Candice's Comeuppance Pt. 02

"Now that's a *man's* dick."

The crowd took their time looking through the pictures and looking back and forth between me and Harold, then finally they set their phones down and looked expectantly at Chad.

"Yes," he confessed, "they got me hard. I got turned on by the photos of Candice with your dick, knowing she was about to suck you. I jerked off last night thinking about it."

Everyone started laughing at him, making Chad hang his head in shame.

"What a loser!"

"Haha! Imagine getting hard to your girl cheating on you."

"Jesus, that's so pathetic."

I heard Chad give a sniff behind me. I felt bad for him, but then I realized - it was all true. He had given permission to Harold to push his hard cock into my throat. He really was a loser, and he really was pathetic.

Also, I realized all the teasing sounded familiar - it sounded a lot like what Chad and I and our friends used to jeer at Harold.

The other guys came back, carrying a heavy looking armchair with them, and a pile of blankets. Harold stood up, tossed aside his small beach chair and took a seat in the new chair. It looked even more like a throne as he sat upon it, looking down at all the rest of us sitting in the sand.

He had them spread around the blankets - not for keeping us warm, when we had the fire - but spread across the ground. Harold made them weigh down the corners with nearby rocks, and then told them to fuck off.

"You too, Anthony. Join the other guys and just ... I don't know, keep walking that way until sunset."

Anthony and the other guys walked off into the night. That left just Chad, me, Charlotte, Mariah, and five of our other girlfriends, and of course Harold around the bonfire.

"Now, where were we?" Harold asked once we were alone again. "Whose turn was it?"

"Mine!" I jumped in. "Harold, truth or dare?"

I saw him looking over at Mariah's bare breasts in the firelight, and I wanted to remind him mine were at least as good. Only one of us was nicknamed after a supermodel, after all - my friends still called me 'Swanepoel' after Candice Swanepoel.

"Dare," he said.

I stood up, pulling away from Chad. I took a couple of sexy steps toward Harold as if I were walking a catwalk. I knew I looked good in my cheerleading uniform even normally, and now it was wet - the fabric stretched even tighter than usual across my curves. I could feel the eyes of everyone there on me as I stepped across the sand toward Harold.

"Harold, I dare you to tell me I don't have the best tits here," I said when I arrived in front of him.

I stood right in front of him, my feet between his wide-spread legs, looking down at him as he sat on his throne.

"Candice, baby-" Chad started.

"I love you, but shut up, Chad," I said, cutting him off. "I need to hear it from a real man."

Harold studied my chest a moment, then looked up at my eyes.

"I'd need to take a little closer inspection," he said.

"I was hoping you would say that."

I raised one long leg and set it on the chair next to him. I could feel the skirt slide up my thigh, revealing more of my leg than any good church girl should show, but I didn't care. No, that wasn't right - I liked it.

I set my other leg on the other side of Harold, on his chair, so I was straddling his lap, facing him. Our groins were pressed against each other. I could feel the heat from his throbbing cock pressed against the inside of my thigh. I reached out and grabbed both his hands, and slowly guided them to my breasts.

Ecstasy flooded my brain as Harold set his hands on me. He cupped my two perfect DD through my uniform as I ground my needy, aching pussy against him. My fiance and the crowd watched in openmouthed silence as I moaned and thrust my hips against Harold as he groped me.

I put my hands on Harold's shoulders and continued grinding myself against his hard cock. Even through all the clothes that stood between us, even though he wasn't in me, it was amazing. I had never felt pleasure like this.

"Hmm, this uniform is in the way - would it be alright if I ...?"

"Don't, Candice," Chad protested, but I wasn't listening. I was already pulling my cheerleader top off and tossing it aside.

"Is this what you want, Harold?" I asked. "I'm here for you, in just my bra. Do you want that off too?"

My large tits were held aloft by a sexy Victoria's Secret number. They were still damp, covered in a thin sheen of water - I was sure they looked amazing in the dancing firelight. I started reaching for the clasp in front to set them free, but I was surprised when Harold stopped me.

"Plenty of time for that," he said.

I frowned for a moment, but he smiled and started groping me over the bra, and suddenly I was on the verge of orgasm again.

"These really are great tits," Harold said, sending a pulse of pleasure through my dripping pussy.

I kept grinding on him, tossing my hair back and forth like I was in a shampoo commercial. I could feel his cock getting even harder against me. Every time I thrust my hips my clit rubbed against my uniform, and I could feel myself edging closer to the big O.

"These are a real woman's tits," Harold said. "Don't you all think so?"

There was a chorus of Yes's from the crowd, looking on as I acted the slut on Harold's lap.

"These, these should be licked and sucked daily - by a real man. A real man is needed to treat these real woman's tits right. Don't you think?

My breath was coming ragged. My face was getting flushed as I kept pushing my pussy into Harold's lap harder and harder, desperate to cum.

"Yes, Harold, yes," I choked out. "I need a real man."

