Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2007 20:47:28 -0400
From: majalistic@gmail.com
Subject: Candy Apple - Part 2 (TG)

     "Candy's made quite a mess of those cute panties, hasn't she, men?"
said Creavy, and I could feel the hole pucker, open and close, open and
close, as it leaked out.  The big wad that had splatted the entire back of
my panties was now slowly oozing out down my thighs, and, humiliatingly,
down my balls.  I was almost empty, and that was a good feeling.

     "So, Ms. Apple," said one of the guests, "I see you're the type that
likes the feeling of sperm swimming up your shit canal, huh?" he said, and
rubbed his bulge.

     "Oh, she loved it," said Creavy,"even came herself once I creamed
'er."

     His cream was now a big stain on the back of my panties and, for some
reason, I laughed that I had made him waste his seed in my boy ass, though
this was nothing I should be laughing about.

     "Judging by her make-up, I'd say Din fed her dinner, eh?"

     "Right you are, mate."

     "So neither of you wanted to fuck 'er proper, eh?"

     I felt a hand go into the back of my panties and a finger caressed my
pulsing hole.  It was Creavy's, and he looked me in the eye.  Slowly, he
pushed the finger in, and I moaned, and he said "this one's a special girl.
Only two at a time, gentleman."

     He popped his finger out and I felt a bit more spunk spill down over
my balls.

     "Oh, I see!" said the inquisitive man.

     "Show em, Candy, show em what you were hiding last time," Creavy said,
gesturing towards the vase.

     Mortified, I walked over to the vase, hiked up my butt, and showed off
my ass, legs spread shoulder length.  The bulge was visible, and it was
soaked.

     "Unbelievable.  A pretty girl with a nice ass and a tight package!"
said the inquirer, and I heard him smack his lips.

     I looked over my shoulder at Din, and suddenly my jaw hurt, and I
looked over at Creavy, and my asshole finally settled into shape: a small,
barely open hole, dripping slowly.

     "Aw, no pussy?" said one guy, disappointed, "well, Creavy, is her ass
any good?"

     "Best I've ever had," said Creavy, and I felt his rough hands on my
asscheeks as he quickly humped my ass once or twice through our clothes.

     I couldn't hide my blush.

     "So, did you fellas decide who's first?" said Din.

     "Jeff's going first.  Fancies himself some lipwork," said the
questioning man.

     They all looked over to Jeff, who hadn't said anything, and was
sitting in the corner on an armchair.  He sat, legs spread, in a reclined
position.  Just then, he moved the first time, and beckoned me over.

     Creavy put his arm around me and played with my pigtail.  "Well then,
why don't you go say helloooo to Jeff, Candy?" he said, dragging out the
"o" in a suggestive way.

     I hesitated for a second, embarassed, and then strutted over to Jeff,
heel to toe.

     "Hello, babe," he finally spoke.  He had a low, rough voice.  "Ready
for it?"

     "Yeah," I said, and licked my lips.  I was resigned to my fate, and
couldn't wait to go home.

     "Hands and knees, and do it the right way," he said.

     I got down on my hands and knees, and the whole crowd was behind me,
watching the panty- shot.  I wiggled for them.

     He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. My eyes, again, widened.
It wasn't as long as Din's or Creavy's, who were comparable, but it was
even thicker.

     "You've got a small mouth, babe, so you're gonna have to really open
wide," he said, and put his hand on the back of my head.  He didn't motion
forward.  I realized, him being seated in the chair, he wasn't in a good
position to thrust, and I was expected to do the work.

     I brought my mouth forward, my lipgloss forming a neat ring, a target
for him, and breathed on it.  He seemed to like that.  I leaned in closer,
and licked the tip, and was rewarded with some precum for my troubles.  I
reached my hand up, and it was hard to keep steady on one hand, and grabbed
his cock near the middle, and squeezed a bit.  My hand barely fit around
it, and I could hear my mouth, jaw, and throat objecting.  In spite, I
pushed my head forward, hiked my ass up, heard the "whoa!s" behind me, and
my lips stretched around the head; it barely fit.  I couldn't help but
close my eyes and the tears started to stream down my face.  My lips
touched my fingers, and I knew I had to move my hand but there was no room,
so I squeezed my lips a bit (didn't have to try too hard), and started to
move up and down on the shaft with my mouth and hand, and my butt lurched
back and forth for the watching crowd.

