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Between Her Legs

12/27/2010

Candace -- or Candi, as she was called by a few close friends
and an awful lot of men before they found out her gate didn't
swing in their direction -- had begun to notice something odd. Her panties
were disappearing. A couple weeks ago, she thought nothing
of it; she assumed she had misplaced them. This week, though, another pair
was missing from her laundry and she was sure she hadn't misplaced it.



The first panties to go AWOL had been her girlfriend's
favorites, black satin bikini cut with subtle sequins trimming the edges
and a quiet appliqué on the front, right over her love hole.


The second, the ones she had just noticed lost this week,
were her own favorite sexy panties -- satin tiger-prints with metallic
gold and black stripes. She thought they particularly accented her curves.



Uncertain what to make of the disappearances, she tried
to put it out of her mind, as she carried the rest of her laundry back from
the laundry room to their apartment. Much to her delight, her girlfriend
had gotten home from work, and was in the mood for some physical attention.



Candid’s girlfriend was named Vida, and she was one-quarter
Indian and one-quarter native Alaskan. Apart from her name, the only
thing sub-continent about Vida was the pretty angularity of
her facial features and her ability to communicate volumes with a simple twist
of her mouth or movement of one eyebrow The only thing native Alaskan about
her was the way her sculpted curves flowed together like liquid sexual
magic. Otherwise, Vida was a white girl who burned more easily than she tanned,
had soft brown curls worn back in a pony tail, and very pink lips.
She was a little heavier than average, but she wore it well, packing it in
tight curves that accented her loveliness not hid it.


Candi loved Vida very much. She'd always known that
she was a lesbian, but at twenty-four years old Vida was her first real girlfriend,
her first committed relationship. Candi was Vida’s fourth girlfriend,
but the 20 year-old was not a player, so much as bad judge of character.



"There you are, sexy, " Vida greeted her upon
return.


The slightly older girl smiled and set the laundry down
inside the door, closing and locking it behind her. She liked being told
she was sexy. Candi had to work very hard for her figure. She was very thin
with one of those metabolisms that burned through all food, and in
younger life it had left her flat and shapeless. Her twentieth birthday and
a world of exercises, however, had suddenly wrought a transformation
in her body, however. While she still had very thin waist and long, lean
limbs, she had a very round, circular ass and two very round, spherical
breasts that she was quite proud of, all of which was far shapelier than expected
for her overall thinness. She worked hard to keep herself thin
and to develop her figure and she liked for her work to be appreciated.


Candi looked at her girlfriend, who was wearing boxer-shorts
and a loose t-shirt. "You know how I get when you dress like that, "
Candi said lustily. The outfit dramatically accentuated Vida’s
sex-appeal.


Vida grinned. "Why do you think I'm dressed this
way, lover?"


Compliantly, Candi walked up to her and ran her hands up
under the t-shirt, delighting with the feel of her girlfriend's
naked breasts. She kept her hands raised to those smooth full peaks and lowered
herself to her knees.


Leaning forward, she nuzzled at the crotch of Vida’s
boxers, finding a way in. Vida parted her legs slightly, allowing her lover's
nose and tongue access to her hot spot. Vida never shaved or needed
to trim; her bush was naturally thin and soft. It was an incredible experience
of which Candi never tired. Likewise, Vida never tired of her lover's
extraordinarily long, thin tongue which always seemed
abnormally capable of contortion when it was inside her. Vida closed her eyes,
and, as often happened, tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Candid
loves, somewhat aggressive lingual probing always felt as if
the girl had herself somehow entered Vida’s innermost chamber and was presenting
herself as a gift.


The trembling began deep within her and that only encouraged
Candi to work her tongue harder, deeper if possible, around new
corners if she could find them. This ultimately set Vida off, and she came with
one massive shudder which forced her to lean against the wall to maintain
balance. She let out a loud grunt of appreciation and struggled to open
her eyes and catch her breath.


"It's not over yet, baby, " Candi said
with sparkle in her eyes.


She rose from her knees and slunk off to the bedroom. She
opened a drawer in their bureau found what she was looking for and
came back. Still fully dressed, she told her girlfriend to strip,
and Vida complied, and thereupon got down on all fours, arching her back and
presenting her rear entrance to Candi.


That's when Candi showed her the large black dildo.
Vida closed her eyes and groaned. "Oh, yes, Candi, please, fuck me
hard."


Candi smiled, and only then finally took off her t-shirt
and bra. Leaving everything from her waist down on, she got behind
her lover and slowly started to caress her glorious ass cheeks. "What
do you want me to? do, lover, I'm just a girl."


