Candy Apple

“No, I mean, I don’t believe you’re not a girl, just cuz you’ve got one of those. You came in here and your name was Candy, and you seemed quite like a girl, I’d say. Do boys usually dress like that, talk like that, and wag their little behinds around like that?”

“No, no, but I “

“But you did those things, exactly. So you’re a girl.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could he possibly be that dumb? For a second, I wondered if that be the case, and then I noticed that my bulge was, well, a bulge. Had I got myself up with Candy’s ass?

“Besides,” he said, and in one motion, undid his belt and dropped his pants, and a second later the guest did too, “these are cocks. That’s just a little toy.”

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Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 21:12:24 -0400
From: majalistic@gmail.com
Subject: Candy Apple – Part 1 (TG)

The plan was perfect. Mr. Creavy lived across the street from me,
alone with his infant daughter. It was well known that, being a lecherous
man, he would hire attractive, female baby sitters for his daughter (when
he needed no such service) so that he could view the girls in his own home
at his leisure. Depending on how much he liked the view, he’d tip the
girls excessively. I had heard rumors that for one night of baby-sitting,
one girl received over six hundred dollars. No girl ever returned twice,
probably feeling icked out by having Creavy leer at them.

I would have no such qualms.

It wasn’t my idea, per se, but came as a combination of two ideas:
one, from my brother, that I was born very feminine, with wide hips, a
feminine face, a thin waist, and long, nearly hairless legs. He always had
made fun of me for those things, but now I could put it to good use. The
other was from my friend, Arthur, who suggested that if a girl were to give
him a very, very good show (wearing an outfit that no girl would be willing
to wear, because of their reputation), he might pay them even more, in the
hopes that they would, indeed, return.

And so Candy Apple was born.

I needed the money for a new car, a stylish old-school T-bird that I
could ride around in to pick up chicks. I certainly didn’t care if
Mr. Creavy looked at me “the wrong way” so I could leech tons of cash off
of him. It was almost too good to be true.

I waxed all my body hair off, put on shiny blue lipgloss, made up my
face a bit (mascara and all; I did my research), and even took the time to
build up some “assets.” I already had blonde hair and blue eyes what luck!
. Ate twinkies and the like for a month, worked out a bit (but not much, so
as to not become too muscular), and wham, had a nice round little tush to
offset my hips. I could work it off once I had made my fortune.

Looking in the mirror, wearing what was basically a maid outfit; thigh
high stockings with a garter, a short, poofy skirt that hardly passed my
underwear(lacy white, of course), a padded bra, a petticoat, six-inch
fuck-me heels and my hair(grown long) put up into pigtails with bows.
There were bows everywhere, on my stockings, the hem of my skirt, there was
a bow on my back, and even one on the front of my panties (which I planned
for him to get an eyeful of). If I didn’t know about the hidden secret
tucked in my panties, I’d say I was incredibly fuckable.

He needed a babysitter on Friday, and using the voice of Candy, I
called up to take the job. He told me the basics, wear “comfortable”
clothing, try to have fun, yadda yadda. He just wanted a nice view of some
cute little ass. He was gonna see Candy’s heart-shaped butt and go wild.
I’d be rich. I snuck out of my house at eight, and nobody knew where I was
going to be. Nobody could see me go or return as Candy.

When he opened the door, I cocked my head to the side and said giddily
‘Hi, I’m Candy! Candy Apple!” He was a tall, gruff man, with large hands
and a thick body. He looked at me with a smile that I could only describe
as “mmm, dinner’s here and it’s perky.” I walked, putting one-foot in
front of the other, swaying my hips side to side, past him, and noticed
that he had a few guests. I looked around for something to “grab my
attention,” and saw a big blue vase up high in the corner of the room,
which was perfect. I skipped over to it, and said “Oooo, Mr. Creavy,
where’d you get this pretty vase?,” as I lifted my heels even further up,
perked up my butt and basically gave everyone a view of a round, bent over
ass, and long, semi-crossed legs. I made sure no one could see the
“package” bulging out around the bottom by crossing my legs slightly
tighter. I looked back over my shoulder at Creavy, and one pigtail swung
behind my neck, and I saw that him and his guests had quite the
expressions.

And slowly growing bulges in the areas near their crotches.

Looking at Mr. Creavy, who even licked his lips, I knew Candy was
going to be tonight’s furious masturbation fantasy for all of these
friends, and there was a certain satisfaction in that. I put my hands on
my knees, heard a low moan, and shook my erection maker, while “looking at
the vase.” I knew I was gonna have more money than Caesar.

“Well, Candy, I got that in Bangkok. One girl took a big liking to
me, and gave me that vase, and a lot of good memories.”

He smirked at me, and I glanced down quickly at the slowly growing
mound in his pants. They were stretched quite a bit, and I realized that I
probably couldn’t even produce that large of an effect, and I really wasn’t
“small” at all. I smiled back and bit my lip, and felt somewhat
uncomfortable, knowing what was on everyone’s mind. Half of me wanted to
leave, but half of me said “let em look. Get an eyeful, boys, Candy is
everything you want.”

“So, where’s the little bundle of joy,” I said with heavy breath, and
glanced down at the bulge, and back up to his face. I saw in my peripheral
vision the “bundle” make a little jump, and Mr. Creavy chuckled.

“Oh, she’s just upstairs, in the far room on the right.”

“Gotcha, mister,” I said, and scampered off towards the staircase.
When I got to the staircase I paused for a couple of seconds and waited for
the “guests” to get to their positions for the show they knew they couldn’t
miss. I took each step slowly, crossing my legs a bit, and bending
slightly at the waist. Each step gave them a full view of Candy’s moon,
and while I was pretty embarrassed about it, I knew it was worth it. About
seven steps up, I “tripped” on my heels, though I had been practicing for
weeks, and was on my hands and knees. The reaction was perfect, and I
could feel the dollar-total raising, along with something else entirely.
Someone even let out a wolf-whistle, and I was worried someone might run up
and give me a slap on the cheek before I stood up. I had decided
beforehand that I might get a pinch or a slap, and I had steeled my ass for
it. Money was money. Candy’s ass would make me a fortune.

