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Chapter 5

"This is a lovely house," Candi smiled, gazing around the richly-furnished interior of the Alvin Nelson living room, her heart pounding. She had worked hard that morning at her studio, taking care of all the rush photo jobs, and then she had turned the afternoon's assignments over to her assistant, Laura Wheeler.

Rushing back to her apartment, she had showered again and gussied up for a very special occasion-a call on Mia Nelson. Well, she was inside the big Spanish-styled home Mia obviously liked her, the first big step toward a new conquest had been accomplished. They were seated on a big sofa, chatting.

"We were lucky to get it," Mia smiled back, her green eyes flicking across snugly-delineated titties inside Candi's pant-suit top. "You certainly are young to be such a successful photographer.”

"I started early," Candi said, feeling a sweet tingle in her clit. The vibes were good. The instant the front door had opened and Candi had explained the purpose of her visit she had felt the interest in the beautiful honey-blonde's manner. Mia wore shimmery gold-colored lounging pajamas that revealed every sweet line of her exquisite bod, especially her big, jutting breasts. What a chassis!

She also had that lazy, well-fucked look which might make Candi's mission more difficult, but then she did not expect to make it all the way home so quickly.

A piece like this would take time and her best efforts-but she was sure the rewards would be all the sweeter. Mia was no giggly Nancy Wells, she had class, she bad been around a little, possibly with some other broad. And she would not want to lose her sugar daddy who, judging from a rather badly-posed photo on an end table, was at least twice her age.

That she had been an easy pickup for Cleve did not mean she would fall over backward for another dame. Some husbands could tolerate the idea of a young, sexy wife fucking another man, but Alvin looked very square, and a Lesbian affair might wreck her setup.

"You sure have a handsome husband," Mia said innocently. "I met him at the country club yesterday… He's going to give Alvin golf lessons.”

"That's what Cleve said," Candi replied, just as innocently. Oh, the duplicity of women! It happened so often, some wife's best girl friend fucking the husband. In Candi's case, she simply reversed the process.

"The four of us will have to go out sometime," Candi smiled. "Well, will you model for me, honey? Say, in just bra and panties. I could make you some nice extra money.”

A faint pink flush touched Mia's cheeks. She was flattered, all right. Candi was making points.

"I used to model some in Boise, style shows and things, but-" Mia hesitated. "I'd have to check with Alvin… ”

"You have just about everything going for you," Candi said, winking. She feasted her eyes on the startling juts of Mia's breasts, then along the full slightly opened thighs to the sweet cunt-curve so cleanly outlined by the gold-colored pajamas.

"Well, I do love compliments," Mia giggled. "But I'm a little plump-here and there… ”

"Not at all, honey," Candi said, her clit tingling again. "You're just right for nudie shots, or a bikini. Those skinny high-fashion girls don't come out so good half-naked.”

Mia flushed becomingly. "You must model, too.”

"Oh, sometimes, when I need a slim-assed effect and long legs," Candi said. "But I'm twenty-five and a few lines are starting to show.”

"You're very attractive," Mia smiled. "Long legs are sexy… ”

"Well, thank you, honey," Candi said. She's going for it, she likes me and my bod, Candi thought, shivering, Jeeeese, I'm getting a beautiful hard-on. But I can't rush this, I want it to be just right.

Mia felt a sweet excitement in her crotch. She had never met anyone quite like Candi Jones. Of course, that was her professional name; her real last name must be Langton, if she was indeed married to Cleve. That arrangement of theirs, having side-by-side apartments with only a locked door between, was kind of unusual. Cleve had finally explained it to her after their delicious flick-party the previous day.

On leaving Cleve's pad she had noticed a bright sports car parked nearby. Evidently Candi had seen her then, she might even suspect that Cleve had entertained her. Well, things were different here in California. She would pretend that she had merely talked to Cleve at the Daly City country club.

The big item was that Candi obviously wanted to rock her, too.

