6 comments/ 180695 views/ 9 favorites Candace By: buzltyr I woke up this morning with a terrible headache and an upset stomach. I hoped I wasn't coming down with a bug. My car was in the shop so I was carpooling with the wife. She had come out of the bathroom wringing wet from the shower and had a towel wrapped around her waist. Admiring her still gorgeous body I couldn't help but to stare as she dropped the towel to begin dressing. Her ample bosom was still high on her chest with only a slight sag. She was only able to bore one child, an 18-year-old daughter that was now a senior in high school. The problems she had at birth caused a complete hysterectomy. My head still pounding I closed my eyes and whispered, "Honey, I've got a terrible migraine, would you call me in, please." Owning my own computer networking business I knew my able staff could handle me being gone. I started the business 19 years ago just before my wife, Carol and I were married. She worked diligently throughout my early tribulations and trials to keep the bills paid and food on the table. Now she didn't have to work but chose to keep active and not grow stir crazy after raising our daughter Candace. "Are you alright, Babe," concern in her voice. "Yeah, it's just this damn headache." She wrapped the towel around herself and made her way downstairs. I could barely make out her explaining to Sharon, my personal assistant that I would not be in. With that she was back upstairs. "Looks like your daughter just left for school. I figured her to be gone, there's a mess left on the kitchen table". I smirked to myself knowing that irked Carol to no end. Her liking was that everything to be neat, tidy, and organized. "Get dressed and I'll clean up the mess after I get rid of my headache." I threw my legs off the side of the bed and sat up. God, my head throbbed and as I stood I felt a little shaky, but I made my way into the bathroom for some aspirin. Taking two and a glass of water back into the bedroom I paused at the doorway. Carol had just bent over to put on her panties and I caught a brief glimpse of her pussy and ass before she stood up. I felt a twinge of excitement at her unintentional display and thought if my head was not hurting I would jump on that. Instead I took the aspirin and crawled back in bed. Carol finished dressing in a smart business suit ready to go sell more mansions. She was the top seller for Lang Realty and was now in a position where all she sold were million dollar plus estates. Most of her clients being well to do socialites that needed another vacationing spot. I never figured why she was so good at what she did but her commission checks were outrageous and I personally thought her only goal was to see how many zeroes she could see on one check. Hell, who was I kidding, the money was good and with my thriving business we hadn't done without in quite some time. Candace was a direct recipient to our good fortune as she always wore designer clothes and Carol even bought her a Mustang 5.0 for her sixteenth birthday. Spoiled yes, but she never flaunted to her friends or snubbed others that were less fortunate. Fully dressed Carol again made her way downstairs and was back in a few minutes with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. She leaned down kissed me and said, "I'm off Babe, I've got an eight o clock appointment with a Mr. Sanders. He's looking at a house in the foothills. 5500 square feet and two stories, the owners are asking for 4.5 million and I'm gonna hustle my buns for that one." "Good luck, Honey I'm confident you'll close. Who could resist a babe like you anyway?" "Thanks, Sweets I love you!" She was down the stairs before I could reply and I heard the door slam. I lay there for a few minutes and realizing that I had to pee I dragged myself up and made my way back into the bathroom. Standing there I thought, I wish I felt better I could sprawl on the bed and have a good yank. But instead I flushed the toilet washed my hands and made my way back to bed. I dozed off and was dreaming about some young nubile thing stripping for me when I awoke to the flitter and giggles of teenagers. I looked at the clock and noticed it was only ten AM. There was some banging around in the kitchen, the refrigerator door being open and closed and giggles. I recognized Candace's voice but was unable discern the other. My first thought was that Candace was skipping school, but naively I considered that maybe she has a short day. My second thought was she was unaware that I was home as she had left before I was even awake. I decided confrontation was not what I desired so I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. A few minutes later I heard them come up the stairs and head for Candace's bedroom. Their voices not having to be muted were loud enough that I could hear most of what they were saying. She obviously did not close her door. The voice not