Candy Pt 06

"Hey guys! Thanks for coming over. Come on in," I said. Two of my old friends, Dave and Steve came into the apartment, and I showed them into the living room.

After the last couple group episodes with Candy, I'd gotten a little uneasy about how commanding she was (and how obedient I was, to be honest). I reminded her of her intention to test her limits, and got her to agree to this party. Steve and Dave thought they were coming over to watch the game with me, but we planned to convince them to add gangbanging Candy into the agenda. Randy was there to help pump up the action, and give Candy some familiarity.

I introduced Dave and Steve to Randy, then told them that for reasons they didn't need to know, Candy had agreed to wait on us during the game. She'd bring us our beers and snacks. Then I knocked on the big bedroom door. "Candy, the guys are here!"

She came out to the living room in butthugging short shorts, with a cameltoe leaving little to the imagination, and a cutoff team sweatshirt cropped so high you could see underboob with no effort.

The guys gasped. I gasped. I introduced Dave and Steve. She gave them each a hug, pressing her braless breasts firmly into their chests.

She brought everybody a beer, and headed back to the kitchen saying, "I'll get you guys some snacks."

Watching her walk away, Steve said, "I see a snack I'd like."

"That's no snack, that's a full-course meal," Dave replied.

"Guys!" I said. "C'mon..."

We talked over the beginning of the game. Catching up. Steve and Dave and I had all known each other a long time. We'd actually met through our wives, and now all of us were divorced. Steve had been divorced the longest. He seemed to kind of float through the marriage and divorce and all of life in general. It didn't make much impact on him, and he didn't make much impact on it. Dave was the most recently divorced, and he was bitter about it. We tried to support him and cheer him up, but he'd lost everything. Not even his job had survived the process. He hadn't been fun to be around for the past year, but we kept trying.

The guys asked Randy some basic stuff, but he kept his answers short, and just watched the game.

Candy brought another round of beers. The guys couldn't keep their eyes off her: a fit, tanned 5'10" blonde with a bubble butt, D cups, long legs, shining blue eyes, and a happy smile. Conversation stopped and no one watched the game when she walked into the room. Randy slipped his hand up under the sweatshirt and fondled one of her breasts when she brought him his beer. Dave spotted it and asked, "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No" Candy answered, "we're just fuckbuddies."

That popped the old guys' eyes open.

Dave pressed, "How many fuckbuddies do you have?"

Steve added, "How do I get on the list?"

"I'm trying to find out how many," she said. Then, looking at Steve, "maybe you can get a tryout." She put her finger in her mouth and gave him an innocent look, then walked over right in front of him, and flipped the sweatshirt up and down. Then she turned, looked over her shoulder at his face, then his tenting lap, and then walked away.

She came back in the room with more snacks, but no top on. "That sweatshirt was just too hot!" She said. "You guys like these snacks?"

Steve just stared. Dave said, "I could eat them all afternoon."

"Well," she said, "Randy copped a feel before. I thought, to be fair, you should all get a chance to touch my boobs if you want to." She was standing in front of Steve, leaning forward to set the snacks down on the table beside him. Her breasts swung invitingly. HIs hands came up to cup them. She slid onto his lap, facing him. He caressed, massaged, and mashed her breasts, rubbing his fingers across the nipples until they were firmly erect. "You want to kiss them don't you?" She whispered to Steve.

He nodded.

"Go on. Do it. Kiss them, lick them, suck them."

He did, and soon was taking one fully into his mouth while he massaged the other. She threw her head back, pushing her chest more into his face.

And then she was up and moving.

Steve's mouth hung open and he stared in disappointment.

Candy dropped onto Dave's lap. "Go on" she said. He clutched at her, squeezed her breasts so they stood up and out. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinched them, pulled on them. Her nipples stretched. He tugged one to his mouth, squishing the breast to aim it. Then he bit it. Pretty vigorously. Her face set into a pained grimace. His hand clutched aggressively at her other breast, holding her firmly. She grabbed at his wrist and pushed herself off him. The finger and teeth marks were clear on her pale breasts.

As she turned from him, he gave her ass a good strong slap.

She came over to me, sliding onto my lap and pulling my head to her breasts. Bending down she whispered, "that guy's an asshole." I tongued her breasts, soothing the red marks, then I pushed my face between them. She raised her arms to use the forearms to press her breasts in against my face. I went for the ol' motorboat, with loud, exaggerated blubbering sounds. By the time I raised my head up she was laughing.

She got off me and headed out of the room.

Randy called, "What about me?"

"Oh, right." She walked over to him. "Here." She hefted one of her breasts like she was gauging the weight, and pressed it toward his face. He flicked his tongue at it. Then they repeated with the other. And she left the room.

"Hey Dave," I said. "Be nice. This is really good for all of us, but you're going to screw it up."

"That bitch wants it, and she wants it hard," he said. "She'll take it the way I give it."

"Seriously, man."

"Yeah," Randy said. "She'll get nasty if you treat her nice."

"C'mon Dave, I want to get laid," Steve said.

