Fourteen-year-old Candy White, a petite blonde with wide innocent-looking blue eyes, was watching a western on television and thinking about sex. She tried to concentrate on the movie, but it was no go. Lately it seemed as if she could think of only one thing.
Candy sighed, kicked off her shoes, and got into a more comfortable position on the couch. She was babysitting for Tom and Mary Peters and was going to stay all night, so there was plenty of time for thinking. The trouble was, she just didn't know enough about that fascinating subject, sex. Her parents hadn't told her anything.
Candy knew how babies are made, but that was about it. She wanted to know what men and women actually did in bed and how men differed from women. Some of the older kids at school kept talking about something called "fucking". She wanted to know all about it. But her parents, modest church-going people, said that "nice" girls didn't ask such questions.
"Oh, hell," Candy sighed, getting up and turning off the TV. None of her questions were going to be answered tonight, so she might as well just go to sleep. She wandered into the bathroom and started to undress. There was a big full-length mirror in there, and she couldn't resist taking a peek at herself when all her clothes were off. She was fascinated with the changes in her body which had taken place just this year.
A year ago she'd been skinny, flat, straight up and down like a boy. Now she had pert little tits the size of apples, capped with pretty pink nipples. Her waist curved in sharply, her hips were rounded. Most interesting of all, she was growing hair at the base of her belly, a light blonde puff of soft curls. She wondered what that hair was for.
In fact there was a lot of stuff down there whose function she wasn't sure about. Looking into the mirror, Candy gently petted her little platinum fur patch, then eased her small hand down between her legs. She parted the plump hot lips of her mons and touched a tiny moist lump of flesh. She'd discovered that little button just a few days ago and had no idea what it was for.
One thing she knew, though-it felt terrific to touch herself there. She rubbed the little lump with the tip of her finger and experienced a sudden jolt of sharp pleasure.
"Ummmmm," Candy sighed.
Reaching even farther back into her moist warm crotch she found a pencil-thin hole at the very center of her body. Older girls had told her that this was her "cunt", but she still didn't know what it was for. It was fun to rim the moist hot mouth of the little hole, but when she tried to insert her finger, there was pain.
Sighing, Candy slipped into her nightgown, left the bathroom, and found the sleeping bag the Peters had provided for her. She spread the bag out on the couch and crawled in. Almost immediately she lifted her gown, thrust her hand into her crotch, and started rubbing her funny joy button again. She just couldn't resist, it felt so good. Sighing happily, she pressed her finger against the pea-size bump and rubbed slowly, sensuously ...
"Oh, wow," Candy murmured, "ohhh ..."
As she rubbed the firm fleshy button, her whole crotch changed. The pink virgin flesh swelled up plump and tight. Her young pussy got steamy hot, and fragrant juice started to leak from her tiny cunt, making her whole crotch slick and moist. She got more and more excited.
"Ummmm," she moaned, "UMMMM ..."
She'd never played with her little button so long before, never gotten herself so hotly aroused. She instinctively rubbed faster and faster on the wet hot lump, and the searing pleasure grew till it was almost unbearable. Candy panted and whimpered with excitement. Her pussy was very wet now, almost dripping.
Suddenly the room seemed to explode in a blast of pleasure.
"OOOOOO," Candy wailed.
Her small body became one giant burst of pleasure, and for long delicious moments she writhed and moaned deliriously. As the waves of pleasure receded, she sighed loudly and promptly fell asleep like the healthy young animal she was. That sure as hell had been fun. She didn't realize that she'd just had the first orgasm of her life. She didn't even know what an orgasm was.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Tom and Mary Peters got home. They were doing their best to be quiet, but Tom was a little drunk and kept stumbling into things. Candy woke up but didn't move.
"Tom," Mary giggled, "watch it. You'll wake the sitter."
"Hell with it," said Tom.
"Come on, this way," said Mary. "Hang on to me. I'll lead you."
One small lamp was still on in the living room, and Candy could see the Peters as they made their way fumblingly across the room. They had almost reached the stairs when Tom suddenly embraced Mary and started to kiss and paw her hungrily. He was a tall athletic blond man in his late thirties, quite attractive, and Mary was a petite curvy brunette. She didn't look very i]ig, but she did manage to wiggle out of his embrace.
"Tom, not here," she said.
"Why not?" Tom grinned, lunging for her again. "Never balled you in the living room before."
Mary sighed, half amused and half exasperated. "Tom, you're drunk," she said. "You're not thinking. Candy's sleeping right over there. We'd wake her up."
"That's okay," Tom said, still trying to catch his elusive wife. "Teach her the facts of life."
"Tom, you're impossible," Mary laughed. "But, no-if you want me, you'll have to come upstairs."
She slipped past him and raced up the stairs. Tom cursed and stumbled after her.
Candy was disappointed. She wouldn't have minded at all if the Peters had shown her some "facts of life." She wished very much that they'd stayed right there and done whatever they were going to do-Tom had called it "balling," and
Candy was sure it had something to do with sex. Damn it all,..
Then Candy had an idea. r
If the Peters wouldn't stay there and ball in front of her, she could sneak upstairs and watch them. It was as easy as that. She wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. Highly excited, she slipped out of the sleeping bag and tiptoed up the stairs. At last she was going to find out what sex was all about.
Candy crept silently past the children's doors till she reached the master bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was closed, so she knelt down and looked through the keyhole. She was in luck. They'd left a light on, and she had an excellent view of the big king-sized bed. She could even hear Tom and Mary talking.
"You were a very bad boy tonight," Mary said. "You pinched our hostess' ass."
"Couldn't help it," Tom said. "I was horny."
Mary laughed and drew her party dress off over her head. She was thirty-five, plenty old enough to be Candy's mother, but she still had a spectacular figure. Candy watched her enviously. Mary's curvy little tan body had everything in the right place. Her grapefruit-size tits threatened to pop right out of her pink lace bra.
Tom appreciated the sight, too, obviously, for he lunged at Mary again. He managed to squeeze her big ripe tits briefly before she giggled and escaped him. Candy noticed that there was a big lump at the fly of his pants, almost as if he had a cucumber in his pocket-only it wasn't his pocket.
She was puzzled ...
"Take off your clothes, darling," said Mary, "and then we'll solve your little problem."
"Clothes? Oh, yeah," Tom mumbled.
Dutifully he began to undress. Candy's blue eyes widened with curiosity and excitement. She'd never seen a naked man before. At last she was going to find out how men were different from women. She watched eagerly as Tom slowly fumbled out of his shoes, pants and shirt.
Meanwhile Mary finished undressing, watching her husband with amusement. She unhooked her nearly-bursting bra and flung it aside. Her round ripe jugs wobbled out into their natural shape, plump and firm. On such a small woman those breasts looked enormous. Her nipples were large and cone-shaped, the color of coffee and cream.
Tom eyed his wife's large wobbling boobs and gave a horny sigh. "Come here, baby," he said hoarsely.
"Uh-uh," said Mary. "Not till you undress."
"Shit," said Tom, starting toward her. By this time his pants were around his ankles, and he tripped over them and fell flat on his face. Mary laughed and went on undressing, unperturbed. She started easing down her lacy pink panties. Tom looked up at her longingly from the floor.
"Hard-hearted bitch," he said.
"You can't fuck in your clothes, dummy," said Mary. "Come on, Tom, get with it."
Fuck. Mary had said fuck. Candy grew very excited as she watched. She was going to see the real thing... She watched Mary slipping out of her panties. Mary had hair down there, too, but a lot more than Candy. Her large thick triangular fur patch was a glossy brown. Tom eyed it and moaned.
"I want you," he sighed.
"Well, you can have me," said Mary, "when you finish taking off your clothes. Honestly, Tom, I'm not going to undress you. You're a big boy. Hurry up and come to bed-before I fall asleep."
That threat spurred Tom into action. While Mary stretched herself out on the bed and watched him with a mischievous grin, he managed to get to his feet again. Swaying and moaning, he drew his t-shirt off over his head. His hard tan chest had a light matting of golden hairs which Candy found very attractive.
Then she held her breath as he started taking down his jockey shorts. There was still that huge hard lump, and now she'd see what was causing it. She'd see how a man looked down there. Her blue eyes widened hugely as she watched Tom Peters...
First there was a thick patch of golden hair, and then, as he slid his shorts down, a huge long thick pole of flesh popped out of the confining shorts. Candy almost gasped out aloud. The thing, whatever it was, was enormous. It was milky-pale and blue veined all the way up the stalk, then ended in a big knobby purple head. It swayed stiffly before him.
"Look at that," he said mournfully, "just look at my cock. It's been that way all evening. I was ready to fuck their goddamed poodle."
"Poor baby," laughed Mary. "Well, now you can do something about it, can't you? You just bring that poor stiff cock to me, dear ..."
So it was called a cock. That didn't tell Candy much. Wide-eyed and astonished, she gazed at Tom's huge wagging erection. Below it hung two rosy-red sacs of flesh, taut and swollen. She wished she could have looked longer, but now Tom eagerly stumbled over to the bed and climbed up beside Mary, his big dick wagging lewdly.
"Get your legs open, woman," he panted. "I need you so bad..."
But Mary didn't obey. She only laughed and gave him a push, and Tom rolled over onto his back and moaned with frustration. His huge pale prick stood straight up from its tight curly golden bush, pointing at the ceiling. A big bright glob of juice bubbled out of a dark slit mouth at the head of his cock.
"Dammit, woman," he said.
"Let's not hurry," said Mary. "You know I like to play with you first."
"Not tonight," Tom moaned, "not now ... I need it too much ... I ohhh, Jesus ..."
Mary had suddenly curled her little hand around the fat hard stalk of his cock. She was grinning impishly. Apparently it gave Tom sharp pleasure to be touched like that, for he moaned and closed his eyes, making no more protest. Mary began to move her little fist slowly up and down his rigid dick.
"My, my, it certainly is a hard on," she teased. "Poor thing, you must have suffered all evening."
"You're telling me," Tom sighed. "Ummm, that feels nice, honey, but take it easy ... I could come any second ..."
"Umm-hmm," Mary purred.
She kept moving her hand gently up and down the huge long pole of his cock, apparently enjoying the feeling. Her brown eyes gleamed. Presently she moved onto her hands and knees and bent over him, still pumping his stiff pale meat. She had her pert little butt toward the door, and Candy could see everything ...
So that was how women looked down there. Candy had felt herself but had never seen between her own legs. She watched avidly as Mary crouched and displayed her whole pussy. Candy saw a line of rich red wet flesh encircled with fine brown curls. She saw the small shadowed hole at the center of Mary's crotch, just like her own only bigger. Hot bright juice trickled from the hole, making Mary's slit wet and gleaming.
Candy realized that Mary's pussy was just like her own when she played with her funny little button. Mary must be hot and excited, too. But for what? She hadn't played with herself. She seemed to be getting aroused just from touching her husband's cock. Juice streamed from her shadowed cunt mouth and trickled down her thighs ...
"You naughty thing," Mary said hoarsely, "going around with a cock stand all evening. People must have been scandalized."
"I did get some funny looks," said Tom. "But to hell with them. A man has a right to get horny ..."
Mary laughed softly. She was looking hungrily at the huge swollen purple head of his cock, and then suddenly she leaned forward, stuck out her little pink tongue, and started licking the taut fleshy head. Tom moaned loudly and flinched, then settled back with a blissful sigh. Her little wet tongue raced around and around the fat head of his cock.
"Yeah, yeah, that's nice, honey," he sighed. "Yeah, lick that meat, baby .."
Candy shook her head wonderingly. She certainly was learning a lot tonight, almost more than she could handle. She'd seen what men looked like, learned about cocks, learned that women could get turned on just from touching men. And now Mary was licking the head of Tom's prick like it was the most fun in the world. She licked up his thick dribbling juice and swallowed it...
"Ummmm," Mary murmured, "delicious cock..."
Tom moaned and shivered. "Go down on me a little, baby," he said, "give me some head ... "
Mary obediently popped his thick purple cock-head into her mouth.
"AWWWWW," Tom bawled.
Mary started to suck on his swollen knobby cock-head, while Candy watched in amazement. She hadn't dreamed that love-making was so complicated, that there were so many things you could do in bed. From the look on Tom's face, she concluded that it must feel great for him to have his cock sucked. He was grinning broadly, eyes closed, and he moaned steadily.