my daughter's spoke, "Brad took me to his Uncle's house and we made out. He stuck his tongue half way down my mouth. After the first kiss he asked my to suck his tongue in my mouth and I did!" A few gasps and Candace replied, "Wasn't that gross?" I was shocked and relived that Candace has little to no experience in kissing. I thought all high schoolers were kissing fiends. Just go to the mall and watch. It seems that is what they are made for. A reply from the unknown voice was even more shocking. "No, Can it was so good. Like I got all wet down there. Here let me show you." Ok now I perked up. Candace kissing another girl! No, no way. Yet it got awful silent and a few seconds later. "Well, what do you think?" Candace spoke softly, "Ok, I kind of liked it. But your tongue felt kind of funny." I sat up in bed my interest now piqued. Were my daughter and her friend just kissing? Was this going to lead to other things? More questions than answers ran through mind and all I knew is I had to find out what this was leading up to. I silently crawled out of bed and peeked my head out the door. The coast was clear so I stepped into the hallway. I froze as an audible gasp came from the partially closed door to Candace's bedroom. "Karen, what are you doing?" I heard Candace say. "You didn't like that? I didn't feel good when I touched your boob?" This came from Karen and I crept closer to her door. I tried to be as quiet as I could. I didn't want to get caught spying on the two teens but just the thought of my daughter getting felt up was mind boggling and I crept closer. "I didn't say that it didn't feel good," Candace whispered. "It's just weird you being a girl like me. I've never let any of my dates touch me." Aw my daughter was a virgin and I was somewhat relieved yet I yearned to see her being loved and I didn't care if it was male or female. Candace is short, 5'4" about 105 soaking wet and blonde. No the stereotypical blonde, no she was smart got good grades in school; but she didn't date much. Her excuse was the guys in her high school were immature hormone overloaded jerks that she had no time for. Yet when she did date she was always on time, never missed a curfew and I never needed to flip the light switch when her date walked her to the door. With her good looks and killer body I figured the boys would come sniffing around but I guess she made it clear that her home was off limits. Occasionally a boy would call and she would take the call in her room and spend some time talking but that never lead to anywhere because her weekend evenings were generally spent home or over a friends. I had made to the door and peered between the crack in the door and the door jamb and was a little disappointed because both girls were sitting on the bed a little separated and not saying anything. I was about to walk away when Karen spoke. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like to be kissed and felt up by somebody else? Don't you ever think of letting a boy stick his thing in you?" I held my breath waiting for Candace to answer. "Well, yeah, sure but those guys at school are jerks and they would blab all over the school." "I'm not necessarily talking just a boy. Have you ever thought of letting a girl touch you, Can?" Candace voice broke when she replied, "No, that's perverted." "No it isn't. Molly and I kissed and did other stuff last weekend when I was over her house and it felt good." "What other stuff?" Candace was just barely aware her voice was low and hoarse. "Well, we kissed with our mouths opened and she grabbed at my boobs and I let her. She asked if she could take off my tank top and I did it for her, she reached around and undid my bra and I took it off completely. She then felt my naked tits for awhile and I about came when she bent down and took my nipple in her mouth and started sucking. My pussy got real wet and I was so excited I decided that what ever she wanted to do was OK with me. Can, it felt so good." I looked over towards my daughter and noticed her little pencil eraser nipples were hard and were easily noticeable through the top she was wearing. Karen noticed too because I saw her staring at them. She licked her lips and whispered to Candace, "I'm wet now just talking about it." Karen leaned forward and touched her lips softly to Candace's and said, "Let me show you how good it feels to be loved." With that she reached behind my daughters head and brought it in to meet her lips and they again kissed. This time it was with abandoned passion, their mouths opened and I could see Karen sucking Candace's tongue in her mouth and they both moaned. Candace breath was almost taken away when Karen laid her hand on her breast and began caressing the mound and the tweaked her nipple. They both came up for air and breathlessly Karen spoke, "You are so hot, Can." Karen reached down and pulled Candace's top off and flung it across the room. I