Chapter 8: Santa Barbara, California - Part 3

Candace met me at the Santa Barbara terminal. Taking both my hands, "Rob, I'm so glad you're here," she said, her voice husky.

"How are you doing, Candace?" I asked, looking into her eyes, smiling a little.

"I'll be all right. You're suffering too, I know. You two - your father and you - got so close this summer. We had a good time, didn't we?"

Her eyes filling with tears, she dropped my hands, pulling a tissue from her pocket. As we walked toward the Expedition, I looked into her psyche. The colors were all wrong. Candace was overwhelmed with grief and despair. Carefully, I began manipulating the colors, calming her, reducing the feelings of despair, helping her reconcile herself to the loss of my father.

When we got to the Expedition, Candace turned to me, the hint of a smile on her face, her long auburn hair floating around her face in the morning breeze. "Rob, I'm really glad you're here. I... I think I just need someone to talk to."

Peering into her mind, I realized that she was alone in her sorrow. Louise, Irma and Carol had each other, but - except for the three servant-guards, who she wasn't close to, Candace had to suffer through her grief by herself. I thought of my mother - she was alone too.

We were quiet as Candace drove to the ranch. I continued probing her mind to discover what more I could do to help. I found that in addition to the grief she felt at my father's death, she had loved him deeply, and she feared she would never be able to love like that again. Candace was still young, only 29. I used the power to help her realize that most of her life was still ahead of her, that her future would hold more opportunities for love and companionship.

When Candace stopped the vehicle outside the ranch, waiting for the gate to swing open, she said, "This is all yours now." Then, turning to me, "Irma told me about the will, that you'll be inheriting the ranch."

"Yes, but don't worry about it," I reassured her. "I don't want to change things for you. You can stay on here as long as you want."

Inside, I told Candace I would take my old room - she could stay in the master bedroom she had shared with my father. I dropped my bag in my room, knowing the servants would unpack for me. In my father's study, I had Candace show me the files, making sure I had all the files and records for the projects my father had been working on, then told her I would be using the Expedition all day tomorrow. I needed to contact the aliens.

After Candace left me in the study, recalling my concern about my mother during the drive from the airport, I picked up the phone and dialed her number. "Mom, how are you doing? Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine. It was a shock, but I'm coping. Grandma's here, don't worry about me."

Relieved that my mom had my grandmother with her to help with her grief, I started going through my father's files, working straight through until dinner. Most of the records were on the computer, but a lot were paper files. Around noon, Candace brought my lunch. I ate while working. I found that the aliens' changes increased enormously my ability to focus on whatever I was working on, something I had already begun to notice at MIT.

At seven, Candace and I had dinner together in the dining room. She had changed from the striped tee-shirt and jeans she was wearing in the morning to tailored black slacks and a silk blouse with a dark green pattern that complemented her green eyes. She was in a better mood now, talking freely about her plans for the future. Looking into her psyche again, I saw that her earlier despair was almost totally eliminated.

"I appreciate you letting me stay," she said, smiling. "It shouldn't be too long before I'm ready to move on." When I told her I was thinking about inviting Bobbi and Claudia after I returned from my trip tomorrow, "Oh, that's great," she said. "It'll be good to see them again. We had such a wonderful time together this summer," her eyes filling with tears.

Back at work in my dad's study, I was just completing my review of the files when Louise called. She told me the autopsy on my dad would be carried out tomorrow. Everyone who needed to be informed of my father's death had been notified, and she thought we should plan on scheduling his funeral for Tuesday next week. "Wait until we get the autopsy results," I told her. "We can't decide on the funeral until we know what they find."

"Do you really think they'll find anything?"

"That's why we need the autopsy, to see what they might find," I said. She told me Stanley had filed my father's will with the court in Phoenix and didn't expect any problems. I told Louise to have Dr. Meisner call me when he had the autopsy results, then ended the call.

It was a little before 10:00. The review of my dad's files was finished, and because I would have to get up early tomorrow morning to drive to the butte in Nevada, I decided to go to bed early. I put all my dad's papers away and walked upstairs. Candace's bedroom door was open a crack. As I passed by in the hall, she called me in.

Candace was sitting cross-legged on the bed a magazine in her lap, wearing a man's sleeveless white undershirt and pink panties, soft music playing in the background. "Rob, I wanted to thank you again for letting me stay here like this," she said, looking up at me, brushing her auburn hair off her forehead.

"That's alright," I said. "I'm glad to be able to help."

As I moved toward the door, Candace said, "I had Luis check the Expedition - fill the gas tank, make sure everything's all right. I know you've got a long trip ahead of you tomorrow."

