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Title: Candy
Author: MeatBot
Keywords: teen intergen pedo straight lesbo group
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   Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is
accidental and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may
involve explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than
the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it.  If you hate it, I didn't.  If it offends you, it
was a misprint.  If you want to sue me, I don't exist.  Sue the internet
instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.

   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  Actually, this time some
of this shit is true, and most of the places do exist.  Candy exists, too,
though her name has been changed, and this story is inspired by some of the
stories she told me of stuff she did when she was young and worked at a
taco place.  This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've
read in this newsgroup.

   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





   When they exited the cave, to Uncle Mike's horror, a police car was
parked behind his truck.  No lights had given it away this time.  He
approached, cautiously, and the policeman exited his car.

   "Mr.  Lawson, sir.  Did not realize it was you." Said the cop when he
shined his light on them.  Candy just shook her head.  Did everybody in
town know him?  Jeezus.

   The cop and Uncle Mike made some small talk.  Uncle Mike explained that
he was just showing his niece the cave, and the cop nodded.

   "Have a good evening, sir." The cop finally drove off.  They got in the
truck.

   "Jeezus, Candy, do you have any idea what would happen to me if he'd
seen me standing there with my...  dick inside you?"

   Candy wanted to giggle, but she didn't dare.

   "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike...  I just wanted it to be special...  to
continue the...  cycle..."

   "Jeezus.  That was our share of luck.  We just used it all up at once.
We have to be extra careful, from here on.  If I believed in omens, I'd
turn around and take you home.  And maybe paddle your butt."

   "Uncle Mike.  You can paddle my butt any time you desire." She said,
finally giggling.

   "Damn you." He clamped his arm on her upper thigh and squeezed, causing
her to squeal and writhe.  She giggled some more.

   "Let's go back to the room." He said.  She nodded.  Back to the room.





   He's trying to piss me off, she thought.  They were back at the room,
and Uncle Mike was laying on the bed watching a basketball game.  She went
in the bathroom, and checked herself in the mirror.  All looked well.

   She stuck her head out.  "Uncle Mike!  I'm gonna take a show-er!"

   "Okay." Was all he said.

   She started the water, stripped, and crawled in.  She took the
complimentary razor, and regarded her pussy.  "You, you hairy beast," She
said, "Are gonna get a trim." This was something she'd never done before,
but how hard could it be?  She smeared soap on it, and carefully began to
shave.

   Five minutes later, she was entranced.  Her pussy felt so smooth and
soft...  and so alive.  So goddam sexy.  It felt great.  I'm doing this
every night from now on, she thought.  She washed herself, and washed her
butt really good, not sure what the evening might hold.  She had hopes,
though.  She washed beneath her arms, and washed her face.

   She jumped as a shadow moved across the shower door.  "Uncle Mike?" She
peeked out.  His back was turned to her as he urinated.  She giggled.

   "Candy." He said.  "Hide your eyes."

   "Oh, there is no reason for that." She said, giggling some more.

   "Yes, there is, because I said so.  Hide your eyes."

   "Okay, okay." She covered her eyes, and she heard the glass door slide.
She realized he was getting in with her.  Oh jeezus, she thought.

   "Turn around." He said, and she did.  "Stay turned around."

   She heard and felt him splash around, as he bathed himself.  She
giggled, wondering if he was really shy, or if he was just screwing with
her.

   He bumped into her a time or two, and his body left electrical shocks
wherever it touched her.  She started to turn around, and then she thought,
what the hell, I'll play it his way.  This is his night, as well as mine.

   "Okay.  Done.  As you were." He finally said, she took her hands off her
eyes, but before she could turn he seized her from behind.  He ran his
right arm under her breasts, and squeezed her to his body tightly.  His
left arm went snaking down her front, until it stopped, almost atop her
pussy, and pulled her back against him.  He put his head right beside hers,
and kissed her on the side of the cheek.  She turned her head as far as she
could to the right, and he planted his lips on top of hers, and they
kissed, long and deep.  Our first real kiss, she thought.  The first of
many.  The first of a night of kisses.  Of beautiful, deep slow sensual
kisses.  Of real kisses.  Like this one.

   He finally broke off, and released her, and left the tub.  Even her
back, where it had been plastered against him, felt the shock, the surge
from contact with him.  She could still feel the heat from his hand where
it had held her, on her groin.  She knew he could have broken her body like
a matchstick.  He was that strong, and he felt that strong.  It was like
being held by lightening, or something as wild and strong.  He felt strong,
strong and dangerous.  And sexy.  She felt the familiar prickling from
between her legs, and even on her nipples.  She touched a nipple.  It was
hard as a rock.  Oh, Jeezus, she thought.  This is gonna be good.

   When she exited the bathroom, the TV was off.  He was standing in the
doorway, a towel around his waist.  God, she thought.  Look at him.  Oh
god. His chest was huge, muscular.  His legs were strong also, and looked
like a weightlifter's.  She'd never seen him work out before, or heard him
mention it, but god, he was built like bodybuilder.  She knew his arms were
huge, she saw them every day, at least.  And he didn't have a neck.  She
realized that she'd never, in all her years, seen him with his shirt off.
She looked closer.  Scars cross-crossed his chest.  A huge one ran up
underneath his arm.  Several...  literal...  holes were in his upper chest.


   She approached him slowly, almost fearfully.  He stared, almost glared
at her.  He didn't move.

   "Uncle Mike..." She breathed.  "Are those...  are those..." She reached
out slowly and touched one of the holes.  The tip of her finger almost went
down into it.

   "Seven point six two by thirty-nine, yes." He said.  She looked at him
blankly.  The numbers meant nothing to her.  Finally he said, "Yes, bullet
holes."

   She gently slid her hands around his body and hugged him.  She began to
cry.





   An hour later, they were laying in bed, beneath a single sheet.  She
still cried a little bit, she couldn't seem to stop.  The events of the
last two months, the pressure, the suspense, she guessed.  Something had
just snapped.  She felt better, though, cleansed or something.

   He held her, and murmured to her, and kissed on her.  He rubbed her
back, and even her butt, though it didn't feel sexual to her.  Not yet. 
She finally felt some energy flood back into her body, and she told
herself, okay.  I'm ready to play.

   Everything starts with kisses, she thought.  She raised her face to his,
and began a gentle kiss.  Shit, she thought, I forgot to brush my teeth. 
Oh well.  He didn't seem to mind.  He squeezed and kneaded her butt.  Now,
she thought, that time it does feel good.  That time it does feel a bit...
sexual.  She reached down with her free hand and touched his penis.  Hard.
All systems go.  She giggled.

   "Candy.  What is so funny about an erection?" He said, breathing in her
face.  She giggled some more.

   "You ever seen a naked guy with an erection?" She said.  "Is there
anything more ridiculous in the world than a guy walking around with his
dick flopping about?"

   He sighed.  "Candy.  I have seen naked guys walking around in the
showers, but not with boners.  I'll admit naked guys look funny.  But I
hope to god you've never seen a naked guy with an erection."

   She giggled.  She sure as hell wasn't going to answer that one with the
truth.  Let him think she was still sweet innocent little Candy.

   She crawled a little further down his body, and reached down and moved
his hard cock until it pointed straight up his belly.  She sat back down on
top of it, feeling her pussy sit right on top of it, almost enclosing it.
It felt good.  She hoped it felt good for him.  She began to scoot forwards
and backwards, feeling his shaft rub against her clit.  She knew that she
could cum just from this, and quick.

   "Candy, dearest...  where did you learn this stuff?" He asked, just
laying there.  She didn't know if he was really serious or not.

   "Cosmo." She finally said, and he laughed.

   "Uncle Mike." She got right in his face.

   "What."

   "Can I put your weenie in my mouth?"

   "Lord." He just laid there.  He sighed theatrically.

   "Oh goody." She said, as if he'd said yes.  "Thank you."

   She scrambled down his body, and seized his cock with her hands.  Lord,
it was beautiful.  No scars on it, at least, thank god.  She rubbed it, and
even rubbed her face with it.  He smelled great, sweet and clean.  She
wouldn't have cared, though.  She finally gently took the end of it in her
mouth.  She didn't want to appear too skillful.

   "Uncle Mike." She said, removing it for a moment.  "What do I do?  What
do you like?"

   "Oh, Jeezus, Candy." He covered his face with his hands.  "Jeezus."

   "Okay." She said.  "I'll just suck."

   She popped it back into her mouth, and began to suck.  She slurped up
and down the shaft, and licked around the cap.  The knob, she thought.  She
then took as much as she could into her mouth, as deep as she could go,
almost gagging herself.  She bounced it in and out, moving her whole head.
She felt a contraction from the base of his cock.

   "Candy." He reached down with his hand, and stopped her head.  She
looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth.

   "Candy, dear, I'm about to...  lose it.  I really would prefer to be
having traditional sex with you when that happens."

   "Uncle Mike." She said.  "Did you bring...  rubbers?"

   He just laughed.  "Candy.  I got clipped years ago, when I was married
to Dana.  Warriors aren't breeders, she and I both decided."

   "Clipped?"

   "Neutered.  Sterilized.  I'm shooting blanks."

   "Oh." She felt sorry for him for some reason, sorry that he would never
have a child.  Maybe he was right, maybe it was for the better, but it
seemed sad for some reason.  Maybe that's the difference between guys and
girls, she thought.

   "You had enough of this screwin' around?" He said.

   She understood.  He was ready to fuck.  No problem.  So was she.  She
crawled back up, and kissed him.  "Let's do it, baby." She said.





   She thought he had stopped the blow job because he had been about to
come.  But he fucked and fucked her, for what felt like an hour.  Maybe
fucking was not as intense, she thought.  Weird.

   He had pushed into her slowly, carefully.  But it didn't matter, her
cherry was popped.  She was tight, though, way tight, and it had taken a
while for him to get all the way in her.  It was never really painful, not
this time, but she did feel really full of him.  She could feel the rigid
cap of his cock, descending into her depths, and coming back out.  It felt
deliciously good.  Wicked.  His groin pressed against hers when he went all
the way in, and even that felt good.  His balls slapped her, all the way
down near her asshole, and that felt good.  Everything felt good.  This is
a good first fuck, she thought.  This was worth waiting for.  This whole
thing had been worth the wait.

   She felt the familiar orgasm feeling building up, deep in her gut.  Her
legs began to twitch and almost cramp, and her breathing became deeper and
more convulsive.  She knew this was going to be a good cum.  She felt it
building for a long time.  This was gonna be a record-setter.  She began to
breathe deeply, sucking in air, until she almost felt high.

   She exploded, finally.  She gave a hard grunt, and then almost shouted.
Her orgasm blasted through her cunt and out into her body, cramping her
muscles and making her twitch and almost vibrate like a victim of
electrical shocks.  She gasped for breath, and moaned, sucking in air and
expelling it.  Her feet curled up, and her back arched.  Her neck popped,
it arched backwards so hard.  She had a very good cum.  Her whole nervous
system sizzled and crackled and popped with energy, giving her a minor case
of the shakes.  She slowly calmed down.

   "Uncle Mike..." She said, exhausted.  "That was very good."

   He had came, also, at about the same time.  He couldn't hold it back any
longer, and when he saw her starting, he let go.  Of course he had a good
one, he was getting what he wanted more than anything in the world.  He was
so happy and felt so good that for a few minutes he forgot to feel guilty.

   They just lay there for a while, in the afterglow.  Candy didn't know
that's what it was called, but she knew what it felt like.  She was happy,
and felt calm and peaceful.  And satisfied.  How can I walk away from this,
now?  She thought.  How can I give him up, after having this once?  Do I
really just get it once, or for the rest of the night, or maybe even the
rest of the weekend?  The agreement was actually for once...  but is he
that strong?  How unfair will it be to press him for more?  She almost
wanted to start crying again, thinking that she'd had her one time, her
moment in the sun, and now it was over.

   He had been on top of her, but now she was on top of him.  She lay,
contented, drinking in the moment, not wanting it to end.

   He finally spoke.  "Candy."

   "Yes." She said.

   "Thank you, darling."

   "No, Thank you."

   The silence stretched.  Finally she said, "Uncle Mike."

   "What."

   "Can we do that again sometimes?"

   He should have gotten mad.  She'd been saying "once" all this time.  The
whole deal had been built on "once".  But, of course, he didn't want it to
stop at once any more than she did.  He sighed, and lay beneath her,
contented.

   "Candy, Candy...  as much as I hate to say it...  probably..."

   She giggled.  "I'm sorry.  I know I said just once."

   "Darling, I knew it would be like this.  I can't stop at once.  Candy.
Whatever happens from here on out, I don't own you.  I love you, but I
don't own you.  If you meet a nice young man, go with him.  Don't worry
about me.  I've had my day in the sun.  Lots of them.  Don't stop, don't
put your life on hold for me, for anything to do with me.  You are young,
you have your whole life ahead of you.  Don't waste too much time on an old
man like me."

   "Uncle Mike." She felt those stupid tears coming again.  "I'll always
make time for you.  You will always be my number one.  I don't care about
anybody else.  Everyone else will be just...  screwing around or something.
You are my soul-mate."

   He held her warm body, hugging her to his chest.  Twenty minutes later
he realized she was asleep.  Sleep was more elusive for him, but he was
happy just to lay there, and hold her, and listen to her breathe.





   They made love again, the next morning.  Long, slow, technically
precise, almost mathematical love, until she screamed again and pulled the
bedsheets off the bed.  Two men in the hallway looked askance at each
other, and burst into laughter.  Candy didn't care, she wouldn't have cared
if she had known.  All she cared about were the sensations blasting through
her central nervous system.  They finally dragged themselves out of bed,
ran quickly through the shower, and barely made it out of the room before
the cutoff time.

   They stopped at the Pig Farm for breakfast, and went back home.  They
collapsed on the couch, and Candy spent the next few hours in a half-asleep
trance state, as her uncle held her.  She finally got a text from Dalton,
and sat up.  Uncle Mike was finally asleep, so she tip-toed up to her room.

   "Are you okay?" Dalton had asked her.

   "Fine." She texted back.

   "Going to Walley-world." He said.

   "Stop and get me." She said.

   She went downstairs and told her uncle.  He nodded sleepily, and closed
his eyes again.





   Dalton and Candy didn't buy anything, they just walked around, holding
hands.  They went out into the garden center, and hid back in the rows of
plants, and kissed.  A clerk finally ran them out, laughing.

   Candy had an idea.  They went to the clothes area, and she picked out a
handful of things to try on.  She got her number from the clerk, and
motioned Dalton to follow her.  They went in a booth and shut the door, and
she dropped the clothes on the bench, and they kissed.  A minute later she
pulled away.

   "Dalton.  Help me look for cameras." She didn't figure there'd be any,
since security couldn't really watch people undressing.  But they looked
anyway.  They couldn't see any on the ceiling at least.  She made sure the
door was locked.  Of course, someone could lay on the floor and look under,
hell, even crawl under, but who would do that.

   Once again, she put her mouth to Dalton's ear.  "Darling, please don't
think I'm a bad girl for what I'm about to do.  I just wanna make you
happy, okay?"

   He leaned into her, and they kissed again.  She motioned for him to
climb up on the seat ledge, and he did.  She deftly unzipped his pants, and
fished around inside drawing his hardening cock out into the open.  She let
him pull his balls out, though, she was afraid of hurting him.  His dick
was nice, she thought, not to big, not to small, just about right.  She
examined it for a while, and then drew it into her mouth.  He sighed with
satisfaction as she sucked, drawing it deep into her throat, and then
running it out to the end of her lips.  She already had felt his prostate
twitch, and she figured he would cum fairly quickly.

   He did, to her satisfaction.  He came, and she gave him two squirts, and
then swallowed.  He came two more, and she swallowed.  The fourth time she
did this, she was surprised.  The fifth time, even more so.  The squirts
died down by then, after two more little ones, and she was amazed.

   "Dalton!" She finally hissed, after she had slobbered his dick clean,
and he was putting it away.  "How many times do you usually cum?"

   He laughed.  "Ten or eleven.  I've done fourteen before, when I save it
for a few days.  I just hardly ever save it for a few days anymore."

   "Jeezus." She was surprised.  He had cum way more than any dick she'd
had contact with.  Even big dicks, like Mr.  Decker, or Uncle Mike.  She
felt like she'd swallowed a gallon.

   They returned the clothes, and left the store.  They went to Hadee's for
lunch, and sat and talked.  Candy was surprised to hear him talk about them
getting a house after college.

   "Dalton.  You think we'll still be together then?"

   He gave her a blank look.  "I dunno...  it just seemed like we would...
doesn't it seem right to you?"

   "Yeah." She said, thinking about it.  "Yeah, it does."