ogled my daughter's breasts encased in a silky beige bra almost the color of her skin. Her nipples were prominent and looked as if they ached to be released. Her body trembled, but I could not tell if it was from excitement or nervousness. Karen released the clasp on the front of Candace's bra and pushed the cups back. Her breasts being revealed I could see Candace blush and she tried to conceal her nakedness with her hands. Karen grabbed her wrists and said, "Your boobs are so cool...Don't cover them, I want to see them." Candace dropped her hands in her lap. Karen reached out and covered both breasts and squeezed lightly. This elicited a moan form Candace. Karen spread her fingers and captured the nipples between her fingers and rolled the points back and forth. She then leaned into Candace and lightly bit her lower lip. Her tongue barely touched my daughter's upper lip when Candace opened her mouth and Karen stuck her tongue in. I could see that Candace was sucking Karen's tongue and at that moment I noticed my cock getting hard. My sucking in great loads of air and my lips were dry. As their kissing was getting more and more passionate Karen dropped her hand in Candace's lap. She was lightly running her hands on Candace's thigh inching ever so closer to my daughter's pussy. A moan came from deep within Candace and I knew the sound. My daughter was turned on! I've heard that moan several times before from some of the women I has had sex with and if Candace was moaning like that I could almost bet her mons were soaked and she would probably let Karen free roam with her body. Of course this is what I hoped for. I could not tear my eyes off the scene that was so closely displayed in front of me. My cock was now raging and I reached down to adjust to a more comfortable position. When I grasped the shaft to move it, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up to the head and I knew that I was now not going to just adjust. I brought out of the fly in my pajamas and stroked lightly. Peering back in to the room I noticed that Karen had managed to cup the mound of Candace's sex. She was not moving her hand but seemed to be waiting for Candace to adjust to the idea that someone other than herself was touching her in a place that had been off limits to any one else. Even the boys she had dated never got any farther than caressing her young breasts through the clothes. She had admitted it to me one night after a date she had and her blouse was unusually wrinkled. Karen released the lip lock she had on Candace and immediately wrapped her lips around the nipple on Candace's left tit. The sudden sharp intake of air made me realize that she was not expecting this new onslaught but the breath was shortly followed by a sigh. A movement of hand caused me to gaze between my daughter's legs and it was obvious that Karen was now massaging Candace's pussy aggressively. Candace's hips were undulating and she looked as if she was trying to maneuver Karen's fingers to her clit. "Lay back, Can; I want to take your shorts off." Candace hesitated and said sheepishly, "I don't know Karen, this is so wrong. Girls shouldn't do these things to each other." Karen replied, "Oh Can you know it feels good, your pussy is soaked. I could feel it through all your clothes. I am so wet and you are so exciting I want to make you feel good. No one will know. I'll never tell anyone. Please?" I never heard a woman beg for sex but her words spurred my excitement on and I felt a drop of pre-cum drip from the end of my penis. Another formed right away and I slid my thumb up and spread it all over the head and shivered from the sensation. Candace made up her mind and hesitantly lay back her legs while not completely closed it was evident that Karen had not removed her hand. She bent down and suckled Candace's breast again but she removed her hand from between my daughter's legs and starting stroking her stomach just above the pant line. Her hand proceeded under the waistband and ran a finger over Candace's crack. Candace moaned and slightly spread her legs giving Karen ample room to delve deeper into my daughter's pussy. I could see the bulge of her hand as she was massaging deeper and deeper into the soaked crack. Karen quickly removed her hand and grasped Candace's waistband and whispered, "Lift up Can, so I can remove these." Candace lifted her hips and Karen pulled her shorts and panties off. I did not have a clear view of my daughter's lower body as Karen was between me and her. I could see that Candace had her eyes closed and she was trembling. Karen moved her body around until she was kneeling between Candace's legs and I almost lost all the air in my lungs as I got my first look at her pussy. I gasped almost too loud and immediately stepped back in case I was heard. I realized that I was safe as I heard Karen. "You like that Can, you are dripping." There was no response from Candace