Sex and Candy

Imagine! It’s about 2.00am. You leave your wife fast asleep, snoring lightly in your marital bed and sneak down the passageway to the girls’ room. You open the door quietly and slip inside. You sniff the air and smell their scent. It is a heady mixture of perfume, bedsweat and young cunt. You tremble with anticipation. You feel nasty. You feel scared. Your cock is like an iron bar. You undo the fly-buttons on your boxer shorts and get it out. It thumps hotly in your fist. You are so excited you almost blow your wad. You hear the visitor stir. Somehow she has sensed your presence.

Quickly, you climb astride her, your knees on the bed each side of her chest. You press your fingers to her lips, warning her not to make a sound. Your daughter, sleeping in the other bed doesn’t stir. You probe with your fingers past the girl’s lips. You pry her teeth and jaws apart and push your meat into that wondrously warm orifice. She struggles temporarily, then gives up realising that you have already raped her mouth. Maybe she is scared that your daughter may think that she invited you in here to do this; after all, she has been flirting with you all day. She relaxes, letting you rub your sensitive glans back and forth over her tongue. She sucks you gently and your cum explodes from your balls in a pounding rush. You moan softly at the wildly leaping pleasure feelings coursing through your groin and you hear her gulping, desperately trying to swallow the thick warm salty flood you are spurting against the back of her throat.

She suckles your softening prick, seemingly reluctant to let it go now that you have done this to her. You wait until it is completely shrunken, then pull away. You lean over to kiss her softly on the forehead in appreciation before climbing off of her bed. For a long moment you stand looking down at her dark shape. Your soft wrinkled member still hangs out of the fly of your boxers, a small dribble of after-cum hanging like a slimy jewel from your cock-tip. There is a sound from under her bedcovers. You sense rather than see her hand move between her legs and you hear a faint fluid noise. She is lying there, staring up at you in the darkness, and masturbating.

Incredibly, in such a short time, your cock hardens again and you climb back over her. This time she reaches for you and guides you into her wet warmth. You fuck her mouth gently. You mustn’t waken your daughter. Suddenly, you feel her body go rigid beneath you and she lets out a tiny gasp. She has had an orgasm. Her hand, the one she has been diddling herself with joins its companion in stroking your shaft. Her fingers, so slick with her cunt juices, slide lewdly over your cock. You smell her cunt scent on them. Your balls tighten in their sack and you explode into her mouth once more. She sucks out your cream and swallows it eagerly. The girl loves the taste of you.

Once again, when you are soft, you kiss her forehead in thanks and get off the bed. But this time you leave the room quickly, but quietly. Your wife may have woken up and missed you.

Imagine! You are sitting on the couch cuddling your teenaged daughter, Justine. Your wife has an early start in the morning at a sales conference for her job marketing cosmetics and has gone to bed leaving the two of you to watch a crummy TV show; a show that you soon turn off by mutual agreement. Later, Justine starts to tell you about her best friend Candy. It soon gets to more personal things about her…

“A lot of the other girls at school sneer at Candy and whine that she’s fat. But the truth is, the skinny flat-chested bitches are only jealous of the way the boys stare at her 34 inch bust while they crowd round chatting her up at break times. Candy takes a C cup, so her breasts look bigger and rounder on her than they really are. And the jealous bitches also get hopping mad at the way the boys all drool and mutter under their breaths as they stare at her buns when she walks away from them!

“I sometimes get jealous myself,” Justine admits in a moment of candour. “No fooling, Daddy, Candy knows she’s utterly gorgeous. And I know she stands naked for hours in front of the full-length mirror in her room at home, admiring her boobies and the rest of her body. Her breasts are really nice, with large pale pink nipples. I’ve seen them. And I know she strokes them until her teats darken and get all hard and twitchy, she told me that herself. And one night, when she got a little bit drunk at a party, she let on to me that she sometimes goes on to lay on the floor with her legs apart and looks at her sex in the mirror. And then she slides her hands down over her belly and slips the tip of her finger into wetness she finds between her legs. And then she exposes her clit and rubs it until she cums. She says it feels marvellous. And dangerous too, because her Mom or her brother Pete could walk in at any second.”

“Well, Candy sounds really something. You’ll have to invite her over to stay for the long Easter weekend. Anyway, you play with yourself like that as well, don’t you?”

