Candy Money
By Montrose
The blonde and the redhead fight over him 

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It is a bright Saturday morning, 10:30 ish. I pull myself out of bed and slop
together some coffee. I have to dig through a lot of beer bottles to come up
with a mug from the bottom of the sink. What a night. Why did my place have
to be the Friday night poker palace? It smells like stale beer and wet
cigars. Oh well. I made a killing last night. Ten grand in cash sat piled on
my living room table. I scratch my balls, sip my coffee and snicker. These
suburban suckers should know better than to play with the big boys.
I sit by my kitchen window and watch as mothers push their children out to
play. The day is half over and I'm just getting started.
Then something happens that always piques my interest. Those two girls from
across the street step out onto their front porches. They live side by side
and are seniors at the catholic high school together - remarkably developed
for tender young things of 18. One is a 6' tall blonde with broad shoulders
and round succulent hips, maybe 180 or 190 pounds. I'm an inch shorter than
her and only 165 pounds. The other girl is a 5' 10" redhead and around 150
pounds, much of that being breast. They both wear their school uniforms
(strange for a Saturday): oxford shoes, knee socks, pleated plaid skirts
(with hems way too high for standard issue), and white blouses. The blonde 
has her hair up in two ponytails. The redhead lets her fiery mane fly in the
breeze. They give each other the cold shoulder and head in opposite
directions.
They go door to door, selling something it seems. They stop and chat with
whoever opens the door. If it's a man they flirt and twist their hips or
nudge him with their chest. Then the person disappears and comes back with
cash or a check. If it's a man he comes back with a big wad of cash and gets
a kiss on the cheek for his trouble.
My cock throbs in my shorts and I rub it lazily as I watch them work.
Eventually they go out of view down opposite sides of the block so I return
to my coffee and start stacking my cash in neat piles.
Then the door bell rings. And someone knocks at the same door. I open it just
a bit since all I have on is my boxers and there stand both girls, scowling
at each other. When they see me their faces change to sweet, inviting smiles
and they push into my house as one.
"Excuse me girls! I wasn't expecting company." I say as I cover myself with a
stray shirt. They ignore me for a moment and close the door behind
themselves.
"This one is mine!" says the redhead. "I got to the door first. I'm going to
win this contest."
"Lets just let him decide who he wants to give his money to, shall we." Says
the blonde, sticking her tits in the redhead's throat and scowling down at
her.
"What contest?" I ask.
The blonde eyes me seductively - taking me apart with her glance - and says,
"We're raising money for Our Lady of the Festering Wound's school band by
selling candy. We both have almost 3 thousand dollars sold. The one with the
most sold by Monday wins a diamond pendant." She looked back at the redhead,
"And that would be me."
The redhead approaches me and presses her ample bosom around my forearm. She
slips her fingers into the band of my boxers and runs them back and forth
across my stomach. My rod springs to attention and bumps her sharp finger
nails. "I know you took a lot of money from our dads last night. Why don't
you give it to me, big man. Wouldn't a diamond look nice buried between
these breasts, next to your cock?" she asks. I have to agree.
The blonde slips her arm around my shoulder and presses her boobs into my
chest. She wraps one powerful leg around my waist and clutches me to her
groin. "Give me the money. I've seen you watching me - how you drool when I
bend over. I'll give you my panties if you choose me you pervert." She says
breathlessly down into my face.
My knees begin to buckle. Even on one leg the blonde supports me easily in her
powerful arms as she pushes the redhead away. "Go away little girl." she
says. "We're busy." I slip my face onto the blondes neck and inhale her pure
soap and skin scent. My hands slip under her skirt and rub her firm round
cheeks. She flexes them in my grip, driving my pud to full engorgement. Don't
come yet, man. Her heat seems to run right through me.
Suddenly she is ripped from my arms and I fall to the floor. The two girls
are grappling above me, teetering this way and that. I watch their legs and
butts flex as they strain for the best footing against each other. I scurry
to a corner to keep from getting stepped on. They fall to the floor still
clutching each other. The beer bottles rattle in the sink in the other room.
