A. Bissell - Doing It The Gay Way

Mia's miniskirt, dark sleek nylons and well-filled.blouse, her dainty girlish moves, that long rich mane, had stirred Candi's glands the moment Mia had walked into the studio; now Candi's clit was already stiffening sweetly.

"Let's try you in bra and panties first, honey," Candi smiled. She wore a snug black pant suit and high heels to give her a leggier appearance, and Mia was noticing. "Would Alvin mind if you showed up in a girlie magazine?”

"Oh, I don't think so," Mia laughed. "Might improve his performance.”

Candi winked. "You mean he isn't taking care of you-all those nice goodies?”

Their talks on the phone had put them on a very intimate basis, so far as words went. Candi had found that pretending to be straight helped her program when she was after new pussy-and she just had to make it right with Mia. Beyond a doubt Cleve would be in her panties again at the first opportunity. But today he was out at the country club giving Alvin his first instruction, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt his pecker.

"Alvin's a little quick on the trigger, if you know what I mean," Mia smiled. Her hands went to her blouse.

"Oh, I know," Candi laughed. "Not many men take plenty of time with an eager girl. Cleve's pretty good”

A faint flush touched Mia's cheeks, but she looked away, then glanced around, apparently looking for a dressing room.

"Hell, take your stuff off right here, honey," Candi said. "I have special undies I want you to wear for the photos.”

"I guess you've seen naked girls before, huh?" Mia giggled.

Not like you, baby, Candi thought, her hands shaky. I gave Nancy a nice long tuck last night and I was thinking about your cunt the whole time.

"Oh, sure," Candi said lightly. "But you are a little special. Very sexy.”

"Nnnnnnn, tell me more," Mia giggled, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. To keep from staring too greedily, Candi adjusted several floods and checked her 35-mmcamera. She wore one of her special bras that left the peaks of her titties exposed; her nipples were hardening against the hug of her suit-top, her cunt was turning wet.

"You have very beautiful tits, honey," Candi said. Of course she could not dare confess that she had seen Mia nude and getting fucked. "At least, what I can see of them, so far.”

"Well, yours are cute," Mia smiled, giving Candi a warm glance. "I guess size isn't everything… ”

She removed the blouse and the sudden view of Mia's jutting breasts in the thin pink bra, the coral nipples showing clearly through, sent waves of need through Candi's crotch.

"No, but they sell better, honey," Candi laughed. " She draped some black velvet material over a chair nearby; blondes always looked more provocative against a dark background. This suspense was killing her!

I'm sure she knows I want to tuck her and she's flirting with me, Candi thought. Ohhhh, shit! I never wanted a piece of pussy so badly in my life!

Mia reached for her miniskirt, a delicious heat building in her crotch. Every move Candi made heightened her anticipation. What a beautiful slender figure she had! She was not rushing, she was playing it very smoothly. All the little niceties of a girl-girl friendship had been observed, the hints and glances all said it loud and clear, I want to tuck you, honey, and today's the day.

Mia wanted it to be today, too. Her nipples ached, her clit ached. Nearly two years had passed since she had enjoyed her last sweet cunt-rub with Pam. Alvin had not screwed her since that evening after his arrival home from Boise, and then she had finished her fun in the bathroom afterward, as usual. But instead of dreaming about Cleve, she had imagined that Candi was teasing the goodies from her cunt.

The fantasy had been so exciting, she had peaked out twice more. The experience with Cleve had shown her plenty; she had never climaxed so many times in a row in her life! His cleverness had awakened a deeper need in her body, making her much more aware of her sensual capabilities.

She had often read that a lot of dames never turned into a good fuck until they were past thirty. Maybe so, with a man. But a knowing girl like Candi, who had surely had plenty of experience, could make a fuck just sensational. Well, she had thought about it enough, she had to find out.

She dropped her skirt and stepped out of it, posing with her hands behind her head, legs slightly apart, her tits arched forward.

"Neat!" Candi said, her eyes sliding hungrily along Mia's figure, a tell-tale flush touching her throat. "Ve-ry sexy, honey… You're a natural.”

Mia shuddered. The nitty-gritty time was almost here, her pussy was leaking juice into her sheer, lacy bikini panties. A mirror behind Candi told her she looked her best; the smoky nylons accented her long full legs, her tender nipples were sticking out sharply inside the filmy bra, she had spent half an hour fixing her hair and mouth and eyes.

"For modeling-or a little fun?" Mia breathed.

"Both," Candi giggled, moving nearer. Her eyes flared, her breath sucked in.

God, she's ready, Candi thought, shaking with wild excitement. Her clit erected between her juiced cuntlips, the fragrance of pussy and lilac perfume touched her nostrils, whirling her senses.

"Do I read you right, honey?" Candi breathed, her nipples stiffening out.

"Oh, you know it!" Mia whispered, swaying closer. Her full carmine lips were parted, her head tipped slightly. She was all ready and waiting…

"Jeeeeese!" Candi murmured, her arms sliding around the warm, pliant waist. Her tongue shot out, Mia's arms coiled across Candi's shoulders, their mouths brushed together as if they had kissed a dozen times. Candi probed her tongue sweetly inward, their covered breasts burned as they met, a little whine of excitement came up in Mia's throat.

The luscious cling of the younger girl's mouth, the spread of her lips, her incurving crotch, fired Candi's lust. She was in. She had it made! She pushed her cuntmound firmly into Mia's crotch and hunched. Mia shivered, her velvety thighs opening; she knew instantly who was the boss girl, who was the fem. Her soft yield to Candi's grip, her tremors of mounting delight, were just as sweet as Candi had expected, maybe even sweeter!

Candi stroked her tongue in Mia's mouth and slid her hands down to the alluring ass-curves. Mia hung on, shivering, her tongue flirting across Candi's tongue. The silky rump was delightfully firm, smooth and sexy. Those luscious big tits were pushed forward; seeming alive to Candi's passion.

Damn, she's got it for me, Candi thought victoriously. I'll give her a better tuck than Cleve did, I'll pop her gun till she faints! She's so much girl my clit feels a foot long.

Candi eased the mouth pressure and flirted her tongue more slowly, slipping her hands down inside the sheer bikini panties. Mia's lips were puffing, her breathing was jerky. Slow and easy, now. She had to make it very good for this bundle of ripe girl. That first climax was so important!

"Nnnnnnnn!" Mia breathed, shaking. Her lips clung, her crotch pushed in eagerly.

"Oh, you sweet thing, you," Candi panted, hunching again. She bit the full lower lip, gently. Her right hand, went down inside the panties to the dewy soft cunt, from behind. Tell-tale wetness leaked out on Candi's finger.

"Over on the couch, honey," Candi murmured. "We're going to have fun.”

"Oh, you're a devil!" Mia said, her lips still open, dainty shivers running up and down her lush figure. "You don't want me to model at all… ”

"The hell I don't," Candi murmured, teasing the velvety lower reach of the cuntslit. Mia back-hunched, offering more of her pussy. "But I watched you the other day and got a neat hard-on. You did, too.”

"Shit, yes," Mia giggled. "I guess I wanted you to fuck me then, honey.”