   Monday morning.  The worst.  School.  She usually didn't mind school...
but Monday mornings.  They were the worst.  She dragged herself out of bed,
dressed, and dragged off to school, walking through the quiet, cool
neighborhood.  That car is gonna feel great, when I get it, she thought.

   Halfway through English lit, a runner brought a note to the class.  The
teacher read it, and said, "Lawson!  Office!  Lyndoria!"

   Well, shit, Candy thought, heading for the principal's office.  What the
hell is it now?  She had done nothing that she could think of, nothing in
over two months.  Since that deal with Victoria.  What the hell was this
about?

   Miss Lyndoria's secretary told her to go on in.  She did, and there sat
Miss Lyndoria, like a statue of Moloch or something.  Just waiting for a
victim.  Shit, thought Candy, one last time.

   "Candy.  My dear.  Shut the door." She did, and sat.

   "Candy, Candy." Miss Lyndoria sighed deeply.  They sat quietly together,
the silence stretching.

   Finally Candy couldn't stand it any longer.  "What?" She said loudly,
hoping she didn't sound as irritated as she was.  No, scratch that.  She
hoped she did.

   Miss Lyndoria laughed.

   "I just wondered how you were, girl.  Missed you.  Haven't seen you in,
what, two months?"

   Well, shit.

   "Yes, Ma'am.  I am fine.  All is going well.  People have been leaving
me alone, that's why you haven't seen me."

   "I see.  Well, I'm glad things are well for you."

   They sat for a while in silence.  Candy wondered what this was really
about.

   "I heard you were...  dating Don Martin..." Miss Lyndoria said.

   Oh, my gawd.  Who doesn't know?  Candy thought.  Jeezus.

   "Not any more, Miss Lyndoria.  He was a nice guy but he's too scared of
my uncle."

   Miss Lyndoria laughed slightly.  "Yes, I understand that.  Your uncle is
a pretty fearsome person."

   Jeezus, Miss Lyndoria even knows that?  The woman is omniscient, thought
Candy.  Or whatever that word is.  Either that or everybody in the goddam
town knows him.

   "I'm kinda hooking up with Dalton Weir at the moment..." She wasn't sure
if any of this was Miss Lyndoria's business, but the urge to tell was
strong, for some reason.

   "Weird?  Good." Miss Lyndoria said.  "Dalton is a very nice boy.  He's
never been in here once.  You probably don't need to be messing with high
school students anyway."

   Candy kind of laughed a little.  Considering the messing she'd done with
Dalton already.  And now she was planning the big one, the big mess with.
With him.

   "I have heard that you are now very close...  to Victoria Decker.  I
hope that this is true."

   Candy laughed.  "Yes...  we are way good friends.  I know that's
crazy..."

   "Not really."

   "Probably too close." Why did she say that?

   "Well, nothing wrong with that."

   They talked for another twenty minutes.  Miss Lyndoria asked her some
very peculiar questions, mostly about her and Victoria.  Candy ended up
almost hinting that she and Victoria had "done it", and some other weird
things.  Crazy.  She finally went on to her third hour, wondering just what
that had been all about.





   That night, life at the Taco Factory was even more fun than usual.  In
the middle of it, Mr.  Hardy called her back to his office.  She went with
a smile on her face, expecting to make a few bucks, and entered to see
Louise sitting in her chair.  Mr.  Hardy was smiling, sitting behind his
desk.

   "Candy!" He was his usual jovial self.  They made some small talk, and
finally he motioned to the door.  "Lock the door, darling." She did,
thinking, oh shit, here we go.

   "Candy." He said, leaning forward.  "I'm in the mood...  for one of your
specials...  Do you mind if Louise sits in?"

   Candy sighed, and shook her head.  He continued.  "How about fifty
each?" Oh, so he meant that Louise was going to participate, not just
watch.

   "Sure, Mr.  Hardy." She said.  He laughed, and stood.  He came around
the corner of his desk, pulling his dick and balls out of his pants.  Candy
scooted over to make room for Louise, who also stood.

   "Titties?" Said Mr.  Hardy, eager.  Candy sighed again and unbuttoned
the top of her skirt, pulling her bra down and her boobs out.  Louise was a
little slower, and Mr.  Hardy's face as already plastered on Candy's boobs
by the time she got her tits out.  Mr.  Hardy moved back and forth between
the two of them for a while, and finally it got boring.  Candy turned to
Louise, and regarded the other girl from a few inches away.  She leaned
into her and gave her a quick peck, just to see what would happen.  Louise
looked shocked, and scandalized.  Candy giggled.

   "Louise." She leaned into the girl's ear, whispering.  "Do you like to
kiss?"

   Louise nodded, almost fearfully.

   "If you like to kiss," Candy said, knowing her breath was tickling the
girl's ear.  "If you really like to kiss, kiss a girl, not a boy.  Girls
are much better kissers."

   Louise nodded, again.  She turned her face slightly, and Candy took that
as an invitation.  She fastened her mouth to Louise's, tasting her sweet
breath.  Mr.  Hardy looked up and smiled, and dropped his face back to
Candy's breast.

   Five minutes later he had stopped completely, and was just watching the
two girls.  We are making out, Candy thought.  Good.  This is more fun
anyway.  She was licking Louise's nipple while the other girl moaned in
pleasure.  Mr.  Hardy slowly stroked his cock and licked his lips.  Good,
thought Candy, do it yourself.  We don't need your old dick anyway.

   She wanted to eat Louise's pussy, but there just wasn't room in the
crowded little office.  She finally faced Louse, and pulled the other
girl's skirt up, and played with her butt as they kissed.  She stuck her
hand down in her panties, and touched her asshole.  Louise wiggled and
giggled, Candy sniffed her finger.  Excellent.  She licked her finger, and
stuck in into Louise's asshole, feeling her tight little sphincter.  So
sexy.  She sawed her finger in and out, finger-fucking her.  She knew Mr.
Hardy couldn't see what she was doing, but she wasn't doing it for him,
anyway.  She was doing it for herself.

   Fifteen minutes later, she pulled away from Louise and turned to face
him.  "Well, let's get this over with." She said, and he snorted.  He
stood. His dick was still hard, rock hard.  What a perv, she thought,
giggling.

   She took once side of his dick, and Louise took the other.  They licked
up and down the shaft, slurping the head, their tongues meeting each other
almost more often that his cock.  Candy could tell he was already about to
cum.

   "Do you want it?" She asked Louise, and Louise looked puzzled.

   "When he cums." Said Candy, and Louise nodded, understanding.  Candy
backed up, and let Louise take his mouthful of cum.  The girl did well,
gasping and swallowing, and got it all down.  She slurped him clean, and
Candy pulled her around and gave her one last long kiss, rubbing her tongue
on Louise's tongue, tasting the sperm on it.

   The girls returned to work giggling, and fifty dollars richer.  The rest
of the night blew by.  Candy went home and slid into bed, happy.





   Friday afternoon, she received another summons from Miss Lyndoria.  She
trudged off to the office, wondering what it was about.

   "Candy." Miss Lyndoria said, once she was seated, and the door shut.

   "We are having a little party tonight, at the Dollarium.  Would you be
interested?  It might give you some contacts that could help you later when
you begin to choose a college."

   That sounded interesting, but potentially boring.  She had hoped to go
out with Dalton tonight.  Well, she'd try this, and if it was deadly
boring, she supposed she could always leave.

   "Sure, Miss L." She said, trying to sound eager.  She got the time, and
departed.  How strange, Miss Lyndoria had told her to wear a skirt, and to
"Look like a lady." Whatever, she thought.  The mood of the whole thing had
seemed peculiar.  Well, it might be interesting.  Seven o'clock.  She went
to find Dalton, and tell him.





   That evening, she took a shower and dressed in a nice plaid skirt and
blouse, and Uncle Mike drove her uptown to the Dollarium.  She'd never been
in the place before, and that, at least, was interesting.  She found the
conference room, and went in.  She was surprised to immediately meet Miss
Underhill, her gym teacher.  Miss Underhill introduced her to a few of the
women there, and then passed her on to Miss Lyndoria.

   The evening passed, and in spite of herself, Candy was fascinated.  It
was all women-- there were no men present, from start to finish.  Miss
Lyndoria had walked her around the crowd, and introduced her to some of the
ladies.  All the women there seemed like teacher types to Candy, teachers
or professors.  She could tell most of them were smart and very well
educated.  Candy talked college and career with the women present, getting
some good ideas from them.  There were only three of four other girls there
here age, she noticed.  They ate finger food, and clumped up in groups, and
talked.

   About eight o'clock, Candy grew restless, thinking of Dalton.  She
turned to survey the crowd, and was shocked to see, right behind her, Miss
Underhill locked in a kiss with one of the girls there, a girl named Jessi.
Lord, Candy thought, is this the reason for this?  Is this why I'm here?

   She looked for Miss Lyndoria, and saw her across the room.  Miss
Lyndoria was staring right at her, and she smiled, gently, invitingly. 
Candy thought, aha...  more and more things fell into place.

   Miss Lyndoria approached.  "Candy." She said.  "We have a room,
upstairs. Would you like to go upstairs?"

   "Sure, Miss L." She was laughing, inside.  Adults.  Adults, and sex. 
That's what it always boiled down to, she thought.  That's where it always
ended up.  It starts out slow, totally legit, every time.  Then, bang, it
turns into sex.  She didn't mind, though.  This might be interesting, she
thought.  There was a woman, an older woman...  by old, Candy guessed
twenty seven or twenty eight...  anyway, she'd already kind of picked this
girl out.  She was very tall, and slim...  and just goddam pretty.  Candy
had thought, when she first saw her...  she'd thought, damn.  I'd like to
get my tongue into that.  And now she saw a chance of that happening.  Why
else would they have rented a room?  Why would she have already seen a
woman kissing a young girl?

   Candy, Jessi, Miss L, Miss Underhill and three of the other women,
including the girl that Candy had picked out, ascended in the elevator. 
They entered a room with two double beds, and everyone sat on the sides of
the bed.  Several of the women had brought their drinks, and Candy sipped
one that someone handed her.  Liquid fire ran down her throat, and she
coughed and gasped for breath, causing giggles around the room.  She
grinned and looked around, and took another drink, handling it better that
time.

   Jessi either was in a hurry, or she'd done this before, Candy thought.
The other girl was kissing another woman, laying stretched out on the bed.

   "Miss L." Said Candy, pouting theatrically, feeling wicked.  "Did you
bring me here to seduce me, and to take away my innocence?"

   Miss Lyndoria regarded her with humor.  "Candy, darling...  are you
really that innocent?"

   "Miss L." She breathed.  "The things I've done lately...  I couldn't get
into heaven with a get-out-of-jail-free card.  I have been a bad little
girl.  Is that what you guys want?"

   Miss Lyndoria giggled, the first time Candy had ever heard her do it.

   "We like bad little girls, Candy.  That is what this club is all about."

   Candy stood, and started unbuttoning her blouse.  This was gonna be fun,
she decided.  Gonna be fun.



   The woman, the one that Candy had noticed before...  Candy didn't know
her name, yet, but she was glad she had come up with them.  As Candy took
her blouse off, the woman approached and slowly drew Candy's skirt down her
legs, kneeling before her.  Candy smiled down at her, and the woman smiled
back.  She was so beautiful, Candy thought...  classic beauty.  Like a
Greek goddess.  Smooth, alabaster skin.  Long, thick dirty-blonde hair.  A
nose that would make a sculptor ejaculate.  Candy couldn't wait to taste
her.  I bet she tastes...  Candy thought...  I bet she tastes like
springtime.  Like clover, sweet clover.  She giggled.  Stupid.  She was
being silly.  She did want to taste the woman, though.  Bad.

   Candy let the woman slide her panties down her legs, and then she
grabbed the back of the woman's head and pressed her face into her crotch.
The woman accepted it completely, and Candy could feel her tongue slide
down the top of her slit, where her slit started.  It felt electrical, like
a shock.  It felt good.

   She looked around.  Miss Lyndoria already had her blouse and skirt off,
and was taking her bra off.  Miss L has some nice knockers, Candy thought,
amused.  Her nipples were huge and brown.  Sexy.  Miss Underhill was almost
naked, and Candy was impressed at the woman's slim, tight, muscular body.

   The other girl, Jessi was already stretched out on the bed with a woman
inbetween her spread legs.  And another woman was licking her breasts.  Let
the orgy begin, Candy thought.

   An hour later, she raised her head, woozily.  She had cum so many times
she had almost passed out.  That woman.  Jeezus.  She had cum so many times
so close together she was exhausted, just from cumming.  She was totally
worn out.  Miss Underhill had done her part, too, licking and sucking
Candy's pussy like a machine, sending her into what felt like a dozen
orgasms.

   She crawled down to the other woman and cuddled up next to her.  "What's
your name?" She asked.

   "I'm Dawnielle...  pleased to meet you." They shook hands, somewhat
formally.  Candy giggled.

   "You have a hell of a tongue." Candy said.  "I didn't know I could cum
so many times in a row..."

   "Lots of practice." Dawnielle said.  "Anytime you wish...  just call
me..." She took an ink pen from the table, and wrote her number on Candy's
upper arm.  Candy giggled some more.

   "Do you teach?" Said Candy.

   "Yes, at Elmhurst...  well, I'm really more in administration..." Candy
nodded.

   "Dawnielle...  I'm still trying to figure out some things...  tell me...
do you consider yourself gay, or bi?  I mean, I love girls, but I like...
the cock, too..."

   "Oh, Candy.  I see.  I'm most definitely bi, but with gay
sensibilities...  I don't really like men, but I love cock.  Weird, huh."

   "Not really."

   "I have actually only ever made it with one man...  my...  brother.  But
I've sucked a thousand cocks, at least."

   They giggled, sharing secrets.  This is just too cool, Candy thought...
meeting a bunch of girls...  like me...  who like to play around...  like
me...

   They finally got some strength back, and re-joined the party.  Candy
lay, panting, breathing deep, while Miss Lyndoria licked her pussy and
clit. Damn, she thought.  Miss Lyndoria is good.  She's as good as
Dawnielle.  Sweet Jeezus.  She gasped and huffed and puffed, feeling her
leg muscles contract and cramp.  Her back literally hurt from arching so
much.  She tried to relax as she came, but it was impossible, almost.  She
had lost count long ago how many times she'd cum.  Unbelievable.  This was
just too much.





   The party moved into the bathroom, for Candy at least.  Dawnielle
finally completely stripped and sat in the bathtub.  Candy sat on the edge,
and, at Dawnielle's request, spread her pussy wide and shot a stream of pee
down the woman's front.  Dawnielle leaned down into it and drank deeply,
finally licking Candy's pussy when her stream dried up.  Candy took the
seat of honor, then, and Dawnielle pissed on her.  Candy was turned on by
the sheer naughtiness of the act, and the feeling of the hot piss burning
down her body.  She did what Dawnielle had done, and buried her face in the
stream, taking an experimental drink just for the hell of it.  Not bad,
almost sweet.  Well, she'd seen Dawnielle drink a giant cup of sprite with
some liquor in it earlier, not surprising.  She plastered her face into the
woman's cunt as the stream ran out, licking and sucking.  Jeezus, Dawnielle
had a sexy cunt.  Big floppy lips, a nice fat clit...  Candy loved the
tangy taste of her pee.

   Miss Lyndoria peeked in.  "Pee on me, Miss L!" Candy said, and the woman
giggled, shaking her head.  Dawnielle sat on the toilet and watched as Miss
L crouched, curling her body, holding her cunt lips open, and shot a stream
of hot pee into Candy's face.  She opened her mouth and let it splash back
out.  When Miss Lyndoria finally stopped Candy pulled her forward, and
licked her cunt clean.  Miss Lyndoria had a sexy cunt, too.  All these
women shave, Candy mused.  I'm glad I started shaving, too.  Hairy cunts
are definitely old school.

   Miss Underhill had her turn, getting in the tub with Candy, and
squatting in front of her, and spraying her body with piss.  What a stream
the woman had, Candy thought, she could put out fires with that.  Jeezus.
Her pee tasted sweet, too, tangy and bitter at the same time, with a hint
of lemon or lime.  Delicious.  Candy smashed her face into Miss Underhill's
wet cunt and licked for all she was worth.

   All three of the other women crowded into the tub with Candy, and they
had a nice shower, soaping each other up and rubbing on each other. 
Finally they rinsed, and went back in the other room without drying,
dripping water on the carpet.  Jessi lay on the bed, exhausted, as the two
other women rested.

   "You guys can have the bathroom now." Said Miss L, and the three
disappeared into it.

   "Candy." Miss L sat, and Candy sat down in her lap, kind of hard to do
since she was as big as Miss Lyndoria.  Candy wrapped her arms around the
woman, and hugged her close.