When I got to the top of the staircase, I bounced once more, and then
walked out of sight, and started to walk casually again. I walked to the
far right room, there were four in total, and a window at the end. There
was a long carpet that went back down the stairs, and it all felt kind of
cozy. I walked into the room, which was dark; I assumed the kid was
asleep, so I just felt my way around in the room and took a seat somewhere.

I was reflecting on the whole fiasco, amused by the way that I could
control fellow guys with just hips, leg and ass, and a pretty smile, and a
cute haircut, when someone opened the door. Looking over, it was
Mr. Creavy and one of the guests from before, and I could hear the other
guests downstairs playing some kind of drinking game. Mr. Creavy said
“gonna check on the darling” back down the stairs, and I remembered that I
was supposed to be baby-sitting but I hadn’t actually checked on the baby
yet. In the darkness, I rushed over to the crib and bent over the side,
giving Mr. Creavy more bang for his buck. He turned the light on and saw
me sitting there, somewhat concerned, looking back over my shoulder while
my tush gave him the big “hello.”

“Whatcha doin’ over there, sweetheart?”

I replied flirtatiously, “oh, just checking on the bundle of joy.”

He coughed a laugh, and closed the door behind him. He locked it with
a key which he then put in his pocket, which I didn’t think of much.

“Oh, the baby will be fine,” he said, walking next to me, “she’s over
with her mother.”

He put his hand on my ass cheek, which bothered me more than I thought
it would, and I tried in my confused state to figure out what he meant. I
looked in the crib; it was empty.

“There are other bundles you can attend to, if you’d like,” he said,
and rubbed his hand down my thigh.

I spun around and shook my head, and whapped myself a few times with
the pigtails in the process.

“Oh! Oh, no, that’s okay,” I said.

“I insist!” he said, and he took my hand in his. His guest, I
realized, was now to the other side of me. They were gesturing me over to
a chair. Both men were much larger than me, and I felt intimidated.

“That was quite the show you put on out there, lass,” said the unnamed
guest. “I was wantin’ ta see ya backstage, if you know what I mean.”

This was getting out of control, and they had sat me down in the
seat. It had a high back, but there was only the rim. I decided to cut
their advances short. I realized why the girls didn’t come back.

“Wait, wait, I’m a boy!” I said, in Candy’s cute, breathy voice. I
couldn’t, for some reason, find my own voice in the state I was in.

The guest looked suspicious, but Creavy kept smiling. The guest said
“what’s this lass on about, Creavy?”

“She thinks she’s a boy,” he said, “just cuz she’s got a willy.”

The guest laughed. “A willy, ya say? Interesting.”

“Well, go on, prove it.” said Creavy. I didn’t quite understand it,
but I did know that Creavy was straight as an arrow, and wouldn’t want to
see my bone just for kicks.

“All right, here,” I said, still in Candy’s voice, and I stood up.
Creavy put his hand on my shoulder to indicate that was as far as I needed
to go at the moment, and I lifted up my skirt. The bulge was visible, and
though their’s were blocked by male underwear and heavy jeans, my bulge was
still smaller, only blocked by the skimpy lacy panties that I was wearing.
Creavy and the guest looked intently.

Creavy broke the silence. “I don’t believe you.”

I was worried he’d hurt me. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I mean, I don’t believe you’re not a girl, just cuz you’ve got
one of those. You came in here and your name was Candy, and you seemed
quite like a girl, I’d say. Do boys usually dress like that, talk like
that, and wag their little behinds around like that?”

“No, no, but I “

“But you did those things, exactly. So you’re a girl.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could he possibly be that
dumb? For a second, I wondered if that be the case, and then I noticed
that my bulge was, well, a bulge. Had I got myself up with Candy’s ass?

“Besides,” he said, and in one motion, undid his belt and dropped his
pants, and a second later the guest did too, “these are cocks. That’s just
a little toy.”

My heart rose into my throat, and my ass puckered tight. These two
men didn’t have penises, they had anacondas in their boxers. I couldn’t
even speak, and seeing my pretty little girl eyes widen so much must have
made the two of them very happy, because I could see the tips starting to
moisten slowly, which was somewhat terrifying. Mine wasn’t small, but
these were not much less than twice as long, and the thickness! Was it
possible for a man’s penis to be twice the size of an average penis?
Without thinking, I let my mouth hang agape.

“Quite the mouthful, aren’t they?” said Creavy, and I saw him looking
at my lips, and my tongue. I closed my mouth and turned a bit to the side
so he wouldn’t look at my lips anymore.

“If I can’t convince you with that, then what will convince you?” I
said, and my high, pretty voice made them lick their lips. I wanted to go
home.

“Well, you come into my house, and you’re either dishonest with me, or
you tease me, depending on who you take for the truth,” said Creavy,
suddenly diplomatic, and he acted as if he held all the cards because of my
transgressions. He pretty much did. “Either way, I shouldn’t show you
much favor.”

“But if I’m a boy, you won’t want to do anything to me, right?” I
said, and looked back at the humbling spectacle. By god.

He put his hand back on my ass and squeezed a bit. “But I have no way
of knowing you’re a boy without testing you, quite the dilemma.”

I was confused by what he meant by “test.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean to say that there is a way to tell a boy from a girl,” and
here, again, I found myself staring at the thing that I was trying
desperately to keep out of my currently girly-parts, “and it’s just a test.
You see, boys,” he paused, and gestured down at the beast, “men, don’t come
unless they or a lady-friend touch them right there. Can’t do it,” he
said, “just can’t do it.”

