Chapter 7
Layla was fascinated by Candice's brainstorm, "A cat-house!" she exclaimed. "Candy, you're a genius!"
They immediately went to work calling the other girls to see what they had to think of the idea. All of them had been out of work a week now. Grouse's story had broken their cover the day after Candice's meeting with him. The Senator, wisely, arranged for himself to go on a lecture tour while the heat was on. Congressional investigators visited the office, but ail they found were plain-looking staff workers laboring under the tedious task of a Senator's paperwork. Grouse's credibility was seriously damaged. But the party girls, and Richard too, were all out of jobs. That was when Candice had first seriously thought of the cat-house plan, "We've got enough girls," she had explained to Layla. "And Richard can be in charge of taking care of any troublemakers. We'll buy a nice old house in Georgetown. We've got the girls. And we've got the contacts." She held up a sheaf of lists smuggled from the Senator's office, just before it went into the shredder. The lists were the names of rich, powerful men who occasionally visited Washington on business. "We've even got the addresses!" she giggled.
Eight of the girls could not be reached or refused. That left twelve girls and Richard. He was excited by the idea. The idea of bouncer in a cat-house was like a fantasy come true to him. He readily accepted the job.
They found a house that they liked and began the hard job of redecorating it from an old-fashioned farmhouse into a turn-of-the-century whorehouse. The decor was Candice's idea. In the old days there we're fashionable cat-houses all over Washington. In those days a man could go to one and meet his friends, and drink or play cards, all the time being served, by scantily-clad ladies of the evening. If they wanted a woman, all they had to do was ask. If they didn't, they could relax and enjoy the opulent atmosphere. For a wealthy man, in the old days, these houses were an oasis away from the pressure of office and home. This was the atmosphere that Candice wanted to re-create. This was how she wanted the men to feel when they were in her office. They scoured the antique stores of Washington and bought up every four-poster bed that they could find. They hired seamstresses to come in and create flowing canopies and beautiful draperies. One of the girls' brothers turned out to be a gourmet cook, and they hired him and set, him to work in the kitchen. The rates Candice was going to charge would be expensive and she wanted to make sure that it was worth every penny. They washed and cleaned and mailed out invitations in preparation for the grand opening next week.
At noon the next day, the bell rang and the congressman that Candice had met at the yacht party stepped into the foyer, Richard saw him and went to tell her. She dressed in a long robe and went down to greet him. In a moment, she was aware that his visit was more than social.
She led him up to her bedroom and clicked the door shut behind her. "Baby," she purred, "you're our first customer. I want you to tell all of your friends how you get treated at Candy's." Without another word she had dropped her robe, revealing her beautiful, naked form. The Congressman felt his cock rise as his eyes slipped down her magnificent body. Candice was one long, tan expanse of beauty. Her large boobs rode high, her ass was firm and heart-shaped. She swung her hips as she walked over to him, swishing her ass from side to side with each step.
She undressed him slowly, kissing each spot of flesh as it popped into view. She had removed his shirt. He felt steam begin to rise. She slowly undid his pants and brought out his aching member. Candice looked at it for a second, then took it in her mouth and started to suck him off. "Oh yes, I had forgotten about your mouth, Candy," said the congressman, moving slightly. "I had forgotten about the blowjob that you gave me at the boat. Suck me off, Candy, like you did just then!" But Candice did not need encouragement. She pushed her mouth on his organ, so that it tickled her tonsils. She sucked and sucked, as if she were sucking for milk. The Congressman moaned in unendurable pleasure. His cock loaded up with jism. He felt the end of it about to burst. Suddenly, he shot his wad, a stream of hot, sticky come that bathed Candice and dripped from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed as much as she could. The congressman lay back and sighed. Not since the party at the boat had he been sucked off so expertly. And he knew this was only the beginning.
Candice cleaned every bit of come off the Congressman's cock and balls with her skillful tongue. She wanted to give him the fucking of his life, so that he would give positive reports to the other Washington bigwigs.
She led the Congressman over to the edge of the oak four-poster. They sat on the edge, the red velvet canopy only inches from their faces. Candice spread her legs apart and placed the congressman's hand between her legs. "How does that feel, baby?" she purred.
