A. Bissell
Doing It The Gay Way

Chapter 1

"Come on, push your titties out a little more, honey," Candi Jones said, adjusting a flood-light so the cute, sexy brunette in the striped bikini had more illumination. Beautiful face structure, full, dewy lips, fine ass and just-right legs, innocent big brown eyes; she acted more like sixteen than the nineteen her card from the model agency indicated.

She was the kind of exquisite chick the American male imagined should be in a bikini, sitting on a blanket on a beach, waiting for the typical American stud, and the slide of prick into the sweet, virginal cunt.

But this photo was being taken inside, in Candi's rear studio, against a phony backdrop, to decorate an ad for a swim suit manufacturer that would appear in a high-fashion magazine. For a real beach scene, Candi's fee would be doubled; she was good, she charged very high fees for her work, she could make even some of those older, Baggy-breasted models look young and alluring.

Nancy Wells giggled and arched her young, shapely tits farther forward. Her legs were partly opened to show the pretty cuntmound, her left hand was raised prettily to her long, dark, silky mane.

"Now wet your lips so they shine, honey," Candi said, moving with her 35-mm to a new position behind the floods. "Look sensuous, think prick.”

A faint flush touched Nancy's cheeks, but she smiled and showed her pearly teeth; her tongue moistened her full, dewy lips. Maybe she was thinking prick; her nipples showed more clearly under the thin bikini cups. Good. Candi took several shots, from different angles. She was getting a neat hard-on. The moment this dainty piece of fluff had wiggled into the front office Candi had felt a sharp thrill; she had decided right away to pose and photograph this new chick from the Lawrence agency.

Candi's studio was in Daly City, south of San Francisco. She let the business come to her, not vice versa. She could do a better job out of the metropolitan area, leases cost less.

"Okay relax," Candi smiled. "First assignment?”

"Yes,” Nancy breathed, her eyes shining. The idea of being a model in the big city obviously was very exciting for her. She had small town written all over her. Candi knew the routine almost by heart. Nancy had been high-school queen in squaresville, mommy and daddy thought their daughter's beauty was wasted at home she had been packed up and sent to glamorous Frisco where she would find wealthy prince charming, her unpunctured hymen would be enough to get her a life of ease… shit.

Some smooth-talking sonofabitch would be in her panties in a week, that fresh glow would fade, she would not look so naive, booze would dim her youthful sexiness, and she might easily end up back home, disillusioned, with a kid in her arms and no marriage license.

"Gosh, you're beautiful, Miss Jones," Nancy breathed. She was very breathy. Part of her cute act. "Don't you model, too?”

Candi was flattered, her clit tingled. "Oh, sometimes. More money in what I'm doing, honey. Boyfriend follow you to the big bad city?”

"Noooo," Nancy giggled. She stretched daintily and Candi felt her tongue harden. Jeeeesus, what a chickie.

"If that bikini's too tight, take it off," Candi smiled. "Call me Candi, huh?”

Nancy nodded and blushed again. "Oh, you," she lisped.

Candi felt another tingle in her crotch. She placed her camera aside and moved partially into the shine from the floods, the brightest of which she had turned off. She posed for the benefit of Nancy, pretending to be adjusting the backdrop.

She wore very snug pants, bell bottomed, that showed every line of her trimly turned ass and long, long thighs. Her blouse was equally snug to delineate her thrusting tits, coned forward by a very tricky bra that left her titpeaks bare, so her nipples showed beneath the thin fabric. Her long blonde mane reached below her shoulders. She was sexy, she knew it and she used it. But not on studs. She had never rocked a man and didn't intend to-unless the price was right. And the figure would be very high indeed. Her thing was pussy.

Candi's receptionist and part-time assistant, Laura Wheeler, was a pretty good rock; attractive and young enough, but that was getting old. Laura had a prick complex, she still hoped to trade her cunt for a home with some stud.

Candi had not had any new pussy for two weeks, she was hornier than hell. And Nancy looked and acted as though she could be made. She was eyeing Candi's body with a tell-tale interest.

"I want you in bra and panties for this next sequence, honey," Candi smiled, remembering that a client of hers who published a girlie magazine would pay good money for fresh new faces and bodies. "I can get you a little bonus fee.”

