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Authors name: Mile End (mileend@ix.netcom.com)
Story title : After The Jr High Prom

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After The Jr High Prom (MFF, drugs, exh, oral, tripping)
by Mile End (mileend@ix.netcom.com) 

***

The following story is a true story... however with some 
minor embellishments permited by my understandably 
biased memory. The names have been changed... the 
locations are different. But the circumstances did 
happen much in the way the story relates.

MY JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL PROM: AT CANDYS' HOUSE AFTERWARD

During my junior year in high school, I had the 
opportunity to join a club called the International Band 
and Folkdancers. The members of this group were all 
flaky. I took it up because of loneliness, seeking 
female companionship. My partner, which I chose, was the 
best looking girl there, good looking, but a little bit 
messed up in the head.

Candice (I called her Candy) was a sophomore at Denver 
Senior High. She stood about five foot two, a trifle 
short by comparison to most gals her age, but what she 
lost in height she made up for in personal endowments. 
Candy had jet black hair shoulder length worn with a 
slight outward sweeping curl. Her hair shone, the way 
you would expect a Veronica or Sophia's hair would shine 
- not a fine texture, but thick hair with weight to it.

Framed in that hair was a cherubic face with high 
prominent cheekbones permanently blushed. Ample out-
turned lips made sure you were aware that she was a 
mature young woman and not a short sophomore girl. Her 
eyes had a deep fathomless quality behind the black 
pupils. A guy could lose himself trying to find her soul 
beneath those eyes.

As the reader is aware off by now, you note that I 
prefer my women on the slightly thinner side. What 
possessed me to attach myself to Candy? Her stature and 
the unmatched, if somewhat dumpy clothing she wore, 
implied the type of body that was molded into the 
clothing. You know, the type that looks absolutely 
voluptuous dressed, but expands to a size 48 tub of lard 
upon removal of the tight panty-hose and girdle.

Candy was anything but that. What you saw clothed was 
the same shape undressed. There were no elastic supports 
on this lady; she didn't need them and they surely would 
have been a waste of time.

Candice was a member of the Church of Scientology - an 
organization, that if I understand everything Candice 
told me, believes the only form of government is 
anarchy.

They have an aggressive recruiting program. Saying they 
can take care of the world's problems through mind 
control and modification; and that it would only cost 
$625 for the first class. Sounded like mind control to 
me, alright.

My friend, Rick, and I tried to talk her out of the 
organization, but our efforts never really worked until 
five years later when she saw the light of our 
reasoning.

Pathetic as her membership in this organization was, it 
did have some beneficial spinoffs for me.

For one, Candice had moved away from her legal guardians 
because the church said so. She lived in a house by 
herself.

Two; Scientology preaches free love. This affected her 
way of looking at life and her sexual relationships; 
though she was afraid (as any normal teenage girl 
growing up would be), she didn't have parental guidance 
and because of the church's meddling with her mind she 
didn't have the normal constraints of society. Her 
guardians were flakier than her.

*

My most enduring memory of Candy is of our Junior Prom 
night. Though Candice was a year younger than me, I 
flouted tradition and asked her to be my date at the 
prom.

I showed up at her house with a corsage. She wore the 
most gorgeous red velvet dress, adding a certain flair 
of sensuousness to the air. I wore the obligatory black 
tuxedo. There is not much to say of the actual prom, 
other than ignoring girls in my class with an outsider, 
getting our picture taken, and some very close dancing.

After the prom, we when to the IHOP near the Civic 
Center for breakfast with her guardians. Candice, though 
normally avoiding contact with her guardians, had 
invited them to meet me and I knew my meeting and making 
a good impression was very important to Candice. She 
wanted to show and prove to them that she wasn't a slut, 
as they seemed to impress upon her, but just a normal 
teenage girl trying to grow up.

They were very direct in their questioning and asked if 
I'd been fucking their daughter and if I had enjoyed it. 
Upon my negative nod, her step-father told me bluntly 
that I ought to get some saying he ought to know, he's 
had her many times. Even his new wife was no moral help. 
She's lecherously eyeing my crotch.

I tried my best to maintain my composure, but they soon 
had me to a quivering mass of jelly, embarrassed and 
fidgeting to get out of there. We finally said our 
goodbyes, without the convictions behind them; even 
declining a much needed ride north on a cold and frigid 
night. Instead, we availed ourselves of a Farwest cab.

The ride to her place is quiet; uneventful. She is 
simmering I feel. I can understand why. She has been 
embarrassed and made to feel worse than a two-bit whore 
in front of a date she has just presented to uphold her 
respectability. I don't know the whole story; just what 
she has been through in her home life, but I think her 
running away and becoming hooked up with the 
scientologists is somehow related to the treatment she 
has gotten at home. She has tried to mend fences and as 
I was about to find out, she was going to tear those 
fences down forever, to totally alienate herself from 
her family. I could feel to raw hatred.

I also took note that I was beginning to assume some of 
this heat myself. I was present at this despicable 
scene. However, I never expected that I would be her 
instrument of revenge, albeit, an unknown and un-
presented instrument. We held hands in the cab, but I 
was holding a cold lifeless hand - Candice' energies 
were directed elsewhere; she was debating some 
fundamental course of action; and I was available.

