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Scott Gets Some Candy

By: hells_belle



Surrounded by their friends, their eyes locked together. For a split second, all they saw was each other. He saw her golden hair shining in the moonlight framing her fair skinned face. She saw his strong jaw line and mysterious smile gazing in her direction. The reverie came to a screeching halt when she also noticed his wife next to him, smiling and chatting away with their friends. 

Candace slowly turned and walked away. She smiled to herself because she knew it wouldn't be long until she was finally alone with Scott. She only hoped it would be soon. She was aching with desire, she wanted him more than anything else in the world. Candace longed to feel his soft skin against hers, to feel his heart beat quicken, to feel his hands caress her all over.

Amidst the slew of people, Candace found a few good friends sitting around a table talking about something pointless. Politics most likely, not her strong suit, but not her weakest either. She set her beer down and partook of the conversation. There were several girls she didn't know sitting at the table and assumed they were more of Scott's friends, since they were at his house after all. Candace strained to hear their conversation as one girl leaned to another and whispered "That's her, she's the one he's been cheating on Savannah with."

Candace froze after hearing that. Did everyone really know? How did they figure out is was her? They had always been so discrete when they got together, all except maybe one time when they had a lapse in judgment and decided to be exhibitionists at the beach. Candace quickly excused herself from the table and headed towards the rest room. Her cheeks were burning red and she only hoped no one had noticed her embarrassment. The door was locked, someone was obviously trying to make her suffer without escape from the vicious females and their rumor filled mouths. The light clicked off and the door swung open. There stood Scott.

Her heart leaped into her throat, she wanted to grab him and wrestle him into the bathroom, she didn't care who was looking. "I need you soon, baby," she whispered into his ear as he started to walk by her.

Quietly he replied, "Don't worry, Candy, soon. Just give me some time to get rid of her then we can spend all night together. I need you just as bad as you need me." He turned and walked away.

Minutes felt like hours as she ached for him. No one else would ever compare to Scott, ever. He was her favorite release of all time, somehow he always made her feel like she was on top of the world. One night with him and she would be smiling the rest of the week despite anything else. She milled around the party, trying to seem social. She grabbed another beer from the makeshift bar he had setup in the kitchen, she would need it if she ran into Savannah again. The uptight lawyer looked like she would be as fun in bed as a box of rocks, she never did understand why Scott would marry such a woman. Candace found herself outside again, standing in a circle with Scott and Savannah. The conversation was boring, but she took the opportunity the minute Savannah walked back into the house to grab a drink. Making sure no one could see, Candace reached down and grabbed Scott's package. She smiled that coy little smile of hers as she felt him stiffen in her hand. He stared at her, wishing he could just throw her down on the bench and fuck her until she screamed. He knew neither of them felt like waiting much longer for their release, and he was desperately trying to find a reason for them to wander off alone together.

Then Savannah gave them the perfect opportunity. "Scott, dear, can you go run to the store and pick up some more cranberry juice, we're all out and you know how much I like my cranberry and vodkas," she said to him. He nodded to her and plucked his keys out of his pants pocket.

"I need to go pick up a pack of cigarettes, mind if I ride with you?" Candace asked him as she grinned a big stupid smile.

"No problem, hop in," he said and gestured to his truck. He pressed the unlock button and instantly, they both hopped in. She barely waited until they had pulled around the corner before she undid his zipper and had hold of his beautiful cock. "Oh fuck baby, I've missed you!" he moaned as Candace began to lick around the head of his cock and stroke his shaft with her free hand.

She looked up at him, the head of his penis still in her mouth. He loved that sight, he loved the lust filled look in her eye when she would look up at him like that. She quickened the pace and soon he almost forgot where he was supposed to be driving too. "Ease up, Candy, or we're never gonna make it to the store!" he said. Candy sat back up and pouted.

"But I've been waiting all night for you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to watch that mink pelt wearing bitch sling her arm around you like you're her latest pool boy?" Candace said slightly angrily.

"She's my wife! What am I supposed to do?" he asked helplessly.

"I don't know, divorce her maybe? I'll never understand why you put a ring on that wench's finger to begin with."

"You know its not that simple. She's a damn good lawyer, and what am I? I'm a damn carpenter. I put cabinets in rich people's houses. Rich people like her!" he said in exasperation.

"I'm sorry baby, I know its rough for you. We'll get through this, and you know I'll be here for you ever step of the way," Candy said apologetically. "So what store are we going to for the damn juice?" she asked.

"We aren't going to any damn store. You think its a coincidence that we ran out of something? Back of my truck there's two bottles of the stuff, I took 'em out of the house earlier knowing she would make me leave to go get more."

Candace began to laugh. "Damn, you're almost as devious as I am!" she exclaimed and pretended to hit him in the arm.

"The question is more like, What dark place are we going to go park at and have some fun?" he said. He glanced over at her, seeing the lust in her eyes he quickly scanned out ahead for an empty parking lot or something of the sort. His hand reached over and slid down her skirt. He always loved when she wore skirts or shorts, always easier access for him, especially while he was trying to drive with one hand and please her with the other.

Immediately his fingers found her clit and slowly started circling the small bundle of nerves. A sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her back against the seat. "Please babe, find somewhere to park," she begged. Her eyes half closed and those pretty red lips of hers slightly parted. 

Up ahead he saw the parking lot for an old warehouse that was closed down. He turned off the main road and down the feeder road until he got to the lot. He found the most secluded area with a few trees near it for coverage and threw the truck into park.

It was a race to disrobe the fastest, and she definitely won. She climbed quickly into the back seat of the vehicle, knowing they didn't have a minute to waste. She knew they had to be back within a reasonably timely fashion or the suspicions would be confirmed- everyone would know she was the tramp sleeping with the married man.

Slowly he started sucking on her nipple, the metal barbell clicked against his teeth as he played with it. She was already moaning and twisting around in the back of the truck. "I need you now baby!" she moaned into his ear. "Please, take me. Anyway you want, just take me!"

He sat down in the seat and pulled her on top of him. She eased herself down into his waiting shaft. Her pussy lips glistening with moisture, slowly parted to allow him inside of her. She went all the way down to the hilt before stopping to catch her breath. Scott always made her seem so full, sometimes it took a minute for her to get used to him again. He let out a long moan and she ground her hips down on his.

