Candy's Crush

I tossed my bag on the dining room table and ran down the hall to my room, shouting a hello to my Mom on the way past. I slammed the door behind me, and started to strip, wondering what to wear to the mall.

I was going to meet Toni and Susan over at the mall to scope guys. Brad McKenzie, and Ian Thorpe were supposed to be going there this afternoon and I wanted to impress Ian.

I dumped my clothes on the floor and opened my closet, trying to figure out the right image for the mall. I wanted Ian to ask me out Friday, so I had to be particular. I wanted to look sexy without looking slutty.

I gazed at my image in the mirror, standing up straight and throwing my chest out. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across my lip sexily. Wouldn’t he love to get a look at this, I thought, grinning to myself.

I was lucky, or maybe just more secure than most of my girlfriends. Even Toni was always worrying about being too fat or something, even though she looked perfect to me. I never had to diet though. I liked my body fine, and never seemed to put on weight.

I slid my hands under my breasts, feeling their firmness. I’d seen older women naked in changing rooms, and lots of them had saggy breasts. I wondered if mine would get like that someday.

Right now they were as firm as could be. They didn’t sag even the tiniest bit, even if I didn’t wear a bra.

I turned sideways, posing again. Not bad, I thought. Debbie’s are a lot bigger, but hers were kind of gross. They had these huge fat brown nipples that seemed kind of lopsided and oval, like an egg. My nipples were tiny pink dots at the very centre of my twin mounds.

I fingered them, sliding my fingertips back and forth to get them to harden. It only took a second. My breasts, and my nipples in particular, were extremely sensitive. Sometimes that was good, like when a guy was feeling me up nice.

Sometimes it was bad, like when I was wearing something thin and some guy made some snotty remark.

I sighed and dropped my hands, gazing into the closet hopelessly. What to wear, what to wear. I pulled out a white mini-dress. It was kind of cutesy, but the skirt was high enough to attract any guys eye. I put it aside as a possible.

I pulled out my green shirt. I looked great in dark green. It set off my thick brown hair. I swirled my hair as I held the shirt in front of my chest. It looked good.

My hair was a kind of light, almost reddish brown colour. Toni had suggested I dye it blonde like she’d done, but now way was I going to become another bleached blonde.

Besides, my hair was long, it hung down around my back in a graceful, silky stream. It would be a huge pain to dye it and keep the roots blonde. Anyway, I liked the way I looked now. I knew the boys did too.

I remembered that day last month when I’d walked up to the front door at school. There was a low stone wall on one side and half a dozen guys were sitting there. They all looked up as I approached and followed me with their eyes.

I was wearing a thin white shirt and a tiny micro mini skirt. I knew damn well what was going on behind every one of their eyes.

Then as I passed them, they’d all grabbed their chests dramatically and keeled over backwards, falling off the wall. I’d been stunned, and then giggled uncontrollably as they all lay there pretending to be dead. Yes, I knew damn well what the boys thought of my looks.

I pulled the shirt on and looked at its effect. Yes, I thought. I’ll wear this. I took it off and opened my underwear drawer. I took out a matching set of pink, half bra, and bikini panties, then hesitated. I put them back and removed a black pair.

The panties were string bikini’s and I felt really sexy when I wore them. I stepped into the panties, pulling them up snug so they hugged my soft buttocks. Then I pulled the bra on, adjusting my breasts in the twin cups until it fit properly.

I put on the shirt then, buttoning it up, and then pulled out my white pants. They were causal, but not jeans or cords. They were very thin, which would go well, because it was sort of warm out.

The good thing about them though, was that anyone looking more than casually, would be able to see the dark image of my panties through them.

This was a real turn on for the guys, according to my sister Sandra. It wasn’t slutty or anything. After all, they weren’t really seeing anything. The sight of my shadowy bikinis underneath the fabric though, would turn on Ian, at least I hoped so.

Besides, the pants were nicely tight. They didn’t pinch or squeeze like my tighter jeans, but they fit like a second skin, which would show Ian what a nice ass I had, as well as accent my thin waist.