And I knew this was true.

“Girls, they come all the time so long as you pump em the right way
and make em feel like girls” he said, and, given my experiences, I also
knew this was true.

“So, all we gotta do is see if ya can come without being touched, and
that makes you a girl, or not, and then you’re a boy and you can go.”

“And if I’m a girl?” I said, knowing that it didn’t really matter.

“We’ll get our money’s worth.” I swallowed hard, and knew that
“money’s worth” meant I’d be doing a lot of hard swallowing, and a lot
more.

“So what’s a fair test?” I said, and accidently said it in a cutesy
voice.

“One quick go,” he said, and put a hand on the thing I knew my girly
parts would soon be able to meet firsthand. I didn’t like it, certainly,
but I knew I was straight, and that I wouldn’t come, and that no one would
ever know but these two stupid fucks. One quick go beats a beating to
death, I’d say, or worse.

“So, lass,” said the guest, and Creavy’s hand felt like it was
branding my cheek with lust the way it was pawing, “up for it?”

I knew I was beat. “Fine, but keep it quiet. If I am a boy, you
don’t want the guys downstairs to find out, right?”

“Right,” said Creavy, conceding, “but only on the condition you do
your duties to the best of your abilities. And, watching that performance
before, I’d say your abilities are pretty good,” he said, turning to the
guest and chortling. “If you insist you’re a boy, and you don’t know this
stuff, then you’ve gotta do whatever we say, if that’s the case, got it?” I
nodded. I was walking away from this with a little more humility,
regardless, I may as well walk away quickly, without a fight.

“Well, I’m gonna get the guys downstairs something to do, probably a
round o’ drinks, and then I’ll be right back, baby,” he said, patting my
ass, and letting his hand fall from it as he walked to the door. “Oh, by
the way, Candy, we’ve got cameras all over the house, so I’ve already got
plenty of dirt on ya. Don’t think about running.”

I had, but now I knew I couldn’t. Even if I did get away, my life was
over if anyone at school found out.

As he closed the door, the guest leaned over to me and whispered.

“Hallo thar, lass, name’s Din. My cock’ll be attending to your pretty
lil’ mouth for this occasion; gee, I wonder how that cute lass voice will
feel, moanin’ aroun’ my log, eh?,” he said, and put a finger up to my lip,
caressed around it, and I wanted to push him off but knew I couldn’t. He
put his other hand firmly in the small of my back, and it felt like he was
completely in control of me.

“Can I ask ye a queshtin, miss?”

“Questions weren’t a part of the deal.”

He looked struck. “Aye, but shuttin’ the fook up and doing what I say
was, wasn’t it, lass? Lemme tell ya somethin’, Creavy may not want to haff
nothin’ to do with boys in pretty girls clothes, and I might neither, but I
have a row of friends, see, and after this test, even if ye are a boy,
they’ll fuck ya clean till morning and you’ll be a boy full o’ good ol’
Irish man-juice. I’ that what ye be wantin’?”

“No!” I said, and felt the bulge of Candy’s jump a bit.

“Well then, can I have a question and a proper apology, if that won’t
be too much to ask?” he said, gesturing around his finger.

I knew what he wanted, and it was time to be Candy in a way I never
thought I’d have to. “Of course you can, Din,” I said, and took his finger
into my mouth, sucked on it a bit. I thought about someone doing it to me
and just tried to do the same, being Candy and all. It was easy, but it
felt gross.

“Well then, meh question is this: will ye be makin’ a mess of the
floor?”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I knew I had to be polite, and
suppressed the urge to say “what was that, you dumb Irish git?” Instead, I
put my hand on his chest and sucked his finger to the knuckle.

“What do you mean, Din, honey?”

“I mean ta say, will you be passing the test with flying colours?
Makin a girl of yourself, messin up the floor?”

Now I knew what he was getting at.

“Do you want me to?” was what I thought he wanted me to say, and I
grinned at him.

“No, not at all, thank ya very mooch! I just bet old Creavy
tree-hunderd dollars that you’d turn out to be a boy, with a nice bottom at
that,” he said, and the hand on the small of my back crept lower, touching
the top of my ass. I started to shake.

“I’m just lookin’ at that toy o’ yours and it looks like you like what
Creavy and I have to offer in spite of yourself, which makes ya a lass. Is
that the case, bitty? I want to cancel my bet now if you know I’ll lose.”

“No, I’m not a girl,” I said, “but I’ll be one for you just this
once,” I said, wiggling my butt a bit. I wanted so badly to just leave and
deal with the kid’s at school rather than shake my money-maker for this
twat, but I didn’t see that as a valid option.

“Aight then, lass. Ready for your meal?” he said, and walked over to
pick up a stool. He told me to sit down in the chair, and lean forward, so
that “yer arse is a nice, tantalizing meal, see?” My ass was a meal. This
was not ideal.

He put the stool down in front of the chair and stood up on it. I
arched my back, to make my ass a prize to behold, I’ll admit, and I squared
off my shoulders, put my head forward, and put my knees together. I didn’t
even notice until I had everything perfect that his massive sausage was now
level with my face, with him being on the stool. I blinked at it.

“I’m gonna ask ya just two more questions. Do you want to suck me
off, or do ya want me to make luv to Candy’s wee lips?” I thought about
it, and knew that I wasn’t ready to go to town on a guy’s dick. I’d let
him have his way.

“I’ll open my mouth, and you put in whatever you want, babe.”

“Right then!,” he said, “and the second question, do you want me feed
ya, have ya suckle on mah cock until you’ve had yer fill like a good little
lass, or do you want meh tah cream on ya face like a good little whore?”

On my face, obviously, I thought.