Vida groaned, started moving her ass and hips to get Candid’s
attention. "You're not just a girl, you're a woman,
and you're my lover, " she said. "Love me."


With a teasing smile on her face, Candi bent over and kissed
Vida right on the asshole, just barely slipping her tongue in. "Baby,
my tongue is awfully tired. You want me to use my fingers?" She
began running a finger in the fold of her girlfriend's mound underneath her.



Groaning even louder and rocking back and forth more aggressively,
Vida got demanding, "Fuck me with that dildo, Candi, please,
dam nit."


"Oh this?" Candi rubbed the length of it along
her lover's pussy. "Are you sure?"


"Fuck me! Fuck my brains out, girl!"


Candi finally gave in, plunging the entire massive dildo
in at once. She had never taken a ruler to it and it had been a gift, so
she didn't really know the length, but she figured it to be around nine
inches, and it was thick, with a little crook in the end. It filled Vida’s
tight hole and still had length left. Working it brutally in and out
at a slight upward angle, Candi also continued to kiss all around Vida’s
ass. She loved her girlfriend's body and couldn't get
enough of it.


Feeling as if there was no more room inside her, but wanting
to press the thing into her very soul, Vida rocked back harder and
harder and ever harder into the dildo. She could feel her fluids draining
out around the tool, stimulated by its size and the expert use of it by Candi.
Not to mention the added stimulation of Candid’s lips and tongue
on her ass. After a few minutes, she felt the dildo lose a little control and
knew Candi had started to one hand it. She opened her eyes and looked back
as best she could, seeing her girlfriend with her hand stuffed inside
her jeans.


Seeing the woman she loved so turned on just by giving her
pleasure, Vida blew over the top again, convulsing on the forward
thrust of the dildo. But the dildo didn't stop. It kept after her,
like a monster with a bottomless appetite for her pussy.


"You're so sexy when you cum, lover, "
Candi said as she continued to frig herself inside her jeans with one hand, dildo her girlfriend
with the other, and bite and kiss her girlfriend's ass when
she could.


"Deeper!" Vida begged. "I want more of
it!"


She didn't want to hurt her love, so rather than pound
it in even harder, Candi began to move the dildo's trajectory
around, changing angles with every thrust. First up, then down, then to the side,
increasing it’s coverage. It didn't take long before Vida exploded
again.


This time she reached back and pulled the Dildo out of herself,
pouncing her naked body on top of Candi. "I love you, "
she said, covering the other girls thin face with loose, wet kisses. "I love you
so much."


She reached down and began to undo her lover's pants.
"Do you want the dildo this time?"


"No, baby, just you." Candi never took the dildo.
She wasn't interested. But she definitely loved what she got in its
place.


Once they were both naked, Vida knelt and lifted Candid’s
pussy right up to her face. She had the taller girl's legs draped over
her shoulders, her cunt staring right at her. Candi always trimmed to a thin
strip, which Vida found her exciting. She opened her mouth wide, and
dived in.


Candi cried out with pleasure, thinking that life couldn't
get any better than this...


***


The following week when Candi went to do the laundry, she
was apprehensive about whether she'd come back to the
drier and find another missing pair of panties. She didn't. But what she did
find was something even more perplexing to her.


She stood in the laundry room, staring at what she held in
her hand. She had just taken these clothes out of the drier, but she
was looking at a green satin thong which was very distinctly wet. Nothing
else in the drier was at all wet. The thong was very damp and much bunched up.
Almost as if...


No... It couldn't be...


But...


It looked very much to her like someone had taken the thong
into their mouth and sucked and chewed the life out of it.


The thought simultaneously creped her out and lit a spark
of erotic intrigue within her. She heard a rustling at the door and
quickly stuffed the thong back into her laundry basket, and made for the
exit. On her way out, she passed a woman who was going in to pick up her own
clothes. Candi eyed the woman curiously.


Could it have been her?


Candi hoped so. She could never say anything to Vida about
it, but she had always found the blonde divorcee attractive. She was
a woman in her early to mid forties who had kept in good shape. Her face
still showed its earned character and maturity but held all the energy and
beauty of its youth.


The thought of the woman sucking on Candid’s panties...



When Candi got back to the apartment, Vida wasn't home
yet. Candi tried to distract her by folding the clothes, but that only
kept reminding her of the thong and of the divorcee.


"Fuck, " she swore. The thin brunette took
off her jeans and her panties, leaving her in a t-shirt and white socks. She almost
never masturbated anymore, but she had thought about the divorcee
once or twice when making love to Vida, something she tried never to do,
but nevertheless it had allowed her to dub the unknown woman
Marilyn.