   "We do this about once a month, here or at the Granada.  You should
really plan on joining the club.  We have to be very careful with new
recruits, but we try to have a few new faces now and then."

   Candy nodded.  "Sure, Miss L...  what do I have to do to join?"

   Miss Lyndoria giggled.  "Nothing.  Just show up.  Show up, and be ready
to fuck."

   "I'm always ready to fuck." Said Candy, and kissed Miss L, long and
slow. The woman was a good kisser, too.  Jeezus.  What was it with these
girls?  Was this the she-woman man-hater's club?  She'd even heard Miss L
talking about sucking cock, though.  Were these just girls that liked girls
occasionally?  Fuck.





   Miss L dropped her home, a little past midnight.  Uncle Mike was waiting
up for her.  Her mother was nowhere in sight.

   "Oh, goddam," She said.  "Uncle Mike, I'm so horny, that was the most
boring meeting ever.  You have to have pity on me.  Please, please fuck me?
Please?"

   He sighed, and laughed.  "Candy.  Watch your language.  Be a lady.  And
you know I can't do it here."

   "Uncle Mike.  Let's get a blanket and do it in the back yard.  That way
you won't be in the house."

   "Candy...  where is this going to end?  This is exactly what I was
afraid of, girl.  We will get caught, if we treat it like this."

   She pouted.  She knew he was right.

   "Okay.  Uncle Mike.  Let me do one thing...  no, it's not fucking.  Just
let me do one thing for you and I'll be happy.  I'll quit bugging you."

   She approached, and kissed him.  She kissed him again.  He was
definitely kissing back.  She dropped to her knees, and started working his
zipper.  He pulled back, immediately.

   "Candy.  Where have you picked up this shit?  Have you done this
before?"

   "Well...  yeah...  don't you remember?  At the Granada?" What a liar I
am, she thought.  What a goddam liar.  But I can't tell him, him of all
people.  I can't tell him the truth.

   "Shoot." He had stopped resisting her.  She got his pants unzipped, and
wrestled around inside, finally drawing his dick out.  His dick was
hardening rapidly, and she knew he was turned on.  She slipped him into her
mouth, knowing that she had won.

   He moaned and groaned, standing there, in the living room.  She wrapped
her arms around his legs, and pulled him as deep inside her body as she
could.  She could feel the cap of his cock deep in her throat, and it
almost gagged her a time or two.  But she was getting better at this. 
Damn, she thought, I don't want to appear to be too much of a pro at
this... not yet...  just for effect she coughed and choked a few times,
just to reassure him.

   He just stood there, solid as a rock.  She knew that he was wrestling
with his conscience, but so far she had won.  It was a little late for
second thoughts, she thought, as his dick was tickling her tonsils.  She
felt his prostate squeeze, and she knew that he was already about to cum.
This is the first time he's cum in my mouth, she realized.  She pumped
harder, sliding up and down his shaft, trying to make it special.  He
finally did cum, filling her mouth, more than filling it, sending semen
spraying down the front of her blouse, and dripping off her chin.  She
giggled, and sucked and swallowed as hard and fast as she could.  She
licked him clean, and he gently helped her to her feet.

   "Candy.  Sit." She sat on the couch, and he sat beside her.  "Darling. I
don't even want to know how you learned how to do that so well.  But,
please, understand, and have some sympathy for me.  You claim you love me,
darling, show it a little better.  I know you're young and impulsive and
you think that you have to have everything you want...  that's part of
being a kid, and you're still a kid...  but we cannot go on like this.  I
shouldn't have let you do even that.  I will try to do better.  Candy.  I'm
not saying we won't do stuff like that.  I'm just saying we need to choose
the time and the place a little better."

   "I understand, Uncle Mike." She hung her head, trying to look penitent.
She looked so sad that he hugged her to his body.  They sat there for the
longest, just hugging.  She felt warm and happy.  He hadn't said no, he
hadn't said no more.  She knew it would happen again.  She was happy.





   Saturday night Dalton picked her up, and they cruised the strip, and ate
at the Bird Shack.  They went out to the lake, but no one was there. 
Dalton threw rocks in the water, for a while, as they waited on somebody to
show up, but no one did.

   "Where the hell is everybody?" Candy wondered.

   "There's a free concert in Fairview tonight.  Probably there." Dalton
said.  They got back in the car.

   "All that's left is Love Cave." Said Candy, and off they drove.  When
they got there, all Dalton could find in the car was a lighter, so the trip
to the back of the cave was a little more spooky than usual.  Candy sat
Dalton down on the bench, and gave him a lecture.

   "Now, Dalton.  I'm gonna give you a nice BJ, but I don't want you to
cum. Just hold it.  We're gonna find a spot later, a nice spot to do it in
style, our first time.  I want you to be ready, okay?"

   "Okay, Candy." He said, laughing.  He put the lighter in his pocked, and
Candy faintly heard his zipper.  She groped forward, and took his nice cock
in her hands.  She gave him what she was sure was a good BJ, slurping and
licking, sucking hard.  When she felt his body jerk, she stopped.

   "Okay, let it go down, and put it up.  I don't wanna waste all that
cum."

   "It wouldn't be wasted, not really..." He said, hesitantly.

   "Dalton.  This spot, right here, this is where my Uncle Mike got his
cherry popped, twenty years ago.  Right here.  And then we did..." She
stopped, remembering her promise to Uncle Mike.  Shit.

   "Yes..." Dalton said, wondering why she'd stopped in mid sentence.

   "Nothing.  That's it.  Just so you know.  This is where he did it."

   "Candy.  Darling.  Did you and him...  do it yet?"

   "Dalton.  I can't say.  Let's just leave it at that.  Let's just say
that I'm ready to do it with you."

   "Candy, I understand.  I'm not mad, and I'm not trying to be snoopy.  I
hope you got what you wanted, I hope you're happy."

   "Dalton, thanks.  Yes, I'm happy, very happy.  Everything is fine. 
Let's find a place and...  see what happens."





   As they drove away, Candy texted Victoria and asked her what she was
doing.  How interesting, Victoria was at Herb's house.  Candy wondered if
they were making out yet.

   "Victoria is at Herb's." She told Dalton.  He laughed.

   Come and get us, Victoria texted.  She told Dalton, and he turned the
car around and headed for Herb's place.





   The four of them were seated in the hot tub.  Steam boiled up, off the
water.  It was a cool night, and the hot water felt good.  Candy sat up,
and let the cold air play over her naked tits, feeling her nipples harden.
Sexy, she thought.

   She had Dalton's cock in her right hand, pumping slowly on it.  She
still wasn't going to allow him to cum, though.  Victoria and Herb were
petting pretty seriously on the other side of the tub.  Candy knew they'd
be fucking before long.  She was ready for Dalton.  She wanted, still, she
wanted it to be more than just a quick fuck in a hot tub.  She wanted it to
be on a real bed, even.

   "Victoria." She said, interrupting the two.  Victoria looked up.

   "Could Dalton and I...  dry off and borrow your bed for an hour or so?"

   Victoria giggled.  "Of course, girlfrand.  Take it as long as you want."

   "Come on." Candy hauled Dalton out of the tub.  They dried off and
headed into the house, and up the stairs.





   Candy lay back and relaxed.  Dalton was eating her pussy, and doing a
fine job of it.  She was sure that hers was not the first he'd done.  She
didn't fault him for that, though.  She knew that he'd had a life before
she came along.

   She came, and came again.  He was good.  She was getting good, too, good
at channeling the sensations to the right parts of her brain, the parts
that made her cum.  Her cum lobe was becoming very well developed.  Good.

   He finally had enough.  They lay for a while, in each others arm,
hugging and snuggling.  Dalton murmured things to her, silly things, and
serious things.  She listened, and giggled, and listened some more.  She
rolled over on top of him.  He squeezed and massaged her butt, and she
giggled.  She finally felt ready.

   "Dalton." She said.  He looked up at her, in the dim light.  She knew
that she looked beautiful and sexy.  She just felt that way.

   "Dalton, dearest.  I am ready to be fucked."





   His dick felt wonderful inside her.  Almost as good as Uncle Mike's. 
Almost as good as what she imagined Mr.  Decker's monster would feel like.
She gasped, and took a deep breath, and felt his groin mash up against
hers. He fucked her in long, slow strokes, pumping her full of his dick. 
She already felt like she could cum.  She started breathing deeply.

   When she did cum, it was fabulous.  She groaned and grimaced, stretching
her back and neck, curling up into a reverse ball.  Her legs cramped, and
her arms pounded on the bed beneath her.  She hyperventilated, feeling
high, almost.  She felt Dalton squirting his seed into her body, and she
tried to count the squirts, but she lost count almost immediately.  He
slowed, and finally stopped.  She was satiated, and felt full.  Full of
what, she didn't know.  She figured she was full of his semen, at least.

   "That was...  great, Dalton." She finally managed, and he laughed.

   "Was is worth the wait?" He asked.

   "Oh, hell yeah..."

   They lay on Victoria's bed for a while longer, and finally Candy got up
and went to Victoria's bathroom.  She got a towel and tried to clean up the
wet spot, but mostly she just hoped it'd dry up before Victoria went to
bed. More than once she felt Dalton's sperm oozing down her leg.  Cum me a
river, she thought.  Jeezus.

   They finally went back downstairs and rejoined the couple in the tub. 
Candy felt all warm and fuzzy, like she always did after she had an orgasm.
And this one had been a good one.  She hugged Dalton, listening to
Victoria's idle chatter, lost in a world all her own.  The evening had been
fine, she thought.  Fine.





   Candy lay on her bed, her phone in her hand.  She was talking to Dalton.
She had wanted to say this stuff to him in person, but they hadn't managed
to get together this evening; he couldn't get the car.  So she'd just
called him.  They'd talked an hour, already.

   "Dalton...  I gotta tell you this, at least...  listen, and try to
understand."

   "Okay..."

   "You are my one and only.  Well, kind of, my main one and only.  There
is one more whom I can't mention.  No, there are two more than I can't
mention.  One is because of a promise I made.  Well, they both are, kind
of."

   This was getting messy.  Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up.  The
first one she was talking about was her uncle, of course.  The second was
Mr.  Decker, Victoria's dad.  She just felt like she had to fuck him at
some point, she felt like she owed it to him.  Him, and herself.  And his
incredible dick.  She didn't mention Mr.  Hardy because that was strictly
business, with no emotional attachments.  And she didn't mention girls,
because, hell, that was girl stuff, and shouldn't matter to guys.

   She just basically wanted Dalton to understand she was his, but he might
have to excuse her at certain times and let her have some time with... 
others.  She couldn't tell him about her uncle, though, she had promised.
And she didn't want to tell him about Mr.  Decker, it might hurt his
feelings.  She didn't want to explain it was mainly about a big dick.

   Victoria, Joycelyn, Louise...  and Miss Lyndoria's gang of outlaws... 
she figured sooner or later she'd tell him about all that, he was a guy and
it'd probably just turn him on.

   Mr.  Hardy, that was just too embarrassing.  And it made her feel kind
of trampy.  She had to admit she enjoyed the wicked things she did, and she
enjoyed the money.  The money, she told herself, it's just about the money.
Like I said, a business deal.  I'll keep that one to myself.  Surely Dalton
has his own secrets, too.  Secrets are just part of life.

   She finally felt like he understood where she was coming from.  She
tried to say, basically, I love you and I'm yours, but there will be
others. She knew that wasn't fair to him, probably, but she told herself, I
won't mind if he plays around a little.  Well, I'll mind, but I'll be sweet
and understanding and not have a screaming fit.  Not that much of a fit, at
least.

   She knew she could keep up with him, and keep him happy.  And still have
enough left over for some screwing around.





   One afternoon, just on impulse, she called the number that Dawnielle
Standridge had written on her upper arm, at the meeting.  They had a long
conversation, about school and work, finally lapsing into nasty vulgar
talk. Candy giggled and talked as dirty as she could, feeling turned on,
doing something she'd never done before.  It was fun, but not nearly as
satisfying as being there in person.  They made a date to meet for dinner
Friday night, with her and her brother.



   The week passed, with only one notable incident.  Thursday night she was
in Mr.  Hardy's office, negotiating a blow job with him.  He was just
wanting to pay fifty, but she had her mind set on the whole hundred.  They
argued and joked, and suddenly an idea struck her.

   "Mr.  Hardy." She said.  "I am no longer a virgin.  And I am trying to
get out of the BJ business.  I will fuck you, here, on your desk, for a
hundred bucks.  As you know, fucks are much more valuable than BJ's."

   He slumped, defeated.  He knew he couldn't pass up this opportunity. 
This was the one thing he'd wanted for the last six months, almost more
than life itself.  He hoped she wouldn't realize he'd pay five hundred for
this.  A thousand, for this first time.

   She slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off.

   "You got rubbers?" She asked, and he nodded, rummaging around in his
desk.

   "I gotta get on the pill.  Damn."

   "Candy, I can do that...  I'll even pay for them...  I have a doctor
who's a very good friend...  I'll make you an appointment, okay?"

   "Oh, that would be very cool, Mr.  Hardy.  Yes, do that."

   He had drawn his cock out, and was fitting a condom onto it.  She came
around behind his desk, crowding against him, and lay on the top of the
desk.  She flipped her skirt up over her butt, and lay there, her ass and
cunt exposed to him.

   "Oh god, Candy, if you only knew how much I've wanted this..." He knelt,
and began nuzzling her pussy with his face, breathing her beautiful scent.
She giggled, thinking, shit, I should have asked for two hundred.  At
least.

   "Mr.  Hardy." She said.  "This is just the introductory offer.  After
this it goes up to one fifty.  Understand?"

   "Oh jeezus.  Let's worry about that later." He said, pressing his tongue
into her cunt.  God, she tasted good.  He knew he'd pay three hundred.  One
fifty was a bargain.  If she fucked as good as she blew, one fifty was a
bargain.

   Candy lay on her belly as he licked her, and thought.  She didn't feel
that unfaithful to Dalton.  This was a business arrangement.  And if it
could help her get on the pill, so much the better.  She knew she'd taken a
terrible risk, fucking Dalton that one time without a rubber.  She wasn't
going to do it again, she didn't want to totally fuck her life up by
getting pregnant.  Of course she knew she could squeeze Mr.  Hardy for an
abortion, but she didn't want to do that.  And she'd heard that abortions
could mess you up inside.  Getting on the pill would be great.

   Mr.  Hardy finally had enough.  The moment he had waited for so long had
arrived.  He grasped his cock, and rubbed it against her pussy lips.

   "Baby.  Would you turn over so I can see your wonderful tits?" He asked,
and she struggled and writhed until she was laying on her back.  She yanked
her blouse up and her bra down, so her tits flopped free.  She spread her
legs, and he nestled inbetween them, placing his cock at the entrance of
her cunt.  She was good and wet, he noticed.  He slowly pushed into her
tight cunt, loving the feeling of entering her body.  God I feel good, she
thought.  This feels better than I even imagined.

   He felt good, she thought.  He had a nice cock.  She felt full.  She
could feel him, deep inside her.  He pumped, and she felt his hands on her
tits, squeezing her fat puffy nipples.  Lord.  This is fun, she thought,
but Dalton's gonna be funner.  I get on the pill, and I'll fuck Dalton
every day.  Mr.  Hardy maybe once a week, but Dalton every day.  And Uncle
Mike every chance I get.  Every day if he'll let me.  Every time he'll
agree to do it.

   Mr.  Hardy pumped away.  He was going to make this one last.  This was
going to be one to remember.  Some idiot child knocked on door, and he
hollered, "I'll be out in a minute." He had no intention of being out in a
minute.  Thirty minutes maybe.

   She lay there, lost in thought.  And Dawnielle...  she wanted to see her
again, to see what would come up...  She liked the woman, a lot for some
reason...  and Mr.  Decker...  somehow she had to arrange a meeting with
him...  she knew getting what she wanted from him would be no problem, if
she could just get alone with him.

   Uncle Mike was her big concern.  She wanted to fuck him every day.  Just
like she did Dalton.  Uncle Mike for love.  Dalton for love.  Dawnielle for
fun, and Mr.  Hardy for money.  That's my love life, she thought.  I should
be ashamed, but I'm not.

   He finally just could not hold back any longer.  He moaned and groaned
and gasped, and filled her cunt with his semen.  He pumped and pumped,
squirting cum out behind the rubber and dripping it on the floor.  She was
too much, he thought, she is the sexiest thing on the planet.  And I'm
getting to fuck her.  Jeezus.