Five dollars and thirtyˇfive cents later we pulled up 
the darkened street on upper View Ridge, pulling to the 
curb in front of her house. Candice opens her side 
before I can get out and huffs off towards the steep, 
unpainted wooden steps up to the front porch.

"Do you want me to wait for you?," asks the hack.

"No, I don't suppose so. I can catch the bus home from 
here." And the cabbie drives off with a knowing 
conspiratorial smile on his face. No wonder no one likes 
cabbies.

I rush up beside her fumbling for her keys in her 
clutch, difficult to find anything under the burned out 
porch light.

I can't think of much to say to her. It has been a 
spoiled night for me. Even more so for her. "I enjoyed 
myself tonight, Candy. Really, I did," but I don't 
sound all that convincing to her and she knows it.

She finally locates her keys and clutching them in 
frustration, turns to face me, the rage still there, but 
softened by glistening eyes, ready to let forth a 
torrent should her guard ever relax so much as a 
hairbreadth.

"I tried so much to be normal, to show them I was good 
and proper and respectable. I've lived with that asshole 
for so long that I don't know what's proper and right 
anymore.

She pauses to stifle a sniffle with the back of her 
hand; I don't know what to say.

"I tried to get you as mine to be mine, and not what 
they wanted.

I tried to make it a good night for us but I failed. I'm 
sorry" the lone tear in the corner of her eye welling 
up, about to breach the dike.

"I'm not going to worry about your parents. We tried, 
but after all, I went out with you and you're the one 
I'm trying to impress, not you're parents. I took you to 
the prom because I like you, and you were marvelous. Did 
you see how many turned their heads to see you? Don't 
put yourself down." I grasp her by the shoulders trying 
to emphasize my point, but I see doubt and anger still 
there. "Is there anything I can do before I go home, 
honey?" I say softly. I regret having to leave her in 
this state, but the last bus of the night will be going 
by in about fifteen minutes and I'll have the rush the 
six blocks to catch it. I don't look forward to a cold, 
damp and dismal walk home at three in the morning.

"Stay with me tonight. Stay and keep me company. I need 
someone around me now; I'm all alone in the world now - 
don't have anybody to call on."

I'd never stayed out all night; at least not to the 
point, that after a night of carousing with the guys, I 
wouldn't be back in my own bed at home by five or six in 
the morning. To stay with a woman all night, with the 
implications that you just can't get up at six and sneak 
home (after all, that wouldn't be proper); but must stay 
through the next morning, and probably the better part 
of the next afternoon as well - well I don't know. I 
wanted to, but my responsibilities to home said this was 
a noˇno; jumping into the frying pan on the other burner 
when they haven't even lit the fire under you yet. You 
know what they say about fools would tread where they 
shouldn't. Well I certainly wasn't an angel.

Problem was, Candy was vulnerable. Vulnerable to herself 
(the altruism in me) and vulnerable to me (the devil may 
care in me). I let myself be led in, hook, line and 
sinker and onto the living room sofa.

Candy wasn't rich and the surroundings reflected the 
frugalness of her existence. Furnished early college-
freshman style with shelves made of painted cinder 
blocks and pine planks; K-mart special stereo and lots 
of bean bag chairs scattered around the dimly lit room. 
The sofa I was sitting on had seen many a year in other 
living rooms before ending up here. But the place was 
clean I could see; something to be proud of given the 
circumstances. I knew Candy was a proud woman.

It was with a surprise that I recognized the ziplock, 
rolled baggie with shredded wheat inside for what it 
was, and for the bottle of not quite cold Cold Duck 
sparkling wine Candy brought out from the kitchen, 
shutting off the lights behind her.

She busies herself rolling a deft pinwheel joint while I 
watch in fascination; so, I get up to play some music on 
the stereo. Some records we have in common, something 
light and befitting this mood, I put on some Mystic 
Moods and join her in an oversized bean bag chair and 
take the offered joint, inhaling deeply and holding as I 
feel the thick acrid smoke clear from my lungs into my 
bloodstream.

I am not a frequent user of weed. On the few occasions 
I've partaken (all since moving to here), I've noticed 
that it strikes me very fast and potently. So fast and 
effectively that I avoid it except under the most secure 
and familiar of circumstances. I have a very thin ego-
shell and worry about exposing the real me. As they say, 
knowledge of thine enemy is the most potent weapon.

It is perhaps a tribute to Candy that I did accept that 
night. We had never toked together before - I wasn't 
even aware she did, nor she, I. But I felt very 
comfortable here with her; alone, just the two of us, 
behind a securely locked door and no wild parties to 
arouse the ire of the neighbors. Too, Candy's psyche was 
an open wound, the ragged edges of her needs requiring 
attention.

I couldn't empathize with her needs unless I dropped my 
barriers to show that I was just as vulnerable. I 
accepted, took a guzzle of Cold Duck and settled back 
into the bean bag with Candy criss-cross over my 
stomach, my drawn up knees supporting her back. I let 
the beautiful sounds of a rainstorm accompanied to the 
piano recital of Sleepy Shores waft over and through my 
senses. Like I said, I've always enjoyed the Mystic 
Moods orchestra with its mixing of natural occurrences 
(like rain) with mood setting music. The mood was set.