She knows threw herself onto the bed, clutching the saliva-soaked
thong in her right hand and rubbing it on her wet pussy.


"Oh, god, Marilyn, " she moaned aloud, pressing
deeper with the panties, feeling their satiny smoothness and the wetness of the
saliva. She began to hump up and down on the bed, frigging herself as hard as
could with the panties. She grunted loudly with each thrust upward at
the thong, thinking of Marilyn's mature face pressed between her legs.



"Oh, Marilyn, yes, yes, it's never felt like
that before."


Her hand moved faster, pressed harder. The thong was practically
buried inside of her now.


She felt herself getting close, and raised herself high
up in the air just as she felt her muscles clenching around the thong.
Her limbs bucked and she bit her lip as she exploded, thinking of Marilyn.



What she did next was totally out of character, but she had
very quickly become obsessed and a little irrational. She pulled her
jeans back on, not bothering with her panties, and tucked the thong, now soaked
with her juices, into her pocket. With that, Candi walked as quickly
as she could back to the laundry room. Finding it empty, she took the
thong out and deposited it in the drier she usually used.


Lingering for a few moments over whether or not she was insane,
Candi kept finding her mind going back to Marilyn, and that left
no room for insanity or foolishness. Just lust.


So she left the thong in the drier and made her way back to
the apartment. On her way she passed Marilyn, walking back
towards the laundry room again with a basket of dirty clothes. Deciding to test
the waters a little, Candi said, "Always meeting over the laundry,
aren't we?"


The older woman smiled and agreed. "It's our
personal water cooler, I suppose."


Pressing a little farther, Candi added, "Though
you never know what you'll find there."


Marilyn, or whatever her name really was, smiled even more
warmly. "I've seen an awful lot to still be surprised.
I'd better get going, but I'm sure we'll meet again."


And as she left, Candi watched the movement of her very toned
ass and the mature easiness in the sway of her hips. And that's
when she saw that out of Marilyn's dirty clothes basket had fallen a
pair of the woman's own panties. A thong. The lace was pink. The silk front was white
with red, yellow and pink flowers. There was a damp spot on the front.



Knowing it was a gift for her; Candi scooped up the thong,
and rushed back to her apartment. Vida still wasn't there.


"Thank God, " she said, unzipping her jeans
and pulling them down to her knees, right in the living room. She brought the thong up
to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Oh, god..." The thong had
been scented with a highly arousing perfume and Marilyn's scent mingled with
the perfume to send Candi over the edge.


Standing there, in the middle of the living room, jeans
around her legs, Candi took the thong and started rubbing her pussy with
it. "Oh fuck, " she said, her heart beating fast, her breath catching, "it's
like I'm grinding my pussy against hers."


She really got into it, rubbing herself hard with the thong
and humping hard against it.


"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Marilyn, fuck me you dyke bitch!"
she screamed out as she came and kept fucking the silk panties. She brought
herself to another climax before, dizzy, she stumbled into the bedroom
and collapsed on the bed to catch up with herself. Standing orgasms were
a lot of work.


She found herself staring at the panties, wondering what
she should do with them, when the idea struck her like a thunder bolt.



Of course!


She pulled her jeans back up, took a couple of long drinks
of water to replenish her and calm her down, and then walked around
to wear she thought Marilyn's apartment was. Clutching the panties
in her left hand, she walked up and knocked on a door.


A young man opened the door. "Yeah?"


"Sorry, wrong house." Candi knew that the divorcee
lived alone. Must have been the upstairs apartment. She went there, knocked
on the door.


She did answer.


Candi, without ceremony, just held up her left hand and
unbilled the panties. "I think you dropped these, " she
said with what she hoped was a seductive smile.


Looking somewhat amused, the older blonde woman motioned
for Candi to enter. Once in the apartment with the door closed, the woman
accepted the panties with a raised eyebrow.


"These are definitely mine, " she said. She
lifted them up, smelled them deeply. "But something's different about them."



Shaking nervously, but certain this was what she wanted
to do, Candi just reached down and unzipped her jeans, leaving them
in place on her hips, but unfastened. "If you want to know where that
new smell came from..." she offered.


Marilyn blushed crimson. "What are you offering,
honey?"


Candi lowered her jeans a bit, displaying the top of her
trimmed bush. "Everything."


"I must be twenty years older than you..." But
her eyes were unmistakably drawn to what Candi was showing.


"You're twenty years more beautiful than I am, "
Candi corrected her.


Marilyn smiled. "You don't give a woman much
of a chance to resist, do you?"