He felt his fingers slide into the moist, hot folds of pussy flesh. "Good, Candy, real good," he admitted. She snaked her hand around his waist and played with his cock from the other side. It was still flaccid, from having just shot its load a moment before, but already it was showing signs of life.
The congressman kept up the rubbing of her cunt. "What will happen if I keep this up?" he asked teasingly.
"If you keep that up," murmured Candice, "I will come and come. I will cover your hands with cunt juice. I will beg for your hot prick!"
The congressman said nothing, the blood boiling within him. He pushed her back on the bed. In a second he had rammed his hot rod deep inside her and was humping her wildly. Candice moaned loudly and thrashed around on the bed. Her pussy wall fingered his cock, causing incredible sensations. The congressman held back until Candice had come three or four times, then shot his wad. Load after load of bubbling come shot from the tip of his cock. Candice felt it tear into her pussy, coating the cunt walls and bubbling profusely out from the sides. Satisfied and filled up, Candice just lay there, her legs spread wide apart. The silky sheets underneath her covering the firm, but comfortable mattress slinked at her skin. She hugged at the strong shoulders of the congressman, He lay, unmoving, enjoying the delicious waves that washed over him, Fucking Candice, he thought to himself, fucking Candy. In about a half-hour he had risen and dressed. They had a cup of tea together, and the congressman promised to pass the word around Washington about the Gala Opening. Then, as he turned to leave, he handed Candice a small package. "This is a housewarming present. Something I picked up in New York," Without waiting for her to open it, the congressman strode purposefully from the room.
Candice fingered the brightly-wrapped box. What could it be? Her nimble fingers tore at the wrapping and brought out the prize within. It was. three or four French ticklers, attractively packaged and marked. "For the Sensual." Candice had to laugh at the congressman's little joke. At the yacht party he had murmured to her on more than one occasion during the night, "You're so sensual." She lifted the first of the French ticklers out of the box; it was Latex and fit completely over a man's erect cock. Protruding from the side were thousands of little half inch nubs. Candice looked at the tickler and her pussy got hot. She could just imagine what those little protrusions would do to the inside of her pussy. She ran over to the door. Outside was one of the girls. "Go get me Richard," she said, breathing heavily, "Tell him I need him pronto!"
She went back to her chair and looked at the other two. One had a peculiar ball-like mechanism at the tip. She had read about them using it in erotic ceremonies of the Orient. She thought of Chang. Her fingers ran. up and down the little latex fingers of the tickler. Her pussy watered just as if she had been sucking on a big dick. The door flung open and Richard's well-muscled figure strode in. "What can I do for you, Boss," he asked matter-of-factly, taking into sight that Candice was stark naked, but not noticing what she held in her hands.
Candice restrained her begging desires. "Have you ever heard of a French tickler, Richard?" she asked him.
"Sure," he replied, grinning. "When I was in the service there was this one girl I knew who had a top drawer full of them. Awful-looking things. Me, I think they're just for women who can't come on their own. You don't need 'em, Boss."
Candice held up one of the ticklers and let it swing back and forth in front of Richard's face. "Now, Boss," he said, "I don't like them. If you got to do it, then get somebody else. I'm not your man."
"Come here, Richard," Candice ordered.
"Now, Boss."
"Come here!"
"I'm not gonna do it, Boss. You can fire me, but I'm not gonna do it!"
Candice realized that Richard was really against using one of the ticklers on her. She wondered why. She could not realize that Richard knew all too well what these devices did. They turned them into clawing animals. He remembered the girl back in the service, and all of the morning that he would sit and wince with pain while the medical orderly would splash peroxide onto his back. Candice decided to try another tack. "I've just got them as a present and I thought I'd show them to you. I didn't mean for you to use them on me. You're right, I don't need them. But what I do need, right now, is your hot cock in my mouth."
Richard figured that he had held her off. "Right, Boss," he said, grinning broadly and unbuckling his pants. His huge cock popped into view. Candice's mouth and pussy watered at the sheer size of the thing. And showing her true intentions, in the back of her mind she thought: I wonder if the tickler will fit around that rod?