God, she's really beautiful, Mia thought, shivering again. We vibe real nice. There's something a bit masculine about her, and that appeals to me. I haven't had a girl work on me for years, ever since Pam went straight. If Alvin wasn't coming home after a while I'd be tempted to start the fun right now! He's been gone for days, he'll want a piece tonight for sure.

"I'm sure Alvin won't mind if I do some modeling for you," Mia said, her nipples tingling. "I'll persuade him a little.”

Candi winked, wet her lips with her tongue and arched her pointy breasts forward. "We gals have a way of getting our own way, huh?”

They both laughed.

Candi glanced at her wrist watch. "Oh, shit. I better split-and you said your hubby was coming home later… Look, call me as soon as you find out, honey.”

As they walked to the door, Mia was not at all surprised to feel Candi's left arm slide around her waist and squeeze a little. A delicious pang of need touched her clit. Their eyes met and held.

"I think we're going to get along just great," Candi said. "Mutual admiration, huh?”

"Right," Mia smiled, hating it when Candi drew her hand back. But this was not the time or place, they both knew it. Each girl would have time to think a while and anticipate…

Alvin Nelson leaned back in his office chair and watched his new young secretary wiggle out and close the door. A faint aroma of perfume and pussy lingered in the air, his cock responded agreeably. One of these days he would have to find out whether Joan Meadows really wanted a fuck or was just practicing her wiles on him. The curvy brunette acted very interested.

He realized he should not be getting a hard-on after the fine fuck Mia had given him the night before. A return-home piece. But as usual he had not been able to hold his passion very long; she was almost too beautiful. She never wanted to go for seconds, either. Certain little changes in her bedroom manner aroused his suspicions, too.

She had found a golfing instructor, but she also might have found some new prick. He was fully aware of the risks involved in marrying a girl as young as Mia; men stared at her everywhere she went. Dames envied her. Now she had met the golfing instructor's wife, who operated a successful photo studio, and this Candi wanted Mia to model. Well, that sounded innocent enough, but Alvin had a hell of a jealous streak. He was a firm believer in the double standard. A man had to get a little pussy on the side now and then, but a wife was supposed to save her cunt for the husband. After all, Mia was a damned expensive piece.

He pulled the thick phone book from a drawer in his desk and leafed to the yellow pages, searching for a listing of detectives. Having Mia tailed for a few days might relieve his mind. He had made a bundle on his trip to Boise, he could easily afford some private eye.”

"Well, how do you want me, Candi?" Mia asked. She glanced around the rear studio, at the various props, flood-light stands and other equipment Candi used in her business.

Candi trembled with excitement. Two days had passed since she had called on the sensational honey blonde, they had visited several times on the phone, and now she was here, ready to pose.

I want your pretty ass on that couch and your cunt pushed up for a fuck, Candi thought, her clit aching. But I have to take this slowly, carefully

Mia's miniskirt, dark sleek nylons and well-filled.blouse, her dainty girlish moves, that long rich mane, had stirred Candi's glands the moment Mia had walked into the studio; now Candi's clit was already stiffening sweetly.

"Let's try you in bra and panties first, honey," Candi smiled. She wore a snug black pant suit and high heels to give her a leggier appearance, and Mia was noticing. "Would Alvin mind if you showed up in a girlie magazine?”

"Oh, I don't think so," Mia laughed. "Might improve his performance.”

Candi winked. "You mean he isn't taking care of you-all those nice goodies?”

Their talks on the phone had put them on a very intimate basis, so far as words went. Candi had found that pretending to be straight helped her program when she was after new pussy-and she just had to make it right with Mia. Beyond a doubt Cleve would be in her panties again at the first opportunity. But today he was out at the country club giving Alvin his first instruction, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt his pecker.

"Alvin's a little quick on the trigger, if you know what I mean," Mia smiled. Her hands went to her blouse.