"Fuck, whatever."

He drank his beer and we half-watched the game. Actually, he guzzled the beer. Then he lurched to his feet. "Gotta piss."

A couple minutes later we heard Candy's voice, "I'll bring you that."

And him, "Good, bring it."

He came plodding back into the room. She was right behind him with a beer.

And no pants.

The shorts had left little to the imagination, but now all she had on was a lacy bright red thong. She put Dave's beer down on the side table, and slid away from his reaching hand to stand in the middle of the room.

"Guys, in case you didn't notice, I'm bored and horny. So here's the deal: I'm going back into the big bedroom in a minute, and you're all invited. One at a time, or all at once. No holes barred." She spun to face each of us in turn. As she did, the gleam of the jeweled buttplug shone under the g-string thong. "There's just two rules," she went on, "We don't know each other that well, so condoms are a must. Fortunately, I have a supply. The other rule is I'm like a postage stamp: you gotta lick it before you stick it! Where you want to put put your dick, you gotta put your mouth there first. So if anyone wants to titty fuck, you're all set already. Give me a kiss right now, and the way is clear for blowjobs too."

She walked around the room, kissing us each in turn. Then, ass wiggling, and the butt plug in it winking, she walked out of the room.

We all stared.

Randy spoke first, "This game's not that good. I'm going in. Just for your information, I like to fuck pussy more than anything. So I'm gonna lick her clit a little. I don't care if you wait out here, or come on in, but I wanna go solo. At least with condoms the seconds won't be too sloppy, right?

Then he got up and walked after her, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

Steve said, "What the fuck? Why's he first?"

"It's a good idea," I said. "He's her fuckbuddy already. He'll warm her up good and she'll be ready for whatever. Listen, I'll go last. You two do what you want. Take turns or both together. Spitroast her, DP her if you want. Or take her to yourself."

"I can't stop thinking about her titties," Steve said. "I never had a woman invite me to fuck her tits before. But a blow job.... Did she invite us to fuck her ass, too?"

"Remember," I said, "lick it before you stick it. I've dicked her ass, and I've licked her ass. I promise you it'll be clean enough to eat"

We watched the game, waiting, drinking beer. Steve was groping himself through his pants. I'd never paid attention before, but his semi-erect cock was slender and longer than average, it seemed. After a bit, he got up. "I gotta piss." He walked out of the room.

Dave kept sucking on his beer. We watched the game. Steve called from the kitchen, "You guys want another beer?"

"Sure"

He came in with three. "Dave, you wanna go next with Candy? You wanna flip a coin or somethin'?"

"You go ahead, Steve. I'm gonna ruin her for whoever comes after me."

"Whattaya mean, Dave?"

"You guys have seen my hog, right?"

That's right! Dave has the biggest cock I've ever seen. Longer than anyone else's I know, and way thicker too. I had no concerns about Candy being able to take it, but he might be right that she'd be stretched, gaped, and pounded by the time he was finished.

Steve said, "That's right! Well thanks, Dave. Shit! I haven't even been laid in months. I hope I can hold out long enough to have a little fun with her."

We were silent again, watching the game again. Randy'd been in with her for a good half-hour when we heard the door close and he came down the hall.

"She's pretty well warmed up, men, but I wouldn't keep her waiting," he said.

Steve jumped up and brushed past him.

"She's good?" I asked Randy.

"You know her, she's hot as fuck, wet and open when I put it in, and she came real easy a few times. She's raring to go."

"That's great!"

"I'm gonna take off, I'll see you around." He went out the door.

Dave shook his empty beer can. "You want another?" He said.

"I'll get 'em," I answered. But when I opened the refrigerator there weren't any. What the fuck! I'd bought a whole thirty-pack of the shit beer these guys like.

I went back the living room and told Dave. "You want a whiskey or something?" I asked him, but I knew he only drank that shit beer.

"Naw, forget it." He sat staring at the game.

It bugged me. "I'm gonna go buy some more. It'll only take fifteen minutes. We can hang out, drink a couple more, maybe go for seconds with Candy. I'll be right back."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"Yeah, I'm sure. This party's just getting started."

I shot right down to the nearest store. It was more like twenty minutes than fifteen.

When I came back through the door, both Dave and Steve were right there, standing up and all dressed.

"We gotta go, man," Dave said.

"Yeah, um," Steve was looking at the ground. "Sorry."

And they pushed by me and out the door.

I dropped the thirty box on the counter and sped down the hall to the big room. The next day I would find the remnants of the box I'd bought before hidden in the nearby closet. No doubt by Dave.

Candy was curled up under the covers on the big bed, crying.

"What happened?" I asked. "Are you all right?" I climbed onto the bed and put my arms around her.

"That fuckin' asshole raped me!" She cried.

Oh Jesus! My heart sank. I looked at her, inspected her for damage in a way, for all I could see from my angle. I started kissing her face, her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin. "That's awful! Are you hurt? I mean, are you physically damaged? Do we need to get to a doctor?"

"Fuck! He fucking raped me! I'm pissed off! Where were you?"

