I'm Kandy - Ch. 2 Movie Night

The following is a work of fiction, and all characters therein are aged eighteen or over.

At first the "I don't do boyfriends" bit seemed like a great idea; - to have an arrangement with a girl, where there was no obligation, no dating,- but she just wanted sex -, seemed like a dream come true; but the reality was that I had to see her in order to have sex with her. She had made it perfectly clear that she called all the shots; - that she would make contact if she wanted to see me; I was not allowed to call her. And the problem was, she wasn't calling. More than a week went by, and she never called or even looked at me; - and I was waiting, and hoping, and getting blue balls. Okay, so that last bit's untrue; but the only action my balls were getting was from me alone.

I had begun to give up hope, and then the text arrived; one Sunday lunchtime: "Want to catch a movie? Be at mine at 6."

I was there. On the dot. I was buzzed in through the gate, and this time shown into the house by Kandy, who met me at the front door. She looked stunning, as usual, a white button down blouse, not too tight, a number of those buttons unfastened, leaving a fair amount of her ample tits on view, and below she wore a mini skirt. She showed me into the lounge, where there were a couple of armchairs, a TV, and a 2-seater cottage style settee, - the kind with wooden arms at each side. As we stood in front of it I told her that I was so glad she had asked me, placed my hand on her waist and gently pulled her towards me and kissed her. She didn't resist! Was I finally going to see some action?

The moment was broken by a noise from the kitchen, followed by a chirpy voice:

"Popcorn's nearly ready! We can't have a movie without popcorn, can we?"

Shit! We weren't alone.

"You know Fawzia, don't you?" Kandy asked, as the voice's owner emerged from the kitchen, with a cardboard popcorn box, full to the brim with freshly made popcorn.

I knew Fawzia alright; - the dumpy, studious, bespectacled girl from college with the hijab, who always wore the baggy jumpers and long, shapeless skirts.

Whilst there was no doubt that this was the same Fawzia, her appearance was totally different. No hijab; shiny brown hair cut into a fashionable long bob. She had the biggest, darkest brown eyes, which I had never before seen, partly because the spectacles, they usually hid behind, were so badly in need of a clean, it was impossible to see anything through them; and whereas for college she wore no make-up at all, now she had on eyeliner making those large dark eyes even more captivating. She was a slightly built girl, with perhaps B-cup tits, - not that she was wearing a bra of any size today, evidenced by the dark brown nipples and areolae, easily visible through her tight white top. Below that she wore a short white skirt, which showed off, to great effect, her shapely thighs, which were the colour of delicious milk chocolate; - I salivated at the thought. I salivated even more at the thought of what even tastier delicacies may be hidden underneath her skirt, at the point where her milk chocolate coloured thighs met.

"Are we ready for the movie, then?" Kandy asked. Fawzia placed the box of popcorn by the settee, and I sat myself down on it, wondering if I was about to have to sit through some tame romcom. Perhaps I needn't have worried.

"What are you doing?" Kandy asked me, as I started to make myself comfortable on the settee

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I was a little lost for words. " I, I thought we were going to start the movie," I stammered.

"Don't you understand?" she asked, "This isn't just movie night; it's naked movie night!" and with that, the two girls began to remove their tops.

"Come on," Fawzia encouraged me, "you are going to join in the fun, aren't you?"

I was soon reminded of just how gorgeous Kandy's full tits, with their pink nipples, were. Fawzia's breasts, although smaller, were perfectly shaped, her dark areolae taking up a fair proportion of them, and chocolate-button nipples adorning them, for the moment at least, laying fairly dormant against the haloes surrounding them.

I began to undress. By the time my trousers and pants came off, the girls were completely naked, and my manhood, reacting to the nudity around me, literally sprang into view, as it was granted its freedom from my underpants, making both girls giggle.

I took in the view. Both had shaved pussies, and the labia of both girls were visible; - Kandy's pink and plump. Fawzia's mound was darker than her thighs and tummy, which framed it, and her thin dark labia reminded me of liquorice.

