0 comments/ 70505 views/ 4 favorites Candi By: Carol Marie I told you I didn't want to come out tonight, this isn't my scene. You should have just come with yourself", I said protesting before we had even made it into the club. "Stop your sniveling. We are here, aren't we? Now let's go in and meet some new womyn." I didn't say another word, instead followed her into the dimly lit club. It was a little after 11 pm. on Tuesday, Americas Natal Anniversary. We already had been to maybe 5 other clubs when we both were handed a flyer at the one of the clubs, announcing a party for the curious minded BDSM explorers. It wasn't my scene, but Jac liked to play there, so being I was out with her for the evening, there I was at The Dungeon. The place was packed. Gyrating bodies in scantily clad leather and chains danced wildly to the hypnotic beat. As we made our way to the bar, I noticed a banner on the back wall that read ' Private Party'. Jac quickly excused herself and made her way towards the party room. I, on the other hand, went and ordered a cognac. There was a little space near where the servers met and I squeezed in snugly. As soon as my eyes had focused clearly in the room, I noticed a few extremely attractive womyn sitting across from me at a low table. One of them, a blonde, caught my eye. I had to remember where I was, lest I get into more than I bargained for, so I asked the bartender to send a cognac to the womyn in the leather teddy and black strapped heels, throwing caution to the wind. I watched as a server brought the heady auburn liquor to the leather goddess, and then blushed when the server pointed towards me. I saw her smile and deliciously lick her lips after she took a small sip from the snifter. DANGER DANGER DANGER I didn't move. I even wondered what I was thinking with that gesture, but before I could analyze it any more, she was rising up and then whispering something to her cohorts. She grabbed her coat and just when I thought she was leaving, she turned and headed my way. "Hi there. My name is Candi. I wanted to thank you for the cognac", she said in the most angelic voice. And Candi...O MY. "Hi Candi, my name is Cary. It was my pleasure. Would you care to sit down?" "Uhm. I have a better idea. Follow me," and before I could say uh uh, she was taking hold of my shirt and pulling me towards the Private Party Door. DANGER DANGER DANGER "Hey Candi. Wait up. There's something you should know. I'm not into this scene. I...I..uh, just came here with a friend, who is really probably more your type for this...." And she placed two fingers on my lips and whispered for me to hush. She would take care of me. Not to worry about anything. For some unknown reason, I actually trusted her and so I followed her through the Private door. It was a long hallway with many doors off of it. There was piped in music playing something with a strong bass. She still had a hold of my shirt as she walked on ahead of me. She was a small framed womyn with an exciting sort of twist when she walked. I could hear the swishing sound of her hosed thighs rubbing against one another. Her legs were long and shapely. For a fleeting second I wondered how they would feel wrapped around my neck, and then took a solid swig of my cognac. Just as I had, she stopped and turned to me and pushed me up against the wall. With one leg thrust between mine, she quickly made me spread in my stance and bit my lower lip. Whew! I felt as her hands came up under my shirt and brusquely grabbed at my left breast catching my piercing. Damn! That hurt. She laughed and pulled away and asked me if I cared for more cognac. I said, "Sure." She kicked open the door near where to we stood. All I could think of was returning the pleasantries to this vixen, when I suddenly realized that I wasn't in any old bedroom, but in fact some form of dungeon. I noticed a small rack in the middle of the room and several types of floggers hanging from a set of brass rings. Candi started taking off her gloves and went to a wet bar in the far right hand corner of the room and poured me another snifter. "Candi. I really want you to hear me. I'm not into this SM scene." "That's OK baby, I don't want to hurt you, just please you," and she turned around and came closer to me, bringing the snifter up to my lips and tilting it back some. The wet caught me harshly but still I managed a healthy swallow. She licked the runoff from my mouth and almost tried sucking my face in between her lips. I could feel her tongue moving back and forth just under my upper lip and I almost swooned from the headiness of such comfort. I found my hands moving around her shoulders, feeling the silken flesh, glowing in the heat of passion. My fingers deftly untied her laces, exposing her luscious breasts. I tried to move my mouth down to them, but she laughed and pulled away abruptly. "Tease," I whispered. She moved in a swinging manner away from me and started removing her stockings very slowly. I watched with bated breath as the hose passed over her thighs, then her knees. One leg at a time. She reached her foot out to me and I tugged freeing her foot from the opaque hose. Then the other foot. I watched as she drew a large breath of air into her and then let out a shrill cry as she lunged for me. I stood my ground, so she wouldn't knock me off my feet. She was ravenous and I kissed her hard, feeling as her teeth bit through my lower lip. She tore my shirt from me. I never winced. Instead I slipped from my shorts with the help of one hand pushing. Her mouth was all over me. Every time she kissed me, she also bit me and then followed it with another softer kiss. I was on fire, drunk with desire. I had no clue what was happening. Just as I tried to bring my arms around her, I felt the tightness of leather restraints on my wrists. In all that heated passion, I didn't know how she had done that. I didn't protest, but now my anticipation was mixed with just a small smattering of fear. "Now Cary baby, don't fear honey," she said picking up on my fright, no doubt from the surprised look on my face, "Candi is just going to give you what you need baby. I promise not to hurt you at all...just want to play with you darling.' I hope you don't mind, but I have invited my friend Alice to help me." "Alice? Who's Alice?" And that would explain me not seeing Candi's hands tie me down. There had been another person in the room the whole time. But now, the stakes were getting bigger and there might be more to lose for a dyke like me, and where the hell was Jac? From out of the rooms darkness came a tall brunette, maybe 6 ft tall. She was dressed in a silver lame cape and silver heels. Her pelvic area was covered with chains, sometimes allowing a view of tangled curls when she walked. Her breasts were high up on her chest, and I could make out the tautness of her nipples through the sheer cape. In a husky voice that made me wonder if in fact, this Alice was a man or a womyn, she said, "Hello Cary. Why don't you tell Alice what your pleasure is?" "I sort of am just an old fashioned lesbian..uhm..I don't think I know much about this stuff, and I," and she cut me off guard when she pushed me back against the rack. Very quickly Candi and Alice bound me to the rack. I know I was telling them to stop, but it just made them move more quickly. Soon, I was trussed up just fine. No clothes on and tied up like a stuffed chicken. But not to make light of this little scenario. Part of me was thoroughly excited and yet another part of me shrieked inside at the unknown. I wondered next what they had planned, though I didn't have to wait long. I watched as Candi brought a lit candle near to me and in a sugary sweet angelic (yeah right)! voice said, "OK Cary Baby, this is just what the doctor ordered." What doctor? What was she talking about? I watched her, never removing my eyes from her long slender fingers, but where was this Alice. Once before she was stealth in this room where I was and I never saw her, now what was she up to? All of a sudden I was brought up to reality when I felt drops of hot liquid wax hit my nipples. I cried out but as soon as I did, I realized that I enjoyed that maybe a little too much. Seeing my enjoyment, Candi let a few more drops drip onto me. First my other nipple and then into my navel. The closer she got to my mons, the more it began to sting and burn. Then there was Alice and she too had a candle in her hand, though it wasn't lit and I was trying to think...but my thoughts weren't registering. Instead I felt as Candis' fingers toyed with my tangled mass of curls, sometimes dipping into my wet. Closing my eyes for a second, just enjoying the intensity and then I was brought up short when Alice tried to push the unlit wax phallus into my pussy. I tried bringing my legs together, having forgotten that I was strapped to this rack. Alice was strong, but she needed Candis help to enter me. I cried out to them that I was really small inside and wouldn't be able to accommodate them. They both laughed and in that instance, I was frightened. This seemed to fuel them. Candis mouth quickly went to mine and she started fucking my mouth with her tongue. Her hands cradled my face, holding me tightly. I could feel her breasts pushed up against mine. I could smell her perfume, like some sort of trancing drug, and then I felt it smooth and full, filling me up. Still her tongue forged in my mouth and then I heard Alice say, "She is all yours Candi." Then I heard the rooms door open and close and Candi pulled away from me. I started to protest, when she turned the rack and locked it in place. I was laying horizontal, but when I lifted my head, I noticed that the candle was in fact a black two headed dildo that was jutting out of me. It didn't appear to be too tight, but fit rather snugly. I watched as Candi climbed up a small foot stool and then lowered herself onto the other head of the dildo. Rushes that raced through me. My mouth salivated and then becomes parched in one breath. She ripped the teddy away from her body, exposing herself beautifully, She leaned down and kissed my mouth, biting again into my lower lip. She must have had a thing for blood, because I could feel it running from my lips and she just getting more and more excited. "O. Baby, you taste so good. Now Candi is gonna show you how its done," and she grabbed that toy with her cunt and pushed it into me further and then pulled up just slightly and drove it back into me. I raised my hips up to meet her thrusting pelvis and every time she slammed back into me, she let out a shrill cry. She fucked me like that for about a half hour and then with no control left in me, I started cumming. I begged for her to set me free and when she was tired from the hump and bump she acquiesced. She slowly got off the table and turned the rack erect. Slowly she unbound my wrists and then my feet. It felt good to bring my hands down to my sides and I decided to show her my gratitude. Immediately my hands went around her waist and I brought her to me. Tenderly I kissed her. I heard her moan a soft low sound and I continued kissing her, sometimes running my tongue just up under her upper lip and then raking it across her teeth. I felt her hands running through my hair, but there was no more of that harshness that was so visible before. I kissed her neck, leaving a small bite mark and then returned my lips to her shoulders and then down to her cleavage. Her breasts swelled with each breath. I heard her tell me, "Take me Cary baby, take me" I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the massage table across the room. Her mons was neatly shaven revealing small labia that seemed to glisten in the dimly lit room. I pushed her legs back up and knelt down between her legs. Quickly she wrapped her legs around my neck and held me there as my tongue made its way around her clit, bringing it up fully. She tasted so sweet and I even chuckled to myself about her name. I flicked wide across her clit till she started moving up and down on my face. Her moans were becoming louder with each thrust of her hips. Soon I couldn't hold back anymore, and found myself diving into her cunt. My tongue reaching for her core as I plunged over and over into her puddle. Then I felt her hands tugging on my ears and hair. Wincing I didn't let up, but still managed to fuck her pussy wildly with my tongue and 2 fingers that slipped inside so wonderfully. She let out one of those shrill cries again and announced that she was coming. It was a powerful rush for me to feel her as she erupted all over my face, showering me with her wet beauty. She pulled me to her and held me, laying atop her heaving breasts. I smiled in the knowledge that I had brought her to this place. I slid off of her and slowly put my jeans on. My shirt had been ripped from me, so there wasn't much left to put on. I looked around for my vest and put that on. She just lay there watching me with a contented smile on her face. "Cary, do you think we might see each other sometime?" "Uh, yea...but maybe you could come down to my place instead of here, maybe?" "I would love that!", and she got up from the massage table and came and put her arms around me. She kissed me very softly upon my bruised lips and told me she had a great time and there would be no charge. I just sort of looked at her and then it dawned on me... Candi Candi greeted him with her usual smile as he came into the kitchen, and approached her standing there next to the sink. She had always been a very pleasant girl... kind, and always sensitive of others. Ted wished right now she hadn't been such a great sister. She rested at ease in a simple sheer dress that defined every beautiful curve and angle of her young body. The light streaming in the window, was flooding through that hollow area between her legs highlighting the pillared outline of her