Shit! One of my friends assaulted her while I was getting beer. "I ran out to the beer store. What happened? What did he do?"

She cuffed me in the head. "You went to get beer, while your friend assaulted me! You fucking fuck!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what an asshole he is. He always seemed like an okay guy. I'll fix it. Well, I'll make it up to you. It'll be all right. I promise." I kissed her again, and then some more. I kissed her whole face, then her neck on the side below her ear, and in the hollow at the base of it. Her body grew less tense. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I kissed the tops of her breasts. I nuzzled into her cleavage. I kissed her nipples, one then the other, then back to the first and I sucked it a little. She held me there a while, then directed my head gently with her hands to suck at the other nipple.

"Your other friend..."

"Steve."

"Yeah, Steve. Steve was in here, mauling my boobs and jacking himself off with them,"

"What?"

"Yeah. He was turned on by the titfuck comment" She smiled a little. I was happy she seemed to be recovering herself. I kept licking, sucking, nuzzling. I moved from one nipple to the other, dipped my head into her cleavage some more. I could smell the coconut oil, sweat, and funk.

"So Steve was pumping my boobs, pushing them together with his hands, pinching my nipples. I told him I wanted to suck his dick, I wanted his dick all the way down my throat. I said I loved how long and slim his dick was and I wanted it in my mouth. I was getting a condom..."

"Wait a minute!" I stopped licking the inner sides of her breasts. "He didn't have a condom on?"

"No! It was just titfucking, like foreplay."

"Uh huh." I edged away from her breast area, kissing a line down to her navel and beyond.

"Oh, that's good." she said. "Just go ahead and get on my clit." She pushed my head a little lower. "So I'm getting the condom, and he pushes my boobs hard together. I mean, it hurt. He rams a half-a-dozen times, says 'don't bother' then 'shit!' Then he groans and sprays cum all over my face, my neck, and my boobs."

All the places I'd just been kissing and licking and sucking at. I put it out of my mind.

Her body was responding to my licking and sucking at her clit. Her hips pressed upward rhythmically. Her pussy was wet and open. I extended my tongue and pressed it in. She was thick with creamy grool, and I lapped it up. Her legs trembled and fell open. She pressed the back of my head and bucked up into me. I pursed my lips around her clit and slapped my tongue across it. When the rhythmic movement of her hips deteriorated into uncontrolled shaking, I opened my mouth wide to cover her entire vaginal opening, and licked and sucked for all I was worth. A gush of fluid, bitter and tangy, flowed into my mouth.

As her orgasm subsided she laughed a little.

I asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm feeling better. You're helping a lot. Don't stop." She swung her legs upward, using her hands to pull her knees toward her chest. "Lick my asshole too," she said. She didn't need to say it twice. Her asshole looked red, swollen, and loose. I plunged my tongue into it.

I could hardly hear her as she continued to talk about what had happened.

"Funny, after all our concern and attention to being safe, none of those guys used a condom."

"What?"

"Well, we know Randy's safe, so he and I decided we'd just go for it. He fucked me hard and came deep inside me.

I felt a little queasy. "But what happened with Dave."

"Hang on," she said. She rolled over and got onto her knees, then rested her head in her arms. Between her legs, her puffy, well-fucked, and now well-sucked, pussy lips shone dark, oily, and slick. Above it her asshole, wet with saliva, sat slack and winking.

I plunged my face in and licked away.

"So Steve sprays cum all over, and he says, 'damn, I wanted to fuck your face.' I said, 'I wanted it too, but we'll have another chance.' Just then Dave comes barging into the room. His pants are open and unzipped, and he's sliding them down and tugging them off as he comes. 'Out of the way Steve,' he says.

"Goddam you're making my asshole feel so good." Her asshole actually flapped loosely. A slimy discharge oozed from it into my mouth. I knew then what had happened.

"Steve scrambled off the bed. Dave's looming over me with his giant dick in his hand -- you didn't tell me he's hung like a horse. He says, 'Roll over bitch.' I say, 'What the fuck!' and he says, 'shut up, cunt. Stick your face in the pillow and your ass in the air.' I'm spluttering at him about condoms and manners and he's an asshole, and he pulls my ass up, and then just rawdog reams it."

"Oh, no honey. I am so sorry."

"You're doing a lot to make me feel better. Keep licking my ass." Her asshole fluttered again, and more of Dave's cum flowed into my mouth.

"It must have hurt him almost as much as it hurt me. He didn't put any lube on. Just rammed that big dick right up my asshole. He buried it so deep, I thought I felt it in my throat. But he wasn't much more than a two pump chump. He dumped a load of cum in there, called me a cum dumpster, and left."

She pulled away from me.

"Lie down on your back, loser."

I could see her rage and frustration. I scrambled to do as she said.

"I am going to sit on your fucking face and shit every bit of his jizz down your throat while you lick my burning asshole and make it feel better. How's that sound?"

"Like a good start, but not enough," I said before her ass blotted out the light and I put my tongue to a more useful purpose.