I sat down and the two girls sat either side of me, their naked thighs touching mine on the cosy settee intended for two. Kandy hit play, and the film began, showing three young people, coincidentally two girls and a guy, who soon lost their clothes and got down and dirty very quickly.

I don't think I could be criticised for expecting that being invited to watch porn, naked with two beautiful girls, came with certain promises, and it wasn't long before I chanced my arm - quite literally - by placing my hand on one of Kandy's breasts.

She jumped up. "What the fuck...?" she shouted, and Fawzia jumped up almost simultaneously.

The two girls disappeared into the kitchen and returned seconds later, each holding a length of rope.

"Hands out," Kandy said, and they each tied a length of rope to each one of my wrists, and the other ends to the arms of the settee.

I looked at them dumbfounded. I was utterly helpless - unable to touch them, and, for good measure, unable to touch myself, if the inclination had arisen. In surrender, of sorts, I relaxed my hands on the settee; - at which point the girls sat on them.

Things were looking up. I now had two handfuls of gorgeous, soft, warm arse, each middle finger resting conveniently right between the girls' legs.

On screen the action was hotting up. There was a close-up of the guy licking the pussy of one of the girls.

"Oooh, that looks so nice!" Kandy commented.

"Just watching it is turning me on," Fawzia agreed, and as if to prove a point they were wriggling about on my hands, and I could feel their pussies getting warmer and wetter.

"Pass me some popcorn," Kandy said, and Fawzia leaned over to pick up the box from the floor, pushing her bum backwards as she did so, causing my finger to go deeper into the warm, soft, fleshy, damp folds of her love tunnel. She passed Kandy the box, and she took a handful of kernels. Fawzia helped herself, before offering me some, feeding it to me, as my hands were otherwise engaged.

"What do you think to the flavour?" she asked. I told her it was okay. She took some more corn from the box, and this time, she leaned over my knees - that in itself was wonderful, as her chest brushed my erect penis - pushed a kernel into Kandy's pussy, before taking it out and then feeding it to me.

I'm sure my cock grew another half inch with excitement, and the pre-cum, of which I was already conscious, was starting to flow from it, running slowly down the length of my shaft.

"I think he likes it," she said, and then she took some more corn, pushed it into her own pussy, before fishing it out and feeding that to me.

"Any preference?" she asked.

"Both delicious," I assured her.

Prompted, perhaps, by the pudenda on the TV, Kandy asked Fawzia: "What do you call your...?" and nodded in the direction of her pussy.

Fawzia looked down at her lap, put her right hand between her legs, her fingers either side of her pussy, and pulled it towards her, as if to see it better. I, too, looked in the same direction, catching a partial view of her clit, pinker and lighter than her dark lips, as she pulled the hood a little.

"Oh, you mean my puddhi," she said.

"Pudding?" Kandy asked.

"No. Puddhi," Fawzia corrected her. "How about you?"

Kandy was also prompted by the question to place her hand on her vagina, but instead of pulling it towards her, as Fawzia had done, she placed her fingers either side and stretched them apart, slightly opening herself up, and giving me a glimpse, despite the odd vantage point, of the rich, pink insides.

"It's sometimes my fanny, but mostly my pussy. Occasionally I think of it as my cunt; but it's not a word I like."

"Yes, I have different words, too. There's choot, which I'm not keen on, and farj."

"Like Farage?" Kandy asked.

"I always knew he was a twat," I contributed, and both girls laughed, causing their tits to jiggle.

"What do you call your... thing?" Kandy asked, pointing at my erect penis.

"Not really thought about it," I said, "My cock? My dick?"

"I need some more popcorn," Kandy announced, and without waiting for the box to be passed to her, she leaned over my lap and reached over Fawzia's to retrieve the box, repeating the earlier joy of tits brushing against, and then squashing, my erection. It was blissful. As she sat back up, my finger penetrating her deeper on the upward journey, a string of pre-cum stretched between her right tit and my bell-end.