Harold looked over my shoulder at the others, asking "Do we think Chad is a real man? Manly enough to deserve tits like these?"

The whole crowd shook their heads and boo'd. I heard someone throw an empty bottle at Chad. Then Harold squeezed my tits hard, making me open my eyes in shock and look at him as I humped his cock through his pants.

"Seems like no one thinks your fiance deserves these. Maybe you should never let him see these again, eh? These are the best tits of anyone here."

It hit me like a tsunami wave. Everyone watching me act a whore for Harold, him insulting my fiance, Chad just sitting there instead of acting like a man and stopping all this, Harold's manly hands all over my chest, hearing he thought I had the best tits of the group ... it was too much.

"Oh fuck, Harrroooollllld!" I cried out as I came.

I think I blacked out for a few minutes - the next thing I knew I was sitting on the beach at Harold's feet, and the crowd was clapping. Well, all the crowd except for Chad. He was sitting alone, looking sad.

Whatever.

I stayed where I was, sitting at Harold's feet. I wanted to be close, but I slid a couple feet away from him so that he'd have a better angle looking down at my tits. He seemed so sexy, perched on his throne. So powerful and masculine, in control of the whole situation. I felt almost like there were waves coming off of him, pheromones, which made me more attracted to him by the minute.

"I have a dare, for all the women," Harold said. "Chad, just sit and watch and shut the fuck up."

Chad nodded and let out a quiet "Yes sir."

Harold stood up and swiftly dropped his pants and underwear and kicked them away. All the girls let out a gasp as his heavenly, mouth-watering pussy pleaser came into view.

"I dare you to come, one at a time, and worship my cock. Call it a little blowjob competition."

We all jumped at the chance, obviously. Mariah got there first, as the rest of us were crawling forward on our hands and knees toward Harold's throne.

The only thing I liked about seeing Mariah choke herself on his cock was seeing everyone else was jealous too. It was good to see I wasn't alone there. Charlotte took her turn, then Madison, and Julie, and the others, and finally it was my turn. I imagined watching myself - I was crawling on my hands and knees, staring adoringly up at Harold. My tits were hanging below me, covered only by my sexy bra, gently swaying as I approached. I only had my cheer skirt on for a bottom, and I knew it was short - if someone were behind me at the right angle, they might have been able to see up to my panties (I had already ditched the shorts we normally wear under the skirt).

I couldn't believe it was finally my turn. I was so eager. Slowly, carefully, I reached out with my hand to grasp Harold's perfect cock. I gripped it with my left hand and felt its power. I gave it a few pumps up and down, until a pearl of precum formed at the tip, just waiting for my tongue to lick it up ... but I sensed something was wrong.

I looked up at Harold - he had a bit of a frown on his face as he watched me stroke his shaft.

"Say, miss 'Swanepoel' - what is that?" he asked, pointing at my hand.

I reluctantly took my left hand away from his man meat and looked at it. I realized he must mean my new engagement ring! I had already completely forgotten about it, but as he drew attention to it, I felt a surge of pride. This was my ring from Chad. It symbolized that he loved me, and I loved him, and we would be together forever. It showed that I belonged to Chad, and no other man.

"It's my engagement ring," I said, beaming. "Chad asked me to marry him just this morning, before the big game!"

"The game they lost by more than 100 points?"

"Well, uh ... yeah, that one."

"Well, here's the thing, Candice - I don't like the way it feels on my dick. Could you take it -"

I had taken it off before he finished the sentence. Chad was great and all, but this was a chance to put my mouth on Harold's dick we were talking about here.

I heard Chad trying to get my attention from where he was sitting, but I ignored him.

"Candice? Honey, please stop this," he begged.

I waved him off and held up the diamond-encrusted ring, showing to Harold that I had taken it off.

"You know ... with you there, on your knees, holding up a ring to me? It almost looks like you're popping the question," he chuckled.

The rest of the girls twittered too, and I couldn't help but laugh as well.

"So what are you proposing, Candice? What are you asking of me?"

"Don't take the ring off, baby," begged Chad uselessly.

"I want to suck your dick," I said, still holding up Chad's ring and looking into Harold's eyes. "I want you to facefuck me again."

"Awww, how sweet!" said Harold as he reached out and took the ring from my hand. He put it into a shirt pocket, and I knew deep down, I was never going to see that ring again.

"I accept your proposal," he continued, before reaching out and guiding my mouth to the end of his Adonis-dick.

I inhaled his scent again as I started driving my nose downward. He smelled like a man should - that was the only way to describe it. It was intoxicating, arousing, compelling, just being in his presence.

My lips wrapped around his shaft and started their downward trip, while my tongue became reacquainted with the underside of his long cock. I went as far down as I could on the first go and started to pull back up, only to find Harold had a vice grip on my head again and had other ideas.

"Jesus, look at her take it," I heard someone say under their breath as Harold pulled my head down.

"She's inhaling it!"