“Before you answer, I want you to know that you’re gonna have to walk
home with my spunk on yer face if you take that route. Swallow your pride,
by swallowing MAH pride,” he said, laughing at his own joke, “and no one’ll
know the difference.”

There wasn’t really a choice.

“Well then, baby, you’re just gonna have to fill my tummy!” I said,
licking my lips.

“Aight, then let’s get started. Open yer mouth as wide as ya can, lop
out your tongue, and wait there fer me.”

I did. I slowly opened my mouth, and as I parted my lips they made a
faint smacking sound, and as my mouth opened I steeled myself for what was
about to happen. As I let my tongue fall into place, out of my mouth, I
thought to myself that I should try to find some other place to be while
this happens. After all, I don’t need to be here, he just wants Candy. He
wants to fuck Candy in the mouth. Put his dick in and go wild. And when
he’s finished pumping her throat, he’s gonna jizz a whole load, right in
her mouth and throat, and she’s gonna swallow it down like a good girl. Oh
god, I can’t let him do that, I think.

I think that, but I’m still staring unblinking, crosseyed at his
massive dick. He’s gonna fuck my face, I think, and he’s getting ready to.

“Here I come, lass,” he says, and starts to inch closer. He puts his
hand gently on the back of my head, and it makes me feel safe, but I
realize I’m not safe, and that hand just keeps my mouth in place while his
dick gives it a sloppy kiss.

He’s but an inch away now and I have the sudden urge to run, but fight
it. My package bounces a little. It touches the tip of my tongue, and I
am officially blowing him. I smile in spite of myself, proud of my
excellent skills, when reality sets in and so does his cock; it’s sliding
up my tongue.

“Moan!” he says, and I go “mmmm” as the top of his cock touches my
upper lip and now it’s face-fucking time. It doesn’t have much of a taste
but has a bit of a smell, not that I care to describe it. He keeps going
further and he’s passing my teeth, which I’m trying to cover with my lips,
and I go cross-eyed and smile for him because I know it’ll get him off
faster.

“Say ahhh, whore!” he says, and I say “ahh,” just before Candy and I
get our first taste of someone putting both hands on the back of our heads
and thrusting forward with gusto and huge man-cock. My face is now a real
target for his sexual desires, and there’s not much I can do about it. I
gag.

“That’s aight, lass, that’s aight. I’ll let ye breath for a second
before I start ta have my fun.”

And that’s what I get, a second, before he starts to shove again, past
t he point I gagged, and I stifle the gagging, until I start to feel my
throat tighten around him, and I realize that he’s hung like a horse again.
I joke, and think to myself “time to deepthroat, I guess?” and start to
tear up, either from the cock or from the helplessness. A few more small
thrusts and another gag later, and he’s got my lower lip on his balls, and
my cheeks are full, and I look up at his face and it’s the strangest
feeling imaginable. I have his whole cock in my mouth and throat, and I
don’t like it, but it’s not so bad. I start to feel like I did when I was
climbing the stairs again, when I gag, and he pulls himself out. A trail
of saliva and a sticky substance I assume is his precum(already?!) connects
three places on my lips to the tip of his cock. Tears are resting on my
cheeks.

“She’s doing well so far, I see” says Creavy, and I notice that he’s
just walked in, holding a big tub of something. “Sorry I took so long, was
looking for this,” he said, holding up the tub, and walking over to my
side.

“Good position, good, good. For a so-called boy, you know how to
position yourself, don’t you Candy?”

He says and suddenly I feel embarrassed again. I’m sticking out my
ass seductively. “Cute little butt,” he says, putting a hand, likewise, on
the small of my back, and slowly lowering it. Din moves his dick back to
the entrance to my mouth, I open wide, say “ahhh,” again, and instinctively
take a deep breath. He shoves it in and this time it feels like sex, like
penetration, and once he’s in a good amount of the way, he starts to pump
in and out, bringing himself out to the tip, and every time he does I
“kiss” it instinctively and look up at him, and then he goes back in
mostways. It’s real oral sex now, and he’s getting into it. The saliva is
dripping down the side of my mouth, and I can taste the precum salting my
tongue. Occasionally, the penis will jerk, and so will my little one, and
I’ll feel a few droplets of precum on my tongue or in my throat. I try to
go to a different place but every jerk brings me back to his cock and my
cute little lips, and occasionally he deepthroats me and I try to breath,
and my eyes close unintentionally and I think “I’m eating his cock, and I’m
eating his cock,” and my own bulge twitches.

Then I hear Creavy behind, and suddenly, I know why the chair has no
back, and suddenly, I know what the tub is for. I don’t know how I missed
the big, obvious point to this whole thing, and how I forget that Candy
isn’t like other girls. There’s only one way to go for a big honking cock
looking for some relief from petite, big-bottomed Candy.

“Cute little butt, cute little butthole,” says Creavy, pulling my
soaking panties down, but leaving my skirt, spreading my cheeks, and
staring at me. Though I can’t see him, I know he’s staring, and I know
that as he looks at my cute little puckered hole, just waiting to be
fucked, his bulge is growing far larger than I’d like it to be. I hear him
drop his pants again. I really don’t want to think about it, but again,
Candy says chipper in the back of my mind, “time to get assfucked!”

“Candy, your butthole is bare, like a girls. I just don’t believe
you’d lie to me in the face, like that.”

I wanna object, but I obviously have a cock making happy time in my
mouth. I hear him open the tub of KY, I assume, and he starts to touch the
girly part that I don’t really want to touch. There is, in fact, a big “do
not enter” sign I imagine is tattoo’d right next to that hole, and it
really means it. I feel the KY, and then I hear a squelch, which I assume
is him dipping a long, hard object that he keeps between his legs into the
KY itself, getting ready his member for my love canal. I want to be
anywhere but here. I, again, steel myself for the incoming penetration,
but Candy just keeps singing, wagging her little butt side to side.

