Pauline Nottee - Action backstage

Rick would be in an excellent position to blackmail her. Not demand money, but help in his still-distant career. Already she was his love-slave. She knew she would have to have him countless times. Of course, she would willingly give him money in any reasonable amount. But would he be satisfied with that? Or would he want to advance himself by openly flaunting the fact that he was her lover-her stud! Candy thought of several other stars she knew who openly carried on affairs with boys almost young enough to be their sons, even brought them on stage or into TV studios for appearances. While it didn't seem to hurt their careers-maybe even helped them, with all the mentions in the gossip columns-she could never envision herself in such a situation. Suddenly, betrayed by her own love-starved body, and, with the specter of her religious upbringing arising anew in her mind, Candy was miserable, even as her vibrant young body fairly glowed in the embrace of her young lover.

As though sensing her discomfiture, Rick Benton shifted a bit lower in the bed until he could cup her lushly ripened tits and, with skilled tongue and lips, kissed and licked them lingeringly. Candy knew he would not be returning to the studio this night. His mouth on the resilient mounds of her tits was comforting. She could not have endured another minute of sex, but she could not stand to be alone-not now!

"Let's get under the covers," Candy whispered, her long, sleek body moving against his young, virile maleness. "We've got a lot to steep on."

They slid between the rich, soft sheets, in the room that was musky-scented with their spent passion and their naked bodies entwined. Despite her fears and the terrible load on her mind, Candy drifted off to sleep within seconds, smiling.

Early in the morning she half-awakened as the boy eased himself from the big bed and the warmth of her tightly-clinging arms and used the bathroom. When he returned, Candy saw he was nearly erect again, and tried to avert her eyes in a futile attempt to quell the fresh surge of desire. Bright sun streamed through gossamer drapes over the window overlooking a flagstoned patio that was lush with Southern California vegetation. Rick lay beside her and casually slid his hand up between her parted thighs, his fingers dancing over the soft warm lips of her cuntal furrow.

"We've got to talk," Candy said, finally, trying not to undulate her pelvis against his probing hand. "You know…"

"Sure, Candy." He knew very well. He had lain awake for a long time thinking of all the possibilities. "I know what you're thinking… I'm just a kid."

"You're a lot more than a kid," she said in a dreamy remembering as she reached for his virile young cock and fondled it. "You know what you did for me… like no one has ever done before. And I'm not fool enough to deny it."

"I have never had such a woman," he said, grinning in the memory. "I hope you will not send me away now."

"Knock off the sweet talk," she said, pulling away from him to kneel on the edge of the bed, yet not releasing his now rock-hard cock. Her fingers toyed with the thick foreskin, drawing it tightly down the length of his tumescent staff until the purplish cock-head filled with blood. Her other hand crept in between his legs and her fingernails lightly scraped his lightly haired balls that were filling with sweet semen again. He moved to pull her on top of him, but she drew back, removing his hand from her trembling body. "Rick… we have to say certain things… get our heads screwed on right." She tossed her head and the raven-black hair showered over her tanned shoulders. "What we did was wrong. No matter how… how beautiful. I used you. I needed you desperately… and you aren't a dumb farm kid. You know how much I needed you."

"I could love you, Candy," he said, blue eyes melting. True enough-he could. No female had ever given him so much, or promised so much. "If you want it."

"I-I don't know. It was all so quick," the confused brunette actress whispered even as her hand unconsciously stroked the length of his hot rigid cock. "I think I should tell you why it happened… why I was so sluttish."

"You could never be a slut," the boy said gallantly.

"Oh, wasn't I?" Candy retorted, almost bitterly.

Then, composing herself, she told him about Lee Ashley. It took a long time to find the words. With no attempt to spare herself, she recited what had happened with Lee… her surrender, his failure to satisfy her, his urging that she fellate him and how she had almost succumbed, stopping only when she discovered his narcotics addiction.

"Would you have sucked him?" Rick asked.

Looking away from his searching gaze, Candy said in a whisper, "I would have… I was so close to cumming… but I know it would never have been like it was with us."

"With us was right, he agreed.

"Oh, yesssss…" Candy sighed, slumping forward so her soft cheek lay against his hard-muscled young belly. In her delicate hand, his iron-hard maleness throbbed, and she could see a pearly drop of preseminal fluid oozing from the slit at the end of the mushroom-shaped head. It was so beautiful, this magnificent male organ which had given her so much pleasure! "You know how right it was, Rick."

"I want your mouth," he said softly, undulating his hips in a universal pleading, stroking the soft mass of her hair. "Your soft mouth."

He heard her sigh, almost moan, and knew he had brought her to the next step. He reached down to stroke her sensually naked body and cupped her ripened tit, lightly pinching the rising nipple. Slowly she raised her head and turned to look directly into the deep pools of his eyes. For a long moment she was immobile and then she moved to kneel above him, slowly pumping his cock, making the whitish drop grow. The pink tip of her tongue slid over her parted lips, wetting them.

I can't, Candy thought to herself. It's unnatural. I just can't do it. But I want to! Beneath her, his limber body moved until her entire vision was filled with the deep-reddish roundness of his cock-head, swelling as her urgent fingers clenched tightly around the tree-like staff that ended in a curling blonde mass of hair, with his heavy balls below. She looked up into his eyes, and realized how much he wanted her to do this. Sighing, she brushed her hair back from her face and bent over his loins. Only a fraction of an inch separated the soft wetness of her full parted lips from the rubbery round tip of his cock. She could feel the heat of his loins, and she steeled herself.

And then she lifted her head, mumbling, "Darling, I can't!"

"Touch me with the tip of your tongue," the boy said in a soft, compelling voice as his fingers deftly cupped her face and drew her head downward. "Just kiss for a minute."

Moaning, the raven-haired actress allowed her head to be guided until her flaring lips came in light contact with his heatedly pulsing cock-head. Of its own volition, her tongue seemed to spear out and lick at the salty-sweet droplet of moisture! The taste was electrifying! Spearing her tongue into the tiny hole, she sought more. And then without realizing what she was doing, the flat of her tongue was swirling around the soft, resilient warmth of his cock-head, licking furiously at the ridge of the glans.

"Now lick down and up the underside," he hissed.

In blind obedience, she took his throbbing young cock in her hand like an ear of corn and began to lick and nibble up and down its length, the tip of her tongue fluttering. She could smell the rich man scent of his cock and balls, and impulsively she covered his sperm-filled balls with kisses, sucking first one then the other into her mouth. She shifted on the bed, straddling his right leg until she felt his hard thigh muscle rubbing gloriously on the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. His long hard cock was glistening now with her saliva as Candy moved her mouth upward a final time and then poised with her sensuously ovalled lips touching the tip. She looked up at him with her deep violet eyes and then felt his hands tangling in her mass of raven-black hair, holding her head immobile as he slowly thrust his loins upward.