I stepped into a pair of green tennis shoes, and then got some money from my desk. I wasn’t going to buy much besides a drink and maybe some chips, but I liked to keep enough money on me to buy something special if it appeared during my mall crawling.

I brushed out my glossy hair for a few seconds, and then checked my watch. It was three-thirty! I had to hurry if I was going to pick up Toni and then make it to the mall before the guys left.

I ran back down the hall and through the living room, yelled a goodbye to my Mom, and ran out the apartment door. I made it halfway down the hall before she opened the door again and yelled after me. Shit!

“What?” I demanded, hurriedly.

“Be home for supper at six.” she said.

“Okay, okay!”

I paced back and forth in front of the elevators for several seconds, and almost jumped inside when the door of one opened. I stabbed the button for the basement several times as the doors were closing. As soon a they opened again I ran out and opened the door to the garage.

I jumped into my jeep and started it up quick, almost flooding it. I glanced around quickly and then stomped on the gas, so the jeep shot forward down the lane toward the doors.

I loved this car. It was a present to me on my sixteenth birthday. It was a bright cherry red, and had thick bucket seats in the front, and could carry six people in back if they were close together. There was a roll bar that looked sexy, and a long antenna in the back for... wait for it, a CB Radio.

My parents had really gotten me that because it means they could contact me even if there was no network signal. This car was a real status symbol at school.

I turned on the Music as I passed Gerard street, and turned onto Clancy. Actually, I was surprised Toni hadn’t called me. I was ten minutes late and she wasn’t usually very patient.

There she was up ahead, standing at the foot of her driveway. The tires screeched a little as I pulled up beside her. She raced around to the other side and jumped in, and I took off.

“Where were you Candy? Shit. We’re going to be late.”

“Maybe not. Anyway, I couldn’t decide what to wear.”

“Me neither.”

“That looks nice.”

“You think so?”

She was wearing a denim mini and a white shirt. The shirt accented her big boobs.

“I wish You’d have put the top up Candy. My hairs going to shit.” she complained.

“Don’t worry. The bleach won’t blow away.” I grinned.

“Oh, Ha, ha, ha.”

Toni’s hair was only shoulder length. You’d think it would be easier to look after than mine, but no, she fussed at it constantly. She needn’t have. All the boys talked about, when they mentioned her was her chest. Toni had really big titties. I’d seen them in the shower at school, and they looked even bigger naked.

They were almost as big as Debbie’s, but were a lot nicer looking. I wondered how she stood up straight with all that weight.

“Think Brian will be there?” she asked.

“I don’t know, maybe. I just hope Ian will be there.”

“You think he’ll ask you out Friday?”

“I hope so.”

“You could always go with Ken.”

“Give me a break!” I exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“You know what’s wrong with him. Wasn’t it you complaining he practically tried to tear your boobs off when you went out last month?”

“Well, you don’t have to go out of the gym with him. Just meet him at school, and drive to the restaurant and then say you have to be home early.”

“You do it.”

She shook her head. “Not after last month.” she sniffed.

“Well then don’t try to get me to go out with him.”

“He’s not gonna try and fuck your boobs like he did mine.”

“How do you know.”

“Your boobs aren’t big enough.”

“They are too. Not everybody’s as humongous as you are you know.”

“I know that Candy. It’s just that guys see my tits and they go all crazy. They want to play with them all fuckin’ night.”

I nodded, my mind flashing back to my last date. I was at the drive-in with Tommy Harper. I had let him unbutton my shirt all the way to the waist, and then unhitch my bra. I’d been terrified at first that somebody would look in and see me with my boobs hanging out, but Tommy had put his mouth on my breasts, right over my nipples, and alternately sucked one, then the other.

The feeling of his tongue and lips around my nipples had made me just about as hot as I’ve ever been with a guy. Oh, other guys had felt me up before, but they’d been comparatively clumsy, squeezing on my poor titties for all they were worth.