But it’s my butt, I’m candy, and I’m about to catch Mr. Creavy’s
aching schlong.

I hear him lick his lips. I’m bent over, prone, so my asshole is on a
horizontal plane, level with crotch. I feel something ominous approaching
the hole and I don’t have to guess what it is. The tip of Mr. Creavy’s
pride and joy is tapping my puckering anus.

“Now, Candy, this is how this is gonna be. I’m gonna push open your
rings, one by one, as I start to cornhole you.”

Cornhole. He’s gonna cornhole me.

“You’re gonna feel it in your belly, and that little toy of yours is
gonna start to drip.”

He says “start,” but I’m already moist. Why?

“Once I’m up to the root, you’re gonna have a real man balls-deep in
that cute little hole. It’ll be a tight fit, but to be honest Candy, I
don’t really give a shit, you teased me, and I’m gonna open you up and dick
you.”

How nice.

“You should feel me opening up the entrance now,” he said, and I did,
and I instinctively clenched up.

Wham! A heavy hand smacks my tight bottom, that I curse to the gods.
“Relax, don’t pucker up, push out a bit or you’re in for a rough ride. Not
that I mind.”

“Okay,” I say, but it comes out “Mnmmmmgghgmhn,” as the face-pounding
continues. My jaw is starting to ache and there’s a ton of saliva and
precum in my mouth.

“Once I’m up to the root, Candy, you remember to do everything I say,
and everything Din says, and when we both finish, you’ll have your test
done. If my ramming you up your ass makes you wanna come, just go ahead
and do it, if you do, you’se a girl. Nothing to be ashamed of.” he said,
and laughed. He hadn’t penetrated yet, per se, but he had somehow managed
to make my hole open just a bit just by touching it. He put a hand on the
bottom of each cheek and lifted up my butt a bit, which forced me onto
Din’s cock more, and he held me for a second at the deepest point before
continuing his assault.

“On the count of five, Imma start the cornholin’,” he says, and I
think “my ass!” and moan into Din’s cock, and Candy says “cornholin’ time!”
and my member jerks a little.

“One,” and on one, Din slows his thrusts, starts to rub the top of my
head, and tells me to suck hard. I suck on him here and there, and each
time I do I feel him shoot out just a little.

“Two,” he says, and I wiggle my butt unintentionally.

“Three,” and he takes the hand off my right cheek and puts it right on
my small, pushes down a bit.

“Four,” he says, long and breathy, and Din says “try not to scream
yourself hoarse, now. Just catch and release, hehe,”

“FIVE!” he says, and time stops for just a second. I think about all
the good times I had when I wasn’t Candy and my asshole wasn’t a fucktoy;
my colon wasn’t a place to sow one’s seed. And then time continues.

He doesn’t slam it all the way home like I thought he would, but
instead inches just the head in, bit by bit, and the hole opens up, and I
feel the “rings” start to hug his cock lovingly, like my ass is where his
cock is supposed to be. It doesn’t hurt much at all, but I still yell into
Din’s cock (which has him stroking my head quickly to make me relax, or
enjoy the vibrations), anyway, because it was fun to be Candy at first but
now he’s putting his bone in my pooper and I just want to squeeze it out
and go home, not catch him like I’m going to. It’s inevitable. His hands
on my left cheek and small are tight, and he’s shaking hard, and he’s
grunting, “ughhhhh, mmmm,” and I’m yelling and grunting, “Nnnnnnghhhmmmmm,
accccchhhh, nggghhh!” And I’m caught between two men with huge cocks and,
feeling Din’s balls on my lip, huge loads, and I am Candy Apple, their
tight-bodied, cute, tall, pigtailed, big-assed, tight-cornholed whore.
Precum is leaking out onto the chair and I’m shaking, and I feel in their
control.

“I’m about halfway in now, ahhh, ungh, take it bitch!” says Creavy,
and I’ve felt, one, two, three, four, five rings expand, they’re circular
and open now, maybe four inches open, and they’re squeezing his dick and
making him feel great. He starts to pump, and now it really feels like a
butt fucking, and I’m a girl for them, through and through, and there’s
nothing I can do about it.

I realize now that the hand on my left cheek had actually migrated
around his cock, as I feel it pressed against the entrance, guiding his
cock in, “feeding” it in, and I notice how comforting it was to have that
hand there, on my big ol’ butt that I worked so hard for, and I still like
the hand on my small. Din is still occasionally deep-throating me and I’m
occasionally gagging, but anything I do for him is out of the need to
distract myself from what’s happening in the backdoor. I hardly notice
that he’s getting tenser, that he’s picking up the pace, that he’s shooting
off precum with almost every thrust now. I don’t notice any of this
because Creavy is now docked in my ass-station, it’s fully loaded; he’s
buried to the root, balls deep and I can barely breath. I feel his balls
resting against my ass cheeks, and they’re big and tight: he’s got a nice,
full wad ready for me. The hand on the small slides up to my shoulder, and
I feel so full and fucked. It’s terrifying and I’ve never felt anything
like it, but I can’t help but squeeze him, here, and there, and there. My
whole ass is just sucking him off better than I could ever hope to suck off
Din, and I can’t imagine how good it must feel to bang Candy.

To cornhole me, like he is.

He’s got both hands on my shoulders now and I’m guessing he’s ready to
thrust, and I’m ready to let my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I
feel tingling in my package that wasn’t there before, and then I notice Din
again. He deepthroats me again and for some reason I feel the urge to look
up in his eyes. I look up, and he’s staring down at me, and suddenly Creavy
isn’t in my pooper (though he is, that doesn’t matter), because I see the
look in Din’s eyes and I know what he’s ready for, I know what comes next.
He pulls out to the tip, and starts to fire off the thickest Irish accent I
have ever heard. “Oh fook, sook it! Gobble me down ye whore!”