"It's not that far. Just something I've got to do for dad. It'll probably only take seven or eight hours. I'll just go, take care of what I need to do, then turn around and come back. I should be back in time for dinner." As I was talking, Candace set the magazine aside, her heavy breasts moving under the cotton fabric of her shirt. Looking into her mind, I saw that she was beginning to focus her attention on me, that she was beginning to view me as the man who would meet her emotional and sexual needs.

Candace looked up at me. It had been several days since I had been with a woman - a long time for me, at least since I was altered by the aliens. I guess my self-imposed abstinence was a way of mourning for my dad. But Candace was beautiful, and sexy. There was no question that if the circumstances were different, I would take her in a second. But she was my dad's woman.

Candace half opened her mouth, about to speak, her tongue touching her lower lip. She shifted her body slightly, the fleshy breasts moving under her shirt, her nipples making small tents in the fabric, a faint hint of pink showing through the white cotton. Smiling, "That's good to know. I'll make sure to have something special for your dinner."

I walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge - not too close. I could smell her clean scent - bath soap and baby powder. I sat there quietly, looking at Candace, thinking. She looked up, her eyes bright, "I enjoyed having dinner with you tonight, Rob. You were good company." Then, her green eyes looking directly into mine, "It's not good for me to be alone too much."

It was her eyes that did it... and her hair, and her breasts, and her legs, and all that Candace was. I reached out, putting my hand on hers, "You don't need to be alone," I said, at the same time using my power to excite her sexually, focusing her desire on me.

Candace took my hand in both of hers, "Rob, thank you. That's so wonderful of you. I... I don't know what to say." Her eyes looking into mine, then down at my hand as it rested between hers, then up into my eyes again.

"You don't need to say anything," I said, moving closer, staring into her eyes. Gently, I freed my hand from hers. Then slowly, I ran my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, relishing the feel of the soft skin... the firm flesh beneath. Her eyes closed as I pulled her toward me, pressing my mouth to hers.

Candace responded passionately, her lips opening under mine, her arms holding me to her. As we broke our kiss, she rested her head on my shoulder, touching my neck with her lips. I ran my hands over her shoulders, her back, stroking the firm flesh through the cotton of her shirt. Pulling away a little, sitting up, she caste her eyes down for a second, then up, looking at me. "Rob, the ranch belongs to you now," she said, then taking the hem of her undershirt in her hands, pulling it off over her head. "And everything in it."

As Candace moved, tossing the undershirt to the floor, I stared at her large breasts swaying in front of me. They were beautiful, full, heavy, slightly pendulous, tipped with large circular aureoles, the protruding nipples pointing up from the center of each pale-pink circle. I had seen pictures of Candace naked in my Playboy collection, but in real life her breasts were spectacular.

Looking up from her breasts, smiling, "So you belong to me now?" I asked.

"If you want me," she said, her green eyes staring into mine.

"I want," I said, my eyes locked on hers. Reaching forward, I cradled the heavy flesh in my palms, caressing, squeezing the full breasts, rolling my palms over the hardening nipples, pinching, stroking.

Candace, closing her eyes, took my hands in hers, forcing them tighter on her heavy breasts. "Oh, Rob... oh," she gasped. "What you're doing to me... it's so... so wonderful." I bent forward, pressing my mouth to first one erect nipple, then the other, licking, sucking. As I worked my mouth over her nipples, my hands squeezing, Candace began gasping and moaning, her breathing ragged. "Oh... oh... oh," she cried, pulling me tight to her.

Looking into her psyche, I saw that Candace was almost ready to orgasm. I couldn't believe it was happening again, that another girl was responding like this from just having her breasts stimulated. This was too much like what happened with Bobbi to be a coincidence. Probing deeper into Candace's psyche, I saw how my father had altered her, how he had increased the sensitivity of her breasts and nipples, how he had increased her ability to be sexually excited from having her breasts stimulated.

He must have done this to Bobbi too. After the aliens gave me the power, I never thought about examining Bobbi or Claudia to see how dad had altered them. Guess I should have, but I was too busy enjoying myself to think about it. Now, probing deeply into Candace, into her libido, I saw how he had modified her sexuality, increasing her sexual responsiveness to make her the perfect lover for him - and now for me.

Lifting my face from her bosom, I kissed Candace on the lips, my hands still caressing her breasts, my thumbs stroking the erect nipples. Her arms came around my neck, her mouth opening under mine as we kissed passionately. As we disengaged, her eyes opened, looking into mine, "That feels so good," she said. "Oh... oh, Rob... your hands... you're driving me wild."

