off?”
The honeyblonde was too involved to answer. She was dangling on the brink of her orgasm, and that fiend of a Cleve was making her wait-and wait. He was a pussy artist, all right. Candi had learned a few little tricks by watching him. She was nearly ready to come herself; she could not remember when peeping had been so furiously stimulating. A nice soft cunt was waiting for her in the living room, her whole body ached for finality, but she simply had to see Mia when she went into her thing on Cleve's educated tongue.
'Ohhh-just go ahead!' Mia panted. 'Any way you want to!”
Her restless hands went to her swollen breasts, she stroked the slopes in a way that told Candi she had done it before, around the points and across the tumid nipples. Her head rolled from side to side, she was in an erotic frenzy.
I want some of that so badly I can almost taste it, Candi thought, her hips curving toward her hand. Ohhhh, shill Hurry and bust her cum before I go off myself.
Suddenly Cleve drove his tongue into the dewy cunt, his mouth fastened to the whole mons, and Mia's dramatic shivers, her contorted face, said he was really tongue-plunging her pussy. Mia's head turned back, her thighs jerked, her coned breasts heaved upward into her gripping hands, and then she was into her pounding come-thrall.
Her shout of rapture, even over the intercom, sent waves of lust through Candi's body. Her beautiful body shook in cadence with the beat, beat, beat of her come-fun. Her ass hunched at his mouth, and a faint, familiar slurping sound reached Candi's ears. Oh, he was drawing that puffy cunt into a big spasming come, he was drinking her cunt-honey, he was eating that dainty pussy the way Candi ate cunt.
'OHHH, OH, OHHHH!' Mia yelled, her thighs still quivering, her face showing her intense delight. Her hands still clasped her tit-peaks as a slow smile touched her lips, a smile of satisfaction and triumph. Her legs dropped and finally Cleve lifted his pussy-wet mouth from her cunny. He licked off the excess, grinning.
'Great pussy, Mia. You come real good.”
Another tapping on the bedroom door snapped Candi out of her trance. Shaking with need, she again cut the audio, left her peeping spot and returned to her bedroom door. She opened it, seeing Nancy totally nude. The cute model was learning.
'Oh, you sure look excited, Candi,' Nancy giggled. 'You got some hot pictures in here you look at?”
'Don't worry your pretty head about it,' Candi laughed, drawing the younger girl close. 'Come on, let's go in your bedroom. I need a good fuck, right now.”
'I'm ready too, honey,' Nancy said. 'Don't you like guys-at all?”
'Prick turns me clear off,' Candi laughed. 'Sometimes I have fun teasing them. Men are so damned egotistical.' With her left arm around Nancy's waist, she led the dainty brunette into the guest bedroom.
'Gosh, I know it,' Nancy giggled. 'How do you want me, Candi?”
'Spread out on your ass, honey,' Candi said, shaking, remembering what Cleve had done for Mia. 'I'm going to eat that nice soft pussy.”
'Oh, goody!' Nancy chirped, running to the bed. She swung down and opened her thighs, sliding a colored pillow beneath her dark, wavy hair. The finger-play on the sofa had excited her cunt; it was wet along the dainty crevice, her nipples were rising. A mingling of pussy and jasmine aromas teased Candi's senses, her clit. She slid out of her wrapper, her tongue aching for the feel of cunt.
Nancy shuddered, wondering what had happened in Candi's bedroom. Maybe the slender, sexy blonde played with herself before a screw. Her cunny looked more expanded than it had been at the studio, her green eyes blazed with lust. She was so bold, so sophisticated.
Candi crawled between Nancy's legs, resting on her knees; her hands slid under Nancy's rump, and a curious expression crossed the blonde's flushed face.
'Haven't you ever had it lapped, honey?”
'Noooo!' Nancy breathed. She and Lenna had never gone that far, it had seemed bad enough to rub their cunts together for their sneaky fun.