     His breathing was already heavy, and his hand on the back of my head
firm, so I knew I doing well for my first real blowjob.  That satisfaction
made me sway my butt side to side with confidence, before he leaned his
upper body over me and I was surrounded by him.  There was no where I could
go. He put a hand on my face, on my cheek, and his other hand reached
around and held my ass cheek.

     The hand on my head urged me to go faster and faster, and I knew he
was getting ready to blow in my mouth, but he had never said how he wanted
his happy ending, and now, that I was paraded in front of anyone anyway, I
may as well take the cum on my face and spare myself having to try to
swallow the oncoming flood of sperm.

     "Mmmmm, nggggh" he grunts, before, "little miss, you're gonna grow up
to be a fine cum receptacle."  I smile inside, knowing that I'll be the
receptacle of no cum from this guy.

     His whole body tenses up in the way that I now know is the male
response to orgasm in regards to a tight mouth, or a tight ass, like I
have.  I start to slide my mouth back and continue to gesture more and more
with my hand, trying to pump it out of him.  He doesn't stop my mouth, so I
assume that he's willing to pull out and blast his little miss with cum in
her face.

     I get to his tip, and kiss it one last time.  As I go to pull my lips
off his cock, I feel an objection in the hand on my ass, and I'm locked
into place, surrounded by this man, with my lips still on his cock.

     As an instinctive response, I start to flail my behind around, trying
to come loose of his grip, but he maintains our connection with just the
head of his massively-girthed cock.

     I feel a small splurt, and think that I've still got time, before he
comes, full-on, in my waiting, fearful mouth.  I feel my cheeks fill, and I
regret not trying to throw him off at the last second, as I realize I can
not swallow fast enough and start to choke.  I swallow a batch of his baby
batter and it is instantly replaced with another flood of cum, and I feel
the thick substance pouring out of my nose.  I had felt confident for just
a bit, and because of that I got to swallow all of his cum without
realizing it. A couple of seconds later, he splurts the last bit onto my
tongue, and I swallow one last time, and he sighs.  He keeps me on his tip,
and then pulled me in a bit and told me to "clean him off." I licked
dutifully, and deepthroated him for a second, and then while I was cleaning
the middle of his shaft, I burped and tasted the cum in my entire mouth.
He gave me a little pat on my ass and rubbed my cheek before releasing me
with a "thanks, slut."  I had literally been a bit hungry before I got to
Creavy's house, and now I wasn't.  Had I lost my appetite, or had the spunk
satisfied it?

     I stand on my feet and look back over, and he pats me on the ass, and
puts a hand on my thigh.

     "She's a natural born," he said.

     "Who's next?" said Creavy, and I could see he was erect again.

     "That'd be me," said the inquisitive man. He walked to the middle of
the room and sat on a nearby armchair.  "Come have a seat on my lap,
Ms. Apple."

     It was then that I recognized the man, wearing circular glasses and a
black tie.  He was my history teacher, Mr. Virgil, and he hadn't even
recognized me!

     I walked over to him, and he gestured to sit in his lap.  As I bent
down over his crotch, he said "wait, pull down those stinky panties.  Don't
want you to get my pants dirty."

     So I did.  I got up, wiggled them down past my hips and my ass, and
dropped them to the floor, before stepping my heels over them.  I went to
sit, again, without looking.

     I dropped down slowly, as he had expected, and so I felt the tip of
his cock, perfectly set up to pucker my pooper, in surprise.  He put his
hands on my shoulders.  "What's the matter?  Have a seat."

     This was something else entirely.  I had to impale myself in the butt,
up on my history teacher's cock.  I thought to myself, "you better give me
an A, for asshole," and then started to drop my weight down, and I didn't
even get to tell Santa what I wanted.