"Oh, I know," Candi laughed. "Not many men take plenty of time with an eager girl. Cleve's pretty good”

A faint flush touched Mia's cheeks, but she looked away, then glanced around, apparently looking for a dressing room.

"Hell, take your stuff off right here, honey," Candi said. "I have special undies I want you to wear for the photos.”

"I guess you've seen naked girls before, huh?" Mia giggled.

Not like you, baby, Candi thought, her hands shaky. I gave Nancy a nice long tuck last night and I was thinking about your cunt the whole time.

"Oh, sure," Candi said lightly. "But you are a little special. Very sexy.”

"Nnnnnnn, tell me more," Mia giggled, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. To keep from staring too greedily, Candi adjusted several floods and checked her 35-mmcamera. She wore one of her special bras that left the peaks of her titties exposed; her nipples were hardening against the hug of her suit-top, her cunt was turning wet.

"You have very beautiful tits, honey," Candi said. Of course she could not dare confess that she had seen Mia nude and getting fucked. "At least, what I can see of them, so far.”

"Well, yours are cute," Mia smiled, giving Candi a warm glance. "I guess size isn't everything… ”

She removed the blouse and the sudden view of Mia's jutting breasts in the thin pink bra, the coral nipples showing clearly through, sent waves of need through Candi's crotch.

"No, but they sell better, honey," Candi laughed. " She draped some black velvet material over a chair nearby; blondes always looked more provocative against a dark background. This suspense was killing her!

I'm sure she knows I want to tuck her and she's flirting with me, Candi thought. Ohhhh, shit! I never wanted a piece of pussy so badly in my life!

Mia reached for her miniskirt, a delicious heat building in her crotch. Every move Candi made heightened her anticipation. What a beautiful slender figure she had! She was not rushing, she was playing it very smoothly. All the little niceties of a girl-girl friendship had been observed, the hints and glances all said it loud and clear, I want to tuck you, honey, and today's the day.

Mia wanted it to be today, too. Her nipples ached, her clit ached. Nearly two years had passed since she had enjoyed her last sweet cunt-rub with Pam. Alvin had not screwed her since that evening after his arrival home from Boise, and then she had finished her fun in the bathroom afterward, as usual. But instead of dreaming about Cleve, she had imagined that Candi was teasing the goodies from her cunt.

The fantasy had been so exciting, she had peaked out twice more. The experience with Cleve had shown her plenty; she had never climaxed so many times in a row in her life! His cleverness had awakened a deeper need in her body, making her much more aware of her sensual capabilities.

She had often read that a lot of dames never turned into a good fuck until they were past thirty. Maybe so, with a man. But a knowing girl like Candi, who had surely had plenty of experience, could make a fuck just sensational. Well, she had thought about it enough, she had to find out.

She dropped her skirt and stepped out of it, posing with her hands behind her head, legs slightly apart, her tits arched forward.

"Neat!" Candi said, her eyes sliding hungrily along Mia's figure, a tell-tale flush touching her throat. "Ve-ry sexy, honey… You're a natural.”

Mia shuddered. The nitty-gritty time was almost here, her pussy was leaking juice into her sheer, lacy bikini panties. A mirror behind Candi told her she looked her best; the smoky nylons accented her long full legs, her tender nipples were sticking out sharply inside the filmy bra, she had spent half an hour fixing her hair and mouth and eyes.

"For modeling-or a little fun?" Mia breathed.

"Both," Candi giggled, moving nearer. Her eyes flared, her breath sucked in.

God, she's ready, Candi thought, shaking with wild excitement. Her clit erected between her juiced cuntlips, the fragrance of pussy and lilac perfume touched her nostrils, whirling her senses.

"Do I read you right, honey?" Candi breathed, her nipples stiffening out.