"You feel so good, baby. I can't believe we waited this long," she whispered to him. She began to move back and forth on his cock, just the way he liked it. His hand reached up from her hips and started to play with her clit. The stimulation was too much for her and immediately she started to buck her hips up and down, desperately trying to cum. Her ass cheeks slapped against his legs and she bounced faster and faster, gasping for air as she got closer. His other hand was now pinching her tiny little pierced nipples, gently tugging on them, twisting them, trying to help her get off.

The first orgasm flooded through her body. She moaned loudly and scratched him lightly down his chest. Instantly, he grabbed her by the back of the hair, pulled her off of him, and forced her to swing around so she was now kneeling on the seat and he was kneeling behind her. Her cute little ass was now in front of him as she continued to moan and writhe from her first orgasm. He reached down and stuck a finger in her to get it wet. Quickly he rammed his cock back inside of her and took his glistening wet finger and held it to the ring of her asshole. She gasped and stopped for a second.

"I won't do it if you don't want me to, baby" he said to her. He kept a light pressure against her hole and continued to plunge his dick in and out of her tight pussy. 

"Its okay baby, do whatever you want. You know I'll like it," she said back while she struggled to get her breath. She wished they had all night to be together, but they had a half hour at best. At least until his wife went to sleep, then there might be some time for round two.

He stuck his index finger inside her ass. It squeezed his finger tightly and he wasn't sure if he would be able to resist fucking her tight little asshole. He saw her hand reach up and start playing with her clit. The need to cum was overtaking her, if he had a shot at the backdoor, now was the time. He eased back until the head of his cock was all the way out of her. She stopped and looked back to see what was wrong. "Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle," he said as he lined the head of his dick up with the opening of her asshole. He slowly started to ease into her, being very careful not to hurt her.

She whimpered slightly but when asked if he should stop, she violently shook her head no. "Its a good pain?" he asked her, she shook her head 'yes'. He took hold of her hips and began pumping in and out of her. She continued to play with her clit, trying to cum again before he did. He grabbed her hair and twisted it around his fist. "You like it, bitch? You like my cock in your ass?" he hissed at her. It always made her wild when he talked like that in bed.

"I- love- your- cock- in- my- ass," she gasped in between thrusts. He yanked her head back so he could look into her eyes. As soon as he did so, her body began to shake violently with the surge of her next orgasm. She planned on riding this one out for a while, knowing it might be her last for a long time. He slowly let out a guttural moan, she could tell he was close. She loved when they would both cum at the same time, nothing pleased her more.

"Tell me its mine," he demanded. "Tell me who this beautiful ass belongs to," he whispered into her ear as he smacked her ass. She moaned loudly in response to the sudden assault on her pale flesh. "That wasn't an answer, tell me this all belongs to me," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine all the way to the now stinging flesh of her ass

"It's yours, Scott, all yours, I am yours," she moaned as he continued thrusting. Her fingers on her clit had stopped, her hypersensitivity was kicking in and doing the work for her. Scott took his fingertips and dragged them down her back, from her shoulders to her ass, then grabbed her hips tightly and began thrusting faster. "Oh fuck, baby! Oh God yeah!" she gasped as he fucked her ass harder than he ever had before. The pain was almost unbearable, except that the pleasure it was bringing her was far too great for her to make him stop.

Still inside of her tight little asshole, he gently grabbed her shoulders, slowed down the pace and lifted her upright so her back was pressed tightly against his chest. She could feel his lungs heaving and his whole body began to stiffen, she knew it wasn't much longer. His agile fingers massaged her breasts and caressed her stomach and pussy. Then she felt her own muscles start to tense as another orgasm was above to come crashing through her body. 

He began to moan deeply, the moans she knew meant the grand finale was coming soon. "You want me to cum in your ass?" he asked her. She shook her head no. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked. Again she shook her head no, while silently smiling to herself. She knew what would put both of them over the edge.

"I want you to cum all over me, baby." She felt so delightfully dirty after she had said it.

As he was about to blow his load, he slipped his cock out of her ass and immediately began spraying his milky white cum all over her beautiful skin. Feeling the hot sticky liquid all over her back finally put her over the edge and she began to shake, her knees went weak, and she let out several sighs of pleasure. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and instantly hit her g-spot to help her ride this one as long as possible, he knew she deserved it.

Eventually, she collapsed on the back seat of his truck with that dumb smile on her face as he slowly wiped the semen off her back with a spare t-shirt he had in the back of the vehicle. He brushed her hair aside and leaned down to kiss her neck, pausing for a second to nibble at her fair skin a little.

She looked up at him and smiled. Her face was glowing with adoration for her "friend", the one who was always there when she needed him. She sat back up and leaned on his chest as he held one arm around her. The corner of her mouth perked up a bit and a tiny mischievous grin came to her face. She put her head in his lap and ever so gently began to lick and suck away any evidence of their escapade. His eyes immediately closed and his head tilted back as he catalogued this image in his head to remember forever. His beautiful sex kitten, cleaning up their mess.

Their night was quickly dampened when they looked at the clock in the front of the truck, "Shit, we should have been back twenty minutes ago," he said. Although she knew they had risked a lot by the chances of being caught, she knew it was worth it for both of them. They slowly found their clothing scattered all over the place and managed to get redressed and head down the road. Candy reached into her purse to grab a cigarette. 

"Is it okay if I smoke in here tonight?" she asked him, knowing he had just quit less than a year ago.

"Shit baby, after that, light me up one too!" he exclaimed.

She laughed and pretended to lecture him as she lit a marlboro and handed it to him. "I guess I won't tell your wife about you picking up the cancer sticks again," she said jokingly.

"I guess you won't." His cocky grin make her furrow her eyebrows in hopes of convincing him that she was mad he had called her bluff.

The two rode back to his house, all the while praying like hell everyone else was too drunk to notice the length of their absence.

As they pulled into the driveway she glanced at him then looked out the window into the night. "You know we're gonna get caught sometime, right?" she hesitantly asked

"Let's just hope its not tonight," he replied. She looked over at him, his confidence seemed shaky at that moment, they both knew that their whole worlds could come crashing down at any moment. "Let's not think about that right now, babe. Let's just enjoy our secret and whatever happens, happens."

Scott regained his confidence, reached into the back and grabbed a grocery bag with cranberry juice in it, and got out of the truck. Candy lingered for a moment, having fleeting thoughts of how wonderful it would be to finally bring their relationship out in the open. Quickly she shook her head at the thought. Afterall, half the thrill was knowing they could get caught.