"Neither do you, " Candi said. "This
is a snowball for me. It all started this afternoon. I didn't plan this, but you
left me no choice."


Marilyn, who was wearing tight jeans and a loose red button-down
top, started to unbutton that top. When it was hanging open,
her cleavage exposed in a white lace bra that obscured everything but
hid nothing, she asked, "Are you sure you want this?"


Candi reached out, took the panties back and inserted them
into her mouth, sucking their combined juices from the silk. Then,
she reached out and started to undo Marilyn's jeans, slowly letting
the thong fall out of her mouth.


"I'm not normally this easy, " Marilyn
told her as she shrugged her blouse off and began to undo her bra.


"Me either, " Candi assured her, lowering
the woman's jeans to her knees. She was wearing a black lace thong that shadowed much of
her mound but made it clear that she had recently shaved herself clean.


"And I haven't been with a woman for years, "
the divorcee mentioned, pulling Candid’s t-shirt off over her head.


"Then get ready to lose your mind, " Candi said,
taking the older woman's chin her hand and bringing their mouths together for a soft
gentle kiss. "Because this isn't about making sweet romantic
love, it's about losing control."


And with that, she grabbed Marilyn's shoulders, pressed
her against the wall, and kissed her hard. Candid’s long tongue easily
found its way into the older woman's throat and she twirled it around
in circles there, making the other woman alternately moan with pleasure
and gag on the penetration. Sliding her hand inside the woman's
thong, she wasted no time in moistening her up and sliding two fingers in. She was
pleased to see that Marilyn responded, humping against her hand and clutching
her head closely.


As she felt the older woman's hands move to undo her
bra, Candi dragged her teeth lightly down her throat to her breast.


"Oh god, that feels good!"


The blonde's hands abandoned the bra and found their
way inside the young girl's jeans. They couldn't keep humping
hands in this position with their clothes still partly on, so they mutually abandoned
the attempt. Marilyn grabbed Candi as she herself had been grabbed,
and spun around, slamming the younger girl hard into the wall. She pulled
the bra off the rest of the way and started to devour the young breasts.



"God, I haven't tasted a girl's tits in so
long, " she moaned.


"Fuck, that's so good!" Candi cried out,
and she meant it. Not only was Marilyn sucking on her breasts, but her lips were actually
reaching out and massing the flesh with the strength of fingers, and she
was using the side of her tongue to flick Candid’s burning nipples. "I've
never felt anything like that before."


"Then just wait, " Marilyn growled, taking
her by the hand into not the bedroom, but the bathroom. She had Candi step out of her
jeans and then put on a pair of Marilyn's own dirty bikini panties.
Then, with surprising strength, she hoisted the taller but thinner girl up onto
the counter of the bathroom sink. she pushed her a little farther until
her ass was hanging over the edge of the sink.


Without explaining, she cranked the water and stretched
out the back of Candid’s panties, pushing the girl back and back until
the water was rushing inside her panties, coursing over her ass, and building
up, inside her panties, creating cold pressure on her asshole and pussy.
Not letting her move, Marilyn bent over and begins kissing Candid’s
thighs.


"Oh, you taste so good, honey, " she said.


Practically whimpering with pleasure from the sensation
of the water and the older woman's expert mouth on the sensitive flesh
of her thigh, Candi felt her growing dizzy, needing release. "Please, "
the young girl begged, "get me off."


Marilyn smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
Leaving her in place, Marilyn pulled the panties off, drew the young pussy towards
her, and dove in with mouth and hand. Her strong lips found Candid’s
clit, and her fingers, split like rabbit ears, worked in all crazy directions
inside the girl's warm, wet cunt.


When Candi came for the fourth time that afternoon, she
squeezed her thighs around the older woman's head and let out a long
scream of pleasure. "Marilyn, god, Marilyn, you're incredible."



"Who's Marilyn?" the divorcee asked,
standing up, obviously a little put off all of the sudden.


"You are!" Candi explained. "I've...
Well, I didn't know your name... So I've been calling you Marilyn."


The blond smiled, and her green eyes sparkled. "Well,
my name's Susan."


"Susan, " Candi repeated with a smile as she
sat, naked and spent on the bathroom sink. "Susan, you're incredible."
Then she grinned. "And now it's your turn."


Candi got down, took Susan's hand, and they went to
the bedroom. Candi had her take off her black lace thong and get on all fours
on the bed. Setting herself behind the older woman, Candi eyed the
delicious pussy, and went to work with her long, expert tongue.