     Creavy's entrance had been easy, but at the angle I was dropping my
butt on him, it wasn't a direct path into my ass.  He pressed against my
balloon knot for a bit, and I thought to sit up and try again, before it
popped into my ass; the entire head.

     I yelped a girly yelp and couldn't help but shake, and I knew his
hands on my shoulders were to prevent me from jumping to my feet.  I bit my
lip and looked around at the other men, they were all watching me maneuever
my shitpipe around my history teacher's cock, and I felt I much more
embarasased than when I had swallowed Jeff's stress, all four gallons of
it, and had it spew out my nose.

     I knew I was supposed to keep going but my bowels objected actively.
The spasms must have caused Mr. Virgil to have quite a good time, as he
started to spasm and jerk his own cock, which wasn't helping the
maneuvering.  I put my hands on me knees and sat my thighs on his knees,
and my heels were barely on the floor.  I took a deep breath, thought about
the log in my butt, and let myself fall, let my heels rise off the floor,
into his lap.

     I yelled "Oh my god!" in Candy's sexy, lusty voice, and it must have
looked like I was having a good time, because Virgil's erect cock in my
colon lined up perfectly with my own, erect penis, which lifted up my skirt
hem in the front, but I screamed because it felt like I had sat on a
cactus.  He pulled my body closer to his and took his hands off my
shoulders and wrapped them around my belly.  Again, my guts were massaging
a cock, and my mouth was slightly agape, and I put my hands on my chest,
just above his.  He rocked his hips a bit and kept my anus locked around
the base of his cock for a bit, and I realized just how big the seat was
when I shifted us back, and I felt like I was falling into the seat, and my
legs were just naturally poised up in the air. Mr. Virgil was letting out a
low groan the whole time.

     "Creavy, you weren't kidding, this butthole is heaven."

     "And it's cute, too,"said Creavy.

     Though each time we were with company, each man that had fucked me so
far had tried to let us have a private conversation, and Mr. Virgil was no
different.  "That cute little butthole is three-inches wide, isn't it,
Ms. Apple," he said, and I knew he was imagining me as a student in his
class while he kept stuck up in my asshole.

     I thought for a minute he wanted me to move, but I couldn't, and then
he started.  He grabbed me forcefully by my thin waist, and I started to
tremble as he pulled me up off his cock, a nd then let my tush fall into
his lap, as viewed by the other men, and my pipe slide over his shaft, as
only him and I really knew.

     "Nnnngh" I said as I dropped that time.  I thought it would be easier
now, but that quick, gravity-induced thrust was too much for me.  I
couldn't believe Mr. Virgil would be the second man to fuck my ass.

     "How are you, Ms Apple, are you having a good day?" he said, into my
ear, and he bit it.

     "Great, just great, I've got a bone in my butt, just how I like it," I
said, and wiggled a bit, and the feeling was too much, and my eyes rolled
to the back of my head.

     I stayed there for a bit, just rising and falling, until I felt an odd
sensation in my stomach.  It rumbled a bit, and started to move around.  I
realized that it was an air pocket caused by his fast, jerky fucking.  I
felt him poke the bubble in my colon when he dropped me for the umpteenth
time.

     He must have felt it, too, because when he lifted me up this time, he
didn't drop me down, and waited.  I started to shake as I tried to hold it
in.  I said "ung, ugh!" before I felt his cock vibrate violently in my ass
and knew, from playing the clarinet, that meant that I had just farted over
his cock.  I turned, and worried he'd be angry, but his eyes weren't there.
Before the rumbling had stopped, he dropped me back down, and I felt a bit
of relief in my tummy before he grabbed hold under my legs and lifted me up
again.  The sensation had made him lose his mind.

     Now he pulled me up and dropped me on his dick faster than I could
process it and I started to drool. I lost my breath and he started to
thrust, too.  With each bounce, my penis bounced too, and he must have been
fucking my ass at mach four.  I put my hands over my skirt to hide my
little stiffy as he rammed me, because I knew, after Creavy's buttfucking,
what it felt like to have cum forced out of you by a cock in your ass.

