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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...
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