   She sat up, and took a Kleenex and wiped her cunt down as best she
could. She didn't want to go back to work smelling like cum.  He sat in his
chair, exhausted.  He was as happy as he'd ever been.  He had wanted to
fuck her since the first minute she'd come waltzing in his store, looking
for a job.  He never dreamed he'd get too, even when she'd started blowing
him.  He decided right then and there to give her a raise.  A big raise. 
Maybe she'd knock some of her prices down if she made more money at work.
Of course, he didn't want to give her such a big raise that she no longer
needed to make money on the side...  but he kind of thought, anyway, that
she was doing this because she liked doing it, not for just the money.  He
could tell she enjoyed herself, even when she was blowing him.

   She went back out, and grabbed a tray.  Louise smiled at her, and Candy
smiled back.  She knew Louise fucked, and figured that she'd fucked Mr. 
Hardy, too.  Or that she would eventually.  What a regular little fuckfest
goes on in this place, she thought, amused.  Mr.  Hardy should be the
happiest man on the planet.





   That Friday afternoon Dawnielle texted her, asking her if she was going
to bring anyone with her.  Candy texted back, asking her if it was really
okay, and Dawnielle replied, of course, that her brother was going to be
there.  Yes, Candy said, I'll try to bring Dalton, my boyfriend.  Good,
said Dawnielle.

   Candy told Dalton.  Well, she asked him if he wanted to go.  He seemed
to be okay with it.  Maybe, she thought, but maybe I can give him a little
something special...  if special stuff goes one...

   That evening she showered, and got ready.  Dalton picked her up and they
went downtown.  The address Dawnielle had given her took them to the base
of a large building, and they got in the elevator, and went up to the
twenty second floor.  They stood at the end of the hall for a while and
looked out over the city, and then knocked on door twenty-two eleven. 
Dawnielle answered, looking absolutely stunning in a short skirt and white
blouse.  Candy immediately kissed her, and introduced Dalton, who seemed to
be speechless.

   Dawnielle took them in, and introduced them to her brother, who was
sitting on the couch.  He looked a few years older than Dawnielle, very
elegant and athletic looking.  Hard, muscular.  Just like Uncle Mike,
without the bulk.  They sat and talked for a half hour, and finally the
doorbell rang.  Dawnielle got up, and a caterer from the building's kitchen
brought in their dinner.  Yum, Candy thought, chicken.  God she loved
chicken.  She felt like she must be part chicken by now, as much of it as
she ate.  They sat in the dining room and ate, and carried on their
conversation.  Dalton had seemed very intimidated, at first, but he warmed
up.  Candy realized he felt way out of his social level.  She felt a little
out of it, too.  She tried to imagine living in a high-class apartment in
the top of a high rise.  It must be nice, she thought, it must be nice.

   After dinner they retired to the living room, and Dawnielle switched on
the TV.  She hooked her laptop up to it, and showed them some pictures of
her recent trip to South America.  Candy and Dalton giggled at all the
naked jungle people.

   "It must be fun to spend your whole life naked." Candy finally said.

   "Well, if you did, it'd be no big deal to you.  It's not to these
folks."

   She clicked to a picture of a boy, almost ten or twelve, sucking on his
mother's breast.

   "These people have absolutely no shame or inhibitions.  They are living
in the garden of Eden, in complete innocence.  I envy them."

   Candy nodded.  She was still shocked when the next picture showed a man
and woman coupling on the ground.

   "They share sex without shame or embarrassment.  They invite every one,
even visitors, to join in.  It was all I could do, a few dozen times, to
keep from being...  from having intercourse.  They regard it as an honor,
an honor on our side, as well as theirs."

   "Tell them, sis." Her brother said, snorting.

   "Tell them what."

   "You know what.  Tell them what you did, instead of fucking."

   Dawnielle seemed embarrassed.  She had known, of course, exactly what he
meant.

   "I did reciprocate their hospitality with a few...  with some oral
sex..."

   "Blow job." Said her brother, laughing.

   "Oral sex.  And it was a pleasure to go native, while there."

   The next picture showed a naked Dawnielle, in the middle of a crowd of
naked kids.  Her pale, almost white body contrasted sharply with the deep
red and browns of the kids surrounding her.  And her shaved pussy really
stood out.  Candy wondered what the natives thought of that.  She giggled.
It did look like fun.

   "She blew every man in the village." Said her brother.  "Even the kids.
Even the old farts."

   "Other cultures, other customs." Said Dawnielle.  Dalton was just
staring at her with his mouth open.  Candy tried to send a telepathic
message to him.  Shut your fucking mouth, doofus.  He seemed to get it, and
gulped, and shut his mouth.

   "You went, also?" Candy asked Grayson.  He laughed.  "Somebody has to
keep an eye on her."

   "I'm not the only one that went native." Dawnielle said smugly.  The
next picture showed Grayson, also stark naked, in the same group of kids.
Lord, thought Candy, of course.  He had a nice dick.  Not a Mr.  Decker
dick, but a very nice dick.  Well, of course it wasn't hard, but she felt
like by now she could judge the potential length of a hard dick by seeing
it soft.  His hung down nicely.  Cool.  Maybe...  maybe the evening held
some interesting things, ahead.  Just maybe.

   The rest of the pictures were equally interesting, but Candy's mind had
already switched into horny mode.  She remembered Dawnielle saying that her
brother was the only man she's been with.  She wondered if he lived here
with the other girl.  She asked.  He did.  Cool.

   They were sitting on the couch.  Candy and Dawnielle were in the middle,
with the men on the outside.  Candy casually laid her hand on Dawnielle's
leg.  Dawnielle covered it with her own hand.  That was all Candy needed.

   "Dawnielle." She said.  "Thank you for inviting us over.  It's been very
interesting, and you have a lovely place."

   She was just inches away from Dawnielle's face.  She leaned into her and
gave her a quick little kiss, right on the lips.

   "Candy..." Said Dawnielle.  "I'm glad you came.  I love having people
over.  Especially sweet young girls."

   Her brother shook his head and mumbled something.  It had sounded like
he'd repeated her, and said "sweet young girls." Candy giggled.

   "Grayson knows my...  proclivities." Dawnielle said.  "He's very
tolerant of me.  No one else would put up with me like he does."

   Grayson snorted.  Candy could tell, though, she could feel that the two
of them had something between them, something deep and special.  She didn't
envy them, because she had deep and special stuff in her life, but she
thought how cool it is, that they love each other so much.  It doesn't
matter if they are brother and sister.  Love is love, no matter what. 
Rules are made to be broken.  Fuck rules.

   She could feel Dawnielle's breath on the side of her face.  She turned,
and they stared at each other for a moment.  Their lips drifted closer, and
closer.  Candy almost felt like it was a game.  They finally touched.  What
will Dalton think of this, she thought.  She opened her mouth, and felt
Dawnielle's tongue snake inside of it.  God the woman was sexy, she
thought.

   They held the kiss for a long, long time.  They parted, and then kissed
again.  Grayson found the remote, and switched the TV over to some news
channel.  This seemed totally natural to him, Candy thought.  Just another
evening at the Standridge home, while your sister kisses a girl.

   She broke off the kiss, and put her lips against Dawnielle's ear. 
"Baby. Let me talk to Dalton for a moment..." Dawnielle nodded.  Candy
stood, and took Dalton by the arm.  "Come here."

   They walked to the wall, or window.  Whatever you call it.  The ceiling
to floor sheet of glass that surrounded the room.  The whole city spread
out beneath them.

   She turned to face Dalton.  He took her in his arms, and she rested
against him.

   "Darling." She said softly.  "I just want to make sure you're okay with
this.  You know I fuck around with Victoria.  You know I fuck around with
Joycelyn.  I fuck around with girls for fun, but I love you.  I just don't
want you to feel threatened by this."

   He shook his head, trying to look nonchalant, she thought.  "Candy. 
This doesn't bother me.  I know at the end of the day, you're mine.  I love
everything about you, even this.  This is sexy.  Seeing you kiss her... 
was sexy."

   "Good.  Baby, just don't be afraid to speak up...  if it does bother
you. I don't want to do anything to upset you.  Dalton.  I fucked this
woman a week ago.  I'm probably gonna fuck her tonight.  You might even be
asked to fuck her, who knows.  Her brother might fuck her.  He might want
to fuck me, and that'll be for you to decide.  Let's just let go, and have
a little fun."

   "Goddam, Candy.  Jeezus.  Okay.  Is this how these kind of people live?"

   "I think so, Dalton.  I think so."

   They returned to the couch.  Dawnielle arched her eyebrow and Candy, and
Candy smiled back at her.  She nestled down under Dawnielle's arm, and took
her right breast in her hand.  Dawnielle had fine breasts, Candy thought.
Firm and round, like a grapefruit.  She could feel the hard nipple beneath
her blouse and bra.  She squeezed it.  Dawnielle put her hand on Candy's
breast, and squeezed back.

   "Let's go to the bedroom." Dawnielle said.





   Candy was pleased that Dalton didn't seem to have any problem getting
naked in from of the adults.  Grayson also stripped, revealing a tan,
athletic, trim body.  Dalton looked much the same on a slightly smaller
scale.  Candy felt her pussy oozing.  Dawnielle stripped.  God she was
sexy, Candy thought.  She looked at Dalton, realizing he thought much the
same thing.  His dick was hard, hard.  She was sure he was looking forward
to this.  She was.

   Grayson almost immediately crawled over the bed, and put his face down
on Candy's breasts.  She arched an eyebrow at Dalton, and he smiled
encouragingly.  Good, she thought.  Dawnielle positioned herself inbetween
Candy's legs.  Oh god, thought Candy, here comes that tongue again.

   "Dalton." Dawnielle spoke.  "If you wish, you may lick my asshole while
I eat Candy's pussy."

   Candy wondered how Dalton would take that.  He seemed to be just fine
with it.  He got up behind her, and she stuck her ass in the air as she
began to lick Candy's pussy.  Grayson moved up, and began to kiss Candy. 
He was a good kisser, she realized.

   Dalton had buried his face in Dawnielle's ass.  Candy knew the girl had
a sweet ass, she'd tasted it herself last weekend.  He hasn't done that to
me yet, she realized.  She was not jealous.  She knew it would happen
eventually.  She liked having things to still look forward to, anyway.

   Candy floated away, in a state of bliss.  No one she had ever
experienced ate pussy as well as Dawnielle, male or female.  Nobody did it
better.  The woman's tongue was amazing.  She felt Grayson place both his
knees beside her head, and she felt something touch her mouth.  She opened
her eyes to see his magnificent cock in her face.  She opened her mouth and
took it in.  Dawnielle raised up for a few moments to kiss him, and then
resumed her stimulations of Candy's cunt.  Candy squirmed and wiggled
beneath her, feeling chills race up and down her spine.  She was ready to
cum, already.  Jeezus.  She sucked on Grayson's cock, running her tongue
down the underneath side of it, circling the cap, and even sticking her
tongue in the slit in the end.  She kept feeling his balls on her forehead
and the bridge of her nose.

   "Grayson..." She said, spitting his cock out, remembering something she
had read in Cosmo.  "Teabag me.  Put your balls in my mouth."

   She opened her mouth wide, and he hunched forward and dropped both his
balls into it.  She sucked them, and ran her tongue around them, feeling
their sexy softness.  God, he felt good.  And what Dawnielle was doing felt
good, too.  Jeezus.  How much stimulation can a person take, she thought.
Her nerves felt like they were on fire, especially down around her cunt. 
Dawnielle was pounding her clit unmercifully with her tongue, and Candy
came, hard and sharp, almost involuntarily biting Grayson's balls.  She
giggled, and sucked them down into her throat as far as she could.  This
was just too much fun.

   After another cum, Dawnielle sat up.  She turned to Dalton.  Candy
missed what she said, but he nodded.  Dawnielle leaned down and took his
cock in her mouth.  Dalton smiled at Candy, and she smiled back.  Grayson
lay back, and Candy turned and took his cock in her mouth.

   "Go ahead, baby, make me cum." Grayson said, and she nodded.  She tried
to give him the best blow job ever, and all too quickly he did cum, filling
her mouth with his tangy sperm.  She gulped and sucked it down, loving the
sharp taste of it.

   Dawnielle finally came up for air, and said, "Dalton, would you please
fuck me?  You must be gentle...  I've only ever been fucked by Grayson
before.  But I'm ready for my second..."

   Dalton nodded eagerly.  Candy knew he was happy.  Dawnielle turned and
lay back, holding her arms up to him, and he practically fell on top of
her. Candy could see his hard cock probing around down near Dawnielle's
cunt.  She hoped it was good for the girl.

   Candy turned back to Grayson.  "Grayson, I'm sorry, but if you want to
fuck me you need to wear a rubber.  I'm not on the pill yet."

   He nodded, and got up from the bed and left the room, presumably to look
for a condom.

   She watched as Dalton slowly slid into Dawnielle's cunt.  Dawnielle
gasped and jerked, but seemed to be enjoying it.  Candy met Dalton's eye,
and grinned.  He grinned back.  Hell, of course he was enjoying himself. 
Eating ass, a blow job, and now fucking, and the evening had just started.
This was going to be fun, Candy told herself.

   Grayson returned, and fitted a condom on his large cock.  Candy sighed
and laid back, spreading her legs.  He crawled up on top of her, and
fastened his lips around her puffy nipple.  She felt his cock bump into her
pussy, and he wiggled around, trying to get it in without touching it.  She
giggled, and reached down and guided it.  She was ready, fuck she was
ready. She was ready to fuck.

   He felt fabulous entering her.  This is what fucking is supposed to feel
like, she thought.  He seemed to fill her up completely.  She almost
couldn't even breathe, she realized.  His cock felt like it was a foot
around.  Jeezus.

   A few minutes later Dawnielle began to gasp and hiccup.  Candy grabbed
her hand, and Dawnielle squeezed it back convulsively.  Candy felt the girl
cum, and she knew it was a good one.  Dawnielle pounded the bed with the
back of her head, and slapped her free hand on it also.  She kicked with
her feet.  She came, hard.  Candy hoped Dalton was proud.  He had done a
good job.

   She felt her own orgasm begin to consume her.  Wave after wave washed
over her, filling her with pleasure, sensual feelings of something that she
couldn't define.  Sex is so honest, so righteous, she thought.  There are
no lies in sex.  Either it is or it isn't.  And every time, so far, for
her, it had been.  This is my religion, she thought, this is what I live
for.  This is my goal in life.  I cum, therefore I am.  Jeezus, let it go
on.  Let it go on.

   Dalton finally collapsed on Dawnielle, exhausted.  Grayson fucked away
at Candy, and she finally let herself cum.  She exploded, it felt like to
her, she popped like a balloon.  She gasped and groaned, and came like a
volcano.  Her knees locked, and she felt cramps in her calves.  Her feet
arched so hard they hurt.  She made funny little noises.  She did it all.

   The four of them just lay on the bed, tired out.  Finally Grayson
dragged himself off of Candy.  "Shit." He said solemnly.  "That was
intense."

   Candy giggled.  She just wanted to lay and rest for a while, so she'd be
ready for round two.  Dalton owed her a fuck.  Or two.





   Candy and Dalton talked, as he took her home.  She was glad he had had a
good time, and she felt like she'd given it to him.  She sure as hell had
had a good time.  Jeezus.  She wanted to do it again, already.  She
remembered Grayson warmly.  He was very cool.  But Dawnielle, and that
tongue.  That was the coolest, ever.  Yes, they would definitely do that
again.



   ` The next Monday, Mr.  Hardy told her he had made a doctor's
appointment for Thursday afternoon.  She nodded, and he explained a few
things about being on the pill that his friend had told me.  She nodded
wisely.  She still wanted it.  Okay, he said.  How about one more cheap
fuck, just because he was a nice guy?

   "Mr.  Hardy.  I'll fuck you once for free, for doing this pill thing,
and for paying for them.  And then once a month, as long as you pay for the
pills.  Is that fair?"

   "Oh, yes Candy.  That's fair.  Although..."

   "Although what?"

   "I don't know what the pill will cost a month yet."

   "Well, save the receipt.  Show it to me, and we'll decide."

   "Okay, okay."

   She knew he was so totally in her power it wasn't funny.  I am his
master, she thought.  Almost anything I ask he will do.  I'm the master,
and he's the slave.  Amazing.  She thought of a few whacky things she could
do, just to show off her power over him.  Nah, she wasn't like that. 
Still, it was kind of cool.

   "Mr.  Hardy.  Just tell me when you want this month's, okay?  And I tell
you what, I'll throw in a BJ, just to make it fair.  You at least get a
fuck and a BJ each month, for getting and keeping me on the pill.  Fair?"

   He grinned like a monkey.  "Way fair.  You are such a sweetheart, Candy.
I love you to death, girl."





   That Thursday he picked her up from school, and ferried her downtown, to
the doctor's office.  They didn't have to fill out any paperwork or
anything, they just waited a few minutes in the waiting room, and then the
doctor saw them.  The doctor was named Benjiman Crim, a man maybe fifty
five years old.  He was smooth-shaven, with a small body, and pixie-like
face.  She almost expected him to have pointed ears.  His hair was thick
and bushy and dark, and stuck straight up.  She almost giggled the first
time she saw him.  He ushered them into an examining room, and shut and
locked the door.