Meanwhile Mary reached down and cupped the two rosy sacs of flesh that hung below his cock. She gently and rhythmically squeezed them as she went on sucking his dick. Tom moaned loudly again, and his horny grin broadened.
"Yeah, play with my balls, honey," he whined. "That's good ..."
Candy hastily stored away this information, that the fleshy bags were called balls and that men like to be touched there. She noticed that Mary was trying to get more and more of Tom's long rigid pale cock into her mouth, as if just sucking the head wasn't enough. At last the little brunette worked her red lips right down to Tom's golden bush, and his whole stiff prick was inside her mouth.
"Awwwww," Tom moaned, "awww, baby, YES ... Blow me, doll, eat my cock ..."
More new words-blowing, eating. Candy felt dizzy with excitement. She watched attentively as Mary sucked Tom's cock. She was sucking very fast and hard now, making a loud lewd slurping noise. Tom was going out of his head, whining, gasping, starting to pump his hips. He eagerly jabbed his swollen meat back and forth in his wife's hot wet mouth.
"Awww, shit, that's enough," he gasped finally. "Better quit, honey, before 1 come ..."
Reluctantly Mary drew her mouth off his cock and licked her lips. Tom's hugely erect prick lurched up to point at the ceiling again, dribbling big bubbles of juice. It was wet and shiny with Mary's spit. Candy judged this cock, the first she'd ever seen, to be about six inches long. It looked gigantic to her inexperienced eyes.
Tom hugged Mary and then bent down to flick her light brown nipples with his tongue. Mary gave a squeal of pleasure as she clung to him, and then he started sucking her tits just like a baby. He loudly and wetly sucked one nipple, then the other, making them go stiff and erect just like his cock.
"Ooooo," Mary squealed, "ooooo ... Tom, you're making me so horny ..."
"Oh, yeah?" he laughed. "Well, I can do better than that..."
He flipped Mary onto her back and quickly parted her slim legs, bending the knees and pushing them back almost to her ripe thrusting jugs. Her whole wet scarlet pussy was exposed to his hungry eyes. He gawked at it for a moment, licking his lips, and then-to Candy's utter astonishment-he slammed his face right into Mary's crotch.
"OOOOOO," Mary wailed.
Tom's blond head began to bob up and down in her crotch, and Candy heard a. loud wet slurping noise. Whatever he was doing, it drove Mary wild. She wailed shrilly and sank back on the bed, letting her legs stay wide open. Her. pretty face twisted in a grimace of sensual bliss. She clawed the bedspread and moaned steadily.
"Oh, my God, YES," she cried, "yes, Tom, darling, eat meee ..."
Candy wondered what this "eating" involved. She squinted, trying to see better, and she finally understood that Tom was licking and sucking that funny little lump of flesh-the same organ that had given her such stunning pleasure earlier in the evening. Now THAT was something Candy could appreciate. She imagined it would feel great to have a guy using his mouth and tongue on her little joy button. She envied Mary ...
"Ohhhhh," Mary wailed, "oh, it's so good ..."
Tom's head dipped even lower in his wife's steamy wet crotch, and Candy saw him wriggle his long red tongue right into Mary's cunt. Mary remained still and motionless as he gradually worked his tongue into her tight hot box, but when he'd wriggled it in all the way to the root, she moaned hoarsely and loudly. Obviously it felt very good to her.
"Ahhhhh, YESSS," she whined, "yes, move your tongue in my cunt, darling... Ohhh, YES ..."
Tom wriggled and jerked his thick wet tongue in Mary's dripping cunt, and the petite brunette almost fainted with pleasure. Her brown eyes rolled aimlessly, and she whimpered continually. Her big round tits had swollen up taut and plump with arousal, the light brown nipples stiff and pointed. Her cream oozed out in great steamy floods to wet Tom's face.
"Oh, God, Tom," she cried at last, "that's enough ... Can't wait any longer . .. Please, please fuck me ... "
Candy snapped to attention when Mary said the all-important word "fuck". That was what she really wanted to see. In spite of her innocence, she'd understood that what Mary and Tom Peters had done so far was just preliminary to the main act. They were fooling around, getting each other excited, but there had to be more to it than this. Candy recalled something the older girls said at school once, about the man putting a seed in the woman's body. THAT was what she wanted to see. How was it done?
Tom lifted his face from Mary's steamy wet snatch and wiped her cream from his face. Mary stayed just like she was, on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide, and she eyed his stiff cock hungrily. Tom glanced down at her shadowed cunt mouth which was spewing a thick river of juice.
"Oh, you want to fuck, do you?" he teased. "Now who's trying to rush things?"
"Shut up," Mary laughed. "Just shut up and do it, damn you."
"Do what?" said Tom.
"Fuck me, dammit," Mary said.
"Tell me more," said Tom, obviously aroused by her begging. "What do you want me to do?"
"Put your cock in me," Mary whined. "Oh, please, Tom, put your cock in my cunt..."
Put your cock in my cunt... So THAT was what happened. At last Candy understood. That had to be how the man put the seed in the woman's body, that had to be what his cock was for ... She watched eagerly, and, sure enough, Tom wedged the huge purple head of his still cock into the creamy wet little mouth of Mary's cunt...
"Oooooo, yesss," Mary squealed, "yes, put it in me... Deeper, darling, deeper... All the way ... Oh, God, YES ..."
As Candy watched wonderingly, Tom slowly eased the entire length of his long rigid pale prick into Mary's body, stretching her delicate pink pussylips, thrusting into her till his swollen rosy balls came to rest against her snatch. Mary loved every second of it, squealing and panting and clawing the bed.
"Oh, yes, yes," she whined, "I love it, darling ... Ball me, Tom, fuck me ... Hard, lover, HARD..."
Tom's taut muscular ass began to fly. He worked his stiff prick hard and fast in Mary's juicy little box-savagely hard in Candy's opinion. She thought for sure it would hurt Mary, but on the contrary the little brunette wailed with pleasure and clung happily to her husband, working her slim hips in time to his strokes. His thick pale cock flew in and out of her gushing box.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mary whined. They went on like that for a few minutes, Tom fucking faster and faster, Mary's cries growing more loud and shrill, the bedsprings creaking furiously. Candy could hear the loud smack as their bellies met, the juicy slurping noise as Tom's thick meat reamed Mary's tight wet hole. Then suddenly the couple stiffened, gasped, and started to writhe snake-like in each other's arms. They wailed with pleasure, then went still.
"Jesus, that was good," Tom sighed.
"Ummm, I'll say," Mary laughed.
She reached over and turned out the bedside lamp. Almost at once Candy could hear Tom snoring. It was the end of the show, at least for tonight. Candy got up and made her way silently downstairs again, reviewing everything she'd seen through the keyhole. Fucking certainly was a lot different from what she'd imagined ...
As she crawled back into the sleeping bag, she tried to evaluate what she'd seen. Obviously Tom and Mary had had the time of their lives, but Candy wasn't so sure she'd like to fuck. Heavens, she couldn't even get her finger into her virgin cunt, let alone an enormous thing like Tom's erect cock. No, she didn't want to fuck, ever. It would hurt. She didn't understand how Mary could endure it.
On the other hand, it would be great to have a man lick and tongue her little joy button. THAT she could go for. And it would be a hit to play with a man's cock, pump and lick it like Mary had done to Tom. She wished she knew some man she could do it with ...
One thing was for certain-she intended to spy again, wherever she babysat. She wanted to see more adults getting it on. This brand new game was very exciting ...
Chapter Two
A week later Candy got her next chance to play the new game. She was babysitting for Harold and Phyllis Jensen, and she was going to stay all night. It would be a simple matter to sneak up on the Jensens after they got home and spy on them, just as she'd done with Tom and Mary Peters. It made her excited just to think about it.
"You sure you can handle these devils?" Harold Jensen asked as he and his wife got ready to leave.
"Oh, no problem, Mr. Jensen," said Candy, giving only a brief glance at the three small kids. She never had any trouble with kids.
She was more interested in looking at Harold. Just as she could not imagine her own parents fucking, so she couldn't imagine Harold Jensen doing it, either. He seemed-well, too nice, too fatherly. She couldn't imagine any woman getting wry excited about him, either. He was burly, balding, hairy, and he wore glasses-not nearly as attractive as Tom Peters.
Harold's wife Phyllis, on the other hand, was a knockout. A tall redhead with big thrusting breasts long shapely legs, Phyllis looked like she belonged in a chorus line somewhere, not stuck in a small town as a typical wife and mother. Why had she married Harold? Had he been better-looking once?
Above all, did Harold and Phyllis still get it on?
Well, she wouldn't know that for hours yet... The Jensens left, and Candy got the kids through their dinner, baths and TV watching. After the kids were asleep, she waited, keeping the TV on low. At about midnight the Jensens returned. Candy quickly turned off the set, got under the covers on the couch, and pretended to be asleep.
"Why, look at that," said Phyllis as she came into the room, "Candy's already asleep. That's unusual for her."
"Do her good," said Harold. "Kids need their rest. Come on, let's not wake her."
The Jensens tiptoed through the room and on down the hall to their bedroom. Candy was up in a second and sneaking after them. She got on her knees in front of the bedroom door and peered through the keyhole. Harold Jensen was sitting on the edge of the bed fumbling with his shoelaces. Phyllis was hanging their coats in the closet.
"Boy, am I bushed," said Harold with a deep sigh. "I must be getting too old for parties."
"I'm beginning to believe it," said Phyllis. "You didn't even notice when Jane Williams split her pants up the back. That's not like you, Harold. Haven't you been feeling well lately?"
"Aw, just getting old," said Harold, still dealing ineffectively with his shoelaces.
"Darling, you're only forty," Phyllis said, coming closer to him. She started to unzip her dress down the back. "That's not old enough to lose interest in girls."
"Uh-huh," Harold said listlessly.
Phyllis unzipped her party dress and let the filmy garment fall from her shoulders to puddle softly around her feet. She stepped out of it and stood before her husband. Through the keyhole Candy watched with burning envy. Wow, what she wouldn't give to look like Phyllis Jensen ... The tall statuesque redhead looked like something right out of Playboy.
Long perfect legs led to slim but curvy hips, then a narrow firm waist, and then the biggest pair of tits Candy had ever seen in her life-size 44D, she was certain. Phyllis stood there in skimpy blue bikini panties and bra, her flame-colored hair falling to her shoulders. She looked longingly down at her husband, but Harold's main interest in life seemed to be getting his shoes off.
"Having a little trouble, darling?" Phyllis cooed. "Here, let me help you."
She went to her knees before Harold and deftly worked the knots out of his shoelaces. Her enormous creamy-skinned breasts, which seemed ready to burst from the flimsy bra, were right on eye level for Harold, but he hardly even glanced at them. What the hell was the matter with the guy, anyhow? Candy wondered if she ought to send him an anonymous bottle of Geritol.
"There, sweetie," said Phyllis, lifting his shoes off and pulling off his socks. "Finish undressing now, and we can go to bed and have some fun."
"Fun?" Harold said listlessly. "Oh, I'm too tired for that tonight, honey. Some other time."
Phyllis looked ready to explode with frustration, but she managed to go on smiling. "What, my favorite stud too tired?" she said. "Bullshit..."
Standing close before her husband, she unhooked her bra and slowly drew it off. Her fantastically large tits escaped from the artificial confinement and sloped into their natural shape, firm and pointed and swollen. Candy again seethed with envy. Why each one of Phyllis' tits was as big as her head ... Flawless and smooth, the huge cone-shaped jugs were capped with strawberry pink nipples.
"You're sure you're too tired, sweetie?" Phyllis purred, making her enormous boobs quiver slightly. It was a blatant invitation.
Harold looked up vaguely but did not seem particularly excited at the sight of his wife's superb tits. "Oh, yeah, I'm beat," he yawned.
He unbuttoned his shirt with the speed of a maddened snail, while Phyllis stood there tapping her feet and trying to contain her impatience. Now she was wearing nothing but the tiny blue bikini panties and a pair of eight-inch blue heels. Candy thought she was the most gorgeous thing in the world-so what was wrong with that Kimmy Harold? Didn't he know when he had something good?
"Perhaps I can change your mind," said Phyllis huskily.
