It really shouldn't have worked. It wouldn't have worked on Sondra even back when she was a very small child; she'd grown up in the age of Stranger Danger and photos on the back of milk cartons, drilled and instilled with a whole set of plans and protocols for a very specific and unlikely scenario that she'd never actually encountered even though the memories of all those grandiose warnings lingered in the back of her head in a very particular kind of nostalgic trauma. And now here she was, at the worldly-wise age of forty-seven, with a pair of men perhaps half her age telling her, "We have some candy back at our van, would you like some?" And she found herself tempted to say yes.

Not just tempted, even. It was like the moment he said that word, Sondra found herself drifting back into a reverie of those heady, youthful days when simple indulgences seemed so much sweeter than they did now. The woman she'd become couldn't disentangle even something as simple as a chocolate bar from a whole host of petty concerns about budgeting and diet and health and tooth decay, but the question and the young blond man's guileless stare led her back into a world where she could just savor the taste on her tongue. It made her whole body tingle with a thoughtless euphoria.

She found herself nodding before she even had a chance to think about what she was acquiescing to, and even when the other man took her by the hand and began to lead her along Sondra still found that her brain wasn't quite willing to kick into gear. It was like that sweetness in her imagination, the lingering flavor not just of candy but of the nostalgic memory of candy without consequence, clung to her mind and weighed down her thoughts and made her smile in mellow indifference to her own actions. Sondra didn't need to wonder where she was going or why she was following along with two total strangers. She had the promise of sugar to look forward to.

Even when she tried to think, Sondra found her brain meandering down detours and side paths rather than focusing on the increasingly urgent question of where she was headed and who exactly was taking her there. She caught herself wondering if they were going to have peanut butter cups and mint patties, or just boring old milk chocolate bars like her uncle always got her. The side streets and alleys drifted into an amiable blur around her, and she was hard pressed to notice anything about her new companions beyond the color of their hair and of course the blond man's warm, inviting hazel eyes.

"We're getting real close now," the other man said, the one with the hair as bright as freshly scrubbed copper, and his words did stir a kind of vague, half-realization in Sondra's mind of just how long they'd been walking--she thought she knew downtown pretty well, but the languid stretches of candy-coated daydreams had taken her to an area entirely unfamiliar to her, and one that looked more than a bit seedy on top of it all. It wasn't enough to shake her out of her mellow placidity, but her smile did slip a little before the blond man gave her a reassuring grin and she felt the sweetness fill her head again.

By the time she finally spotted a windowless white van, parked between two warehouses at a loading dock that looked like it hadn't seen actual use for its intended purpose in several years, even Sondra's bemused and foggy brain couldn't help noticing a faintly clammy sensation suffusing the surface of her chest. She looked down in bewilderment to see that the entire front of her blouse was absolutely soaked in drool, then reached up with her free hand to rub a slick of saliva from her chin, and it was just enough to penetrate the morass of docile indolence filling her head because she found herself mumbling, "Ummmm...."

But by then the redhead was already opening the rear doors, and the blond rested his hand companionably on the back of Sondra's neck and told her, "Climb on in, it's all the way up near the front." And even though just a moment of actual thought would have exposed the transparent obviousness of his deception, that was more thought than Sondra seemed to be able to devote to the task of questioning his statements. He just seemed so kind, so generous, and he was offering her candy. Her favorite candy, in fact, the absolute best. Sondra clambered on in, grateful for the mattress underneath her that cushioned her knees from the hard metal floor.

Her skirt got in the way at first, but one of the young men must have noticed how much trouble it was giving her because he hooked his fingers into the waistband and let Sondra crawl right out of it. That left her underwear exposed, and Sondra blushed a little to realize that both of her companions could see the white cotton granny panties she never thought anyone would so much as glimpse when she left for work this morning, but it didn't embarrass her nearly as much as the dawning awareness that there was a sizeable wet spot right over her plump pink labia and it had to be obvious to both of them. "Um, uhh... candy?" she heart herself mumble, unsure of just how to explain that her nostalgic appetites had taken on a whole other dimension to her adult brain.

But the blond man chuckled, patting her on the rump and murmuring, "Right up near the front, honey," and all of Sondra's questions about what was turning her on so much about her favorite treat simply evaporated as her brain settled right back into the groove. She needed to get to the candy. It was tugging on her mind like a magnet drawing iron filings into position, and she couldn't really hold on to any other thoughts for very long. Even when the men climbed in behind her and closed the doors, it didn't stir much more than a momentary sense of confusion in her gullible head.