and I took the chance to peer back around the door. I almost lost it as the site that was presented to me. Karen was sprawled on her stomach with her head buried in Candace's box. I could hear the slurping and sucking that Karen was making as she sucked lovingly. Candace's hips were bucking up and writhing as she fucked the tongue that was deeply embedded in her. Her groans and squeaks were intensifying as she raced to an orgasm. She reached down and caressed Karen's head as if she was her long lost lover and wrapped her right leg around Karen's shoulder and with that I was lost with mixed emotions. The way Karen was acting was as if she was falling in love. The last thing I wanted was Karen to become total gay, but as my emotions were in turmoil I could not take my eyes away from the erotic scene before me. I noticed I was now stroking my cock more aggressively and was rapidly approaching my own orgasm as Karen reached up and tweaked Candace's nipples. Her left hand was blocked from my view but the movement made it obvious that she was finger fucking Candace. For the first time since Karen started sucking her pussy I heard Candace say, "Ooo...that feels so good. I never knew it was his good. Please don't stop Karen." Karen had no intention of stopping and I was shocked as Candace reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart so Karen could suck at her clit. And suck she did. I could hear hear the slurping clearly! "Oh, God Karen you're gonna make me cum." I was already close enough that I could have ejaculated then and there but I decided to slow down and wait for Candace so we could cum together. Karen's finger was fucking in and out of Candace much faster now and licking and sucking her pussy harder, her goal was to make Candace cum and she concerted her efforts to that as Candace moaned louder. "I'm there, I'm cumming!" Candace was gasping for air as she reached her peak. I pumped my shaft as I too reached my peak and I rapidly pulled off my PJ shirt so I could catch the sperm that was quickly racing up to blow out of the little hole. The first shot missed and landed on the door but I was lucky and caught the rest. I took one last look in on the girls and Karen was just rising up from between Candace's legs and I had an unobstructed view of her gaping pussy that glistened with her juices and Karen's saliva. I looked longingly for another minute and turned back to go to my room I sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated what I had just witnessed. I had just lain back on the bed when I heard as surprised gasp, "Oh God, Daddy I didn't know you were home." Candace "John, may I ask you a question?" I picked my head up from my desk to see the always welcome vision of Candace Bosch standing in my office doorway. Candace was an assistant buyer for women's dresses in the department store, undoubtedly the hottest of the hotties who worked in the main office. I was the distribution manager whose primary responsibility was to assure the many shipments coming in from all over the globe were received, processed, marked, and shipped to the individual store locations as quickly as possible. It was a high-pressure, fast-paced responsibility that I enjoyed for many reasons, not the least of which was that it put me in a position where many beautiful young women, whose quotas and bonuses were based on their merchandise sales volumes, relied on my ability to get their products on the shelves in the most expedient manner. While I strived to be professional at all times, I confess that over the five years or so that I have held this position that I had occasionally succumbed to a discreet, um, personal favor, to alter my judgment regarding which buyer's delivery might receive some priority treatment. I'm not proud of that revelation necessarily, and so for the last few years, I had been loyal to my girlfriend, Sherry, herself an assistant buyer in women's shoes. Sherry was a knockout, tall, lean and buxom, a splendid combination, but the lack of variety and innovation in our recent sexual escapades had made me contemplate straying. Candace would be high on my list of potential possibilities were I ever to regress from self-imposed monogamy, and for that reason, I almost went out of my way to keep the relationship between Candace and myself strictly professional. Indeed, I had almost been aloof to Candace, which went against my normal gregarious nature. Apparently, she had noticed, unaccustomed to a man not fawning over her at every opportunity. Hence, today's inquiry. As beautiful as Candace was, and her beauty could certainly not be questioned, she bore a resemblance to Molly Sims when Molly decided to dye her hair platinum blonde, she wasn't exactly the sharpest blade in the tool shed. I was used to at least daily visits by Candace as she struggled to organize her spreadsheets that each assistant buyer utilized to track their individual