She switched on a little bedside radio and got some sensuous music. She began to sway in time to it, moving easily and gracefully. Her huge pale tits swung and jiggled, the bright pink nipples bouncing,. Her slim hips and saucy little ass jerked impishly. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began to ease the garment down
"Now aren't you lucky?" she purred. "Your own private strip show ..."
Harold just blinked as he removed his shirt. He was about as excited as a man going to have a tooth pulled. He said nothing, just stood and got out of his pants. He pulled off his t-shirt. Candy's attention immediately switched from wife to husband. Harold Jensen might not be the most attractive guy in the world, but he was a man, and she wanted to know a lot more about men.
The first thing that struck her was how hairy Harold was. It was weird that he should be almost bald on top and so densely furred everywhere else. His chest, arms, legs and belly were thick with black fur. He was a powerful man, heavily muscled, and along with the hair this made him look like a gorilla.
Candy wasn't sure how she felt about all that hair, but clearly it turned Phyllis on. She danced over to her husband, cooed at him, and ran her hands eagerly over his chest. Harold smiled weakly and stepped away from her. He started taking off his shorts. Candy strained for a better view. Phyllis continued her enticing dance, slowly easing down her panties, but her eyes were riveted to her husband's crotch.
Candy got a shock. Why, Harold Jensen's cock was totally different from Tom Peters'. Instead of being huge and long and stiff, it was tiny and limp and shriveled. Poor Harold-what could be the matter with him? Not knowing about erections, Candy assumed that Harold was the tragic victim of some terrible disease. How could he possibly fuck with that poor little soft lump of a prick?
Phyllis didn't seem bothered by it She danced slowly past her husband, and as she did so, she reached out and mischievously tickled his little flaccid pale dick, making it jiggle. She grinned at Harold, then whirled to face him again, thrusting her flat creamy belly at him. She eased her panties down so long that Candy could see the first springy red pubic curls ...
"Maybe I can make our friend get hard," Phyllis said huskily. Her eyes were fixed hungrily on Harold's limp dick as she pulled down her panties.
Harold watched, too, his eyes never leaving his wife's fiery-red muff. She wriggled out of her panties, kicked them aside, and came dancing up to him, wantonly rubbing the crisp red curls of her mons against his pale soft dangling prick. She flattened her huge ripe tits against the hair mat of his chest. She kissed him, running her tongue deep into his mouth.
Harold put his arms around Phyllis, but his embrace was feeble. Again Candy wondered what his problem was. Wouldn't any normal man go crazy for a red-haired beauty like Phyllis, especially when she practically begged him to ball her? Maybe poor Harold was ashamed of his tiny cock...
"No go, huh?" Phyllis said wistfully as she broke the kiss.
"Afraid not, honey," said Harold. "I'm just too tired tonight. Maybe tomorrow ..."
"Okay, darn it," said Phyllis, turning the radio off. "I wish I weren't so horny. Or I wish you were more horny. Gee, I remember when we were first married, you couldn't keep your hands off me. We were doing it all the time___"
"For sure," said Harold, climbing onto the bed, "but that was a long time ago, honey. We've been married for fifteen years. You can't expect that kind of excitement to last..."
"Well, it has for me," Phyllis said softly-but Harold didn't hear her.
He had collapsed heavily on the bed. Lying on his back, he didn't even get under the covers before he was sound asleep, snoring softly. Phyllis sighed loudly and crawled onto the bed beside him. She lay down facing him, naked and gorgeous and frustrated. She eyed his poor pale shriveled cock with a mixture of longing and impatient.
"What's your problem, anyhow?" she said angrily to his flaccid little dick. "Used to be, you couldn't stay down. You gave me some wonderful times. But the past couple years, man, I don't know. I hate to say it, but if you don't do your , duty, I'm gonna have to find another one ..."
Candy felt very sorry for Phyllis and Harold. Something was obviously wrong with the sexual part of their marriage, though Candy wasn't sure just what. Phyllis wanted to fuck more, Harold didn't. That seemed strange. Candy had had the impression that men were more eager than women. How could you be eager to have some huge hard fleshy THING poked into your body?
But then Harold's cock wasn't huge, just a pale little lump of flesh no more than two inches long. It sure was different from Tom Peters' frighteningly huge cock. Candy remembered the sight vividly, her very first glimpse of cock, that thick solid white pole of flesh. Why was Harold's cock so tiny in comparison? Who was the normal man, Tom or Harold?
While Candy puzzled over these questions, Phyllis sighed again and reached out to touch her husband's tiny soft prick. She slipped her hand under it and let it rest on her palm, a sleepy soft worm of pale blue-veined flesh. It didn't even twitch, just lay there as if dead. Harold went on snoring. Phyllis closed her hand gently around the small soft prick and slowly drew it longer, like a piece of elastic, till it was pulled to three inches. Then she let it snap back. No result, no life. Harold's limp doughy prick just lay there on her palm.
"Bastard," said Phyllis. "I need you, dammit. Wake up, come to life, do your thing. What are you, a cock or a mouse? You're not just for pissing, you know. Or have you forgotten? Need to be reminded?"
Phyllis went on talking to her husband's cock, which Candy thought was kind of a weird thing to do. On the other hand, she couldn't very well talk to Harold, who was sound asleep. Candy noticed that Harold's balls were different from Tom's also. Tom's balls had been huge and red and swollen, but Harold's were little and pink and wrinkled. Again Candy wondered which was normal. She had no idea that both were normal, since she didn't know about erections.
"Look, dummy," Phyllis was saying to her husband's maddeningly limp prick, "don't you remember anything? How about this?"
She curled her fingers around the soft fleshy lump and started to pump it briskly and rhythmically. Candy could understand how that might be kind of exciting for a guy-she recalled that Tom Peters' cock was very sensitive to touch. But poor Harold just dozed on. Once he made a soft snorting noise in his sleep, but that was all. His pitiful little prick stayed as soft and useless as ever. "You've got a lousy memory," Phyllis told it. "Okay, I'm not licked yet. I know something you really used to dig. Made you hard every time. Let's lee what you think of this, you lazy cop-out."
She moved onto her knees beside Harold and bent low over him, her hot moist breath fanning his crotch. As she did so, she unknowingly exposed her pussy to the spying babysitter. Candy thought it looked a lot like Mary Peters' slit, a gleaming line of moist swollen red flesh, except that Phyllis' gash was encircled by pretty copper-colored curls. A steady trickle of glistening juice came from the small recessed mouth of her cunt.
Phyllis brought her mouth down to Harold's crisp black pubic patch and the sleepy little worm of his dick. Her small pink tongue, flashed out, wet and gleaming, and began to lash his cock hungrily, making the soft pale meat jiggle and bounce. Candy paid attention, thinking that no man could resist stimulus like that. But Harold just muttered once and went on snoring.
"Come on, damn you, show some interest," said Phyllis.
The pretty redhead didn't give up. She licked and lashed her husband's cock all over, flicking it up in the air, letting it hit his belly again with a wet smack. She licked it in a brisk tickling motion from the curly base right up to the pale rose wrinkled] head. She even licked his balls, nosing right into his crotch, making the soft red bags gleam with her spit.
It was no go. Harold slept soundly, and his cock perversely remained tiny and limp and useless. Phyllis was near tears of frustration, her scarlet pussy swollen and wet with need. She glared down at the offending cock, which lay motionless on her palm.
"All right, buster," she said grimly, "I'm gonna give you just one more chance. If this doesn't make you hard, then by God I'm gonna take a lover. I have a right to get laid, dammit. I'm not too old ... "
Candy pressed intently to the keyhole, wondering what Phyllis was going to try next. It was interesting to watch all these ways of arousing a man-except that they had no effect at all or Harold. He snored deeply, unaware of his wife's desperate attempts to make his cock perform.
"Here goes," Phyllis said. "For years you begged me to do this, but I wouldn't I thought nice girls didn't do it. Well, now I don't care about being nice. I'll try anything. I just hope you appreciate it."
She lifted Harold's little limp prick up to her lip and slowly sucked it into her mouth. It was easy for her to get the whole thing inside, all two inches of it. His rosy wrinkled nut sacs rested against her chin. She looked excited. She started to suck his cock briskly and hungrily, making a wet slurping noise that Candy could hear even through the closed door.
"Ummm," Harold murmured in his sleep.
Phyllis cocked an eyebrow at him but didn't slow the hungry pace of her cock-sucking. She gave it everything she had, mouthing the soft little lump of flesh like it was candy. Her green eyes sparkled, and her sucking lips twisted in a naughty grin. She clearly enjoyed sucking her husband's cock and was probably wondering why she hadn't tried it years ago.
"Umm-hmmm," Harold muttered.
He was still asleep-but a miraculous thing started to happen. Candy almost gasped aloud in surprise. Harold's cock started to GROW. It was getting longer, fatter, and quite stiff. She could tell because as it grew, it got too big for Phyllis' mouth. Soon the hungry redhead could keep only half of it inside.
She gamely went on sucking, but the swelling stiffening meat left her lips as it grew. Candy stared wonderingly at the thick pale blue-veined stalk. Certain words came back to her and made sense for the first time-hard-on, cock-stand, getting it up. She finally understood that a man's cock was usually soft and small, until he wanted to fuck. Then it got enormous and hard, like Tom's had been ...
Harold's balls began to swell up and stiffen, too, till they were the size of golf balls and no longer jiggling. All the while Phyllis kept sucking away loudly and hungrily on her husband's lengthening dick, her heavy breathing betraying her growing excitement. Bright steamy juice poured from her trembling little cunt mouth and trickled down her creamy inner thighs.
Suddenly Harold moaned and opened his eyes wide. He stared down at his pretty red-haired wife and watched her sucking furiously on his cock. He blinked, as if not believing what he saw. He stared again, giving a little whimper of pleasure.
"Phyllis, honey," he said, "what are you DOING?"
Phyllis chuckled wickedly as she let his rigid thick cock snap from her mouth. "I'm sucking your cock, silly," she said. "Surely you could see that?"
Harold's newly erect dick sprang straight up, pointing at the ceiling. Candy could hardly believe it was the same cock. From a funny little lump it had grown into a seven-inch giant, thick and knobby-headed, drooling big bright globs of juice that ran down the taut blue-veined shaft. Harold seemed almost as surprised as she was, eying his own erection with wonder.
"But honey," he said, "you told me once you'd never go down on me. You said it was dirty and perverse. You said-"
"Never mind that," said Phyllis with an impish grin. "I figured it was worth it, if it'd get you hard. And it was fun, Harold. I really enjoyed it. And it worked ... Now do I get a reward?"
Harold chuckled. "I guess you've earned it," he said. "You sure worked hard enough."
He started to move, but Phyllis moved faster. She was suddenly straddling his belly, a knee by each hip, bringing her hot dripping pussy down on his stiff-standing big cock. Harold watched her in wonder, just as amazed as Candy at Phyllis' blatant lust. She rubbed her feverishly hot slit back and forth over the purple swollen head of his cock, moaning with pleasure. She swayed over him, dizzy with need, her huge creamy breasts swollen and taut with arousal.
"Oh, Harold, darling," she whimpered, "do it to me ... I need it so much. I've been needing it for weeks ..."
"Gee, I'm sorry, sweetie," Harold said, blushing slightly. "I should have paid more attention. I guess I've been too busy at the office. I should have-"
"Never mind," Phyllis moaned. "Let's just fuck."
Harold blushed even deeper. He wasn't used to hearing his wife use language like that. He was about to say something else, when Phyllis suddenly reached down, seized his swollen purple-headed prick, and jammed it right into the wet hot mouth of her famished cunt. Candy watched avidly. The I great swollen cock-head stretched Phyllis' delicate pink pussylips as it eased into her.
"Do it to me," she chanted deliriously, "do it to I me, do it to me ... "
Harold thought better of the speech he was about to make. He felt the searing heat of his ' wife's hungry twat, felt the impatient wriggling of her hips, and knew that she wasn't interested in discussing the situation. He took a deep breath and started moving his cock, working it deeper and deeper into her red-hot dripping box.
"Ooooo," Phyllis moaned, "oh, my God, YES ... Yes, Harold, darling, stick your cock in meeee . .. Deeper . .. Ahhhh, yessss ..."
Harold was still blushing hotly, obviously not used to his wife behaving this way. He had the sense not to say anything, though. Red-faced and grunting, he jammed his swollen prick deeper into her hot slick twat till he was in all the way, his taut red balls resting against her slit.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good, darling," Phyllis whined, swaying over him, her huge jugs quivering. "Now fuck me, fuck me hard and fast..."