Candice motioned for Richard to come closer. His head pounded with blood. This was the real reason that he had taken the job as bouncer for the cat-house, to be close to Candice. She was the most exciting woman that he had ever met. The Senator could have lined him up with another aide's job, sure, but then he would have been miles away from this luscious twat. This way him and his cock were right in the same house, on call whenever she needed him. Like now.
Candice took his throbbing member in her hands. Each time she touched it she felt a thrill, With all of the time that this prick had spent pounding her pussy, you would think that she would have grown used to it. But it was not so. Each time she touched it she felt again a thrill. But it wasn't only the size of prick that filled her with desire each time she laid eyes on it. Richard's cocksmanship had a lot to do with it. Put on an ordinary slob, or a disgusting pig like Grouse, the prick would have been only a slab of meat. But on the handsome, skillful Richard, it was enough to make a girl cream just knowing that it was there.
Candice bent her head down and flicked her pink tongue over the surface. The taste of the cock made her mouth water for come. She sucked on the big head, running her lips over it, milking it. Richard's cock throbbed with blood. His head pounded as Candice's knowing lips spread over the head, of his cock. She had sucked his cock many times, and yet each time she wrapped her rosy hot mouth over his organ, Richard felt like a boy getting his first blowjob. She whirled her tongue around the length of his shaft, bathing his hot cock with her slippery saliva. The distinctive odor of his crotch rose and filled her nostrils, She bent down further, taking two more inches of shaft into her moist mouth. The cock was pushing at the back of her throat and she knew that to take any more would mean actually pushing the head down her tender, long throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate the pulsating organ. Plunging her head down on it as hard as she could, she managed to work her head into position and get two inches of the shaft down her throat. Richard moaned and started pumping himself in and out of her throat. Candice learned quickly his rhythm, and to breathe between each of his powerful strokes. His glans slid in and out of her slippery throat. He felt the come rise within his balls and pour up the shaft. His cockhead was ready to shoot.
Sensing this, Candice backed off. She had other plans for him. "Not now, baby, I just want to turn you on," she said. Richard's come slithered back down his shaft, like mercury down a thermometer. When she felt that it was safe she bent down over his cock again. She sucked at it until again the come had risen and was seconds from pouring out. Then she stopped.
"Oh, please, baby," begged Richard. "Suck me off. I know how you love to eat come. Suck me off for a second more and I promise that you won't know what to do with it all!" Richard's cock was begging to be let loose. It felt to him as if, if he didn't shoot off in a minute, then his cock would burst.
"You gonna use the tickler on me now, baby?" she teased.
"Yes!" he bellowed. "Yes, anything!" He tore the tickler from Candice's hands. The latex was strong and it strained and threatened to break as Richard jammed it over his massive organ. When be had it on his cock it looked like some kind of sea creature, half-plant and half-animal with a thousand tendrils that would sting Candice to death with pleasure.
She screamed when she saw the tickler slid into place. She threw herself back on the bed, her legs spread wide apart, Richard positioned himself between her legs and with a wild grunt, rammed his hot cock into her. Candice screamed when she felt the tickler tickle her pussy walls with the-feeling of a thousand hornets. "Oh ... " she moaned. "Oh, oh, Oh ... I shall die ... Oh, that feels so ... oh, OH, OH ... you're killing me, Richard!" Again and again he rammed the tickler into her. Though covered with latex, Candice's tight pussy was enough to milk his maddened prick. Each time he would pull out, or plunge in, he thousand tendrils of the tickler would enflame Candice anew. She clawed, at his back with her long fingernails until Richard's back was covered with bright red welts. She lifted her legs up onto his sides and crammed her pussy against his cock, demanding that more of the thundering shaft be shoved up her creaming slit.
