For days afterward Candy couldn't get the night she had spent with Cathy Fiske out of her mind. Not only had it been the most shattering sexual experience of her life, but it also had begun to frighten her.
What if I really am that way? she wondered. I mean, I don't go around wanting to go to bed with women. I never thought of doing it with Mona until it just came up, sort of. But when Cathy came on to me that way, I just couldn't resist.
She sighed.
And God, I've never come that way. Not even with Rick, and once or twice with him I thought I was going to die of coming. But with Cathy it was that way over and over again.
What worried Candy was that since the experience with Cathy had been so good, so complete, she might not be able to keep it in perspective. How could she go through life, day after day, knowing that Cathy was there, waiting to fuck her that way again, and not yield to the temptation?
It's so wrong! she thought. I know it is. It's just so wrong! Doing it once, I guess you could just say that's okay, sort of to find out what it's like. But you can't go doing it over and over again when you know it's so wrong. Can you?
During this time she did not have any sex at all. By this time she had moved into her own apartment, so that sex with John and her sister Mona was hot there constantly to tempt her. But she didn't let her boss Rick touch her either, a fact that began to be a problem after a few days.
"Why don't you come into my office for a moment, Miss Kendall," he said one afternoon, holding open the door for her.
Candy went inside obediently, carrying her stenographic pad. She heard him shut the office door and was about to sit in the chair beside his desk when he grabbed her from behind. His hands cupped her tits through her clothing and squeezed them sharply.
"Ouch!" she cried out.
His mouth was on the nape of her neck. He breathed hotly into her ear.
"I want to fuck you."
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" she said, trying to twist out of his grasp.
"Why are you trying to avoid me, Candy?" Rick asked.
His hands were unbuttoning the front of her blouse. What he was doing aroused her, and yet at the same time she still felt the shame and confusion of her encounter with Cathy Fiske. God, I don't know, I'm just so confused, that's all! she thought.
"I… I'm not trying to avoid you," she whimpered. "It… it's just that time of the month, that's all."
Suddenly she felt his hand drop, then slide up her legs under the hem of her skirt. His fingers on her naked thighs made her shiver with excitement.
Why don't I just let him go ahead? she wondered. God, it feels good!
His fingers slipped under the elastic band of her panties and found the warm runny groove of her pussy with no trouble. He began to fingerfuck her cunt rapidly. Candy could not help responding. She gyrated her hips slightly, panting involuntarily as tremors of sexual pleasure fluttered through her cunt.
"Unnhhhh, ohhhhh!" she sighed, sagging briefly against him.
But suddenly he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. He brought them up and showed them to her. They glistened with her pussy juice.
"That time of the month?" he said scornfully.
"I… I've had some problems," Candy stammered, making lame excuses.
Rick slowly licked her cunt juice off his fingers, making suggestive and sensual gestures with his tongue as he did so. Gaudy was momentarily hypnotized. She could almost feel that tongue slithering up into her aching wet pussy, driving her delirious with need.
"We all have problems," he murmured, letting the lust in his eyes rove up and down her shapely body. "You know, Candy, I have half a mind to bring Miss Shelby back here to be my secretary, if things don't get back to normal pretty fast."
"Oh, I think they will," she said hurriedly, trying to reassure him.
"I also have half a mind to punish you a little for the way you've been holding out on me."
"Punish me?"
Candy tried not to let him see her cringe. Something about his tone of voice sounded very menacing. Did he mean he was going to spank her, or hurt her in some other way? But suddenly his smile grew more joking than sinister.
"I'm going to make you accompany me to a Personnel Committee meeting, in a few minutes. To take notes. Believe me, it's the most supreme punishment I can think of."
Candy breathed a sigh of relief. So that was all he meant. This time when he reached for her, she came into his arms willingly. Her pulse quickened as his lips ran up and down her bare neck and his hands again slipped under her half-open blouse.
She had worn a bra that opened in front, and he had the cups free in seconds. Warm waves of lust flooded through her as his mouth closed over her nipples. He sucked her nipples softly at first, then more insistently.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "I thought we had to go to a meeting."
"You're right," he panted. "I just can't stay away from these gorgeous tits."
"I'm glad you like them," Candy smiled. "But we don't want to be late."
"Of course not. Please button up your clothes and we'll be on our way."
Candy did as she was told. She was fully clothed and respectable again in two minutes. She ran a quick comb through her hair.
"If you want to get together, you know, tonight after work, it's okay with me," she told him. "Maybe I can make it up to you."
"Oh, you will, you will," he said mysteriously as he led her out the office door and down the hall.
Candy followed him, not exactly liking the sound of the words he was saying. But it quickly left her mind as she entered the board room behind him and saw all the other important men sitting around the huge polished oak table. There were seven of them, all dressed in conservative pinstriped suits and regimental ties.
They seemed to run in age from their early thirties, like Rick, to the early fifties. But all of them were tanned and fit, handsome and crisply businesslike. Nevertheless, they all gave Candy the once over. Their gazes swept up and down her body hungrily.
Candy sat down where Rick told her to and began to take notes of the meeting. The whole thing was crushingly boring. Now she knew why Rick had said this was punishment for anything. She couldn't see how they could stand it, although they were discussing matters of supposed importance to the company.
Finally the conversation came to a pause. Rick stood up from his chair and walked around the table, stopping behind Candy. She looked up and back over her shoulder at him, questioningly.
"Gentlemen, Miss Kendall here was obligingly offered to provide us with some entertainment today," he said.
Candy felt a puzzlement that quickly turned to alarm as she saw the way the assembled executives were all looking at her. Again their eyes were removing her clothes, ravishing her shapely body.