Scott Gets Some Candy Ch. 02



All the guests for the evening were finally starting to make their way back to their respective vehicles. Savannah had just announced that she was going to bed, then had instructed Scott to make sure the place was cleaned up. "I don't want to wake up to a mess," she told him. Candy sat in the dark corner of the living room, twirling a lock of air between her fingers while hoping to stay unnoticed in the shadows. She listened intently to Scott and Savannah talking in the doorway of their bedroom. Then she heard the door click as it closed and within a minute she heard water running in the bathroom.

The last inebriated guest finally bid farewell and stumbled out to a waiting taxi cab. She breathed a sigh of relief, she had practically been a ghost since their return from the "store". She had heard the girls gossiping, apparently their absence hadn't been overlooked by the gossip hungry loners, desperate to have a one-up on someone else. 

Scott walked past her and winked ever so slightly, not wanting to alert Savannah to his lingering guest by talking. He went into the kitchen and loaded beer cups and martini glasses into the dishwasher, mumbling under his breath something about being a blue collar slave. He milled around in the kitchen, trying to make sure the house would be up to his wife's standards when she awoke.

Candy took this opportunity to begin losing pieces of clothing. She shucked her shoes off instantly. Then her jacket went second, neatly folded next to her on a chair. If Savannah woke up, she wanted to make it somewhat believable that she had just decided to sleep there rather than brave the long drive home after a night of drinking. Next came her jeans, neatly folded on top of the jacket. She stretched her slender legs out and revealed a small tattoo on her thigh, one that most weren't aware of, except of course for her "friend" who was cleaning in the other room. She decided to keep her knee high stockings on for the time being, Scott always found them sexy, and that was her goal, after all.

Last, she took off the satin top that had clung so beautifully to her voluptuous tits. She heard the water running in the kitchen and it reminded her of the stream of juices that flowed from her cunt. She laid sideways on the couch and squeezed her legs together to put pressure on her aching clit while she waited. Her skin tingled slightly from the cool evening air flowing in the open window and her pretty pink nipples got hard when the metal in them felt the chill. She was tired of waiting, tired of having to sneak around, but she knew he was definitely worth the wait. No one she had ever been with could fuck her like Scott could. The endless orgasms, the shear stamina he possessed, it was enough to make her head spin just thinking about it.

Slowly she reached one finger down and inside her panties towards her aching clit. Gently, she began making circular motions around the tender button of nerves. A sigh escaped her lips as she did this and caught Scott's attention. He walked into the living room from the kitchen and whispered in her ear, "Starting without me, are ya?" then gently bit her earlobe. She just nodded yes and continued to tease herself. "Want some help there, or you just gonna take care of yourself tonight?" he whispered jokingly.

"You already know the answer to that one, baby," she whispered back to him. "But you get done what you need to get done, I'm just keeping myself occupied until you're ready," she said and blew him a kiss.

"Almost done, just gotta throw some towels and stuff in the washroom." Scott turned and headed back towards the soft light of the hallway. Candy was ready for him to be finished with his house chores and to come service her instead, but she knew everything had to be in order so as not to raise any red flags. She heard the water begin to run in the washer and thought of the vibrations the machine would soon be producing, but it was too close to the bedroom, too close to being discovered.

The metallic click of the lid let her know that Scott would be back in the room in just a moment, she closed her eyes and licked her lips. She could almost feel him inside her already, it had only been a few hours since their last romp. But it was never enough for her, she was insatiable. Her drive for him was almost overpowering in her everyday life, at work she would catch herself imagining his magnificent body between her legs. Sometimes at home by herself she would wake up in a flash of heat and realize she had orgasmed just from her dreams about him.

She felt his soft lips on hers as he leaned down over her. She passionately returned his kiss, letting their tongues mingle together for a few seconds before he broke the kiss. "So how do you want it?" he asked her.

"Anyway you want to give it to me. I need you so bad," she replied softly. Her hands reached up to grab around his waist and try to pull him on top of her.

"I don't think it's safe in here, she didn't drink enough and these walls are too thin to hide our voices once we get at it, ya know?" he said.

"Well then where do you propose we go?"

"I know it's a little chilly outside, but what if I promise to keep you warm?" he asked.

"Backyard?" she stated but came out as a question.

"Sounds good to me, let's go!" Scott said as he lifted her up off the couch with little effort. He could already tell she was ready to go, and had been for quite some time. He carried her quietly out the back door and onto the patio, then sat her down on the cushioned chaise lounge farthest away from the house. All she had left on her body was the delicate panties and thigh highs she hadn't abandoned inside the house. He sat down in front of her on the lounge chair and admired her beauty in the pale moonlight that filtered through the tree branches over top of them. Her blue eyes seemed almost like lights of their own in the semidarkness that engulfed the two lovers.

Snapped from their trance by the carnal stirrings in both of them, Candy began to trace her fingertips down his chest until she reached the bottom of his shirt. Then slowly, she grabbed onto it and pulled it up over his head. The rush of cool air against his skin made little goose bumps appear on his flesh as she eyed his naked torso. "I don't think this is fair," she whispered.

"And why's that?" he asked her.

"Because you still have more clothing on than me." With that response, he stood slowly and unlatched his belt. She scooted to the edge of the chair and unbuttoned his khakis. Grabbing hold of the zipper and pulling it slowly down, she could feel the pressure of his throbbing cock waiting to escape against the tan material. She hooked her fingers into the top of his pants and in one swift motion, brought his pants to the ground as his cock sprang free of its captivity. 

Not wasting a moment, she took him gently into her mouth and slowly began moving back and forth until she had built up a good rhythm. She heard his soft moans above her as he thoroughly enjoyed the treatment he was getting. It was more relaxed than earlier in the evening when time was of the essence. They could both enjoy it even more now that they had the rest of the evening in each other's company.

She reached one hand up to cradle his balls while she continued to pick up speed with her mouth. She could feel every heartbeat between them as she bobbed on his engorged penis. By this time, her pussy was aching for attention, so with her free hand, she began to tease her clit again. He noticed what she was doing and wanted to help her out, so he withdrew suddenly from her mouth and sat down beside her on the lounge again. She gave a fake pouty smile when he did so, but was inwardly pleased that she was going to finally have his touch on her again.

Gently he began to stroke the skin on the inside of her thighs sending chills right up her spine. He got to her lacy panties and slowly slid them off until he could see what he was after. Her cunt was like a beautiful flower in full bloom just waiting to be touched by a loving hand. His hands played all around her most sensitive area but without actually touching it. He wanted to take his time with her, to get caught in the moment with her instead of feeling rushed.