Kandy handed the box of popcorn back to Fawzia. "Is there not a better place we can put this?" she asked.

"I have an idea," Fawzia said, and with that she poked a hole into the bottom of the box with her fingers, and then holding the box with both hands, placed it over my cock and slid it over.

There are softer, warmer, more sensuous places for a penis to enter than a box of popcorn, but there was something so damn sexy about this, I thought I was going to cum, as I felt the popcorn in the box moving aside to make room for my manhood.

"I knew that would come in useful for something!" Kandy exclaimed, nodding in the direction of my Crackerjack box covered penis.

On the screen one the girls was having her tits sucked by the other girl and the guy. Kandy reached across me and took one of Fawzia's tits in her hand. "You have nice breasts," she told her, as she stroked her left tit and rubbed her forefinger over the nipple, causing Fawzia to sigh a little in appreciation.

"Do you think so?" she asked. "I've always thought them a bit on the small side. Not like yours," and as if to prove a point she returned the compliment. I was sure I saw Kandy's nipples grow harder in the process.

"Do men find it sexy having their nipples stoked?" Fawzia asked as the two of them each placed a hand on my chest and started to play with my nipples, gently tweaking them.

Nice as having my nipples touched was, I had in the past hardly considered it as the greatest of turn-ons; but this was so fucking hot. These two women, naked next to me on the sofa, my fingers buried in their pussies, who had just been virtually making out with each other with me in between them, and now they were stroking my chest. My cock reacted, twitching involuntarily in its popcorn cocoon.

The box jerked, causing some corn to fall out into my lap and onto the floor.

"Steady on," Kandy said. "We don't want to go spilling anything, do we? Not just yet, at least!"

The girls took it in turns to take popcorn from the box. Fawzia's fingers brushed my cock, tickling the head; Kandy, on the other hand took hold of me more tightly between her fingers, giving as much of me as she could reach a couple of rubs each time she reached in. Shit, it certainly was all I could do to prevent myself from spilling anything!

Kandy issued a new challenge. "Do you think," she asked Fawzia, "you could manage to take some popcorn without using your hand?"

"Hmmm, let me try," she said, and she bent down and extended her tongue into the box, flicking it round my glans a couple of times, before emerging, giggling, with some popcorn in her mouth. "Your turn!" she challenged Kandy.

Kandy followed suit, but made no pretence that her objective wasn't the popcorn, as she took my dick into her mouth and gobbled me for a few seconds, before then taking some corn in her mouth and sitting back up.

As turned on as I was, and that's an understatement, I got the impression the girls were too, and I wasn't wrong. They stood up from the settee and started making out in front of me. First they stood and kissed deeply, before fondling and then sucking each other's breasts, then they started to rub each other's pussies, before sinking to the floor, where they briefly 69'd each other.

They then looked up at me.

"I think he'd like some more curried corn," Fawzia said, and slid the box of popcorn off my cock, took some from the box, and climbed onto the settee, one foot each side of my thighs. Steadying herself with one hand on my head, she used the other to push some kernels inside her, and then moved closer to my face, encouraging me to fish them out of her pussy with my tongue.

God, she tasted good. I had eaten the popcorn in no time, but the juices running from her pussy were so much more delicious, as indeed I had imagined earlier they would be, even before she removed her skirt and knickers. Fawzia seemed to be enjoying the action, too. It was a shame, I thought, that she wasn't able to enjoy some tit fondling, as my hands were still tied to the arms of the settee; but if I was concerned she was missing out; - and you have to understand my concern was for her needs and hers alone ( - you honestly believe that? -), I needn't have worried, because in no time at all, Kandy was stood behind the sofa, steadying Fawzia, and rubbing her breasts, flicking her nipples with her thumbs, and kissing her passionately.

This was all so hot!

"You have a great puddhi," I told her, as I slurped on her juices, explored her insides, and flicked her clit with my tongue.