We shared a second joint between us, this one more 
conventionally rolled with a hefty helping of grass. 
This hog of the tokes, a veritable Columbian Cigar was 
meant to reinforce and amplify for a longer period of 
time the high we got from the pinwheel at the 'snap of a 
switch'. It was heady, cloying smoke that we tunneled 
into each other.

The method of 'tunneling' is an art in the MJ culture. 
It means to take to lit joint backwards into your mouth, 
while your partner takes the other end, and to blow the 
THC laden smoke forcibly into the lungs of your partner. 
Doing it this way produces less carbonized burn 
products, release of greater amounts of the volatile 
oils of THC, and more volume of smoke in the lungs than 
your partner can reasonably expect to draw under his or 
her own power. The effect is dynamite. The high produced 
is higher, more sense distorting, and longer lasting 
than toking three to four times the regular way.

I was glad when we finally finished that joint. I wanted 
to enjoy this floating consciousness. My hand holding my 
glass of wine in Candy's lap was frozen and I stared at 
it for the longest time, trying to make the glass move. 
I didn't want a drink, I just wanted that obstinate 
glass to move. Finally I manage to tilt the glass enough 
but all I managed was slopping half the wine into her 
lap. I felt the moisture over my hand, wet under where 
her beautiful dress collected a puddle of slowly warming 
vin a' rouge. We both giggled at my feeble attempts as I 
try to slurp the spilled wine from her lap.

"Come on Larry. Let me change out of this dress into 
clothes you can make a mess out of without destroying," 
Cathy says as she climbs unsteadily to her feet and 
toddles off to the bedroom.

I make myself busy finding some more mood music for the 
player and plop back down into my now comfortable bean 
bag. It has a well-worn indent where my body slides 
right back into.

Cathy returns dressed in now familiar jeans and cream-
colored blouse and plops right back into her comfortable 
niche, facing me, back propped against my knees, legs 
straight out beside me. I run my hand lightly up the 
inside of her legs and back a couple of times, bringing 
my up-turned palm to a rest atop the pubic arch, the 
back of my hand feeling the warmth beneath. Cathy rests 
her own glass, atop my palm, hands steepled around the 
stem.

*

I stare across the arms length interval between us. My 
head is swirling as I try to focus on myself, dressed in 
faded jeans and creamy-white blouse. I feel the heat 
exuding from my crotch. I feel sensuous, an ache between 
my legs that cries for something, a need, a lacking.

Lifting my hand, I undo one of the buttons to my blouse, 
reaching under to feel the firmness of each breast, 
nipples hard and painfully sensitive. Why ain't I 
wearing my bra? I undo a few more buttons and let the 
warm evening air circulate around my taut skin, each 
small flurry of breeze sending shivers up the inner 
thighs. I'm intrigued as I study my breast from a 
distance, one in each palm. They don't exactly weigh the 
same. The one on the left, which is my right, is 
heavier, but the same size, it seems. Candy is doing 
something between my legs and it feels exciting.

Maybe I could tell the difference between titties if I 
tasted them, so I reach forward, titties still in hand 
and give a 'popsicle-like' suck, taking in each nipple 
and letting it slide out over my tongue, grasping the 
fore-end of each nipple lightly between my teeth before 
they wetly pop free again. Slightly salty; not bad! 
Something is definitely going on between my legs, I feel 
it as if I had an extension there, stuck out in the cold 
being slowly pulled up and down. I feel someone's 
fingers wrapped around me, but I have no dick, I have a 
vagina...that's silly, and I reach down to feel my 
pussy, spreading my legs just so wide to accompany my 
hand. There is nothing there; but I feel the hand going 
up and down.

I undo the button to my jeans, sliding the brass zipper 
down. With both hands, I yank my jeans and panties down 
to my ankles with one fluid pull towards me. Reaching 
out a finger, I run it up the lips to emerge wet and 
slick as well-oiled machinery. Absent-mindedly sucking 
my finger dry, I suddenly feel the urge for something to 
eat. Eat! Isn't that what men do to women and vice 
versa? I wonder what I taste like and I bury my head 
between my pussy voraciously attacking with tongue and 
teeth the soft tender meat there. 

"Easy Larry! I'm not a piece of hamburger to chew on. 
Tenderly and slowly. Please," cries Cathy and I realize 
where I am all of a sudden and taper of my attack.

I reclaim my identity and body as I delightedly feel a 
moist warm cavern descend over my cock, taking me to the 
base, where lips tightly seal and Cathy begins to draw 
up, her tongue rolling acrobatically over my shaft. I 
groan with pleasure.

Rolling Cathy atop me in one fluid, if awkward, motion, 
I run my tongue around the inside of her pussy taking in 
the animal smell of musk. I pass my tongue rapidly, 
butterfly style , slowing down now and then to feel the 
texture with my tongue. I can feel her shudders as she 
alternately tightens and relaxes her thigh muscles 
slapping against my trapped head like a sledgehammer.