They roll back and forth ripping at each others hair and clothes, knocking
over furniture. Both blouses are in tatters. Then the redhead gets a moment
of advantage and, grabbing the ponytails, smacks the blonde's head against the
hardwood floor several times. She continues with a flurry, dropping her knee
onto the blonde's temple before she stands over her.
The blonde lay prone before me her legs spread wide. I can see the bulge her
muff makes in her panties, white with little blue flowers. Her smooth cheeks
spread beyond the scant cotton. The redhead stomps on the blonde's head with
her oxfords. The blonde twitches beneath her. She stomps on her tits. The
blonde's thick legs rise and fall to the floor again as she gasps for air. She
works her way up and down the big girl's body, stomping her mercilessly. The
blonde only grunts and moans under the relentless assault.
The freckles on the redhead's cheeks are all but obscured by the flush of her
rage. She wants more of a fight "Get up!" she shouts. "Get up you horse!" She
spits down on the blonde's face. Finally the blonde rolls over and gets her
arms and legs under her.
When she is up on all fours the redhead plops down on her back and kicks her
ribs hard. The blonde leaps forward trying to avoid the pain. The redhead
rides the bucking blonde around the room like this, steering her by her
ponytails before she rams her, head first, into a wall. The blonde collapses
again, moaning.
The redhead grabs one ponytail and half drags the blonde over to the coffee
table full of money. She sets the blonde's head face down on the table and
then starts bouncing up and down on it with her ass. With every bounce the
money flutters and the blonde moans or cries out. The redhead is giggling now,
a blood curdling sound, given the situation.
She gets bored and kicks the blonde to the floor, once again giving me a view
up her skirt. She steps on the blondes face and walks down her body toward me.
As she steps down from the blonde's belly she sends her heel back into the
blond's twat meat. The poor girl goes fetal and rolls over on her side.
I am paralyzed with fear as this fire ball steps up and stands over me. She
stands so close I can see her lily white panties, soaked with the effort and
excitement. As they stretch to cover her hot mound, little red hairs escape
the cloth. She kneels over me and stuffs my chin into her deep wet cleavage
looking up. All I can see are her tits and her scowling, freckled face.
"I have a strap-on in my purse." she tells me. "You either sign all of that
cash over to me or I'll ass fuck you for the rest of the weekend! And I'm in
the mood to ride somebody hard and dry! What's it gonna be?"
I begin to cry I am so frightened! I can see by how she handled herself that
I don't stand a chance! Ten grand or have my ass ripped wide open? I know I
have to submit, but I'm crying too hard to speak.
I scream like a girl when the redhead suddenly rockets up into the air. It is
the blonde. She stands over me holding the redhead high over her head by the
throat and one thigh. The muscles on her arms and torso leap into beautiful
definition as she strains under the struggling mass. She holds the girl
aloft, looking down at me and says, "Just remember that I saved you when you
buy the candy from me, sugar." Then she drops the redhead face first to the
floor.
The redhead leaps to her feet. I gasp. The redhead charges the blonde. The
blonde lifts one long hard oxford and plants it right in the redhead's chin,
knocking her back to the ground. The she drops her ass onto the redhead's
gut. Snot and spit shoot from the redhead's nose and mouth as all the air
leaves her lungs.
The blonde stands on the redhead's throat, chocking her. She reaches up under
her own skirt and slowly pulls her panties down to her knees. "Remember
these?" she asks in a coy, girlish voice. "I promised them to you, didn't I?
There all wet and gooey now though. Do you still want them?"
What a sight! She towers over me with her panties stretched between her knees;
her hands holding her skirt up as they rest on her bare hips exposing her
glistening blonde bush; her blouse torn to shreds exposing her ample swaying
bosom; her ponytails swinging over her ears; and her foot on the throat of an
angry and powerful redhead. "God yes!" I almost shout as spittle drips to my
chin.
The blonde clicks her heels together and the panties drop to the floor. She
does a two step to remove them that takes her foot off of the redhead's
throat. As the redhead rises to her hands and knees the blonde kicks her
panties up onto my face. I inhale and I am transported to heaven.