It didn't take much for Susan to reach her first orgasm,
but Candi didn't let it go at that. She kept at her with her tongue,
pressing ever deeper, moving in ever wider circles, licking her from
behind.


"Oh fuck, baby, " Susan cried out, humping
back against the girl's face, "I haven't felt like this in years."


Candi grabbed the older woman's ass cheeks and pressed
her tongue even deeper, bringing Susan to her second orgasm. But Candi
wasn't quite ready to let her off the hook yet.


"You have a dildo?" she asked.


"Yes, on the floor of the closet, " Susan told
her, reaching back and fingering her while she waited for her new lover's
return.


Candi got the dildo and looked up at the masturbating 40-something
blonde. "You're so damn sexy, " Candi
told her, feeling like a little girl, but unable to help it.


She returned to the bed, dildo in hand, and rolled Susan
onto her back. The blonde's legs spread lewdly for her, allowing
Candi easy access to her reddening, shaved pussy. Candi took advantage of that
access, plunging the dildo in with both hands, fucking her as hard as she could.
She moved on Susan so that she was laying astride her, doodling her with
one hand and now able to kiss her breasts.


When Susan came for the third time, she begged Candi to stop.
"I'm afraid I can't take anymore right now, " she
said, laughing, sighing, and smiling all at once. "It's been too long."



Candi smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "To
think, we never would have done this if you hadn't been stealing my
panties from the laundry."


Susan looked confused. "What are you talking about?
I've never even seen your panties. You weren't even wearing any when
you came over today."


***


It had been three days since her encounter with Susan, and
Candi was a bit of a wreck. Vida had come home and found Candid’s soiled
panties in the bedroom with the clean clothes, and then found out that
Candi wasn't wearing any panties at all right now, and where had she been
without panties?


Candi tried to protest her innocence, but that hadn't
gone very far. She smelled like sweat and the mixture of her and the older
woman's juices, and she knew it.


So she was worried about her relationship with Vida and
she was even more obsessed with finding out who was messing with her
panties, and on top of those things, she was enamored with Susan. The older
woman's experience in bed was unmistakable, and that she with all her experience
was attracted to Candi made her even more potent. In these three days,
they had already had two more dalliances in Susan's apartment.


But on this third day, Candi came home from work to find her
green satin thong hanging from their doorknob. A glance at the parking
lot told her she was safe, Vida wasn't home yet. She took the panties
in hand, uncoupled them, and felt her stomach sink. They were full
of semen.


"Oh my god, " she said. "A man."



She crumpled the panties up, stuffed them in her pocket,
and entered the apartment as quickly as she could. She froze in her tracks.
Vida was there. Sitting on the couch, looking extremely angry.



"My cars in the shop, remember? I had a lift home."



Candi forced a smile. "Glad you made it!" she
said, trying to be enthusiastic. Vida normally got home two or three hours
later than this. Bad luck that her ride had to get her home earlier than that.



"You know what I found when I got here?"


Another sinking feeling. She knew about the panties. "Um,
no, what?"


Vida’s face was dark. "A woman, " she said.
"A blonde woman, about as old as the two of us put together. I think she has an apartment
here. Do you know what she was doing?"


"Steaming the carpets?"


"She was on our bed, wearing one of your nightgowns,
and fucking her old cunt with my dildo."


"She probably thought it was mine, " Candi
said meekly.


Vida’s eyes flashed. "I have a bag packed and a friend
is coming to pick me up. I'll call you in a week or so to talk about
this."


There was to be no further conversation. Vida would not
allow it. Candi was too angry, too hurt, too confused by her own feelings
to rest easily that night. As she undressed for bed, she found the
panties. She'd forgotten about them. She unfurled them again. Semen,
for God's sake. It was pretty much dried out now? She knew absolutely nothing
about semen, so she didn't know how fresh it would have been to still
be gooey when she got it, but she had a feeling that it must have been pretty recent.



She set the thong on her nightstand. She wasn't interested
in men, but it was always flattering to be desired, and curiosity was
ever her downfall. Candi wondering who had deposited his load in
her thong. and had he liked the smell of her juices on it? Had he tasted them?
Did men do? that?


She knew that they did in stories, and in porn, but she didn't
know if that translated to real life. She'd never really thought
about it. But now she was somewhat curious...


***


She did her laundry on schedule two days later. She hadn't
heard from Vida and Susan were avoiding her, probably out of embarrassment.
When she went to pick up her laundry from the drier, she paused to
peak in through the window. Not much chance of catching the guy in action,
but she could always hope.