Richard pounded her faster arid more furiously. Candice's hot pink pussy creamed and creamed. She felt her pussy walls tighten and loosen a hundred times as the tickler drove her mad. Hot cunt juice bubbled from her cunt. Her nipples tightened until they were no more than specks on her tanned, bountiful breasts. She heaved and churned against his weight, but could not move. Candice was torn from the sensations in her pussy. The tickler was driving her insane. Twice she tried to ripple her pussy walls to make him come, but she had to stop each time. As the tickler drove deep inside her it already caressed the folds of her cunt so that she screamed with pleasure and sensation. When she tried to ripple her pussy walls, the agonizing feeling of Richard's hot rod pounding her, and the special scrapings of the tickler's thousand tendrils, together with the sensations that she experienced in rippling those walls, made her lose consciousness for a moment and the rippling ceased.
Even through the latex Richard could feel her pussy walls tighten. It was all the same, he thought, all the same with these broads. Throw a tickler into them and they're a mass of screaming jelly. His own sensitivity lessened by the rubber tickler, Richard enjoyed watching Candice's frantic writhings. How often had he himself been in her position from Candice's magic cunt. Just a few minutes before, she had had him in such a frenzy that he would have done anything to slam his hot rod into her. It's good for her, he thought coolly, to learn what it's like on the other side. Richard kept up his furious pounding. Candice's cunt creamed wad after wad of cunt juice. It covered the inside of her legs, frothing where Richard's thundering pelvis met Candice's.
Candice had never felt like this before. Using the tickler in the first place had been a whimsy, the enacted fantasy of a bored woman. But it was not so now. The tickler was giving Candice the fucking of her life. She threw her legs high over Richard's head, her feet clawing at the air. Her hands scratched insanely at-his back. The pain caused Richard to hump her even faster. He sucked at her tits as he fucked her steaming twat. She stuck up her head and plunged her pink tongue deeply into Richard's ear. The feeling of her saliva and the sounds of her slurping in his ear drove him mad. Suddenly his prick felt as if he was not wearing the tickler at all. He felt each bump and depression of the folds of her cunt. Each time he ran over another of these, they would send singes of pleasure steaming through his whole body. His come, which had been up through his cock twice before in the last fifteen minutes, came plunging once more up the shaft of his agonized prick. His cockhead bulged, filled with come. Candice felt her creaming pussy tighten up more than it had ever done before. Richard's prick, driving deep into her tightening cunt, was squeezed. Beside himself in ecstasy, his cock hole opened and shot forth a tremendous amount of jism into Candice's squirming pussy. Time after time Candice could feel the hot cock pour another load into her. Her own pussy, maddened by the tickler, gave way, even as streams of cunt juice bubbled from the lips of her slit. She wrapped her legs around Richard and hugged him to her. She rode his athletic, churning body as if it were a bucking bronco. Then after seemingly hours of her and Richard's coming, both lay quiet.
The late afternoon haze filtered in through the windows. Candice shuddered again and again, as she thought of her thunderous climax. Her cunt felt like it was soaked through. It was, for spunk and pussy juice still seeped from her twat. She tried to shift her weight, but Richard's hard body held her down. He was barely conscious. It was as if he had come once for two blow jobs and a fuck. His cockhead burned slightly from all of the steaming spunk that had passed through it. His cock lay drained against his leg. Candice's hand caressed the huge dick. Her fingers played circles in the wads of come that still adhered to it.
Vanessa stepped into the room. She regarded the scene in front of her with an amused grin. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "It looks like there's been some lovin' goin on in here! Yes sir, you can smell it!"
Candice and Richard both laughed. Vanessa chuckled. Candice thought very highly of the pretty black girl. When the going had seemed the roughest, it was always Vanessa who ventured a joke and brought smiles to everyone's face. And in decorating the cat-house Vanessa seemed to pull skills out of the air. She had overseen the sewing and painting, and once, when the plumbing was jammed, she even knew how to fix that. Candice had been amazed at the seemingly endless talents of the little girl. "Where did you learn all these things, Vanessa?" Candice had asked her.
"My Momma didn't raise me to be no whore, honey!" came Vanessa's tart reply. Candice had laughed at her mock seriousness. The two of them had ended up hugging and laughing in each other's arms.
Richard sat up in bed. "What you bother us for, Van?" he said, somewhat crossly. "You must have heard what was going on."
"Oh, I heard what was going on, all right, but Candy told me to tell her when the new girl came. Didn't you, Candy?"