finely sculptured legs, and caressing her with its most elemental and adoring light. Ted felt his cock twitch as it always had lately whenever he was around his sister, and elevating itself to an exaggerated state of arousal. He had been having fantasies about her for some time now, and was extremely embarrassed by it. He couldn't help it she was just simply put... that beautiful. Maybe she won't notice this damn boner, he thought to himself. "Hello Ted," she melodiously hailed as he approached her smiling beautifully. "Hello sis," he replied, being careful to avoid her eyes while trying to maintain a safe distance between them. He loved her very much even adored her somewhat, and wouldn't risk damaging his relationship with her for anything. Which made this silly infatuation of his seriously problematic. Candi had graduated high school last year, and was remaining home a year before starting college to work and save as much money as she could before enrolling. It was Saturday, her day off and the two of them pretty much had the house to themselves for the next week. Mom and dad, gone now for a vacation in St. Thomas, and still had a week remaining there. "How have you been lately Candi," he ask her. Hoping as he spoke she wouldn't notice his nine inch raging hard-on, lurching about all over the place. "I've been fine Ted, now come give your sister a hug, and I promise not to bite you," she said laughing as she held her arms out. It was that light girlish giggle she always emitted, when she was extremely happy and pleased. Rising up on her tippy-toes she wrapped her arms around him then kissed him on the cheek. She was pressed firmly against him and Ted nearly fainted. He could feel his sister's firm young breast against his chest, and she had accidentally placed her genital mound right over his obstinate hardness. The warmth flowing from her young pelvis was making his cock spasm against her. His heartbeat was like the roar of thunder in his chest, his face was flushed a bright rose, and his breath was becoming labored. "God, she must feel that he thought, and now she'll know what a pervert I really am." The golden light streaming through the window labored the highlights of her soft blonde hair, elevating the rich highlights there. It fell on her perfectly smooth skin teasing the shadowed hollow at the base of her neck. It caressed her adoringly, and enveloped her with its subtlest tinting glow, giving her an almost angelic appeal. She was outrageously innocent and sweet standing there surrounded by the warmth of its color, he thought. Ted adored her, he couldn't help it... he had tried and failed, resisting his feelings for her was futile. The mere memory of her splendid body the simple scent of her perfume, or the sun light in her hair, gave Ted an instant hard on. "Sleepless nights! O sleepless nights! What agony this love hath wrought in this, my wounded heart," he mused to himself. Just then Candi rose up on her feet, and looking at his shoulder brushed at something on his shirt twisting her body against him as she did so. Inadvertently her vulva had now fully captured Ted's raging hard-on with the clumsiness of her careless movements. Ted suddenly thrust his hips forward involuntarily at the sensation of her movement. Pinning her against the counter, and ramming his enormous cock directly between the folds of her mound. He was shocked at his body's movements, and so embarrassed he wanted to melt through the floor and disappear. He closed his eyes and moaned, "Oh my God Candi, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen!" He stood there motionless, his eyes lowered to the floor to afraid to look up, and fearing her reaction. Candi took his trembling hand with her own squeezing it gently as she said, "You know how much I adore you Ted, there is nothing in the whole of this world you cannot talk with me about." She gently placed a hand on each side of his face, and placing her lips close to his ear she whispered, "It's ok Ted, everything is going to be fine!" Then, to his complete surprise, she kissed him full on his mouth forcing his lips apart, her tongue darting into his mouth to explore the sweetness of his warm cavity, and make known her desire for him. She was pressing her heated vulva against his twitching manhood as she kissed him moaning softly in her throat, and raking her long nails lightly down the back of his neck. With each forward thrust of her body Ted's organ increased in stiffness until at last he was rock hard and directly adjacent to Candi's damp heat. He was lost in the sensation of her warmth against him, the smell of her hair, her firm breast, and most of all the taste of her kiss. Her lips were soft and warm as they touched him, stealing the sweetness of his hot soft mouth. He tingled deliciously from the pressure of her lips, and his body was flushed with heat. His mind was a blank as his heart was beating like trip hammer. Ted's hands went to his sister's satin smooth breast as he began to stroke and softly squeeze the nipples. Slowly lowering one hand to raise Candi's dainty dress, to further explore the wonders of her young virginal form. No longer possessing the power to practice any meaningful kind of restraint, he slid his shaking hand over the mound of her panties feeling the heat and dampness of her passion there. His own body tense and hot as he gingerly outlined the jutting folds of her labia, exploring on he found that sensitive lump, and whipped it once causing Candi to flinch against him, and moan deeply against his mouth. She was whimpering softly as she kissed him, and thrusting herself forward on his exploring hand. The glow of his touch was a trace of fire on her body making her tingle, and adding to the intensity of her already turbulent desire for him. "So long she had waited for this, and now at last the man she loved and adored was touching her. She had always loved Ted, not this way exactly, but always some way, and expressing that love was only natural," she thought. Her feelings for him as a man had not awakened until she had accidentally caught sight of him sleeping late one afternoon so long ago. When the image of his handsome well-defined young body indelibly etched itself on both her memory and her heart. She fell in love with him that afternoon, and began to actively fantasize about him often after that, knowing that he would be her first lover. He had been sleeping that afternoon having a dream, and he looked so adorable lying there naked. His huge cock was standing at attention as he smiled and called her name repeatedly. She had wanted to take him right there at that instant forcing him inside her body, and make love to him. But she had feared shocking him with her rash actions, and frightening him away completely. She pulled her face away momentarily, and looked at her brother with her perfect almond shaped green eyes her desire and love both readily discernable there floating in those flawless pools of green. Standing with her arms around his neck she smiled softly at him with her full shapely lips and softly said, "I love you Ted, and I have wanted to be with you for some time now. But I was afraid to open the subject with you, afraid that you may think me foolish or disgusting. But I'm not afraid anymore Ted, and I want you for my lover." Kissing him firmly afterward, and pressing her mound directly into the outline of his hardness as if accentuating her determination to have him. Candi reached down and let her fingers explore her brother's massive bulge through his trousers, and it was everything she remembered it being. As her small hands touched him she was filled with a strong sense of urgency that made her sex moist between her legs, and her clit flex within her wet recesses. Ted eyes hungrily devoured the image of his sister, her eyes now bright, her face fully flushed a light rose, and the rhythm of her respiration laboriously forced. Ted explained to her that he too had been struggling with his own sexual attraction for her for nearly two years now, and like her, had been afraid of alienating her affection for him with the issue of his infatuation. "I love you Candi, and I'm extremely pleased you want me as your lover," he said. "Now! Your room or mine?" With her soft hand in his they made their way to Candy's room. Ted watched her disrobe her movements both graceful and sure. Every slow agonizing revelation of her body made his heart beat that much harder. Mesmerized by her movements he held his breath as he watched intently, his eyes recording to memory every exquisite detail of her perfectly formed young body. Taking note of her posture, the finely chiseled definition of her legs, the perfectly symmetrical breast, and the dignified set of her small shoulders. She was in his estimation perfect in every possible way. His eyes loving passed over her breasts, and flat thin stomach to linger at the high well formed elegance of her young mound, so smooth, flawless, and bare. His eyes devoured the sight of her high puffy Labia, and the lips of her moist vagina, which gaped slightly, full and perfect. Candi looked down on her brother now completely nude, and her heart was filled with admiration for this beautiful young man. His body so handsome and well developed, she loved him, and she would not disappoint him. Even if she had to lie to him about his performance, she would not bruise his young ego. Her eyes surveyed his enormous organ, and her body yearned to be filled by it. Yearned to have him pound her into whimpering submission, until she lay under his total and complete physical dominance as he took her. "I have waited for you lover, I knew that one day you would feel for me as I felt about you." Nearly whispering she continued, "I am still a virgin Ted, I saved this for you; you're so well endowed down there, please be careful with me." "Candi, I love you and wouldn't hurt you for the world, I will be as gentle as I can." Her words stirred his tenderest emotions, and made him determined to bring as much pleasure to this sensitive and beautiful creature as possible. She lay next to him and nuzzled his cheek with her face, then found the warmth of his mouth with her lips. His body was warm and firm, and her heart raced as his hands explored her. The yearning inside her was nearly uncontrollable, and would soon completely consume everything but her intense drive toward fulfillment. She kissed him with an urgency that surprised even her, driven by the deep power of her long concealed passion for him. Ted's hand found its way to her vulva as his tongue fenced with her own in the spicy warmth of her sweet mouth. His fingers gently gliding over every tender fold of her female organ, lighting a fire in her body that made her moan into his mouth. She was extremely well lubricated, and with moist fingers he began to antagonize her clitoris lightly stroking and then quickly flicking her hard little knob, she trembled against him as he did so, whimpering almost continually. "Oh please Ted, don't stop, EVER!" As he teased her body she whimpered softly into his mouth, and he could feel the tiny bud of her clit grow even harder as his fingers danced about her organ. He experienced the intensity of her heat as he slipped his finger ever so lightly between the swollen lips of her vagina, she was so wet and smooth inside that his cock flexed uncontrollably with the sensation of it. "Oh God Ted, I love you," she whispered into his ear. Candy's hands began to move on her brother's body, and made their way to his rock hard manhood. Grasping him with her fingers she began to gently squeeze and stroke the monster in her hand, coxing it to a higher level of rigidity. "God he's so wonderful she thought, and she wanted all of it in her right now." Ted rolled over between his sister's legs, and beginning at the base of her neck, laid down a trail of moist fire with his tongue, from her creamy smooth neck all the way down to her clit. He began to softly court the shy little stranger, in the valley of her vulva; he swept over her sensitive knob softly at first. Working slowly, he steadily increased both his pressure and speed until he was mercilessly whipping her hard clit with his tongue. She thrashed beneath the powerful hot strokes of his hard tongue, bucking wildly against his young face. Candi had never experienced sensation like this before, as her sensory system was completely dominated by the thrill of his movements. "Oh God Ted, eat me baby, please - please, make me come lover," she cried out. He could sense from her movement, and the melody of her passion that she would achieve her first orgasm very soon. He moaned loudly against her body as he worked, the vibratory sensation causing Candi to arch upward slightly on his face and gasp sharply. "Oh fuck Ted, I can't stand it," she hissed. Candy's breath was sporadic, and her body was now shaking continually, the sensation of her brothers manipulation was nothing short of sweet agony. Her hands were in his hair urging him on in his exploration and holding him tightly against her, as without mercy he pummeled away at her hard little clit. Her body responding with a flood of sweetly fragrant fluids between her legs, fluid that he savored and quickly consumed. He began to force his way into the stronghold of her passion, flicking his tongue rapidly in and out of her, as he traced her anus with a single nail causing her to undulate wildly upward. "Fuck me Ted please, oh God, make me cum before I die!" she cried out at him as her body arched upward on his face and stiffened. It was delicious what he was doing to her body, making her tremble and moan so. She had never experienced anything like it before, this storm building in her body promised to ignore both her reason, and control, then boldly have it's way with her no matter what. She was apprehensive, and a little fearful