"Oh, you know it!" Mia whispered, swaying closer. Her full carmine lips were parted, her head tipped slightly. She was all ready and waiting…

"Jeeeeese!" Candi murmured, her arms sliding around the warm, pliant waist. Her tongue shot out, Mia's arms coiled across Candi's shoulders, their mouths brushed together as if they had kissed a dozen times. Candi probed her tongue sweetly inward, their covered breasts burned as they met, a little whine of excitement came up in Mia's throat.

The luscious cling of the younger girl's mouth, the spread of her lips, her incurving crotch, fired Candi's lust. She was in. She had it made! She pushed her cuntmound firmly into Mia's crotch and hunched. Mia shivered, her velvety thighs opening; she knew instantly who was the boss girl, who was the fem. Her soft yield to Candi's grip, her tremors of mounting delight, were just as sweet as Candi had expected, maybe even sweeter!

Candi stroked her tongue in Mia's mouth and slid her hands down to the alluring ass-curves. Mia hung on, shivering, her tongue flirting across Candi's tongue. The silky rump was delightfully firm, smooth and sexy. Those luscious big tits were pushed forward; seeming alive to Candi's passion.

Damn, she's got it for me, Candi thought victoriously. I'll give her a better tuck than Cleve did, I'll pop her gun till she faints! She's so much girl my clit feels a foot long.

Candi eased the mouth pressure and flirted her tongue more slowly, slipping her hands down inside the sheer bikini panties. Mia's lips were puffing, her breathing was jerky. Slow and easy, now. She had to make it very good for this bundle of ripe girl. That first climax was so important!

"Nnnnnnnn!" Mia breathed, shaking. Her lips clung, her crotch pushed in eagerly.

"Oh, you sweet thing, you," Candi panted, hunching again. She bit the full lower lip, gently. Her right hand, went down inside the panties to the dewy soft cunt, from behind. Tell-tale wetness leaked out on Candi's finger.

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

"Oh, you're a devil!" Mia said, her lips still open, dainty shivers running up and down her lush figure. "You don't want me to model at all… ”

"The hell I don't," Candi murmured, teasing the velvety lower reach of the cuntslit. Mia back-hunched, offering more of her pussy. "But I watched you the other day and got a neat hard-on. You did, too.”

"Shit, yes," Mia giggled. "I guess I wanted you to fuck me then, honey.”

"We'll make up for it today," Candi giggled back. She drew her hand from the panties and steered. Mia over to the couch, easing her down. The beautiful honey-blonde leaned back on the cushions, her fine thighs spread, pussy-moisture showing along her crevice under the hugging panties.

Candi began to undress.

I’m easy and I wanted to be easy, for her, Mia thought, her cunt aching. God, she's something! I've been ready ever since I saw her last. This is rich, getting screwed by Candi and Cleve, both! But I like Candi the best.

She watched Candi remove the tight pants top. What a sexy bra, the peaks of her titties showing. What a sweet, leggy bod! She had missed Pam Nugent more than she realized but it would be different having an affair with another blonde; and Candi was much sexier than Pam had ever been.

"Cute," Mia giggled, staring at Candi's pointy tits.

"I wore it just for you, honey," Candi smiled, loosening the band on her pants. "You've been there before, haven't you?”

"A long time ago," Mia said. She watched the pants come down, shivering. The black lacy bikini panties were so mini they barely covered her cunt. Those long, long thighs sent hot tremors through Mia's crotch. "But she sure wasn't like you, Candi.”

"Mmmmmm!" Candi smiled, removing the pants. She moved right in front of Mia, spreading her thighs, tipping her cunt forward, undulating her trim, pretty ass. "What these men don't know won't hurt 'em, huh?”

"Oh, right!" Mia laughed. God, I wish she'd hurry! Mia thought. I teased her and now she's teasing me. But that's fun, too! Oh, the way her tongue moved in my mouth I just know she'll eat me good! Maybe better than Cleve…

Candi liked to keep an AC-DC image, even though she hated prick; her marks seemed to feel more comfortable with a girl who supposedly liked it both ways. She was glad she was not a butchy-looking Lesbian; she did not mingle with those types at all. A lot of her best fucks had been with married gals looking for new thrills. Stealing some husband's goodies made it even sweeter.