   Candy sat on the examining table while Dr.  Crim and Mr.  Hardy chatted.
Candy wasn't sure if ordinarily Mr.  Hardy would have been allowed in with
her, but she realized this was a special circumstance.  And, he had claimed
to be good friends with the doctor.

   "Well, young lady." Dr.  Crim said.  "I hear you need to go on the pill.
I hear you have recently become...  active..."

   Candy felt cowed by him, for some reason, and was almost embarrassed. 
"Yes, sir." Was all she managed to say.

   "Don't be embarrassed." He said.  "Some of my best patients are on the
pill." He giggled, and she was embarrassed for him.  What a silly man.

   He gave her a perfunctory exam, admitting a nurse who checked her blood
pressure and a few other things.  She caught a motion as Dr.  Crim patted
the nurse on the butt, thinking, ah-ha.  Another perv.  Finally the nurse
got done, and left.  The nurse had given her a little gown, and instructed
her to go behind a screen and change into it.  No panties.  She did.

   "On the table, girl." Dr.  Crim said.  "Feet in the stirrups."

   Oh shit, Candy thought.  She'd had to do this a time or two before, and
she knew the procedure.  She climbed up onto the table and fitted her feet
into the stirrups.  Dr.  Crim approached, and suddenly threw her gown up,
exposing her pussy.

   "Ta da!" He said.  She giggled.  Mr.  Hardy watched with interest over
the doctor's shoulder.

   "Behold, the human vagina." Dr.  Crim said.  "Cavern of mystery. 
Enchanter of men.  Conqueror of kings."

   Candy giggled again.  She'd read that on the internet somewhere once. 
This guy was quite a comedian.

   She felt his hands on her cunt.  She felt him spread it apart.  She
wondered just how professional this exam was going to be.

   "You wanna see something cool?" The doctor said.  She realized he was
talking to Mr.  Hardy.

   "Sure!" Said Mr.  Hardy.  The doctor selected an instrument from a tray.
He smeared some stuff from a tube on it, and then Candy felt cold steel at
the mouth of her pussy.  It pressed in, and she felt it sliding into her
body.  Then she felt it spread, and begin to get larger.  The Doctor
motioned Mr.  Hardy in closer, at the two of them put their faces down to
her cunt, below her line of sight.  She heard the doctor mumbling, and Mr.
Hardy reply several times.  Shit, she thought.  Men.  Men, and their pussy
obsession.  She understood it, though, she was kind of pussy obsessed
herself.  She kind of wished she could see what they were seeing.

   She felt the instrument being manipulated a time or two, and finally he
slid it out of her body as Mr.  Hardy stood back.  Mr.  Hardy patted her on
the shoulder, and asked if she was okay.  "Just fine." She said.

   "We're done." Dr.  Crim finally said, and he placed her gown down,
hiding her exposed pussy.  She got her feet out of the stirrups, and looked
at the two men.  Dr.  Crim and Mr.  Hardy were silent, regarding her.

   "What?" Said Candy finally.

   "Candy." Said Mr.  Hardy.  "Dr.  Crim will forgo the usual fees and
charges today...  if you will...  reciprocate."

   What the fuck does that mean, Candy thought.  If I put out?  She thought
she knew what reciprocate meant.  Basically, if I do something for him. 
And of course what else would a man want?

   "Sure, you guys." She sighed.  "Whatever."

   "Candy.  Dear." Dr.  Crim spoke up.  "You don't have to do anything you
don't want to.  I just thought..."

   "Oh, I don't mind." She said.  She thought of something.

   "Dr.  Crim."

   "Yes?"

   "Your nurse.  I saw you pat her on the ass.  Do you fuck her?"

   "Goodness." She doctor seemed a bit taken aback at her language.  Gotta
watch that, she thought.

   "We have relations, yes." The doctor finally said.

   "Can we invite her in?  While we do it?" Candy asked.

   "Certainly!" Dr.  Crim seemed absolutely jovial at the idea.  He stuck
his head out the door, and called out, "Virginia!" She entered, and he shut
and locked the door.

   Candy smiled at the woman.  She was fine, maybe mid-thirties,
voluptuous, and hot.  Candy thought she was hot.  She was wearing a nurse's
uniform, a knee-length white skirt, white blouse, white hose, and clunky
white shoes.  She looked sexy to Candy.  Candy was sure she looked sexy to
the men.  The woman smiled back at her, looking a little puzzled.

   Candy slowly slid the medical gown off, and dropped it on a chair.  She
stood before them nude, shivering in the chill air.

   "Good grief." Virginia said, shaking her head.  "Dr.  Ben, you are such
a letch."

   Candy giggled.  Dr.  Crim looked pained.

   "Virginia, dearest, I had hoped you would understand.  I'm just trying
to save Mr.  Hardy here some money."

   "Yeah, yeah." The woman said.  She looked at Candy and snorted. 
"Darling, don't let this put you off the medical establishment as a career
choice.  It's not like this everywhere."

   "Virginia." Dr.  Crim said.  "This office is actually run in a very
professional manner, except for some slight...  irregularities.  Do not
misrepresent things to this young lady."

   "Yeah, this young lady whom you're about to dip your wick into." The
woman shook her head again.

   "It's okay." Candy said.  "I'm used to it."

   "You poor dear." The woman said.

   Candy could feel her nipples in the cold air.  They were hard as rocks.

   "I had hoped..." Candy said.  "I had hoped you might join us..."

   The woman laughed then, looking at the two expectant men.  "Oh.  Okay, I
guess I can...  still, you poor dear.  At your tender age."

   Virginia slowly, almost sensuously stripped.  Dr.  Crim checked the
door, and then stepped out of his pants.  He nodded to Mr.  Hardy, who also
began undressing.

   Candy just stood on the sidelines and watched, bemused.  Virginia was
kind of sexy, she thought.  She watched the woman take off her shirt, and
reveal an industrial strength bra holding up her ample breasts.  That came
off too, and oh, goodness...  Candy told herself...  those are some fine
titties.  Fine.  She could see Virginia's large nipples shrink and harden
in the cold air.  Sexy.

   She glanced at Dr.  Crim, and then did a double take.  Mr.  Decker was a
beast.  Goddam.  But Dr.  Crim was the king of beasts.  His cock hung down,
flaccid and wrinkled.  And down, and down.  Candy tried to remember about
how long her ruler at school had been.  This guy was nine or ten inches,
soft.  Jeezus.  She just stared.  He saw her staring, and smiled.

   "Another conquest for you, Dr.  Crim." Said Virginia, laughing.  The
woman dropped to her knees, and took the doctor's penis in her mouth.  I
want my turn, too, Candy thought.

   "Candy." Mr.  Hardy.  "May I warm you up for the doctor?" She nodded,
wishing he would actually warm her up.  It is freezing in here, she
thought. She scooted back and sat on the exam table, and Mr.  Hardy pressed
his face into her pussy.  She sighed contentedly, and relaxed as best she
could.

   A few minutes later Virginia dropped Dr.  Crim's cock from her mouth. 
"I think you're ready, doctor." She said.  Candy giggled.  He looked ready.
Jeezus, he looked ready.  His cock was huge, and fat.  She figured it was
at least a foot long, though she admitted she wasn't good with feet and
inches.  Jeezus, though.  What a monster.  She wondered how it would all
fit into her.  If it would all fit into her.

   "No." She said.  "You're not ready.  I gotta get a taste of that,
first."

   Virginia and Doctor Crim laughed.  Candy dropped to her knees on the
cold floor.  She could grasp his cock with both hands, and still have
plenty to suck.  Jeezus.  She sucked him in as deep as she could, and
thought, Jeezus, it's gonna stick out my butt.  It's that goddam long.

   After a minute or two, her jaw almost ached.  The cap of his cock felt
huge in her mouth.  She swished and rolled it around with her tongue,
feeling it's slick hardness, savoring the sensation.

   He was pretty damn hard.  Candy wondered how his body stayed alive, with
all the blood that must be in his penis right now.  A teenaged boy would be
proud of an erection like that, but an old man?  She wondered if he gulped
a few Viagra pills each morning.  She sat and watched as Virginia helped
him roll a condom onto his cock.  Jeezus, the thing barely went half the
way.  His cock was that long.

   The doctor approached her delicately.  Mr.  Hardy stood back, and
Virginia moved to face him, still on her knees.  She gently took his hard
cock in her mouth, and began sucking.

   Candy realized the doctor had a problem.  The exam table was so high,
and he was so short, he couldn't reach her cunt.  Well, his dick was long
enough, he actually could reach it, but he needed to be taller.  He solved
the problem, to her amusement, but pulling a short footstool out from under
the exam table, placing it directly in front of her, and mounting it.  Not
the first time we've done this, she thought.  She looked down.  His monster
cock was just barely touching the mouth of her cunt.  He looked like he was
waiting on her.  She nodded.  "Go ahead, Dr.  Crim."

   At least she was wet.  She was sloppy wet.  The whole procedure had
turned her on, and got her juices flowing.  She realized she was more than
ready to be fucked by this monster cock.  She would have settled for Mr. 
Hardy, even.  She was just ready to be fucked.

   Virginia stood suddenly, and then flopped on her belly on the table next
to Candy.  Her ass was in the air, pretty high, but Candy figured that Mr.
Hardy could reach it.  He moved in.  He could.  As Dr.  Crim gently,
persistently began to push into Candy's cunt, Mr.  Hardy slid his dick into
Virginia's waiting pussy.  She sighed with satisfaction.

   Candy sighed, too.  Doctor Crim felt good in her.  Damn good.  Jeez, she
thought, he's as big around as my arm.  Close.  He just seemed to go and go
and go into her.  She wondered if he would hit the top.  He was going in
and out, in and out, wetting his dick with her juices, just so it would go
in.  Dry, it never would have made it.

   Candy finally felt his groin hit hers.  God, he was in all the way. 
Shit, she thought, I am full.  I am full of him.  He pulled out a few
inches, and then pushed back in.  She couldn't breathe while he did it. 
Goddam, she thought.  That was fun.  Do that again.

   Mr.  Hardy was fucking away at Virginia.  She seemed to be having a
great time.  Damn but I am, thought Candy, and Doctor Crim stroked again.
For an old fart, this old fart can fuck.  And that dick.  Damn, damn.  She
wondered if she'd ever, in the whole rest of her life, be fucked by a dick
this big again.  If one exists, she thought.  She couldn't wait to tell
Victoria and Joycelyn about this.  She wondered if she'd get credit for
referrals for getting him extra business.  Damn.

   She came long before he did.  The breathless feeling of fullness really
got her off.  She moaned and hiccuped, gasping as she came, trying to be
quiet but not entirely succeeding.  Virginia and Mr.  Hardy were done by
then, and they watched her and giggled.  Doctor Crim came, and Candy
thought she could feel him spray his semen deep into her body through the
rubber.  Jeezus, she thought, it actually got bigger, as he climaxed.  I
don't care if we get a discount or not, this was worth it.  Shee-it.





   Candy was bemused as they walked through the parking lot, and got into
Mr.  Hardy's car.  He laughed at her, and she finally just shook her head.
They stopped at the drugstore to get her pills.  Mr.  Hardy dropped her off
at home, telling her he'd give her four hours on the clock tonight, anyway,
and she thanked him.  She reminded him that she owed him a fuck and BJ, and
he laughed.  "I won't forget that, Candy."

   She went in the house, and upstairs.  She hid her pills in her room, and
then looked for her mom and Uncle Mike.  They were in the living room, and
she joined them.

   "You're home early, dear." Said her mother.

   "I didn't feel too great.  Mr.  Hardy let me off, and even brought me
home."

   "Mr.  Hardy is a nice man.  He's done a lot for you." Said her mother.

   "Yeah, a lot." Said Candy, laughing inside.  If only she knew.  Jeezus.

   They sat and watched TV a while.

   "Mom." Said Candy.  "Are you going to grandma's this weekend?"

   "Probably." Said her mom.

   Candy didn't say "good" out loud, but she thought it.  Good.  Special
time alone, with Uncle Mike.  Good.  She didn't dare look at him.  She was
trying her best to do things his way.  She knew he was right, anyway.  They
needed to be careful.  Until Candy was eighteen, at least.





   The next morning she didn't feel too great, but she dragged herself out
of bed and went to school.  Dalton was his usual sweet self, and he cheered
her up.  They spent lunch hour kissing down behind the football field, and
she speculated about giving him a blow job.  He didn't think it was a good
idea, though, so she passed on it.  She made a deal to see him that night
after work, and walked home.

   Work was okay, fun, like it usually was.  Tonight, of all nights,
though, Mr.  Hardy decided to cash in his BJ ticket, and she trudged off to
his office, locking the door behind her.  They sat and talked for a few
minutes, and finally he stood and pulled out his cock.  She pulled out her
tits, and gave him a few minutes of suck time.  She finally dropped to her
knees, and took him in her mouth.  She marveled again at how much she liked
to suck cocks.  Maybe there's something wrong with me, she thought.  Maybe
I'm a nymphomaniac.  I'm a cockomaniac, for sure.  I accept that about
myself.  I just like cocks.  I just plain like cocks.  She slurped down his
shaft, and back to the end.  She ran her tongue around the cap.  She
sucked, hard, feeling his cap expand in her mouth.  It was just fun.  She
just plain enjoyed it.  I'd almost suck anyone's cock, just to suck it, she
thought.  Young or old, it don't matter.  I like cock.  She thought of
Dawnielle, and wondered if the woman really had actually sucked a thousand
cocks.  A thousand is a lot.  But that's just twenty years of once a week,
she thought, after doing a little math in her head.  If she's twenty eight,
and started when she was...  shit.  She probably didn't start when she was
eight years old.  Maybe a thousand is a slight exaggeration.  Well, she
still believed Dawnielle when she said she'd sucked a lot of cocks. 
Dawnielle.  I need to call her.  Hell, it's the weekend.  I should have
called her before now, even.

   Mr.  Hardy filled her mouth.  She knew he was coming, she could feel his
prostate tightening up and relaxing, and his balls had stuck up against his
belly.  She gulped and swallowed, trying to time it just right, and
succeeding.  I'm succeeding at sucking seed, she thought.  I'm a successful
seed sucker.  Sucking cocks rocks, she thought again, for the hundredth
time.





   He was out of breath mints.  Damn.  She re-arranged her clothes, and
left the office.  When she got to the front of the shop, she was horrified
to see Dalton and two of his friends sitting at a table near the front.  He
was looking around like he was trying to find her, and he smiled broadly
when he saw her.  Shit, she thought.  She waved, and got a large sweet tea
for him.  She hurriedly gulped a quarter of it down as she took it to his
table, hoping it washed Mr.  Hardy's sperm down her throat and off her
breath.

   She kissed him on the cheek somewhat nervously, for that very same
reason, and sat on his lap.  Their tacos arrived, and she fed him,
giggling, as his hand beneath the table patted and rubbed her buttock.  She
burped, delicately, tasting sperm, hoping it wasn't obvious.  I've just got
a guilty conscience, she told herself.

   "The guys are goin' to the Cherokee shack tonight." Said Dalton to her.
"I've got some blankets if you want us to go with them."

   "Sure, that sounds like fun." She said, having no idea what the Cherokee
shack was.  New stuff was usually fun, the first time, at least.  She
finally got up and kissed Dalton, and went back behind the counter.  He
left a while later with the boys, giving her another kiss.

   She walked home hurriedly when eight o'clock rolled around.  She put on
jeans, and a shirt, and a sweater, just in case it got chilly and they were
out late.  She kissed her mom, told her she was going to spend the night
with Victoria, looked unsuccessfully around for Uncle Mike, and texted
Dalton that she was ready.  Two minutes later he pulled up, and she climbed
in the front seat.

   "Where's Victoria tonight?" He asked.

   "I have no idea." She replied, and then texted Victoria as they drove
off down the street.

   They stopped at his friend David's house, and picked him up, and then
stopped at another friend named Roscoe's.  Both the boys had backpacks with
them.  The two of them sat in the back seat and whispered conspiratorially.
Candy squeezed closer to Dalton, and hugged him close.  She didn't care
what they did, she just wanted to be with him.  Even if they didn't get to
fuck tonight, she wanted to be with him.  She wished she was off the
waiting period for the pill, she was ready to get the maximum benefit out
of it.  She understood, though.

   Victoria finally replied.  She was with Herb.  They were bored.

   "Tell them to follow us to the shack.  We've got enough for everyone."

   "Enough?  Enough what?" Said Candy.

