her and fondling her tit through her
blouse. “Why don’t you take your blazer off, sweetheart? School’s over.” He
helped her out of her jacket.
“You don’t have a bra on, do you?”
Dennis commented, his eyes trained on the dark circles of her aureoles, clearly
visible through the white cotton blouse.
Candy put a hand to her mouth in a
parody of surprise. “Oops! Must have forgotten today.”
Miguel pressed against her other side
on the couch. He slid his hand up her front, casually loosening buttons on the
way. He slipped his hand inside and copped a feel. “Nice little titties you
got, girl.”
Candy giggled and pushed her chest
out. “Little is right.”
“That’s cool with me. More than a
handful is too much,” he said.
Dennis knelt in front of her and
offered her another drink. Bob had permitted alcohol for this one night, both
to help her relax and to add to the illusion of the frat party scene.
“You eighteen yet?” Dennis asked. “You
don’t look like it.”
“Hell, she’s only fourteen,” Frank
said. “She’s in my little sister’s class in high school.”
“Teenage pussy spells trouble. Maybe
we shouldn’t,” Dennis cautioned.
“Shut up. She’s willing and I’m
fucking horny.” Frank pulled Candy’s blouse open, baring her left breast.
Miguel did the same on the right. And then both men descended on her small
tits, sucking the erect brown nipples into their mouths.
Dennis stopped arguing and moved
closer to her knees, running his hands up under the short, pleated skirt. And
in the midst of all the attention, Candy closed her eyes and moaned softly, her
body lifting into their hands and mouths.
Bob was electrified, frozen in his
seat, his eyes riveted on the scene playing out before him. He could join too,
become one of the sex-driven frat boys, but for now he was content to watch,
while they fondled and suckled his girl.
She was beautiful like that, with her
eyes closed and her lips parted--a picture of voluptuous young womanhood.
Dennis had burrowed his head underneath her skirt and from Candy’s gasps it was
clear what he was doing to her.
“You like this, baby, huh?” Miguel’s
voice was a soothing purr as he pinched her nipple between his fingers and
nuzzled into her neck. He covered her mouth with his and stole a kiss without
stopping his restless plucking of her nipple.
Frank pulled off her other breast with
a wet pop. “Fuck this. My cock’s about to burst.” He rose, unfastened his jeans
and flipped out his cock, hard and ready for action.
Candy’s eyes opened wide as she stared
at the cock only inches from her face. “What do you think I’m gonna do with
that?”
“Suck it.”
“No way. What kind of a girl do you
think I am?” She managed to sound indignant even while Miguel was twisting her
tit and Dennis was foraging under her skirt.
“The kind who likes to get felt up but
doesn’t want to put out,” Frank said. “Here I’ll make it easy for you.” He
picked up a glass of whiskey and dipped his cock in the amber liquid before
holding it out to her again. “You like to drink. Suck off the whiskey.”
Her doe-eyes widened and suddenly she
looked every bit the fourteen-year-old who’d gotten in way over her head. “I
don’t know…”
He shoved his cock toward her mouth.
“Suck, bitch.”
Her cherry-red lips rounded to a
circle and she drew his cock into her mouth. Miguel pulled away from kissing
her neck to watch his friend’s cock slowly engulfed in that sweetly pursed
mouth. “Hot.”
He stood and unfastened his own fly,
letting his jeans drop down his lean hips. He picked up Candy’s hand and
wrapped it around his brown cock, guiding her hand up and down its length.
Candy’s gaze darted from one man to the other. She murmured a muffled protest,
but Frank held her head firmly between his hands as he fed her his cock.
Meanwhile, Dennis had emerged from
beneath her skirt. He dragged her panties and skirt down her legs so