     I moaned, and squeeled a bit, and then came under my skirt, on the
sofa, and I splurted a few times, before the sensation of being fucked and
not having a hard-on set in.  I now really was a girl, doing it just for
his enjoyment.  My ass was so stretched I thought I'd pass out.

     He was going faster and faster, and I knew that I'd never live it down
if my history teacher came in my ass.  Without thinking, I whispered,
"please Mr. Virgil, please don't nut in my ass."  I hoped he didn't hear
me.

     His thrusting picked up the pace and I realized that saying such a
thing had got him really going.  After a couple of seconds, he rammed it
all the way into me and sat there, and at first I was confused, and then I
realized he had come to understand why I knew his name, and why I called
him Mr. Virgil.

     He put his hand on the nape of my neck and pulled me back into the
seat further with him for a chat.

     "I see, you're in my class," he said, and I replied "and you're in my
ass, yeah."

     He chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry, but it's always been a fantasy of mine
to fuck a student, if you couldn't tell," he said, and swiveled his cock
around deep in my ass.  "That you're one of my boy students makes it even
more exciting!" he said, and took my hand off my chest, and pulled it
behind my back.  He bent me now in half, and I rested my face on my leg,
and I felt again like I had when I submitted to Creavy.  He started to pump
normally and whispered again in my ear, "I'm afraid you've earned
detention, Ms. Apple," he started, "you can either write, I will not be a
cock-tease on the blackboard a hundred times," and I wanted to do that,
"or, we can forget the detention and I can blow in your dirty little ass!"
he said, and started to thrust hard, tensing up, and I knew that my history
teacher had made me his bitch.

     He pinned my arm down and really gave it to me and I could barely take
it.  "I can't believe you farted on my cock, you little slut!  Been
fantasizing about that in my class, have you?  Well, let me share my
fantasy with you!"

     His thrusts were hard, and took my breath away, and with each one came
a wet, liquid sound that everyone in the room knew was my history teacher
trying his best to impregnate me.  Eventually, he finished, and lay back
into the chair, breathing heavily.  He nudged me off him.  I got my heels
on the ground, but my weight was too far back in the chair, so I had to
rock back and forth to get up, and at first, he was still in me, so he
seemed to enjoy that.  Eventually he slipped out, and I rocked another time
and then pulled myself forward.

     I stood on my feet and wobbled a bit.  It was getting difficult to
stand in heels and keep my legs shut to hold the cum in my ass.  "Can I go
to the bathroom?" I asked to no one in particular.  I felt a bit more
confident now that my skirt was hiding me again, but I was still missing my
panties.

     Creavy was the one to respond.  "You didn't care about letting my
spunk go, Candy.  I mean, look at those drenched panties," he said,
gesturing to the lump of silk and sperm that I had left on the floor, "why
do you want to have some private time with Mr. Virgil's?" he said,
grinning.

     And then, my identity was revealed.  Mr. Virgil couldn't tell exactly
who I was, as he never payed much attention to any of the boys, but he had
a few guesses, and that was all they'd needed to nail down who I really
was.  I heard my name among the ones he listed, and when he said it, I
could tell that deep down, he wanted it to be me.  I openly mocked him in
class, about his glasses, about his haircut, his voice, because I knew he
hit on the female students. As he said my name, he shot a glance at me, and
at least a week's worth of teacher's stress was bubbling in my ass.

     "I can't wait anah more!  They've had their fill, let's get this party
staated!" said one of the men I hadn't been intimate with yet.

     "Very well, then," said Creavy.  "Before our dirty Ms. Apple lets
loose all her troubles all over my floor.  Make sure to keep her cute
little butthole well-plugged at all times, or she'll lose a load." He
smiled. "I'm gonna go take care of some things upstairs, and then I'll be
back down here to take my turn."

     The impatient man had taken a seat in the middle of the carpet, and
they all started to disrobe.  While everyone was getting ready, Mr. Virgil
came over to me and put his hand on my ass, and whispered into my ear.
"You shot off your mouth so many times in my class, now you shot all over
the sofa. Messy, messy," he said.  "How's that jizz taste in your ass?" he
bit my ear again, and pulled down my skirt.  "Ms. Apple, what do you think
of my glasses?"