Earlier in the day, they had just plain fucked, but now he wanted to enjoy every bit and piece of her; he wanted to make love to her until they were both spent. After agonizing minutes of teasing her fair skin, he finally touched the outer lips of her pussy and a shock wave went through her. She immediately tried to move herself closer to his fingertips, she wanted to feel him inside of her as soon as she could. He sensed her urgency, he could tell she needed him, just as he needed her. 

Without warning, he plunged his index finger into her dripping wet cunt. She stifled a scream of pleasure, not wanting to wake the neighbors. Her moans were deep and passionate as her hips bucked against his hand. "Like that, do you?" he playfully asked.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby. God, I want you so fucking bad!" she whimpered. Sensing her impending orgasm, he inserted another finger into her tight little pussy. It was already too much for her and her first orgasm ripped through her body. He felt her become even wetter as her muscles clamped down around his fingers, he knew she was enjoying herself at least. Her hips continued to rock gently into his hand for another minute until she had finally come down from her orgasmic high. "Oh baby, that felt so good," she cooed to him.

"Did it now? I couldn't tell," he said with a wink. She giggled lightly then looked longingly into his eyes. He lowered his head down towards her chest and gently took her left nipple into his mouth. Slowly at first, he sucked on it until she began moaning in pleasure, then he gently bit her tender flesh. She gasped a quick breath in, then bit her own lip to keep from getting any louder. Moving his attention to the other side of her chest, he twirled his tongue across her right nipple before taking it into his mouth and biting harder this time. Her moans became more guttural, more animal-like, and more intense. 

He was beginning to feel like he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer if she continued to express her enjoyment so vocally. "You want this dick?" he asked her softly.

She only nodded yes. He dipped his fingers into the sweet juice flowing from her pussy then rubbed it onto his hard shaft. He gently lifted her legs until she was folded almost in half and her knees were by her head. He always loved her flexibility and ability to adapt to any position. Slowly, he entered her and felt her soft flesh wrap around him like a warm, wet glove. She drew in a deep breath and tried to push herself farther onto him, but he was going in slowly, painstakingly slow. She then realized why he had put her into the position he had, because it meant he could control how fast, how hard, and how deep. 

She loved submitting to him, but she also loved to ride him until he finally unloaded inside of her. To her, he was being a tease. She was so desperate for him, she didn't want to be slow and steady. She reached out and attempted to throw him off balance slightly and sink farther inside of her, but instead it had the opposite effect. He realized what his little minx was up to, and instead grabbed her wrists and held them tightly above her head so she no longer had any way to overpower him. This only turned her on more. She began to whimper as he slowly slid in and out of her tight hole.

"Fuck me, baby, please," she begged him. 

"Calm down, Candy. We don't have to rush, we can enjoy it this time even more 'cuz we have until the sun comes up."

"But I want you now, I don't wanna wait, I've been waiting all night, baby," she pouted at him. She tried to wiggle her hips back and forth.

He pulled out in a long, slow stroke and paused for a minute. It was torturing Candy to go so slow when she was this wound up. He knew she would go off like a rocket if he gave her the opportunity. The thought of her during another nerve tingling orgasm made his cock grow even harder, and with that thought, he slammed his pelvis towards her. In a split second, he had filled her up and damn near split her in half. He proceeded to pump rapidly in an out of her soaking wet hole and she desperately clawed at his skin.

His moans were deep and guttural as he roughly fucked her, keeping her immobile with legs doubled over her torso. "You like this? You like me fucking you?" he hissed at her. All she could do was nod in his direction. He reached down and smacked her left ass check, eliciting a louder moan from her. 

"H-arder, h-arder, h-arder," she began to whimper in choppy breaths. She was close to another huge orgasm and she wanted to desperately to cum on his throbbing cock. 

"How hard do I need to fuck you? Huh?" he asked sharply. He then reached down and grabbed her left breast with his muscular hands, carefully pinching her erect nipple between his middle and index fingers. He continued to pound away at her now sloppily wet snatch and his balls slapped violently against her asshole. "Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked and twisted the nipple slightly. 

Candy couldn't respond with anything other than a slight whimper, her pussy spasmed and her walls began to contract quickly, squeezing Scott's cock hard enough to almost hurt him. She turned her head to the side to muffle her screams as an earth shattering orgasm racked through her body. 

Scott wanted so badly to let loose into her welcoming fuck-hole, but he knew it wasn't time yet. He wanted to fully enjoy his time with her, and give her something to really remember about tonight. He slowed down, both to allow her recovery as well as to avoid the imminent climax for him as well. As she recovered her breath and her screams turned into small moans, Scott leaned down and passionately kissed her bright red lips. She melted into him as he gently moved her legs from their current position back in line with the rest of her body. She instinctually wrapped her toned legs around his waist and squeezed him in closer to her. 

"That was amazing, baby," she whispered into his ear. Her fingers lingered down towards his chest, gently swiping across his nipples very briefly. He resumed their kiss, he didn't have words to describe the feelings he had. There was a mixture of admiration, of lust, and of something else he couldn't quite put a finger on. He wanted to just wrap her in his arms and hold her as he slowly made love to her. He gave her a peck on the cheek then slowly pulled away from her. Putting his emotions aside, he pulled her to her feet. Placing his hands on her hips, he gently guided her to the railing at the far end of the patio.

She automatically gripped the railing and stuck her beautifully round ass out towards him. He playfully slapped her exposed ass causing her to moan and wiggle slightly back and forth. He felt his cock throbbing again as she grabbed it in his hand tightly and rubbed the head across her puckered asshole. Involuntarily, she began to shiver and gyrate her hips against his cock. She wanted to feel him inside of her again, she wanted him to pump her full of his seed. 

Sensing her urgency, he pushed towards her tight pussy. Gently spreading her lips with his fingertips, he slowly began to fill her up again. Her moans were louder and louder as each inch went into her, her breathing was becoming raspy and her legs felt slightly weak. 

He smacked her ass cheek again, this time with slightly more force than before. This really set Candy off, and as Scott started to pump in and out of her, she met every thrust with an equal amount of pressure. "Oh yessss baby! Right there, fuck me, ohhhh yeah!" she cried out into the crisp night air. Scott reached to her front and grabbed both breasts, feeling her taught nipples in his palms. He caressed her tender flesh as each slow stroke continued in and out in a fluid motion. 