of this powerful new experience, but overwhelmingly excited too! "God yes Ted! Eat me baby," she cried out as he pleasured her with his tongue! Her legs were shaking and her hands were clutching Ted's hair with a great measure of force, as she thrust upward with all her might into her brother's face, then stiffened remaining completely motionless. Momentarily she collapsed back on the bed with her eyes closed, and trembling as the warmth between her legs radiated outward in powerful waves to fill her entire being. She was temporarily overloaded with erotic sensations as her mind froze with the overwhelming multitude of incoming sensations. She cried out one last time, enrapt with the depth and intensity of her own sweet release. "God Ted! I never knew it would be this wonderful, thank you," she said as she lay back recovering her composure. "Your welcome sis, I'm happy that you enjoyed it," he replied. He looked down on her, as her eyes softly communicated her deepest feelings of love to him. Her contentment seemed to radiate in the warmth of that beautifully smiling face. Knowing he had achieved this for her filled him with a sense of pride. He let her rest momentarily as his hands softly caressed her body, and his eyes rapaciously devoured her glowing beauty. As he lay there, he heard her whisper softly to him, "You will never understand how deeply I love you right now Ted." Her words cloaked him with a sensation of warmth, which penetrated him to the deepest recesses of his heart. When she was ready her small hand once again clasp his rock hard cock. It was then that Ted rolled over between his sister's legs. Then, lowering his head placed one more warm passionate kiss on her sweet shapely lips. Waking once more, the slumbering desire at ease in his body. Ted began to rub his large cock gently up and down Candi's wet valley, slowly teasing her body with his massive instrument. As he kissed her again, he placed the monstrous head at her moist entrance, and began to slowly ease into her warm opening. She was very wet, and Ted played at the entrance of paradise nudging her gently, but without meaningful depth. "Oh God Ted, it's so large," she whispered! Ted pulled slowly back and pushed forward again as he continued on, in this slow and easy manner allowing Candi's body to adjust to this new experience until he was there at last, against the dreaded hymen. He told her, "This will probably be uncomfortable now Candi, but it won't last long, I'm sorry." "It's ok Ted, I'm ready, I have waited to long for this to stop here," she told him. Easing forward he mutilated the tender flesh inside her body, as she gave a painful report against the side of his neck with her arms wrapped tightly around him. But slowly not long after, her lovely melodious tones of carnality once again resounded favorably in his ears, and what sweet food it was to his soul. Candi gave out a sharp gasp as his cock parted her swollen vaginal lips, and invaded her most private area. Quivering she rolled her body up around him, then unconsciously bit his shoulder and raked his back with her sharp nails, as her conscious focus was overwhelmed by the sensations of her new experience. "Oh Ted, please fuck me, please, if you don't I'll just die I know I will," she moaned shyly. As she desperately sought to manipulate her body movements to capture an even greater portion of his shaft to satisfy her raging hunger. It was music to his ears, and he hesitated no longer, but eased the first six inches into her scorching cavern then paused there to enjoy the heat and wetness of her body as it clutched his firm staff! Ted had worked seven inches into her, and she was still very tight in spite of her abundant moisture. She was running her hands lightly over his body now, as she began to thrust upward on his cock. It was all he could do to contain his joy at the sensation of her movements on his body. Multiple waves of physical joy rolled through Candi's body as Ted relentlessly hammered his cock in and out of his older sister's orifice. "Candi mused in herself, their had been no need for concern about Ted's ability, as he was now playing her body, as precisely as he played his electric guitar. He was an excellent lover, and she was totally enthralled with his musical score." Ted quickened his pace inside her body, his urgency building in intensity. Candi was now thrusting upward on his cock in wild abandonment, moaning softly and cooing as she went. There was nothing between them now, but that deep animal need for release. Like a multitude of brightly lit falling stars their passion cascaded around their body's enlightening both their hearts with a radiant glow, and warming the love they shared to unprecedented levels. She screamed then stiffened with her legs wrapped around him, and her face buried in the side of his neck as her body shook uncontrollably. Her vaginal muscles milked Ted's huge cock for all it was worth like a soft gentle hand squeezing and stroking his hardness. "Oh God Ted, fuck me hard, tear me in two baby, God this is wonderful," she told him. This orgasm was much more intense than the first, as it rolled through her body like a young summer storm, wild, and uncontrollable taking her completely by force. She looked up at his handsome face, and a deep feeling of love swept over her, and she then realized that she wanted to be his forever. Candi She could feel the spasms of his thick hot cock inside the walls of her pussy, and they were strong and wonderful. He came like thunder blasting the inside of her vaginal passage full of his hot creamy fluid. With each powerful thrust, a wave of intense satisfaction radiated from her organ outward through the rest of her young body. Her body was filled with a deep sense of fulfillment as her lover finished inside her, and the light of her contentment was a brilliant sheen in her eyes. "My God Candi, that was the most remarkable experience of my life," he told her. "My feelings exactly she echoed - you're a wonderful lover Ted, I just knew you would be. You wont despise me now that you've had me will you love, she ask timidly? "Never Candi, "he whispered softly. She rolled to her side her eyes holding his steadily, and kissed him full on his young mouth... deliriously happy. They made love numerous times until their parents finished vacationing and came home. Afterward they shared many different adventures together, both at home, and in some public places continuing to grow together sexually. Candi Candi's online profile said she was thirty-something, we met in a lesbian chat room. I was curious about what ladies in same sex relationships talked about, so I entered a room to hang out for a minute or two and was about to leave when Candi whispered me. She said she was married to man, but was bi sexual. I didn't know what to say so I didn't respond. She asked if I was lesbian, Bi or curious. I told her I'm straight and explained my reason for being in the room. I told her I was room surfing and stopped in to say hello to the room, something I do a lot in other rooms. She said no problem and explained she was lonely because her husband worked long hours out of town. She needed a little company tonight and asked if I could chat with her for awhile. I told her that I did not cyber and wasn't "into" women at all. She told me that it was fine and was only looking for someone to chat with. "Sure." I said. She asked if I was seeing anyone, and I told her I was married. She asked me intimate questions about my relationship, like if I had sex that evening. I swallowed hard before giving her my answer, and told her "No." What in the hell was I doing? Chatting with a woman, who said she found my conversation with her very exciting. "Thank you." I replied; seeing this as a good time to head for the exit. Then she asked me if I'd ever had a threesome. I told her "No." Candi asked if I would consider a threesome with my husband. Being honest I told her only if he allowed the third party to be male. Candi hit me back with an "Mmmmmmmm." This was follow by characters :) which is the emoticon symbol for a smile online. She slowly peeled away my inhibitions about speaking so openly online. She probed me with questions working up to her "coup de grau". Candi asked if I would ever consider letting her "taste me" if she was the other party in our bedroom. I had truly primal fight or flight emotions about answering that question. I wondered if I should run or answer the question. I told myself this is totally safe, she doesn't know me and never will. I told Candi that I was not into cybering with men and surely I wasn't doing women. Then I remembered this was the reason for me being here. To find out what women talked about in rooms like this. I replied "No.", but I would consider letting her "play with my husband" if she liked. Candi said she had one herself and wasn't interested in another penis. What she wanted to play with was something soft, moist, and pink like hers. I told her I wasn't sure but, maybe if I was drunk and passed out I might. Her reply to that was, "LOL". I had to laugh as well. I hated sounding like some prude, one who wasn't yet ready to experiment with adult pleasures. I decided to sip on a glass of wine; a little liquid courage might be needed. I poured a glass of wine and sat down to enjoy my online night with the girls. She asked if we could role play. The wine was starting to relax me and I said "Yes." The following is an excerpt of our conversation. Candi: Can I kiss you? I almost choked on the glass of wine. I slammed it back fast and poured myself another, vowing from here on out I would follow her lead. I could always blame it on the wine. Lola: Yes. Candi: [ ;) Places her hand on Lola's knee] How does it feel? Lola: [I'm shaking a little bit]. I wasn't sure what to say, to be honest. Candi: Relax. Can I move my hand up your thigh? Lola: Yes. Damn...I typed it too fast. Candi: Mmmmmm Lola: Ohhhhhh Candi: [kisses Lola's neck] Lola: You're moving too fast now. Candi: Mmmmm Lola: Ohhhhhh Candi: [slides her hand between legs brushes fingers against Lola] Lola: Mmmmmmm Candi: How does my hand feel between your legs? I quickly sipped my glass of wine and began seriously visualizing this bizarre game of slap and tickle with Candi. Lola: Your hands feel warm and soft on my skin. Candi: Can I rub your clit through your panties? Lola: Yes Candi: Mmmmmmm Lola: Feeling weird herrrreee Candi: Mmmmmmm. I'm typing with one hand ;) I started to relax and allow myself to be taken by Candi. She soothed my fears and gently coaxed me to reveal how she could make me cum. Lola: I like the sensation of your soft mouth exploring me. I love to have my nipples pinched as your tongue pleasures me. Actual waves of pleasure did flow over my body; I thought I might really have an orgasm describing what I liked so openly with a virtual stranger. Candi: [Flicking my tongue in and out of you quickly] Lola: Oooooooooh... [Spreading legs wide] Candi: [Kissing clit, then sucking it softly while pinching nipples] Lola: [Starting to shake. About to cum] Candi: Mmmmmmmmmm... OMG Lola, you have me so hot I have my fingers buried deep in my pussy! Really... Mmmmmmmmm I closed my eyes and visualized myself squirting onto her face, teasing her nose with my clit as I rolled my hips around enjoying her tongue dancing on my pussy. This was feeling weird. I released a big gush of "something" warm in my panties. I couldn't stop shaking from the pleasure that she was wringing out of my body. Lola: I am really cumming. Omg I just soaked my panties. Candi: So did I! We exchanged email addresses. That was my first Internet cyber experience with a woman. Candi and Mia and Nancy "Nice spot for a party," Candi Martin smiled, gazing around the interior of the luxurious beach house, then giving Mia Nelson, her latest model find and newest bedroom conquest, a suggestive wink. Candi shivered, looking at the honey-blonde's sensational bod in the snug, glittery hot-pants ensemble Mia had chosen to tempt her with. Speaking of luxurious, Candi realized, not-for-the-first-time, Mia Nelson certainly looked the part. Absolutely, a woman as spectacular as Mia belonged in such luxurious surroundings. Certainly, from Candi's horny point-of-view, gorgeous Mia and her sweet, sweet pussy were the ultimate luxuries any woman could possess! Or man, Candi reflected, bitterly. Overcome with envy and resentment of Alvin Nelson, Candi angrily acknowledged her true belief. That a woman as luscious as Mia Nelson was wasted with a man. Only another woman, Candi believed, could truly appreciate, love and enjoy everything sexy Mia had to offer. And give back to such a woman, all the delights she deserved. Mia's husband was out of town, she had finally consented to another date, asking Candi to meet her at her and Alvin's beach house. After a week of either dodging Candi's calls or coming up with excuses to avoid getting together with a hot-cunted but frustrated Candi. And the horny photographer, desperate to get back with the spectacular Mia became very pissed. 