department's shipments. Most of the young assistants were recent college grads who were ambitious and aggressive piranhas on the fast-track to high-fashion buying careers. Candace was now in her tenth year as an assistant, virtually unheard of by someone still employed. The unsubstantiated yet widely believed rumor implied she was still retained as an employee solely because she moonlighted as an unofficial 'ambassador' at the chairman's many social events, the proverbial eye-candy. Oh, yes, and the rumor went on to imply that she was fucking the chairman's son, Bill Hearn, the senior VP of Operations, my direct boss. So, the risk-reward aspect of any dalliances with Candace held many potential consequences. I nodded pleasantly at Candace and smiled, trying hard as usual not to let my gaze lower noticeably to her delectable body, today's attire being a simple but tasteful sleeveless pink blouse and a pair of conservative white capri pants that held Candace's incredible ass, which I already looked forward to observing when she did leave the office. It was a daily highlight of my day. Little did I know that my anticipation of Candace's seemingly innocent question on this particular day would open the door to unforeseen opportunities. She glanced quickly over her shoulder to assure that no one else was approaching the office. "Why don't you ever hit on me?" This unexpected inquiry certainly got my undivided attention. Before I could gather my wits, Candace followed up with, "Have you ever thought about fucking me, John?" "Only about a thousand times," I thought. What I said, though, trying to be cute, was, "That's two questions, Candace." Candace remained still, unabashed, her lips pursed slightly, staring at me intently. "Well then, answer them, please." I swiveled away from my keyboard and let out a mighty sigh, which was really designed to buy a few extra seconds time before replying, as I was acutely aware of the gravity of my responses. I decided to try a diversion disguised as candor. "Candace, you're gorgeous, sensational, every guy wants you, you know that." She did not smile, instead she looked a bit confused, her lightly freckled button nose wrinkling slightly. "Well, then, why not you?" I squirmed in my seat, my brain sending messages to my tongue that my cock was intercepting as sheer bullshit. "Well, for one thing we work together." She folded her arms across her firm chest, my eyes riveted to that very location. "So do you and Sherry." I nodded meekly in consent. True enough. "And so did you and Donna Fishnets when you slept with her." I blushed, genuinely surprised that Candace knew about my brief liaisons with the coats' buyer named Donna Yocum, who garnered her nickname because of her almost daily affinity for wearing fishnet stockings. "Yeah, well, that was two years ago," I stammered, losing this cross-examination. Candace smiled at me in the same manner as a leering defense attorney breaking down a shabby alibi. "Fishnets said you were really fun in bed. Do you also want to know what Jamie Bobman said after you fucked her in the fire stairwell at that year's Christmas party?" "Abso-fucking-lutely, I do," I thought. "Not especially," I said softly. "She said you were a hot fuck." Realizing I was crumbling under the facts, I tried to switch gears. "Well, you and Bill are supposedly an item yourselves." "Not anymore. I gave my two weeks' notice yesterday. I'm going into a private enterprise venture that I anticipate will be very lucrative. It's called 'professional escorting'. Think I have the talent for such a career move?" She turned slowly on her heels so that I could absorb her wonderful body. My mind was reeling now. If this conversation were to be adjudicated by a boxing referee, I would be approaching a standing eight-count. For whatever reason, stupid, stubborn pride prohibited me from throwing in the towel, so I tried one last desperate jab. "Well, I go out with Sherry." I was weaving and bobbing now, reaching for the ropes. "That doesn't stop you from getting those weekly blow jobs from Terri Nottle in Human Resources. You wanna know what she says about you?" She didn't wait for my answer, sensing the fight would soon be mercifully stopped. It was true that cute, sweet little Terri in HR performed some oral hijinks on me occasionally when I had to bring my weekly payroll sheets up to her for review and confirmation. "Yep, Terri and I share a lot of info, which helped me negotiate a nice severance package in return for a confidentiality agreement when I told her the sordid details about Bill and myself. Anyway, she told me that you have a great cock, and that since Terri was married and I was now leaving the company, she suggested that maybe you and I share some mutual entertainment. So, you see, John, I've done my homework, you come with three solid references. Fun, a hot fuck, and a great cock. And now soon to be an ex-fellow