Oh, I could feel this starting the minute Candi looked me over, Nancy thought, shaking with need. My clit really aches. Some gals are two-way, lean learn to enjoy prick, too. Ohhhh, I gotta have a come, one way or another! I want her between my legs…

Candi sensed that the last barrier of resistance was down. She would never forget the cute half-Chinese model she had teased right up to the point of orgasm. The girl had suddenly struggled free, raced into the can, locked the door and finished her fun by herself, the rotten little cheat.

Sometimes Candi had to 'date' a girl a few times to get in her panties, especially some of the not-so-young broads who had sampled sliding cock. The naive ones were the easiest to make, and Nancy had so damned much to offer that Candi had hurried the nitty-gritty slightly. But she was in, now.

Nancy reached for her bikini panties and slid them from her pretty ass. Candi helped, fingers shaking. A fresh wave of pussy aroma made her head whirl. As the panty hit the floor, Nancy spread her sexy thighs. Trembling with eagerness, Candi stood up and removed her own panties.

The view of Nancy's cunt, very lightly sprinkled with dark curls of hair, the sweet puffed labia, already showing wetness which Candi had helped generate with her mouth and hand, hardened Candi's clit into pencil stiffness. She wanted to rush Nancy back on the couch and start the fuck, but she wanted this first piece to be very special, a high mark in Nancy's erotic experience.

If she really did have her cherry, and had not screwed a girl, she had been playing with herself for a lot of years, and if the initial screw was not really good, she might turn off. Some gals, she knew, got so involved with their own bodies they could not come with either a man or a dame; the pattern of masturbation became fixed.