     "I think they're cute," I said, and thought about how stupid they
looked, and how much he had come in my ass.

     "Liar," he said, and stuck two fingers in my ass.  I gritted my teeth
like a whore and started to shift my legs around his fingers which were
probing around.  With my skirt off now, I had no way of hiding my growing
erection.

     "Do you regret anything," he said, sticking a third finger in my ass.
I didn't want to make it worse.

     "Please forgive me, Mr. Virgil!" I said, and moaned, I couldn't
control it.

     "Only if you catch me once for every time you mocked me, bitch," he
said, and slapped me hard on the ass, and I yipped.

     "We're ready for you, Miss," said one of the other gentleman.  "Just
get up on top of Dill here."

     I stood over Dill, legs spread.  He looked me in the eyes and said
without words, "this will be your third buttfuck, girly"

     I had never mounted someone so that they could mount me before.  I
knelt slowly, and got down on both knees around his belly.  "Just put yer
hands on mah chest, I'll 'andle this," he said.

     I put my hands on his chest, and this time I could make eye contact,
unfortunately.

     "How lubed do you think you are, Miss" said one of the guys standing
next to me, his hand on my shoulder.  Mr. Virgil was on the other side of
me, holding that shoulder.  Jeff was still in his seat, behind me, and I
could see him watching my ass, which he hadn't had yet.  Din was sitting,
legs crossed, on the chair ahead, mouthing "cowgirl." I was a cowgirl with
a luscious ass, and I was gonna ride this bull.  Shit.

     "Well, I've still got a load in there," I said, and Virgil held onto
my shoulder tighter, "one that's probably still got a bit, and a buttload
of lube," buttload, I say.  It's like I want for them to break my ass.

     "Ya should be fine then.  'ere I go!" he said, and put his cock
against my slightly open starfish.  He started to pump it on the outside,
no penetration yet, and looked me in the eyes.  He had one hand on his cock
and the other on the side of my ass cheek.  I didn't want to see his
response as he re- cockified my aching backpipe, so I closed my eyes.

     "Oi! Open yer eyes!" he said, and I opened them on command.  He made
sure I was looking at his face as he got ready.

     He put in the tip a bit, and I felt the hole open up in what was now
its natural response, and I steeled myself for the rings being opened one
by one, which both times made me feel helpless.  He spared me that worry.

     "Right up her ass!  Flawless!" said Jeff, and I'm sure he threw some
popcorn.

     Virgil and the other guy pushed me down by my shoulders, and Dill
thrust himself up.  He rammed his cock, which was the fattest I'd had in my
ass so far, all the way up my ass and I saw stars, my whole body lurched, I
gritted my teeth as hard as I could, said "nnnnnnnghhhhhhh!" went cross-
eyed, watch him open his mouth with a loud "unggggggg," felt him remove his
now useless hand, as I was definitely locked in place by his entire
god-damned bone, and he put both hands on my hips.  My colon spasmed around
him more than I wanted it to, and once I had my breath back, I yelled out
"my ass!!!," and the tears flowed down my cheeks.  I pushed hard against
Dill's chest, which just made me arch my back more.

     Virgil had pushed down on my shoulder much harder than he needed to
with spiteful vengeance.  "What about your ass?" he said, "is something
wrong?"

     I squeezed my legs around Dill's hips and pulled my body up, which was
met with resistence from both hands, and Dill's own hands holding onto my
hips.  I pulled up an inch, and he pulled me down on his cock.  Eventually
I stopped, feeling it futile.

     Dill sat in my stirring guts for a bit before he spoke.

     "Use your hands and your legs.  Don't worry, this bronco won't buck
you off." he said, grinning.

     I knew now what Din meant by cowgirl.  It was a rodeo.  I was expected
to fuck myself on his cock.

     "Ah can take it from 'ere, gentleman.  Leave 'er to me."

     Virgil reluctantly let go, as did the man next to me.