Cradling her full breasts in my palms, I moved my fingers to the puffy aureoles. Taking an erect nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each of my hands, I began pinching and pulling in a kind of milking motion. Candace brought her hands up to mine, holding them tight against her breasts. Then, her eyes closing, her back arching, breathing in deeply through her nose, her body shuddered as she peaked.

She collapsed into my arms, her breathing slowing as I held her, stroking the smooth skin of her back. After a moment Candace looked up at me, taking my hands in hers. "You have wonderful hands," she said, softly kissing the palms of my hands. Then, her fingers unbuttoning my shirt, "I think you're going to like my hands too."

"I think I like all of you," I said smiling, helping her with the buttons, then pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

Candace pressed her face to my chest, nuzzling the hair in the center, licking... sucking my nipples, her hands stroking. I held her breasts in my hands, gently squeezing... teasing the hard nipples. My hand moved to her thigh, stroking the soft inner skin, my fingers sliding inside the vee of her panties, stroking her labia damp with lubrication.

Candace moaned, sliding down my body to the floor, her mouth running down my chest, over my belly. Then she was kneeling before me, her tongue inside my navel, as I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. Her fingers ran over the khaki fabric of my pants, stopping to squeeze... knead when they discovered my swollen cock straining against the material.

Squeezing my erection through the material of my pants, Candace looked up at me, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "Suck it," I commanded. "I want you to suck my cock."

"Mmmm... I want that too, darling," she said, her fingers working at the button at the top of my pants.

I helped Candace unfasten my pants, then half stood so she could slide the pants and shorts together down my legs. As she slid the clothing down my thighs, my erect organ popped up. "Ummm, it's beautiful... so big and beautiful," she said bending forward, licking the broad head, still sliding the clothing down my legs. I kicked off my shoes. Candace slipped my pants and boxers off, then pulled off my socks.

Her hands reaching my cock, Candace held it gently, stroking its hard length with both hands. She looked up at me, her eyes staring into mine, her hands working on my erection. As precum began bubbling out of my urethra, covering the broad cockhead, she smiled, apparently pleased at what her efforts had produced.

"Suck it," I commanded.

"Wait," she said. "I need... " Then, raising her torso up a little, Candace bent over me bringing her pendant breasts close to my erect cock. Holding my cock upright with her left hand, and holding first one, then the other breast with her right hand, she rubbed the shiny cockhead over her nipples, covering them with precum. "Ummm," she moaned. "Ummm... that feels so good. Then, her hands on the shaft, she was pressing her mouth down over my organ, her lips stretching as she forced her mouth lower and lower, her tongue working over the hard flesh. Using short stroking movements of her mouth, each one deeper than the previous, she was able to take the full length into her.

The feeling was incredible. I hadn't experienced this since the aliens enlarged my penis. Her lips were at the base of my cock, her tongue massaging the shaft, her throat trembling around the cockhead, her soft hair brushing my thighs. Her hands moved over my balls, softly rubbing them, her fingers caressing the sensitive spot between my anus and the back of my scrotum.

Candace pulled her mouth off my cock for a moment, gasping for breath. "Is it good? Am I doing good?" she asked. "I want to make it good for you, darling."

"It's wonderful," I said. "How do you do it? No one has ever been able to take it all before?"

"I love it... I love sucking you like this. I just concentrate on how wonderful it is, then I do it," Candace replied. Then, she again pressed her mouth over my cock, slowly moving lower and lower until her mouth was at the base, her lips touching my pubic hair. Watching her cheeks concave as she sucked me, I moaned with pleasure at the sensations - the wet vacuum as her throat caressed my cock, her tongue stroking the shaft, her hands caressing my balls and perineum.

Candace stroked up with her mouth, holding my cock at the base, gasping, looking up into my eyes. Kneeling between my legs, she shifted her body a little, moving closer to me, straddling my right leg. I reached out to her heavy tits swaying before me, cradling them in my palms, rubbing... pinching the hard nipples. I looked into her mind, seeing how aroused she was, almost to the point of orgasm again.

I slid my hands to her armpits, pulling her up, toward me. Holding my cock in her hand, "Please, let me... " she said. "Let me finish... like this."

"Come on. I want to fuck you now," I said, pulling her up on top of me as I laid back on the bed. I shifted my body back so I was lying lengthwise on the bed, my back supported by pillows piled against the headboard.

Candace crawled over my body, straddling my waist, staring into my eyes as I ran my hands over her body, stroking the soft skin, caressing her hips - her waist, fondling the heavy breasts. My left hand at her breasts, I ran my right hand over her belly, down to her satin panties, the vee slick with her juices. As I rubbed her pubis through the material, she moaned deeply, then gasped, "Take them off. I need you in me now."