'You haven't lived,' Candi breathed, a wild look in her eyes. Her head lowered, her hands lifted Nancy's ass. She pulled her thighs away back, leaving them open so Candi could look at her titties. Trading her body for a luxurious place to live did not seem wrong at all. Candi had promised to introduce her to some appealing young men, but first she had to see a doctor about getting on the pill, and buy some other kind of contraceptive until the pill began working. That was one of the best things about girl-girl sex-no danger, no Wiggly little bugs…
'Oh, that looks good, honey,' Candi murmured, her tongue shooting out. Her hands kneaded Nancy's assflesh, a finger toyed with her anus! Oh, it was all so different, like stepping into a new world of erotic discovery.
I really haven't lived, I guess, Nancy thought. She makes me come so good! I wonder what other girl she's going to bring around for a party. Should be real fun till I can be safe with a guy. It's about time I lost my cherry and got a few squirts of jism.
Suddenly the wiggly pink tongue touched Nancy's cuntlips and traveled along the slit. Sweet tremors chased through her crotch and up to her nipples. It was such a different sensation, cozy and rich with promise. Like wow!
'Ohhhhh!' she gasped, lifting her pussy higher.
The hot soft probe contacted Nancy's clit, gliding around it. Furious stings of delight tensed her girlie tip her thighs shook, her breasts peaked up even more: The velvety mouth pressed slowly into Nancy's cunt, the tongue danced around the cuntal opening. A sensuous sucking began! Candi was drawing the juice from the twitching mons! The hands gripped more firmly, and then the sexy blade shot past Nancy's hymen into the virginal cunthole! It worked voluptuously in and out, in and out… like a prick!
'Oh, oh, ohhhh!' Nancy cried, feverishly. She was so near to coming, she could hardly believe it was happening this fast. Something really had turned Candi on! The sucking lips, the diving tongue, the close feel of the blonde head between her shaking thighs-it was all just too much!
She really loves my cunt! Nancy thought. Ohhhh, here it comes! Ohhhh, wow! I don't see how prick could be any better than this!
She cried out as the pangs of her need pulsed from the tip of her clit, like honeyed salvos from a gun. The wrenching delight racked her pelvis in a way that had never happened before! Her anus flopped on the bed, her legs shook, her tits arched up, she tried to hunch her ass, but the hands held her solidly while the beat, beat, beat of her joy simply flowed from her cunt…
I got her cunt good, Candi thought, sipping more of the pussy-seepage, feeling the quivers of relief seize Nancy's pretty figure. I imagined I was eating Mia! I just adore nibbling a girl for the first time. I got her cherry in that department. She goes off real fine, but I bet I can bang Mia even better. I should be satisfied for a while with one new hot pussy, but the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence.
Mia knew Cleve's big moment was approaching. She was on her back again, her thighs drawn across her torso, knees even with her shoulders, her tits rising high between her legs. This was the part of a man-fuck she liked the least, those jolting, rutty drives into her cunt. Most girls lived for this moment, the tensing of the sliding prick, the quickened strokes, the swell of the cockhead.
It was all a bit too sweaty and animalistic, it reminded her too much of Alvin and his quickie fucking. When Cleve had teased her right to the rim of her orgasm and then eased his prick sweetly inside-oh, she loved that! And the way he ate her pussy was just sensational.
Well, he had given her more fun than she had ever experienced in one late afternoon, he deserved his goodies. She was going to make the scene again, which would be some improvement over the kind of thing she had at home, but she had a secret wish for her old girl friend, Pam Nugent. There was something just extra special about having a knowing dame between her legs instead of a man, hearing those plaintive, girlish cries of rapture.
Cleve was good with his prick, though. She could easily get hung up good on it if she had him around for a while. No dame would ever really 'have' him, entirely. He would always be showing off his profile, broads would always be looking at him and wanting his cock. He had no steady work; some dame was obviously supporting him. He would be ideal for some rich, sensuous widow-or two of them. A fun guy, a male concubine.
He seemed to sense her lessening interest he had an, almost feminine perception, because he had been with I so many different girls.