Tommy had worked on them gently, caressing them with his fingers, and licking and suckling them so they hardened and throbbed. My pussy had fired up too, and I hadn’t even pretended to stop him when his hand had slid down into my jeans, into my panties, and cupped my bare pussy.

That was the first time, I’d ever let a guy touch my pussy inside my panties.

The feeling had been like an electric shock. It was amazing how different it felt to have someone else’s fingers touch my pussy. I had almost cum right there in his palm.

He had worked my pants down over my hips while still suckling on my titties.

His hand squeezing gently on my little fur covered mound. I had found myself losing control, sighing, moaning silly little words, groaning each time his teeth grinded gently along my erect nipples.

Then his searching fingers had found my clitty. That hypersensitive little piece of flesh that only my own fingers had ever before touched. My blood raced faster and faster as he squeezed and rubbed it, and then my body had simply exploded.

My head had banged back and forth against the car seat. My hands had grabbed both his head, pulling it harder into my chest, and his hand, jamming it into my crotch. My pussy had spasmed and quaked, and I had convulsed in an orgasmic seizure.

It wasn’t my first, but it was my first with a boy. I had almost lost control of my senses for a little while. By the time I had finally recovered, Tommy had my pants off, and was just getting my panties off my ankles. I had pushed him away, and pulled them up again.

We had argued. He seemed to think he had a right to fuck me because I’d had an orgasm. I did feel guilty about not letting him fuck me, but shit, I was a virgin, and I didn’t want my first time to be in a friggen car.

Besides, he had no protection and I wasn’t on anything. In the end I’d jerked him off, liked I’d done a few times with boys. It was amazing how hard, and how soft a guys cock could get at the same time.

I’d slid my fingers up and down it, pumping it, rubbing the underside of the little helmet like head, where it was most sensitive. Then, because I was feeling guilty, I decided to try giving him a blowjob.

I’d never blown a guy before, though Sandra and Toni both had, and had told me about it. I knew a lot of girls did it. Without any warning, I’d scooted backward, then bent down with my face over his cock.

I took a deep breath, and then opened my mouth. The cockhead felt even softer between my lips than it had in my hands. I swallowed the head, and squeezed my lips closed around it. I sucked in my cheeks, and swirled my tongue around and around the head as Tommy groaned with delight.

Then I slid my lips very slowly downward, allowing inch after inch of his cock into my mouth. It tasted funny, kind of salty and sweaty. It wasn’t the greatest taste in the world, but it wasn’t horrible. I slid my lips down until his cockhead pushed against the back of my mouth, then pulled up.

I sucked in my cheeks, and slid my lips up and down, bobbing my head, letting my lips massage his prick. I slid my lips all the way up, over the round head and off, so the cockhead pressed right against my closed lips.

Then I’d opened my mouth and swallowed him, his cock sliding smoothly past my lips and into my mouth once again. He had all but screamed, and his sperm had shot out of the end of his cock and into my mouth.

I found my mouth suddenly full of liquid, and automatically swallowed it.

I sighed and turned into the parking lot of the mall. It had been okay, even exciting. A couple of more dates like that and I probably would have given in and screwed him. But he’d had a date with Debbie the next time, and she’d done everything he’d asked, and then some. What a slut!

Anyway, I’d gone to the clinic to get my own pills. I’d decided to get rid of my cherry and I wanted it to be with the right guy, like Ian.

I parked and took out the phone, locking it in the little locker hidden under the back seat. Then me and Toni went into the mall.

There were piles of kids around, more importantly, there were piles of guys.

Toni nudged me and inclined her head toward this big blonde guy leaning against the railing. His pants were incredibly tight, and his buns were awe inspiring.

She giggled, as we walked past, and the guy turned around and gave us the once, then twice over. I smiled, but kept walking. It was Ian I was after right now.

We met up with Susan and wandered up and down the halls, eyeing the boys, and letting them eye us. Some cute guys whistled at us when we passed Burger King, and Susan and Toni had turned and licked their lips at them.