Harold complied, working his thick meat briskly in and out of her clenching dripping cunt. He had a wondering look on his face as he watched his normally cool poised wife going crazy over his cock. Phyllis' face was twisted in a grimace of lusty pleasure, and her eyes rolled wildly. She moaned loudly and creamed all over his belly. She hadn't been lying-she was starved for this.
"Ahhhh," she wailed, "so good ... Ball me, darling, fuck meeee ..."
Harold performed dutifully, but now his expression was changing, too. His face got redder, his eyes glazed, and he began to pant. He fucked her faster and faster, and he started to grin.
"Hey," he gasped, "this is really fun."
Phyllis gawked down at him, then said dryly, "I know, dear. Most people find it fun. I guess you just forgot..."
Harold didn't catch the irony in her voice, and she wasn't going to press the point. She sighed and lost herself in pleasure, taking the deep hard thrusts of his thick meat, moaning blissfully. Candy watched intently, wondering how Phyllis could possibly enjoy having that frighteningly long thick cock stuck up her little cunt.
Clearly she WAS enjoying it, though. She grinned lewdly, eyes closed tight, as she shut out everything but the exquisite pleasure of being balled. Her famished cunt dripped heavy cream all over Harold's belly. She moaned hoarsely, loving the deep hard jabs of his cock. Candy couldn't deny the evidence-grown women actually liked to fuck. Phyllis was having a sensational time, just like Mary Peters had had.
"OOOOO," Phyllis wailed, "OOOOO ..."
"Honey, not so loud," Harold said nervously. "You might wake the kids."
"Hell with the little fuckers," Phyllis moaned. "I'm gonna come. Oh, God, Harold, fuck me just a little more ... Harder, darling, harder ... Ohhhh, OHHHHH..."
Suddenly Phyllis' lush creamy body was in violent convulsion, shaking and writhing, and she wailed shrilly as she came. Harold watched her wonderingly until her gripping searing cunt unexpectedly brought him off, too. He gave a yelp of surprise, then groaned ecstatically as he shot his load into his wife's seething tight box.
"Holy shit," he gasped.
They writhed and jerked together for a long delicious moment before Harold's wet prick slipped from her body, tiny and limp and exhausted. Candy thought she understood. Harold had squirted some seed into Phyllis' cunt, and that made his cock go limp again. At least she assumed that was how it worked. She really had a lot to learn.
"Oh, thank you, darling," Phyllis sighed happily as she crawled under the covers. "I needed that so much."
Harold crawled in beside her and started to embrace her, but she was already asleep. He looked at her wonderingly for a moment, then shrugged and reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. Candy crept away. The show was over for the night.
She might not know much about sex, but she certainly understood the Jensens' problem a lot better than Harold did. The silly bastard just wasn't fucking his wife often enough. That was obvious. And Phyllis had said that if he didn't shape up, she'd find herself a lover. Candy couldn't really blame her. If she liked to ball, she'd want to do it a lot, and Harold just wasn't meeting her needs. The only thing that puzzled Candy was, why would any woman want to ball?
She shook her head wonderingly as she got into bed. Lying in the dark, she tried to slip her stiff middle finger into her little virgin cunt, but she got no more than a quarter of an inch before she felt pain. How could she possibly take, an enormous hard cock in there? She shuddered to think of it.
Well, there must be something she didn't know. She'd watched two couples now, the Peters and the Jensens, and it was clear that both women had really enjoyed themselves. There must be some secret to it that Candy hadn't figured out yet. She'd just have to do a lot more spying, learn more...
She took her finger away from her tight virgin box and began to rub the slick little button of her clit. Now THAT felt good .. . Why did she need a man at all, when she could make herself feel so nice this way?
Yes Candy suspected that somehow, in a way she didn't understand yet, it would all be a lot more fun with a man.
Chapter Three
A few nights later Candy was sitting for another couple, Frank and Helen Lawson. They were a little older than the Peters and the Jensens, so she really didn't expect much action from them. Nevertheless, she'd made up her mind to spy on them, just in case. Candy didn't want to miss a single thing that might tell her more about sex.
The Lawsons spent a long time getting ready to go out. It was a formal occasion, some kind of dinner and dance at the Elks Club. Frank and Helen took turns drifting in and out of the living room to give Candy bits of advice on how to take care of their only child, Junior, a chubby five-year-old. In fact Junior was no problem at all. Candy had his number. All he wanted -to do was watch TV and eat bananas.
Helen Lawson, a tall elegant blonde of about forty, was wearing a floor-length white silk dress that accented her slender figure. Candy couldn't help admiring her, she was so tall and graceful, but she certainly didn't have tits like Phyllis Jensen. Given a choice of Helen's poise and Phyllis' knockers, Candy decided she'd rather have the boobs.
"You will see that Junior gets to bed by nine, won't you, Candy, dear?" said Helen.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Lawson," said Candy. "Don't worry."
"You about ready to go, Helen?" said Frank.
"We're going to be late."
"Oh, yes, dear, just a moment," said Helen, hurrying off down the hall. "I just have to put on my eyelashes."
"Eyelashes, Jesus," Frank muttered. "That means another fifteen minutes. I might as well sit down."
He flopped onto the couch beside Candy and Junior. He was a tall slender man of perhaps forty-five, with black hair graying at the sides. He was attractive, but Candy had never warmed to him because he was so stern and solemn. She was surprised that he sat so close to her, his hip almost touching hers.
"What kind of garbage you kids watching?" Frank said.
"It's called Super Chipmunk," Candy said. "It's Junior's favorite."
Frank moaned. He shifted a little closer to Candy, till their thighs were actually touching. Candy snuck a look at him, but he seemed solemnly engrossed in the tube. His thigh felt very warm against hers, and to her surprise she felt rather excited. Then he put his arm up on the back of the couch, almost touching her shoulders.
"Super Chipmunk, eh?" he said. "What a crock."
"At least Junior likes it," said Candy.
"Yes, that's something to be said for it," Frank agreed. "Keeps him out of your hair. He doesn't give you too much trouble, I hope?"
Candy laughed. "Junior? No way. He's a mellow little kid."
Frank looked pointedly at her. "The same could be said about you, my dear. You're a mellow little kid," he said.
Candy didn't know what to make of that. His voice was strange tonight, kind of husky, and now he was bringing his arm down to rest on her shoulders. Being pressed so close to him like that, With shoulders and thigh, gave her a really strange sensation, a kind of hot melting in her loins. She'd never even been kissed before.
"Oh, I'm not a little kid, Mr. Lawson," she said solemnly.
He glanced at her pert orange-size breasts, poking out saucily under her tight t-shirt. "No, I suppose you're not," he said, "not any more."
He very definitely had his hand on her shoulder now, and it was creeping downward. Candy felt it but didn't move or say anything. She felt paralyzed in her strange excitement. Helen Lawson was off dealing with her eyelashes, Junior was glued to the tube, and Frank's hand crept down and down till his fingertips were just touching the plump upper curve of Candy's newly budded tit.
She remembered then that she hadn't worn a bra...
"No, my mistake," Frank was saying. "You are not a little kid any more, Candy." His voice seemed to get huskier by the moment.
Candy didn't know what to say. She felt Frank Lawson's hand go even lower, till his index finger was touching the soft lump of her nipple. He began to move his fingertip back and forth on the soft bump, gently caressing it. Candy almost gasped at the intensity of the sensation.
A great rush of excitement, and pleasure swept over her, and she felt the crotch of her panties going suddenly wet with hot steamy pussy cream. Under Frank's gently rubbing fingertip, her small nipple went rigid and erect and ultra-sensitive. He must have felt it, for he instantly seized the little nub between thumb and forefinger and started to knead it. That felt even more exciting ...
"Candy... " he said hoarsely.
Candy looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and hot with sensual arousal. He had a strange expression, one she'd never seen before on this normally stern man. He started to say something, but instead he moaned softly, dipped his head, and kissed her. He was still holding her hard little nipple...
Candy almost fainted with excitement as she received her very first kiss. It was an expert one, too. Frank Lawson pressed his mouth possessively over hers and somehow managed to get her lips open. She felt his tongue, long and slick and hot, creeping into her mouth. Again a gush of steamy cunt juice soaked the crotch of her panties.
"I'm ready now, darling," called Helen Lawson.
Frank broke the kiss and leaped to his feet, all in one lightning-fast motion. He was blushing furiously, but Helen didn't seem to notice. She bustled into the room, stooped to kiss Junior-who had remained totally absorbed in Super Chipmunk while his father was kissing the babysitter-and then smiled at Candy.
"We'll see you later, Candy, dear," Helen said.
"Okay, Mrs. Lawson," said Candy. "Have a nice time."
She didn't think her voice betrayed her. Certainly she carried it off a lot better than Frank, who was blushing clear to his toes. They left, and Candy gave a big sigh. It had been a lot of fun making out with Frank Lawson, and she wished it could have continued longer. She wasn't quite sure why, but it had been the biggest thrill of her life when he touched her nipple ...
She went to fix Junior's dinner, still sighing and thinking about the things Frank had done to her. Why had her reactions been so powerful? Why the melting sensation in her belly, the rush of juice from her cunt? She'd never felt that way before, so it must be part of growing up. But why had Frank behaved like that? He'd never done such a thing before.
Then at last it dawned on her. Frank Lawson wanted to FUCK her.
Candy stood in the kitchen with her mouth hanging open. That had to be it, of course. That had to be the answer. He wouldn't come on to her like that unless he wanted to fuck her. But it was so hard to visualize-Frank Lawson, so tall and stern, lying on top of her, putting his long hard cock into her ... Did she want that?
"Chicken noodle soup," said Junior.
Candy almost jumped through the ceiling. "Oh, hey, you scared me," she said to the chubby little kid. "Okay, chicken noodle soup it is. But you always want that, Junior."
"It's my favorite, that's why," said Junior logically.
Candy got through the evening in a daze. Somehow she fed Junior, got him to take a bath, read him a story, and put him to bed, all without being quite conscious of what she was doing. She couldn't get her mind off the startling discovery that a grown man wanted to ball her. And she couldn't make up her mind if she wanted him to.
Of course it would be terribly exciting to experience sex first-hand, but she was still pretty scared about taking a cock into her tiny virgin cunt. That part didn't thrill her at all. But she could go for a lot more foreplay, all the delicious playing with each other. The trouble was, she suspected that foreplay wasn't enough for men. They'd want the whole package. So once she started fooling around with a man, she'd have to go all the way ...
Well, she just didn't know if she was ready for THAT or not. Candy washed the dishes, got into her pajamas, and curled up in a sleeping bag on the couch to watch TV. She couldn't get interested in the shows, though. She found herself wondering how big Frank Lawson's cock was. She was still thinking about it when she drifted off to sleep ...
Some time later she heard the Lawsons come home, but she kept still, not letting them know she'd awakened. They came tiptoeing into the living room, whispering to each other.
"Candy fell asleep with the TV on," said Helen.
"Typical of her generation," Frank said sourly.
"Ssshhh, don't wake her," said Helen. "You go on to bed, dear. I'll just get these lights ..."
Frank stumbled off down the hall, and Helen quietly turned off the TV set and the living room lights. She followed Frank-and in a very few moments, Candy followed her. The little blonde babysitter got silently to her knees and looked through the keyhole of the master bedroom.
One soft bedside lamp lit the room. Frank Lawson was stumbling around very ungracefully as he tried to undress. Helen, who had probably had just as much to drink, still managed to keep her poise and balance. She was moving carefully, though, as she slowly kicked off her shoes.
"Frank, for heaven's sake," she said, "sit down before you fall down. You'll break something."
Frank looked haughtily at her. "You think I'm drunk," he said.
Helen giggled. "I KNOW you're drunk," she said.
"Nonsense," said Frank, walking into the wall.
"Oh, Frank, you'll wake Junior," said Helen, hurrying over to him. "Come over to the bed. I'll help you undress."
She got him to the bed, gave him a push, and Frank went down heavily on his back, making the bedsprings groan. He lay there blinking while his cool blonde wife deftly removed his shoes and socks, then his shirt and t-shirt. Watching through the keyhole, Candy saw that Frank was lean and tan and well-muscled, not in bad shape for a man his age.
"You sure I'm drunk?" he said wonderingly.