Candy's clitoris is an ample piece of dark red flaccid 
meat, triangular in shape, with a tumescent shaft rising 
along the lower edge; the actual love bud; packed with 
thousands upon thousands of sensitive nerve endings. It 
is about threeˇquarters to an inch long, enough to 
protrude from the outer labia when those lips are 
closed. The sides are soft and smooth, like the walls of 
her pussy lips. No patterns in this skin as elsewhere on 
the body. No one will ever finger-print a pussy.

Candy's cocksucking has progressed to a steady up and 
down pattern with a new twist to it. As she goes down, 
her lips just barely skimming the skin, tongue dancing 
whirlpools over the head and retreating back into her 
mouth to stay over the pee-hole, she rotates her mouth 
about ninety degrees, only to rotate back in the other 
direction as she draws my cock up with her now tight 
lips.

Each time her lips close over the head on the up-stroke, 
she darts the pointed tip of her tongue sharply into the 
pee-hole eliciting a pleasurable tingle of sharp pain. 
The lip-tight seal is complete as she clears the head 
taking and swallowing the lubricating saliva intermixed 
with the first tentative drops of seminal fluid.

Each ever-increasing downstroke brings the head closer 
to the glottis, the underside of my cockhead feeling the 
texture, every rough tastebud coating the surface, 
contributing a little taste of me to each; sweet, sour, 
bitter, or salty bud tasting cock. I can by God, feel 
the bony ridge of the roof of her mouth covered by 
smooth mucus membranes.

My face is wet; covered with salty-thick pussy juice. I 
open my mouth as wide as I can planting it atop lips and 
clitoris both, trying to suck as much of her in as 
possible, vacuuming the juice down over my tongue for 
flavor and down my throat for sustenance. While my lips 
hold her pussy captive, my tongue washes and licks every 
nook and cranny. I suck as hard as I can over the clit, 
drawing as much blood to the surface as possible, 
heightening her sensations.

Licking both thumb and forefinger of my free hand, I 
slowly guide one each into her anus and vagina; ever so 
slowly so as not to cause harm until her natural 
lubrication takes over. I can only penetrate a half inch 
of so into her anus, but it is enough to rouse a wide 
more feral beast in her. My thumb is in her vagina to 
the hilt keeping time to the mouth-sucking she is giving 
me. Her spasms have already tried to pinch it free from 
my hand.

White mucus is forming a ring about the base of my 
captured thumb... a waxy dike around her vaginal mouth. 
. . and I tongue around it to get a taste of her inner 
joy. Tart, almost like alum. So much different than the 
clear pre-nuptial lubricant. I savor it for the fervor 
of the moment. All my senses are playing a part in this.

Cathy is going wild on my manhood now; attempting to 
swallow me whole, if possible. She no longer travels the 
entire length of my cock, instead leaving the furthest 
down she's gotten in her throat, relaxing her lips, her 
tongue lying flat and quiet. Saliva drips and slides 
from her mouth as she makes small up and down jabbing 
motions with her head, my cockhead bending slightly as 
it rounds the downward turn in her throat at the base of 
her tongue. I can feel the barrier each time my cock 
softly runs into her glottal muscle, partially open and 
forced more each time she slightly withdraws an eighth 
inch and forward a quarter.

I place my other hand atop her head reinforcing and 
adding my own desired thrust up with my cock. Finally I 
feel her throat muscle relax and with a vicious upward 
thrust with my cock and a violent downward push of her 
head, her lips slam and mash into the hairs at the base 
of my dick. Her lips nibble and stretch to the loose 
skin of my scrotum... as if she wants to suck my balls 
up into her mouth as well.

She tightens her lips and mouth, starting a sideways 
sweeping motion with her flattened tongue. The smooth 
muscle lining the esophagus has started its own milking 
action, trying to swallow the head of my cock protruding 
through the glottis. I can feel every action from 
Candy's voluntary sucking in her mouth to the heavenly 
automatic milking in her throat. I feel the full feeling 
spreading like acid up the tube of my cock. My dick 
begins to throb in her mouth, so tightly and irrevocably 
locked onto me.

I pull my thumb free of her hole and jab my tongue into 
her vagina as far as it will go during a relaxation of 
the spasms; only to be locked onto as her vaginal 
muscles begin their rhythmic contractions around the tip 
of my tongue. I'm barely able to breathe, my nose is 
squashed against her buttocks. I play my fingers in fast 
motion across her clit as first one wave, and then 
another crest over my tongue, being torn out by the 
roots.

I can't stand it so I begin rapid and violent thrusting 
motions with my hips raising them fast and hard her 
facet only to have her head, locked in place and milking 
away, bob up and down with my thrust. 

"My God. I'm coming! Suck me, baby. Suck me dry, uh!!!" 
I shudder between clenched teeth as a hot and full load 
of semen explodes free, burning the length of the shaft 
as it spurts upward.

"Take all of me, every last fucking drop baby!!!" 

With each ecstatic spurt, I feel her tongue draw 
backward to accommodate her drinking reflex, throat 
muscle doubling the rate of milking. One spurt, two, 
three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, 
twelve electric jolts; and each a complete tube 
emptying.