"And I want in you," I said, sliding the panties over her hips. She lowered her body, her breasts against my chest, making it easier to slide the satin panties lower on her legs. As I struggled to slide the panties all the way off, she pulled up, stretching back to sweep the panties down her legs onto the floor, revealing the swollen labia... the fine vertical line of trimmed pubic hair.

Her eyes glazed, Candace held my cock in her hands. Raising herself a little, she rubbed the head over the slick labia lubricating it, then, slowly lowered herself until about half its length was inside her. The muscles of her vagina contracted around me squeezing my cock with warm, rippling pressure. "Ohh... it feels so good," she panted. Then, with a low moan, she lowered herself fully, her vaginal muscles still clenched around me, my hard cock spreading apart the warm walls of her vagina, the head pressing against her cervix.

With all of my organ in her now, Candace was grinding herself against me, massaging her clitoris against my hardness, all the while squeezing my cock with rippling vaginal muscles. I reached again to the pendant breasts, swaying in front of me, squeezing the full flesh, pinching the hard nipples. "Umm... you feel so good inside me," she gasped. "Do you like it?"

"You're wonderful," I said. "I've never felt anything like this before."

"Wait, there's more" she gasped. Then, bending forward, she kissed me deeply on the mouth, her tongue dancing against mine, simultaneously kneading my cock with the tight muscles rippling through her vagina. Suddenly, I felt my cock tightly constricted, her vagina squeezing me like a vice. Pulling her mouth from mine, giving a soft, high-pitched cry, Candace collapsed onto my chest, as the muscles of her vagina spasmed around my hard cock.

"Thank you, darling," she said, kissing me briefly on the lips, then lightly kissing my face... my neck... my chest.

As the muscles of her vagina relaxed, I was able to move inside her again. My hands gripping her butt, raising my hips, I thrust my cock into Candace, the head rubbing against her cervix. "Yes, more... I know you want more. I want more too, Rob darling," she said, sitting up, lifting up until only my cocktip was inside her, then plunging down, again grinding herself against me, massaging... squeezing my cock with the sinuous muscles of her vagina.

I reached for her tits, holding them in my hands, squeezing so the nipples became even more engorged, throbbing with the blood passing through them. I pressed my mouth to first one, then the other swollen nipple, sucking... gently nibbling. "Ohhh, yes, bite them... bite them hard," Candace gasped. Slowly, I increased the pressure of my teeth on the nipple of her left breast, Candace moaning, her vagina massaging my cock. Then I moved my mouth to the other swollen nipple, sucking first, then biting, slowly building pressure as I had done with the first, pinching her left nipple hard with the fingers of my right hand.

Gasping... moaning, Candace began orgasming again, the muscles of her vagina spasming - pulsing on my cock, squeezing so tight it seemed I couldn't move, then letting up slightly before clamping tight again. During one of the brief moments when her pulsing muscles relaxed, I pulled my cock back, then rammed it again into her spasming pussy, forcing the beautiful playmate to moan as my hard cock forced itself between the tight muscles of her vagina.

I grabbed her butt, forcing my cock as deep into her as possible. Candace wrapped her arms around me, her breasts tight against my chest, her face in the crook of my shoulder, crying... moaning with pleasure, kissing... licking... biting me as her orgasm continued, her vagina massaging my cock with increasing pressure. Her vagina pulsing on my cock, I rubbed the head against her cervix, pressing as tightly into her as possible. "I'm gonna come," I gasped.

"Yes, do it, do it to me," Candace cried. "Come inside me. Please, I want you to come in me... please."

Her pussy gripping me tightly, I pulled back until about half the length of my cock remained in her, than rammed it into her with all my strength, then back out... then in, then out... then in. I pressed my cockhead as hard against her cervix as possible, feeling myself about to come. Then the semen was rushing from my balls, streaming out of my urethra coating her cervix, flowing into her womb. Candace arched her back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her vagina spasming on my cock as she felt her being penetrated by wave after wave of my viscous seed.

Candace, her back arched, her pussy pulsing on my cock, threw her hands up, every muscle of her body tight, her pussy squeezing my cock almost unbearably. Then, suddenly, she relaxed, simultaneously a stream of fluid gushed from inside her, flowing over me as she collapsed onto my chest.

I stroked her back with my fingertips as Candace lay on top of me breathing deeply. Kissing her temple, massaging her back with my palms, "Candace, are you alright?" I asked.

Raising up a little, smiling, "I'm alright," she said. "I'm really all right. That was wonderful. Thank you... thank you Rob, darling." Then, kissing me lightly on the lips, "That only happens to me once in a while - ejaculating like that... only when I come really hard. So, you know how wonderful it was for me."