She dropped down at Mia's right and slid her hand between those lovely, nyloned thighs, her left arm circling Mia's waist. She had never wanted a fuck so badly in her life, but this preliminary exploration was very important; it was where most men fell down in their eagerness to plow the cock in and get the gun off. Cleve had given Mia a beautiful fuck. She, Candi, had to do it better!

Candi shuddered, playing her hand along the silken V of Mia's legs, feasting her eyes on the amazing tits inside the stretched, pink bra. She brought her mouth over close to Mia's waiting lips, her clit a hot dagger between her moistened, swelling cuntlips.

"Did Cleve make a pass at your pussy, honey?" Candi whispered, finally reaching the dainty cuntmound.

"Well, yessss," Mia breathed, trembling. Her crotch moved forward, she pushed her cunt into Candi's palm. "He is sexy…”

"He sure is, honey," Candi murmured. "Maybe the three of us could have some nice fun, all together… ”

It was a line she often used with girls Cleve had flicked, and invariably it excited them. Mia shivered, her ass lifting again.

"Oh, that would be something!”

Candi had never gone that far to please a girl friend, but it might be interesting, at that. Cleve was easily managed, and she did enjoy watching him pour the cock to his conquests. Being in the threesome scene instead of peeping would add some new sensations. She remembered vividly the time Cleve had brought two cute twins to his side of the duplex; he had even persuaded them to tuck each other while he rested his prick…

I could bring Nancy along, too, Candi thought. Fun! Cleve could bust her cherry. Somebody will one of these days. He might as well get it. I might even try some cock myself! This Mia puts all kinds of ideas into my head and puss. Ohhhhh, I haven't had such a stiff for ages!

Deftly she eased her play hand down inside Mia's panties, cupping the soft, soft cunt. Teasingly she pressed it and drove her tongue between the waiting, heated lips. Mia shivered delectably, she whined in her throat again. Her beautiful big tits arched forward, her arms clamped tightly around Candi's neck, her ass lifted. With the skill of long practice, Candi inched her middle finger slowly into the dewy cunt, slick and shivery and hot.

Mia shook wildly, her mouth broke free, her rich thighs swung open farther, and Candi felt the delectable first shivers of Mia's need. This was it!

"Nnnnnn-ohhhhhh, honey!" Mia cried, hunching.

"Come, baby!" Candi panted into the puffy lips. "Blow your nice goodies!”

Mia's beautiful, flushed face contorted, her head swung back, her tits heaved in the stretched, pink bra, her ass shook on the couch. Just as the honeyed pounds of her fun vibrated her lovely body, Candi found the dainty clit with her thumb and pushed it the way she liked to have her own clit teased. Oh, it was a very well-developed girlie nub, stiff and quivering!

"NNNNNN-OH, OR, OHHH!" Mia whimpered, hunching with the throb, throb, throb of her surging delight. "Ohhhhh-OHHHH!”

"Oh, you're breaking a good one, baby," Candi gasped, keeping her finger in deep. A light, voluptuous inner cuntal spasm enriched her thrills. God! There was nothing like busting a new girl's cunt for the very first time. Nothing!

Mia stopped shaking and slumped back on the cushions, breathing hard. Her ass worked up and down with the waves of her aftermath, her coral nipples ready to poke holes in the clinging bra. She softened, at last, her eyes opening, wide with wonder.

"Oh, goody-good!" she breathed. "You're just too much, Candi!”

"Neat, slick pussy," Candi giggled. "I love the way you come.”

"You make it so good!" Mia giggled back. "What about you, honey?”

"Takes me a while, sweetie," Candi smiled. "You'll know it when I blow.”

They both laughed.