Free Story – Candy Kisses

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A steamy reunion with the high school cheerleader.

For ten years I’ve been fantasizing about Caryn, since the first time I laid eyes on her. Back then she was a cheerleader and the subject of every wet dream in the school. And my only claim to fame was captain of the chess team; not exactly the qualifications needed to get on the waiting list to date the sexiest girl in school.

I remember that most of the gym locker room conversation revolved around Caryn. But, even the guys lucky enough to date her’ admitted that she kept a lock on the treasure between her beautiful legs. I was secretly glad that she was no pushover, probably because part of my wet dream was to be the guy that took her cherry.

In spite of my desire for her, I graduated without ever so much as holding her hand. However, I did get to know her during my senior year when she asked me to teach her chess. We’d meet after school for a couple of hours twice a week for the lessons.

Becoming friends only made matters worse. Not only was she sexy, but she was also a nice person. I sincerely liked her, but I was too shy to ever make any kind of move.

So after drooling over her for three years of high school I set out into the world. By the time I saw her next, I was working for a large corporation, recently divorced and transferred back to my home town.

I spent a lot of lunch hours walking and remembering. Then one day, I found myself standing in front of the candy store that her parents had owned for as long as I could remember. I figured that I’d go in and say hello to the folks. It was like being struck by a bolt of lightning when I saw Caryn behind the counter. I considered ducking back out the door rather than suffer the humiliation of having her not recognize me. But, before I could retreat, she spotted me. Her face lit up, she raced around the counter and threw her arms around me.

Those tits that I’d lusted over for so long were pressed tightly against my chest as she hugged me and kissed my cheek. By the time she pulled away, I had an embarrassing bulge in the front of my pants.

She stood there smiling while I stared: She looked like a centerfold. If anything, her tits were bigger and her ass was rounder than it had been in high school.

She stepped back behind the counter and asked me what I wanted. My voice caught in my throat. The only thing that I could think of was pussy. “How are your folks?” I asked, trying to get my mind from between her legs.

“They’re dead. A car accident,” she said sadly. “I guess that’s why I’m here. I didn’t have the heart to sell this place.”

She slid back the glass that covered the sweets. As she bent over to point out some chocolate that she thought I might like, her blouse presented me with a breathtaking view of her breasts. The pink tips were about the size of half dollars and the nipples were standing tall. My cock danced in my pants.

“I’d like something soft and gushy,” I managed to mutter. My mind pictured her juicy pink pussy as the ideal snack: I recovered enough to make a selection, pay for it and get out. I was on the verge of coming in my pants.

That night, I jerked off while I ate the candy. Just knowing that Caryn had touched it was enough to blow my mind. I swore that I wouldn’t go back, and make an ass of myself but three days later, I walked into the candy store.

Caryn seemed really glad to see me. This time she insisted that we talk for a while. Since the place was deserted, she made an old-fashioned soda with two straws and joined me at a tiny metal table.

We giggled like kids as we slurped the soda, foreheads touching. Then we caught upon what had happened to each other since school. I told her about my marriage and divorce. And she told me more or less the same story. Then Caryn shyly said, “You know, you were the only boy who ever spent time with me and didn’t try to grab me or anything. And yet were the only one who never asked me out. I liked you a lot in high school.” She blushed and bent her head down over the soda.

“You did?” I echoed in astonishment. She nodded. “I sure like, I mean, liked you a lot, too,” I told her. “Well, which is it-did ordo?” she grinned as she inhaled and made her breasts stand even taller on her chest.

My throat was dryer than the Sahara desert. I couldn’t speak, but I’m sure that my face gave me away. I was practically drooling over her.

“Why don’t you drop by my place tonight?” she purred as she let her hand touch my knee. It was the first time in my life that a woman had asked me for a date. I was going to buy some candy before I left, but she told me to wait and she would have something special for me that night.

I staggered from the store with my head spinning and my cock thumping in my pants. I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about what it would be like to make love to a living wet dream.

I was so worried about being late that I arrived thirty minutes early. It didn’t seem to bother her in the least, even though she was still in her robe, fresh from the shower. The robe was parted just enough to drive me crazy.

“How would you like to have your goodie before I dress?” she asked as she sat down on the sofa and hugged her knees to her chest. The position gave me a clear view of most of her ass. I nearly came just from looking at the beautiful buns that I had dreamed of for so long.

She picked up a box from the coffee table and selected one. “Ready when you are,” she whispered as she held the candy out toward me. I moved across the room on legs like rubber, hoping that she wouldn’t spot the hard-on throbbing in my pants. With the way she was sitting giving ry1e a perfect shot of her crotch, it was impossible to think about candy. She was thinking the same thing, because she opened her legs and placed the bonbon between her sweet, pink cuntlips.

