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!"
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!