Chapter 6
CANDY'S THEME
This was Candy's theme:
If you haven't read Stella's paper yet, stop right here and read hers first, or this one won't make any sense to you. If you have gone through Stella's theme, we three should just about be finished with the first round of a good old-fashioned sex orgy. Am I right?
Stella and I collaborated on these two essays on our sexual experiences, because we two have had most of our experiences together. For the past couple of weeks we have done our best to get you as hot and horny as we could. We could tell by the bulge in your pants that you were getting pretty randy during class.
You see, we knew about this Sex Education project at least two months ago! A good friend of ours who is a student working in the office, overheard Mr. Baxter and some of the board members talking about it. Most of the kids knew it was coming, but Stella and I decided to have a few kicks along with the class. We sure were glad when our new teacher turned out to be a man instead of some dried-up old woman!
Of course, we probably would have preferred some good-looking guy about twenty-five with broad shoulders, no hips and tight pants that would show off the size of his prong. We're not complaining though, because we both think you're kinda cute, even if you are old enough to be our grandfather almost.
Anyway, a good-looking young guy probably wouldn't get his rocks off with a couple of 13-year-olds, but a fellow your age would be duck soup for us. Okay then, here is the rest of the story:
After Mrs. Weber ducked out, Stella and I had no more kicks and no more easy money to count on. We started hanging around the park again, hoping one of the old men we had serviced at Mrs. Webers would wander through, but none of them ever did. It finally got down to where we were starting to play with each other just to get our rocks off.
Technically we were both still virgins although our cherries had been busted long ago by our fingers and the wrinkled fingers of the old men who were Mrs. Weber's clients. We knew there must be something really good waiting for us because we had heard some of the older kids talk about "balling" while they were sneaking a smoke in the girls' restroom.
The boys our age couldn't be trusted. Everyone we knew was a blow-hard, and if we put out for them, we knew it would be all over school in nothing flat. We didn't care about the kids but we were afraid it would eventually get back to our folks, who most likely would put us away in some boarding school or even jail.
The older boys just wouldn't give us the time of day. Before you came, Mr. Norman, we were starting to give the men teachers the eye, but I think they're being taken care of by the female teachers and some of the older girls in their classes who are out for easy grades.
One afternoon we were fooling around the playground when we saw two boys about ten years old sneak up to the window of the girls' restroom and try to peek inside. They were giggling and laughing about it when they came around the corner of the building and ran into us, both standing there with our hands on our hips waiting for them.
We each grabbed one of the boys and dragged them over to a park bench where we sat them down.
"You kids are in a lot of trouble," we told them seriously.
"Why? We didn't do anything," one of them protested.
"Oh, yes, you did!" we countered. "We saw you looking at the girls in the bathroom."
"We didn't see nothin', though, 'cause there ain't no girls in there to look at!"
"Why were you trying to see the girls?" I asked.
Both boys were quiet and just looked down at their feet.
"Haven't you ever seen a girl?" I continued.
"I have," one boy volunteered. "I gotta older sister. He ain't never seen one though." He nodded toward his companion. "I was just going to show him what I knew a girl has."
"You ain't goin' to turn us in to the park cop, are you?" the other boy finally found his voice.
"Well, that depends," I answered, giving Stella a wink.
"Depends on what?" the first boy asked, scared stiff.
"How much money do you have on you?" Stella asked, trying to be stern.
"I gotta dime and he ain't got no money," the first boy spoke up.
"Is your mother home now?" I asked just as sternly.
"Both of them nodded yes.
"Okay," I said, "we will walk home with you and wait outside while each one of you steals a dollar from his mother's purse."
"Aw, we can't do that!" they protested.
"It's either that or the park fuzz. Now which will it be?"
"She's got us by the balls, Harry," the first boy said. "We'd better get them their dollars."
"Okay, Harry Balls," I laughed, "let's get going! After you get us the bread, we only have one other small thing for you to do."
"Oh, no!" Harry said. "Who do we have to kill?"
"Oh, it's a lot easier than that," Stella told them. "As a matter-of-fact, you'll probably like what we have in mind."
"I doubt it," the other boy said. "What is it?"
"We just want you to fuck us, that's all!" I said sexily.
The two boys looked at each other and slowly smiles crossed their faces. They looked at us and then back at each other for a second.
"Come on, Harry," the other boy shouted, starting to run. "We got some stealing to do!"