employee." I sat there dumbfounded. "You're not as dumb as everyone seems to think, Candace," I thought to myself. "You're pretty damn smart, Candace," I said out loud. "And perhaps convincing, too." I was coming around to her way of thinking, but there was one last speedbump. "But, what about Sherry?" I was hoping Candace would have a plausible rebuttal for my weak argument. She did. Candace's pretty face contorted in disgust at Sherry's name. "I overheard that snooty bitch in the cafeteria this morning saying she was going to visit her sister in Avalon this weekend, starting tonight. Correct?" I again nodded in confirmation. I was looking forward to a rare free weekend, but Candace's next invitation instantly sealed my whereabouts for the next forty-eight hours. It was the carnal equivalent of surprise last-minute tickets to the Super Bowl. "I need a date to a swingers' party in Atlantic City tomorrow night." I'm not sure which rose higher in reaction to this sentence, my cock or my eyebrows. (Upon further review, it was my cock.) "And, I want to warm up tonight. My house, eight o'clock, six-fourteen Spruce Street. Laurie Timmons will be there with her boyfriend. She applauded my choice of partners, and she looks forward to playing in our foursome." My valiant attempt to remain nonplussed was betrayed by my gaping jaw. Laurie Timmons was a pretty, preppy brunette who would have looked right in place on the set of 'Little House on the Prairie', such was her conservative manner and attire. Who knew, who would have guessed? Laurie Timmons, a swinger? Candace continued, moving toward me slowly, licking her lips. "You're a golfer, right, John? Consider this hitting a bucket of balls tonight, yours. Then, we'll find all the many, many holes tomorrow. I've already booked the room at Caesars." She opened her mouth and gave me a slow, wet, warm, lingering kiss. My tongue met hers in response, and our bodies wedged together as I felt the heat in her loins as she rubbed against me and inhaled her flowery perfume. I stood on Candace's doorstep at precisely eight-oh-one that night and hesitated as I glanced down at my faded jeans and gray sports jacket before ringing the doorbell. Was this the proper attire for a swingers' party, I wondered. I mean, it's not like there's a manual for this type of thing on the Internet. (Yes, I checked.) Turns out it didn't matter if I wore a toga. Seconds after ringing the doorbell, Laurie Timmons greeted me and led me by the hand to Candace's small living room, where Candace was down on her knees, her miniskirt bunched up around her waist, sucking a tall man's cock. "Hi, I'm Kevin, Laurie's boyfriend," said the well endowed recipient of Candace's oral administrations, extending his hand. "I'm guessing that you're John?" A brief scan of my internal memory inventory confirmed that I had never shaken hands with a man who was having his cock sucked before. In five seconds, I was able to extend that to never before having shaken hands while having my own cock sucked, because in a flash, Laurie knelt next to Candace and began to extract my cock from its jeans-ensconced hiding place, and eagerly began bobbing her pony-tailed head as my cock quickly grew and just as quickly disappeared into the preppy woman's mouth. Candace brought her mouth away from Kevin's dick and acknowledged me for the first time, gazing at my cock entering and exiting Laurie's lips. "Mmmmm, you come as advertised, John, very nice dick. Jackpot. Isn't that nice, Laurie? Almost as thick as Kevin's but maybe even a bit longer, wow." Laurie gurgled her assent, never relinquishing hold nor pace, as Candace continued. "I call this fluffing, John. No sense in wasted foreplay, is there?" Candace continued to manually stroke Kevin, who watched his cute girlfriends' oral attack on my cock, and strangely, Kevin felt it was an appropriate time for small talk. "So, I understand you're the shipping guy, huh, John?" The surreal atmosphere hit me then like the proverbial truck. Did he really expect me to say, "Spot on, Kevin, and you're in real estate?" Instead, I did the only socially acceptable thing I could think of, given the circumstances, I kicked my jeans off of my ankles and grabbed the back of Laurie's head tightly. Candace went about her business as the gracious hostess, accelerating her stroking of Kevin's impressive rod, while encouraging Laurie's expertise by exclaiming, "Isn't that beautiful cock just wasted on that Sherry bitch, Laurie?" I could feel Laurie's mouth curling in a grin around my shaft, but if anything, she sucked even harder. Candace looked up at me before resuming to blow Kevin. "Nobody likes that cunt, John. Trust me, this will be the weekend where you will officially declare emancipation from Sherry once and for all." On cue, Laurie pushed me down on the couch, raised the hem on her own cocktail dress, exposing her panty-less buns, and grabbed my cock and