The fucking in my mouth now is relentless but not very deep, and I can
take notice of how it feels in my mouth. I definitely notice now the
twitching, the jerkling, and the constant droplets. The buzzing in my
little balls grows more intense.

Creavy is still deep in my ass but he’s slowly letting it out, and it
feels like I’m dumping out a football. My insides slide over him. But
then I focus on Din, my jaw is starting to ache, and I need to just get it
done. I put my tongue on the underside of his cock and start to suck,
moving my mouth slightly against his thrusts.

“Oh, yah baby! I’m gonna blow! Ya know that, don’t ya ya tart?!
Swallow it all down lass, gulp every last drop, Candy!”

And he calls me Candy. There’s a brief moment where I can feel Creavy
again in my ass, just enjoying my bowels with a big stupid smile on his
face, and then Din is everything. He’s barely moving in or out, but his
whole body is tense, and my eyes widen. A torrent of cum, thick, potent
cum, gushes out fills my mouth immediately. Instinctively, I swallow it
down and think “I just swallowed spunk!” before another gush fills my mouth
and, with the saliva, starts to pour out down the sides of my lips, and
then more comes and I’m forced to swallow as it projects down my throat,
and I just start swallowing until it stops and I’ve had my fill o’ Irish
man-juice, and there are tears streaming down my face but I feel some sense
of accomplishment, I’m dripping wet, and he’s stroking the back of my head,
for a second, I’m his wee lass (and though I’m loathe to admit it, it’s not
bad being a wee lass with a nice big ass,) until Creavy steps to the plate.
Anal sex starring Candy Apple, a misled, regretful cross-dresser with a
nice big ass and a bellyful of jizz is go. I feel his hands grab my
shoulders and I know watching Din shoot off has made him go nuts, and I’m
going to ride the lightning. My poor pooper never did anything to deserve
this.

He thrusts in and out, in and out, like he’s nailing his dream girl on
prom night. It’s relentless, and I want to run to the bathroom and just
push out this mammoth in my colon, but I know that won’t work, despite my
bodies obvious pleas for “stop cornholin’ please.”

“Is your belly nice and full, Candy babe? How about your shitcan,
feelin’ pretty empty huh?”

Uh-oh.

“Well, don’t worry, old Creavy’s gonna fill up that tummy just as
well.”

Fill up? Creavy is a pump. My mouth, stupid, tired mouth says it, and
my ass regrets it

“Fill-er-up, babe. Premium unleaded, please.”

Creavy’s mind is gone. All that remains is his sex.

He starts pounding in and out, all the way, and at one point he even
slips out with a “pop” and I’m empty for a second and I remember the good
old times when I wasn’t a forced “shit-pipe slut,” as Creavy calls me with
a slap on my ass, before the cock is back home and I’m dripping
uncontrollably.

Creavy starts to slap me on the ass again and again, and he starts to
tense up. I try desperately to talk my way out of it, “come in my mouth,
babe,” or “shoot it all over my back, honey,” but he’s not listening. He
knows where that load is going, and so do I.

I feel the bow on my back and the pigtails in my hair swerve, my skirt
is poofed up and I feel like a stuffed turkey. Creavy’s me and I’m every
girl I’ve ever done, fucker, and fucked. I am fucked.

I’m grunting and moaning and whining and Creavy’s calling me a bitch,
and I feel like one, “take it in the ass, bitch!” he says, and Candy says
“it’s up your ass, just waiting to cream up your chocolate.”

Cream up my chocolate.

Creavy’s tenser, and tenser, and tenser, and his thrusts are deeper
and faster, I’m gasping for breath, grunting at every push in, moaning at
every pull out, and finally, he says,

“Candy! Ugh, Candy! Here you go, babe! Sixteen gallons of premium
load, right up your SHITTER!”

He screams it and I drop my head down almost between my legs. I moan
“ugh… don’t come in me, please,” before it’s too late. Din was nothing.
I lowered my head, and knew full well that he was coming in my ass. I felt
Creavy blast my colon full with one, massive splurt, and it was warm and
thick and it was stretching my guts. Squirt two was liquid in liquid, and
my belly felt full. Instinctively, my anus grabbed on to him, because I
didn’t want to miss one drop of his load; it was mine, Candy earned it.
With his final, massive splurt of humility, I heard a squelch, and he was
balls deep, and I was full to the brim, and feeling my pooper contract
unintentionally gave that final, massive, jerk. I heard Creavy whisper,
“how’d that feel, my little cum-catcher?”

My prick stood up, and I knew I had been beaten. I tried to hold it
in but Creavy put his hand right on my cheek, and his other right on my
small, and twitched his cock ever so slightly, and the cum in me stirred,
and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I tensed up. Like I had
earned his load, he had earned mine, and it shot off the chair and onto the
floor, just one splurt, but that was enough. Creavy slowly pulled out, and
I clenched to keep his load in my ass. Creavy and Din both walked over to
the spot on the floor where I had failed the test, and looked at it, then
me. “A fine lass ye are,” said Din, smiling.

They had me pull up my panties to cover my lube and spunk-covered bum,
and I tucked away my package, limp and shameful, back into the front. I
wiped my mouth with my sleeve, I felt so full, and a little nauseous. I
burped and it tasted like Din

They walked me down the stairs, and all the other guests, there must
have been over a dozen, I realized, looked at me. I realized that there
was camera footage of the whole thing, and it looked completely consensual.
I realized there were at least a dozen bulges still twitching. I felt
Creavy’s hand on my cheek, and looked up at him, and started to shake, but
he just looked forward, away, and smiled. Everyone looked expectantly. I
couldn’t stop the shaking, and I knew why they were watching. Protected by
the panties, my anus was weak from use, heavy, heavy, use, and the huge
load Creavy had blown up my cornhole was now ready to come back

The sound was roarous, and I blushed a deep scarlet. The skirt lifted
up from behind me, and the entire load got dropped into the seat of the
panties where all could see the warm mass of goo. It felt like heaven to
just let it out. It started to drip down my leg and Creavy said “that one
was me, sorry guys.” and everyone started to laugh. Creavy groped my ass,
pulled me to his chest, tilted my head up, and kissed me full on the mouth.

