"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.
"Eeeeeeyyyyaaahhh!" Candy cried out. "You're hurting me-eeeee!"
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 clichй, 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!"