"Am I really that sexy?" Nancy giggled.

"You look good enough to eat, cutie," Candi said, winking.

Nancy flushed. Even small-town girls were not that dense. She rose daintily and moved toward the dressing room. The sweet ass movements tensed Candi's clit. She quickly found the undies she wanted Nancy to wear and followed her into the cozy dressing cubicle. Nancy seemed a bit reluctant to remove her bikini in front of Candi. Earlier the brunette had been alone while donning the bikini.

"Ah, take it off," Candi said reassuringly. "You need more makeup for this next series. What's a naked puss between girls?”

Nancy giggled, reaching behind her to unfasten the striped halter. The dressing area had a couch, rest room and a fancy makeup table, fully mirrored. Candi had enjoyed herself with several models on the couch, but one like Nancy didn't come along every day. A mingling of jasmine and pussy aroma tingled Candi's senses. This cute bunny had lots of it.

"Been getting any lately, honey?" Candi smiled, shivering with anticipation.

"Noooo!" Nancy exclaimed. The bikini halter loosened, came down and the rosy pout of the brunette's darkly-banded nipples, the sweet youthful thrust of her boobs, stirred the female beast in Candi's loins.

"Me, either," Candi laughed. "Isn't it the shits?”

"B-but, I heard you were married," Nancy said. "I mean-”

"Oh, I have a living arrangement with a guy, he serves a purpose, but he doesn't get in my panties.”

Candi usually did not explain Cleve Langton to her chickies, but whenever they saw him they always asked questions. He was so damned handsome he was pretty. She often used him when she needed a male model, ostensibly they shared the same apartment, although it was divided into two separate living areas. He never came through the connecting door unless it was for business.

He had a very correct social background that brought business to Candi's studio, but bad investments had wiped out the family holdings. Candi paid most of the bills. His only accomplishment was a superb golf game; she knew he could turn pro and make plenty, but he was weak, had no real drive. Broads fell all over him, young, old, and in between. He had lost his last job as a country-dub golf instructor because he had fucked too many bored, willing wives of rich sons of bitches.

In the right spot he could make piles as a male whore. Candi knew several very wealthy old widows who would pay almost anything to get in his pants, but manlike, he preferred the young stuff. Some of the chicks he brought to his area of the double apartment made Candi green with envy.

"Gosh, I never heard of a girl living with a guy and not-you know… " Nancy exclaimed, drawing Candi back to the exciting present.

"Fuck?" Candi smiled. "Anyway, we have separate quarters.”

Nancy blushed prettily. Her nipples were coming out farther. Using explicit words was part of Candi's routine with reluctant chickies. Most of those she went after she usually made out with. A clever Lesbian had a lot going for her; dames did not talk around the way men did, there was no chance of getting knocked up, and pussy-rubbing and playing did not bust the maidenhead, in case a girl still had one.

Candi recognized certain male tendencies in her makeup and lived with them. Until her parents had been wiped out in a car crash, her mother had dominated the household, and managed the money, so her inner contempt for most males was a natural development from her younger years. Candi even thought like a man, sometimes. She could be ruthless in a business deal and in chasing pussy.

"I think I'll get into something more comfortable," Candi said, unfastening her blouse. "These pants are binding my cunny, You don't mind, do you, honey?”

"Noooo," Nancy giggled. "You sure say it right out”

"Screw talk is the in thing," Candi laughed. "Turns the guys on. How long since you had a piece, anyway?”

At least, this time, the cute brunette didn’t blush, but a glow of excitement was developing. "Well-I've been saving it… ”

Incredible. A virgin. Candi shivered again, drawing her blouse away. The bare cones of her tittles, looking out through the holes in her bra-cups, were puffing with her need, her pink nipples were hardening. Wetness was oozing from her cunt, her clit was rising delectably.

"Oh, some bra," Nancy giggled, staring.

Candi smiled and arched her tits forward, weaving her shoulders. "Not bad for a girl my age, huh?”

"You're just-sensational!" Nancy breathed.

I'm getting there, Candi thought. I'll bet her pussy is damp. She's really got it for me, but I still have to take things slow and easy. I wouldn't miss this for anything.