lowered herself onto it in one motion, reverse cowgirl style. Kevin reached over to pull the buttons from her blouse and sucked on her pert, firm tits, while Candace crawled a few feet to her right, still grasping Kevin's twitching manhood, and lowered her face and began to alternate licking Laurie's bare twat and my shaved testicles. Kevin soon walked behind Candace and mounted her doggy-style, and I absorbed the incredibly erotic view of Laurie's ass bouncing up and down frantically on my cock while her cunt was licked by Candace, who sucked my swollen balls at the same time, when she wasn't screaming in delight from Kevin's big, thick dick assaulting her pussy. The combination of tactile sensors caused me to shoot the first two bursts of my seed deep into Laurie's warm cunt, who was spasming in orgasm herself, while the remainder splashed onto Candace's face, as she herself came after Kevin deposited his sticky semen into Candace's sopping love tunnel. My waking thought the next morning was trying to count the many times my now red, sore, and chafed cock had ejaculated into the two women's various orifices the previous night. My attention was diverted as Candace's tiny hands rubbed the warm oil over my flaccid cock, while sensitively and gently running her soft lips along my balls and the tender spot between my scrotum and my anus. "You'll be ready for tonight, John," Candace cooed, while her tongue snaked teasingly around the rim of my asshole. "You'll be surprised how I will assure to that." Maybe it was the fact that my anus being licked, but I couldn't help but to be anal and take this opportunity to ask the nagging question. "By the way, Candace, just what does one wear to a swingers' bash, anyway? Is there a preferred fashion attire?" Candace took my stirring cock in her hand and lifted it to her gorgeous face, licking the shaft for emphasis. "Just bring this big thing locked and loaded, John, and no one will even notice if you wore a sombrero." Sound advice, I reasoned. I didn't know it at the time, of course, but eighty or so miles to the east in Bill Hearn's lavish beach house in Avalon, my so-called girlfriend Sherry and her younger sister Maureen were welcome visitors. A weekend of their pleasant company in exchange for a nice promtion for Sherry was the way that Bill put it, as I would find out later, quid pro quo. Sherry was auditioning to replace Candace for the role of unofficial company 'ambassador', and Maureen was willing to assist her big sister while also introducing her to the lifestyle, since Maureen was an active member. "You're going to be such a big surprise hit at the party in Atlantic City tonight, my dears," Bill told them at the breakfast table. "Such a big surprise." To be continued. Candace It was the curve of her ass that caught my attention. It was apple-round, the kind of ass that looked like it was holding her shorts up. She was dressed in clothes that looked like they should have been her baby sister's, pink shorts that suctioned into the tops of her thighs and a t-shirt that hugged her slight, chocolate frame in ways that made me jealous of the cotton as she walked past. I growled a little 'wassup' at her and watched her smile spread faster than she thought it would. She whispered 'hey' and went into the store, giving me a generous view of that ass, hands on her waist tugging the t-shirt up so I could take it all in. She'd been in there for a good while before I noticed her coming out. Little mama had come pretty close to getting forgotten after my customers started showing up and I'd exchanged a couple of the bags in my pockets for some of the dollars in their wallets. There's just something about ready money that a fat ass can't compete with, especially after it's been in a corner store for twenty minutes. What the hell is in a corner store that it takes twenty minutes to find one of? My hands had been in my pockets long enough to itch for a Newport when she came back outside, walking my way and looking right at me with a crooked smile. "What are you still doin' out here? Waiting for me?" I laugh and tell her that yeah, it's something like that and she tells me her name is Candace. We go back and forth like that for awhile before our conversation starts to draw attention. I'm not a real big fan of attention, especially when I'm standing on a busy corner with a quarter-pound of product in my pockets so I ask if she wouldn't mind following me to my car. She looks me up and down again, this time checking to see if she should consider me dangerous, before finally giving me another of her smiles and falling into step alongside me. Once we're in my car, I relax my guard and our conversation takes off. I find out she's a smoker and I roll a whole gram into a cigarillo wrapper while she watches waiting for the paper to rip, or some weed to fall out. I tell her that I've been doing this for awhile and that's not going