I'm a cad; a philanderer even. I'm probably overall just a dick.
Yeah, I said it. I'm a dick.
I've been this way ever since I discovered girls.
At first I decided that girls who put out for anyone were to be avoided. So I started out with good girls; girls who waited to see whether they liked someone enough to have sex. At least it was the seventies and I didn't have to wait until I married them, but still it was three or four dates in before I could get into their pants. Sometimes longer!
And after I did, well, I started chasing another girl. That's where the cad part comes in. Almost the day after I'd had my way with them I was on the hunt for another conquest.
Not that I told them that or stopped having sex with them. In fact I would do them as often as I could before I got found out. Then came the shouting, the tears and sometimes the throwing things or even punching or kicking.
And after the storm had passed I'd move on as if I never learned the lesson.
Who am I kidding? Of course I didn't learn the lesson. At least not the lesson they were trying to teach. No, the lesson I learned was that I could have sex and after a brief period of discomfort or pain, I could move on to the next challenge and have sex with someone else.
So I guess I did learn a lesson.
The irony was that there were some girls I did all of the above to who came back for another bout. So I don't think you can blame those on me. Or maybe you could.
For instance there was Candy.
Now, with a name like Candy you might think I was talking about one of those girls who put out for anyone. But you'd be wrong. In fact Candy was one of my more challenging conquests.
We met at a dance club. I wasn't really into dancing, but I liked watching the girls dance. And as it turned out, Candy liked to be watched while she danced. Of course she would never admit that. In fact, she told me a few times that she would never date someone who didn't dance.
I don't know whether she really believed that or not, but I didn't rub it in when we were snuggled up in the back of my car outside Paradise Alley.
The Paradise was a glitzy discotheque that played all the cool music to all the cool kids dressed up in their coolest finery. Gold chains, platform shoes and white bellbottoms were the order of the day at Paradise Alley almost every night of the week.
Candy was always trying to get me on the dance floor and I was always refusing. That's when she told me I had no chance with her if I didn't dance with her. But I kept on trying. I'd show up at the Paradise, hang out, make small talk and do all those things that make a girl feel special. I even blushed a few times when she pressed me to dance with her, telling her I had two left feet.
Candy always laughed at my corny jokes and smiled whenever she saw me. I knew when I saw that I'd get her one of these days.
It was about six weeks after I met her for the first time she stood next to me outside the polished wooden rail surrounding the packed dance floor. She was rubbing her ass back and forth across the front of my slacks as we sang Love To Love You Baby together. The music was loud, the disco ball was spinning, the beat was deafening and I was softly squeezing her tits with both hands as she gave me a coy smile.
I dangled a tiny baggie of coke in front of her eyes and she followed me out to the parking lot like a rat following the Pied Piper.
After a few large hauls off the tiny glass mirror I kept in my glovebox we crawled into the back seat together. I'll tell you the disco beat was almost as deafening in the back seat of my car that night too.
I didn't really expect a blowjob from Candy that night. The most I was hoping for was to unzip her skin-tight bellbottoms and shove my hand between her legs for a while. Boy was I surprised when she reached into my slacks and freed my very hard dick from its ultra-tight confines. She was still sniffing back the remnants of the cocaine while she sucked me off.
She took my whole load down her throat and I just had to do something for her in return.
I pulled her bellbottoms down as far as her knees, scooped up both her legs in my arms and held them against my chest. Then I rammed my cock into her with one thrust. Her eyes opened really wide right then and she came almost immediately.
I don't think any of the other guys she might have been with had made her cum before. After that first thrust into her tight little channel she was practically my sex slave for life. She was all over me all the time. In just the first week we'd fucked each other's brains out at least ten times.
One memorable time was while my mom was downstairs watching some soap opera on TV. We were in my room "listening to music".
My mother had followed us up the stairs and was talking about snacks in the kitchen if we wanted. Candy had smiled and said, "No thank you Mrs. Collins." She was still descending the stairs to the living room when Candy pulled my cock out of my pants and gobbled it down like she hadn't been fed in a week. I came in her mouth before the first commercial break on my mom's TV show.
Candy bent forward over the bed and pulled her tight pants to her knees so I could eat her out. I tell you, she was hairy but her pussy tasted like Candy. From the back it wasn't so bad but there were times I was spitting her pubic hairs out for an hour after licking her.
The rewards though were far too good to pass up. She used to make this tiny squealing sound when she came, especially from my tongue. You couldn't hear her if you were standing outside the door, even if it was open. But that little squeal made me hard every time I heard it.
I'd just finished cumming inside her pussy and was pulling up my slacks when Candy decided to see if she could get me hard again. Well, to make a long story short, she did. And it was as hard as a rock when my mom came in with a tray of drinks.
I'm surprised she didn't drop the tray. That's what would have happened in the movies.
Instead my mom gave both of us a cold look and decided that maybe Candy should go home now.
Personally I thought it was a huge laugh. I didn't laugh while my mom was staring daggers at us. I laughed about it on the phone with Candy an hour later but she was mortified. Yeah, she actually used that word. She said she was mortified and said it at least three or four different ways like she was using it in a sentence for a spelling bee.
So that was the end of my trysts with Candy, at least for a while. She was too mortified to look my mother in the eye after that.
I think what pissed her off more than getting caught by my mom was when she found out I was fucking her cousin Cindy. Cindy had caught me and Candy fucking one day, except she didn't tell anyone but me. She followed me out to my car after an evening of Candy making that tiny squealing sound. I think she came so much with me licking her silly she probably took a nap as soon as I left.
Cindy snuck up on me just as I was about to open the car door.
"Whoa!" I said when she popped out of the bushes.
She was grinning and giggling, walking toward me with her hands behind her back and hopping from foot to foot in a way that told me she knew something. She was wearing those tight hot pants that were fashionable in the seventies. She had a matching pullover that was just as tight and showed the little bumps on her smallish tits.
"I know what you've been doing," she said with a grin.