“There he is!” Toni said, pointing up ahead.

Ian was standing with Mike and Joey near the record store. We walked over to them. Ian was looking the other way until we were a few feet away. Then he turned and his eyes skipped past Susan and Toni onto me.

I thrilled inwardly. Ian was a hot guy. He was quarterback of the football team, which meant he was strong and well built, without being humongous like most of the others. He also had a really cute face, with short brown hair.

Everybody said hi, and we talked about Mr. Fredericks, our Math teacher, and then about the latest videos on TikTok. After just the right amount of time, I said I was going to get a drink and wandered over to the restaurant alone. This was the chance for Ian to approach me if he wanted to.

I had bought the drink, which was sitting on the counter as the guy got my change, when I saw Ian approaching from the corner of my eye. I was careful not to let on that I’d seen him, let alone was hoping he’d come over. I picked up my drink, and then, just at the right time, turned quickly and started walking.

Of course I banged right into him. I didn’t spill anything of course since I’d planned it. But my soft, breasts cushioned the collision between our chests, and resulted in a definite reddening on his face.

“I’m sorry!” I apologised.

“No, no. It’s my fault.” he said.

“You getting a drink too?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Of course I stuck around while he ordered it.

“Uh, by the way... You going to the dance at school Friday?” he asked.

“I might go with Toni. Nobodies asked me yet.”

“Want to go with me?”

He blurted it out so quickly I almost didn’t hear it, even though I was listening for it.

“Yeah, okay.” I said, determinedly casual.

“Uh... okay... I’ll drive okay?”

“Sure.”

You don’t know how lucky you are. I thought. We went back to the group, where Toni gave me a questioning look and I grinned at her. She grinned back.

I was already thinking about where we could do it. Too bad my parents wouldn’t be cooperative and go out that night. But there was always a nice secluded beach or maybe a field, something romantic like that.

“Why not in his car?” Toni asked on the way home.

“That’s too gross. All sweaty and yucky.” I complained.

“That’s where I did it the first time.”

“You were only thirteen. You didn’t know any better.”

“That’s were I did it the last time!” she snapped.

“And look what it got you; Fucked in the tits.”

“And you think Ian will be better cause he’s on a beach or something? Get real.”

In the next few days I picked out three different spots we could do it in, had my hair done, reread my mother’s sex manual; the one at the bottom of her third drawer under her old sweaters, and picked out my outfit.

I’d decided to wear my denim mini-dress. It was loose enough for him to get his hand up under the skirt easy enough, and it had a zipper right down the front that would let me take it off and put it back on again in a second.

It was already Thursday night. I closed my door and locked it. This time tomorrow night, I thought. My body shivered in response. I stripped for bed. I always slept naked, and couldn’t help opening the closet and looking at myself again.

I wondered if I’d look different tomorrow night. I slid my hand caressingly up and down my soft skin. I tweaked my nipples alive, then slid my hand down between my legs and squeezed my mound.

I knew I’d never get to sleep unless I jerked off. My bed was only a couple of feet from the closet. I sat back on the edge, spreading my legs and bringing my feet up onto the edge beside my hips. My crotch was open and visible in the mirror as I slid my fingers up and down alongside the dark outline of my little slit.

I rubbed my hands over my breasts, squeezing them repeatedly, especially the nipples. I pulled my legs further apart, and put my palm over my cunt, squishing it.

It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Tommy had done it last week, but it felt pretty good.

I dipped a finger between my pussy lips. They were so tight and strong I could barely get it inside. I wiggled it around, trying to loosen up my cunt opening. I wondered how Ian would ever get his cock inside me tomorrow if my pussy lips were like this.

I felt for my little clitty, then squeezed lightly, and started to rub over it with my fingers. My lower body began to hum and throb with heat as my pussy ignited. I stuck a finger between my pussy lips, feeling the wetness there now as I rubbed my thumb over my clit.