   "Beer." Said Dalton, laughing.  "What do you thinks in those backpacks?
Granola bars?"

   Shit.  Well, this was going to be interesting, she thought.  Under-aged,
unlicensed males and females, sex, and beer.  Where the hell was this
Cherokee shack again?  Hopefully way outside city limits.

   Okay, Victoria said.  Dalton turned back to Hadee's parking lot, and
they waited for Victoria and Herb.

   "Damn." Candy said.  "Herb has a nice car."

   "That's not his, it's his brother's.  His brother would kill him if he
knew he was driving it."

   "Does Herb have his license?"

   "Hell no.  He's only fourteen."

   Shit.  Candy was even more nervous, but, Dalton seemed okay with it. 
She tried to relax.

   They left the town far behind.  They ended up going five or six miles on
dirt roads, curving around and all through the hills, until they came up to
the base of a vast, lumpy...  hell, Candy thought.  That's a mountain, not
a hill.  Bare rock rose all around them.  Far up the side of the mountain,
she saw the wreckage of an old hogan, a round house that Indians used to
live in, before the reservation days.

   "That's it." Dalton indicated by nodding his head.  "That's the Cherokee
shack.  Actually it should be named the Navajo shack."

   It was pretty damn dark by now, Candy realized.  They parked the two
cars inside the fence, locked them and set off on foot.  Candy and Victoria
held hands, and Candy held Dalton's hand with her other.  Dalton was
carrying a couple of quilts.  The other boys strained, lugging their
backpacks full of beer.  Herb had even brought two six packs of wine
coolers.  This should be...  interesting...  thought Candy.

   It was pretty dark by the time they reached the shack.  Dalton shined
his light inside it, slowly entering, to make sure no wild animals were
inside.  Nothing was.  It was empty.  The other guys ran around for a while
and gathered all the wood they could find, and they built a fire in the
fire pit, in the center.  There was a hole in the roof for the smoke to
exit from, but it was still pretty smokey inside.  Candy coughed and her
eyes burned, but she seemed to get used to it after a while.  She knew
she'd smell like smoke the next day, though.

   She followed Victoria outside, and held the girls hand while she peed on
the ground, giggling.  Candy tried to pee, but there was nothing.  Maybe
later.  If I drink any beer, I'll pee, she thought.  Beer is just pre-pee,
basically.  She looked all around while they were outside, but she could
not see one single artificial light, all the way out to the horizon.  Well,
she thought, the hills kind of block off the view.  But, she felt like they
were in the middle of nowhere.  Hell, they were in the middle of nowhere.
It was kind of spooky, actually.  She realized that at least they'd be able
to see car headlights miles away, if anybody else came.

   They sat around the fire, and the boys popped the tops on their beer. 
Candy and Victoria took a wine cooler each.  They drank, telling ghost
stories and talking about stuff.  Candy got silly and giggly after just the
single wine cooler, and Dalton passed her a beer.  Two hours later she was
laying in his lap giggling when her stomach started to hurt.  Three hours
later they were outside, and Dalton held her forehead as she vomited until
she thought her guts were going to come up.  Finally they stumbled back
inside and she lay on a quilt, shivering.

   "Baby, do you want me to take you home?" Dalton asked, and she shook her
head.

   "No, I'll be alright...  I don't wanna spoil your fun."

   Dalton put his mouth to her ear.  "This isn't much fun actually."

   Candy agreed, but she kept her mouth shut.  She wished she had a
toothbrush and some toothpaste.  Or even a bottle of goddam water.  Jeezus.
She finally got back up and washed her mouth out with beer.  Ugh.  Just the
taste of it made her stomach lurch again.  She went back indoors, followed
by an anxious Dalton.  At least he's concerned, she thought.  He's very
considerate.

   Candy finally settled down, and managed to have a little fun, in spite
of it all.

   When Victoria said "Oh, gawd." and lurched outside Candy followed, and
held her friend's forehead as she puked out her guts.  Herb and Dalton
hovered nearby, unsure what to do.  She helped Victoria rinse out her
mouth, and got her back indoors and under the blankets.  Shit.  Well this
is a shitload of fun, Candy though.  Okay, who's next?  Are these boys any
tougher?

   It was Herb.  He excused himself solemnly, went outside, and soon they
could hear him barfing his guts up.

   "It's those goddam wine coolers." Candy said.  Sure enough, no one else
got sick.  Candy tried to remember the lines of a poem she'd heard once,
something about beer before liquor, get sick quicker...  but she couldn't
get it straight.  It didn't matter, she felt better now.

   "Dalton.  What time is it?" She asked.  He looked at his watch.  Damn.
It wasn't even midnight yet.  This was turning into a long night, she
thought.  She crawled around to Dalton's side, and curled herself around
him.  He felt nice and warm.

   "Dalton." She whispered in his ear.  "I brought a bunch of rubbers..."

   He laughed.

   "We can take a blanket outside." She said.

   "No, Candy, it's too cold.  We can do it in here, back against the wall.
Nobody'll mind."

   Candy didn't really mind.  She knew it was pretty dark in there, even
with the fire.  And so what, she'd fucked around with an audience present
before.  She slowly kissed Dalton, hoping she didn't still have barfy
breath.  He kissed back.  Ah, good.

   Even though Candy and Dalton started first, Herb and Victoria passed
them fairly quickly.  The two of them were soon rolling around on the
quilt, and Victoria had her top off.  The other boys giggled and watched,
getting a nice show in the dim firelight.  Candy felt kind of sorry for the
other guys, because they didn't have girlfriends.

   She kissed Dalton, breathing through his nose, and felt his warm hands
slide up beneath her bra.  Ahhh, he felt so good, his flesh on hers, he
felt so soft and warm.  He squeezed her nipples, pushing his fingers in he
center of them, inverting them.  He finally pulled her shirt up and her bra
down and began sucking on them.  She sighed, and relaxed, loving the feel
of his hands and lips on her body.

   A few feet away, Victoria and Herb pulled apart for a moment, and
Victoria lay on her back and kicked her jeans off.  She was already
topless, and in a few seconds she was bottomless, too.  Candy giggled. 
That girl.  Victoria did not waste time, ever.  Candy knew that Victoria
had gone on the pill before she had, and she hoped that it was active, now.
Right now, because she knew they were going to do it tonight.  They were
definitely going to fuck.

   She kissed Dalton again, watching with one eye as Herb had a hurried
consultation with David and Roscoe.  Now, that was interesting.  David
slowly began to slide his jeans down, whispering to Roscoe.  Victoria,
Candy thought.  That girl.  She's gonna take them both on.  Lord.  Candy
giggled helplessly.

   And that's just what she did.  Herb positioned himself in front, and
Victoria took his cock in her mouth.  David got behind her, and somewhat
nervously pressed his hard cock into her pussy.  Candy wondered if he was a
virgin.  She could see him trembling, even in the dim firelight.  Maybe he
was just excited, she thought.  She met Dalton's eye, and nodded
thoughtfully.  She wondered if what occurred to her would occur to him.  To
be gracious hosts, they should really invite Roscoe to join them.  Victoria
and Herb had taken on David, after all.  Candy wondered if Dalton could
handle it.  She wondered how good of a friend he was with Roscoe.  She
hadn't been aware that David and Herb even knew each other.  They had
seemed to get chummy pretty quick, when the fucking started.

   Dalton finally leaned into her, and put his mouth to her ear.  He said
two simple words.  "Should we?"

   She laughed silently.  At least he was considerate enough to ask.  She
leaned into him.  "Baby, it's up to you.  I don't care."

   Dalton yawned, and stretched.  He looked at his watch.  He motioned to
Roscoe, sitting across the fire.  Roscoe looked puzzled.  He met Dalton
halfway around the fire, and nodded thoughtfully as Dalton talked.

   Dalton returned to Candy's side.  He layed her down onto the blanket
behind her, and kissed her gently.  He reached down and unsnapped her
jeans, and unzipped them.  She helped him take them off.  She slid her
sweater off, and unbuttoned her shirt and removed it.  Dalton and Roscoe
had both stood, and were taking off their clothes.  Soon the three of them
were naked.  Roscoe joined Candy and Dalton on the quilt.  Her nipples
prickled in the cold air, hardening.  She had goose bumps on her butt.

   Roscoe met her eye.  "Thank you," he mouthed, and she smiled at him.  I
ain't done nothin' yet, she thought.  She crawled forward on her hands and
knees, reaching into her pants pocket and withdrawing a condom which she
handed to Roscoe.i He was no first timer, he tore the package open and
rolled the rubber onto his dick, which was now good and hard.  Dalton was
nice and hard too, she could see, and she turned to him and sucked his cock
into her mouth, feeling it's familiar shape, loving it.  She didn't care
what went on behind her, she was happy to have Dalton in her mouth.

   She surfaced for a moment, and felt Roscoe pounding her from behind. 
She heard a funny whining noise, and looked over to see Victoria cumming,
hard, and David pounding her ass.  Herb was still stuffed down her throat.
She sucked hard on Dalton, and felt his prostate clench and unclench.  She
knew he was close to cumming.  She knew she'd get a mouthful from him.

   She came, almost by surprise, as Roscoe wailed away on her.  A wave of
warmth flooded her body.  It was intense.  God, that feels good, she
thought.  It don't matter who does it.  It feels good.

   Dalton began to cum, in her mouth.  In his usual way, squirt after
squirt filled her mouth, and she gulped and swallowed as fast as she could.
Squirt after squirt.  Jeezus.  She loved him and his cum, and the way he
came.  It was fun, she thought.  It was magic.

   Victoria, Herb and David were worn out, and all three laid in a big lump
on the quilt.  Candy thought she could almost see steam rising from their
bodies.  Roscoe finally slowed, and stopped.  He pulled out of her,
stripped the rubber off his dick, and tied it in a knot.  He threw it at
David, just screwing around.  David threw it in the corner.  Ugh.  Candy
giggled.  She felt warm and satiated.  She felt full, at the moment.  I can
never get enough of that, though, she thought.  There will always be room
for more.  Dalton lay down beside her, and gently lay a quilt over her. 
She felt safe and warm.  She cuddled into his arms, loving him, loving the
feeling of him next to her.  This had been a good idea, she thought, except
for those goddam wine coolers.





   She woke, early in the morning.  She was freezing.  She burrowed down
into the quilt, trying to get closer to Dalton, trying to steal his warmth.
Finally the rest of them woke, and they all dressed as quickly as they
could in the sub-zero air.  The fire had burned out long ago.  As soon as
Candy got her clothes on she wrapped back up in a quilt, and Victoria took
one too.  I feel like shit, Candy thought, I need a hot shower, a razor and
couple of aspirins.  And a goddam toothbrush.  Jeezus.  Last night was fun
but this morning sucks.

   She finally got her shoes on, and the six of them stumbled down the
mountain to the cars, the girls still wrapped in the blankets.  Victoria
and Herb parted ways as soon as they were out of the hills, and they
dropped David and Roscoe off at their respective houses.

   "Shit." Candy said, for no reason.  Just shit.  She pulled Dalton's arm
over and looked at his watch.  Just eight o'clock?  She needed about four
more hours of sleep.  In a warm bed.  In a warm house.

   "Candy.  Just come home with me." Dalton said.  "We can snooze in my bed
for a while."

   "Really.  What will your parents think."

   "Only my mom's there, now, my dad bailed last month.  She won't care."





   Dalton parked the car, and Candy followed him into the house.  The front
door wasn't even locked.  He didn't try and be quiet or anything, he just
went to his room, and shut the door after her.  The house was tiny and
drab, in a crappy neighborhood.  She had been right about Dalton, she
thought.  Proud tradition of bottom feeders.  Well, this would just be all
the better when he made something of himself, she thought.  When I make
something of him.

   He didn't have a bed, just an old beat-up couch against the wall.  She
lay down and he lay behind her, and wrapped her in his arms after he
covered the two of them with a thick thermal blanket.  She finally felt
warm.  Warm, and comfortable.  When she woke up it was almost noon, and he
was stirring around.  They got up, and Candy asked where the bathroom was.
He showed her, and she washed her face in lovely steaming hot water.  She
finally felt alive again.

   He led her to the tiny kitchen, where his mom sat, reading the paper and
smoking a cigarette.  A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the table
beside her.  Cool, Candy thought.  Whiskey, for breakfast.  Candy nodded at
Dalton's introduction, and his mom nodded back.  She blew a cloud of smoke
to the ceiling.

   "What'd you kids do last night?"

   Dalton laughed.  "We went to the Cherokee shack.  We spent the night
there with David and Roscoe and two others, friends of Candy's.  We drank
some wine coolers and the girls puked their guts up."

   Candy laughed, but she was embarrassed, and a little nervous.  His mom
just laughed.  She didn't seem to worried about the threat of under-aged
drinking.

   "Yeah, that shit'll get you." She finally said.  Candy and Dalton
giggled.

   "Look." Said Mrs.  Weir.  She held the paper for Dalton to see.  "Your
dad's headed for the big house again.  He was in the middle of that shit
that went down in Fairview last month."

   Dalton nodded, and then turned to Candy.  "When you need to go home?"

   "Just whenever." Candy said, wondering what the big house was.

   "Mom, can I..."

   "Sure." Mrs.  Weir said.  "Sure."

   Dalton nodded to Candy.  "Just let me know."





   They watched TV for a few hours, curled up on the couch, and then Dalton
took her home.  She took a lovely shower, sitting forever under the hot
water, shaved her legs and crotch, and then she dressed in fresh clothes,
and went in search of Victoria.

   Victoria was right at home where she belonged, sound asleep.  Candy woke
her up and dragged her out of bed and down the stairs to the hot tub.  They
stripped and jumped in.  Within a few minutes her parents joined them, to
Candy's delight.  The girls told them a heavily censored version of the
night's activities, leaving out any mention of drinking, sex, or spending
the night in a hogan.  There wasn't actually much left to tell after that,
though.  Victoria did mention that she'd gotten sick and "puked her guts
up", and Candy had a hard time keeping a straight face.

   "Well, maybe it was something you ate or drank." Said Mrs.  Decker. 
Yeah, thought Candy, maybe it was something you drank.  She giggled some
more.

   Mr.  Decker had looked fine getting in the hot tub.  Candy realized by
now that his cock never actually went all the way down.  It was always
partially hard, semi-erect.  Candy just hungered more and more for it.  She
somehow just had to be fucked by him, she thought.  She owed that to
herself.  It was a matter of national pride.  Of her pride.  Of pussy
pride. Shit.

   "Mrs.  Decker..." She finally said, during a lull in the conversation.
Mrs.  Decker looked at her expectantly.

   "I just wanted to tell you about that deal with my uncle." Candy said.

   "Yes, dear!  How did it work out?" Mrs.  Decker seemed very interested.

   "It didn't.  He couldn't justify it or whatever.  He said he couldn't
face my mother if he did it, since she's his sister.  He had major issues,
just like you said."

   "I see, dear.  Well, I'm sorry, I know it meant a lot to you.  You just
have to accept that it was the right thing for him to do.  Maybe not the
right thing for you, but the right thing for him."

   Goddam, thought Candy, I am such a good liar.  I should be a politician
or something.  I am so fucking believable.  She glanced at Victoria, to see
Victoria smiling broadly, her face tilted down to the water.  She knows,
though, Candy thought.  Shit.  She knows.  Well, if she knows, there's no
sense in keeping it a secret from her, at least.  We'll deal with that
later.

   "Yeah." Said Candy.  "It's really made me sad and morose and had a bad
influence on my grades and stuff, but I'm trying to get over it.  I'm
trying to choose a new person for my first time, now.  I want somebody
special, somebody who is really outstanding and unusual, and nice and has a
good body...  and maybe who has a special...  well, who is manly in a
special sort of way."

   "Well, darling, I hope you find your special person.  The world is full
of special nice men, as well as creeps.  It's just a matter of sorting them
out.  Just don't rush into anything."

   "Well, I'm kind of taking advice right now, I'm asking my friends if
they know anyone that meets my requirements."

   Mrs.  Decker giggled a little bit.  "Darling, you are wise beyond your
years.  I wish you good luck and success in this endeavor."

   "My first requirement is, it must be an older gentleman, who will be
wise and gentle and understanding.  Then, he must have a good body, not
that that's the most important thing, but years later I'll want to remember
him that way, rather than some obese hog."

   "Understandable." Mrs.  Decker was really getting into this, Candy
thought.  She looked at Victoria, who rolled her eyes.  Victoria knew
exactly where this was headed.

   "And he needs to be kind, and gentle and understanding like I said.  And
polite.  That's partly why he must be quite a bit older than me, too.  To
be polite.  And thoughtful.  And...  I hate to say this last part..."

   "Yes, dear?  Yes?" Mrs.  Decker leaned towards Candy.  Victoria gave
some kind of cough or snort thing.