     I knew I had to.  I started to lift myself up, off the shaft.  Letting
out a cock feels much better once you've developed an appreciation for it
over the alternative.  When I reached the tip, I stopped, and waiting for
Dill to drop me back down, but he didn't.  I looked over at Virgil, and
remembered how his teacher-assfucks-disobedient-student fiasco had started,
with me having to drop my candy ass onto his massive teacher's aide.

     I reluctantly started to sit back down, swallowing Dill's cock in my
ass, and I got to watch his face as I brought him deeper back into Candy's
shitpit.  The cum in my belly stirred.

     "Nice. Faster." said Dill.  I lifted myself back up, and started to
slowly let him pooper me like he wanted, when he slapped me on my ass, and
my muscles clenched up.  "Grab on, you've gotta ride me, remember?  And
faster!" he said, and pulled me.  I dropped down and for the second time,
Dill had given me the taste of an anal blowout, so I decided I'd take the
speedinto my own hand so he wouldn't keep ramming it in like that.  I rose
up, and quickly slid it back into me.  A small pool started to accumulate
on his stomach, dripping down from my cock.  "Sorry babe!" I said.

     "Can't be helped.  You can't get enough of Dill's dick, I guess," said
Virgil, sneering.

     "If you're having such a good time that you're messing me all up, go
FASTER!" he said and rammed me quick, to the hilt, twice.  The first time I
lost breath and went "nnnnnngh," the second time he forced "I'm sorry,"
from my lips.

     "Just get to it!" he said.

     I knew better than to test his patience anymore.  I started to ride,
up and down, up and down, I was in control of how Candy took it in her ass
and that didn't make me feel any better.  If I was really in control, I
wouldn't have Dill in my ass, all smiles.  I knew that when Dill got off, I
would have gotten him off with my big, soft butt, just so I could catch his
load. Up, down, up, in, out, in out.

     "That's enough love-making for now!" said the guy who was holding my
shoulder previously, and I thought for a second that I could go home, wash
out my ass, take off my slut clothes, drink some soda to wash out the taste
of cum, and start the long process of working off my fun-to-fuck ass.  Then
the man walked over, to my side and a bit in front, pantsless, and his
erect cock bobbed in front of my face.  It was the long type.

     "Now you'll be a good whore!" he said, and pinched my nose shut. I
couldn't figure out why until a few seconds went by, and I forgot to keep
riding Dill, who reminded me with my asses' least favorite way to be
reminded (a whole honest to god cock filling it in half a second), and I
realized I couldn't breath and had now forced the breath out of my lungs.

     I took a deep, wide, breath, with a wide, open mouth, and knew that I
was going to be breathing in more than air with it.

     I had gotten so used to be dicked in my ass that I forgot how
humiliating it was to be mounted in the face.  He put the whole thing in, a
deepthroat, and of course I gagged.  He didn't seem to mind.

     "Name's Kennedy, if you cared.  Probably don't," he said, and pulled
out, and I coughed.  He started to pump it in at the entrance, like Din had
just before he came, and I realized it was just to get me stuck sucking a
guy off without distracting too much from the ass fucking.

     I started to ride Din again, in out, and the cum inside me kept making
loud, squelching noises, so I blushed.  I sucked gently on Kennedy's dick
just to keep him from getting too uppity, and felt the cocks in at either
end.

     "I'm next!" said a guy to my right. He walked over to me, and grabbed
my hand, put it on his dick.  I knew he wanted a handjob, but didn't really
know how to give one, so I just gently squeezed his cock a few times,
remembering to do my girly duties in my mouth and ass.  Suck, squeeze,
tongue, bounce on my tush.  I had synced my rythym with the two men "making
love" to my digestive tract.  I tugged on the guy's dick a few times.

     "Aight, Ken, back off.  Ngh, Lemme have her to ugh, my self for a
bit," said Dill between grunts.

     "Fine," said Kennedy, and he rammed it into my throat, and again I
gagged. He held it there, and I thought I would black out, but
intentionally I kept Dill happy with a combination of ass-sucking and
ass-squeezing, to prevent more torment.  Mercifully, Ken pulled out of my
mouth and stood off to the side, saliva and precum still linking my lips to
his member.

