Pauline Nottee - Action backstage

At the last instant she tried to compress her lips, close her jaws, but the pressure was relentless, and she yielded, letting her mouth fall open in warm invitation. She felt the huge intrusion of his mushroom-shaped cock-head pressing in, making contact with her tongue, unnaturally massive in her saliva-filled mouth. Steadily his hands were pushing her head down, lower and lower toward his curly blonde triangle of pubic hair. She gulped and her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. She could see the thick, hot cockstaff -slowly disappearing into her gaping mouth, feel the rigid warmth of it going in and in and in, until the smooth head pressed the back of her mouth, almost making her choke. And then deeper, all the way into her straining throat until she had absorbed all of his pulsating thickness.

"Ohhhhh, you've got a beautiful soft mouth," Rick whispered, jerking his pelvis upward. "Keep your lips over your teeth and work your tongue around me."

"Ummmmmmmmm…" Candy moaned, trying to obey. She gulped for air. It felt as if her jaws were stretched to the breaking point, her inexperienced mouth was so filled. Beneath her, Rick began to slowly raise and lower his hips, and his urgent fucking rhythm told her what she must do. With her tongue swirling along the underside of his hotly pulsating cock, she began to steadily bob her head up and down. She found this was better. She could gulp for air on the outstroke, as she drew her tightly ovalled lips upward until only his bulbous cock-head remained between them.

Her cheeks hollowed and ballooned alternately as the thick rod of male flesh slid in and out of her devouring mouth. She began to suck, lightly at first, and then with more intensity as she was caught up in the carnal excitement of the act which was so new and suddenly exciting to her. Holding the base of Rick's cock with thumb and forefinger, she began to expertly aim the throbbing cock-staff so that it slid deeper and deeper into her throat, and she began to moan around it in a rising excitement as the vision of the lewd spectacle she must present filled her mind. Her fingers teased his swelling balls, and she knew that in time they would erupt in her mouth-and she wanted them to! In her belly, she felt her own awakening, and wondered is she would cum herself while she was sucking him!

"Eat me, Candy," the boy gasped. "Suck me dry."

The now-insatiable raven-haired actress needed no urging. She moaned and twisted her hungrily sucking mouth around his virile shaft of hard cock-flesh, and was carried away to the point where she bit down hard enough to make Rick cry out and grab her head, stilling its wild up-and-down motion until she was in control of her passion again. She tossed her head from side to side as her lust-contorted lips slurped wetly up and down, trying to get his cock deeper and deeper into her spasming throat. From a great distance, she heard Rick moaning and sensed he was on the verge of cumming even before his pistoning cock thickened and swelled so she could barely circle it with her tightly-clasping lips. She felt him buck furiously up toward her diving face as her hair sprayed wildly over his jerking loins. And then his hands were holding her head tight while he fucked without mercy into her soft rounded lips.

The first hot spurt of cum almost choked the dark-haired actress as it gushed against the roof of her mouth and then down over her tonsils even as his wildly jerking cock plowed deep into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she tried to swallow fast enough to keep up with his cumming: She had never realized there could be so much! Despite her eagerness to devour him, thick strings of whitish sperm escaped the corners of her widely-distended mouth, trailing down into his fair pubic hair. The life-creating fluid burned her throat, salty and pungent yet she was relentless in her sucking. Voraciously her lips kept at the spurting cock until finally there was no more and it softened under the passionate lashing of her tongue. Sighing, she collapsed, exhausted over his sweating, depleted loins, her fingers still rolling his spent balls while the pink tip of her searching tongue found the last droplets of cum in the curly forest of his pubic hair and avidly consumed them. Her mouth was full of the rich flavor of his semen, her passion-swollen lips glistening with it, when she slowly raised her flushed face.

Rick Benton drew her up to him and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting himself on her spearing tongue as she moaned and pressed her nakedly trembling body against his. Damn, he told himself, this sweet bitch really turns on all different ways.. have I got me something to play with!

Sighing.with pleasure, Candy lay in the handsome teenager's arms. She knew she should be feeling remorse and overwhelming shame. Yet she felt beautiful, completed, with none of the regrets of the night before when she had wantonly yielded all her scruples and simply fucked like a slut. Well, I'm a cock-sucker now, Candy ruminated. And I love it!

Deep in her still-churning belly, she could feel the thick hot pool of Rick's cum. She knew she was totally lost now. He had her, irrevocably. She could only hope he would be good to her, return her love. If he ever left her… she didn't know if she would survive!

Lost in their lewd thrashings on the big bed, neither Candy nor Rick had heard the sports car wheel into the grounds.

The car was the personal property of Vance Dawson, the Highway Patrol sergeant who, with his partner, had flagged Candy down the night before. He had purposely not pursued her only-too-obvious invitation because of his riding partner, Nelson. Nelson would steal a fuck from a corpse. This was Vance Dawson's day off, and he had thoughts of collecting for the speeding ticket he hadn't written when he should have thrown the whole citation book at the chick. The fact she had been doing well over 110 didn't bother him-she had obviously been in control of the hot sports car, and he had driven it himself, so knew it was good. But seeing her make knots like that could lead some clown in a Ford to try keeping up, and _ there'd be blood on the highway. And hadn't the kooky cunt even jumped on his own car and taken off after them? Shit, if the captain ever heard of that caper, he'd be riding a mule in Big Sur!

Definitely, this hot-ass brunette owed him a fuck, and on this day Vance Dawson had plenty of time to collect. He was not in uniform. He wore a suede leather jacket, faded jeans and cycle boots, but he had not left all of the cop at home. He carried a stubby.38, as regulations required, and he always thought like a cop, meaning he looked around to see what was to be seen at all times.

Immediately he saw the wagon parked beside the Mercedes, and muttered, "Girl has company."

With the grace of a hunting cat, he made a circuit of the big house. The bedroom was in the far corner on the upper level-at the height of the small hill. The thin mesh drapes concealed nothing of what was going on. He saw the voluptuous brunette-naked and even sexier than he had remembered-stroking a kid's cock. As he watched, he saw her bend over it and slowly take the boy's cock up into her mouth and begin to suck. The scene went on and on and on, until finally it peaked and thick strings of cum were drooling from between her gulping lips.

"I will be goddamned!" the sergeant whispered, moving to ease the pressure of his hardened cock in his pants. "A kid… a damn kid! Well, baby we'll be back!"

As she lay in the boy's embrace, feeling his lithe, almost hairless body pressed to hers, Candy Mullender was glad the filming had been finished the day before. She was sure that, after what she'd been through and discovered about herself, she would have neither voice nor timing. As it happened, there was nothing on the schedule before the start of rehearsals for a television special the following week. And it had been a long time since she'd had any time to herself… she deserved a few days. She needed them in which to think, to find her new, wanton self.