And there he was. She could barely see him through the blinds,
and she hoped he couldn't see her at all. But, then again, she
could tell his attention was pretty focused -- and not on the window. He
was rifling through...


"Oh shit, " she said. She had forgotten. She
had one load in the drier, but she had another load that hadn't been able to get
in the washer yet, because they were all taken. The guy was in there, rifling
through her dirty clothes.


He was fairly good looking, a man in his early thirties.
Clean cut by all appearances. Except that he was looking through a strange
young women dirty clothes.


She watched him quietly, entranced by a voyeuristic thrill.
He finally pulled out a pair of panties. He knew what he was doing. He
pulled out a pair that had been wetted with her sexual juices. She had
masturbated herself in those panties while she and Susan watched some
lesbian porn together during their second rendezvous.


The man took the panties in hand, looked nervously at the
door, then took a quick sniff. He rubbed his crotch while he smelled
them, and Candi was surprised to find that arousing. She watched, as fascinated
with her own response as with what he was doing, as the man took the
panties to a corner of the laundry room he apparently thought was private.
Glancing one more time at the door, he unzipped his pants and removed
his cock.


It was not the first time she'd seen a cock, but it was
the first time she had, in person, seen a man stroke his cock. And that's
exactly what he was doing. He smelled her panties, licked her panties,
rubbed them around his face, all while stroking his cock. She watched it harden,
redden, grow long and full. She saw veins start to appear along its shaft,
its head to swell. All while the man breathed in her aroma from her used
panties.


And then, only a couple of brief minutes later, she watched
in amazement as the man took the panties down and started to rub them up
and down his shaft. He closed his eyes, and rubbed harder, faster, rubbing
her dried juices all over himself.


Suddenly, he tensed up, quickly moved the panties to the
tip of his cock, and gritted his teeth. She watched his cock spasm,
until he pulled it away, his sticky white seed stringing between his hardens
and the panties into which he had apparently just shot his load.


He was smiling as he folded the panties up and tossed them
not into her dirty clothes where he'd found them but into her clean
load in the drier. He clearly wanted her to find it.


Surprised to find herself flushed and aroused, Candi realized
that a part of her simply loved having this sort of effect on people.
She loved to make people feel good sexually. She got a thrill from
the power, and that thrill translated into sexual excitement of her own.



She wasn't entirely comfortable with that, but it
empowered her to live on the edge. She took a deep breath and went in to fetch her
laundry before the man had left. She was very conscious of his eyes
on her figure as she bent over to pull her load out of the laundry. She worked
hard to seem oblivious to what he had left her, but as she left she
smiled at him and made sure to exaggerate the feminine roll of her hips.
No harm in giving him a little something extra to think about.


When she got back to the apartment, though, she found herself
dropping the basket and digging through for the panties. She found
them, unfolded them, and found herself staring at the sticky white filling.
To her it was the physical manifestation, not of his manhood, but of
her sexual power over him.


Curious, she reached out a long, elegant finger, dipped
the tip in, and brought it to her mouth. It was just slightly warmer than
room temp, sticker even than it looked, and had a distinctive flavor.
The flavor of sexual attraction. The flavor of sexual power.


She took a bigger scoop on her finger, and sucked it off.
Obsessed with this new measure of her own sexuality, she bypassed the
mediating finger and reached her tongue out, scooping the man's cream
directly from the crotch of her soiled panties.


Before she could think about what she was doing, Candi was
licking and sucking the panties with the vigor she might have a lovely
pussy, all the while fingering herself inside her jeans. Finally overcome,
she undid her jeans, pulled them and her panties down to her ankles, and
sat back on the couch, her legs drawn up, and started rubbing the recently
spermed panties in her cunt.


"God, I'm such a slut, " she moaned aloud.
She wanted more, and she kicked off shoes, jeans, and panties as quick as could.
Free, she went to the bedroom, found the green thong which still was encrusted
with the man's dried semen. She took the fresher panties into her mouth,
tasting his and her fluids together, and sat on the edge of her bed, frigging
herself with the old load.


When she came, she nearly fell off the edge of the bed. She
had had release, but she was not satisfied.


In fact, she stewed for days on what she needed to do. What
she wanted to do. She had never been with a man, had never been interested
in being with a man. But she kept seeing his growing erection in response
to thoughts of her, and that made her waiver.


It was probably two weeks later, having had no further indications
from the man that she finally saw which apartment he lived in.
And she made up her mind.


Candi pulled on a pair of black tights and a tight red sweater,
and went to pay a visit to the man who had appreciated her from a distance.



When she knocked, the man opened the door, his eyes wide.
"Hello?" he stammered.