     I dropped both hands, and the "next" guy said "damn it," and put them
back on Dill's chest, and pumped him in and out faster.  His own hips were
now rising up to match my stride, and I gasped a few times as I dropped
down and he thrusted up, as it was even faster than his pooper-wrecking
antics from before.  I knew he was near the time Candy liked to call
"butt-pumpin' cum dumpin'" which meant I was about to have Dill's come
ceremoniously dumped in my butt.  Again, I didn't want to be Candy, and
wanted to just jump off him and leave, but I knew that wasn't what was
about to happen.  Dill was about to reward his dutiful cowgirl with a
helping of his specially-mixed butt-caulk.

     I couldn't tell this time by the feeling of his balls on my cheeks,
but I could tell by the look on his face he was getting closer to giving me
my dessert.  He pulled my back forward, and I was bent over nearer to his
face.  I brought my shoulders closer together and rose my hands into the
air, turned up my wrists, and didn't know what to do with them.  Dill
leaned forward, and kissed me full on the mouth, and I wished he had
slapped me.

     He was moaning into my mouth, and mine into his.  His eyes rolled into
the back of his head and he offloaded the orgasm-worth of cum of his life
into my ass while he kissed me, and Candy thought "he's got class, hehe"
and I thought "don't be so nice to me, I don't want it, I don't want this
jizz in my butt!" and he squirted and squirted, all of these men were
infatuated with Candy and here he was giving me a kiss while sowing his
seed in my fertile ass-garden.

     "Good one, Dill," said Virgil, laughing at my misfortune.  I tasted
Dill's tongue and knew that Virgil would want to kiss me now, too, just to
solidify his revenge.

     He didn't waste any time, and let go of the locked lips, and pulled
his cock out of my ass with an audible, embarassing "plop."  I had to
squeeze my cheeks closed with my hands to prevent his loving load from
following his cock, as well as the other wad of cum filling me.  I knew no
one could come that much but I felt like I had at least a gallon stored up,
and wondered how anyone could have more than two loads in them at once.

     I was about to find out.  Ken put his filler dick back in my mouth and
the eager bachelor number two slipped in between my legs and tripped me, so
I sat back on his legs.  He pulled me up quickly and told me "you'll regret
letting me go unnattended like that," and I had the feeling he was being
perfectly honest.

       What Dill had done was to bring his cock out of my ass to the tip,
and then drop me down the full way.  This new guy wasn't so nice.  He
wasn't even in my ass one second and then he positioned himself quickly,
and before I had time to say "be gentle, please, I'm sorry," I was
breathless.

     Up went cock number four.  My ass twitched and tried to get an imprint
of its shape, but it was too late, it was out already.  Again, it
plummetted into my guts and I wanted to apologize, but it was my poor,
innocent butthole that was doing the apologizing.  He sat up and we were
shoulder to shoulder, and then, with some help from the "aides," he stood
up and wrapped my legs around him.  I smiled for a moment in my head when I
realized that, if he took his hands away, and I mine, I could probably
remain suspended above him, on his pole.  This amusing image was in my head
for all of a moment when I felt gravity at work, and my back hit a high
table nearby, knocking the wind out of me.  As I gasped for breath, I made
note of the position: my legs together, straight pointed in the air, heels
parallel, with my hole exposed underneath my round and sore pouch, but from
his point of view my vertical-thing was hidden, nestled between my thighs.
He spoke.

     "Knock knock," he said, poking at my hole, which yielded somewhat
easily.  "Who's there?" I replied.

     He responded by gently entering.  I was surprised.  He slowly started
to move in and out, and somebody dimmed the lights.  Now I knew the game.
He wasn't being nice, he was taking his vengeance in a more subtle way.
They wanted him to charm me, a boy.

     "How's that feel, baby?" he said looking around my legs as he held
them by them together by the ankles.  He poked a bit, deep, before
withdrawing again in slow, determined strides.  One hand stroked my leg
down to my thigh, and my ass, and back again.  He kept up the slow pace,
but somehow felt stronger.