By now her pussy juice was dripping down her inner thighs towards her stockings and onto his tightened ball sac. His chest pressed up against her back, her midsection pressed against the railing now as her arms had given up, he slowly fucked her, trying hard not to climax yet. He kissed the back of her neck and nibbled her earlobe. He felt the cool metal of her jewelry on the tip of his tongue and it reminded him of the cool breeze that floated through the night air. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer and wanted to make sure that she enjoyed herself on this passionate evening. 

He began to quicken their pace, moving faster and faster in and out of her hot little cunt. She reacted to his sudden increase of pace and thrust her ass back towards him with more force than before. Her moans increased in volume until she was panting and begging him for more. She wanted to feel his raw power inside of her, she wanted to feel every inch of him tearing her apart. "Fuck me, baby, come on, fuck me!" she moaned with her head turned slightly to the side to try to face him. He plunged deep into her and brought his mouth as close to hers as he could without throwing off the balance. They kissed briefly before he started plowing her, causing her to gasp for air. 

His hands found their way back to her round ass cheeks and he grabbed as much flesh as he could into his hands. In this process, his thumb found its way towards her rosebud asshole. He put pressure on the sensitive hole and found Candy to be receptive despite their acts earlier on in the evening. He carefully worked his thumb into her ass without slowing his assault on her pussy. Feeling his thumb inside of her set her over the edge and Candy was soon writhing around violently on his cock.

"Cum for me, baby! Fill me up, please, please!" Candy gasped of him in between thrusts. That was all it took for Scott, as he felt Candy's walls contract around his stiff cock, he let loose. First one, then two, then countless pumps of semen went straight inside of her. Her body was convulsing and his legs felt like jello. She collapsed forward and put all her weight into the railing of the porch as Scott hugged her closely, still wilting inside of her. 

"That was amazing, thank you," Candy whispered.

"You don't have to thank me, you know the feeling is mutual," he replied. He slowly eased them towards the lounge chair to catch their breath and relax. He lay back into the chair as she laid her head on his chest. Gently he kissed the top of her head as she looked up at him with a satisfied smile. He thought he saw something else in her eyes, but he couldn't be certain.



Scott Gets Some Candy Ch. 03



It had been some time since Candy had seen her lover. The last night they were together, she realized that she was truly starting to feel something between them. It was impossible to shake the feeling that she was falling completely in love with a married man. After she had gone home that night, her sex still filled with his juices, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt that she had let things get this far. He was a married man, he obviously loved his wife, whether he could admit it or not, and she was just a home wrecker for getting in the middle of that. She had stopped e-mailing him, stopped texting him, and stopped replying to anything he had sent her. She figured it was better this way, just to let him think that she had moved on to greener (unmarried) pastures.

Scott had been beside himself for weeks after his last night with Candy. He knew he was starting to fall for her but he didn't know what she thought about it. She always seemed more interested in the thrill of getting caught than actually wanting to tell his wife and destroy his marriage to be with her. He knew something was wrong though, when after four weeks she hadn't replied to anything he had sent her. Perhaps he had said the wrong thing. Perhaps she had just decided it wasn't fun to sneak around anymore. He wasn't sure, but he kept hoping that one day he would see her again and at least be able to tell her goodbye, and thank her for all the wonderful memories they had. He probably would never have the nerve to tell her how he truly felt about her though, especially knowing that she could just give him up in the drop of a hat.

In the weeks after her last meeting with Scott, Candy had decided to pick up some more healthy habits than sex. She had spent lots of time at the rec center swimming pool, swimming lap after lap, timing herself and pushing her body to the limit. The result of this was a firmer, more toned body that she felt truly exemplified how she felt about herself inside. She wasn't a slave to sex anymore. She still spent time with herself, in the middle of the afternoons usually, vibrator in hand, some sort of generic porn on the computer screen. At first her masturbation sessions were very tame, typical guy on girl porn, small vibrator, sometimes a medium sized dildo. 

As time went on, about six weeks after she had last seen Scott, she started to crave something different. She had to find a way to make up for the lack of human contact by making the contact with herself more extreme. She wanted to feel pushed to the limit, stretched wide open, left gaping after she was done. One lazy afternoon, she went surfing the internet and found a sizable, but not obscene, dildo for an affordable price. Why the hell not? she figured and placed the order after reading some positive reviews. 

Four days later, a brown box was on her porch courtesy of her somewhat cute UPS man. She prayed as she crept to the door that there wasn't some ridiculously obvious name on the return address, she didn't need her neighborhood delivery man to know she was desperate enough to buy sex toys online to fuck herself silly. She opened the front door, and to her joy the writing on the box was simple, the only name on the return address was "shipping department". 

She breathed a sigh of relief and closed the front door tightly and flipped the lock. Her curiosity was peaked, she wanted to see this thing in real life. She pealed the tape off the box and opened it like a child on Christmas morning. Removing the plastic shipping bubbles, she found another box inside with a picture of her new toy on the outside. She opened that box, and finally saw her prize. It was bigger than the internet had made it seem was her first reaction. It was the length she was expecting, but the girth, it was much larger than any penis she had seen in real life. She felt a pang of sadness as she remembered how full Scott always had made her feel.

But this was a new leaf, this was his replacement. This was her turn to depend only on herself for pleasure instead of being at someone else's mercy. She couldn't wait to try it out, she hadn't felt satisfied with her personal time in a few weeks and knew that this would be the cure to her problem. She quickly washed it in her bathroom sink and allowed a few minutes for it to air dry before she brought the large pink rubber cock and her laptop into her bedroom. Now to find something to stimulate the mind, she thought. She always thought it was strange how some women could masturbate only to thoughts in their minds, Candy loved the visual stimulation that was online porn. It made her want to try new things and taught her moves she had never seen before. In fact, online porn was probably the catalyst for her purchase.

She thought about double penetration, but that much cock seemed unnecessary to her. And she wasn't really in the mood to think about cocks, she just wanted the fake one inside of her. So she settled for lesbian porn, with two girls going at each other with sizable dildos in the thumbnail picture. She clicked on it and waited for her video to buffer while she found her lube and began drizzling it onto the pink penis in anticipation of the tight fit. Then she grabbed her small vibrator just to get started and held it to her clit. She trembled deliciously as soon as she turned it on, and the girls onscreen began opening each other up for the camera. Candy really wasn't into the lesbian lifestyle, but she could appreciate sexuality in many forms, and she did find the vagina quite enticing at times.

The girls onscreen continued to moan, as did Candy with her small vibe. Time to spice this up a bit, she thought. She put the vibe down on her bed, but didn't turn it off, sometimes in the throws of an orgasm, it really kicked things up to hold it on her clit for just a few seconds, a few times she had even been able to squirt. That wasn't her goal today, but an earth shattering orgasm was.

