Ray Mills - Easy horny sister

"Nnnniieeeee!" she squealed with surprise as she felt Mona's tongue wriggle into her asshole.

John's prick fucked up into her pussy, and she simply boiled over with a tremendous new orgasm. This time Mona's tongue fucking her ass made her climax extremely intense. She screamed and clawed John's back with her nails, coming in fierce, unbearable, wrenching shocks. The ecstasy was so sharp that she thought she might just die from it, but soon the feelings diminished.

"Ohhhh!" she sighed, finally able to catch her breath. "Ohhhh God!"

John gave a tight cry and spouted cum once again into her ravaged pussy. Candy smiled as she felt cum squirting into her cunt.

God, she thought, I never knew anything like this was possible.

"Ummmmm, Candy, you were so good."

Her sister grinned, snuggling up to her, stroking her naked titties and kissing her mouth. "I don't know why we never tried this a long time ago."

"I was thinking the same thing," Candy murmured back, pulling John close to them too and kissing him along with her sister.

She was thinking in the back of her mind that at least they would have plenty of chances in the future to make up for lost time.

Finally it was time for Candy to begin looking for a job. Mona and John had been very good about letting her stay with them indefinitely. And the prospect of being able to fuck with them, both separately and together, was almost too dizzying to contemplate. But she knew she couldn't mooch off them forever.

She had to get her own job, her own money, her own apartment. With Mona's help, she found an employment agency. It was run by a friend of Mona's, a tall, stunning redhead named Cathy Fiske, who specialized in getting high-paying secretarial jobs for girls with up-to-date skills.

But even though Cathy was a friend of Mona's, Candy felt very self-conscious as she sat across the desk from the woman. She had tried to dress in the most business-like way possible, and yet Cathy's gaze kept dropping to the swell of her young tits under her silk blouse, or to the shapely calves of Candy's legs, which she had demurely crossed.

Why is she looking at me like that? she wondered. Is she trying to figure out what an employer might like or not like about me?

"You can type, of course," Cathy said.

She had bright green eyes and wore a lowcut green blouse that showed off the cleavage between her large, creamy tits. Her skin was the peaches-and-cream type, and her hair was a cascade of burning gold. Candy found it hard to concentrate on the questions. There was more going on during this interview than she could put her finger on.

"Of course," she replied nervously.

"How fast?" Cathy asked curtly.

"Ninety words a minute."

"Faster, with practice?"

"I… I suppose so."

"You don't have to be nervous, Candy," Cathy finally said, more warmly. She smiled, the full red slash of her sensual mouth making a half-sinister curve that, Candy realized curiously, was very alluring.

"I'm trying not to be," she said.

"Remember, I'm on your side. I'm here to help you. This interview is not half as grueling as the real ones you'll be going through, with real employers."

Again her gaze dropped to Candy's full rounded tits. Candy looked down at her tits briefly herself, wondering again if she had worn the wrong thing. When she glanced back up at Cathy, the woman's eyes burned into hers smokily.

"Shorthand?" Cathy asked in a sultry voice, wholly inappropriate to the question.

Candy nodded. God, she looks like she wants to eat me up, she thought. It was not until several minutes later, as she left Cathy's office with a slip of paper showing the time and date of her first interview, that she suddenly realized the truth of the matter.

God, I'm right! she suddenly realized. I'm so naive! She really did want to eat me up! Or at least to eat me. To eat my cunt. The mere thought of it made her pussy flow with juice.

But she quickly put it out of her mind. Cathy didn't look at all like what she would think of as a lesbian. But of course she had never thought the matter over very carefully.

But the realization that the woman who was helping her get a job also wanted to fuck her was bizarre and unsettling. She might try to deny that it was erotically stimulating, but when she recalled what she had done with her own sister and brother-in-law the night before it was hard for her to pretend that she was totally innocent.

Nevertheless, she put it all completely out of her mind as she found her way to the skyscraper that housed the offices where she was to be interviewed. It was a huge insurance firm, and it occupied the three top floors of a forty-five-story high-rise building.

Candy's heart raced as she rode up in the elevator. She had never been in a situation like this and she hoped she could bring it off. All the people were so well dressed and looked so important. The men all seemed to look at her the way Cathy Fiske had, as if they would like to eat her alive.

Again she grew self-conscious, fearing she had dressed wrongly. But she told herself it couldn't be true. Otherwise, Cathy would have told her. She chalked it up to the fact that she must simply be more attractive than she had ever realized.

The secretary of the man she was supposed to see – a Mr. Brinkman, the chief personnel officer for the firm – was nice to Candy and gave her a magazine to read while she waited. Soon she escorted Candy into his office and left her there, leaving and closing the door behind her.

Mr. Brinkman smiled at Candy. He was much younger than she had expected, about thirty, with dark shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes. He was so handsome that for a moment she forgot where she was.

"You can just sit down over here, Miss Kendall," he said, pulling a chair over next to his desk for her to sit, in.

"Thank you," she said shyly.

She sat in the chair and crossed her legs, noticing as she did so that he, at least, did not leer at her the way Cathy and the other men had. He's obviously much more of a gentleman, she thought. All business.

"Now, I understand Catherine Fiske sent you over here to us," he said, folding his hands on top of his desk.

His eyes were very penetrating. Even though he never seemed to look at her body, Candy felt almost as if he were trying to possess her just by gazing deep into her eyes. It made her nervous, but at the same time she couldn't deny the way she responded to his gaze. The more he riveted her with his stare, the more pliant and warm she felt.

"Yes," she replied meekly. "She said you had a job open that I might be qualified for."

Brinkman smiled. "We have several you might be perfect for."

Gosh, you mean it's that easy? Candy thought. I don't even have to prove my abilities or anything? Brinkman was still looking through the papers she had brought with her from the employment agency.

"I see you've just moved to the city," he said. "Appleton Falls, eh? And just how big a place is that?"

"Oh, it's just a little wide place in the road," Candy giggled softly.

"Boring?"

"You'd better believe it."

"You came to the big city for the excitement, the opportunity, right?"

Candy smiled at him demurely, and smoothed her skirt over her thighs nervously. "I guess you could say that," she said, looking up at him from beneath her long, silky eyelashes.

Now she saw something in his sharp blue eyes that hadn't been there before it looked like a dangerous spark of lust, but she couldn't help feeling glad to have produced it in him. He squirmed briefly in his chair, then stood up abruptly.

"Well, the first thing we'd better do is show you around," he said matter-of-factly.

Candy stood up top. She wondered if this meant that she was hired. It continued to astonish her that no mention was made of her qualifications. But she needed the job. And if it was going to be this easy to get one, she certainly wasn't going to quarrel.