Still, she liked to watch him pour the prick to girls he brought to his area of the double apartment. It was a rather special pad. The former owner had been a real voyeur, he had installed one-way windows that looked like framed pictures so he could peer through into the living room and bedroom of the next-door apartment and catch the action.

There were also hidden microphones. The exposed apartment was usually rented to newly-weds or couples obviously living together who would do a lot of fucking. Cleve, not being too bright in some departments, had never tumbled into the arrangement, mainly because he hardly ever entered Candi's diggings.

This kind of viewing invariably gave Candi a good hard-on, and if she had no girl around to play with; she used her fingers or a neat little vibrator of soft rubber that she had bought in Chinatown. The tip of it fit snugly around her long clitoris, and when she pushed the switch-zowie!

Conventional dildoes did not interest her, she had very little sensitivity in her vagina, although at thirteen she had broken her hymen on a slender hairbrush handle. There had not been much blood, thankfully. At one of Redwood City's high schools she had had her pick of studs, she had dated plenty of guys before discovering she could not really turn on with them.

Her interest in photography had started early; it had been easy to talk young, sexy cunts into posing for her, and this had led to her first real fun and her first real crush on cute Tammy Newton, the girl next door. Well, she would think about that some other time. Right now Nancy Wells needed a good hot come, and Candi's clit ached for sweet, warm pussy. There was nothing like it, absolutely nothing.

Chapter 2

"Just the tongues now, honey," Candi whispered, her mouth inches from Nancy's trembling, parted lips.