up in me! Fuck . . . FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
The lust-crazed brunette could never have imagined anything like this. It wasn't the love she had vainly sought with Rick Benton. Now she realized she wasn't programmed for love. She was built to fuck! To be violated, humiliated, used by men! That was what she needed! Only through being completely subjugated could she find pleasure.
And now Jonie was moving in again, kissing her soft white tits, chewing and sucking the nipples, arousing her to an even higher peak. When Jonie shifted, pushing the sergeant's muscular torso out of the way and lowered her dark-haired cunt over Candy's gaping mouth, Candy urgently speared her tongue into the sweetly heated black depths.
Furiously the four figures strained, each giving and taking wildly. Her face smothered with the wet softness of Jonie's pussy, Candy Mullender felt herself cumming, and began to fuck with her cunt and ass and tongue, wanting them all to cum together.
She suddenly succeeded. She felt the two hotly throbbing cocks slam in unison up into her heaving belly and spurt their heated loads of sperm into her yearning body just as her own orgasm rippled like a killer-quake through her ecstatically trembling pussy. At the same moment her mouth was filled with the honeyed fluids flowing from Jonie's convulsing young cunt. She swallowed in an unending delight as her deep pussy and rectal muscles milked the two men dry. Finally, they lay panting together in a wild tangle of arms and legs and bodies.
Somebody - Candy was never sure who - passed around cigarettes and then made coffee, which was laced with brandy. They sat naked, their bodies smelling strongly of passion, and drank and smoked, and Candy was sure that her career would never skyrocket like her sex life, but she didn't care about that as much anymore, as long as she had enough cock to keep her satisfied, if she ever could!