     "Close your eyes," he said, quietly.  I did.  All I felt was his cock
in my ass, and his hands on legs.  "How's it feel?" he said again.

     "It's... fine," I said, trying not to offend or congratulate.

     "How about this?  Is this better?" he said, keeping deep and rocking
slowly.  It did feel better, but for what?

     "Yeah, that's okay." I said, still neutral.

     I let them see a bit of enjoyment, as I figured it was easier to do
this than what I had to do with the last two guys, and I didn't have some
guy in my face.  I couldn't believe the same guy that had begrudgingly
asked for a handjob was now doing it to me like he was.

     He played with my heels and switched his pace to short, quick thrusts.
He was holding back his orgasm, I could feel it.

     "It's okay, babe," he said, smiling, riding deep again. "You can cum
first."

     I didn't know what he meant until he pulled it out and then pushed it
in again in quick, short thrusts like he had before.  My whole body tensed,
and I saw his eyes roll back, and I tried to hold it in but there was no
fighting it.  The thrusts hit home, again and again, and the area between
my thighs became a sticky mess.  I could smell the cum cocktail swishing
about in my belly, and then he thrust deep in me and said "my turn."

     I bit my lip and closed one eye. I was too full.  He twitched once,
and I could swear that I could hear the splatting sound.  My ass was sore,
but still clenched tight after my orgasm, and he used the spasms to milk
out a second glob, and a third.  He pulled out, with a plop, and let me put
my legs down.

     I didn't even know his name.

     The pain in my stomach was intense.  When I stood up, weary-legged, I
could feel the slosh.  Nobody moved to do anything else, so I walked over
to the creamy panties that I had left on the floor at Virgil's command.  I
heard Creavy call from upstairs.

     "Everybody finish up.  It's getting late."

     I moved my hips to either side to try and pull up the panties, which
were weighted by moisture.  I had to roll them over my cheeks, and when I
finished, they made a smacking sound, and adhered to me.  They all looked
at me like I was proud to wear them.  I pulled up my skirt over them,
though it did little to conceal.

     They lined up.  Creavy had given the order.  Virgil, of course, was on
the side closest to me, and he expected first treatment.  Jeff was still in
his seat, reading something or other.  He had already had a blowjob from
Candy that night.  Din, in a similar situation, had gone into the kitchen.
One by one, they each explained how they wanted me to do it.  Some wanted
me to look up, and others wanted me to look straight ahead.  Kennedy wanted
me to close my eyes, and occasionally look up at him, while I sucked his
soft and shallow.  He came on my tongue and made me show it to him.  Some
wanted me on my knees, and Dill wanted me squatting.  He must have some
kind of obsession with the rodeo.  Another guy, who was younger, it seemed,
wanted me to sit on my ass and lean forward to him, and he crouched over me
in a somewhat uncomfortable position and did his thrusting, hands on the
back of my head the whole time.  Virgil had me on my knees and took his
time, making sure to gag me as much as he could.  Right before he finished,
he put his glasses on me.  He grabbed me by the pigtails and forcefed
himself to my face, and came deep.  Afterwards, they made me lick my lips,
and told me to go upstairs to Creavy just like I had before.

     They told me to take it slow, which was unbearable as I still had the
loads swashing around in my belly from the backdoor.  I had the hiccups now
from all the spunk.  I knew they wanted me to trip again, so I did, and
they watched, but this time, they wanted something else.  My face was red,
yet again, as I let the pain subside, and the cum bubbled from Candy's ass
for a good minute.  The panties now squished and sagged as I walked, full
to the brim, and I made my way up the stairs.  I heard the men downstairs
zipping up jackets and fumbling with pants and belt buckles, and I knew
they were all getting ready to leave.  Creavy stood in the doorway to the
room opposite the one I had been in before, with him and Din.  It was at
the end of the hall, on the left.

     "It's late, why don't you sleep here tonight?" he said, as he put his
arm around my shoulder and led me inside.  "It's dangerous out there."

END Part 2