"Getting back to saving it," Candi smiled, loosening the band of her pants. "What do you do for kicks, honey? Let the guys feel and kiss for the goodies?”

Nancy flushed deeply. "Well, a girl can have fun on dates without going all the way.”

"Oh, shit," Candi said. "That's kid stuff. Get on the pill and start enjoying yourself, honey.”

"B-but I don't know anybody here-" Nancy said.

"I can fix that up," Candi lied easily. "Where are you staying, honey?”

Nancy named a hotel and Candi made a face. "That dump. Look, I have lots of room at my pad. Move in for a while till you get settled, huh?”

“Oh, could. I?" Nancy breathed, very pleased. "You're so-sophisticated.”

"Thanks, honey," Candi said, quaking with new excitement. This was almost too good to be true. Like plucking ripe fruit. "I'll get you a date with a real smooth operator, one I know has had his strings clipped, and you can have some real fun.”

"What do you mean-strings?" Nancy blurted.

"Jeese, haven't you heard of a vasectomy? The smart studs all do it. The girl can take squirts of come and doesn't have to worry. But a lot of them lie about it, so a hep chick gets on the pill, just in case." Candi shook her head. "Where have you been all your life, anyway?”

"Uh-Mom never told me much" Nancy admitted. "Except to be a good girl.”

"Honey, you need educating," Candi laughed. She slid her pants down, exposing her crotch her cunt limned by black, lacy bikini panties. “You do know what a come is, surely… " She dropped her right hand to her crotch and moved her fingers suggestively, her middle digit aimed at her mons.

Nancy blushed furiously. "Oh, you're so dirty!”

"You better lose some of that goody-goody stuff if you want to have fun in the city, sweet," Candi smiled. "Look, I play with my cunt when I get hard up, and I know you do, too.”

"Gosh, you sure are-open about things," Nancy breathed.

"A hot pussy has no conscience," Candi laughed. She moved closer to the dainty brunette, slipping her arms around the silky, warm waist. "In fact, I bet yours is heating up right now.”

"Ohhh-don't, Candi," Nancy gasped. "I mean-”

"I know, you'd rather have a guy," Candi murmured, her clit tingling. She was almost home. "But these city wolves aren't going to settle for a few feels. You don't want to get knocked up and spoil your whole career, do you?”

"Nooooo," Nancy breathed, trembling. "But-”

"Relax, sweetie," Candi said, lightly. "You like me, we can have some nice safe fun, and I won't even break your cherry.”

Nancy trembled and softened, right on cue. Easy as flicking a nipple. Shaking with lust, Candi touched her mouth to the petal-soft parted lips and snaked her tongue inside. She tightened her grip on the pliant waist, savoring the clingy hunger of the young girl's mouth. Nancy's arms crept around Candi's neck. All systems said go. Jeeese, what a tasty young morsel. The lips opened eagerly, wider, their breasts nudged warmly together. Candi dug her nipples at the firming breasts, teasing them around on Nancy's tittie peaks. She shivered and uttered a little hungry whine.

Now would be a good time to pose Nancy for some nudie shots; when a girl was turned on good it showed on the negative, but that could happen later. She was aching for a little fun, and Candi had just what that cute pussy needed. Once she was in Candi's apartment there would be plenty of exposure for her camera. Nancy might still cut and run; it had happened a few times.

Candi stroked her tongue slowly and slid her hands down to the pretty, rounded ass. Nancy trembled, hanging right in there. Candi fondled the velvety curves, her clit stiffening with anticipation. Gently she fit her crotch to Nancy's cuntmound and hunched, using her right knee to spread the soft, sweet thighs. They opened, her tongue began to respond, her lips fluttered.

Oh, there was nothing quite like making it with a new pussy! It swelled Candi's ego the way it swelled her cunt, especially when the chick had not been fucked previously by another girl. And this one, if she could believe it, had never even taken a prick. Beautiful.

She pulled her tongue back out, nibbled the engaging, soft underlip, easing the bikini panty lower, feeling Nancy's trembles of excitement.

"Over on the couch, sweetie," Candi murmured. "We're going to have fun.”