'Fancy-assed cunt.' Candi thought. Playing hard to get. Lucky she was just the hottest fuck Candi had ever had or Candi, never one to pursue any particular cunt when she had so many available, might have just written Mia off. But the truth was, Candi was on the verge of being obsessed with Mia Nelson. "I was beginning to think we'd never get our pussies together again, honey," Candi smiled back, drifting over to Mia, sliding her left arm around the pliant, yielding waist. "Every time we talk on the phone I get a stiff clit. But you've been playing very hard-to-get, haven't you doll?" Mia giggled, wetting her luscious mouth, turning it up to Candi for kisses, her green eyes fastened on Candi's titties inside the frilly blouse. "Alvin's as suspicious as hell." "Shit," Candi said. "What's he got to say about anything? Besides supplying you with money? I bet he's getting some on the side when he's out of town, like now." "Well, you know how men are," Mia said. "He wants to play around and I'm supposed to save my goodies for him." "I know," Candi said dryly. "One reason I've always chosen chicks." Candi giggled, patting Mia's beautiful ass. A mingling of expensive cologne and pussy aroma reached her nostrils, her clitoris tingled. Her cunt in the sheer black panties beneath her miniskirt was already turning juicy. Remembering the feel of that sweet, hot cunt of Mia's against her crotch made her slightly dizzy. "Got some more nice kisses for me, honey-babe?" Candi murmured, getting both arms around Mia's waist. "Oh, wow, baby, you know it! But let's have a drink first, honey," Mia said, struggling a little. Those lush big tits straining at the pants-suit top, her charisma of total feminine allure, her teasing manner were driving Candi nuts. "Cunt-teaser," Candi giggled. "You been spreading out for some other chick?" Mia laughed. "Oh, maybe, baby. You get lots of pussy, so why shouldn't I?" "Shit, there's no other pussy like yours, baby," Candi breathed, her clit stiffening. "Not like yours, luscious!" Mia sipped her drink and slid closer to Candi on the couch. "Ooooh, baby, you really know how to talk to a chick, don't you?" Mia said, shivering. She was letting her mouth position for a kiss and Candi did not let that opportunity slip by. She took handfuls of Mia's hair, held her head gently in place and her lips and tongue went to town on the sweet mouth of Mia Nelson. One of Candi's hands slipped from Mia's hair and slicked down and squeezed Mia's ass. Reluctantly, Candi released her hold on Mia and watched her slowly, teasingly, get to her feet. Candi's hands trembled as she watched the beautiful honey-blonde slide her pants down from her ass. The mini-panties were very sheer, so was her bra. Jeeeese, what a pair of knockers! Mia's sexiness was drawing clear wetness into Candi's panties. "This should be a real fun evening," Mia giggled, sitting her ass back down on the couch and snuggling up against Candi. "Well, if you don't think that, baby, just reach down and feel my cunt," Candi smiled, gazing at Mia's tits in the sheer, smoky bra. "It's hot and throbbing and runny just for you, sweetie!" Mia was shaky with excitement. She'd had to put Candi off for a week due to Alvin's suspicion and jealousy and she supposed she was playing hard-to-get a little as Candi had feared. Not that she wasn't boiling hot for Candi, after the unparalleled thrills of their session at Candi's studio. No! She was just a little concerned. Up 'til now it had been child's play to convince Alvin she was hot for his prick, but Mia was worried that the more she enjoyed cunt-rubbing with Candi, the more often she and Candi brought their pussies together, it might become beyond her acting skills to put on a good act for Alvin. After all, the man wasn't dumb. So, yeah, she was raging hot for Candi and looking forward to thrilling play-time with the sexy photographer and after a week, what better time than when Alvin was off, out of town? Alvin was so damned square, he didn't know what real fun was all about. If he made out with that lush young secretary of his, she wouldn't care — as long as she didn't lose her setup. He was a very good provider of luxuries. Mia and Candi kissed. Their hot lips clung together as their tongues played together and their hands wandered all around each other's bodies. Then Candi stood and drew Mia to her feet. And then Candi was sliding her rounded, slender body in close. Her pantied cunt nestled deliciously against Mia's pussy, her sharp, hard tits thrust at Mia's tender boobs. "Jeeeesus, I've really got a hard-on, honey!" Candi breathed, hunching. "I've been dreaming about that sweet, hot cunt of yours all week." Mia shuddered. "Oh, me too, Candi! It was torture not seeing you for a whole week!" "You don't know how glad I am to hear it, Mia," Candi whispered, her mouth just inches from Mia's eager, opening lips. "I'm gonna fuck you till you faint." Oh, she really wants my pussy, Mia thought, more juice leaking out into her panties. I'm starting to think I'm better off with chicks. I'm certainly turning on better with Candi than Alvin. We're right for each other! Soft music was playing and Candi pulled Mia tight and the two women swayed to the music, dancing closely together. But both the women were incredibly hot for one other and soon Candi's slow, sexy waltz with Mia morphed into worming her mons into Mia's cuntmound, her hands on the hot blonde's ass pulling luscious Mia's crotch as tight as she could to her own. Tremors of achy need bunched in Mia's crotch, she opened her thighs and the luscious wet push of the slender girl's cunt, even though both wore their panties, swept her lust toward a peak. As Candi's tongue stroked into Mia's waiting, clinging lips, her clit started to burn with erotic fire, her breasts puffed out, she seized Candi around the neck. It was like their first hot kiss in Candi's studio, only sweeter. Mia tipped her burning cunt out farther, Candi shuddered, her tongue dived and dived! The dreamy pulse of the music, the fever in Mia's body, the mash of their mouths together, and Candi's eager humping started Mia's climax! Her thighs shook, her ass moved quickly in when Candi's ass bucked, her legs weakened as the streams of honey shot up them to her tingling clit! Her tongue wrestled with Candi's tongue, she moaned deep in her throat, felt Candi's tightening grip, and what Mia had been dreaming about all week was finally happening! She's pulling the fun from my cunt real fast! Mia thought dizzily. Ohhh, I don't even have that nice stinger of her's in my pussy! Just her mouth and her body are enough! There IS something special about going off with Candi, she makes my body come ALIVE! Throb after luscious throb beat through Mia's loins, her moans turned into a muffled cries of delight, she staggered and nearly fell! The silky squeeze and jiggle of their pantied cunts satisfied a deep craving in Mia's being, she was blowing her mind! Ohhhh, what a fun way to start a party! Candi wasn't coming, but she was really enjoying Mia's wiggles! "Oh, you hot, beautiful twat!" Candi panted into Mia's puffy lips. "Just wait till later, I'll get you off lots better!" "Ohhh, riiiiight!" Mia panted, the pulsing aftermath tearing through her pelvis, enriching her lust. They broke apart and Mia felt a whole flood of her fun-juice running down her legs. She staggered toward the bathroom, Candi right behind her. Candi and Mia enjoyed a warm bath together. A fun bath, full of cozy, wet cuddles, hugs and kisses. Freshened and totally naked now, Candi and Mia stood in the rest room, drying each other, fondling each other's bodies. Still flushed and excited from her orgasm, Mia was turning on again. Her big, beautiful tits were full and hard, her coral nipples as stiff as Candi's clit. She had waited so long to get it in Mia's dainty cunt she was feverish! "Let me sit down, honey," Mia giggled, pushing her crotch at Candi's right hand. "Getting my fun standing up is hard on my legs!" "Ah, sweetie, I wouldn't wanna cause any pain to those luscious legs of yours! I'll have your ass on a bed pretty soon," Candi breathed. She ran her play finger up and down Mia's cuntslit, gripping the curvy ass with her left hand. Mia shivered, her thighs spreading, her puffy mouth waiting for more tongue and lips. "Jeeeesus, we really groove, huh, don't we, darlin'?" Candi murmured. Mia gasped. She was caressing Candi's sharply-peaked tits, her slender waist. Candi laughed. She released Mia and steered her out into the big party room. They moved to the big sofa, Mia floating down at Candi's left, her luscious thighs already spreading, her green eyes aflame with lust. "Ohhh, shit!" Candi said, shivering. "I really am gonna give you the best fucking you ever had in your life." Her hand returned to Mia's swelling, dewy cunt. She had big plans for this chesty piece, very big plans indeed. With sure deftness, she eased her play finger into Mia's shivery cunt, fastened her thumb to the sweet clitnub, and aimed her mouth at a hard, tempting pink nipple. Mia hunched out and up, a little hungry gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. She clutched at Candi's shoulders, arching her tits toward Candi. As Candi began to tease and finger-fuck Mia toward another go-off, the beautiful honey-blonde moaned. "Ohhhh, that's good, honey!" Mia moaned. "Don't ever stop!" Candi shuddered, fastened her lips around a dainty tit-peak and sucked, winding her tongue across the tender, stiffening nipple. This was what it was all about, drawing the thrills from a very sexy girl's bod, feeling the little quakes of mounting need, the soft girlish whimpers of joy. In a sweet daze of lust, Mia began to coast delectably toward her peak. Candi was so expert! She knew every little sensitive zone in a girl's cunt, there was something very special about the way Candi was inching the nuances of pleasure from her loins! She remembered the neat feel of Candi's long clit in her eager pussy, her head spun around, she hunched and hunched! Suddenly they were sliding to the carpeted floor, Mia's legs opened wide, and slender Candi was climbing between her thighs, the playful finger was smoothly replaced by that stinger at the top of Candi's cunt! As it bored into Mia's trembling cuntflesh, as Candi began to fuck in slow, lingering cadence, Mia jerked her thighs away back, her breast curved high, her cuntmouth twitched against Candi's wet, hot cunt! "OHH, Sweet Jeeeeeesus, that's sexy cunt!" Candi panted, her little pecker tensing in Mia's eager flesh. "I didn't get my gun off that other time, but I'm going to make it this time, baby!" "OHH, yessss!" Mia gasped. "Bang me real hard, honey! Bang me 'til you pop! 'Til we both blow! Ohhhh, I'm soooooo ready!" Candi shook wildly. She had never turned on so swiftly in her life! As much as she wanted to drag out the screw, she knew she would have to do that next time. The aroma, the flavor, the feel of this lush bundle was driving her nuts! Her clit felt as long as a real cock! The achy need in her loins had to explode! Bracing her torso high, looking down at the twisting, beautiful face of Mia, those high, full tits, Candi started into her short strokes. What she had waited for and dreamed about for too many long days was starting to happen! She had taken this beauty from Alvin, she had more to offer than that fucker did with all his cash. The sweet mash of Mia's heated pussy, the shake of her long, lush, superb thighs on Candi's restless hips and waist, the sudden lift of her beautiful ass as Mia fucked back, her fierce moan of need, the claw of her fingers on Candi's shoulders, started the fun! Heavenly twinges of lust drew along her legs to her busy ass! "OHHH, fuuuuuuuk, shiiiiit!" Candi whined, jabbing her clit swiftly. "I'm coming off in your cunt, honey! Blow your mind, get your sweet fun-gun OFF!" "NNNNN — OHH, OH, OH, OHH!" Mia cried, her cunt fluttering around Candi's driving girlie prick. "OHH, yes, yes! Here it commmmmmmmmes!" Candi shouted! It was as if a hot poker had been jammed into her ass! The searching, surging pounds of her cumjoy tore her whole pelvis! Each beat seemed to stiffen her clit even more, her thrill-filled pussy was pouring hot honey into the sweetest cunt in the world. To mingle with the sweet syrup that Mia's cunt was was gushing in copious amounts into her's. ******** It was now a couple of weeks since Candi and Mia had partied together at Alvin Nelson's luxurious beach house. Lots had happened. Mia was now living with Candi and Nancy and Candi had stuggled mightily to keep her two babes apart. Not that she cared if they eventually got together. No! She wanted that. She just wanted it to happen 'when' she wanted it and under her control. Accordingly, Candi had waited and planned for this particular night. "Now we're gonna have a real party, girls," Candi Martin smiled, looking at Mia and then at Nancy. The beautiful honey-blonde wore a black baby-doll outfit and long black nylons and cute young Nancy had nothing on but wild pink crotchless panties and a very sheer bikini bra. They were 'show' undies she had brought from her studio, the kind she dressed some models in for girlie magazine photos. When she got a hard-on she wanted her pieces to look their sexiest. And her clit was really itchy tonight. Music floated softly around the living room at Candi's fancy condo, the lights were not too bright, she had already served the girls two martinis apiece. More were already waiting in the silver shaker. Gin was a great cunt-warmer. And a great panty-remover. Not that Candi expected that there would be any problem at all removing the panties covering the two hot pussies she had at her disposal this evening! "Oh, wow!" Nancy giggled, gazing admiringly at Candi. The sexy photographer was proud of her appearance. She wore black velvet gloves that reached to her elbows, very dark webbed hose, very high heels, a black velvet band around her throat — and nothing else. Dressing 'mannish' was no longer necessary, she had conquered these cunts, they were hers to enjoy. Mia was off her high horse, getting turned out by Alvin after the private eye her husband had hired had presented him with the pictures he had managed to get of Candi and Mia that night at the beach house. Mia figured she could probably flag her ass around in a miniskirt and pick up another rich husband, but right now Candi was giving her modeling work and a room at her condo, along with the delectable Nancy. Perhaps Mia didn't have all the luxuries of her set-up with Alvin but she was having, night after night after night, since moving from Alvin's bed to Candi's, the best sex of the 24-year-old's