Finally the jetting ends and I relax my death's grip in 
her jet black hair allowing my cock-head to slip free of 
her esophagus. Her tongue is slippery and slick with my 
semen as she begins a gentle milking action, the tip of 
her tongue running up the underside to milk every last 
drop from my relaxed penis and down her throat.

I feel myself going soft in her mouth, her bruised lips 
still sucking the last drops of cum from my cock. I drop 
back exhausted as she rolls off me.

My face is covered with her sticky love juices drying 
masque-like, immobilizing the skin. My eyes itch from 
intrusions of alkaline juices smelling for all the world 
as if I were still between her legs sucking away.

I have only to run my tongue through my mustache to 
relive the tense arousal of the last half hour.

Candy is grinning widely at me, a drool of semen marring 
her pixie features from lips to chin. She reaches down 
and pulls draped slacks from her ankles then removes her 
sweat-drenched blouse stretching languorously in her 
aroused nakedness.

"Let's go at it again," she says, helping me to remove 
the rest of my clothes, discarding them carelessly to 
the side; then taking my soft cock again into her mouth, 
slowly rolling her tongue in a massage designed to 
cleanse it of cum and work it to hardness again.

At first, her tongue-work is just an irritant to my 
sensitive and sated cock; but Candy keeps up the tongue 
massage and adds a sucking rolling vacuum that soon has 
me feeling renewed desire and I feel myself growing 
behind her teeth again. After five or six minutes of her 
tender ministrations I am rock-hard and ready to go 
again, but Candy stops her work at this point and 
straddles me, lowering her pussy directly atop my cock.

Ever so slowly she allows me to enter her, controlling 
her down movements alternating with small up jabs to 
spread the lubrication and accommodate my throbbing 
dick. The warmth of her vagina is almost enough to send 
me off; but I control my impulses and concentrate on the 
ceiling.

When I'm buried to the hilt, Candy tucks her feet behind 
her and hands upon my chest starts a rhythmic up and 
down crescendo of slow, sliding, and sensuous fucks that 
hold me just at the borderline as I feel the texture 
inside her with my cock. Up... Down... Up... Down. My 
cock is wet with her juices and is frigid cold when she 
is up, only the head in the firebox. Every time she 
descends she sends shivers through me as cold dick and 
hot vagina co-mingle.

Her juices run through my forest and over my balls, 
cooling in the night air. The evaporation causes my sac 
to tighten and pull my balls in close; and the juices 
continue, flowing across the peritoneum and across my 
asshole and onto the slick plastic of the bean bag.

Her vagina is not so tight now; fully oiled. I feel a 
bead of cum work its' way towards the tip, tingling and 
stinging a little as a prelude to what will soon happen. 
My prostate cannot long hold back this pressure 
building.

I deposit this lone drop of cum on her cervix as I bump 
into it on one of her downstrokes.

Hands on her hips, I guide her more forcibly onto my 
cock; deeper and faster pushing against her cervix until 
she stretches the length to give me a bottomless pit to 
drive into.

Candy picks up the increasing tempo her vaginal muscles 
twitching now and then to grasp my cock and momentarily 
stop its' flight.

Abruptly, Candy stops, vagina tightened around my almost 
jetting cock. My climax is stopped midstream!

I'm buried to the hilt between her hips trying to grind 
in and find release. I feel a mini-climax as I spasm 
lightly into her in empty throbs; feeling the pleasure 
of coming; but not letting loose my load and staying 
constantly hard.

"Feel good, Larry?" she asks all too knowingly. She has 
read me like a book and knows when to cut-off or slow 
down stimulation.

As I nod my head in agreement, she draws her knees, at 
my sides, closer together, raising her pussy a little 
off my pelvis. With one hand, she reaches behind her and 
grasps my sac, fondling my balls roughly. Her other hand 
goes to the base of my cock and fingers pinch the 
urethra tightly closed.

This quickly dampens my climax but keeps me hard inside 
her.

Up and down her pussy goes.

Her vaginal muscles tighten clamp-like around my cock 
each time she withdraws, milking my penis. I come full-
blown only to throb against her finger cutting off exit 
at the bottom of my cock.

Nowhere to go, it resides and we work it up again. I 
must have release, but each time I come, she cuts it off 
and continues the thrusting.

My cock is painful; sore from rubbing in a tight pussy, 
squeezed at the base.

Again I cum and she clamps her fingers at the base but I 
cannot be denied. I feel a full-blown climax and feel 
the jetting and pulsations; but I also feel a sharp pain 
inside me and I realize that I have cum inside myself. I 
have shunted the semen up my urethra and into my 
bladder. Candy's pressure on my cock has kept it hard 
and thought I am sated I continue to thrust into her as 
I feel her build towards a massive climax.

Candy has abandoned all finesse now and slams her pussy 
hard and fast onto my pole in earnest desire. I slam 
upwards with each downstroke and her vagina clamps hard 
around my sore cock as she begins a rhythmic shudder and 
collapses atop me.