"Yes, dear," said Helen soothingly, "Fm sure. Now just lie still. Fm almost finished."
She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and drew his pants off. He was wearing jockey shorts, and Candy could see a familiar sign-the sharply tented fly. Tom Peters had looked like that the other night, when he'd been eager to fuck his" wife. It meant that Frank's cock was hard and ready ...
If Helen noticed, it didn't appear to excite her. With no more concern than a trained nurse, she seized his shorts and tugged them off. Frank's erect prick lurched from its confinement and pointed straight up at the ceiling. Candy stared ...
It was the longest prick she'd seen yet, a good eight inches, but not as thick as the others. A long slim pale rod ... The head was fat and swollen and purple, and little bubbles of cock-juice trickled out to run down the blue-veined shaft. It was menacing-looking, and yet Candy felt a little rush of excitement as she eyed it. It would be fun to touch a real live cock ...
Helen started to turn down the covers. "Now, just roll over here, darling," she said. Frank just lay there, cock pointing lewdly at the ceiling. "Frank, be a good boy," she said.
He suddenly grabbed her, forcing her blonde head down into his lap. His drooling swollen cock-head grazed her mouth, then skidded across her cheek, leaving a glistening trail of juice. Helen gave a muffled yelp.
"Go down on me," Frank said hoarsely, urgently. "Suck me off... "
Helen pushed violently away from him, her face red and angry.
"You really are drunk," she said. "How dare you ask me to do such a thing? What do you think I am, a two-bit whore?"
"Oh, baby, please," Frank whined. "I've wanted you to do this for so long. It's not dirty. Lots of women get off on it. Please -... "
Helen shuddered. "Certainly not," she said. "Now get under the covers, Frank. Go to sleep. We are NOT making love tonight. I'm too tired, and you're too drunk."
Frank lay there looking at her mournfully, but Helen was merciless. She strode to the other side of the room and started to undress. Candy wondered who was right. True, Frank wasn't behaving like a gentleman, but why couldn't Helen just suck his cock and relieve him? It wasn't such a big deal. Candy felt a little rush of excitement as she thought of playing with Frank's long slim prick, tasting it, sucking on it. It might really be fun.
"Bitch," Frank said gloomily. Helen didn't answer. She skinned out of her pantyhose, then lifted her dress off over her head. She was wearing a matching set of white lace bra and panties. Her body was tan and slender and firm. She unhooked the bra, and her small but pretty breasts wobbled into view. They were no bigger than Candy's, but they were shaped differently-pert creamy cones with rather large light pink nipples. Frank eyed his wife's jiggling boobs hungrily.
"Just a quick fuck?" he said meekly. Helen frowned. "Frank, your language is disgusting," she said.
"You didn't answer my question," he said.
"The answer is obviously no," Helen replied. "I'm exhausted, and you are disgustingly drunk. Go to sleep."
Frank moaned but didn't move. He maintained his rather obscene pose, lying naked on his back with his long prick waving stiffly in the air. He watched with almost frantic longing as his slim blonde wife took down her panties. She had a pretty muff, a tiny gleaming triangle of platinum fur.
Helen strode over to the bed, pert little jugs wobbling. Her expression was cool, and she didn't look at Frank, who was ogling her like a starving man at a banquet. She reached for the bedside lamp, but Frank lurched for her, showing surprising quickness. He caught her around the waist and dragged her down on top of him, trying desperately to stick his swollen rigid cock between her legs.
"Frank, stop that," Helen said angrily. "I told you I don't feel like it."
"Oh, please, baby, please," Frank moaned. "I'm dying for it... Just a quickie, Helen, that's all."
"I said NO," Helen snapped.
She pushed hard against his shoulders and broke his hold. She rolled off him, onto her hands and knees, and started crawling to the other side of the big bed. Her pretty pink pussy was exposed, dainty and neat and golden-fringed. But she was dry. Even Candy could see that. Her rosy slit showed not a trace of moisture, no juices of arousal. The tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt was tight and dry.
Frank eyed his wife's sweet pink slit-and then suddenly he, too, was on his hands and knees, behind her. He seized her slim hips, pulled her toward him, and jammed his flushed eager face into her crotch.
"Frank, damn you," Helen sputtered, "I said NO ... Let go of me. What are you doing? Frank, stop that... My God ... Noooo ..."
A look of shock spread over her pretty face, and she blushed hotly. Frank had his face jammed between her legs, and Candy could hear a loud wet slurping noise. Helen struggled a little, but Frank stayed right behind her. They moved into a position where Candy could see better what Frank was doing.
"Frank, for God's sake, stop that," Helen whimpered. "It's vile, filthy... Oh, please, no ... "
Candy couldn't figure out what she was so upset about. What Frank was doing to her looked like a helluva lot of fun. His big red wet tongue was swishing and lashing all over his wife's sensitive pink pussy. He licked from the tiny light brown wrinkle of her asshole, up through the plump rosy folds of her pussylips, clear to the tiny red button of her clit.
Candy thought about getting licked like that, and she almost moaned aloud with longing. My God, it would feel great to have a guy's wet hot tongue licking all over her horny little pussy... She'd do anything for that, anything - Hell, she'd even fuck. But silly Helen didn't even appreciate it. She was squirming, frowning, trying to get away.
"Frank, that's disgusting," she cried. "Stop it at once ..."
Frank only tightened his grip on her writhing slim hips, preventing her escape. His long red tongue moved faster and faster up and down the spit-soaked scarlet line of her gash. He tongued between the platinum lips of her mons and tickled the tiny red dot of her clit. Helen gasped and flinched, and a stunned look came over her face. Frank tongued the tiny tender lump furiously ...
"Frank, noooo," Helen whimpered, "not nice ... Ohhhhh ..."
She was weakening, and Candy didn't blame her. Imagine having a nice wet tongue working on her greedy little joy button. Unable to help herself, Candy reached down inside her pajama* bottoms and touched the plump fuzzy mound of her mons. She wriggled a finger inside the fat steamy lips and found her moist erect clit. She began to rub herself, breathing hard in her excitement.
It felt great, but she knew that a man's tongue would feel even better ...
"Frank, for God's sake, stop," Helen was whining. "It's not natural... Ohhhhhhh ... Not n-n-nice ... Ahhhhhh-----"
She'd stopped trying to crawl away from him. She remained rigid on her hands and knees, pert tits jiggling softly as he ravenously sucked and licked and lashed her sensitive little clit. Her eyes got large and hot. She licked her lips. Candy could see little bubbles of juice starting to seep from her small recessed cunt mouth.
"Ooooooo," Helen gasped, "ooooooooo..."
Frank knew he was winning. He jammed his mouth onto her swollen little clit and started sucking it loudly, juicily. Helen gave a shrill cry of surprise and pleasure, and her blue eyes rolled crazily. A horny little smile started to play over her lips. Her fingers clawed the bedspread.
"Frank, darling," she panted, "that's enough now, dear. Not really nice. We'll make love now, darling ... Let go of me, and we'll make love ..."
Frank didn't let go. He merely moved his mouth from her erect squirting clit and onto the moist little pit of her cunt. Candy saw his thick red tongue flash out again, wriggling snake-like right into Helen's wet little hole. He jammed his tongue into his wife's steamy cunt, thrust it in clear to the root.
"OOOOOO," Helen wailed.
Frank started to tongue-fuck her furiously, making a loud obscene slurping noise that Candy could hear even through the closed door. Candy, hornily rubbing her soaked little clit, moaned softly with jealousy. She could imagine how terrific it would feel to get a fat slick tongue right up her cunt. She wanted desperately to be in Helen's place.
Helen herself seemed torn between shock and pleasure. Clearly her husband had never eaten her pussy before. She was blushing scarlet, trying to escape the deep sucking impalement of his tongue, but at the same time her voice was husky with excitement.
"My God, Frank, stop," she moaned. "This isn't right, darling... So wicked ... Oh, God, stop ... Ohhhhhh..."
There was no doubt now about her arousal. Heavy hot cream seeped from her cunt, flowing around Frank's jerking tongue and trickling down her thighs. Her pert little tits swelled up so tight and taut that they didn't even jiggle, and her pink nipples went erect and bumpy. Helen Lawson was struggling desperately for self-control. She was in a dilemma, all right - disapproving of pussy eating, and loving it-
Candy watched feverishly, all the while briskly rubbing her own hot little clit. By now her fingers were soaked and sticky with her helpless cunt juice. She felt dizzy with pleasure. It was a lot of fun spying on the grown-ups and frigging herself, but she still wished she could have the real thing, a man's expert tongue -
"Frank," Helen wailed, "you've got to STOP ... I can't stand it... Oh, God, OHHHHHHH .. ."
The slim blonde was quivering violently as her husband's wicked tongue worked deep and fast in her cunt. Clearly Helen Lawson was ashamed of herself for responding so hotly to this "dirty" form of love-making. She was trying desperately not to come, but she was losing the battle. She gave a sob of relief when Frank suddenly withdrew his tongue from her cream-soaked twat.
Frank grinned wickedly as he wiped her sticky juice from his face. "Change your mind about making love?" he said.
Helen laughed shakily. "You wicked thing," she said. "Where in the world did you learn such a disgusting technique?"
"Disgusting?" said Frank. "This?"
He leaned forward again quickly and used his red wet tongue to tickle her plump aroused clit. Helen gave a shriek of surprise and helpless pleasure. Frank chuckled. Still holding her slim hips firmly, he maneuvered his rigid pale cock till the hard swollen purple head was rubbing her hot swollen slit.
"If you don't approve of my tongue," he said huskily, "maybe you'd like my cock instead . .."
Helen blushed hotly. Clearly she didn't approve of her husband's language, but just as clearly she loved the feel of his hard hot cockhead rubbing over her sensitive aroused pussy. She whimpered and raised her pert round butt a little higher. Frank slid the swollen knobby head of his dick into the moist little recess of her cunt mouth and just held it there, not quite penetrating her.
"You want it?" he panted. "You want my cock?"
Helen moaned, torn between her frantic horny need and her ladylike manners. "Don't torture me," she whined. "Please, Frank ..."
"I've had enough of your inhibitions," he snarled. "Ten years of marriage, and you still act like sex is dirty. Come on, Helen, admit you like it. Let's stop pretending. You know what you want-so just tell me."
Helen moaned again, louder, and said, "Oh, damn you, damn you ... All right. Put your cock in me, Frank-PLEASE."
Frank grinned triumphantly and pushed his long pale dick into her, penetrating her slowly but steadily. Helen started to moan, and her cry got louder and louder. Helpless juice poured from her cunt around the hard pole of his cock. She trembled and clawed the bed.
"Deeper," she whined, "deeper ... All the way, darling... Oh, my God, YES ... Oh, Frank ..."
He began to fuck her from behind, like a dog. He didn't hold back. He slammed his hard cock brutally in and out of her flooded little hole, his belly smacking loudly against her ass. But Helen loved it. She lost control of herself completely, wailing blissfully. She loved the savage deep thrusts of his cock.
"Yes, Frank, yesss," she shrieked. "Do it to meeeee ..."
Candy watched breathlessly, still not understanding how a woman could take that huge stiff thing into her body and not feel pain. She rubbed her tiny hot clit as she watched the Lawsons balling, and in another moment she was coming, falling against the door, hardly able to stifle her excited cries. Coming was so good ... Through the door she heard Frank and Helen coming, too, his hoarse yelps mingling with her [shrill squeals.
Candy recovered herself and tiptoed back to her sleeping bag. She realized that she'd just made a decision. She was going to fuck someone. She didn't care how much it hurt. She understood now that practice would take away the hurt, and that before long she'd get the exquisite pleasure she'd seen through the keyhole.
Mary Peters, Phyllis Jensen, and even cool aloof Helen Lawson- they all loved to fuck, so why not Candy, too? She just had to find the right partner. She knew she could easily have Frank Lawson, but his cock was too big-at least for her first fuck. She needed somebody smaller.
She fell asleep wondering just who she was going to let pop her cherry.
Chapter Four
In the next few days Candy thought and thought about who she wanted to be her first lover, but she couldn't make up her mind. She kept thinking of gigantic cocks, great stiff fleshy poles that could HURT. As much as she wanted to know about fucking, she'd almost lost her nerve-and then Billy called.
Billy was the answer, of course.