“Oh Daddy! You really are a dirty old man! But I still love you.” Justine snuggles up to you.

You hug her closer and lick the top of her ear with the tip of your tongue, “And I love you too, Sugar, you know I do.”

“Mmmmm, yes. I know you do!”

Imagine! You get home from work on the Thursday before the Easter weekend. You walk into the kitchen and there she is! Candy is a pocket sex bomb. 5 feet 1 inch tall, blond and blue-eyed with pouty Marilyn Monroe lips and a glorious curvy figure. You know your eyes are nearly popping out of your head when Justine introduces Candy to you. This luscious creature is going to be in your home for the next five nights! She will go to school with Justine directly from here on Tuesday. You hold her fingers for far too long when you shake hands. You just stare and stare into her cornflower-blue eyes and eventually murmur, “Call me Paul”. Candy gazes back at you and you can see that she finds you attractive.

You make a fool of yourself. All that evening you go around singing the words from that Marcy Playground song under your breath: ‘And there she was…Like double cherry pie…And there she was…Like disco superfly…’

Your French-born wife, Colette, just smiles at you in a puzzled kind of way. She has never quite come to terms with your freewheeling, Californian antics. Sometimes, she just doesn’t understand what is going on. But Candy does. She knows she has made a new slave. Unlike the boys at school, though, this slave is grown up and good looking, without being Brad Pitt, and knowledgeable and mature. And, because of all that, this slave is much, much more dangerous. But the knowledge doesn’t stop her wiggling her rounded little tush as she helps Colette with the dinner dishes, or throwing quick looks at you under her Barbie-doll eyelashes, knowing full well that your eyes are devouring her.

Imagine! You and Colette listen to the girls talking for hours when they get to bed, as all young girls do when a friend comes to stay, even though they’ve just spent all day with each other at school. Eventually, Colette sends you along to their room to tell them to call it a day. You sit on the edge of Justine’s bed and her slender warm body beneath her bedclothes spoons closely around your back. Her arm is around your waist. You talk with them for a few minutes. All the while you stare over to Candy. Her bed is only three feet away. She looks so cute with just the tip of her nose and her eyes showing above the edge of her duvet.

The wild, crazy idea penetrates your mind.

Justine and Candy get up late the next morning. After taking their separate showers, they make their way to the kitchen-dining room. Colette, who is a strong Catholic, has gone to Easter Friday Mass, but you, a more secular animal, are there in the kitchen drinking coffee.

You leap from your stool when the girls enter the room and greet them effusively, throwing your arms around their shoulders and giving them each a swift peck on the cheek. When you release Candy, you let your hand slide down her back to cup her bottom and squeeze her right buttock gently. Before she can start to move away from you, you remove your hand, leaving her wondering if you really did touch her so intimately. You look at her chest and discern her hardening nipples. Her body is telling her what you did. And her breasts are telling you that she liked it. She looks distracted as you question them about their plans for the day.

Imagine! Over the day, whenever Candy is in close proximity you find an excuse to touch her. You press your front against her youthful softness on the pretext of moving past when she is helping your wife in the kitchen. Several times the back of your hand “accidentally” brushes against her bottom. You are wearing a T-shirt and you let your bare arm graze the side of her breast. And another time, whilst showing her one of the particularly beautiful Honduran butterflies that you have in your collection, you “absent mindedly” trail your fingers down the back of her neck and all the way down her spine to her tailbone, which makes her gasp under her breath.

She does not reject your advances. But neither does she reciprocate in any way. Perhaps she is still unsure of herself?

Later that night, just after 2.00am, you leave your wife fast asleep, snoring slightly in your marital bed and sneak down the passageway to the girls’ room. You open the door quietly and slip inside. You sniff the air and smell their scent. It is a heady mixture of perfume, bedsweat and young cunt. You tremble with anticipation…

Imagine! You wake the next morning feeling completely relaxed. The sun is shining and it is going to be a wonderful day. Your wife sleeps on and you slip out of bed. Padding barefoot down the hallway you see that the girls’ bedroom door is ajar. You poke your head inside. Justine is lying on top of her bed reading, still wearing her baby-doll nightie. She looks up at you and winks. Candy’s bed is empty. You enter the room. Once again that delicious girl-scent hits you and your cock stirs in remembrance of the night. You sit down on the edge of your daughter’s bed. She sits right up and moves in close behind you. Again her arm snakes around your waist. You feel her hard little breasts pressing into your back. She kisses one of the nodules at the top of your spine. Your cock rears to attention. Its head, inside your shorts, is a mere half-inch from her hand. You pray that she will bridge the gap, undo the button to get you out and stroke your hot length with her soft palm. She doesn’t.