We lay there like this for some time, cuddling each 
other and kissing deeply, my half-limp cock inside her 
spread legs.

We roll over so that I am on top and tongues still 
entwined, I slow-fuck her in a loving fashion designed 
to be felt with the romantic senses and prolonged. I am 
hard again but feel no immediacy to ram inside her; 
rather I feel like I'd like to prolong this all night. 
Candy responds by sensuously rolling her hips into mine.

My hands roam her body feeling the texture and goose-
bumps of her skin in the night air. I lift my chest to 
cup her tits and massage them ever so slowly as her 
tongue digs deeper into my mouth. I taste her saliva and 
we share our juices. Our tongues fuck each others 
throats, dancing tip-to-tip.

Candy wraps her legs around my torso, hooking ankles 
together. In and out like a slow, hot knife into butter. 
My cock is battered and bruised but is still up to the 
renewed sensations of a slow fuck; the tension of coming 
there, but the ability to hold it back and ride the 
crest much as a surfer rides the crest of a large wave. 
I do not want to come crashing down just yet.

"Does it feel good, Candy?"

"Oh, God...yes!" she says. "I want to keep this up 
forever."

"Me too. I've felt like coming a hundred times. No one 
told me going slowly could be like this... Uh... Uh... 
Jesus! It feels so nice inside you! I want to come." I 
panted into her ear.

Just then, the phone rings. God, what an incessant 
distraction. Candy is startled and contracts her vagina. 
I lose all control and begin to spasm into her spurting 
hot cum as I bury my cock deep into her convulsing 
pussy. Candy scrapes her fingers across my back as she 
bucks into me taking all of my cock and more.

We lay silently, panting heavy and exhausted while the 
phone continues to ring in the background.

Finally, laughing together she reaches for the phone on 
the table beside us, our bodies still locked together. I 
listen to her trying to catch her breath and answer the 
phone at the same time.

"Hello"

"Oh, hi... No, I wasn't doing anything special. Just 
watching TV...

"No. I had to run from the kitchen. I'm alright...

"I'd rather not, Lisa. I've got company...

"Come on. What's wrong?...

"Okay. You can come over... Ya. I'm sorry to hear that 
too. Come on over and we'll talk. Larry's here...

"Okay and I'll see you in awhile...Bye." and she 
replaced the handset.

"I'm sorry, Larry. I do want to be alone with you. That 
was Lisa and she's got some problems she wants to talk 
about... I guess our fun is over for the night."

"Okay sweets. Let's get presentable and straighten up 
this place before she arrives. What time is it?"

"About four AM. Where's my panties?"

"Over there... beside the wine bottle." I give her a 
quick peck on the lips and start pulling on my clothes.

Lisa is a pert little girl; a sophomore at Denver. I'd 
seen her at school but paid scant attention other than 
fleeting appraisals of her sexy lines. Candy knew her 
well and they often were seen talking together.

We had turned on the TV on to support our contention of 
our activities and had just about covered all other 
tracks of our loving when the doorbell rang.

It was Lisa, all bundled up against the cold night. 
Candy let her in and I noticed that she wobbled at 
little unsteadily. Under that bulky coat she was clad in 
a stunning mini-dress that emphasized her shapely legs 
and thighs and cut low across the bodice giving ample 
evidence of her swelling cleavage that this was not a 
girl, but a growing woman.

Candy navigated her to the couch and plopped her down on 
it. Lisa landed with a bounce and settled back, legs 
separated. I could see hints of her panties from my 
vantage on the bean-bag on the floor in front of her. I 
absently rubbed my cock through my pants in sexual 
desire.

Lisa noticed me a moment later and said "Hi, Larry," as 
if I were part of the furniture. 

She was preoccupied with a problem, so I said hello and 
leaned back to watch an insane movie about werewolves on 
channel 13.

Watching TV from the position I was in was difficult 
because of the angle, so I slowly edged my way over 
towards the sofa, resting my back against it, still 
sitting on the floor besides Lisa's legs. Candy came 
over and sat down next to me and I draped my arm over 
her shoulders. Lisa's legs vibrated a warmth I could 
feel against my arm and shoulder, and I sneaked glances 
at them.

After awhile, Candy rolled another joint, lit it, and 
passed it around. I took a heavy toke and turned around 
between Lisa's legs, one hand on a knee and offered her 
the joint. She took it and sucked greedily, then passed 
it back while I stared hungrily up her short dress.

We finished off two more joints and Candy turned the 
record player back on. The TV was still on and we where 
getting the giggles providing dialogue to the antics of 
the silent screen. Lisa slid off the sofa into a sitting 
position beside me, in the process, accidently hiking 
her already short skirt past her crotch.

I lit another joint and offered Candy the first drag but 
she was in blissville against my shoulder, so I turned 
to Lisa. While she was pulling on the joint and holding 
her breath, I traced my fingernails up and down the 
insides of her thighs. Ouuu, my cock was beginning to 
tingle again.

She looked at me impishly and slightly parted her thighs 
to give me some more room. Emboldened, I ran my palm up 
her thighs and cupped her panties crotch. I could feel 
the heat and dampness of her womanhood as I rubbed 
trying to slip a finger under the elastic and into her 
pussy. After a laidback moment, Lisa removed my hand to 
lower down her thigh, near the knees.