She touched the tip of the large dick to her opening which was already slick with juices. She began to insert the first inch into her. She wasn't really in the mood for going all slow and sensual, she knew it was just her and the plastic, there was no romance, nor did she want to pretend there was. One inch in, then came the fun part, the width. She knew she wanted to ride this thing, so she dabbed some more lube around her pussy lips and onto the dildo, then pushed another inch inside. It felt amazing, her muscles were relaxing and accepting this large intrusion quite gracefully so far. 

The girls onscreen were now slowly working dildos in and out of each other, their pussies making slurping sounds while they did so. Candy decided to make the process move faster as she turned the screen to face the edge of the bed, then got up and moved to the wooden chair where she usually kept her clothing for the following day. She used the hard wood of the chair to brace the dildo against her, and with her own body weight, began pushing it inside of her. The feel of stretching got more and more intense, she could already feel her pussy quivering, and she knew if she wanted to really feel this thing to its full potential, she needed to stuff herself with it was soon as possible.

She reached and grabbed the vibe off her bed and held it harshly onto her clit with one hand. With her free hand, she spread her pussy lips wider to allow for less friction and the rubber dick made its way inside of her. The pulsing vibrations on her clit made her want to sink down onto the dildo, and she rapidly impaled herself on its eight inches of glory and immense girth. Her ass hit the chair. She couldn't believe this huge thing was inside of her, widening her lonely hole, causing her cunt walls to convulse rapidly around it. 

It was then, in the throes of her orgasm, pussy clenching, vibrator humming, legs quivering, that she looked up at the screen. The lesbians had ditched their dildos and were doing something even more raunchy and fascinating. One girl had her arm sticking out of the other's snatch! Candy immediately began moaning and bucked her hips back and forth on her huge rubber penis even harder, pressing the vibe so tightly to her clit she thought she was about to burst. Instead, she felt herself release a stream of ejaculate onto the chair and floor below her. 

She continued to convulse on her pink friend for another minute or so, until she finally ran out of energy. That had been just the thing she needed to see. Her mind was ablaze with ideas, how could she accomplish that? She wanted to feel another person's fist completely inside of her, she wanted to have someone feel her completely from the inside. Then her heart sank, as soon as she realized she was envisioning Scott's hand inside her, his muscular arm being swallowed by her cunt at the wrist. 

Disheartened, she looked back up at the screen, which had now stopped moving, her muses had finished their fun and the screen was asking her if she wanted to replay or leave that page. She wanted neither, she simply wanted to be able to turn her mind off and think of someone or something other than him. Being the other girl wasn't something she could do forever, she reminded herself. Still certain she made the right decision, Candy decided it would be best to put the toys away and take an afternoon cat nap before a swim in the pool. Maybe something good would come to her in her dreams, she thought.

Scott, on the other hand, was trying to go about his life as normal. He tried to make love to his wife, but it had turned into a failure. She seemed uninterested in him, even while riding on top of his cock, she seemed to be thinking of something else. He figured she was thinking about work, or maybe if he was lucky, another man. At long last, she did a fairly good job of faking an orgasm (or so he figured), and he had rolled her off of him after a few grunts of his own. She fell asleep soon after and he found himself in a burning hot shower trying to forget about the woman he knew in his heart he loved. His wife was nothing compared to her, sure his wife was gorgeous, smart, funny, and social. But Candy was so much more, she emitted raw sexuality, she was warm and inviting, he could imagine her just laying in the sun doing nothing but enjoying the moment. His wife couldn't, or wouldn't do that. She was so absorbed in her work and vast networking events that she never stopped to smell the roses. If she wasn't working, at conference, or sleeping, then she was at the gym doing her cardio while watching the news. 

The hot water streamed down his back, over his ass and fell down around him. It felt good, it felt hot and passionate, a feeling that had been missing in the almost seven weeks since Candy had gone away. He remembered his last night with her vividly, each moment frozen in his brain in its purest form, her gasps, her moans, her sexy smile. He couldn't forget it, he didn't want to ever forget it. He needed release so badly, his hand had found its way to his cock and was gently stroking. He hadn't cum in what felt like forever, he tried to fuck his wife and enjoy it, but he just couldn't. He relished his solo afternoons, furiously beating his dick in front of the computer screen, wishing his beautiful mistress was there with him.

He knew he needed it badly tonight. Part of him was tempted to turn the water off, walk into his bedroom, and call Candy repeatedly until he got some sort of answer. But he knew that if she wanted to get ahold of him, she would have. He would just have to settle for his hand for now. He gradually quickened his pace and tightened his grip as he felt that familiar glowing feeling deep in his belly. He closed his eyes and an image of Candy bent over in front of him came into his mind. It was more than he could stand, ropes of cum began spurting from his cock and onto the shower wall. His legs went weak and he sat down on the floor of the shower. He wasn't sure what was going on, but as soon as he sat down, he pulled his knees to his chest and began to cry. He knew what he needed in his life, and he knew he would never again have it.



Scott Gets Some Candy Ch. 04



It had been two months now since Scott and Candy had last seen each other. For Scott, the first six weeks were the roughest, he was unhappy in his terrible marriage and he missed his lover so much it hurt. But then, he had an epiphany. If he was unhappy, why continue to do the same exact things that were making him unhappy? Why be married to a woman who used him as a convenient handyman rather than at least get back out and start meeting new people? So on week nine of being without his Candy, he filed for divorce. He wanted nothing out of it. He didn't care if she took the house, he had no attachments to it in the new life he wanted to create. His wife didn't seem too surprised, and upon receiving the papers, he could have sworn she had a genuine smile on her face that he hadn't seen in years. Maybe this could be good for the both of them.

Candy on the other hand, was slowly becoming more and more adventurous in her masturbation exploits. She was craving more and more, between her new obsession with fisting and her old love of exhibition, her summer was proving to be quite fun. Nothing too extreme, but she would go down to the beach late at night when few were around and bring herself off to an amazing orgasm, or two or three. She also found she no longer needed visual stimulation in order to get off as long as she had something else equally as interesting, like her entire hand, or a public place. 

One late evening, she was feeling more daring than usual. She thought she was healing quite well from her previous relationship, sure she still missed Scott, but he didn't dominate every single thought in her mind anymore, almost like she had been set free. She decided to test her resolve that night and made the conscious decision to go to the bay, only about two blocks from Scott's house. If she could be that close to him without being upset, then she knew was truly in recovery. 