We followed them and waited on the corner while they both went into this big apartment house. I guess they lived in nearby apartments in the same building. Pretty soon they both came out running like hell, each one waving a dollar bill.
"Here's your money!" Harry said breathlessly. "Now where do we go to...."
"To fuck?" Stella interrupted. "Just follow us!"
We led them to an old junkyard about a mile away, where Stella and I used to go when we wanted to smoke pot. There were completely stripped car bodies in one corner of the yard, and we had shifted some car seats to one station wagon carcass to make a pretty comfortable pad.
We cautioned the boys to be quiet and we sneaked under the fence near where the station wagon was located. We climbed in the back of the car and pulled down the makeshift window curtains we had made months ago.
"Now what do we do?" Harry asked as the two boys sat there staring at us.
"Well, the first thing is to take off all our clothes," I told them. "Like this!" And I started to unbutton my blouse. When I had it off, I turned my back to Harry and told him to unsnap my bra. His hands were sweaty and fumbling but he finally managed to get the bra loose. I held out my arms toward him.
"Go ahead, pull it off me," I whispered.
He gingerly reached for the straps on both shoulders and then slowly pulled the bra away from me. When my two tits popped out at him, I thought his eyes were going to explode.
"Jeez ... jeez ... jeez....!" was all he could muster to say.
"Want to touch them? Go ahead!" I said.
He inched forward and cupped them in both hands, feeling the nipples with his fingers, his eyes still bugging out. I took the opportunity to unsnap his jeans and I reached inside of them for his little pecker. It was there and it was hard as steel!
I frigged him for a second and then told him to get the rest of his things off in a hurry. While I was undressing, I looked over at Stella and the other boy. Stella hadn't wasted time talking, I guess, because the two of them were stark naked and she was just putting his small, stiff cock into her hole.
I watched them as the boy gave a lunge and then sunk the full length of his prick into her waiting, juicy pussy. She humped up as he pushed down, and the car seats squeaked under the bouncing weight of the pair.
Harry cut short my observation of the other two with some ideas of his own. He tried to kiss me, but he knew little or nothing about the art. I took his head in my hands and I showed him the proper way to kiss, darting my stiff tongue into his mouth. He caught on quickly and was soon soul-kissing me while fondling my titties.
I put my arms around him and dragged him down to a lying position and ground my naked middle against him. I could feel his stiff rod rub against my pubic hair, and very quickly I was ready for him to accomplish what I had in mind.
I twisted over onto my back and raised my knees. Harry rose over me and looked down at me, scared but hot. I took hold of his peter and put it at the entrance to my pussy and then very slowly, I raised my hips. He got the idea right away and slowly pushed downward. His cock spread the lips of my vagina and slid smoothly into it, making my blood nearly boil in my veins.
When his pretty little tool was buried to the hilt in me, we let it rest for a few seconds before starting to withdraw it. The taking-out motion felt as good as th eputting-in! I urged him on to start pumping while I matched his push with a push of my own. We very quickly got into the rhythm of the fuck and soon my ass was bouncing on the worn-out car seat like a golf ball.
The episode was fun for both Stella and me, but we felt sort of cheated because we had seen full-grown cocks and both of us still wanted to feel a grown-up prick in our cunts.
As you know, Stella's father is a salesman, but what you probably don't know is that he works for a drug company which sells birth-control pills to doctors.
Stella got ten bottles of the pills out of his sample bag one day and we substituted some candy pills that we bought in a novelty shop. We've often wondered how many chicks got pregnant, thinking they had fixed themrelves up safely for some good screwing!
Both Stella and I have been taking the pills regularly, hoping that the chance of a real man-size dick would come along. And when you got your hard-on in class, Mr. Norman, we knew we had it made!
Now you know neither of us is a virgin and you know it is safe to fuck us. You also know it is not safe to refuse to put your meat into us, because we'll scream bloody murder. You really don't have a choice, do you, Mr. Norman? So why don't you just close your eyes, lie back on the bed, and let nature take its course?
The only choice we'll give you is your choice of which one of us you want to fuck first. All you have to do when you are finished reading this, is lie back and close your eyes and then say one of our names out loud-just as if you were calling on us to read the theme aloud in class.
That's right, Mr. Norman! We've made carbon copies of both themes!
I put the papers down on the table next to me and looked at the two girls. They both patted the bed as an invitation to lie down. Even if I had wanted to, I had no chance to refuse. But by that time, I really didn't want to refuse. I was hooked!