She gave him a cold look. "We need to talk."


He swallowed hard. "Um, about what?"


And that's when she noticed a woman and a child in the
background. "You hit my car, " she said.


"I did? When? What?"


"You hit my car, " she insisted. "Come,
see."


"Come?"


"Come. Definitely."


"Now?"


"Come now or come never, " she said, pivoting
on her heel and walking away, rolling those hips and swaying that ass again.


He followed, as she knew he would.


She went to her apartment and left the door opening. He followed
her in, as she knew he would.


"So I hit your car?" he asked.


She shut the door. "Have a seat, " she said,
motioning him to the couch. Once he had sat down, she said, "This isn't about
my car."


"Oh?"


"You've been doing something very naughty, "
she said, stepping up close to him. t He stammered again. "What?"


"My panties, " she said, standing right up
in front of him.


He licked his lips. "You know it was me?"


She nodded. "You seem to enjoy them."


He squirmed, said nothing.


"Does your wife know?"


He blanched. "No, she would be crushed."


Candi looked at him, looked at his lap, and knew that more
than anything, she wanted to see him grow erect again. "I
have a question for you, " she said, hooking her fingers under her waistband.



"Yes?" he asked, swallowing hard. His eyes
were on that waistband.


"Do you like how they smell just as much when they're
still on me?" she asked, trembling. The twenty-four year-old brunette
lowered her tights to her knees and literally climbed onto the couch, standing
astraddle him, the crotch of her silver tiger-stripe panties in his face.



"Good god, " he uttered, taking a deep breath,
and sighing with pleasure as she gently pulled his head to her crotch. "Oh, god,
sweetie, you smell so good." She gyrated a little, rubbing her panties
in his face. "Oh, yeah, baby, oh yeah, " he groaned, rubbing his nose
in her crotch. She grabbed his head more firmly and he started kissing her,
licking her panties and sucking on her crotch. With one hand he massaged
her amazing young ass and with the other he started rubbing his crotch.



Candi found that she loved the strength of his hand gripping
her backside and feel of his masculine face in her lap. She spread
her legs a little more, allowing him even easier access. The hand
with which he had been rubbing himself suddenly went up to her, and he started
to squeeze and fondle her through her panties.


"Don't hold back, baby, " she begged.
"Take what you want."


"Fuck, you're hot, " the man said, immediately
wrestling her panties down to her knees where her tights were. He looked at her. "You
have a very pretty pussy."


The compliment, naturally, hit deep inside her and she
scraped her nails along the back of his head, pulling him into her. He gripped
her ass, pulling her up to him. Her knees were resting on his shoulders
as his mouth worked roughly over her cunt. His fingers sunk deep
in her soft ass, bruising her in his passion. He was inexpert compared to
any woman she'd been with, but his desire was overwhelming. He was man-handling
her, but to her surprise she loved it. She knew that as the focus of
so much passion, she was the one really in control, not him, despite
the strength with which he held her.


Candi reached down, felt the man's crotch. He was hard
inside his pants. She had done that to him. The realization that she
had just transformed this man's body sent a thrill through
her whole body, and she climaxed, crying out and squeezing her thighs in on his
face.


Panting and still shaking, she extricated herself from
his grasp, and began licking her juices off his face. As she did she unzipped
his pants. It took a little nerving, even amidst this flurry of passion,
but she reached inside and wrapped her cool fingers around his
member. He was hot to the touch, harder than she'd imagined. She could
feel his pulsing lust.


"You're so hard, " she purred as she kissed
him on the mouth. His mouth was firmer, rougher than a woman's, but his tongue
was larger than most she'd tasted, and she loved the way it filled her mouth.



He was still caressing her naked ass and thighs as she sat
next to him, kissing his face and stroking his hardening cock. She finally
plucked it free of his pants, and her eyes went wide. In person, the
color and heat of it was incredible.


"You feel good, baby?" she asked him, stoking
him slowly.


"Better than ever, " he said, eyes closed and
head thrown back.


She leaned over him and let a long line of saliva drool out
of her mouth onto the head of his cock. She watched excitedly as it twitched
under her attention and a plop of clear fluid came out. She used the
fluid to lube his tip up.


"You want to feel even better?" she asked.


His face flushed. "Are you going to give me a blow job?"



"I could, " she said, "but I'll give
you another option." She stood, and peeled her tights and panties the rest of the way off.


She left her tight sweater on. "You see, " she
said, "I've never been with a man before."


She scooted to the end of the couch, hunching over and presenting
her rear entrance to him. "In fact, I've never even
had a dildo before, " she added, looking back at him through her hair which now fell
over her face. She loved the way his eyes widened and his breathing grew
more shallow. "Would you like to change that?"