life. She was going to get as much of that beautiful cunt of Candi's as she possibly could. She knew she was sharing Candi's pussy with the beautiful, eager, young Nancy - not to mention the efficient and beautiful Laura - but, always confident of her looks, of those spectacular looks, that, all by themselves had brought Mia this far, she fully-well, absolutely knew she was Candi's special one. She knew, even as cool as Candi liked to play it, sometimes, that she had the sexy photographer totally hooked on her! She determined that she'd ride this set-up for as long as she could. This was Friday evening. Candi had given Mia a good fucking Thursday night in her own bedroom, and she had banged Nancy this morning in the guest room, but she had waited until tonight to bring them together. They were ready for it. Candi had paved the way. She had kept Nancy busy so the two would not be playing around with each other; Candi wanted to be there when that happened. Later, Candi figured, she'd bring sexy Laura Wheeler into the mix. "I was never in on a thing like this!" Nancy exclaimed. She was perched prettily in a chair, sipping at her third martini. Mia laughed. Sprawled on the big sofa, she gave Candi a hungry, knowing look. "This should be real fun!" "I'll make it fun," Candi smiled, moving over to pose so both girls could see her naked cunt and cute, pointy breasts. She undulated her ass in time to the music, rich tingles streaking up her legs to her itchy clit. It was getting hard, the pink wet tip was already peeking out from her puffing labia. She kept her pubic hair trimmed to display her cunt better. Both girls watched it. "Ohhh, this is something!" Nancy breathed, moving off her stool to snuggle up close to Candi. Not to be left out, Mia stood and wiggled her hot ass over and cuddled close to Candi on the other side. Right in her glory, Candi slid her circling left hand upward and cradled one of Mia's beautiful big tits in the silky covering. She teased the nipple into erectness, feeling the lusty honey-blonde tremble. Her right hand was busy too, squeezing and rolling Nancy's luscious ass-curves. Both girls were turning on good! As Candi knew they would. Candi drew her right arm from around Nancy, who was watching avidly, and now that this hand was not filled with Nancy's ass-flesh she twirled Mia around, stood behind her and filled her free hand with Mia's other swelling tit. She fit her crotch to Mia's rounded ass, bouncing Mia's titties, hunching playfully. Mia was a much better fuck than Nancy, more uninhibited, she heated up faster. Mia trembled. "Ooooh, Candi," she moaned. "I luv it, sexy. I just luv the way you handle my titties!" "Don't I know it!" Candi murmured, squeezing Mia's bountiful tits. The warm, silky ass curving back into Candi's heating crotch sent daggers of need through Candi's being. She tried to find the honey-blonde's anus with her tingling clit, and wow! There it was! Mia loved to have a finger in there when Candi was nibbling her dewy, responsive cunt. Watching Candi and Mia kissing now, Nancy's legs trembled, her pussy was swelling inside her fancy red panties, her nipples tingled. Even Candi's expertness had never warmed up her cunt so fast! After her trip to that sex-gadget store with her model buddy, Colleen, she had been thinking more and more about how one of those prick-shaped things that Colleen had purchased would feel in her virginal cunt. She adored all the things Candi did for her, giving her a nice home and modeling jobs and enough pussy-rubbing to satisfy her needs, but a deeper need was building in her loins. She wanted something larger and longer than a finger or even Candi's talented girlie-fuck-prick gliding in her eager cunt. Candi and Mia and Nancy If Candi doesn't break my cherry soon, I'M going to! she thought, trembling. She couldn't tear her eyes from from the older women and she eagerly followed the two kissing figures, who were locked together, as Candi steered Mia down the hall, into her bedroom and backed her over until the hot blonde fell back on Candi's soft, comfy, cozy bed. The beautiful blonde's baby-doll outfit was gone, peeled off by Candi and discarded along the hallway. Mia was lying back on the mattress, her rich long thighs opening for Candi's pleasure. The sexy boss of the bunch removed her long, black gloves and kicked off her high-heeled sandals. She swept between Mia's legs, their cunts met, Candi's head lowered toward Mia's peaked, coral-nippled tits. Candi's ass tensed and moved as she rubbed her pussy all around Mia's! "Ohhhh, hurry and get me off, honey!" Mia cried, her thighs swinging away back above her shoulders. "I can't wait for the thrills!" Although Nancy had heard this same bed jiggling the last time Candi and Mia had fucked, and she'd certainly played out this exact scenario with sexy Candi, she had never actually watched two girls doing it. The whole scene was just terribly fascinating! And arousing! Feverishly, Nancy unfastened her bra, slid her panties down from her ass, her legs so weak she could no longer stand! She fell into a nearby chair, her legs opened, her tittles full and achy, her cunt aflame and runny with goading lust. "Does little Nancy turn you on, honey? Would you like a go at her pussy?" Candi said, her mouth just above Mia's swollen titties. She hunched her ass. "Oh — she turns me on some, sure, and yeah, I'll fuck her if you'll let me, but, darlin', your little girlie-cock does it all for me!" Mia cried. "Come on! Fuck me real good! Throw me some cunt, Candi-girl!" "Oh, wow, yes, ma'am, I'm gonna bang you plenty tonight, sugar-doll!" Candi said, her voice thick with lust for Mia. She took a moment, without ceasing her cunt-rubs of squirming Mia, to look over at Nancy. "Go ahead and play with it, sweetie. I know you're hot for a cum. Look in the drawer in that nightstand beside you. I put something in there for you, baby, something I'm sure you're just gonna love!" Oh, she drives me crazy every time, Nancy thought, more wetness leaking from her puffy cunt. Nancy shuddered, sliding her right hand down to her aching, burning pussy. She had not needed to use her fingers much lately, Candi had been bringing most of her goodies, but now she had to finish soon! In some ways, Candi was like a man — except she usually lasted longer than any man - but once she got her stinger in a cunt she hated to take it out. Nancy was sure she would be fucking Mia for a long, long time. The way Candi acted, she was going to get her pistol popped before she quit on Mia. It was obvious to Nancy, not that it bothered her all that much, that Candi preferred Mia, she was just terribly beautiful and sexy. But no-longer-naive Nancy had been going on lots of modeling gigs with lots of hot girls who had made it very plain that they had the hots for Nancy. She figured, even if Candi dumped her to concentrate solely on Mia, she'd make out all right! She'd never lack for cunt! Of that she was certain! Curious as to what Candi had left in the drawer for her, Nancy slid open the drawer and spotted a long, round, latex tube. It was a deep purple color and though she'd had no experience with any, real or otherwise, besides looking at the one Colleen had purchased, Nancy knew it was shaped like a cock . . . And, naive as she might have once been, and as dedicated a lesbian as she now was, young Nancy still knew, full-well, what a cock was for! Nancy watched as Candi was beginning to fuck Mia in earnest, now. She was kissing Mia's nipples, her pretty ass working in the old, familiar cadence — stroke, stroke, stroke, then a rest. Mia's whimpers of delight, her shaking thighs, said she was getting her enjoys! A faint, wet mushy sound came from their fastened cunts. Nancy seized the tube, brought the rounded end down to her cunt and arched her crotch high, nudging the 'head' between her labia which was plenty wet enough to let it snuggle in easily. Ohhhh, it felt neat! Her tender, swollen cuntlips clasped the object as if it were a real cock! Or as Nancy imagined her cunt would grasp a boy's pecker. Using her fingers to lube the rest of the tube with her sugary cunt-leaks, she kept easing the dildo in, slowly, savoring the thrills it was bringing her. When the 'knob' touched Nancy's hymen, another rage of thrills bunched in her crotch, she shot her left hand to her expanded titties, stroking her fingers across the tender, dark nipples. Ohhhhh, dreamy! Nancy figured, if she ever did try a real pecker, no guy in the world would expect her to be a 'virgin' at her age! She had been girl-fucked, her pussy had been licked and sucked and kissed and played with by Candi until she no longer considered herself a virgin anyway. Actually her friend, Colleen, had made Nancy a proposition just a few days earlier. A party with Colleen, Nancy, and Colleen's boyfriend! Nancy knew her friend, sexy, young Colleen, swung both ways. Oh, there were a lot of fun things she wanted to try; Candi had 'awakened' her to the point where she needed sex a lot oftener. The way guys and gals both stared at her when she wiggled down the street gave her oodles of thrills; Candi had told her that she was becoming a real good piece of ass. I'm going to know what a prick feels like if I decide I ever want one and let Colleen's boyfriend fuck me, she thought, pushing her object in farther. But as long as I'm living with Candi, I better save my pussy for her. And maybe Mia, too. She's been acting like she wants to fuck me. And what about sexy Laura Wheeler? She's had eyes for me ever since I got here. I've had a hard time resisting the plays she's made for me! The knob pressed into her maidenhead, a new sweet urgency in her crotch shook her whole body, and suddenly, bravely, she pushed in hard! A little twinge of pain made her gasp, but nobody heard it. Mia's pleasure-screams drowned her out as Candi and Mia were having too much fun of their own! "OHH—OHH— shiiiiit — fuuuuuck!" Candi bleated, rattling the bed in front of Nancy. "I'm getting my gun!" Waves of mingled envy and delight swept Nancy's loins. Her imitation cock was IN! The luscious filling of her cunt, clear to the depths, brought a moan from her lips. It was so good she could hardly believe her senses. Her hips began to lift as if her butt had coil springs! The slide of the tube on her achy clitzone, the realistic pumping in her unpricked cunt, pulled her toward her climax! Her thighs quivered, her titties swelled out farther, the first stings of her delight shot delectably to the tensing nub of her clitoris! Sweet honey pulsed from her girlie thing, her fun was happening in deeper this time. "OH, oh, oh, ohhhhhh OHH!" she cried, fucking herself swiftly with the cock-shaped tube. The goody throbs shook her ass and legs and shoulders, she was having a real wow of a time! The twinges lasted longer, they were coming from her anus, too! She slumped, panting, as the aftermath washed her loins and titties. She looked down at her cunt and saw redness mixed in with her pussy-juice, the whole tube was slick and wet with her girl-come and her cherry-blood. Before she could drop the object, Candi raised her flushed face from Mia's swollen tits and looked over at Nancy. "Why, you little hot-puss!" Candi exclaimed. "Oh, I just couldn't wait any longer, honey!" Nancy breathed. "Hell, that's okay, sweetie," Candi giggled, keeping her cunt mashed into Mia's cunt, the honey-blonde's legs wrapped around her. She still looked dazed by the fuck she had just received. Candi humped a few more times, giving Mia a few more thrills, then, as Mia unwrapped her legs, she rolled away, the pink spike of her sex still protruding from between her puffed cuntlips. Her whole crotch was shiny and wet with pussy juice. She was like a lithe female tiger, she stared at Nancy's crotch with ferocious interest. "Okay, gals — back out in the living room," she said, crawling from the bed. "I want another martini then I want to eat some pussy." She glanced at the moistened tube in Nancy's fingers, and giggled. "I guess you're not cherry anymore, Nancy-girl!" Nancy blushed furiously. Mia swung off the bed gazing at Nancy. Her drooling cunt was fascinating to Mia too! "You know, doll," Candi chuckled, putting her arm around Nancy. "If you liked that, girl, I have one that I can strap around me and really give you a fuck!" "Oh, yes, oh, please, oh, yes!" Nancy gurgled, thinking that surely a full cock attached to Candi would easily equal anything Colleen's boyfriend might have to offer! Nancy's eyes gleamed! All three women laughed, hugging and kissing. Some party! Just the way Candi had planned! Moments later, after they had freshened themselves in the rest room, the girls were having another martini apiece, served by Candi. There was no hurry, they had all the time in the world for more dreamy fun things. I knew they'd eat this up, Candi thought, looking from one to the other. Mia and Nancy sat on the sofa, Candi was perched on a bar stool, facing them, her legs open so they could see her cunt and the tip of her tumid clitoris. "I thought you were going to eat me," Nancy giggled. She let her soft, pretty thighs spread invitingly. Her dark, tempting nipples were stiffening. "Oh, I will, honey," Candi smiled. "Don't ever you worry! Why don't you two have a little fun first, kind of get acquainted, huh?" "Oh, she's right, honey," Nancy giggled. She upended her glass and looked at Mia. Mia squirmed lazily, combing her fingers through her long, sexy mane. "I've been jealous and wanting a piece with you! Get over here close, doll!" "Love to," Mia said, gazing down at Nancy's pretty, swollen cunt. "You don't have to ask me twice, baby-girl!" She put her own empty glass aside and scooted closer to Nancy. Candi took a sip from her glass and chuckled, "Go for it, dolls! This'll give me a real good hard-on." She twitched her ass on the bar stool. "That