Billy Williams was fifteen, only a year older than Candy, and he went to the same junior high school. He was a cute kid, and he was on the football team. He'd been trying to get a date with Candy for some time now, but her parents wouldn't let her date till she was sixteen. But when Billy called that Friday, Candy decided that it was time to break a few rules.
Billy was young, just a kid, really, so wouldn't he have a smaller cock? That's what she needed, a small prick to start out with. Then when she got used to that, she could graduate to larger ones. Candy was determined to go out with Billy, no matter what her parents said. But it would be a lot easier if they simply didn't know ...
"Sure, Billy," she said on the phone, "I'll go to movies with you. I'll meet you there."
"Far out," Billy said eagerly. "Your folks change their minds?"
"No," said Candy, "but I just won't tell them re I'm going."
And she didn't. She said she was going to go babysit. She did that so often, her parents hardly even noticed her leave, and they didn't inquire whose house she'd be at. Candy met Billy at the movies, and they held hands and kissed for four hours during a double feature horror bill.
"Oh, wow, you're really turning me on," Billy sighed in the darkness of the theater. His face was thoroughly smeared with Candy's lip gloss.
"I feel that way, too, Billy," said Candy, who in fact was creaming right through the crotch of her panties in her hot excitement. Kissing Billy was really fun, especially when they used their tongues. The question was, where could they go after the movies? Billy was too young to drive, so they didn't even have a car to neck in. Fortunately it was summer and not too cold out, but even so, Candy couldn't think of a private place for them to go. Damn it all, she wanted so much to lose her virginity tonight...
She lost the train of her thought as Billy hungrily kissed her again, grinding his mouth against hers, thrusting his slick hot tongue almost to her throat. Candy sighed happily and slipped her wicked little tongue into his mouth. If all this kissing was getting Billy as aroused as it was her, he'd really be a handful...
At last the movie ended, and Billy and Candy wandered out into the night holding hands. They blinked in the lights and moved along slowly, reluctant to separate. They started walking toward Candy's house, and all the while she was thinking desperately of a place they could go to be alone. There just had to be SOMEWHERE.
Candy needn't have worried. Billy had been considering the problem, too, and he had the matter well in hand. As they came to a certain alley, he slipped his arm around Candy's waist and steered her into the dark little road. Naturally Candy didn't resist. She just wondered where he was taking her.
"Wanta show you something," was all he said. Candy went along with him, and about halfway down the alley they came to an old barn in someone's back yard. Billy led the way into the barn and up into a hay loft. The moonlight was bright enough so they could see their way well. Billy flopped down into the hay with a laugh, making himself at home. "What about the owner of the house?" Candy said nervously. "Won't someone hear us?"
"Nope," said Billy. "This is the perfect hideout. My buddies and I used to come here all the time. See, there's only one guy living in that house, old man Taggart-and he's deaf."
Candy laughed gleefully. They had a wonderful place to be alone, the big barn and the soft hay. She lay down beside Billy, and they started kissing again. She hadn't mentioned to Billy what she really wanted. She'd just assumed that he'd be wanting the same thing ...
It soon appeared that she was right. Billy wasn't content with just kissing her any more, now that they were out of the theater and alone together. As they lay face to face in the soft fragrant hay, kissing wetly and eagerly, he began to run his hands over her body. Candy shivered with excitement and pleasure.
Billy's hot firm young hands clutched her shoulders and quickly moved down her back, seeking the tiny circle of her waist, then moved even lower, touching and then greedily cupping her pert little round ass. The twin globes quivered and wriggled in his hands as Candy squirmed in horny excitement. He began to move his hands upward again, feeling her curvy hips, tiny waist, and rib cage. He quickly slid his hands under her ...
"Hey, Billy," Candy exclaimed, taken by surprise, "what're you doing?"
"Ssshhh, don't worry," Billy said quickly, "I'm just feeling your tits. No harm in just feeling, is there? Come on, Candy, I wanta touch 'em so bad ...
"Well, okay," said Candy nervously. She didn't know why, but once they were alone together, she was getting shy and hesitant. Still it was very exciting to have Billy touch her like this. She obediently let the excited boy slip his hands over her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, as usual, so he could practically feel the hot naked flesh under her tight thin t-shirt.
"Oh, man," Billy panted, "oh, Jesus ..." It was very exciting for the horny fifteen-year-old boy to feel Candy's plump round little boobs, with nothing between them and his hands but the flimsy clinging material. Billy had never felt a set of tits before. In fact he was a virgin, just like Candy, but he'd never confess it. He hoped to score tonight, and then he wouldn't have that shameful handicap any more ...
Candy sighed loudly as she felt Billy's hot moist hands close over her tender newly-budded tits. They fit his palms perfectly, just exactly a handful, and the radiating warmth of his hands excited her. Gently he squeezed the fat little globes, and Candy felt a streak of excitement that raced all the way from her jugs to her pussy. She felt her tiny virgin cunt starting to cream.
"Oh, wow, Candy," Billy panted, "this is getting me so excited ... Could I please put my hands under your shirt? I promise I won't go too far, honest. I just wanta feel your tits."
Candy smiled to herself. It would really blow his mind if he knew that she WANTED him to go too far. But for the time being, she liked playing this game, liked pretending to be modest and innocent. She very much wanted to feel his hands on her bare breasts, but when she replied to him, she made her voice sound child-like and hesitant.
"Well, all right, Billy," she said, "if you'll behave. I really shouldn't let you, but..."
"Don't worry," he said, his voice breaking in his hot excitement, "don't worry about a thing. Just wanta touch 'em ..."
He didn't wait to hear if she had anything else to say. Rolling half over her, he seized her skimpy t-shirt and pulled it up over her naked breasts. The moonlight let him see everything. Two lovely little orange-size globes of flesh stood straight up, firm and perfect, capped with tiny pink nipples.
Billy sighed, licked his lips, and brought his hands down to cup her exquisite firm teenage tits, Candy held her breath. She felt the scalding moist touch of his hands closing around her sensitive little tits. A great steamy gush of pussy juice soaked the crotch of her panties. Oh, it was exciting having her bare tits fondled... She sighed and lay back limp in the hay, letting Billy play with her boobs.
"Man, they're pretty," Billy was saying breathlessly, "and so soft, too ... Oh, wow ..." He fondled her pretty round tits hungrily, squeezing and kneading, finding the little globes silky and hot and throbbing. On some crazy impulse he bent down and pressed his flushed face to the satiny warm flesh, nuzzling like an eager puppy. One sweet little pink nipple brushed his mouth, and that gave him another impulse. Billy stuck out his tongue and began to lick the pert pink nipple.
"Oooooo!" Candy gasped.
"What is it?" Billy said, alarmed.
"Oh, nothing bad," Candy sighed. "It just felt so-so wild, when you licked my nipple. I mean, it was really exciting."
"Oh, yeah?" Billy chuckled. "Then I better do it again-fast."
He did. He half lay on top of her in the bouncy hay, and he licked her tender sensitive nipple briskly, hungrily, until Candy thought she would faint with excitement. She hadn't dreamed it would feel that good, that her nipple could be so sensitive to pleasure. Her panties were soaked now dripping with her own hot horny cunt juice.
"You like that, huh?" Billy said huskily.
"Umm-hmm," Candy sighed.
"Well, let's see if you like this," he said.
Candy felt his mouth closing around her nipple, just like a baby getting ready to suck. The pleasure was indescribable. That slick wet searing flesh felt so great around her ultra-sensitive nipple. He started to suck her tit, and sharp pleasure streaked clear down to her pussy. Candy moaned delightedly and sank back in the hay.
Billy didn't have to ask if she liked what he was doing. It was obvious that she did. The petite blonde teenager quivered and moaned and squealed with pleasure as he hungrily sucked her silky little
He tickled the tender nipple with the tip of his tongue, and Candy gave a shrill cry of delight. He felt the nipple go erect in his mouth.
That experiment was so successful that Billy decided to suck her other tit, too. Candy certainly didn't object. She just lay there squealing and sighing while the eager boy sucked both her little pink nipples into taut arousal. Sex was so damned much fun. She was hotly excited already, and they'd hardly even begun.
"Candy," Billy said hesitantly, "if you liked that, maybe we could do some other things. I know there's lots of ways to have fun."
Candy hid her naughty grin. She still wanted
Billy to think she was dumb and innocent. "What ways Billy?" she said.
"Oh, uh, just touching each other-all over," the said quickly. "We could take off our clothes."
Candy knew just what he had in mind, the wicked thing, but she wanted to tease him for awhile.
"Okay, Billy," she said brightly, "let's take off our clothes. Here, I'll finish taking my shirt of and then you take yours off."
She sat up in the hay and pulled her t-shirt off over her head, tousling her light blonde hair and making her cute bare tits wobble crazily. Billy watched the bouncing jugs with wide hungry eyes. He started to reach for Candy, but she giggled and pushed him back.
"No fair," she said. "You have to take off your shirt, too."
"Huh?" Billy said in a horny squawk. "Oh, oh, okay ..."
He quickly got rid of his t-shirt. He didn't have any hair on his chest, unlike the older men Candy had been spying on. Billy's chest was tan and hair and sleek, attractive but somehow not as exciting as, say, Harold Jensen and his gorilla-like matt of hair...
"C-Candy," said Billy, "let's take off the rest of our clothes, too, okay?"
"But, Billy," Candy said innocently, "we'd get cold."
"Oh, I'll keep you warm," Billy said quickly, promise. And we could have a lot of fun. Come on Candy, just let me take off your panties, and I'll show you something really fun."
Really fun for HIM, Candy thought. Oh, well she was here to learn, so she might as well learn. Billy was doing everything he could to ball her, that was what she wanted to learn about, wasn't it. She just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much ...
"Well, it better be fun," she said, sounding innocent again, "because I don't wanta catch cold for nothing."
"Oh, you'll like it," Billy assured her eagerly. "Believe me, Candy, you'll really like it..."
He gently but firmly eased her down on her back in the hay. He unzipped her jeans and had them down and off in no time at all. That left Candy wearing nothing but a tiny pair of yellow bikini panties. Billy stared at the flimsy garment and licked his lips. His hands shook as he reached for the tiny panties.
"I don't think my folks would approve of this," Candy said.
"They don't have to know," said Billy. "Relax, baby, relax ..."
He didn't see her wicked grin. He concentrated on the main task, getting his hands to stop shaking enough so he could pull down her panties. He finally got his fingers under the waistband and started easing the garment down. Damn, the girl had been awfully cooperative so far. It was just possible that he might get laid, might lose his damned innocence at last.
Candy could barely control her excited squirming as Billy slowly eased down her panties.
She felt the warm night air on her bare belly, and she tried to grasp the fact that in just a few minutes she was going to have a cock in her body for the very first time. She was both scared and excited. She figured it would hurt, but, damnit, she just had to find out about all that exciting stuff grownups did in bed.
"Oh, man," Billy sighed.
He'd finally gotten her panties off. He was staring at the adorable little puff of light blonde fur over her mons. He'd never seen a girl's bush before, and he hadn't expected it to be so pretty. He put out his hand to pet it, and it was soft and warm and silky. He felt his young cock spring into almost painfully stiff erection.
"What was that fun stuff you were talking about, Billy?" Candy said, trying to sound as ignorant as possible.
Billy shivered with excitement and impatience. Of course he'd just been stringing her along, trying to get her pants off, and he had no idea of how to arouse her. Clumsily he slipped his hand between her legs and felt searing wet flesh in her crotch. He started to rub her there, praying she'd like it.
"How about that, Candy?" he said hoarsely. "Does that feel good?"
Candy could tell the kid was a total amateur, that he'd never touched a pussy before tonight. He didn't have the expert and easy technique of the older married men she'd been spying on. She was very disappointed-but she knew what she had to do. If she wanted any fun out of this, she'd have to teach him.
"Billy," she said, "I'd like it a lot better if you'd use your tongue instead of your hand."
"WHAT?" said Billy, thinking he couldn't have heard right.
"Your tongue would feel great," said Candy.
"Here, let me show you ..."
She guided his finger to the red-hot slick lump of her clit. She rubbed his fingertip back and forth over the juicy little button just to make sure he knew where it was. The pleasure was so great, she almost squealed-but it was going to get better, a whole lot better, when he used his tongue.
"Right there," she said breathlessly. "I want you :: lick me right there, Billy-please."