Everyone was staring at the bubble that was just sitting on my tush.
The bubble of spunk that had seen my beyond the beyond, and they grinned.
I kissed Creavy, just a bit, and wiggled my butt. I felt like I did when I
first climbed up those stairs.

But I also felt, well, fucked.

What do I do now?

END Part 1

Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2007 20:47:28 -0400
From: Edward Rivera
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

Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 03:08:15 -0400
From: Edward Rivera
Subject: Candy Apple – Part 3 (TG)

The second the door had closed behind me, I felt Creavy pushing my
shoulder strongly, and I lost my balance for the third time that night. I
fell forward, and grabbed wildly at the air, and managed to catch myself on
the vertical metal bars that made up the tail end of the bed that I now saw
in front of me. I was bent over, and managed to keep my footing, but
before I could use the bars to pull myself up, a hand pressed down on my
small, forcing me to arc my back, and I looked over my shoulder at Creavy,
who was wild-eyed. Already, I felt the tingle in Candy’s package, and I
started to point towards the floor. For a second, there was a glimpse of
hope, that I might be able to fight him off now that I was alone, but
Creavy was no weak man, and I was exhausted from the effort. Creavy was
going to have one more round in me before the night was through. My ass
was sore, and my legs were shaking. I could barely stand.

“So, was it worth it?” he said, putting a finger to the place on my
panties that was now moistest. He pushed a bit, and I felt my hole give
way, even through the underwear. Him and I both knew I was lubricated more
than enough.

“Was what worth it?”

He slapped my ass with a sticky hand; I was sure he’d already
“dressed” up himself. We were going to have sex, he was going to fuck my
ass, and he wanted me to know it before we started. Consent by submission.

“Teasing us, like that. Did it work out like you planned?”

He moved the drenched fabric aside a bit and, careful to make me feel
it, put his finger inside. It wasn’t rough, but it was determined. I
moaned softly, and tried to think of baseball. “Do you like that, Candy?”

Every time someone called me Candy, my heart raced. I bit my lip to
suppress another moan.

“Candy, I’m talking to you!” he said, slapping my ass again with his
other hand. All the while, his finger kept moving slowly, up, and in, and
out a bit. I knew it was fake but it felt like affection, and for that, I
did like it.

“It’s okay…” I tried to sound neutral, but it’s difficult to sound
dispassionate when someone’s softly prodding your innards. Instead, it
sounded like “it’s okay, but I want more!”

Creavy was beside me now, his hand reached around behind me to
continue what he was doing. He eyed me over. I must have been quite the
sight, standing there, bent over, with a tent in my panties. He wiped off
his other hand, and started to rub my belly. I nearly screamed out. Of
all the things that had happened to me that night, this, for some reason,
was the most humiliating. It was even worse than the nameless man and his
“prom night” routine. Creavy wanted me to feel like his nubile young
girlfriend. His hand occasionally roamed towards the tent, reminding me
that I was a boy, and that just made it worse. I could have stood up at
any point, his hand now no longer holding me down, but I didn’t, and I
can’t really explain why. Creavy took his hand off my tummy and placed it
on my neck. He stroked where an adam’s apple should have been. That
seemed to please him. It was driving me insane.

Creavy was playing around with that finger of his and I was making
eyes at him, for whatever reason. Eventually, he started to ask me
questions.

“What’s gonna happen to you, Candy?”

“I’m gonna get fucked in the ass,” I said, trying again and failing to
sound disinterested.

I twitch.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got a cute butt, apparently.”

I twitch.

“Where you gonna catch my load?”

“In my belly.”

There is a single string of precum that is working its way towards the
floor, having permeated the tent. A single bead on that strain glimmers in
the dim light from the window, where a streetlight is out of sight.

“Am I going to need to clean the carpet?”

Definitely. “Yep.”

He removes the finger, and runs his other hand up my neck, across my
cheek, and then he rubs my belly one last time. He stands up, and walks
behind me. I don’t move. I hear the belt buckle, and then pants,
crumpling to the floor.

He holds the panties out of the way and presses himself to the now
slightly open hole. He asks one, final question before he begins the
ordeal.

“Are you a girl?”

“Now I am.”

There’s more than one bead of precum now.

He doesn’t have a hand guiding him this time, just a hand on each hip,
each cheek. He thrusts forward a bit and I hear the pop as he enters, and
I think “look mom, no hands.” I look around, but we’re alone in the room,
but I’m still horribly embarrassed. Maybe there is a boy still watching
us, after all. I moan like I’m in heat as he pushes forward, and I’m
rising to my toes, gripping the metal bars tight to keep myself from
falling over. His hips touch my ass and I do nearly topple, so I try to
balance myself back on my heels, and, in doing so, bury him in me. Again,
I yelp.

He slaps my ass. He starts to thrust, get into a rhythm, and I wobble
on my heels. It’s difficult to stand up, but it’s also difficult to see
straight; I had forgotten how massive he was. With no visual reminder,
this time, all I have to go by is the expansive intruder in my rectum.

