It was the same with men. She liked men, liked the way they could make her lushly ripened body feel, arouse every nerve end, fill the aching opening in the cuntal slit with their iron-hard manhood ramming up into the tender pussy-flesh up between her legs. Yet she had surrendered to few, and each time afterward, she had felt empty, with their thick cum seeping from her distended pussy. She had felt used, when what she wanted to feel was that her partner had loved her… if only for a few minutes. Never had she experienced orgasm; and yet she knew she was not frigid. She wanted to make love! She enjoyed it, yet knew there was so much she was missing. Her desire always rose and throbbed like wildfire through her straining young body, and her legs wrapped tightly around the naked heaving ass of her lover while her distended nipples ached from contact with his hairy chest as he panted and thrust his hot pulsating male hardness deep up inside her rejoicing cuntal passage, and it always seemed she was on the brink, but never reached it.

"I've got to shower," she said, grinning, making herself look ten years younger. "I think I smell like I've been building a pyramid!"

"Bet it is a hot little triangle," somebody said, and everybody was laughing lewdly, salaciously, not knowing how it hurt. They liked to needle her, make the blood rush into her cheeks and see the discomfiture in her near-violet eyes. She knew it wasn't done viciously, that they were really just kidding, letting off steam after a very hard day's shooting, but still it made her very uncomfortable, something which she tried unsuccessfully not to show. She fell back on her only line of defense, a false banter with them.

"I'll buy you guys a box of lollipops to suck on," Candy said as she strode from the sound stage, her long, slender legs scissoring. She let her hips roll a bit more than usual, so the smooth white spheres of her enticing ass-cheeks twitched and jiggled. She wanted to get to the shower quickly and cool down, both physically and emotionally. What she really wanted was a long tub bath, but there wouldn't be time. Another hour and she'd be caught in the heavy homebound traffic heading north from the movie studio in Burbank, and that was sheer murder!