Billy thought it was a pretty weird thing to do, licking a girl down there-but, hell, he'd do anything if it would get her aroused. He wanted more than anything in the world to ball this chick, o get rid of his damned virginity, and if he had to eat her pussy to do it, it'd be worth the price.
"Okay, Candy," he said, "whatever you want."
Candy gave a squeal of delight and flopped back i the hay, totally submissive. Stark naked and eager, she opened her legs as wide as she could. In the bright moonlight Billy got his first glimpse of pussy. He saw a pretty pink gash encircled with fine blonde hairs, and at the very center of her crotch was a tiny pulsing wet hole-her cunt. He intended to get into that before the night was over.
Billy took a deep breath, sank to his hands and knees beside her, and pressed his face against her curly fragrant muff. She smelled nice down there, like soap and baby powder and something else, a heady musky scent he couldn't identify. He felt saliva pooling in his mouth. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
He stuck out his tongue and located the slick little lump of flesh where she wanted him to lick her. He pressed his tongue tip against the strange little nub and started to lick and lash it briskly. The reaction was instant and violent. Candy gasped loudly, flinched sharply with the sudden strong pleasure, and then heaved a long drawn-out sigh of bliss. Billy felt her scalding pussy juice gushing all over his face as he went on licking her hot throbbing clit.
She wasn't exaggerating. It was the most fantastic pleasure she'd ever felt in her whole life. She lost track of everything else, all her surroundings, as she gave herself up to it-the delicious sensation of Billy's slick hot tongue caressing and lashing her sensitive little joy button. She creamed heavily, helplessly, all over the boy's face.
"Ohhhh, yeah, yeah," Candy moaned, "eat meee ... Oh, wow, Billy, don't stop. I just LOVE it..."
Billy had no intention of stopping, not when he could provoke a reaction like that. The girl was going out of her mind with pleasure. A few more minutes of that, and he was sure she'd put out for him. He licked her squirting erect clit faster and faster, actually enjoying himself. He liked the taste of her musky cream, and he really got turned on by arousing her.
"Oooooo, OOOOO," Candy squealed, "it feels sooo good ... Oh, Billy, do something else for me, okay? Put your tongue in my cunt..."
Billy felt himself blushing. It sure was a strange request for an innocent fourteen-year-old girl to make-or for any girl to make, for that matter. Still he'd do it. It would be interesting, and it might make her even more aroused. He remembered the tiny wet hole at the very center of her crotch, and he searched it out with his tongue.
Candy quivered with hot anticipation as Billy wriggled his tongue down into the steamy wet folds of her virgin pussy in search of her cunt. She was being very very naughty, she knew, but all this foreplay stuff was so much fun, she just had to try it all. She felt Billy's slick hot tongue easing into the wet little pit of her cunt mouth, and she sighed loudly.
"Yeah, Billy, that's it," she whimpered, "that's my cunt... Stick your tongue in there, please, please ..."
Billy was intensely curious to know what it felt like inside a cunt, so he slipped his tongue right in without hesitation. He got an instant impression of slick satiny hot flesh closing tightly around his tongue-just like it would close around a cock. Oh, man, he just had to get his dick in there .. . But first he must do what Candy wanted.
"OHHHHH," she wailed as she felt his tongue sliding into her horny aroused twat, "OHHHHH, YEAH..."
It was strange how his tongue didn't hurt her the way her own exploring finger did. She took his tongue right to the root in her virgin box, and there was no pain, only intense pleasure. She creamed furiously around his probing tongue. Hell, if she could take that tongue, she could learn to take a cock. It was time ...
"Okay, Billy, that's enough," she panted. "Hurry, hurry, get your pants off..."
Billy could hardly believe his ears. It had to be too good to be true. This luscious little chick was begging him to take his pants off, get into her. Well, he sure wasn't going to keep her waiting ... He fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, then drew it down carefully over his fierce aching erection.
Candy lay beside him in the hay, watching him intently. She was hoping his cock wouldn't be adult-size. She was ready and willing to ball, but she'd rather not take a monstrous thick grownup cock the size of, say, Harold Jensen's. She watched breathlessly as Billy slipped out of his jeans and shorts, then rolled toward her ... - "Thank goodness," Candy said, Billy gawked at her, and she gawked at his cock. He was fully erect, but his still-growing prick was only about four inches long and quite skinny. The fiery-red swollen head of his dick was no bigger than her thumb. THIS she could handle.
"Whaddya mean, thank goodness?" said Billy.
"Oh, nothing," Candy giggled. "Billy, can I touch you? Can I touch your cock, please? I never felt one before."
"Oh, yeah, sure," Billy said impatiently. He had to please her, but he was just dying to fuck. He was so impatient he could hardly lie still as the curious little blonde reached out and curled her little fingers around his erect throbbing meat. Her touch felt good, though. He sighed blissfully as she began to explore his cock, fisting it, running her soft warm hand up and down his erect sensitive rod.
"Oh, it's so smooth," Candy said wonderingly, "and so hot... Wow, it's really fun to touch."
"I can think of something even more fun to do with it," Billy moaned.
Candy knew what he meant, but she paid no attention. It was the first time she'd ever touched a cock, and she wanted to make the most of it. She took her time, running her hand up and down the stiff hot fleshy stalk, then feeling the hot swollen bags of his balls. Billy flinched and quivered and moaned in his horny impatience.
Finally he just couldn't stand it any more. If she went on touching him like that, he was going to loot his load right into her hand. He didn't want that. He wanted to get his first fuck-he wanted it more than anything in the world.
"Candy," he moaned, "please, please, let's ball... "
"Ball?" she said innocently. "What's that?" "It's the most fun in the whole world," Billy assured her as he rolled over on top of her. "You just relax and I'll show you."
"Okay, Billy," she said, containing her glee. This was it. At last she was going to find out about fucking. She spread her legs wide for Billy, and he trembled and panted as he moved his rigid creaming boy-cock into place. He pressed the hot swollen head of his dick into the wet little pit of her cunt mouth-and then he pushed.
"OW," Candy squeaked. "Oh, damn ... Listen, Billy, you're gonna have to push real hard, okay? We gotta break through that thing... We-OHHHHH."
Billy hadn't waited for her to finish talking. He just drove his lust-maddened cock right through the taut barrier of her hymen and deep into her hot silky clinging cunt. Before Candy knew quite what was happening, the eager boy was fucking her like crazy, his slim ass flying. She felt his rigid hot little prick digging and slamming deep in her cunt. And the weird thing was, it didn't hurt. As soon as Billy had broken through her hymen, it felt great. It was as simple as that. Candy gasped with dizzying pleasure as she felt a stiff fat cock working inside her for the very first time. It was far far better than she'd dreamed. Following her own natural instincts, she threw her slim legs around Billy's waist and dug him deep into her, wanting every delicious inch of his slamming cock.
"You're telling me," Billy sighed. The two horny teenagers weren't content with just one fuck that night. They went on balling in the hay till Billy simply couldn't get it up any more-not surprising after more than a dozen rounds. Candy felt deliciously sore in her pussy as she walked home. Fucking had turned out to be a thousand times more fun than she'd dreamed.
And already she was outgrowing Billy. He was okay for the first time, but now she wanted bigger cocks-grownup cocks. She knew just how to get them, too. There were all those nice men she babysat for ...
Chapter Five
During the next week Candy didn't change her mind about wanting to get it on with older men. Billy had been a lot of fun, but already she needed bigger and better thrills, more expert love-making, than she could get from a fifteen-year-old boy. She wanted all the excitement and pleasure she'd seen while looking through keyholes, watching the adults.
Her chance came a week after her date with Billy. She was to babysit for Tom and Mary Peters. Candy planned it all carefully, and she told the Peters she would be unable to stay overnight this time. Tom would have to drive her home. The Peters readily agreed. Candy was their best sitter, and they wanted to please her.
So it was all set-only Tom Peters didn't know Candy spent that Friday evening apparently watching TV with the Peters kids, but in fact her mind was far away. She knew that if she played it right, she'd be balling a grown man in just a few hours. It both aroused and frightened her to think about it. She knew Tom was expert at eating pussy, at all kinds of love-making-but his cock was so BIG compared to Billy's ...
She wondered if she could handle that fat six-inch prick so soon after losing her cherry. That was her only worry. Otherwise, it was all very exciting. Tom Peters was an exceptionally attractive man for his age, and he'd always turned her on. She remembered spying on him that night-the blond thatch of fur on his hard tan chest, and then her very first glimpse of cock ...
By the time she got the kids to bed, Candy was acutely horny. Just thinking about seducing Tom had turned her on powerfully. She was very tempted to play with herself, to bring herself off by rubbing her ever-hungry little clit, but she decided against it. She wanted to save all her lust for seducing Tom.
Then a terrible thought occurred to her. What if Tom Peters didn't want to fuck her?
Adults were funny that way. They had really strange hang-ups about sex. They might want to ball in the worst way, but they wouldn't do it because something about it was "wrong" or "dirty" in their opinion. Tom might get some crazy idea like that. He might not think it right to be unfaithful to his wife. He might think it wrong to fuck their fourteen-year-old babysitter.
"Oh, shit," Candy muttered to herself.
Well, all she could do was try. She watched the late movie, something about monstrous grasshoppers invading New Mexico, and just at the end, Tom and Mary Peters got home. She was glad to see that Tom wasn't drunk this time. If he had been, Mary would have insisted oh driving the sitter home instead.
"Hi, Candy," said Mary. "Did the brats give you any trouble?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Peters," said Candy, "they were perfect lambs. Everything went fine."
"How come they don't behave like that for us?" Mary sighed. "Oh, well, that's the breaks. Tom, dear, you'd better take Candy home."
"Right," said Tom, not showing much enthusiasm about it.
Well, it was one o'clock in the morning, and he was tired and no doubt just wanted to fall into bed. Besides, he had no idea what wicked things his innocent-looking babysitter had in mind. Candy couldn't blame him at all for yawning as they walked out to the car. She wished she could tell him that his boredom wouldn't last long.
"Can't stay overnight this time, huh?" he sleepily inquired as he started the car.
"No, sorry, Mr. Peters," said Candy, "but I have to get up very early. I imagine you'd rather take me home now than at five in the morning."
"My God, yes," said Tom, shuddering. "What's the occasion? How come you have to get up at the crack of dawn?"
"My Dad and I are going fishing," Candy lied.
"Oh, that's nice," said Tom approvingly. "I think fathers and daughters should do a lot more together."
Candy thought grown men and teenage girls ought to do a lot more together-and so she moved closer to Tom on the front seat as he made the short drive to her house. He didn't appear to notice the petite blonde teenager scooting nearer to him, till their thighs were almost touching.
"You enjoy fishing, Candy?" he said.
"There's things I like to do better," she said wistfully.
She glanced at Tom Peters. She knew how old he was-thirty-eight-and she thought that for a man his age, he was in excellent shape and very, very sexy. He was deeply tanned, but his thick blond hair was bleached by the sun. His features were rugged but handsome. His arms and legs were trim and muscled, and he had no flab on him at all.
Yes, she was glad that Tom Peters was the first adult male she'd have a chance to seduce. He was easily the most attractive of the men she babysat for. Now, if only he'd cooperate ... She moved even closer to him, till her slim thigh pressed hotly against his hard muscled leg. Her little pussy was growing steamy and wet with excitement.
"Cold, Candy?" Tom asked as she pressed against him.
"Yeah, I'm freezing," she agreed quickly. It gave her an excuse to cuddle even closer. "Well, I'll have you home in just a few minutes," said Tom.
That was just the problem. It was only a short drive to Candy's house, and if she didn't attract his interest very soon, nothing was going to happen. She'd thought that cuddling up to him and pressing her leg against his would be enough, that he'd get the idea-but it wasn't working. Desperately she tried to think of something else.
Hoping it would give him ideas, Candy laid her hand on Tom Peter's upper thigh. She could feel the hard muscle under his pants. She began to inch her hand ever so slowly toward his crotch, but she was cautious and timid about it. She'd never seduced a man before, and she didn't want to make him angry. Oh, dammit all, if only she'd had more experience...
Just then, at a cross street, a roaring hot rod ran a stop sign and streaked only a few inches in front of them. Tom hit the brakes and managed to avoid a collision, but Candy was thrown hard against him. He pulled over in front of a darkened house and cut the motor.
"Stupid sonofabitch," he muttered. "You all right, Candy?"