“You’re are a real bastard, Daddy! I never thought you would move in on her as fast as that.”

“So you heard what went on?”

“I watched every move! I heard you come in and just lay here quietly to see what you would do. Very sexy it was too!”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not! But, I think Candy is a bit scared that I know. She was out of here and into the shower in a flash this morning.”

“Where is she now?”

“Downstairs getting some breakfast I suppose.”

“I’d better go and see her.”

“I guess…” Justine releases her hold on you and falls back onto the bed. You look over your shoulder at her. Her breasts are small, but perfectly formed. Her nipples are sticking out like organ stops though the silky bodice of her nightie, which has ridden up her thighs to show tantalising hints of her dark pubic bush. She sticks her tongue out at you and pulls the material up higher and opens her legs invitingly. You gaze at your daughter’s exposed cunt and reach out to stroke the soft silk of her inner thigh.

Justine slaps your hand away. “Get out of here you horny old toad, before I scream the house down!”

You smile at her ruefully, stand up, and leave the room.

Imagine! Candy is sitting on a barstool in the kitchen dressed in a tight pink tank top that shows off her full young breasts to perfection, and some baggy shorts. She has fixed herself some Cornflakes and milk. Apart from her the room is empty. You walk up behind her softly singing: ‘Who’s that lounging in my chair…Who’s that casting devious stares…In my direction…’

She tenses, wondering what you are going to do or say. You feel her body heat radiating like a furnace. Your cock is still hard from your encounter with Justine. She stares into her half-finished bowl of cereal, blushing at the memory of your tryst last night and not daring to turn and face you.

You put out your tongue and lick the back of her bare neck. Her nipples surge hard and she shifts her bottom on the seat. In between swift, light feathery kisses on the back of her neck, you murmur, “I smell Sexy Candy, yeah! She makes me feel so randy, yeah!”

“Oh God!” She wails weakly. “Surely you can’t smell my…”

You look down past her jutting breasts and see a damp patch rapidly spreading in her crotch. My! Miss Candy really is a wet one! Your cock surges harder than ever.

Imagine! You place your hands at the sides of her waist and slide them up her body, lifting up her tank top and freeing her breasts from her brassieres. You clasp her soft rounded flesh in both hands, tweaking and rolling her burgeoning nipples between thumb and forefinger. Candy squeaks sharply with pain and pleasure. You see her pulse hammering at the side of her neck. Her heart is beating at an impossible rate.

“Last night’s cock sucking was the most beautiful I’ve had in a long time, Sexy Candy,” you tell her. “You really are very good!” You spin the stool so that she is facing you. Staring at her perfect nipples, you tug gently at them. Then you grind your palms fiercely into her breasts and she pushes them back into your hands, biting her lower lip. Your penis has somehow escaped from your shorts and it is stiffly erect, pointing at her just inches from her mouth. Candy is staring in fascination at its ridged, purple veins and the bulging mushroom shaped head with its just emerging slimy droplets of pre-cum.

“Are you going to make me suck you again?” She asks you timidly.

“Hmmmm, that is a wonderful thought. But, not right away… There’s something else I want us to do first.”

You press Candy’s legs apart and move in closer to her. That damp patch on her shorts is huge now. She is going to have to change them when you are finished with her. You move in even closer and drop your boxers to the floor. Then holding her breasts together, you slide your dick into the tunnel you have formed and start humping your hot length rapidly against her breastbone. Your thrusting pelvis makes your rough, springy pubic curls rasp tantalisingly on Candy’s sensitive, aroused nipples. She begins to pant loudly and grinds her pussy on the seat of the stool in an attempt to make herself cum.

‘I’ll bet you really get off on your boyfriends fucking your lovely tits like this!” You growl tightly. You are very close to cumming yourself.

“Nooo!” Candy manages to gasp. The way she is moving she is going to blast off any second now! “I’ve never had a proper boyfriend…”

You stop fucking her tits and stare down at her, stunned. “You mean…you mean you’re a virgin?”

