CHAPTER FOUR
As the week went past, Candy got more excited about the fucking party to be held on Saturday night and more frustrated about the fact she didn't know any extra cocks to take to the party. She knew her husband wouldn't like anybody she chose and would only tell her to shut up if she tried to discuss the matter with him. She didn't want Barbie upset because Jan sucked or fucked all the cocks. Candy actually preferred no discord at all, but lately all she was getting was flak from her husband. She couldn't do much about him. She wondered if she was really as dumb as he kept telling her she was. Maybe she was, and if she was she couldn't help that, either. What she could do to help was find some cocks to take to the party so the girls wouldn't be angry with each other. She hated fights and arguments.
Candy didn't know where to look for stray cocks or married ones, either. She was getting a complex about her fiery red snatch, too. Maybe her husband wasn't the only one who didn't like her snatch. She would hate to be put down by anybody, but her loyalty to the cause made her insides churn with anticipation of finding a cock for the party.
Candy and Carl lived toward the back of the park. Candy wanted children but Carl thought she was too dumb to rear them. She knew she could manage and longed for the day when she could hold her own baby in her arms and cuddle it. She was on the pill so she presumed it would be a long time before she ever got pregnant and she was thirty. Carl made her stay on the pill. To avoid a fight, Candy obeyed him. The thing that really got her was that the other guys at the party had liked her red pussy. She wondered why her husband didn't. Maybe she wasn't so dumb. Maybe he just wanted her to think she was. After hearing for ten years how stupid she was, she believed it. She liked the parties. She didn't feel so dumb as her husband wanted her to.
There was a knock at the door and Candy bounced her red hair as she walked to open the sliding glass door.
"Hi," she smiled warmly at the two young boys.
"Hi. You wanna buy some tickets to help support the boys club?"
"Sure. Come on in and I'll get some money," she said most agreeably.
"Easy sale," the one boy said to the other.
They followed her inside her mobile home and stood fidgiting on the threshold of her mobile home.
Candy rummaged through her ill-arranged purse and dug for money.
"How much money do you want?" she asked.
"The tickets are one dollar each and you might win a trip to Disneyland," one boy said.
She gave the boys a five and said she didn't have anything more or less to contribute, so she took the five tickets and put them on top of the cluttered refrigerator. She probably never would ever find them again.
"I've got some soft drinks. You guys want some?" she asked.
They agreed and she let them choose which flavor they wanted while she took what was left over. They all went into the living room and sat drinking.
"How old are you guys?" she asked, thinking about the upcoming party.
"Fourteen."
"Oh, my, that's too young," she gasped, clamping her hand over her mouth in awe.
"Too young for what?" the red-haired boy asked.
"Do you think I'm dumb or something? I wouldn't ask kids like you to go to a fucking party. You're too little. I thought you were older. You really look older than fourteen. I'd be really dumb if I told you that we swap husbands and wives and fuck everybody. Now that'd be dumb. And to think I thought you guys were old enough to screw around, now that's stupid. I'm glad I didn't mention it to you," she said and sipped her pop.
One boy looked at the other and they both grinned devilishly.
"Oh, we're old enough to fuck. Where are these parties you wouldn't tell us about?"
"At a friend's house. You know that house on the corner of Elm and Maple? You kids better stay away from there on Saturday nights. You're much too young to crash a party like we have. I mean, that'd be dirty and nasty to try and get you young boys in on fucking women and sucking cunts and all that nasty stuff. God, I'm glad I asked you how old you were so you wouldn't go to such a party. My God, there's booze and naked people and all that stuff. God!"
The boys finished their pop and thanked her for the money and split, laughing. They figured she was really stupid. They might even tell their buddies it was so funny.
When they left, Candy smiled like a cat. She knew they'd be at the party. She also knew that since they were from the Boys' Club, they might even bring some of their friends. It had been a long time since she'd had a cock that young and she was sure Barbie would love to get fucked by a fourteen-year-old prick. Young guys get it up so much faster and harder and shoot more cum. She smiled as she grabbed her purse and went out her door, not locking it, to get into her car and go look for some more cocks. She was quite pleased with herself.
She went to the market and bought her supply of groceries and asked the box boy to help her out to the car.
"You've really got muscles," she said dumbly. "I wish I had some. I'm just a dumb, weak woman, my husband says so," she said innocently.
"Oh, you've got muscles," he said, looking at her jutting tits.
"Not near like you've got," she said, feeling his upper arm.
"Say, I get off work now. Could you give me a ride home?" the boy asked. He thought she was dumb enough to take him all the way home and he wouldn't have to hitch a ride.
"Sure," she said agreeably.
He chuckled at the fact she didn't even ask him where he lived. This was one very agreeable woman, and her tits weren't all that bad, either. Maybe they could flex muscles for each other. He got into the car beside her and they left the parking lot together.
"Where do you want to go, honey?" she asked, flicking her long, red hair back over her shoulders.
"To the other side of town," he said.
His eyes surveyed her jutting titties, her flat belly, her rounded hips. If she was so dumb as to pick up a hitch-hiker she deserved to be fucked and learn a lesson. She was so trusting, she was beyond belief. She had tipped him a five instead of a one and never even knew the difference and he hadn't been about to tell her. She didn't even know where he was telling her to drive but she went.
"I made a terrible mistake this morning. You know I was actually gonna tell some boys about a party this Saturday night at a friend's house on Elm and Maple. It isn't the kind of party young boys should go to, but you're not nearly as young as they were and I wouldn't even tell you about it, the orgy I mean. God, I was really embarrassed," she said putting one arm on the back of the seat and punching her breasts tightly against her shirt. Her rigid nipples poked enticingly.
"Elm and Maple? Saturday night?" he asked, ogling her tits.
"Yeah, but you don't know where that is. It's over by my place. I live in the mobile home park on Maple. The one by the store. Clear in the back, space sixty-nine, that sort of is easy to remember isn't it? Space sixty nine. Oh, I forgot, you're probably a little young to understand that one. That was a funny joke. That is my space, though, but that's way back the other way," Candy said dumbly.
The box boy couldn't believe her. His eyes devoured her body. He got her to drive out into the country.
"My name's Candy. What's yours?" she asked, squirming on her itching crotch.
"Bob," he said.
"That's funny, because there's a Bob who goes to our parties. Only he's much older than you are. How old are you?" she asked.
"Sixteen," he said, his dark eyes sparkling.
"Did you know you've got a hard-on?" she asked nonchalantly.