Candice remembered that she had gone into the room to mull over some household decisions. She had not expected either the congressman, or for that matter, the tickler. She would have changed her orders if she had remembered. She looked over at the imp, and Vanessa, if the truth be known, was grinning sheepishly. "It's just that Layla's out and the new girl's been waitin' more than a half hour already. She's gettin' skittish too. I guess she figured that the screams upstairs were from another girl gettin' interviewed. I stopped her at the door three times. To tell you the truth, I hope she's down there when I get back. She looked awful happy to see me leave."
"She looks good, then?" asked Candice.
Vanessa smiled broadly. "Real good, Candy. Real fresh and young. Untouched-lookin'. I wouldn't mind a piece of her myself."
"Not yet, Van," laughed Candice. "She has to go through the regular screening procedures first. Afterwards, who knows?"
"You know, Candy," said Vanessa, shaking her head, "when you talk business, you sound just like the Senator." She threw up her hands in mock disgust. "I'll send her in."
Candice rose from the bed and pulled her robe around her. She drew the velvet curtains around the bed. "Now Richard," she said, "you look too comfortable to move. Besides, it might be a turn-on for you to listen. But be quiet. OK?"
Richard nodded. In a moment Vanessa showed the girl in. Her description of the girl had been completely accurate. Untouched looking was a perfect way to describe Elizabeth Anderson. The girl's light brown hair hung long in the back, with straight bangs that set off her bright blue eyes. Her body was soft and round, her breasts big and her hips curvaceous. She looked like a luscious candy girl out of a childhood fantasy. Once Candice had wanted to look like that, before her body had bloomed. The girl couldn't have been any older than seventeen.
"You have come here to apply for a job. Do you know what kind of place this is."
"Oh, yes," said the girl. "It's a cat-house."
Richard had to contain his laughter. "And do you know what goes on in a cat-house?" asked the bemused Candice.
"Yes!" The girl's tone was prim. "I'm not a virgin, you know. I've had many boys. Boys are not enough for me. I want men!" Her blue eyes blazed with naked desire, A horny little bitch, Candice thought to herself. She looked at the girl closely. After the Grouse affair she had been suspicious of everyone that she didn't know. "How did you know about us?" Candice asked her. "We aren't even open for business yet."
"My uncle is the congressman that just left here. I followed him. I wanted to know where you were. I overheard him talking about your place on the phone one night and I figured I'd follow him and find out where you were. I've trailed him all over Washington today. I learned from my father, he was a sheriff out West before he got killed. Please, Miss Staunton. Let me work here. I'm a great fuck! Look at my pussy!" As she said that, Elizabeth lifted her skirt. Her furry twat was in full view as she wore no underpants. She held her skirt aloft for a second, then let it go. In a second she had unfastened the sides and the skirt dropped to the ground. Her thighs were round and soft-looking, and yet strong. Her pussy showed the same light brown as her hair. She stepped forward, and her young, firm, yet heavy, breasts strained against the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Take off your blouse, too. I want to see your tits," Candice heard herself say. Beth slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She was taking her time, intentionally turning Candice on. As each button popped, a little more of Beth's creamy white flesh came into view. Candice strained to look as the blouse came finally down to her cleavage, and Candice saw the little space pop into view. She wanted to go over and soak up all of the warmth and sweetness that she knew lay between the tits of the young Beth. She wanted to snuggle with her, to bring her to the bed and eat out her pussy until she creamed all over her face. With a start, she realized that Richard was in the bed. Her fantasies began to include him. She would eat Beth out while Richard stuck his big dick in her mouth. She would rim Beth while Richard pounded her with the tickler. Richard still had the tickler on! She creamed at the thought of what the young girl would do if the tickler were to be rammed up her.
Beth had shed her blouse and her two ripe, young breasts stood only inches from Candice's hungry mouth. Beth's nipples were hard and erect, ready for Candice's waiting lips. In a second Candice felt the succulent titflesh crammed up against her mouth. She sucked at Beth's tits and snaked around her waist. She stroked the hips of the young girl while she sucked at her tits. Then she let her hand slink around Beth's belly and touch her hot pussy, Beth's pussy was watering in anticipation. The young girl wrapped her hands around Candice's head and pulled Candice down to her, full force. Candice's mouth filled with the white soft skin of Beth's teen-aged tits. She rubbed the soft lips of Beth's pussy. Beth creamed and creamed as Candice rubbed her.
