Candy Ass by Wayback Machine

[PhilMarlowe]

Candy Ass by Wayback Machine

found this while using the Wayback Machine original author was named Luke hope you guys enjoy



Her name was Ashley, and she was a bitch. That is to say, she was a bitch because everyone knew she was a bitch, and everyone knew she was a bitch because everyone said she was a bitch, and if everyone said she was a bitch then she must be a bitch because why else would everyone say she was, right? So in short, it was high school. I knew she was a bitch, of course (because everyone knew she was), but I didn't care because I was always paying less attention to her bitchiness and more to the fact that she loved to wear jogging shorts in the summer and tank tops every day, and her ass and tits were both exquisite. This was probably also partly the reason she had earned a name for herself as a bitch, slut, tramp, etc. Among the girls mainly, of course.

But back to the ass: it had to be twice as wide as her hips, and stuck out so pertly that no shorts or jeans could ever cover it all, leaving at least part of her crack exposed at all times. I don't think there was a guy in the school who hadn't memorized her underwear drawer; at least five blue thongs three pink thongs, three more white thongs, a white g-string, two pairs of black panties with pink trim that said "SLAP HERE" on them (she would get extremely pissed whenever anyone obliged the panties, which was probably the reason the guys knew she was a bitch as well as the girls) and at least one pair of plain white panties. That's just from memory, mind you; she definitely had more, but I remember the white panties the most because I'd gotten to see every inch of them on one very special day.

I could never put her down and still can't, not like anyone else could. Even though she was a bitch, how can any red-blooded post-pubescent American hate a girl who was in his P.E. class and always wore the tightest of blue shorts (white trim) with a matching top? And one who sucked at tying her shoes, besides? Her gym clothes had earned her even more infamy than her normal clothes because of the simple fact that her shorts had "CANDY" written across their seat, inspiring the obvious nickname. We boys used it often, since every time it was called out she'd give that magnificent tush a twitch. Oh, how the girls hated her.

I loved Ashley because she could never tie her shoes correctly, and always bent over to tie them up again. For this purpose, I was always behind her during laps, games, or anything else. It wreaked havoc on my grades, but damned if it wasn't worth it. For the past four days, a group of five or so girls had made a habit of in turn being right behind me. Being the idiot I was, I always figured that they were hot for me, ignoring the obvious clue-in that all of them were united by their common interest of calling Ashley a bitch.

Friday was the day after our semester final, meaning we all got a free day while the teachers ...ed off somewhere to get high or whatever it is P.E. teachers do on their time off. One of the five girls, a petite hottie who fancied wearing black sports bras and wore her hair in a cute red ponytail, decided all of a sudden to become buddy-buddy with Ashley. Even I, entranced as I was by the tantalizing waistband of Ashley's white panties poking above the waistband of her gym shorts, realized something was up; the redhead had made a point of avoiding Ash since day 1. Ash was a bit of a ditz, though, so she didn't think it was strange at all when she was challenged to shoot hoops. The game was unsurprising for about five shots before Ash made a long shot, jumping up into the air and causing her tits to jiggle about like crazy. It was at that moment that the redhead yanked the Candy Ass shorts down to her ankles, causing Ashley to fall flat on her boobs. "Oops!", said the redhead cutely.

She had the attention of the entire gym now as she walked up to the faceplanted Ash and knelt down to give her upraised ass a couple well-placed smacks that made Ashley squeak and giggle nervously. "Look at this ass! No wonder all the boys are crazy for it!", the redhead exclaimed, kneading them with her fingers. Ashley giggled nervously, obviously unsure of what the hell was going on, and tried to push herself up to her feet. The redhead noticed this and turned her attention to those white cotton panties, shoving her hands down them and yanking them upwards in a vicious wedgie. Ashley screamed; every man in a five-mile radius got the hard-on of their lives.

At this point the redhead's four friends had decided to join the fun, walking up just as the redhead had decided on a fitting length to put between Ashley's reddened ass and her panties' waistband. "Aren't you happy, Ashley?" Cried one gleefully, "now you can show off even more of your ass than you normally do, you whore!" That one knelt down to deal out her own personal dose of smacks to Assley's ash. Ashley was pretty shaken up now, and was begging for them to stop it, appologizing for everything she'd doen and some things she hadn't.

"Oh, you're GONNA be sorry!" The panties slid down beautifully, and every eye was on that slightly tanned, bulbous and beautiful ass, exposed in all its glory. The redhead smacked it some more, then tossed the panties into the crowd; some fat guy caught them. Ashley was dragged to her feet, each girl but the redhead holding either an arm or a leg, forcing her to stand spread eagled. Her slit was exposed for all to see--perfectly shaved, not a millimeter of hair tarnishing that beautiful pussy. One of the girls lifted her leg, making it open and summoning catcalls from all angles. "And look at those tits!", exclaimed redhead, "It's a ...ing crime to keep these gazongas covered up, don't you think, girls?" The two holding her arms didn't even raise them, just pulled at the tank top and then the sports bra until they ripped. Ashley was now completely and utterly naked but for her shoes and socks. It was heaven.

"Who wants to feel 'em!" Screamed the redhead at the top of her lungs. Immediately half the guys in the room and even more of the girls ran up to grope Ashley's sexy bod, oblivious to her screaming. "What a noisy bitch!", yelled one of the girls. "She needs a spanking!", replied another. Ashley was shoved over the redhead's knees, and everyone who could reach her ass slapped the hell out of it, turning it a bright crimson. By the time I'd gotten close enough to cop a feel of my own they'd turned her face up and pulled her legs apart, giving the perfect view for everyone. I managed to get a fistful of tit and a carress of slit before the instructors returned.

Needless to say, the redhead and her pals got the book thrown at them. Everyone else, though, got nothing more than a stern talking to (they could hardly suspend the entire class; they'd no idea who exactly had been up there and who'd not been) and memories that will stay with us 'til the day we die.