She jumped in the car, her bag of tricks in the passenger seat next to her. Off she went to the bay, hoping that she wasn't making a terrible decision. Even with her apprehension of the evening, she was also excited to go there, she hadn't been back to this part of the bay in months, and she missed it. The air always felt charged with electricity down this way, or maybe she just electrified the air, she didn't know.

She found an inconspicuous place to park and quickly headed off to the beach, a towel and her bag in tow. She walked down the dune line to a nice secluded spot where she was certain no one would stumble directly upon her without her noticing them first. She laid out the towel, grabbed her lube and new favorite dildo. Quickly she busied herself with lubing her toy and plunging it in and out of her tight pussy. She was getting more used to the assault with larger toys and appendages, it didn't take her nearly the amount of work and shear force it originally had, and she could get off multiple times instead of just one and done. She was under her own spell and became oblivious to the world around her.

Scott was just finishing his packing. It had been a long day of cardboard and packing tape. His tow-behind trailer was almost full to the brim and his soon to be ex-wife was graciously making two rum and gingers for them. Since he had served her with papers, his life had become ridiculously simple. He was done fighting, and she being a lawyer, could appreciate a man who wanted a clean split. They were almost friendly again, actually laughing and sharing jokes together rather than pretending to be interested. He liked this new side of her, and liked knowing that he wasn't the only miserable person in the marriage. Perhaps his previous dependence on Candy wasn't as terrible as he thought, at least he had an outlet, his wife didn't, not that he knew of at least.

He took the drink from her and sat down on what were now solely "her" couches with her. He took a quick look around the room to see if he had missed anything. It all looked to be in perfect order, all of her things were in their places around the room, and all of his worldly possessions were sitting in a trailer outside. "You know, you can spend the night here, Scott," his ex-wife offered. "I know that you're probably tired, and I don't hate you or anything, I'm actually glad that things happened this way," she continued.

"I'm sorry that our marriage turned out this way, I never meant for us to split up and all this mess," Scott began to ramble.

"Scott, stop it. We both know we weren't happy. You had your girl on the side, and I had my job to occupy every extra second of my day. I don't blame you for doing what you did, I'm just glad you had the decency to never go public and humiliate me. From now on, I want us to be honest with each other, as friends, never anything more," she said earnestly.

"Thank you. That's what I want too," Scott said then gulped down the remainder of his drink. This conversation was getting to be too much for him, he needed some air. "I think I'm gonna walk for a few, clear my head. But I will accept the offer to sleep here, I don't think I'd be much good trying to move this stuff into the new place in the dark," he said.

"No problem, I'll leave the door open for you."

He was surprised it was this easy. She was being nice and kind to him, something he hadn't experienced in more than fleeting moments for a long time. He opened the front door and was greeted by a warm breeze off the bay. He couldn't wait to get down to the beach and jump into the water to wash the day's stresses away. He began a brisk jog down the road, paying no mind to his surroundings, his goal was the water, he didn't have the capacity to care about anything else.

He reached the dune line and kept going up and over onto the sandy beach. As he got down to the level sand, he realized instead of wallowing in misery, he should have been working out these last few months because his chest was already tight and his legs were fighting the sandy ground. He slowed his pace to a walk , there was no real hurry anyway, the beach wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He looked out over the beautiful moonlit bay and began to consider swimming. 

He saw the bridge-tunnel in the distance and laughed to himself at the thought of swimming that far; he would never make it in a million years. The soft breeze cooled his skin and he walked slowly down to water's edge. A strange sound caught his attention, at first he thought it was a seagull screeching around in search of food. He held deathly still for a moment and listened; it wasn't a seagull, it sounded almost human. 

Candy continued her ministrations after achieving her first orgasm fairly quickly using her pink dildo, she decided to take things up a notch and use her hand instead. She grabbed the tube of lube and generously coated her entire hand all the way to the wrist. After being certain there was plenty on there to have fun with, she grabbed her vibe and turned it on full blast. Placing it on her clit, she slowly began working all four fingers into her tight snatch. She wasn't into wasting time tonight, there was nothing romantic about what she was doing, she simply wanted to cum until her body had no fluids left.

After she was completely comfortable with the four fingers, she moved her thumb into the palm of her hand and stuck that in too. She felt a slight discomfort momentarily as her delicate skin became used to the added digit. She was moaning softly now, her voice squeaking out in between breaths. 

Scott was curious now, he didn't see anyone on the beach, but he knew there was someone else out there. He hoped they were okay since the noises he was hearing seemed somewhat strange, he couldn't tell if they were signaling some kind of distress or not. He walked back up towards the dunes, hoping to find the source of the sounds. It was growing louder and he reached the shadowed area just below the dunes. There in the dark recesses he thought he saw the figure of a person, perhaps a woman. 

Candy looked up just in time to see a male figure heading towards her. Oh shit, this is not going to be good, she thought to herself. But the thrill of being caught just heightened the sensation for her. Immediately she thought of how this would look to some innocent bystander, a random woman on the beach up to her wrist in her own cunt. The man had stopped dead in his tracks, probably analyzing what was happening in front of him, Candy figured.

Scott was floored. He could make out the facial features of this mystery woman but he was unsure as to the noises still. Then the woman moaned loudly and instantly, his heart skipped several beats, he knew who it was. It was Candy, he was sure of it, he should know better than anyone what she sounds like right before she comes. He had a serious decision to make, he could tell she had spotted him, but he knew she hadn't realized who he was yet. He could turn and run now and never look back, or he could kneel down beside her and help her with her "work", that is, if she'd let him.

Candy could feel the man's eyes on her, but couldn't see a thing, the moon was behind him, so all she had to go on was a silhouette. She wondered why he didn't leave her be, but being watched was a huge turn on for her, so she continued on without him, closing her eyes and falling back into a smooth rhythm of internally massaging her most erogenous area. She knew she was close, her hand was beginning to get sore from the contraction of the muscles around it and she could feel the intense throbbing in her clit. She repositioned the vibe and held it more firmly onto her clit so achieve the maximum stimulation.

Scott decided it was now or never. Maybe this random encounter was what he needed to finally say goodbye to her, to get over her. Here was the woman he loved spread legged on the beach in the middle of the night with her hand buried in her slit. The thought of how slutty she was acting made his cock throb inside his pants and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. He hedged his bets, the worst that could happen was rejection, but the prize was worth the risk.