And he knows my weakness. Again and again, he asks, “Candy, how’s
that feel,” or “How is it, Candy?” or even “Candy, you all right up there?”
to which I reply “I’m fine,” “it’s okay,” “that’s all right.” I look to
the right, and what do I see, but a mirror. A full body mirror, and it’s
huge. It’s not hung up, it seems to be gathering dust, just laying against
the wall, but in it reflected I can see myself and Creavy. I can even see
his cock, as he pulls it out, and then it disappears, back inside of me,
mashing up my insides, I assume. I see Creavy staring at my ass, and his
hands roam around, and I feel proud to be Candy, and have her ass. I push
back once or twice and he throws his head back, but I don’t do that again
because it makes him feel even bigger than he is.

It goes on for minutes, and my legs start to give out. Creavy wraps
his hands around my thighs and supports my weight. Once both hands are
firmly in place, he starts to thrust in deep, small thrusts, and starts to
almost chant. “Cum!” “Candy, cum!”

I feel it building, and the beads are now marching down the string,
puddling on the floor, but I hold it in, as I don’t want to cum on Creavy’s
order. Creavy says “damn it Candy, cum! Now!” and goes balls deep, and
moves around and that depth, his hands moving around my ass, my legs, the
inside of my thighs, and the small of my back. I moan, and shake hard, and
hold it in, and then I feel it; he smacks my ass, and it stings, so he
starts to rub it, to sooth it, and I feel like he almost regretted it. As
a way of thanking him, I guess, my sphincter grabs on to him, one last
time, and that feeling makes it impossible to hold back any more. In a
second, the panties front are as messy as the back, and the cum dribbles
down to the floor, and Creavy doesn’t even need to check for it, he just
goes off on his own. He blows his wad inside me without a word, filling up
my ass, and spanks me once, twice. My butt is out of control, squeezing
and relaxing, tensing and shivering. He finishes up, pulls out, and puts
the panties back into place. For once, I get to keep a load to myself, as
he grabs me around the underarms and pulls me up into him, and I feel his
erection still in between my cheeks. My legs go out, and before I crumple
to the floor, he picks me up, and carries me over to the bed, where he
drops me into the sheets. It’s comfortable.

“You’ll sleep here tonight. Your bathroom’s right there. Enjoy your
shower, miss,” he says, grinning, “I hope you enjoy your stay at Hotel
Creavy.”

I smile for a second, but don’t let him see it. “Good night,” I say,
to make him leave.

“Good night, cutey butt,” he says, pinching my ass, but I’m too tired
to react. As he walks out of the room, I hear him say, “see you in the
morning, Candy.”

It takes me a while to work up the strength, and I walk, in heels, to
the bathroom, before I sit on the toilet to take them off. I’m about to
empty the load into the toilet, when the idea seems strange to me, so I
start a warm shower and relax in there, Creavy’s load still boiling in my
butt. I let my hair down, and shower off all the make-up. I lean out of
the shower to look in the mirror, and surprisingly, I still look rather
female. The soap is fairly expensive stuff, which is surprising, and I
wonder whose room I’m in. After I finish the shower, I put my hair back up
into pigtails, and look in the wardrobe for clothes. I decide on an
oversized white shirt with large, billowed sleeves, and a pair of plain,
white panties, as there are no boy shorts in there. I return to the bed,
and it is very soft and comforting, and it always feels nice to sleep in
someone else’s home. That, and my newfound levels of exhaustion, lead me
to drift off almost immediately, though it isn’t long before I feel that
familiar rumbling in my tummy. I’m too tired, and too comfortable, to
move, and so the gooey mass oozes out rather quietly into my otherwise
pristine panties. It doesn’t feel too discomforting, and is actually warm,
so I don’t mind too much. Adventurous and finally alone, I dip a finger
into the white, hot liquid and put a finger to my lips. No one will ever
know.

It forced me to think of what would happen now. I’d have to explain
something to my parents in the morning. If Creavy wanted to, he could
easily keep me in his house. I didn’t know if I’d be able to return to
school, even if he did let me, for fear that someone will find out. They
had video, even stuff of me, as Candy, creaming myself. That’s pretty
indicting.

And what did it mean? Was I Candy now? Is that how it was going to
be? I dressed for the occasion, and I guess I got what I was asking for.
I can kind of understand why they did it, too, though I don’t think I’d
have sex with a boy, no matter how good he looked. Or at least, I wouldn’t
have before. Before I was Candy.

I tried to avoid thinking of Mr. Virgil, and his mocking voice,
“Ms. Apple.” Apple for teacher. Hilarious. I might as well have picked
the surname “Cumdump.” How could I have been so naive? I’d probably have
to wake up now to sex and breakfast with Creavy, and at night… Another
round with the peanut gallery.

I started to imagine the things that they might do to me, the things
that I might have done to a girl, but I shake that thought off too. I
tried to sum up what I’d learned. How to hide my teeth during oral, how to
take control when they wanted it, so they wouldn’t take it back. It was
better to be the one making the motions, for my ass, but not for my pride.
I couldn’t tell if I preferred the impersonal, Creavy approach, or the more
intimate, and ultimately embarassing, legs up/bottoms out position. I
didn’t want to think about sex anymore, so I decided to think what I’d have
for breakfast.

Eggs, maybe. Bacon. Cock.

No good. I can still taste semen on my tongue. I can even picture
myself, wide-eyed, as some guy hugs my head and feeds me dinner. It’s no
use. I just have to sleep.

Little did I know that a plan had been set in motion. Creavy had more
for me than I had wished for, much, much more. And Virgil wasn’t nearly
finished with his pet student. Candy wasn’t just the servicable
babysitter; soon enough, she’d be the convenient place to leave a secret
load that your girlfriend wouldn’t take for anyone within walking distance.

And slowly, my world, Candy’s world, would close in around me.

And so I drift off to sleep, with Creavy’s load of spunk warming my
tush, still bubbling from my well-used ass. In the morning, I’ll wake, and
it’ll all have been a dream.

I hope.

End Part 3, Chapter 1