The shifting awoke Candy. "How long have I been asleep?" 
she asked.

"Only a few minutes," I said. "Let's play a game or 
something."

"Okay," said Candy. "How about poker? I've got a deck of 
cards around here somewhere." and she goes off to find 
them, returning a moment later with a battered deck.

"I've seen you around school," says Lisa as we spread 
out in a circle on the carpet. "I didn't know you knew 
Candy."

"We've been seeing each other for a few months now."

"Yah, Larry and I are in the Folk Dancers together. 
That's where we met," says Candy. "He's real 
nice...sexy," she says with a conspiratorial wink at 
Lisa.

"You're not too bad, either" I retort back at Candy. 
"For that matter, you have good-looking girlfriends, 
Candy. I like Lisa!" I said, admiring Lisa's female form 
from the short distance separating us.

"Behave yourself, you chauvinistic pig. You've had 
enough for one night."

"Enough what, Candy. Lisa interrupted the best part."

Lisa is silent throughout this exchange but she is 
embarrassed and fidgeting beside us. I busy myself 
rolling a few more joints, lighting one and passing it 
to Lisa. Pretty soon we are all feeling good and 
giggling away, not really paying much attention to the 
poker game.

I pour some more wine and pass it to Candy and Lisa 
snatching a lingering kiss off of Lisa's lips as my free 
hand runs up her thigh.

"Let's have some fun. Okay?" I say to the thick air 
around us.

The girls are all for it and soon we are into a rip-
roaring game of strip poker. Since I cannot keep my 
attention under the weed's influence and these sexy 
women, I am not doing too well at this game and am soon 
down to only my briefs left. The girls aren't doing too 
well either. Candy has her bra and panties left on and 
Lisa is down to her silken panties; her small firm 
titties jutting firmly into the smoke-filled room.

We are having fun though, giggling and pawing each 
other. I am hard and wanting some action. My dick is 
hard and tent-like under my briefs and I play with it 
through the sweaty cloth.

"Let's make the game more daring," volunteers Candy. 
"How about if the winner of each hand gets to tell the 
losers what to do and they have to do it. Okay?"

"Anything?" asks Lisa in mild shock though I don't know 
why because we all are pretty well brazen and sinful 
right now.

"Sure! Anything the winner wants the other two to 
do...just as long as it's not dangerous or sick. Okay 
Larry?"

"I agree. It'll make it more interesting and fun...We 
are having fun, aren't we?" No one really answers this 
question so to get things started I pull my briefs off 
and toss them into the corner. My pole sticks ramrod 
straight up and I slowly jerk it up and down revelling 
in the tingly feeling. "Come on girls, off with the rest 
of your clothes and start out on even ground with 
me...Come on Lisa. Don't be embarrassed. Hell, you're 
half naked now and after all, you are among friends. 
What ever happens between us tonight is after all among 
friends. Let your inhibitions go and just enjoy your 
feelings. Be natural."

Lisa slowly peels her panties over her hips and down, 
finally tossing them aside as she tightly clamps her 
legs together in mild shyness. We begin the game.

The first hand dealt I received a pair of fours and 
discarded two for two more useless cards. Lisa won with 
a pair off nines and could barely contain herself in 
glee and relief.

"Come on Lisa. What do you want us to do."

"Well. I don't know... Anything, right? Larry, kiss 
Candy first and then me. A real deep down and passionate 
kiss with your hands behind your back."

Now this was more like it. Not exactly what I had in 
mind, but a start. I move over to Candy.

"Come on lover. I'm waiting," says Candy as our lips 
meet and my tongue probes deep. 

After an interminable amount of time Lisa slaps me on 
the rear end and says, "Uh uh, Larry. My turn now."

I scoot over beside Lisa and kiss her deeply, my arms 
embracing her. Lisa breaks and tells me to put my hands 
behind my back and I do so. The kiss is deep, our 
tongues fighting each other for domination. All of a 
sudden, Lisa's hand is upon my cock, gripping it tightly 
and pumping up and down. Each time I attempt to bring my 
arms around front she firmly pushes them back behind my 
back.

I lean forward against her and she tumbles backward with 
me atop her naked form. Our lips are still mashed 
against each other and she loses her grip on my dick. 
God I need her.

With my legs, I force hers apart and wheedle my cock up 
against the opening of her pussy and with one savage 
thrust enter her. I start a gentle yet full thrusting 
into her love box.

Just as I feel the juices start to build up for 
eruption, Candys fingers grab my balls and twist 
painfully. "No you don't lover. You were just told to 
kiss her. Now out and back to your corner." Candy keeps 
the pressure on my sac until I pull all the way out and 
away. My cock is aching for love. All Lisa can do as she 
sits up is moan.

The next hand has me with a pair of queens, ace high. I 
discard the other two cards and come up with another 
queen and when we show our cards I'm the winner.

I chuckle to myself as I decide what punishment these 
two girls deserve for stopping me twice tonight. A 
devious and sexy plan evolves...