Candy felt a pair of hands firmly plant on her thighs. She gasped at the surprising contact, but kept her eyes shut. She was enjoying herself, and this stranger obviously wanted to help her, she didn't want to be the one to stop that. She hadn't ever done anything like this before, but she had recently learned there was a first for everything, so she allowed the intrusion. The hands kneaded her flesh roughly, then she heard the lube bottle open and felt his hands move away from her skin. He was going to join her.

Scott could tell she still hadn't realized it was him, which worried him slightly because she was allowing a "stranger" to make sexual advances on her without question. But he didn't care, the aroma of her pussy was intoxicating, and the sloppy sounds her hand was making as it plunged in and out were enough to make him almost cum. He covered his right hand with the lube, then proceeded to grab her fisted hand by the wrist and coax it out of her. Candy's disappointment was obvious, she was so close to orgasm it was almost painful. She let out a long sigh, but as she did, she felt the man's hand begin poking into her stretched hole.

She could tell he had large hands, this would definitely be the largest her pussy had ever been stretched and the thought excited her. He didn't waste time, he could feel how loose she was with four fingers, so he added the thumb after only a few thrusts. Then, she became quite tight around his fingers. He was determined, he wanted to bring her to the most nerve tingling orgasm she had ever felt. He wanted to make her miss him, make her sorry for leaving him alone in the world.

He curled his fingers in towards his wrist as he pushed slowly forward opening her up to new depths that were previously unknown. Candy was almost screaming in pleasure by this time, she wanted his entire hand inside her at that very instant. She used her weight to push harder onto his hand, then felt a pop and knew he was fully inside. Scott was surprised by this sudden entry but didn't skip a beat. He started twisting his hand all around inside of her, pulling out slightly then pushing back in. He could feel every part of her insides, her walls, her g-spot, her cervix. 

Then he felt the convulsions start. A rhythmic wavelike contraction was rippling through her abused pussy and the blood felt like it was being squeezed out of his hand. He knew she was about to explode and began shaking his fist inside of her. Her muted screams turned into all-out wails, as she clutched her beautiful tits and twisted her nipples between her fingertips. 

It was then that Scott saw something completely jaw dropping. As her orgasm continued, a thin stream of fluid shot out from between her legs and sprayed onto the sand in front of them. She was squirting! Two bursts of the clear fluid made it out and Candy was gasping for breath. Her eyes were still closed, but in the throes of passion she wondered who this man was, who seemed to know exactly what she needed and was willing to provide it. She made a decision, she wanted to see his face, look in his eyes, maybe he was as lonely as her, or maybe he was some pervert walking the beach and fisting women. 

Candy opened her eyes and allowed them a second to adjust to the light level. Suddenly, her moans stopped abruptly, her breathing was halted, and her cunt muscles started to twist in an erratic pattern at her discovery. It was no stranger at all, there was Scott, wrist deep in her battered cunt. He had seen her eyes open and knew that this moment would probably be taking a turn very soon.

Her beautiful blue eyes were locked on his face. Scott dared not move, nor speak, for fear of upsetting this precarious balance. A decision had to be made, Candy's mind was racing. The man she had spent the last several weeks desperately trying to get over and forget was now between her legs and had just given her an incredible orgasm. Then the little devil inside of her suggested let him fuck you, that doesn't mean you have to see him again after tonight. And the decision was made.

Slowly, she drew in a breath. Scott was thinking about how to remove his hand in this awkward moment. Candy whispered to him, barely audible, "Fuck me."

He paused in surprise, had he just heard right? Did she really want him to fuck her? He decided he may as well give it a go, the worst that could happen is she throws him off of her. He wiggled his hand inside of her to see her response. She immediately closed her eyes and moaned loudly. With his other hand he reached forward and caressed her tender breast, kneading the fleshy skin in his palms. Slowly, he began to work his hand out of her rapidly constricting cunt. As he turned and twisted his wrist and unfolded his fingers, her moans grew louder and louder; she looked up with a pleading gaze in her eyes. She needed this and she needed it now.

As his fist withdrew from her, the skin around her pussy looked angry and red but very satisfied. She gaped open for just a second before the skin began to regain its elasticity. Scott didn't skip a beat, there was something so strangely erotic about her being wide open in front of him, he desperately wanted to fuck her right at that moment. He yanked his pants down, cock ready and waiting to go. There was no pretense, no waiting, he grabbed his stiff cock by the base and instantly shoved it inside of her. It felt different to him, it wasn't the same feeling as when they had fucked before, this was more desperate, more wanton, less premeditated and more victim of circumstance.

Her moans continued as Scott ravaged her insides. He leaned down from above her and clamped her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard as he continued to fuck her, hoping to give her another orgasm like he had just seen with his hand. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, the marked lack of sex in his life recently had simply made him a ticking time bomb. She met him at every thrust, as though she was just waiting to be pounded more and more. He knew he at least wanted her to cum one more time before he let go, before he might never see her again.

He reached down with his free hand between her legs and began to play with her clit, pinching and torturing as best he knew how. She shrieked at first, the intrusion was unexpected, but well enjoyed. He knew she wouldn't be much longer now, which was a godsend to Scott, because neither would he.

And all the sudden, it struck. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, her chest began to heave, and he knew, Candy was cumming. And so was he. He couldn't stop it, the stream of ropy cum just dove straight into her horny little cunt. Stream after stream went in, he almost wondered when it would stop. And finally, when he thought he might lose consciousness, it stopped. His dick quivered inside of her.

Candy had a decision to make now. And she knew what had to be done. "Thank you, sir. But I think you had better take your leave now," she said in the most obscure and confusing fashion he had ever heard her speak.

Dumbfounded, Scott withdrew from his favorite place in the world, and tugged up his pants with one grunt. He stopped to look at her, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Please, just go. Thank you, but you've done enough," she said softly. And with that, knowing he had been rejected again, used only as an object, he tugged up his pants and zipped the zipper. This was the end for him, his "one last time". He was grateful that he at least had this memory, but he was saddened that she still cared nothing for him.

As she watched Scott walk away, her heart hurt. She wanted so badly to cuddle next to the man she loved. She wanted to chase after him, a childish notion, that they would ever be together. 

"Toughen up," she muttered to herself. "The man put his hand in you. And that makes him what? Nothing. Just like you were to him," her internal dialogue went slowly into the night's air. 

But no matter how strong her convictions were in leaving this man behind, her emotions still took over, and she wept. Alone, vulnerable, in the middle of the night, her tears were her only company.