   "He must have a spectacular, fantastic larger-than-normal...  organ...
so that when I'm old I'll have special memories of the whole thing."

   "Dear, that is a very good plan.  You are very wise to set such high
standards for yourself, for something so...  momentous, for something so
special for you.  It is indeed sad that your uncle doesn't know what he's
missing.  You are a very special young lady.  Victoria, take some lessons
from this girl.  She is going to go far, as well as she's planning her life
out."

   They settled back into the water.  Candy thought, Jeezus, do I have to
just come out and spell it out?  It looked like she did.  Jeezus.

   "Tom.  Tom!" Mrs.  Decker said.  Her husband seemed to be in some kind
of trance, and he shook his head and looked at her the second time she
spoke his name.

   "Tom, may I speak to you in confidence for a moment?" Mrs.  Decker said.

   "Sure." Her husband mumbled, and scooted across the tub, placing his
head next to her ear.

   She mumbled to him for a minute.  Candy looked at Victoria and winked,
and Victoria had another fit of the coughs.

   "Well, it's your choice, dear.  I personally don't care either way." Mr.
Decker finally said, sitting back down next to Candy.  She felt his hip
touch hers, and electricity shot through her body.  She thought, shit, you
old fart.  You do care.  You know you wanna do sweet adorable little me. 
You know you wanna poke it in my sweet adorable little cunt.

   "Candy.  Dearest child." Mrs.  Decker leaned towards her.

   "Yes, ma'am." Candy said, trying to look respectful.

   "Have you spoken to your parents about this?  What do they think."

   "Well...  I don't have a father...  and I couldn't say anything to my
mother because up until now it involved my Uncle Mike...  but I know she
loves me and wants whatever I want for me.  Except for doing it with Uncle
Mike probably."

   "Candy.  What is your timetable on this?  When do you feel like it must
happen?  You are...  how old?"

   "I'm almost sixteen, Mrs.  Decker." Candy lied.  "I don't really have a
schedule...  but I feel a lot of pressure.  It's different for us kids
nowadays.  We are forced to begin at an earlier age.  Peer pressure and
stuff."

   "I know, dear, and isn't that terrible.  Let's just let the kids be
kids, right?"

   "Well, I mean...  I think it needs to happen soon before I do something
dumb and just settle for a quickie in the back of a car or something."

   "Oh, dear, you mustn't just throw it away like that!  I have an idea!"

   "Yes, Ma'am?" Candy looked up hopefully.  And she really was hopeful,
too, she wasn't faking that part.

   "I think I know...  just the perfect man for your first time.  He is
gentle, and sweet, and thoughtful, and considerate.  I know this for a
fact, since...  I am married to him!"

   Candy put on her best dumb face, and stared at Mrs.  Decker.  "You... 
are...  married to him?"

   "Yes, dear, I'm talking about Tom.  My husband.  Sitting next to you,
silly."

   "Oh, Mrs.  Decker, I don't know...  I don't know about that..." Candy
turned and looked at him.  He stared solemnly back at her.  With the eye
that she knew was hidden from Mrs.  Decker she slowly, deliberately winked
at him.  He was good, she thought.  He didn't react in any fashion
whatsoever.  He's good.

   "Come now, dear, I know him better than anyone in the world.  We have
been married over twenty years, and he is the sweetest man in the world. 
He has allowed me to do things...  unusual things for a married couple.  He
has never failed me.  I know he would be sweet and considerate with you, on
your first time.  I know that he would feel honored.  And, he's been
clipped...  no fear of babies.  You really must consider doing it with him.
It's just a perfect match."

   "Mrs.  Decker, I respect your marriage with Mr.  Decker too much to do
something like that.  What if it caused problems between you two?"

   "Candy, dear...  you must understand something about Mr.  Decker and
myself...  we have what is called an "open marriage." We allow each other,
on special occasions, to have...  relations with others than ourselves.  We
feel it keeps the spark alive in our marriage.  Why, just several months
ago I had a small affair with our insurance agent." Mrs.  Decker stopped
and giggled self-consciously.  "In fact, I owe Tom one, for that very
reason.  It is his turn, now.  This is destiny, Candy, Karmic destiny at
work.  You simply must choose him, if you're going to do this."

   "Well...  let me think about it a minute..."

   Candy put her head down, and tried to look like she was thinking.  Mrs.
Decker waited impatiently.  God, thought Candy, this woman wants me to fuck
her husband NOW.  NOW, dammit.  She almost burst into giggles.  She could
see Victoria shaking silently at the other side of the tub.  Shit.

   "Victoria, dear, are you okay?" Mrs.  Decker said.

   "I have something caught in my throat." Said Victoria gagging a little
bit.  Candy stared at the bubbling water in front of her.

   "Mrs.  Decker.  You are right, as usual.  This was probably meant to
happen...  by some higher power or something..."

   "That's exactly what I think too, dear." Said Mrs.  Decker.

   "I will do it, under one condition."

   "What is that, dear?"

   "You must stay with me...  in case something goes wrong, or I need help,
or something."

   "Oh, child, I will be glad to stay with you through it!  We must help
and support each other in situations like these!"

   "Well...  when would be a good time?" Said Candy, playing dumb as best
she could.  Sadly, she thought, it wasn't that hard.

   "Oh, anytime.  But it must be when you are ready, dear.  This is all
about you.  Would you feel better if you meditated on it some more?"

   "Well...  I already have kinda...  I think I'm as ready as I'll get...
but I'll leave it up to you guys..."

   "Tom?" Mrs.  Decker asked, he looked nonplussed.

   "Whenever." He finally said.  Victoria had another coughing spell.

   "Could we just do it here?" Candy asked.  "I mean, we're already
naked..."

   "Good idea." Said Mrs.  Decker.  She stood.  Not bad, Candy thought,
looking at her again, objectively.  Not bad for an old broad.  She kind of
wondered what it looked like when the Deckers started makin' bacon.  Well,
that question, like so many others, could be answered easily enough.

   "Mrs.  Decker." Candy said.  Mrs.  Decker turned, her eyebrows raised.
"Could you...  would you...  first, before I do anything, would you guys do
it a little?  Just so I could see how to do it?  I mean, I've never really
seen people do it before."

   "Dear child.  You are so wise to have avoided all the porns floating
about on the internet.  That stuff is just ruining the country.  Of course
we'll show you.  Right, Tom?"

   Mr.  Decker had a little coughing spell at that point.  Apparently
something was going around.

   "I just thought..." Candy said.  "I just thought maybe we could lay
there, on the top?" She indicated the cover of the hot tub, laying behind
Mrs.  Decker, angled up to almost shoulder height.

   "That is a very good idea, dear." Mrs.  Decker said, and lay back on it,
wiggling around a bit to get comfortable.  Her pale ass hung slightly over
the edge, almost in the water.

   "Tom!" Mrs.  Decker spoke with complete authority.  "Prepare your
penis!"

   Mr.  Decker shook his head, and glanced down at Candy.  I hope he's not
peeved at me, she thought.  How the hell could be be, though.  She'd
basically gotten him a fuck.  A nice teen-age fuck.  Well, she'd gotten
herself a fuck, but he was gona benefit from it, too.  She wanted to giggle
so bad she couldn't hardly stand it.  She looked at Victoria.  Victoria had
now placed her face straight down in the water, up to ears.  Her shoulders
were shaking.

   Mr.  Decker stood, and casually ran his hands up and down his long,
beautiful penis.  Candy reached out and took over, shoving his hands aside.
She jacked him, loving the feel of his long, hardening cock.  He had such a
beautiful one.  I have you now, my pretty, she thought.  And your little
dog, too.

   When he was sufficiently hard, he stepped forward, and Mrs.  Decker
spread her legs.  She has a hell of a hairy snatch, Candy thought. 
Somebody loan that woman a razor.  Old school.

   "Okay, dear, pay attention.  You will, of course, soon be laying here
instead of myself.  Spread your legs, and prepare yourself to feel the
invasive organ intrude upon your womanhood.  It will feel very pleasurable,
although, since it is your first time, you will feel a slight pain as your
hymen is ruptured.  We will ask Tom to be especially slow and gentle during
that first push inwards.  And I ask that you not be alarmed if there is a
slight amount of blood."

   The woman's voice droned on and on.  God, thought Candy, she can make
this boring?  She can even make sex boring?  Jeezus.  Pick it up.  Cut to
the chase.  Lord.

   "Mrs.  Decker." Candy interrupted.  "I had a gyno exam once and they
said I don't have a hymen.  Gymnastics class already popped it."

   "I see, I see.  Well, that will make it much easier and less painful for
you.  And no unsightly bloody streaks.  Where was I?"

   Blah, blah, blah Candy thought.  Jeezus.  Let's hope is worth suffering
through this shit.  She glanced at Victoria, who finally seemed to have
gotten herself under control.  She was even watching, with some interest,
as her father, under instruction from her mother, fitted his hard and
fabulous cock into Mrs.  Decker's vagina.  That's not a pussy, or a cunt,
Candy told herself.  That's a vagina.

   "Tom, push in, and give me a few strokes.  All the way in, dear."

   Tom dutifully slid his penis deep into his wife's body.  Mrs.  Decker
shivered and twitched.

   "Oh, goodness." She said.  "That does feel spectacular.  You are simply
wonderful, dear.  I am so lucky."

   He pumped a few more times.  Candy watched, trying to look fascinated
and absorbed.  She was, kind of.

   "Does it hurt at all?" She asked Mrs.  Decker.

   "Not a single bit, dear.  You must not fear pain, though.  Sometimes we
must suffer small amounts of pain, when the reward is great.  Tom is a very
skillful lover.  The reward will be great, with him, I promise you."

   "Good," Said Candy.  "That's what I want, something great."

   "Oh, child.  This will be great." Mrs.  Decker shooed her husband away,
and slid herself down off the cover.

   "Are you ready, my dear?  Do you feel ready?"

   "I don't know...  I guess...  I'm just nervous..."

   "Well, don't be.  Tom and I are going to take good care of you."

   Candy turned and sat on the cover, and slid herself up until she could
feel her butt hanging over the edge.  She lay back, and spread her legs as
wide as she could.  She saw Mr.  Deckers eyebrows raise as he admired her
young cunt.  She knew he was seeing a cute one.  And so smooth and silky,
after that hairy mess he'd just been in...

   "I guess I'm ready.  Mrs.  Decker, would you please hold my hand?"

   Mrs.  Decker seized Candy's right hand and clasped it to her bosom.

   "Have no fear, child.  You are in our capable and caring hands!"





   Mr.  Decker was a fine fuck, Candy realized quickly.  He did his dick
justice.  His dick was hard, unwavering.  His strokes were smooth, deep...
and damn, he just had style.  Or something.  He had gently pushed into her
the first time, taking a minute or more to fill her completely.  Mrs. 
Decker had directed him like a conductor plays an orchestra.  She wondered
if he actually thought this was her first time.  Candy had moaned and
groaned as he began to slowly pump her, some of it pretend, but much of it
real.  She felt, way too quickly, the familiar tightening in the backs of
her legs that told her she was going to have an orgasm.

   "Oh, stop for a minute, please." She said, and Mrs.  Decker motioned for
her husband to stop.

   "When I have a...  what is it called?  An orginasm?"

   "Orgasm, dear.  When you climax, it's called an orgasm."

   "Yes, that.  When I have an orgasm, can we keep going so I can have two
or three or however many?  Just so it's extra special and I can remember it
forever?"

   "Oh, of course, what a good idea.  Yes, Tom, when she climaxes, just
keep going.  We'll give her as many as she can take!  She'll remember this
forever!"

   That's the fucking truth, Candy thought.  Jeezus.  She nodded, and Mrs.
Decker motioned for Tom to begin pumping.  He did, gently at first, then
pounding more insistently.  When his wife turned and reached for her mocha,
he winked at Candy, slowly and deliberately, like she had done to him.  She
stifled a giggle, and relaxed.  Her tits bounced forward and backwards as
he pounded her.  He reached down and steadied them for her, holding them
gently, pinching her hard nipples.  He was a good fuck.  Lord.  He was a
good fuck.  Remember this forever?  Shit.  That was for goddam sure.

   Victoria finally came and stood on her other side, and grasped her other
hand.

   "Are you okay, darling?" Victoria asked.

   "Yes, very." Said Candy.  "I feel full.  I feel...  very pleasurable."

   "Good, good." Said Mrs.  Decker and Victoria, at the sames time.  Candy
smiled up at Mr.  Decker.  He was very sweet to put up with all this shit,
she thought.  She felt a little sorry for him, imagining what life must be
like with Mrs.  Decker.  She was glad she was able to do this for him, as
well as herself.  She knew that no matter what, he was probably enjoying
himself.





   The first orgasm almost caught her by surprise.  She jerked and
twitched, and came, feeling the long slow explosion start in her cunt and
spread outwards.  Her legs twitched and her head pounded on the tub cover
beneath her.

   "Oh, goodness." She said.  "Oh my goodness.  Heavens!  Shit!  Oh,
sorry..."

   Mrs.  Decker nodded curtly.  "That's okay dear.  Just run with it.  You
are a woman, now.  I am so glad we were able to do this."

   "Me too," Said Candy, snuffling and hiccuping.  Mr.  Decker pounded
away, never slowing or even changing his rhythm.  Give me three more
minutes, she thought, and number two will be here.  Victoria squeezed her
hand.





   Candy had totally lost count.  She remembered the other night, when
Dawnielle had made her cum those countless times.  She was just about as
exhausted.  She felt sorry for poor Mr.  Decker, bad enough that she
finally just waved her hands, and said, "Stop."

   "Are you okay, dear?" Mrs.  Decker said.  Candy thought even she looked
a little haggard.

   "I think that's enough." Candy said.  "I'm starting to get a little sore
down there."

   "Well, darling, you did wonderful.  You truly are a big girl now.  And
Tom, you did a wonderful thing for this girl, you should be proud."

   "Yes, I am." Said Mr.  Decker, smiling down at Candy.  He gently pulled
his penis out of her body, giving her one last shiver.  She sat up kissed
him, a nice long kiss, right on the lips.  She'll give me that, Candy
thought, the mood she's in right now?  She'll give me that, too.

   She kissed Mrs.  Decker also, feeling some gratitude to the woman for
being willing to share, open marriage or not.

   The four of them settled back into the hot tub, and Candy felt like she
was melting.  She always felt like that after an orgasm.  Jeezus.  And
she'd had a shitload of them today.

   Mrs.  Decker had to still talk about it a while, and Candy tried to tell
the woman what she thought she wanted to hear.  Candy had enjoyed it
immensely, she didn't have to fake that part.  And, she'd remember it
forever, that was a sure thing, too.

   Candy glanced at Victoria, who looked kind of sad.  As Candy watched, a
huge fat tear left the corner of Victoria's eye, and streaked down her
face. Mrs.  Decker saw Candy watching Victoria, and glanced at her also.

   "Oh, darling." She said, taking Victoria in her arms.  "What's the
matter?  Are you feeling left out?"

   "Mom...  dad..." Victoria hiccuped, honest-to-goodness tears streaking
down her cheeks.  "I wanna feel that great too!  I wanna have orginasms
too!"





   Later, as they lay in bed in each other arms, Candy asked Victoria if
she'd really been crying.

   "Hell yeah." Said Victoria.  "I did what I always do, when I need to
cry. I thought about Mr.  Sniffles."

   "Who the hell is Mr.  Sniffles?" Candy asked.

   "My kitten that died, when I was little.  It's the saddest thing ever.
It always makes me cry." Victoria said.  Shit, thought Candy, I need
something like that.  She knew how powerful tears were.  It had even worked
on her, until Victoria had winked at her as Mr.  and Mrs.  Decker argued
the virtues of him fucking their daughter.  Mrs.  Decker finally won, since
he hadn't put up that much of a fight, and finally Mr.  Decker slid his
pecker into his third cunt of the day.  His own daughter's cunt.

   Candy, in spite of just coming down from a half dozen or so orgasms, had
another small one as she watched the man fuck his own daughter.  And
Victoria came, again and again.  Jeezus.  There had been no mention of
hymens or blood or anything with her, although he did take the first stroke
slow, like he had with Candy...  but Jeezus, after that he just fucked the
shit out of her.  Like he had Candy.  Candy wondered if he would fuck the
shit out of his wife, tonight.  And, he'd got to cum inside Victoria,
unlike Candy.  He'd cum hard, gasping and groaning, his knees buckling,
squirting a gallon of goo deep into the girl.  She was amazed he had it in
him.  He truly was a beast.

   "Victoria.  Your dad fucked you." Candy said, savoring the feel of the
words, feeling the raw, sensual power in them.  She wished for a moment she
had a dad, so he could fuck her.  Uncle Mike is good enough, though, she
told herself.  And he does fuck me.  He has before, and he will again.  I
do so solemnly swear, on a stack of necronomicons.