He can't mean something like that, she told herself. After all, it's rape, it's force, it's against the law. This is a responsible, wellknown business. They don't just take unsuspecting girls into the boardroom and gangrape them, do they?
She glanced around nervously, seeing the undisguised lust in the eyes of all the men. She glanced back up at Rick, whose face was impassive.
"What… what do you mean?" she asked softly. "We never…"
"Didn't we?" he snapped, again mysteriously. "Didn't you offer to make it up to me?"
"Well, yes, but…"
"There are no buts about it, Candy," he said, dropping his hands to the collar of her blouse and beginning to work the first button free.
Candy looked down at his fingers, unable to believe her eyes or her ears. She reached up and tried to push his hands away, but he was too strong for her.
"Resistance is pointless, Candy," he whispered through his teeth. "Help me here, George, will you?"
George was the man sitting directly next to Candy's chair. Smiling, he got up and held Candy's arms at her sides while Rick finished opening her blouse. There was nothing Candy could do but let it happen. She glowered with hatred into George's eyes, trying to let him know how she despised him for taking part in this horrible event.
But in the back of her mind she couldn't help realizing how at another time, in another place, she would have been attracted to him.
George was blond and virile, with a square chin and piercing blue eyes. He obviously could not turn his eyes away from her body as he helped Rick slip the blouse off her arms.
"God, you can't do this to me!" Candy finally cried out as she felt Rick's fingers toying with the clasp of her bra.
Another man had now joined them. He leaned his face close to hers, so that she could sniff the sharp smell of his after-shave. He was graying at the temples and looked rich and tough.
"Candy, we wouldn't do anything to you that you didn't want," he said in a very suggestive voice.
"Then how come you're doing this to me now!"
Suddenly she felt the clasp between the cups of her bra come open. Rick peeled away the bra and quickly George's hands were all over her warm tits, squeezing them, rolling her nipples in his fingers. In spite of herself Candy could feel an unmistakable sexual excitement that she wished would go away.
"Wow, she's really gorgeous, isn't she?" she heard another approaching voice say.
"Ohhhh! How can you do this to me?" she tried to protest, wriggling to escape.
But there was no escape in store for her now. There were too many strong men, their hands now touching her body everywhere. They unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her kicking legs. Her panties quickly followed.
George had leaned his head close and was now toying with her nipples, curling his tongue around them, sucking them gently. Even though she didn't want to respond, sexual fires leaped alive in her throbbing tits.
At the same time, now that her panties were off, another, man was crouching between her thighs. Two other men held her legs spread to keep her from kicking or struggling too hard. When she felt the man's mouth on her cunt the thrill was too much for her.
"Aahhnnnnnn!" she moaned, biting her lower lip to stop herself.
I can't let them think I'm enjoying it! she thought. I don't want to enjoy it, I can't be enjoying it! Not really! They're doing this all against my will!
"Stop it! Ohhhhhh, stop it!" she pleaded with them. "Please, don't! Oh don't! Unngghhh!"
The tongue in her flowing pussy drove her delirious with sudden pleasure. She was totally helpless, at their mercy. Desperate not to respond, she still couldn't ignore the hot demanding fires that coursed through her young feverish flesh.
"Here, let's get her up here where she's more available, men," she heard Rick's voice saying.
Suddenly she was being lifted by several of the men. They placed her flat on her back on top of the huge polished oak boardroom table. Again she tired to roll away, to escape, but they held her there.
Through the hot tears that brimmed up in her eyes she could see ties being unknotted, shirts rapidly unbuttoned, flies unzipped.
God, they're all going to fuck me! she thought in a panic.
And yet at the same time in the pit of her stomach she could feel a stirring of incredible excitement at the prospect. It shocked and stunned her that she could feel that way. She tried to make the feeling go away, but the insistent mouths and hands on her burning flesh made yielding so easy, resisting so hard. Now two of them were sucking her nipples at once, and the feeling was driving her up the wall.
Something brushed her lips, as her eyes fluttered open she saw dangling in her face one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. Obediently she parted her lips and took the huge prick into her mouth, thrilling with fresh lust as she felt the monster swell and throb against her working tongue.
"Ummmmmmwwoornmmmmm!" she hummed, giving herself up to the wild desires of the moment.
Somehow, since there was no escape, she felt that the only alternative was to enjoy it. And enjoy it she did. All the men seemed to find her extraordinarily beautiful, and the fact that they all wanted to fuck her heightened her pleasure.
"God, she's beautiful!" she heard one of them say again. "Let me have her first, fellas. Rank has its privileges."
She looked down her supine body to see the man with the graying temples crawling between her splayed, creamy thighs.
He must be the president of the company or something, she thought. That's why they're letting him have me first.
For his age, his body was lean and tanned, his prick a thick, throbbing shaft of purplish gristle. He rubbed the head of his cock in the outer furrow of her juicy quim, then slid it deep into her. Candy gagged with delight.
"Unngghh!"
At the same instant the man who was fucking her mouth with his massive cock pushed her head back down, on the table. He fucked his stiff cock so deep into her throat that she thought briefly that she might suffocate.
But he quickly pulled his prick out again, then settled into a steady rhythm of fucking. The two men who had been sucking her tits gave way to two others. Their fresh mouths were hungry with passion, and they sucked her nipples so sharply that Candy began to squirm wildly, whimpering with pleasure.
The sensations that flowed through her quivering young body were almost too sweet and intense to bear.
God, it's wonderful! she thought. I don't want it to stop! But God, I never thought anything like this could be so good.
Her uncontrollable squirming excited the man who was fucking her enormously. He really began to fuck his cock into her clenching pussy, groaning aloud with hot lust. Meanwhile, the man with the huge prick gave someone else a chance at her mouth.