Candy nods dumbly, the soft pillows of her breasts heaving uncontrollably.

“And, you’ve never sucked cock before? Never had your tits fucked?”

Candy shakes her head.

You move back from her slightly. Then taking your hard penis in your fingers and cupping her right breast in your other hand, you gently began rubbing its pre-cum slippery head back and forth across her nipple. It bulges even more erect under this renewed stimulus and Candy groans. Then, with eyes tightly closed in concentration, she takes hold of your cock and directs it to where it gives her the most pleasure. Almost unconsciously, she slides her other hand up the leg of her shorts, her fingers urgently seeking the aching-hot, slippery wet slit at the fork of her thighs.

“Well, well, well!” You murmur, “I thought all you young chicks nowadays got rid of your cherries when you’re about eleven or twelve. I know Justine was “late”…she did it on her fourteenth birthday in fact. But you, Candy, nineteen, and you’re still intact! Oh, Candy you surely are a dream, girl. You surely are my dream!”

Candy freezes. Something you have just said has killed her passion. “What did you say?” She demands icily. “Justine isn’t a virgin?”

“No, she had her first fuck when she was fourteen years old. I just told you.”

“The devious little shit!” Candy snarls “After years of us two talking about it, ever since we had our first periods! And the both of us “wondering” what it’d be like and “waiting” until we were eighteen because that’s the “legal” age! Even now, it still hasn’t happened for me! And all the while the sneaky, lying little cow has already done it! I wonder how often? And with who? She’s never had a proper boyfriend either! Just wait ‘til I get her alone!”

Little Candy can spit like a tomcat when she wants to!

Sensing that you are now wasting your time trying to get Candy to orgasm with you, you release her perfect young cone and grasp her head with both hands. You push her face down to your cock. I’ll fuck your tits and spurt my cum over their smooth skin some other time, your say to yourself. But, Sexy Candy, just because you may have gone off the boil for now, it doesn’t mean you’re going get away from sucking my dick! And Yes! I’ll cum all over your Cornflakes and then stand here and watch you eat them up!

But, just as Candy’s soft pink lips enclose your throbbing shaft, you hear Colette calling from upstairs for you to come and help her turn the mattress on your double bed. You reach for Candy’s boobs again and caress them swiftly. Then you retrieve your boxers and leave her.

Imagine! You and Candy have flirted all day. For some reason she has come on to you like there is no tomorrow. As a consequence, Justine is in a bad mood and she and Candy appear to be ignoring each other. Tonight you are early. It is only just gone eleven o’clock. This is going to be a magical night! Colette is going to sleep like a dead elephant after the sleeping pill you slipped her - there is no way she is going to disturb you! You pause outside the girls’ door and get rid of your boxer shorts. You want to be completely naked when you climb astride Candy this time. You want her to lick and suck your balls before she takes your dick in her mouth.

You open their door and slip quietly in. The incredibly sexy smell of young females in bed hits you. Candy is wide-awake. You can tell by her breathing. You climb astride her and she reaches up eagerly with both hands to grasp your stiff cock and lead it to her mouth. You whisper, “No, not yet,” and position your dangling testicles above her face. She gets the idea and you feel the tip of her tongue flickering over them, twirling in among the hairs, and, Jesus Christ, back towards your asshole. She stops before she gets there, but the feel of her exploring your perineum with her tongue almost sends you over the orgasmic edge. You contemplate guiding her to lick your ass, but decide against it. She has been very brave going this far.

Imagine! Your need to feel her mouth around your cock is overwhelming. You direct its head to her face and slide your slippery glans from side to side across her lips. She opens her mouth wide and welcomes you inside. Just as you push in deeper, determined to get her to deep throat you, you feel another weight join you on the bed. You smile with delight. Justine is not going to miss out on tonight’s action! You feel your daughter clasp your shaft and start to jack you off while Candy sucks you.

You hear Candy fumbling for the switch on her bedside lamp. Her breath explodes around your dick when the light snaps on and she confirms that the extra person is Justine. She gasps again when she sees that Justine is utterly naked. You put your arm around your daughter’s shoulders and reach under her armpit to grasp and squeeze her perky right breast. She tilts her head back and you french kiss, your tongues coiling around each other’s like mating snakes.