I could see down between the mounds of my titties, like through a mountain valley, as my fingers danced around in my crotch. I could also see the hard pointed little nipples atop each breast, standing up proudly on the swollen sack of fleshy meat.

My mind fantasized about Ian fucking me, pictured him with a big hard cock pounding away between my legs as I cried out in bliss. My fingers dug into my pussy, shoving up inside me to my cherry. I humped my lower body up and down, bouncing it on the mattress as my sexual heat spiralled higher.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps as the heat oozed upward through my belly to my chest, then flared out in my pulsing breasts. My nipples were so hard I could feel them dig into my palms like pebbles, or pencil erasers as I ran my hand across them.

I put both hands on my breasts, spreading the fingers as wide apart as possible to completely envelope my hardened titties. Then I squeezed. I wasn’t gentle, or soft, or caressing. I squeezed as tightly as possible, mashing my tit meat up, squashing and bruising it, squeezing the meat together.

It was like squeezing warm bags of water. My tit meat oozed out around and through my fingers as the heat spewed out through my nipples. I gasped in both pain and pleasure as my fingers encircled my tit meat and twisted it around sideways.

My blanket was one of those rough wool ones, the kind that scratch and irritate the skin. I’d been lying on the comforter, but now I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor, then flopped down on my belly across the rough blanket.

I grabbed the far end of the bed at the other side, and pulled, dragging myself across. I let all the weight come down on my swollen tit mounds, rubbing them against the rough surface as I pulled myself over.

My tits sparkled and spasmed with rippling, tearing heat and pain. My nipples were scratched as if by sandpaper. When I sat up, my belly and titties were a bright red. I rubbed my pussy against the blanket then, feeling its harshness bring the storm of my orgasm closer.

I pushed my ass up off the bed, spreading my legs apart wider still as I supported my lower body while my hands circled around and around my pussy mound. My upper body was supported on my head and shoulders as I bowed my body upward. I dropped my ass back onto the bed and then pulled my feet up and back.

I pulled my left leg way up against my chest, and used my hands to pull it up further, so my foot was actually behind my head. That was easy. It was harder then to get the other leg up, and the other foot behind my head. I managed it though, so I was looking through my legs at my flaring cunt pit.

My tits were squashed between my legs and my ribcage as I gazed at the source of bodily fire only inches from my face. I put my hands on my buttocks and rubbed them up and down across the soft skin, then framed my pussy slit and gaze at it in the mirror.

The sight almost made me drool. Wouldn’t the guys at school love to see this, I thought. I slid my fingers over my clit again, rubbing vigorously as I caressed my cuntslit. I could feel my climax approaching. The sex feeling was permeating my body from head to toes.

Then my eyes fastened on my asshole, winking partly open just below my cuntslit. I slid my thumb across the opening, then did it again. It produced a strange, added pleasure to the feelings flying back and forth inside me.

I pushed my finger against the little opening, then pushed harder. I watched, fascinated as my finger slid into the little round hole. I could feel my asshole walls clinging to the little digit as it moved into me. They both resisted and sucked on the little intruder as I pushed it down deep, past the first joint, past the second, right to the knuckle.

I swallowed several times, fighting back the cum that was hovering just above me. I wiggled the finger back and forth in my asshole, feeling my soft warm insides. My cum was a high tower that surrounded me. It was like a storm, like a hurricane that circled around me at its calm eye.

I rocked back and forth, my fingers working away softly, my legs squishing and pushing against my chest, and my eyes feasting on my lewdly displayed form in my closet mirror.

Then the swirling wall collapsed, falling in upon me, crushing me from all sides. My superheated body exploded in a blinding flare of energy that sent shudders and pulsing, spasming waves of fuck cum rippling through my body.

It was still hard for me to get to sleep later. I had to reach my hands down twice more to bring myself off before I finally drifted off.

The next morning, my pussy started to throb almost as soon as I woke up. It was like Christmas morning, only worse. My mind and body were filled with both apprehension, and anticipation as I continually wondered about what it would be like tonight with Ian.