“Is this soft and gushy enough?” she grinned. Her face was flushed and her breathing was becoming more rapid. As for me, I was barely able to hold back the flood of cum screaming to shoot from my steel­ hard cock.

By the time that I reached the sofa, her robe was wide open. Her tits were much bigger than I’d dreamed and they drew my lips like a magnet. As I buried my face between her soft mounds and teased the twin beauties to erection, she petted the back of my head and moaned.

“You’d better hurry before I melt,” she panted as she pushed my head downward toward her candy-coated cunt.

I kissed my way across her soft, flat stomach and nuzzled my face against her smooth pussy. I put my hands on the hot flesh of the inside of her thighs and pulled her legs apart. She whimpered and humped her hips upward.

The lips of her pussy glistened and contrasted beautifully with the color of the dark chocolate. I ate the candy on the first bite. The taste of her excited slit completely overpowered the flavor of the candy.

At first, I dipped only the tip of my tongue into the puddle of juice between the swollen lips. She moaned and clamped her thighs against my face each time my tongue touched her swollen clit. The juice flowed from her quivering lower lips like honey. I lapped up every delicious drop.

In spite of the rock-hard dick in my pants, I found myself wanting, to lay there and eat her pussy for­ ever. I licked her, lapped her and tongue-fucked her to more orgasms than I could count before she finally pushed my head away.

“Please, fuck me. Let me have your dick,” she said, her voice was sleepy and her eyes were dazed. She was like a giant pussy, begging for cock. I stood and unzipped my pants. Her eager eyes followed my fingers as I released my throbbing monster. She sighed and licked her lips as though my cock was a peppermint stick.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, making me feel ten feet tall. I’m not small in that department, but a porn star doesn’t have to stay awake nights worrying about my taking his job. Caryn’s expression of pure lust made me feel like super stud.

She reached up toward my bouncing cock, but couldn’t quite make it. I don’.t think that she had the energy to sit up. I took one step forward and straddled her body. She wrapped her long, warm fingers around the shaft of my twitching pole.

She tugged on my tool while I knelt with my cock coming to rest on her chin. She stuck out her tongue and teased the head, sending shivers through my body.

“If I didn’t need you between my legs so bad,” she gasped, “I’d suck you off.”

She kissed the tip one more time and I began moving down her body. I ached to feel her tight, wet pussy surround my cock. I was humping like crazy, even before our organs touched.

She was tighter than I ever dreamed. Her pussy gripped my cock like a milking machine and squeezed it constantly as inch by inch, I entered my fantasy girl.

Caryn put her hands on my back and locked her legs around my hips. She licked her juice from my lips as though it were syrup before she shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. Her tongue probed my mouth in perfect time with my cock as it stoked the fires of her cunt.

I wanted it to be a fuck that she’d remember. I fought to control the urge to fill her quivering cunt with my seed. Every time she came, she would scream and bite my shoulder. Each time I came closer to losing control.

Little did I know that she held the trump card. When she was ready for me to come, she simply moved her hand to my ass and before I realized what was happening, she began teasing my asshole with the tip of her finger.

“Now!” she moaned, as her body began humping like crazy. “Come with me, please!” she begged as she pushed her finger into my ass.

I snorted like some kind of wild animal and nearly passed out as the jism spurted from the head of my twitching cock and splattered the inside of her pulsating pussy.

I felt like I could come forever. But finally the throbbing in my pole subsided. Caryn was still coming. I held my shrinking cock deep in her pussy and let her come until she collapsed under me.

Afterwards I sat staring at her sweat-covered body. Finally, she recovered enough to sit up beside me. She patted my limp cock and smiled. “Thanks. I needed that.”

I nodded and put my arms around her. “I’m glad you don’t mind your treats being squishy,” she grinned. “I like them as long as they melt in my mouth and not in my hands,” I quipped.

“I like soft centers,” she said, as she lowered her head and took the head of my cock into her mouth. So help me, it took her less than ten seconds to suck that second load of cum from me. She drank every drop and even licked me clean before she came up for air. After the second time, we slept.

When we woke up, we staggered into her bedroom where I stayed the night. It was the first of many fantastic nights with my candy lady.

I only have one problem now. Caryn’s goodies are habit-forming and fattening. Like last week, I licked some sticky syrup from her pussy. I thought she would never stop coming. She keeps telling me that fat is beautiful.

What can I do? I’m hooked!