cum in the bedroom just about tore my ass out! But you two surely must know that's not enough for me!" They all giggled. Nancy shivered, sliding her left arm across Mia's creamy shoulders. Although she was younger, Mia evidently wanted Nancy to start the pussy-play. Well, she was a big girl now, she had lost her cherry tonight, and as fascinating as Candi was, Mia had her own kind of indolent allure. Nancy pressed her ass in closer to Mia's velvety bod and lifted her right hand to the honey-blonde's outcurving tits. What a lovely, big, luscious pair of boobies! Mia trembled, opened her long, full thighs, and softened, turning her head for a kiss. Nancy brushed her mouth into Mia's parted, silky lips, tasting what was left of her lip-gloss after all the furious kissing she'd done with Candi. She slid her tongue between them. The sweet cling of Mia's mouth, the lazy flirt of her tongue around Nancy's tongue, fired Nancy's lust. Candi had never let her take the 'lead' role, she wanted to be boss. This was so different, it awakened a sweet latent craving in her being, her ass already was squirming with anticipation. Waves of lilac perfume and pussy aroma bladed her senses, she cuddled her hand around and under Mia's thrusting breasts, roving her fingers from one swelling nipple to the other. An eager moan rose in Mia's throat, her arms went around Nancy's neck, her soft right thigh slipped across Nancy's legs. Oh, I love this! Nancy thought, her cunt starting its hot ache again. While Candi's at work, when I'm done my job, I'll slip back here to the apartment and have this beautiful blonde all for myself! Candi watched the two girls sucking tongues and her clit flexed into neat hardness. Mia's wide-open velvety thighs, the dewy cunt uptilted for caresses, was too tempting! She leaped from the stool, raced to the sofa and sank to her knees, sliding her hands beneath Mia's warm, silky ass. Her eager tongue shot out, she brought her head down and wiggled her her warm tongue across Mia's dewy, fragrant cuntmound. Candi had anticipated this night and she was really turned on the way her two house-mates were really grooving together. Nancy was surprisingly bold, she was learning the big city ways. Wiggling her tongue into Mia's fragrant, shivery cunt, Candi let her know who was boss girl. Mia's hips arched up and out, her thighs trembled, she moaned her delight. Her mouth broke from Nancy's lips, she sank back on the sofa, her beautiful face flushed with lust. "Ohhhhh, Candi!" she whimpered. Her hands clutched at Candi's shoulders, Nancy kept her hands on Mia's bulging, hard-nippled tits. Candi stroked her tongue in the alluring, dainty cunt. She was feasting on her very favorite dish, hands fastened to a velvety, yielding ass, her right middle finger toying with the tender anus. Oh, this is living! Candi thought, sipping the girl-honey from Mia's pussy, feeling the tremors of mounting joy. Everything turned out right to turn this sexy, lazy piece on real big. Nancy wants some of it, too, but she'll have to wait her turn. Ohhh, shit, this is good cunt! Nancy had a sudden brilliant idea. She was going to have to bring her own goodies again, but the opened position of Candi's long, slender thighs as she crouched in her cunt-lapping pose, drew her from the sofa. She leaped around and dropped on her back, sliding forward on the carpet until her mouth was right beneath Candi's spread-apart cunt. She gripped Candi's hips, and, on cue, excited by Nancy's bold move, Candi lowered her crotch, tipping her pelvis into a convenient position, her tremble of excitement urging Nancy on. She hadn't lapped any pussy yet, Candi had always been the one to do the cunt-eating, and she loved it, but Nancy wanted practice! She fastened her lips to the puffy, moistened center of Candi's sex, feeling the stiff spike of Candi's long clit along the edge of her tongue. Ohhh delicious! A daisy-chain fun thing was better than having to wait until Candi finished her job on Mia. Candi moaned into Mia's tasty cunt, her tongue working slowly and lingeringly. Beautiful! Nancy was catching on very fast, now. I didn't even have to ask her to nibble my cunt, she's going at it like she had been there before! Candi thought. Maybe she's been lapping that young, cute Colleen. But then girls seem to know how to eat pussy, like kissing — it just comes naturally. Jeeeesus, she's really sucking good! Nancy shot her right hand down to her burning, twitching cunt, leaving her left hand on Candi's hips. Her sweet ass was jerking and bouncing on the carpet, she was shaking and moaning, enjoying her thrills, causing Nancy's mouth to vibrate even more on Candi's cunt. Both their clitties were tensing for their love-shot! Nancy's long, pretty legs were opening farther, her ass was quivering. Everything said go-go! Opening her labia, Nancy eased her first two fingers into her eager cunt. No more maidenhead to worry about, she could fill her pussy with whatever was big enough and handy enough! She wanted to get the dildo again but she couldn't reach to where she had left it, on a end-table at the end of the couch. Getting up to retrieve it, that would have required leaving Candi's delicious cunt! Nancy was so enjoying her first taste of pussy that she didn't want to quit sucking and licking the wonderful, sugary honey Candi's cunt was drooling for her, for even a moment! In fact, she never wanted to quit. But she could play with her pussy and rub her clitty with her hand all right! Ohhh, yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck — pause. Ohhh, wow! A faint, sexy slurping sound came from Mia's crotch, her whimpers of delight increased Nancy's excitement. She sipped more of Candi's cunt-juice, poking her tongue up in the cunny a little farther! But a sudden tip of Candi's pelvis told Nancy what the slender girl wanted, more than anything — tongue play on her long, hard girlie-cock! Nancy moved her mouth slightly, sliding her tongue across and around that luscious stiffness. Candi's deep moan, her shudder of joy, told it all. Candi was a real lesbian, her whole sexual craving centered in her clit — but she was still a wonderful person, she could bring the fun from Nancy's cunt and tits and mouth as no one ever had before! A sudden louder cry from Mia, a shake of Candi's body, quickened Nancy's hand-play on her eager cunt. Ohhh, the slide of her fingers in and out, in and out, with her thumb hitting her clit at every stroke, started her goodies! "OHHH-NNNNN!" Mia cried fiercely. She was going off, too! A swift rise of Candi's ass, breaking Nancy's hold, breaking the mouth and cunt connection, almost startled Nancy. She squirmed around, turned the other way and watched just what she had expected — Candi was fucking Mia to her finish! Candi just had to move her pretty ass when she was breaking her fun, and her butt was really flying this time! Her almost-man-like hunches at Mia's crotch, her wail of delight, triggered Nancy's need! Deprived of Candi's cunt, Nancy ran quick, grabbed the still pussy-juice-wet dildo and dropped flat on the carpet, her thighs wide apart, and pumped the probe juicily in her cock-hungry cunt! The fun-shivers flashed up her shaking legs, her inner vagina twitched delectably, her clit began to pulse and her tittles curved high. She seized a breast in her left hand, her ass lifted higher. The sweet pound, pound, pound of her fun-gun rocked her loins! "UGHHHH-fuuuuuuuck!" Candi cried. Her long, busy clit-cock was coming in Mia's cunt! Mia's loud wild wail of culmination filled the room. Nancy thrashed her body on the carpet, legs kicking, as the honeyed throbs racked her crotch and pelvis! A slow, dreamy spasming of her cuntal depths, a luscious tightening of her cuntflesh around her new plastic friend, caused hot Nancy to wail in pleasure. Oh, girl parties were fun! They were all getting their fun-twinges together! Candi finished her fuck, savoring the last sweet nuances of relief, and lifted her cunt from Mia's throbbing, dewy puss. Squirming over the writhing Mia, she kneeled over her head and sank her pussy down to Mia's face so the golden-haired girl could lap around her cunt, taste the sweet juice and give Candi a few more thrills. The she dropped her butt down at Mia's right and looked over at Nancy. "You made it too, huh?" Candi giggled. "Right on!" Nancy exclaimed, struggling to her feet. "When are you going to fuck me, honey?" "Soon, sweetie, soon," Candi laughed, gazing at the sweet puff of Nancy's leaking cunt. "Come on over here, baby! You're real good with your tongue." "I'm learning, Candi," Nancy giggled. Candi lay in the middle, each arm around each of her girls, each hand cuddling a tittie, one of Mia's and one of Nancy's. "What'd'ya say, ladies," Candi chuckled. "The night's still young. Shall we all fuck each other some more?" All three girls chuckled at such a silly question. Mia, on one side and Nancy, on the other, now took turns giving Candi, the woman who had made it all possible, in the center, warm, loving, sexy kisses. Their mutual lover was exactly right, as she usually was. The night was still young! Candi & Sister Sara's Diary *** An excerpt from SOUP Wars *** She ran from her family and rode for two hundred and fifty miles. Her souped-up vintage and yellow Harley with a hybrid-electric adaptor and a full tank of high-octane liquid biomass could’ve made it past the United States border with the greatest of ease. Candi didn’t check her fuel gauge before her escape from the hell that was her home. The motorcycle ran out of fuel somewhere in Sonora. Candi hiked to the nearest fueling station three miles away. Unfortunately, for her, someone got to it first. There wasn’t even a drop of liquefied biomass left. The runaway checked out the convenience store. Even the glass windows were gone. There was nothing. Candida hoped that she wasn’t stuck in some ghost town. More than likely she was. She only brought one bottle of water and a few protein bars. She scratched her head and she told herself, “How could this be? Everyone in Mexico is dead.” She wondered if someone from the north immigrated down to her desolate country. She wandered aimlessly, not knowing where to go. Church bells rang in the distance. She wasn’t sure if her mind was playing tricks on her, but she followed the sound to its source. After the tolling ended, Candi could see the steeple. The desert sun pounded the girl without mercy. She discarded her leather jacket and ran faster. She hoped that the bells were not automated like those of the Central Cathedral. She tried to fight off heatstroke by pouring some water on her aching head. The church was made of adobe and it looked old. The wooden sign in the front read, “Our Lady of Sorrows.” Singing voices filled the air. Candi screamed as she sprinted towards her goal. She pulled one of the doors open. The church was full of people. The crowd sat in the pews. Individuals were very thin, coughing violently and/or covered in telltale purple lesions. It wasn’t much different for the people standing in the front. The incense could not cover smells of phlegm, blood, gangrene and infection. Candi was certain that these people were all dying from the MIAIDS plague. Candi took a drink from the font, not caring whether her manners offended the parishioners at the Catholic church. An emaciated usher tapped her shoulder and inquired with a smile, “You’re not Catholic are you?” “I was baptized as a Catholic, but my mom decided it was a bullshit religion. Thanks to her, I became a rational individual.” Candi continued to drink the water. The usher allowed her to do so, figuring that she was probably was dying of thirst. “I take it you have problems with Christianity?” Candi smiled at the guy in the black suit. “After what I've been through... Fuck yeah!” The usher shook his head. “Although I respect your opinion, we all would appreciate it if you didn’t use foul language in Our Lord’s house.” “Whatever...” The man looked like an ancient ghoul, but his young voice betrayed his age. “Pablo Robles and you are?” He extended his bony hand in salutation. The leather and denim clad Candi shook it with confidence. “My name is Candida, but that sounds too much like a vaginal infection, so I’d rather you call me Candi.” She smirked maliciously. The usher had met many characters, and that young lady already ranked among the more colorful. “I’d like you to meet someone who might change your mind about Christianity.” Candi groaned in protest. The usher patted her back, “Don’t prejudge dear girl, I think you might enjoy talking to Sister Sara.” Within thirty-seven minutes after Mass and breakfast, Candi became the most popular person in church, at least among the kids. The only three children who lived in the church could not get enough of the stranger. She was weird, with her long black braid, a tight muscle shirt held together on the sides by safety pins, leather chaps over lace-up jeans and mirrored sunglasses. Her stories about shoplifting, looting and being a general menace were enthralling. Her mouth definitely needed some washing out. Candi was the epitome of kid-coolness. However, kid-coolness did not sit well with Mother Carlota. With a pinch on the ear, Mother Carlotta dragged Candi away as if she were a little child. Nelli and Tlatzohtzin Zacal protested her departure in a Spanish-Mayan dialect. Mappi O’Brien, the strawberry blonde Irish kid taunted her by squealing, “You’re in trouble,” in English. Candi called the kid something very foul in English. Mother Superior struck the newcomer in the back of the head because she understood that foreign language. “You are a horrible example to those children.” “Fuck off! They were having fun.” Carlotta dragged her away from the basement dining area and dragged her to the garden in back of the church. “Sister Sara,” barked Mother Carlota, “I think this