When I pull them off of my face a wave of fear jumps up my spine. The redhead
is up and throwing punches into the blonde's Italian belly. She looks like a
pro working a body bag! One two three. One two three four. But the blonde just
holds the girl's head down and winks at me. After a few more blows, she
stuffs the redhead's head between her powerful thighs and drops backwards
onto the coffee table. The beer bottles rattle again and the money whisks to
the floor. Good thing it's a sturdy coffee table.
She doesn't hop up and down on the redhead's face like the redhead did to
her. She props herself up with her arms behind her and just watches the
redhead struggle for air between her legs. Her ass covers the girl's head
entirely. Just a strand of red locks protrudes, and an occasional muffled
scream. The redhead fights savagely at first, but slows quickly as she runs
low on air.
Eventually the blonde leans forward and flips up the redhead's skirt. The girl
is submissive in her exhaustion. "She threatened to take you up the ass,
didn't she?" asks the big blonde. I nod, still huddled in my corner. "Well,
she's got a tight little ass." She slips the redhead's panties down her
thighs. "Do you want to hump it? Don't be afraid. She can't hurt you now."
The redhead's freckled ass sways invitingly. But her wet red bush captures my
imagination. "Take whichever hole you want, stud. Enjoy yourself. I know I
will." And she pulls the redhead's arm back until her shoulder grinds into
her blonde mound.
As I mount the red laced quim the blonde rocks and humps the girl's shoulder.
I lay down on the redhead's back and grab her massive tits as I pump. My face
is next to the girl's shoulder, so the blonde alternates between humping the
girl and riding my face. She comes several times as she towers over us both.
I can hear the redhead moan with pleasure from under the blonde's ass. I pound
her from the rear with greater fury and she moans even more. She likes it
hard and fast.
When she comes she almost unseats the blonde as she arches her back and shouts
like a jungle cat. After things settle back down, the blonde stands and wipes
her wet bush on the redhead's panties.
The redhead slides from the table and puts a lip lock on my shaft. She moans
and masturbates as she sucks me off. I feel the urge rise fast and I shot my
load all over her freckled face.
She laps it up. "Ohhh that's good." she growls. "I want some more!" 

I am so turned on I'm already up for it. She flips onto her back and pulls me
on board. I slid home easy and secure. She is greased and ready for a long
ride.
But the blonde gets jealous and pulls me up, pinning me to the wall, dangling
my feet off the ground. "You fuck her when I tell you to fuck her." She
snaps. Her powerful hands dig into my windpipe. I nod my understanding and
she drops me to the floor.
The redhead winks at me and crawls slowly up to the blonde's oxfords, kissing
them on the way up her long smooth legs. "Please don't be mad. You're in
charge. Let me show you how in charge you are." And she sticks her tongue up
the blonde's ass. The blonde spreads her legs and groans. She drips juice to
the floor as the redhead gives her the most expert muff and rim jobs I have
ever witnessed - all the time begging for forgiveness.
After a few orgasms the blonde topples to the floor, but the redhead keeps at
it. Finally she can't take it anymore. "Stop! I'm gonna bust! I can't come
anymore!" Shouted the blonde.
"I can't stop until someone fucks me." snarls the redhead.
"You got it, sister." says the blonde and she reaches into the redhead's purse
and pulls out the strap-on. She mounts the redhead with the fake cock and
starts humping. It was early afternoon when they started. They made me cook
dinner and bring snacks in the evening as they continued. By midnight they
lay motionless in a pool of sweat and goo on my living room floor, completely
spent.
They make me lick them clean as they explain the agreement they reached. They
are going to split my cash. In return they wont gang rape my ass. The blonde
forces me to my knees and makes me suck off the strap-on as they count out
the money.
They put on a couple of my shirts so they can make it across the street. The
blonde stops at the door. "We'll be back. Don't be short on cash or come. If
you don't like it, tough. You should know better than to play with the big
girls." She slams the door behind them.
Oh, I like it plenty.