"Holy fuck, " he swore, staring at her pussy
from behind as he pulled his shoes off awkwardly and then his pants and boxers. He got
behind her, and reached in to feel and see if she was ready. She was plenty
wet, but she was glad he used his big fingers inside her first, because
she was a little afraid of taking his whole cock inside her.


Candi closed her eyes and moaned as the man's strong,
rough fingers loosened her up a little. She rocked back and forth, and
suddenly she felt it. Pressure at her entrance. Then more pressure. A little
more. And then she screamed as she felt her lips peeled aside as he
plunged into her depths. Her fluids gushed out down her legs, and she continued
to scream, loving the feel of his warm strength filling her and massing
her walls from the inside.


"Oh, god, fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, humping
back against him.


"Oh, honey!" he grunted. "Your pussy
feels so good!"


"Don't stop!" she begged, rocking harder
and harder. "I love your cock!"


"You're so beautiful draped over the arm of the
couch like that, " he told her, massaging her ass. "Your body is so gorgeous."



She strained to look back at him, loved the way his passion
was turning his face read. "Is my pussy tighter than your wife's?"
she asked, panting.


"Fuck yeah, " he said.


"Do you like my body better than you like hers?"



"Oh yeah."


"Do I make you feel better than she does?"


"Yes."


"Are you going to think of me every time your wife gives
you a blowjob?"


"Yes."


"Every time you start to fuck your wife, and you feel
her pussy are you going to have to pull out because it doesn't feel like
mine?"


"Oh god, honey."


She started to add a little roll into her rocking.


"God, honey, " he said again, "you're
incredible."


"Are you ever going to be able to have sex again without
comparing it? me?"


"No, holy fuck, no."


"Than fuck me like a man!" she demanded, throwing
herself back into him as hard as she could.


He moved faster, harder, at a more upward angle. She felt
her walls begin to swell and her body started to tense. She felt his
thrusts grow more deliberate, but more aggressive at the same time.



"I'm going to cum, " he warned her, gripping
her ass even tighter. "I'm going to cum."


"Fill my pussy, baby! Fill my tight, twenty-four
year-old cunt with your cum! Drain that monster cock of yours!"


"Oh, god, oh god..."


"Don't bother leaving any for your wife. Give
it all to me, baby. Give it to me!"


And his fingers dug down practically to bone, his thrusting
stopped deep, deep inside her, and she felt his cock pulse and jerk,
and as it did, it brought her over the top, and she too came, collapsing
forward on the arm of the couch. She felt his warm seed fill her, and then
dribble back down her thighs. It was thick and sticky, but it still trickled
a little.


After waiting a moment to catch her breath and let her body
calm down, she turned around and saw him sitting there, his cock sagging,
and his eyes glued on her backside.


"You're so beautiful, " he said again.
"Thank you, that was incredible."


Candi smiled and blushed with the praise. "Thank
you, " she said, pulling her sweater off over her head finally. She was wearing
no bra underneath and the material had rubbed her nipples to arousal.
"You've opened me up to a whole new kind of experience... literally..."



She reached down and touched his cock. She saw it quiver.
Curious, she crawled over to him, totally naked now, and reached her
tongue out to lick his cock. She tasted his semen and her juices on it, and she
liked the way its substance felt. She licked it again, and loved the way
that made him moan. She opened her lips, and took the tip of him into her
mouth. As she sucked gently on it and massaged it with her lips, her tongue
swirling about it, she felt it harden again, responding to her with
desire.


And she knew that, somewhere along the line, she had grown
to love sex, and that she no longer cared if it was with a woman or a man.
She simply loved the way it made her feel to give someone this kind of
physical pleasure.


She slid him deep into her mouth, then gagged on his girth
in her throat, pulling off and leaving a trail of saliva behind.
"My names Candi, " she said, going down to place kisses on the
side of his shaft. She was almost able to curl her long tongue around its circumference.



"I'm Mark, " he said, his voice trembling.



She blew on him and watched as he began to harden again before
his eyes. "Thanks, Mark, for stealing my panties, "
she purred before taking him in her mouth again.


"Fuck, you're, oh fuck, you're well- oh
god, honey

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very good well written with a surprise ending

12/27/2010

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Lovely story very hot and erotic. has my cock harder than
a ton of steel ready to explode like fireworks on the fourth
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12/28/2010

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That was one heck of a story and had a great ending. Thanks
and keep your stories coming.

12/29/2010

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great imagination keep them cumming.

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