barbarian needs your unique guidance and infinite patience.” The head nun released the Candi's ear, “I have more pressing matters to attend at the moment.” Candi massaged her chafed ear lobe. She shouted in the general direction of the Mother Superior. “You tight penguin bitch, that hurt!” A nun in her late thirties looked over her shoulder as she weeded a stand of tomato and pepper plants. “You must be Candi.” She stood up and shook the newcomer's hand with a smile on her face. The nun wasn’t tall, but she gave the impression that she was. Her knuckles had the words, “Love” and “Hate” tattooed upon them. One of her thumbs was missing. Scars decorated her face and her nose had obviously been broken at one point. She didn’t look manly, but she certainly didn’t look like a fashion model either. The title, Amazon queen, described her accurately. “My official name is Sister Sara Lee Clotilde, Order of Saint Eusebio Kino. If that’s too long or stuffy, feel free to call me Sister Sara or Walrus if you prefer.” Unlike everyone else in the building, this woman did not have any visible signs of MIAIDS. This monument to femininity astounded Candi. Manly men would shriek like little girls if Walrus ever decided to put her war bonnet on. She wasn’t fat, just tough-looking. Candi could almost hear her gaydar making a ruckus that would've awakened the dead. The rebel decided to challenge the nun to a verbal joust. “You certainly don’t look like a sister, although you do look like a fucking walrus.” Candi’s friends told her all about nuns. She wanted to know if the rumors were true. “Are you a dyke?” Sister Sara blinked her eyes. “That’s between me and the Lord.” The clergywoman looked at her nails and returned to her labors. “Are all nun dykes?” Reiteration usually worked like a storm. “No and it doesn’t matter because we are all chaste.” Sister Sara’s pulled a few more weeds from the tomatoes and peppers. She was ready to tackle the squash. “Come on, answer me, have you ever licked pussy?” “I don’t lick fuzzy felines. They might scratch my face with their retractable claws.” That nun would not get irritated. She swayed her head to the memories of a catchy song that she loved. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Candi gnashed her teeth and contorted them into a grin more disconcerting than that of a coyote sitting next to a freshly eaten chicken. “Did it taste good?” “Nowhere near as good as the Word of God.” Sister Sara looked over her shoulder and winked at her adversary. Candi roared and enunciated each syllable for emphasis, “What do you mean by that? That was not an answer!” “Oh sweet dear,” the nun batted her eyelashes and exhaled noisily, “You are nosy.” Candi crossed her hands behind her back and shot a dirty look at her adversary. “Would you do me if you had the chance?” Sister Sara’s nose flew to the air and puckered her lips. “No way... No how...­ No never...­” She paused and stared at the sky, as if in a moment of deep cognition. “You think I’m ugly, don’t you.” Losing to a nun was not an option for Candi. “No, I think that you’re attractive. I just made a vow that’s important to me and I intend to keep it.” Sincerity was an option for the nun, and that took the joy out of the kill. Candi was sure there were a thousand comebacks to that kind of sincerity. That nun had her so flustered by now that she could only think of one. “You’re fucking pathetic.” Unfortunately, it was a weak comeback. Sister Sara picked dirt from her fingernails, completely unaffected by the new girl’s cries for attention. “Would it help you be less annoying if I took you on a ride with the parish's motorcycle? It’s huge, fierce and solar powered.” Fortunately, for Candi, nuns dedicate themselves to helping the weak. Sara gave the troubled young woman a grin, all the more wicked and mischievous for being surrounded by a wimple. “No one expects for a nun to ride a motorcycle.” Candi stood paralyzed. She could barely move her mouth. She took a deep breath and finally whispered. “Oh, my GOD, you are the coolest nun ever.” The admiration gushed out of her mouth, almost before she knew it was coming. Days went by and Candi made herself at home in the church. She didn't want to go back home even though she missed Gigi and Carlos. She feared for their safety, but not as much as she feared her father. At the church she usually was put to work, helping with the garden and caring for the sick. Mother Carlotta took the maxim, "Idle hands are the devil's toolbox," very seriously. Nonetheless, her exhaustion did not quench her curiosity about the Sister Sara. On day, Candi was bored during her free hour at the convent. She snooped around Sister Sara the Walrus’s sleeping quarters. Candi became quite adept at sneaking around the church and avoiding Mother Superior. She found a small box labeled “do not open” under Walrus’s bed. The curious young woman proceeded to open it. She wondered why if Sister Sara was such a good judge of human nature, would she put a “do not open” label on a box that she did not want opened. Inside, a scroll computer was rolled and tied with a ribbon. Candi untied the bow, stuck the stabilizer sticks on all four edges of the computer and tapped the screen to life with the enclosed stylus. She searched the files and found something that looked promising. The file’s index and title loaded. The postulant squealed. She found Sister Walrus’s journal and it was written entirely in IMglish. It also contained many great photos. Many images showed a flat-chested but nice-looking lanky black girl with nipples like thimbles that her brassiere could never fully contain. Her hair was fuzzy like kiwi peel and dyed auburn. The black woman in the photos usually dressed like a schoolmarm. Some of the shots were topless but never fully nude. She wore lace bikini panties in those. There were also a couple of shots of Sister Sara as a younger and much skinnier woman. She looked tough in her tomboyish garb and an ever-present fedora covering an ever-changing bandana. Make-up and petite little t-shirts softened her decidedly unfeminine sense of style. The pictures of them as a couple were adorable and had a life-partner-ish feel to them. There were other pictures of other miscellaneous people. They didn’t look as interesting. Finally, Candi could find out more about her mentor’s private life, without the usual evasive answers. Using the search tool and the computer’s stylus, she wrote the word “pussy.” It returned several entries. The entry entitled, “23-6-16: We are no longer virgins” seemed full of potential. Candi told herself, “It’s not lust if I don’t masturbate,” and clicked on the entry with the stylus. 23-6-16 We are no longer virgins. As I write this entry, I can almost see it happening again. We made love for the first time ever just a few moments ago. I am so glad Pico gave me lovemaking tips as a wedding present. They really helped because I was so nervous. Being with a woman as gorgeous as her can be extremely intimidating even for someone fearless, like me. I sit here on my brand new bed, waiting for her to come back into the room. I wish to feel her soft black skin against my mine, again. The scent of plumeria on the pillowcase still haunts me. I can still taste the flavor of almonds, roses and sweat. I think the fact that the wedding cake had marzipan fondant and real flowers to this sweet flavor. She told me that I tasted like wine. To be frank, I drank a lot of that at the wedding reception! Leave it to me to get drunk at my own wedding reception. It’s amazing how pretty her little pussy is. It almost reminded me of a pink butterfly about to take flight. It still glitters and shines with the dew drops of her womb. Before we got to that part, we began by exchanging many delicious kisses and hugs. We were both nervous about it, but that’s only natural. When two people are in love, everything is an adventure. The exploration of her body was like an amazing journey to the West where I found all the flowers in the desert. As I drove her to ecstasy, I simply enjoyed the ride. She was like a motorcycle with her purring and her humming. She felt like the breeze of freedom that blows through my hair. My breasts and hers rubbed together ever so lightly. I loved how she ran her fingers the back of my shoulders. Her touch made me tingle. It was like a nearby thunder strike during a storm. Her graceful Haitian hands bewitched me like a voodoo spell. Touching me and compelling me to think of every reason I love her. My scarred Chicano farm-laborer fingers were as beautiful or as delicate. Still, as she suckled them with in her luscious and naturally dark lips, I lost my self-consciousness. I kissed her as she touched the other lips. While, she craved for slow and deliberate movements, I wanted something a little spicier. She was soft and so full of honey. I imbibed her. Her little pearl was a most delightful thing, swelling until it was a near perfect miniature sphere. I focused on it and I did not relent. Her tears were of joy and her orgasm was such an amazing thing to feel and watch. Her clutching hands pulled the fitted sheets out of place. My favorite part of the lovemaking could be seen in her eyes. Those golden eyes entranced me. They drew me into a sun-drenched world that I’ve never visited before. It was as if I were in the presence of God. She made me feel pure, as she took me into her corporal heaven. Her eyes were fixed upon mine through the whole ride. Her perfect fingers wiggled, stroked, and probed. All the sensations combined into an amalgam of pleasure. She never broke eye contact, not even when I screamed out her name like a skipping CD. It was pain and joy, as my walls grew insane. The tightness and the loosening satisfied my insides as they quivered towards the end. I wish it would’ve never ended. This experience was beyond any wonder I’ve ever experienced in my life. I thank the Lord for letting me share it with the most wonderful girl in the Universe. I have made the right choice in saving myself for her. I can’t wait to ride to Los Angeles so I can introduce her to my mother. I wish dad were still around to meet Tecla. I wonder if I should tell my wife about the gang. No. She must never know about that. It’s all in the past. My comrades know that my life on the streets is over. I took care of all the loose ends. I made sure that Baltasar shed every drop of blood for killing my father. I know that he’s never coming back. The score is even. Candi’s forced purity took a temporary vacation during her reading. Her hands had wandered absentmindely to forbidden areas beneath the borrowed circle skirt with floral prints. “I knew it!” She giggled and took strange comfort in her discovery. “My gaydar is infallible and she’s a killer to boot.” She couldn’t resist gloating. “No wonder she’s so evasive about her past.” Her overwhelming instinct to be nosy overtook her. “I wish I could kill. I would kill my father if I could.” She shook that bad memory from her head. She justified her desire to invade Sara’s privacy with what passed for logic in the mind of an immature person. Candi clicked around for more tantalizing tidbits and she found many. It was like a classy porn site, only it was free and it had very gory descriptions of gang warfare. The naughty creature dug through Sara’s secret life. It was better than any fictional pulp novel that she could ever read. Suddenly, her glee came to a halt when she found the Saint Fool’s Day entry for year ‘16. 28-12-16 I cannot believe the cruelty of life. While I was out with my buds, Tecla threw a Day of the Innocents bash for the poorer students and their parents. The massacre was all over the news. My fellow comrades told me that Cipactli Buenaventura, from the New Pachucos gang, slaughtered my Tecla, the students and their parents in retaliation for his uncle’s death. He used a resin gun with coated bullets to avoid detection. What kind of a person shoots an elementary school teacher and a bunch of innocent kids with a machine gun for the sake of vengeance? It was overkill. I was the one who killed that worthless Baltasar, not her. Why her and not me? Why the little ones? Why now? It’s been over seven months since I avenged my father’s death. This is the cruelest Fool Saint’s Day Joke. A flash invaded Candida’s mind. The death of Tecla and the innocents was as senseless as the deaths the SOUP Wars caused. It was worse, because Sara justifiably blamed herself for the massacre. Candida wondered if this had been part of her impetus to take the holy vows. She read on. 29-12-16 Tecla survived thanks to the complimentary Raptorex booster that she received as part of the school’s health maintenance plan. Unfortunately, the doctors weren’t able to remove all of the solid-shank core-bonded bullet fragments. These bullets were filled with a new type of poison that causes a victim’s internal organs to rot. The doctors believe that the worst of the damage is yet to come. They are trying their best to save her. 30-12-16 The doctor's have determined that the poison can't be spread to other people without the contact of bodily fluids. It means the she can have visitors, but none of my kisses. I wish I could kiss her and break her curse. Just like in Sleeping beauty. Unfortunately, I cannot do so. My mother is in the waiting room with a framed picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe. She brought a priest with her so Tecla could have last rites, just in case. My comrades and their families are here as well. The surviving students from Tecla’s class are here too. The visitors brought flowers, scapulars, creche sets, memorial paintings and food. Tecla’s worthless nigger parents refused to visit their dying daughter. I hope they burn in hell. At least all of her sisters came to visit. Julia, the protestant, didn’t stay long. She cried over Tecla and told her a few things before they carted her off to surgery again. Julia slapped me as they took her away. Her anger was justified. She correctly assumed that her sister had been shot because of me. Candi paused in her reading, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction this narrative was taking. For a fraction of a second, she considered turning the computer off, but curiosity got the better of her. She might never get another chance to read this account of the Life and Times of her wetdream idol, and if she stopped now, her curiosity would eat at her for the rest of her life. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she read on. 31-12-16 This is such a crummy way to bring in the New Year. The doctors have informed me that the surgery was a failure. I should’ve been partying with my friends and family. All I can do now is prepare to eat grapes and kiss my poor Teclita as my mother cries herself to sleep. Cipactli will die the most horrific and slowest death I can inflict upon on any human being. He will pay for the crime that he has committed. He will pay dearly and the satisfaction shall be mine. Candi & Sister Sara's Diary The doctors are going to attempt psychic communication again. Tecla’s sisters requested that I be allowed to receive her final words. They also backed my decision to turn off the life-support. It upsets me that it has to be this way, but I hate to see her suffering like this. 1-1-17 Tecla had the dubious honor of being the first dead Mexican of the New Year. She died from massive organ failure at 12:00 am. Before she passed away, the doctors hooked up an enhanced psychic sticker on her forehead so she could speak her final wishes on the cell phone via instant message. She didn’t respond to the doctors and their stupid questions about her name, identification number and address. She responded to my tears and screams. Our last conversation crushed me. It left me without solace. Below is a cut and paste. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: My Sara, I feel my soul detaching itself. I am so afraid. sllamorsa: Don’t be frightened. You confessed and took communion. God is waiting for you. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: I am not so sure if I am going to heaven my dear Sara. sllamorsa: What are you talking about? You’re a good woman. You helped so many people. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: Julia reminded a terrible sin that will damn me if I don't repent.. sllamorsa: Sin? What have you done lately that could possibly be construed as a sin? lamaestraelemtariafeliz: You. sllamorsa: I don’t understand. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: It’s not our fault that we are Lesbians. However, our love was immoral. sllamorsa: We got married at the courthouse for God’s sake! What the hell are you talking about? lamaestraelemtariafeliz: Our marriage was a sin. sllamorsa: I don’t care what anyone else thinks about our marriage. Those vows mean something to me. Don’t they mean anything to you? lamaestraelemtariafeliz: They are everything to me. That’s why I want to break them. God should be everything to me, not the depravity that we are living in. I am sorry. Our marriage is void because I am turning over my life to him. sllamorsa: Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t know Cipactli was going to shoot you. *Crying my eyes out.* I should’ve told you about the gang. Please don’t hurt me like this. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: I am not angry with you Sara. I am willing to sacrifice my eternal life for you. However, I am not willing to sacrifice yours. I cannot be so selfish. sllamorsa: We made a vow to love each other until death do us part. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: My body is now dead and that’s why we need to end this, before my mind is gone as well. sllamorsa: We made a vow. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: Make a new vow and make it to God. He is the only one that you need to love. Listen to Him. I know that you will hear His call. I have. sllamorsa: Why are you doing this to me? lamaestraelemtariafeliz: I would rather be your guardian angel than your condemned wife. Rohjrody9yhrekhrjsiz78734yui67[[[kej??@ sllamorsa: Tecla, you’re not making any sense. sllamorsa: Tecla, why are your thoughts garbled? sllamorsa: Tecla? lamaestraelemtariafeliz: [User is offline.] sllamorsa: Oh my God. lamaestraelemtariafeliz: [Offline user did not receive message.] sllamorsa: Tecla? lamaestraelemtariafeliz: [Offline user did not receive message.] “What the fuck is this shit?” Candi whispered aloud, forgetting for a moment that she was not supposed to be where she was. This Tecla chick was the love of Sara’s life. It was a romantic, eternal, all-consuming love that you only see in tacky romance novels. “You are supposed to whisper words of endearment and tenderness and shit on your death bed, not come over all moralistic and homophobic.” “This makes absolutely no fucking sense.” Candida was ready to shut down the computer, tearfully disgusted at what she had read. Then curiosity reasserted itself. How in hell did the Walrus get from this pit of despair to where she is now? There had to be more to it than this, and Candida had every intention of finding out what it was. She brought up the next entry, noticing that there was a four-day gap between it and the previous one. 5-1-17 I haven’t felt like writing in a while. The funeral was too much for me. After the pomp and circumstance, she was disposed of as toxic waste because of the poison. There is a gravestone, but her body isn’t even there. Even in death, the injustice continues. I found out that my comrades wanted to bring me Cipactli’s head in a shoebox full of grass for Epiphany. I dissuaded the boys with threats of blowing their heads off if they dared to kill him. I plan to give the bastard a special Three King's gift that he will certainly not to forget. His fate is mine and mine alone. Well let’s hear it for revenge, thought Candida. Finally, a motivation that she could understand. 6-1-17 I got my satisfaction. I tracked down Cipactli’s house. That bastard and his precious little family sat on the floor playing with their brand new Epiphany presents. I’m sure that he wasn’t expecting an homicidal bitch to point a machine gun at his wife and kids. I pointed a crossbow at his head. At my command, he sharpened a meat cleaver and brought it to the kitchen table. We both sat down. I told him to stretch out his left thumb on the table. I put down the crossbow, but the gun was still pointed at his loved ones. I placed my thumb on top of his. I ordered him to chop. He did. His wife screeched like a dying pig. The kids cried. I threatened to kill them if that bitch-wife didn’t shut up and bandage our wounds in a hurry. I told Cipactli, “I shot your uncle and you shot my woman. I was planning to gun down your bitch, but God had mercy on her today. You cut off my thumb and you to cut off your own. We’re even and you’re forgiven. This is the day I stop killing. Don’t do anything that will cause me to change my mind.” After his woman dressed my wound, I left him to ponder my words. That was so lame, Candi’s first thought began, but second and third thoughts filled in right away. She lost someone she loved, and if her lover were anything like what was reflected in her writing, she probably wouldn’t have inflicted that kind of pain on anyone, not even on her worst enemy. She didn’t spare any lives there for her own sake, or even for Cipactli’s, but for Tecla’s. To take the kind of revenge that she probably really wanted to take would have betrayed the memory of the one for whom she was taking it. Candi didn’t have any great love for Hernan, but would she go back home and blow his head off for what he did to her if she had the chance? No. Hernan was her father. He did what he believed in his sick, twisted, deranged little mind, he had to do. His motives were pure, even if his actions were far from it. He saved her from Gwubo. Candida blocked out that part of her memory before she could remember it again. Fuck mercy and forgiveness, all males deserved nothing less than castration with a meat cleaver. Except, perhaps for Carlos, the only male she cared to miss. Unfortunately, she feared it was only a matter of time until he went insane. Candida shook herself out of her past, and got back to the business of reading. This explained the Walrus’s slow descent in to pacifism. What was the next step? 12-1-17 I kissed my mother goodbye. She needed to go back to Los Angeles so she could make some money. I told her that she would not be hearing from me for a while. She understood. She had felt the same way when father was murdered. It’s distressing to know that I am a second-generation gang window. I think I need to get out of Tijuana for a while, especially after last night. Lalo and Chompis took me on an outing to the Zona Rosa district. We went to Taverna Adelina and my boys bought me a two sessions with the lovely and notoriously bisexual, “Delia”. She was sexy and everything. Muscular dancer’s legs, tastefully augmented tits, shaved whatnots and a slit like a kiss when you put your lips on it. She smelled good. She licked well. She fucked me with a strap-on and did stuff to me with an assortment vibrators. She tried to amuse me with interesting tricks involving ben wa balls. She did this and other jazz. Screwing her made me feel worse. Tecla waited all of her life to make love to me. I couldn’t even wait a month after her death. My two comrades and “Delia” felt sorry for me. They bought me a personal pizza, a Jarritos soda in tamarind flavor, chicken mole with chips and a cup of flan. Chompis, being the horny bastard that he is, volunteered to take over the second session. Lalo got pissed off because he realized that “Delia” was actually Rita Medina Quintana Alfaro, his half-niece’s first cousin twice removed. Lalo’s quote of the month: “There’s nothing worse in the world than knowing that your hot cousin is fucking your ugly best friend for a few dollars instead of being respectable and getting married to some rich gringo or chink. No wonder why my family is still broke.” Despite the grimness of the tale, Candida laughed aloud at that. The next few entries were rather garbled and confusing. They read as if someone very drunk wrote them. It wasn’t until Valentine's Day that the entries started becoming coherent again. 14-2-17 It’s Valentine’s Day and I am still roaming in this desert trying to find myself. A coyote keeps following me around. I think that it’s waiting for me to drop dead. The turkey buzzards circling in the sky are probably thinking the same thing. As long as I keep following the instructions in my survival guides, I should be fine. I ate snake for the first time today. It didn’t taste bad. Candida nodded to herself. She had heard about this kind of thing. There were people who went out into the desert and... A)Did drugs B)Starved themselves C)Dehydrated themselves D)Did any combination thereof, until they nearly got themselves killed. They called it “vision quest”, or “seeking enlightenment”, and sometimes “finding yourself”. Candida couldn’t see the point of the search. She only had to look inside her head to find herself. 16-2-17 This might be my last entry in this journal. I almost got to a gas station today. I took a nap before I reached my destination. When I put my shoes back on; a scorpion stung me. The coyote seems to be amused by my pain. I feel like I’m going to die. What she needed now was the vision. 16-2-17 I had a dream that Satan told me that he had place waiting for me in hell. I heard my wife’s ghost telling me, “don’t die now, otherwise we will never be together ever again.” God told me that he would spare my soul, if I were willing to dedicate my life to Him. I wanted to spend eternity loving Tecla in heaven, not burning in hell for killing people, chopping fingers, fucking whores and being a drunk, so I agreed. When I woke up, I was in a bed. Some nuns from a nearby convent spotted me while on their way back from the city. Fucking nuns saved my sorry ass. How Catholic is that? I guess Tecla made it to heaven, because my angel was watching over me. I wonder if she’s trying to tell me, “I love you” from a cloud. As I read my previous journal entries, I am certain that this convent is the new vow that I need to take. I’m becoming a nun. It’s not as if I want to have sex anymore with anyone else. I really want to go to heaven so I can be with my beloved for the rest of eternity. I have heard the call. The hard part will be actually following through. But, I love her enough to not love another woman ever again. Candi read this last entry very slowly with tears in her eyes, as if trying to puzzle out the meaning of each word. Her hope for realizing her forbidden dreams crumbled to dust. She read it a second time, just to be sure. It didn’t seem to make any more sense the second time around. She rolled the computer and put it away in its box. Thoughts were sliding around in her head. A few fought to get her attention: “Well, I guess some get religious because they see the light and some because they feel the heat. It’s still cool, founding your life on a vision that could be written off as a heat and pain-induced hallucination.” She learned about scorpion stings from her mother. The pain involved was apparently very severe. “I DON’T BELIEVE IT! There has to be more to her than this” No sooner, than Candida opened her mouth than Mother Carlota entered into the room. “What are you doing snooping in Sister Sara’s room?” Candi was not able to run away in time. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at her.” The mean nun snagged by the arm. “This is no way for you to behave!” Mother Superior brutally flogged Candi for her transgression.