   Victoria giggled.  "My dad fucked me.  How cool is that?" She said.

   "Pretty goddam fucking cool." Said Candy.  "And your mom made him do
it."

   "Yeah.  Thanks, Candy.  That was good idea you had."

   "Yeah.  It was.  It was."





   That Wednesday, Mr.  Hardy cashed in his fuck.  Candy knew he wouldn't
be able to save it that long.  She slid out of her skirt and blouse, and
took her bra and panties both off, glorying in being naked, even in the
cramped little office.  She started to lay on his desk, but he motioned her
to crawl up on it, instead.

   "Darling.  I wanna lick your asshole first."

   Ah, okay.  She crawled up and dropped her chest to the desk, sticking
her ass in the air.  She felt his hands on her ass as he spread her cheeks
apart, and then felt his tongue on her holiest of holies.  God, she loved
having her ass eaten out.  She loved the symbolism of it, the raw power of
it.  And the sensations of it.  It tickled, in a good way.  It just felt
damn sexy, to feel a tongue on her asshole.  She knew he wouldn't be able
to resist sticking his tongue in it.  No one could, not even the girls
could when they ate her ass out.  Holes must be probed, for some reason. 
It's instinctive or something, she thought.

   Mr.  Hardy was no exception.  In just a minute he'd curled his tongue
up, and was driving it deep into her asshole, past her sphincter.  She knew
she tasted good, she'd tasted her own asshole just last night, on her
finger.  She liked the taste of assholes for some reason.  They tasted like
sex to her, like raw sex.  They smelled and tasted like sex.

   She closed her eyes, and wondered what Dalton was doing.  And Victoria,
and Joycelyn.  Joycelyn was going to start work at the Taco Factory next
Monday, that will be fun, she thought.  Poor Mr.  Hardy.

   She had no idea how much time had gone by.  Mr.  Hardy was now licking
down near her cunt, as best he could.  She liked to feel his tongue on her
perineum, and she knew it tasted good, a lot like asshole.  She thought of
Dawnielle, and wondered when she'd get to meet the girl again.  Soon, she
hoped.

   Mr.  Hardy was finally ready.  Candy painstakingly turned herself over
and his desk, trying not to fall in the floor.  She spread her legs wide,
and he leaned down for a few minutes, and licked her little clit until she
came, shivering and shaking, moaning and groaning.  God I love to cum, she
thought.  Nothing is better.  Nothing is more fun.

   He finally was done screwing around, and pushed his hard cock into her
body.  I'm just a fucktoy, she thought, to this man, who thinks he loves
me, and actually might, right now I'm just a fucktoy.  Of course, that was
all she'd let herself be, to him.  And I don't mind, she thought.  So what.
I'll be a fucktoy.

   She sighed, and yawned.  Mr.  Hardy pounded away.  She felt another
orgasm start, deep inside her.  She straightened her legs out, and rested
her feet on a shelf behind him.  This beats the hell out of making tacos,
she thought.  This one's a freebie, because he's paying for my pills, but
at least I'm still on the clock.  I'm getting a dollar over minimum wage
just to fuck.  Mr.  Hardy had given her a dollar raise last Friday, damn. I
am his favorite, she thought.  Of course I'm his fucking favorite, I'm
fucking him.  Well, she thought that Louise was fucking him too by now, but
she didn't figure Louise got a raise.  And Louise didn't spend near the
time locked in his office that Candy did.

   He finally came, spraying cum deep inside her body, sighing and moaning
himself.  He almost lay on top of her, his eyes closed, his body relaxed,
until she giggled and pushed at him.  He crawled off her, and put his cock
back in his pants, shaking his head.

   "Candy, Candy, my dear sweet Candy.  How glad I am you work for me,
sweet Candy."

   She giggled.  "Mr.  Hardy, how many of your girls have you fucked, over
the years?"

   He paused, his eyes rolling up as he calculated.  "Probably...  and this
is just an educated guess.  Probably sixteen or seventeen."

   "Goddam." Candy was surprised.  That was a lot.  "And you've never... 
had problems because of it?"

   "Oh, hell." He said.  "Almost every one.  You, dear Candy, have been the
most trouble-free of them all.  And you've been the longest, probably. 
That's part of why I love you so much."

   "Really." That was interesting.  "Problems like what?"

   "Jealousy, greed, blackmail attempts, false claims of pregnancy, angry
parents...  all kinds of problems..."

   She giggled.  "And yet, you still try.  You still do the things you do."

   "I am a weak man, Candy.  I cannot resist the charms of young ladies. 
And you, my dear, are the most charming of them all.  Can you imagine how
lonely and sad my life would be if you wouldn't have come along?"

   "Hah hah, Mr.  Hardy.  You would have found another, if it wasn't me."

   "Maybe, but she wouldn't have been as sweet and special as you.  Candy.
I love you, dear.  I really love you.  You make me wish I was twenty years
younger.  I love you so much it hurts, sometimes."

   Crazily enough, she felt a tear in the corner of her eye, and she gave
him a quick hug, and kissed him before she darted back out into the shop.
Shit, she thought, I was just curious.  I didn't mean to start a fucking
tearfest.





   That Friday night Dalton got his mother's car, again.  They headed out
of town, and drove almost twenty miles, down to Ragsdale.  They ate at a
drive-in, and then Dalton headed back out of town.

   "Candy.  I want to show you something very cool.  My dad used to take me
here, years ago.  He knew the rancher that owned the place.  That guy has
since died, but I think his son owns the place now.  We'll go by there, and
make sure it's okay to visit the cave.  The spring."

   "Another cave?  Is this like Love Cave?"

   "No, nothing like it.  I'm not gonna tell you, I want to surprise you."

   They drove far out into the hills, and turned onto a dirt road.  A
dilapidated farmhouse sat near the road, and Dalton pulled into the
driveway.  Almost immediately, before they could get out of the car, a man
exited the house, carrying a shotgun.

   "Oh, shit." Said Dalton.  The man approached.  He didn't look angry or
anything, but a shotgun always looks a little threatening.

   "Kin I halp yew?" The man said, loosely holding the gun.

   "Mr.  Amberhoff?" Dalton said, and Candy was proud that his voice wasn't
shaking or anything.

   "Yes, yes I ahm." The man said, looking less threatening already.

   "Mr.  Amberhoff, you probably don't remember me, but I am Robert Weir's
son.  I came here with my father several times, many years ago."

   "Yes, I remembar yew!" The man said, extending his hand.  Well, good,
thought Candy, we're old friends, now.  That's always better than getting
an assfull of buckshot.  "Son, yore daddy was a verah good friend, of mine
and my pappy's.  I ahm sorry that he's got troubles raht now.  But, many
years ago, he solved a big problem fore us.  He made somebody...  go away,
somebody troublesome.  Ah owe him big time.  Yew are always welcome on mah
land, son."

   "Mr.  Amberhoff, sir, I had hoped to show my girlfriend the spring in
the mountain.  I promise we won't take very long, or mess anything up."

   "Of course, of course.  Jest go raht on up thar."

   The man leaned his shotgun on the fence, and drew a large ring of keys
from his pocket.  He pulled a key from the ring, and handed it over.

   "We have tuh keep it locked now, because of the kids from town.  Just
make shore yew lock it, when you leave.  And, son...  whenever ah go in the
spring, Ah take the lock with me, just so nobody can use it tuh lock me in
thar...  understand?  If ah don't come out when yew leave, jest put the key
in the mailbox."

   "Yes, sir.  Thank you." Dalton put the key in his shirt pocket, and they
drove out.

   "Jeezus.  That was scarey for a minute." Said Dalton, and Candy giggled.
"Anyway.  Candy...  what he said?  My dad killed a man for him once.  For
him and his father.  That's what he meant.  He didn't say it, but that's
what he meant."

   "Jeezus." Candy breathed.  "Did he go to jail?"

   "Not for that.  He's been to jail for shit, but nobody ever found out
about that one."

   "Jeezus."

   He drove down a dirt road behind the man's house, and into the hills. 
Ten minutes later they drove up to a large stone escarpment.  He parked the
car, and pointed to a rusted iron door in the side of the mountain.

   "That's it.  Just like I remembered."

   They approached, and Dylan unlocked the old padlock with the key.  He
put the padlock in his pants pocket like Mr.  Amberhoff had advised.  He
opened the huge door, with a screetch of dry, rusted hinges.

   "Well, shit." Dalton said, and went back to the car, and returned with a
flashlight.  And, oddly, what looked like a towel.  He flicked the
flashlight on, and they entered the cave.  Candy was nervous, but instantly
entranced once they were inside.  Everywhere, on the walls and the ceiling,
and even the floor in places, were millions of quartz formations.  Lumpy,
pointed and sharp looking.  The light from the flashlight glistened and
reflected into a million points of light.  It was enchanting.  The
underground room was huge, and echoes from their voices and footsteps
seemed to take minutes to die away.

   "Dalton!" Candy said, hearing her voice come back to her in a thousand
echoes.  "It's beautiful!"

   He led her further into the cave.  "It gets better."

   After a few hundred feet, they came out into a wide room that was full
of water.  An underground lake, literally.  Dalton's flashlight would
barely reach up to the ceiling, much less the end of the room.  Candy could
imagine it going on and on, around the world.  She was captivated by the
sheer beauty of the place.

   They stood on the shallow shore, and looked out over the placid water.
Hundreds of drops of water dripped from the ceiling, disturbing the water
below.  It was breathtaking.

   "Candy.  It's cold.  But we have to go in.  Just so we can say we did.
Come on." Dalton began to take his clothes off.  Candy watched for a
moment, bemused, then slowly began to undress.

   He was right.  Jeezus, the water was cold.  The bottom fell off rapidly,
and when it hit her stomach she couldn't breathe.  Dalton held the
flashlight high, over his head.  Quartz formations far over their heads
glistened and sparkled.  Candy could hear the water dripping all around
them.  Dalton finally returned to the shore, and turned out the flashlight,
laying it down.

   The darkness was almost absolute, except for a tiny speck of light from
the door, hundreds of feet away.  It was getting dark outside, anyway. 
Dalton found Candy, and clasped her in his arms.  He felt nice and warm. 
She was freezing, but the atmosphere, the spell of the place was incredible
to her.  The magic was powerful.  She stood, waist deep in freezing water,
and hugged Dalton to her naked body.  She reached down and touched his
shrunken penis, laughing at him.

   "Candy.  It's damn cold in here.  He doesn't want to come out and play."
Dalton said, embarrassed.  Candy understood.  It was fucking cold.

   "Dalton.  Do people...  drink this?  Are we swimming in somebody's
drinking water?" She asked

   "No, I don't think so.  Only his cows.  It's just a reservoir, from an
underground spring.

   They finally went back to the shore.

   "Shit" Said Dalton.  Candy could hear him slapping around on the rocks.

   "What?" She said, wanting the towel, just to wrap up in.

   "I can't find the flashlight." Said Dalton.  After a few minutes he
located it.  Candy was shivering pretty good by then, but he gave her the
towel and she dried off.  She dried him off, and then found a flat spot on
the shore.  She laid the towel out, and sat in the middle of it.

   "Dalton.  This is a special place.  A place of earth power, of earth
magic.  We have to make love, to take some of it with us.  Can you wake him
up now?" She couldn't bring herself to say "fuck" in the cave.  She almost
felt like she was in church or something.  The place seemed sacred to her,
holy.

   "I think so, since we're out of the water.  Actually, you could wake him
up quicker."

   She giggled.  She knew what he meant.  He turned the flashlight off,
standing before her, and in the darkness she took his flaccid penis in her
mouth.  Mr.  Penis began to awaken at last.  Good, she thought.

   He finally laid down on top of her.  God, she thought, warmth, at last.
He felt good on her.

   "Dalton.  Remember this." She whispered.  "Remember this moment.  This
is magic.  We will have good times, and bad.  But always remember this
moment.  And the magic."

   He nodded.  She couldn't see it, but she felt it.  She felt his breath
in her face.  "Candy." He simply said, whispering.  "I love you."

   "I love you, darling."

   He slid into her body with practiced ease, They were getting good at it,
she thought.  She heard the drips of water all around her, and she heard
the echoes of the drips.  Incredible.  She was in love with the place.  She
wanted to live here, under ground...  under a mountain.  I wanna be a
hobbit, she thought.  Or a leprechaun.  Even a fucking troll.  Born on a
mountain, raised in a cave...

   She finally felt warm.  Dalton felt good inside her...  She knew this
was going to be a good cum...  she gave a little moan, and the slight echo
of it caused her to giggle.  The giggle echoed louder, and when she laughed
the sound cascaded all around them.  When she came the echoes and sounds
were incredible, but strangely, not funny.  It felt, or it sounded,
profound to her.  Deep.  Almost spiritual.  After they had dressed and
walked back through the silent cave to the door, Candy turned, and Dalton
shined the flashlight on the quartz formations one last time.  So
beautiful, she thought, so beautiful.  No matter how crappy life gets,
whether things go right or wrong, there will always be something beautiful
here, locked in this cave, behind an iron door.  Always.





   They spent the night in Dalton's bedroom, curled up together on his
couch.  His mom was asleep on the living room couch, an empty bottle on the
floor beside her.  She didn't bother them.  Candy awoke to find Dalton's
face just inches from hers, watching her sleep.  She laughed and kissed
him, and got up to wash her face.

   "We need to go to Wal-mart today, and buy me a toothbrush for your
house." She said, and he nodded.

   "Candy.  This morning, let's go by the Chop Shop.  I hear they're
hiring, and they'll hire underage."

   "Okay." She mumbled, wondering if there was anything to eat in the
house.

   There wasn't.  They had a biscuit for breakfast at Hadee's, and then
they drove to the Chop Shop.  They went in the back, in the shop, and
Dalton talked to the man for a while.  Candy went back outside, and stood
in the warm sunlight, drawing energy from it like a sunflower.

   When they got back in the car, Dalton laughed.  "That man was way more
interested in you than me.  You should go to work there."

   "In that dirty place?  Shee-it.  How do you know he was interested in
me?"

   "He asked me questions about you.  And he never took his eyes off you."

   "Maybe it'll help you get a job there." She said.





   At lunch they went to the Taco Factory.  Candy waved to the weekend
crew, and Mr.  Hardy invited them back to his office.  Candy sat on
Dalton's lap and talked to Mr.  Hardy about business.

   "I'm fixing to make Candy my afternoon slash evening manager." Mr. 
Hardy announced.  That was news to Candy.  She giggled.

   "Candy is a very good manager." Said Mr.  Hardy.  "She'll keep everybody
in line.  And she's very good at...  juggling things...  handling
things..."

   She eyed Mr.  Hardy.  She almost thought he was trying to say something
naughty, there.  He just looked innocent, though.  She let him get by with
it.





   They drove out to the lake.  Early afternoon, though.  Once again, no
one was there.  Finally, Dalton dropped her off at her house, and left. 
She took a long nap, and finally walked over to Victoria's.  They sat in
the hot tub.

   "What are you doing tonight?" Asked Candy.

   "Herb and I are going to Fairview, to the dance marathon.  Wanna go?"

   "I dunno.  I think I'll stay home and try to seduce my uncle."

   Victoria giggled.

   "Candy." She said.  "You have never told me the truth about your Uncle
Mike.  And because you've stopped talking about it, I think that you've
done it with him.  I'm sure of it.  You don't have to tell me, but I'm sure
of it."

   "Vic.  You're right, of course.  Yes, we've done it.  Twice now.  And it
was beautiful, everything I'd hoped for.  But he made me promise never to
tell anyone."

   "How's that going?" Victoria giggled.

   "Great, until this moment." Candy giggled back.  "I could tell the other
day you knew, though."

   "Girl.  You are good at getting what you want."

   "Yeah.  Yeah."





   Candy's mom was gone for the weekend, again.  Uncle Mike took her to the
Bird Shack for dinner, and then they curled up on the couch.  By the time
ten o'clock rolled around she was on his lap, giggling and picking at him.
She called her mom, and talked for a few minutes.  All was well.  She
texted Dalton, and told him goodnight, and that she'd see him tomorrow.

   Uncle Mike finally stretched, and got up.  He stood in front of her, and
reached down for her.  She turned the TV off, and let him pull her up.  He
held her tight, her face on his shoulder.  He smelled good.  She felt
happy, contented just to be held by him.

   "Come on." He said.  "Let's take a shower, and go to bed."

   Candy smiled.  She knew what he meant.  She knew exactly where she was
going to sleep that night.  In who's arms.  Not that a whole lot of
sleeping was gonna be done, she told herself.  This was gonna be fun, she
purred to herself.  This was gonna be fun.


   

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