Nancy shuddered, hardly able to believe this was happening. In the little suburb of Potter, near Salt Lake City, she had been aware of girl-girl crushes, although she had never become real close with any of her high-school chums. Her mother had not encouraged it, like having some other girl stay all night.

An only child, Nancy had been pampered and coddled, even spoiled. At thirteen her doting father had given her a horse for riding so she could be with the in group, and during a canter out in the hills she had discovered why so many gals her age were nuts about horses. With her legs spread wide and her pussy nudging into the saddle horn, the strong undulant animal beneath her ass, she had experienced her first climax. Delicious!

After the sweet, eye-opening sensations had diminished, she had tied her mount to a bush, slipped into a grove of trees, lowered her riding pants and her panties, sprawled out comfortably in some high grass and experimented with her pussy. All her mother's admonitions about 'nice' girls keeping their hands from between their legs except for functional purposes went out the window.

The little pink nub between her labia, at the top of her crevice, needed more of those delightful tingles. She had teased and coaxed it into achy stiffness again and she suddenly knew what the older gals around school meant when they talked about 'making the scene. Of course, it was assumed they made it with a guy out on a date, but Nancy knew better. For weeks afterward she could hardly leave herself alone. Her gelding, Prince, got lots of workouts after that!

Her budding breasts had started turning sensitive, too. She found herself looking at guys in a different way, she even enjoyed watching sexy girls wiggle around in miniskirts and tight sweaters. She always wondered whether they were 'putting out.'

Now, after being princess or queen of so many events she had forgotten some of them, after being a runner-up in the Junior Miss Utah competition and dating some of the best-looking guys around school, ever determined to save her maidenhead, she was in romantic San Francisco, hired as part-time model and letting a very sexy older girl get in her panties.

Oh, it was wrong, but playing with her pussy and titties had seemed very wrong, too. Not any more, though. A healthy girl had to have her goodies once in a while. Candi was just wonderful! So understanding and so utterly filthy…

Steering Nancy to the dressing-room couch, Candi loosened her fancy black bra, tossed it aside, and drew the pretty brunette down at her left. She slid her right hand between Nancy's silky thighs, fitting her left arm around the warm, pliant waist. Nancy's pinked throat, her uneven breathing, her big warm brown eyes and her full mouth, puffed from kissing, shook Candi from head to toe.

Control yourself, baby, Candi thought, shivering. This young, dainty rabbit could still hop her, cute ass out of here. This first come is very important. I told Laura not to interrupt; she knows I'm after new pussy. I'll give her another fuck one of these days to show her I still care. I asked her over to the apartment one time for an all girl threesome, and she wouldn't go for it. She wants Cleve to fuck her in the worst way. She'd go for it in a flash if he was the third party. So would a lot of other broads.

I do NOT want Cleve that close to me.

Still, she liked to watch him pour the prick to girls he brought to his area of the double apartment. It was a rather special pad. The former owner had been a real voyeur, he had installed one-way windows that looked like framed pictures so he could peer through into the living room and bedroom of the next-door apartment and catch the action.

There were also hidden microphones. The exposed apartment was usually rented to newly-weds or couples obviously living together who would do a lot of fucking. Cleve, not being too bright in some departments, had never tumbled into the arrangement, mainly because he hardly ever entered Candi's diggings.

This kind of viewing invariably gave Candi a good hard-on, and if she had no girl around to play with; she used her fingers or a neat little vibrator of soft rubber that she had bought in Chinatown. The tip of it fit snugly around her long clitoris, and when she pushed the switch-zowie!

Conventional dildoes did not interest her, she had very little sensitivity in her vagina, although at thirteen she had broken her hymen on a slender hairbrush handle. There had not been much blood, thankfully. At one of Redwood City's high schools she had had her pick of studs, she had dated plenty of guys before discovering she could not really turn on with them.

Her interest in photography had started early; it had been easy to talk young, sexy cunts into posing for her, and this had led to her first real fun and her first real crush on cute Tammy Newton, the girl next door. Well, she would think about that some other time. Right now Nancy Wells needed a good hot come, and Candi's clit ached for sweet, warm pussy. There was nothing like it, absolutely nothing.