Richard, in the bed, was going mad. He had heard the whole thing and he knew that now, the young Beth was stark naked and being kissed and sucked and finger-fucked by beautiful Candice. He wanted to join in, to see at least, but he'd promised Candice that he'd stay out of sight. Yet the sounds that he heard were driving him mad. He could hear Candice's tongue slurp against Beth's tits. He could hear her moan and give little cries, as Candice's finger worked its way farther and farther into Beth's creaming pussy. He had a tremendous erection. It would take little more to have him tear back the curtains and fuck the shit out of them both.
Candice's finger was deeply in Beth's hot pussy. The cream of the teen-ager's cunt dripped over her hands. Beth kissed Candice's head and neck with wet, hot kisses. Then she slid slowly down one side of Candice's head with her tongue, licked her skin all the way. Her tongue found Candice's earlobe and plunged in. Candice moaned and writhed as Beth licked her ear and sucked at her earlobe. She T felt hot flashes at the younger girl's ministrations. Suddenly, Candice pulled herself away from Beth's tits and dropped to her knees. The girl's light brown pussy stood only inches from her face. She could see the gleaming, moist, inviting lips of Beth's young pussy. Moving close, she was assailed by the familiar saltsweet smell of Beth's cunt. She stuck her head forcefully into the smaller girl's crotch and began to lick Beth's dripping slit. She found the outer lips swollen and ran her lips up and down them, planting deep kisses on the moist inner folds.
The sensation of Candice's tongue snaking around in her pussy drove Beth into a frenzy. She spun her hips crazily in a circle, grinding her pussy deeper onto Candice's face. Candice was lapping up Beth's pussy juice as fast as she could produce it. Then she began to moan. The moans reached Beth's ears and filled her brain. She snaked her fingernails along Candice's long, lean back. Her pussy creamed and creamed and the older woman furiously ate her out. Candice found Beth's budding clit and rolled it between her lips. Beth screamed with pleasure and began to undulate even more wildly. The musky smell of dripping cunt filled the room.
Behind the curtains, Richard could take no more. He threw back the heavy velvet canopy, revealing himself to the two moaning women. He leaped out of bed and stood before them. His cock was huge and throbbing. He was still wearing the tickler and the thousand tendrils of it waved crazily before the two women. His cock looked like some sort of monster and Beth, not knowing what it was, screamed with fright. Here was this huge, muscular man standing before her, his cock, a thousand nubs. She wondered if he were real, if she were not imagining it.
Candice regarded Richard coolly. She enjoyed the effect that he and the tickler were having on the younger girl, and felt no anger toward his action. From the moment she had realized that Richard was still wearing the tickler, she had wanted to see what it would do to the hot creaming pussy of the screaming Beth. She stepped back for a second, removing her head from the girl's crotch. This was all the signal that Richard needed. With a low grunt he came at Beth. She stiffened at the sight of the advancing young buck with the frightening and huge cock. Richard reached Beth in a moment and firmly grasped both of her white shoulders. Pulling her towards him, he planted on her mouth a deep kiss. His tongue thrust deeply into the luscious mouth of the young fresh girl, he reached down his hand to her creaming pussy. The lips felt wet and swollen. He ran his fingers among the moist folds and felt Beth squirm in his embrace. As he felt around inside her cunt, Beth began to move her hips in a circle. Richard felt the deep cunthole present itself to him, and he plunged his finger deeply in. His long middle finger filled all of the teen-ager's tight pussy. She creamed and creamed, gobs of Beth's come dripping off of Richard's fingers.