to happen but she watches with her mouth half-open, expecting it anyway. I take the blunt from her at the point in her coughing fit where she gives it up without argument and she leans against me while catching her breath. When she finally has her breathing under control, she turns and looks up at me. As soon as I see her upturned face and soft, moist lips I wrap an arm around her and pull her into a long, slow kiss. When we finally pull away, we both take deep breaths of the bitter, blue smoke that has, by this point, filled the car. "This shit got me goin'," she says. I simply smile and kiss her again, pulling her closer until she starts to gently paw at me. I let my hands go where she leads me and soon I can feel the damp heat of her pussy against my fingertips. I curl my fingers until they come back wet and she's grabbing me by the wrist, not letting me pull away. "K...keep goin'" I start sawing my fingers in and out of the hot, damp valley between her thighs. When I slowly poke two into her tight hole, she grunts like she's taken a punch and pushes herself down on my hand until my finger pinch together inside her. I start curling my fingertips inside her, tickling the soft bump in the cradle of her pelvis and she stops moving completely, not making a sound until a thick honey-like juice starts pouring out of her, then she exhales loudly, squeezing my fingers painfully with her pussy. After she comes, my fingers slip out coated with her juices and she's so warm that I'm looking at my fingers before I realize they're no longer inside her. "Damn girl, you're soaked." She smiles and giggles "I know" as she lowers her head towards my lap and works my cock out of my jeans. It takes her awhile to get past the belt and I'm a little nervous when it comes to my zipper, but before I have time to do something stupid like complain, I can feel the soft skin of her hands wrapped around my hardening shaft. My last thought for the afternoon, right before Candace presses her lips against the tip of my dick and makes a smacking sound that I feel down to the backs of my knees, is that she has the prettiest hands I've ever seen. The tips of each nail end in bubblegum pink half-moons that look like little smiles against the copper-brown of my skin. I watch my cock go from its usual color to a shimmering chocolate as she works her lips against it. Soft smacking and slurping sounds accompany the sensation of her hot, little throat gagging on the deep end of my dick. I let her keep going until she starts to get carried away and her head is bobbing up and down on my cock like a fishing lure on a windy day. "You gon' have to slow down ma...damn." "Mmmmm," she murmurs, giving the head of my dick a nice, long pull before looking up at me with that wicked smile again. "Uh-huh. You think you're cute don't you." "I know I'm cute," she says, rocking back in her seat and pulling her knees to her chest, pink shorts and yellow panties snarled around her knees. I take her by the hips and swing her towards me. Her eyes widen when I press the head of my cock against her dripping opening and her mouth opens in a silent scream as I slide into her, a scream that she releases in a slow hiss as I pull back and slide into her again. She bites her lip till her composure breaks and then I start to pound her. She grunts when I hit the bottom, a low growl that she does as she twists her hips against me, her eyes locked with mine daring me to take back even an inch of everything I'm giving her. Candy-painted nails hook my back as her breath hitches and I can feel an unstoppable flood rising inside her, pushing against the weight of my cock. Her lips purse into an "o" and her eyelids flutter as every part of her body below the navel turns to steel. "Uhngh....Faaaa!" Her big, brown eyes go wide with shock as something passes through her and her back arches, lifting the both of us off the bed. The unmistakable sound of squirting accompanies a warm rush of fluid as her pussy turns to oil. Between futile attempts to regain her composure by holding her breath, I can hear the wet sounds of her pussy being churned and it's then that I realize I couldn't slow down even if I tried. With a final heave, I empty myself all over the front of her t-shirt, darkening it and making it cling to her skin even tighter. "Goddamn," she says, laughing and trying to turn her face away from my cock. I roll another cigarillo while she puts on one of the white t-shirts I keep in my backseat. She throws her cum-stained t-shirt out the window and into the alley where I'm parked and waits for me to finish putting the taper on the end of the roll so we can smoke it. I give it to her and she admires it for a few moments before finally putting one end between her teeth and lighting the other. "Damn that's tight," Watching her carefully puff at the end of the cigar to avoid another coughing fit, I think the very same thing to myself.