"Oh, she said," breaking off her snogging of Kandy, "that's no longer my puddhi; it's my bhosda."

I momentarily stopped licking her, and looked at her quizzically.

"The eskimoes," she explained, "have 50 words for snow. In the land of the Karma Sutra there are different words for vagina, depending on its state of arousal.

"So it's not your choot?" I asked, showing off the fact I was a cunning linguist.

Suddenly the mood changed. There had been moments throughout this whole experience, when I had thought that perhaps my cock could have been given a little more attention. But if ever there was a time, when I ought to have been careful what I wished for, this was it.

"Kuti ka bacha," Fawzia screamed at me, and simultaneously jerked my head backwards away from her cunt, and kicked me sharply in the bollocks, causing the blood to suddenly drain from my cock and my erection to fade.

Even Kandy was shocked and retreated away and moved round to the front of the settee, behind Fawzia.

"Whatever my farj is, it is certainly not a choot," she yelled. "You have demonstrated that your tongue is capable of bringing pleasure; you should guard it against causing pain. Now, continue," she said. Pressing my face back between her legs, where I gladly inserted my tongue back into her bhosda.

Kandy resumed her task of steadying Fawzia from losing her balance, but did so now by kneeling on the settee, effectively straddling my legs, and holding Fawzia at the waist, occasionally moving her hands upwards, as before, to caress her tits. And then it happened. First it was a mere tickle on the end of my cock, then a warm dampness brushing the ever so sensitive, highly excited surface, and then I felt the head of my penis surrounded by Kandy's pussy. If only just, I had actually entered her hallowed portals!

As I let out a sigh, she let out a giggle, and then climbed off. Cockteaser extraordinaire! And she released me from my bonds. For the first time, I was able to put my hands to use. I placed them first on Fawzia's arse, feeling it's roundness, delighting in its softness, before then allowing them to travel up her body, and explore those amazing tits, small, soft, yet at the same time firm. She gasped as I ran my thumbs over her nipples.

As Kandy placed herself at me feet, she gently lapped at my cock with her tongue, and I moved my hands and went all out with my own tongue and my fingers directly on Fawzia's clit. She moaned loudly, and shouted : "Fuck! I'm coming!" and held onto me to keep her balance, whilst her orgasm washed over her.

There was a brief pause, whilst all three of us slunk onto the floor.

"Wow," said Kandy her eyes scanning first me, then Fawzia, then back to me, where she seemed to focus on my throbbing cock. "Fancy some Kandy'd corn?" she asked, taking some popcorn from the box, and pushing into her pussy, and then, before I could decline ( - as if I would! - ) she sat herself down on my face, where I set to work on her, licking her labia from top to bottom and back to top, exploring her inner folds, retrieving and eating the popcorn, before moving to her clit, Which I sucked into my mouth and applied maximum pressure on her pink nub.

Fawzia had started to come back down to earth, and I felt first her hands, and then her mouth on my penis. She ran her thumb up its length, coaxing more precum out, before then licking it away.

As I sucked and licked on Kandy's cunt, she breathed heavily, and rubbed her ample tits. I reached upwards and pulled on her nipples, and her breathing grew heavier, and she began to rock against my mouth, until she screamed out in an orgasm, which seemed to go on for several seconds.

She collapsed onto the floor, and Fawzia stepped up her action on my dick, taking it into her mouth, applying pressure with her tongue, licking around my ever more sensitive cockhead. My head was spinning, and knowing I wasn't going to last much longer, blurted out: "I'm going to come!"

"Mind the carpet!" yelled, Kandy, and Fawzia's eyes darted, and then with her free hand she grabbed the popcorn box, and aimed my cock at it, just in time for me to shoot rope after rope of semen into the box.

As my orgasm subsided, Fawzia reached into the box, took some cum covered popcorn and ate it, before offering the box to Kandy.

"Creamed corn?" she asked.