"Since you two are close friends I want you to make love 
before me."

"No. Come on Larry," saiud Candy. "You can't be 
serious!" she says in astonishment.

Lisa doesn't look too happy either though her head is 
hung low.

"I hear it happens all the time between close 
girlfriends; meeting at slumber parties to dive between 
each others legs and lick each other up a frenzy."

"You've done it before, haven't you Lisa?" I ask point 
blank.

She doesn't answer so I continue, "You girls agreed to 
do whatever the winner wanted and I want to watch the 
two of you do it. Please!" I look first with dejected 
eyes from Lisa to Candy acting like an innocent little 
boy in front of his momma.

A few more pleases and more cajoling and Lisa starts to 
move towards Candy as I move over to kiss Candy to take 
her mind off what is to happen.

Lisa starts by lightly kissing her way along Candy's 
thighs; light tracery along the insides. I can feel 
Candy respond in my arms so I break loose and sit back 
to watch the two of them, idly playing with myself.

Candy is laying back on her elbows, legs straight out in 
front of her and parted with Lisa's head moving closer 
and closer to Candy's pussy. Her head is back, eyes 
closed and mouth open, her chest and titties rising in 
slow ragged heaves.

When Lisa's tongue finds her wet pussy and starts 
running around in wide circles around the inside of her 
pussy lips, Candy pulls her knees up and leans back 
more.

Lisa's rump is high into the air and all the more 
exciting, the patch of lightly browned and bristly pussy 
mounding softly out between her legs. I crawl on my 
knees behind her and kiss her closed pussy lips, running 
the tip of my tongue up and down the soft cleft. She 
tastes good; not as aromatic as Candy-- milder.

Standing up behind with my hard cock horizontal in front 
of me I guide it into her lovebox; slowly at first to 
loosen the oils and then more forcibly to get further 
into her hot furnace.

Candy groans under Lisa's tongue-lashing and Lisa 
presents more of herself to me. I watch in sexual fever 
as my cock glides in and out of her--the indentation 
made as I push in and the clinging lips holding my dick 
tight as I pull out for another warming session.

I go slow to enjoy this feeling of a tight pussy, never 
loosening up; almost virgin. When I think of her 
possible virginity I almost come while halfway out of 
her so I stop for a moment to compose myself and get 
under control; then start with fresh vigor.

Lisa's pussy sticks to my cock like glue, squeezing 
tight, even when I get my full length into her and am 
pounding up against her cervix.

Candy is laid all the way back now, a leg hooked over 
Lisa's neck and her hands in Lisa's hair guiding her to 
her secret places and muttering urgings to her. Lisa is 
rapidly flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip 
of Candy's clit, trying to keep her position over Candy 
as my ramming rocks her body back and forth on her 
knees.

I squeeze Lisa's firm and ample buttocks cheeks together 
around my cock elongating the tunnel I have available to 
slide my cock in and out of and I pound the entire 
length of it, the cool skin of her ass soothing the raw 
and hot skin of my pole before it enters Lisa's firebox 
again.

Just then Candy goes rigid under Lisa's ministrations, 
her pubic mound arched high in the air while she grabs 
great ragged breaths of air between sobs of passion. I 
ram in fast and deep and let loose inside of Lisa's 
lovebox and as I feel the last of the jism squirt out 
the tip, pull out and scamper around the Candy's head 
and allow her to suck on my softening and sticky cock.

We roll over with Candy's lips atop my prong licking 
away and Lisa crawls over to join us. I help her by 
directing her head down between my legs where she 
swallows my balls one by one and gives them a delicious 
licking. I manage to contort myself enough to get my 
head between Lisa's thighs and get a taste of her sweet 
pussy commingled with my sticky cum still oozing out the 
cunt hole.

I've cum too many times already tonight and at most all 
I can manage is a semi-hardness but the girls do me the 
honor of slowly keeping up their sucking of the 
remainder of the night as I alternated between pussies 
eating one while finger-twiddling the other.

When I awoke the next morning we were still in this 
position with my soft cock partially in Lisa's pert lips 
and dried out cum crackling along its' shaft and 
hardened glue like along her cheeks. I didn't stir from 
the comfortable position I was in for the better part of 
the morning until a craving to take a piss forced me the 
extricate myself and get up.

By the time I returned, still naked and sticky, the 
girls had some semblance of a breakfast ready with some 
hot coffee which I solely needed. It was only after a 
long hot shower together that we got dressed and said 
our goodbyes.

Candy and I dated and got together at her place a few 
more times on a steady basis but as school ended and I 
took summer employment in a logging camp on Vancouver 
Island, we drifted apart and she fell back in with the 
Scientologists. When I returned for my Senior year, she 
was long gone with a cold trail.

Lisa and I never mentioned that night again, though I 
saw her in school every day and even dated her a couple 
of times. Our dates were proper with just the right 
amount of groping and exploring but never like this 
night had ever happened. She didn't want to talk about 
it and I didn't bring it up in deference to her wishes.

END

Thanks for all the support and encouragement from those 
who enjoyed my previous posting. 

Life is uncertain, so try the dessert first...

MileEnd@ix.netcom.com

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