Candice had moved around to the back and was licking the come off Richard's hands as he massaged Beth's clit. Then Richard moved his hand upward to allow Candice to get her mouth in on the act. Her long pink tongue snaked into the young girl's hot hole. The sensations were too much for Beth and she came and came. Her pussy juice ran over her two lovers and dripped onto the floor between them. "Oh ... ouuuuu ... Oh, OH!" moaned Beth. "That's it ... yes, oh ... the two of you are so ... ouuuuuu!" Candice moved her head around back and began to lick Beth's asshole. Richard, as if on cue, positioned himself in front of Beth's steaming" slit. His cock, covered with the maddening tickler, dangled in front of Beth, Richard's huge cock alone would have been enough to frighten the girl, but the tickler made him truly petrifying. The young girl tried to back up, but Candice's tongue was firmly embedded up her ass. Richard bent his legs at the knee so that his erect, upturned member was straining towards Beth's pussy lips. Without a warning, he suddenly lifted her by her sides and plunged his thundering organ deep into her creaming pussy.
Beth almost shot to the ceiling as she felt the tickler-covered cock slide into her pussy. A moment ago, being sucked and fingered by Candice, the thought had crossed her mind that she would like a cock, but the tickler changed all that, As the thousand nubs of the tickler ran shivers of agonized pleasure with each movement of Richard's huge cock, she literally screamed. The smell of her watering twat filled the air with the scent of the rut. The musky woman-odors and the strong smells of Richard's straining body filled up all of their senses. Candice tasted the faintly sweet odor of the young girl's steaming asshole.
Richard's cock, deeply embedded in Beth's hot, tight, young pussy, felt incredible. Even through the rubber he could feel her pussy walls contract and loosen with each of the thrusts of his maddened organ. Time and time again, he felt a wad of pussy juice sluice down over his cock. His come welled up in his body and began to move down the shaft. He pounded Beth mercilessly, as he felt his own jism rise and flow down the length of his blood-gorged tool. Beth's cunt was on fire. The tickler felt like a thousand crawling insects, nibbling at every inch of the inside of her tender young pussy. She wrapped her arms around Richard's shoulders and bit his neck and shoulders until red welts appeared everywhere. Lifting her legs to his sides, she held herself aloft in this fashion, grinding her pussy against his cock. Richard was pulling his cock all the way out of Candice, then waiting for a half-second, plunging it full force into the steaming twat. He took full advantage of the tickler, circling it around in the young girl's tender cunt, so that the tendrils were constantly stimulating a new layer of cunt. Candice could no longer keep her tongue up Beth's asshole, as the girl was swaying her hips around as fast as she could. She looked as though Richard's cock was threaded and Beth was trying to screw it up her pussy.
Richard carried Beth over to the bed, his tickler covered cock still mashed deeply up her wet hole. He got her quickly on her back, so that her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. He lifted her feet onto his shoulders so that her steaming pink twat was in clear view in front of his face. The sight of the dripping pink lips maddened him. With renewed frenzy he plunged his blood-gorged tool again and again up the creaming slit of the young girl. His two strong hands held her body aloft by the ass and Beth's free feet kicked at the sides of Richard's neck as if he were a stallion. Candice, herself, dripped at the sight of the furious fucking that the young girl was getting. She watched with fascination as Richard's cock would emerge from deep inside Beth, and then go plunging in again. She felt waves of pleasure in her own cunt, just from watching the event. The tickler shook in a thousand directions each time it left the slit of Beth. And Candice, watching, could only imagine herself there, a scant few moments before and she knew what Beth was feeling. She rubbed her own clit in the middle of the floor. She wanted that tickler-covered dick to be shoved up her, too.
Richard was giving Beth the fucking of her life. He did not know that this was only Beth's second time with a man, and the first had been some asshole that she had met at a concert who had shot his wad a few seconds after busting her pussy. Since that time she had become obsessed with sex. She watched the crotch of every man she saw, wondering what his cock was like and how it could feel shoved up her steaming hole. The frantic fucking that she was getting now was like a dream come true. She did not feel like a horny little girl any longer. She felt like a sex-starved woman who was finally getting her share. Beth was a teen-aged nymphomaniac, and the tickler, for the first time in her young life, was satisfying her, filling her cunt with the creaming that she had always wanted. Richard sensed that this was the girl's first real fuck and really made it worth her while. He felt his own come thundering at the head of his massive tool but he restrained himself, to give Beth the fucking that she deserved.