And they hadn't been lying. There was a whole bag of candy up front, fruity sweets and chocolate treats and even some of the black licorice Sondra would only eat as a child if there were absolutely no other options available to her. It was enough to make her eyes light up with utter delight, and she was so busy trying to decide what she wanted that she barely even noticed the young men peeling her clinging panties away from the slick, messy warmth of her soaking cunt. "You're being such a good girl," the blond man said, and the tone of approval in his voice made Sondra's vision swim with ecstasy.

The ecstasy only increased as she felt the redhead's prick push inside her wet, clenching pussy, his initial thrust synchronized to coincide with Sondra's first bite of a delicious coconut candy bar enrobed in rich, dark chocolate. Her befuddled brain fuzzed in and out of awareness for several moments, trying to figure out if the sensation between her legs was really real or just another product of this strange, unreasoning obsession she'd developed with her favorite childhood sweets... and that was exactly when the blond scooted himself up next to her head, looked her square in the eyes, and said, "Tastes good, doesn't it?"

And Sondra heard herself simply mumble, "uhn hnn," around the bite of candy in her mouth. Whatever titanic struggle was going on beneath the surface of her mind, her thoughts remained stuck in that same fog of amiable credulity that convinced her these two men were completely and totally trustworthy despite the evidence pounding away at her slick, squishy cunt. They'd promised her candy, they'd given her candy, and the taste on her tongue was every bit as sweet as all her childhood memories. It was impossible to hold onto anything else when she was being so tangibly, viscerally transported back to that state of pure, uncomplicated bliss.

Sondra's palms were a total mess by the time she finished her first candy bar--of course it had melted in her feverishly warm hands. She really couldn't have expected anything else with her whole body flushing so intensely with pleasure the way it was. But the blond was so nice and kind and gentle, and he helped hold her steady despite the way her body kept rocking violently back and forth so she could lick herself clean. He even fed her a mint patty after that so she didn't get all smeared and sticky again, although in her enthusiasm she had to admit she wound up sucking on his fingers with a degree of excitement that she probably would have thought of as unseemly under any other circumstances.

But the circumstances right now were that she was drooling and giggling and downright shuddering with glee, the pleasure of the sweetness so all encompassing it was like she was getting fucked with every bite. That almost triggered a flicker of comprehension right around Sondra's first orgasm, but those warm hazel eyes caught her and held her and made her every effort to think weaker than the last. Until finally she was sucking another coating off chocolate off her new friend's fingers while she moaned in wordless ecstasy.

Another thing that never really penetrated the fog in Sondra's brain was just what it meant when the redhead behind her let out a hoarse, strained grunt and drove his full body weight into her before slowly withdrawing. Another Sondra, perhaps the teenage Sondra who recognized all the signs of a horny boy losing his self-control and who'd gotten very good at yanking herself up and off of her lovers before they could finish inside her, might have given some thought to what it meant to have unprotected sex with a man who had so much obvious pent-up lust, but the Sondra she was right now had a brain every bit as soft and squishy as the half-melted chocolate clinging to her tongue and all she really knew was pleasure.

It was a pleasure that only seemed to grow. When the blond man squirmed out of his jeans, revealing a girthy cock that jutted up from his sandy blond bush with impressive urgency, Sondra found her mouth watering the same way it did when she first saw the treasure trove of candy waiting for her. She found herself reaching for it with fingers that were still a tiny bit sticky with smeared chocolate, and the second she saw a bit of the sweetness rubbing off onto the dick in her hands she leaned in to engulf him with a contented sigh. Before she knew it, her head was bobbing up and down the thick shaft as she savored the salty-sweet taste on her tongue.

"G-guh, good girl, good... girl," the young man gasped, struggling to keep some kind of composure, and even though his grip on her thoughts never fully loosened Sondra did realize that he was having a hard time keeping his mind on whatever he was doing to make her so blank and fuzzy and gullible like this. But all that did was trick her into convincing herself into thinking she needed to suck him off that much harder, so she could get him to spurt in her mouth and just possibly free her from his influence so she could think about what she was doing for a change.

It didn't work that way. When he came, Sondra's whole mind flooded with an artificial dopamine rush so powerful she couldn't hold two syllables together in her empty brain, and she slid off of him and slumped limply onto the mattress with her eyes staring sightlessly into space and semen slowly trickling out of her slack and drooling mouth. If her initial encounter with the young man had regressed her to a state of childlike credulity, this was enough to reduce her all the way down to the level of a rutting beast.

Which suited the redhead just fine. His cock had stirred back to full mast while Sondra was sucking his friend off, and he proved it by pushing his way back inside Sondra's sloppy cunt while she lay there, twitching and shuddering in relentless ecstasy. That was about it for even her hypothetical efforts at thought... but it definitely wasn't the end of the evening. And for the plaything Sondra had become, life was very sweet indeed.

THE END