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!