Candice could not keep herself out of the picture any more. She ran to the other side of the bed and squatted over Beth's moaning mouth. Beth looked up to see Candice's cunt staring her in the face. It was her first real smell of cunt and the delicious odor filled her head. She cupped her hands on the soft white ass of Candice and pulled her cunt down to her mouth. It was hard to tell which was wetter, Beth's fresh young mouth, or Candice's steaming cunt. Again and again, Beth shot her tongue into Candice's cunt, causing her to cream repeatedly. The hot pussy juice flowed all over the face of the teen-ager, and into her waiting mouth as well. In a moment, Beth found that she loved the taste of pussy juice, and hungrily lapped up all that Candice could produce from the folds of her steamy pussy. Richard was still furiously pounding Beth with the tickler and Beth took out her pleasure on Candice's cunt. Candice moaned, "Oh, you beautiful little girl ... oh, lick me there, ... that's it ... faster now, ... Ooooh, that's it ... right there.,. Ooouu-uuuuuuu!" With a tremendous creaming, Candice came and bubbled her cunt juice into Beth's hungry mouth, She fell back onto the bed, muttering to herself in the fury of her orgasm.
This left only Richard, trying desperately to hold back his come until the little girl begged for mercy. His cockhead felt like it was going to explode. His whole shaft was filled with spunk. It burned the inside of his prick and it took all of his concentration to hold it inside him. Beth was screaming for more, riding him like a bronco. She had her legs firmly implanted on his hips, and using the leverage, rammed her pelvis forward to meet each of the powerful thrusts of Richard's cock. The come seeped in a pool between them. Beth looked up into Richard's agonized face and saw that he could hold no longer. Lurching his body forward, he let go of the vise-like grip that he had held on his massive battering ram, and his come burst forth in a steady stream. Wad after wad of hot jism shot into Beth's eager cunt. The teenager felt Richard's spunk tear into her and fill her pussy. Then, Beth's cunt brimming with his jism, Richard had enough. He fell with a grunt on top of Beth, pinning the young girl to the bed.
Still, Beth was not satisfied. She looked disdainfully at the two exhausted adults. There's no more fun in them, she thought ruefully. Then her eyes lit with an idea. She ran over to Richard, arid tore the come-covered tickler from his huge, but soft prick. Lubricated by so much come, it easily slid off. Then she searched around the room like a madwoman. Finally, on Candice's dressing table, she spied what she wanted. As the two adults watched with amazement, Beth pulled the long-handled mirror from the vanity and fitted the tickler over it. The handle was long and fat, about the same dimensions as Richard's huge prick, fully erect. With a wild shriek she plunged the tickler-covered handle of the mirror deep into her hungry young twat. She rammed it in and out of her with vicious fury while Richard and Candice looked on. The scene that they beheld was astounding. Standing in the middle of the floor, Beth stood with her legs spread wide apart at the knee, cramming the mirror in and out of her twat as fast as she could. The tickler played havoc on the inside of her pussy. Finally, with a mad shriek, she came one last time and collapsed on the floor.
Vanessa came in and regarded the three of them. Richard and Candice lay moaning in the bed. Candice's hand was over her cunt protectively. Richard was on his back, breathing hard and rustling his head from side to side. And on the floor in the center of the bedroom, Beth lay moaning, her body almost convulsing from the strength of her orgasms. Come stains were everywhere. On the bed, in two places there were two deep pools of come. Beth's hair was streaked with her sticky, cunt juice and Richard's steaming spunk.
"Well, well," said Vanessa, "I guess the young lady gets the job."
Candice managed to raise herself on one arm. "No, Van, she's too young. She's just turned seventeen!"
Vanessa regarded the crumpled figure of Beth with new respect. "Well, well, young lady, you make sure that you come back here when you're of age. Talent like yours shouldn't go to waste." She helped Beth to her feet and led her slowly out of the room.
"But, Beth!" Richard called out. "Be sure to visit us any time you're in the neighborhood!" Then he and Candice fell back and roared with laughter rolling in the puddles of come.