"It's gotta be in her throat by now, right?"

I couldn't resist and I didn't want to try. I gave in and let Harold move my head wherever he wanted. He bounced it up and down like a basketball, driving his thick mushroom head in and out of my throat as he fucked my face.

"I've wanted this so long," Harold said. "You and all your asshole friends, on your fucking knees for me. I deserve this."

I could hear a sickening, wet squelch leave my throat every time his perfect cock bottomed out, as my throat stretched to accommodate his invasion - Glurk, glurk, glurk.

Even the slutty Mariah was impressed. I heard her say "Christ, look at her throat bulge!" with a hint of jealousy and admiration in her voice.

"You could have just ignored me. You and Chad - this didn't have to happen, but you were so brutal to me for years. You brought this on yourselves," Harold said from above as he tightened his grip on my head even more. I didn't fully understand what he meant, but it didn't matter - all that mattered was his shaft in my mouth.

Spit flowed freely from my mouth, over Harold's dick, and coated his smooth, heavy balls. I knew they were full - just waiting to burst and flood my mouth with all his delicious jizm.

Glurk, glurk, glurk.

"That's right, bitch. Gag on it. Let me feel your throat, miss Swanepoel," Harold ordered me.

I wished I could suck his balls. Harold deserved it. He deserved a slut to worship his balls anytime he wanted. He should have supermodels, actresses, and popstars lining up, fighting each other for the chance to bathe his nutsack with their tongues.

Glurk, glurk, glurk.

I was gagging with every thrust, but I was fighting it. Every time Harold shoved his cock past my tonsils, I could feel my body trying to resist him. I occasionally lurched or shuddered in involuntary resistance, but he didn't care, and I loved him for it. I hated my body for resisting his throat fuck. If he wanted my throat, it was his to take, to use, to fuck.

Glurk, glurk, glurk.

By the side of the fire, the others had started needling Chad.

"Hey Mr fiancé, I dare you to tell us if you ever did that to her."

"Chad, truth time - were you ever man enough to use Candice's throat like that?"

I would have laughed if I could have. I must have let out some sort of sound, and Harold thought I was trying to pull away, because he told me "You aren't going anywhere, cocksleeve!" and jammed my head all the way down and held me there. My throat opened to hold his cock, and my lips were stretched thin around the girthy base. His pubes tickled my nose as I was held in place. My beautiful tits were flattened against Harold's muscular thighs, and I knew my ass would be completely on display if it weren't for my short cheer skirt.

Several long seconds ticked.

"Chad, truth or dare?" Harold asked.

Chad sniffed and wiped his eyes, then asked for a dare.

Several more long seconds passed with Harold's cock still motionless, buried to the hilt in my mouth. My eyes started to water.

"I dare you to come over here and check if your fiance is wet," Harold finally said.

I looked up at Harold. I wanted so many conflicting things. I wanted him to know how grateful I was that he had fucked my face longer than the other girls. I wanted to open my mouth even wider so I could tongue his balls, but he was simply too big. I wanted to breathe, and I never wanted to move. I felt an involuntary twitch go through my body as my lungs started to burn.

I felt Chad step behind me. He dropped to his knees in the sand before Harold and slowly lifted my cheer skirt up. Another ripple, stronger than before, rolled through my body as my lungs screamed for air. Harold was able to easily keep me in place, where I belonged - he was so much stronger than me it wasn't much of a contest.

Chad placed a hand on each of my tight ass cheeks, over my underwear, and spread them apart. I stared up at Harold, and could see he was staring at my fiance. Chad bent over, and I could sense him looking at my pussy from behind to confirm what we all knew was true from the beginning - I wasn't just wet, I was dripping. Harold had turned my cunt into Niagara Falls as he used me like a cumrag.

"Yes, she's wet," Chad said, barely above a whisper.

"Who is? And speak up," Harold ordered.

Chad started to speak, paused to clear his throat, and tried again: "Yes, my fiancé is wet."

"Good. Get back over there," said Harold, and Chad slunk back off to his seat, alone at the edge of the fire.

"Fuck, that's pathetic," said Charlotte.

"What a loser," Madison added.

Harold finally took mercy on me - he pulled me up off his cock just as my vision was starting to go black. I let out a roar as I could finally inhale oxygen again. My face was an absolute mess and my lungs were on fire. I spent several minutes coughing and catching my breath.

His cock stood erect and proud before him. It was covered in several shades of lipstick, and drenched in thick throat spit. It looked angry and menacing - he needed to cum. He deserved to cum.

"So, it seems Candice is wet," Harold said, as if he was a teacher giving a lecture. "Truth, everyone - what is the purpose of a woman's pussy getting wet?"

Chad was the first to speak up.

"For sex. A woman gets wet so she's ready to have sex," he said.

"That's right, Chad." Harold looked at me and I felt a rush of heat and desire flood through me. "A woman's pussy is wet when she's ready to get fucked."