"I-I don't know," Candy said. "I feel kind of strange."
As a matter of fact she felt just fine-only a little excited. When Tom hit the brakes, Candy had pulled against him, and her hand lost its innocent hold on his thigh and slipped right onto his crotch. She was actually touching his plump soft cock-or, rather, her hand was right over it on his pants. She wondered if he'd notice. She pretended to be dazed, and she kept her hot little hand right where it was ...
Tom looked down at her. Did he have a peculiar expression on his face? Even in the bright moonlight, Candy couldn't be sure. He didn't say anything for a moment. Then she felt his hand sliding over hers, dry and warm. Oh, hell, he wasn't going to move her hand off his cock, was he? No. No, he pressed down on her hand, as if comforting her, pressed her hand down harder on his fat limp dick...
"You just relax, honey," he said huskily. "We'll wait here a minute and see how you feel."
"Okay, Mr. Peters," she said meekly.
Her heart was pounding. She was sure he was doing it on purpose, pressing her hand firmly down on his dick. He couldn't be unaware of it. She glanced around them-a quiet residential street with everyone asleep, the car well hidden in the shadows of a big tree. It looked like everything was set...
Tom Peters slipped his arm around her, and Candy sighed and huddled against him. He was doing the same thing Mr. Lawson had done a few days ago, slowly trailing his fingers down over her shoulder till he was just touching the plump warm upper curve of her small pert breast. Candy's heart beat even faster, till she was sure he could hear it. She was getting SO excited and horny ...
"How you feeling, honey?" Tom said in that strange husky tone.
"Still pretty dizzy, Mr. Peters," she said, trying to sound weak and dazed. "Could we sit here a little longer?"
"Sure, honey," Tom replied. "You just lean on me. Relax..."
Candy snuggled against his exciting hot hard body, and Tom's hand continued its slow journey down toward her tit. He pretended he was just holding her, not noticing where his fingers were trailing, but he was making steady progress toward that luscious ripe teenage boob. At last his fingertips were just over her nipple, lightly grazing. Candy was so excited, she couldn't control her reaction. A gush of hot cunt juice wet the crotch of her panties-and her excited nipple went erect and hard under Tom's fingers.
"Oh, God," he muttered.
He felt it, and he reacted. As he felt the girl's small nipple going hard and aroused under his lightly grazing fingers, he got powerfully excited, and his cock went hard as a rock. He had Candy's hand pressed down firmly on his crotch, and so she felt the erection happen. She almost gasped aloud with excitement.
Right under her hand, through the thin material of his pants, she felt Tom Peters' cock lurch violently with a life of its own. It jerked and twitched, then began to grow. Right under her fingers she felt the little fleshy lump balloon into a long hard thick rod of taut muscle. The newly stiffened prick rubbed aggressively against her little hand.
She wouldn't get another chance like this. She had to take the risk. She looked up at Tom, her blue eyes wide and apparently innocent.
"Mr. Peters," she said wonderingly, "what's in your pocket? It's like I felt something grow there."
She could see him blushing even in the moonlight. Poor guy, he couldn't help getting a cock-stand, but he'd probably thought she was too young to notice. He blushed beet red, and for a moment his mouth moved helplessly, with no sound coming out.
"Oh, uh, it's nothing, honey," he finally managed to say, "I guess I better get you home now."
"No, wait," Candy said quickly. "I wanta see what you've got in your pocket, Mr. Peters."
She knew she was taking a terrible chance, but it might be the last opportunity she'd have that night. Before Tom could speak or move, she ran her hand swiftly up the erect hot line of his cock and found the tab of his zipper. She opened his fly quickly. As she heard his gasp of surprise and shock, she reached inside and curled her fingers around his thick hard prick.
"Oh, WOW," she exclaimed, "what's THIS?" Tom Peters just moaned, too stunned to reply, which was just fine with Candy. She wanted to savor the moment of touching his cock for the first time, her first feel of a grown-up prick. It felt enormous in her little fist, almost too fat for her fingers to go around. It was very long, too, a great hot pulsing sausage that lurched around and tried to escape from the too-snug confinement of his pants. She decided to be kind and let it out...
Gently she eased his pants and shorts down a little, then lifted out his stiff aching erect cock. In the moonlight it looked wormy pale except for the head, which was bulbous and swollen and purple. It was much much bigger than Billy's adolescent prick. It was so big, she wondered if she could really take it into her tiny cunt...
His stiff pale cock stood upright all by itself, pointing at the roof of the car, but Candy held onto it anyhow, hot little fingers curled around the thick base. She liked holding it, liked the feel of it-silky, smooth, and hot. With her free hand she reached down and began petting the tightly swollen head of his prick, not realizing how sensitive it was. Tom flinched and moaned.
"C-Candy," he said, finding his voice at last, "honey, you better not do that. I better get you home. This just isn't right."
Candy gave him her most innocent look; and she didn't let go of his hot pulsing stiff cock.
"But why isn't it right, Mr. Peters?" she said sweetly. "I'm just touching you. I never saw this part of a guy before. It's so interesting and fun to touch. Just let me touch it a little longer, okay? What's it called, anyhow?"
Tom swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "It's-It's my cock, honey. I-oh, hell, I don't know how to explain it, but it just isn't right for you to touch it. Let go now, sweetheart. I've got to get you home.
"Uh-uh," Candy teased, "not just yet, Mr. Peters. Gee, I'm not really doing anything wrong, just touching. I hope I'm not hurting you. Does this feel bad?"
She slowly ran her hot soft fist up and down his bloated rigid cock, gently squeezing and teasing it. Tom moaned softly, and a big glistening bubble of juice popped from the dark slit mouth at the head of his prick. Candy felt his cock pulsing violently in her fist.
"No, honey, it doesn't hurt," Tom moaned. "It feels nice, real nice, when you touch it like that. But-"
"Then what's the problem?" Candy laughed. "How can it be wrong if it feels good? Honestly, Mr. Peters, I just don't understand what you're upset about. If it really bothers you, I won't tell anybody, I promise. But don't make me stop."
Tom sighed loudly. He was obviously torn between lust and morality. He knew damn well it was wrong to let his fourteen-year-old babysitter play with his naked stiff cock, but on the other hand, it felt so damned pleasant and exciting, he couldn't bear to make her quit. Frankly he'd had a letch for the kid ever since she started sprouting tits. He thought wistfully of how tight her little cunt would be ...
"Well, just a few minutes more, honey," he said huskily, "and then I'd better get you home. Uh, can I touch you, too?"
"Oh, sure, Mr. Peters," Candy said brightly, "go right ahead."
She could barely contain her gleeful grin as Tom Peters reached for her. She went on caressing and pumping his huge erect cock with both her hot little hands, and Tom raised her t-shirt up over her pert pointed tits. Moaning, he cupped the silky little boobs and began to fondle them with feverishly hot hands. It felt very nice to Candy, and she sighed and smiled.
"I like it when you play with my tits, Mr. Peters," she said frankly.
"I-I like it when you play with my cock, Candy," he said in a hoarse almost delirious voice.
He squeezed and molded and kneaded her adorable silky-soft tits, rubbing his thumbs over the pretty pink nipples and making them go hard and erect. Candy purred happily, enjoying his hot hands on her tits, and all the while she went on pumping his rock-hard dick. By now his cock-juice was running down the stalk, making her touch slick and wet.
Tom Peters was trying to think, trying to get a grip on himself, but it was damned hard to do with an adorable fourteen-year-old blonde giving him a hand job. He knew it was wrong, totally wrong, to be fooling around with the babysitter like this, but, dammit, he hadn't had such an exciting time in years. He just didn't want to quit.
What he wanted to do, he finally admitted to himself, was fuck that exquisitely tight little twat of hers. He wanted to ball this little girl, wanted it in the worst way. Could he get away with it? Could he trust the kid to keep the secret? It would be terrible if anyone found out... But He was finding it harder and harder to think about the consequences.
"Candy, honey," he said at last, "I know something you'd really like-if you'll just let me take off your panties."
Candy fought to contain her excitement. She acted dumb and innocent. "Oh, what's that, Mr. Peters?" she said.
"Uh, it's hard to explain, honey," he said, "but I guarantee you'll love it. Let's just get your jeans off..."
Candy let him pull her jeans down, grinning to herself. He probably thought she was a virgin, thought she didn't know anything about sex. Well, let him go on thinking that, let him do the work. She went on pumping his big hot throbbing prick ] while he panted and worked her tight jeans down off over her feet.
"Now your panties, sweetheart," he sighed.
"Okay, Mr. Peters, if you say so," Candy answered.
She lifted her pert little butt and allowed him to slip her panties down. Tom Peters gazed ravenously at her cute little patch of platinum fur. He moaned with lust as he slipped a trembling hot hand down onto her crotch. He felt moist searing-hot flesh. The kid was aroused. He slid a finger inside the moist furry lips of her mons and touched the tiny hard pea-size lump of her clit. He rubbed it gently, and the girl sighed.
"Does that feel nice, baby?" he said. "Yeah," Candy said wonderingly, "it feels real nice, Mr. Peters. What is that thing, anyhow?"
"That's your clit, baby," said Tom. "Here, I know how to make it feel even better. You just lie back on the seat... Yes, that's right. Now open your legs for me, Candy. Open them wide. That's a good girl..."
Candy followed his instructions, keeping up her pretense of ignorance, but she found it very hard not to show her excitement. She knew what he was going to do-eat her pussy-and she could hardly wait. It had been fun when Billy licked her down there, but Tom Peters was an expert. She trembled with eagerness as she waited for the first touch of his tongue.
"That's right, honey," Tom was saying. "Get those legs open nice and wide for me ..."
He, too, could barely contain his excitement. The girl was so innocent and cooperative-and desirable. She had an adorable little curvy body, all silky and creamy and flawless. He gently eased one of her slim legs off the seat, then lifted the other leg up over the back of the seat. That gave her pink teenage pussy maximum exposure. He could see it all. She looked luscious down there, tender pure flesh encircled by light golden curls.
Panting with excitement, Tom lowered his face into the girl's lewdly exposed crotch. He still hadn't decided whether or not he could safely fuck her, but in the meantime he meant to get her good and aroused if he could. He pressed his face against the fluffy fragrant curls of her cunt-mound, stuck out his tongue, and wriggled the wet mobile organ inside the furry lips to tickle the red-hot lump of her clit.
"OOOOOO," Candy squealed.
He didn't have to ask her if she liked it. Her pussy squirted hot thick juice all over his face. Her little teenage pussy went swollen and searing and soaked. Her tiny clit got a hard-on. The girl moaned and whimpered and started pushing her aroused gash back and forth against his face, seeking more sweet friction. No, he sure as hell didn't have to ask if she liked it...
Chuckling to himself, Tom pressed his lips against her hot hard little joy button and started to suck it. Candy shrieked with pleasure and arched her slim little body stiffly upward, thrusting her eager clit into his mouth. She whined shrilly and trembled with pleasure as he went on sucking her tiny hot clit with a lewd slurping noise.
"Oooooo," Candy whimpered, "oooo, Mr. Peters, it feels sooo good ... Ohhhh, my gosh, keep doing that, please ... OHHHH, I love it... "
He'd sucked her for less than a minute, and oz already his face was drenched with her searing-hot cunt juice. It hadn't taken much to get this horny little chick aroused. She might be only fourteen, but she was all woman already. She loved having her pussy eaten-and Tom bet she'd love to be balled, too.
But did he dare risk it? That was the question. Damn it all, he wanted her so bad, he could have screamed ...
Candy lay back limp and willing, her legs spread as wide as she could get them, going out of her mind with pleasure as Tom Peters expertly sucked her clit. She'd never felt anything so good in her life. Presently his mouth moved off her erect throbbing clit and crept lower into her crotch. She felt his thick wet tongue snaking into her hot soaked little cunt-hole.
"EEEEEE," Candy shrieked, "SOOO GOOD..."
The fat wriggling tongue plunged all the way to the root in her aroused juicy box, and Candy almost fainted with the pleasure of it. He tongue-fucked her briskly, deeply, and she moaned the whole time, loving every wicked thrust and tickle of his expert tongue.
"Ohhh, Mr. Peters," she sobbed, "I love it, I love it... Ohhhh, that feels fantastic... Don't stop ..."
For his part Tom was amazed at the tightness of her cunt. He'd expected it to be snug, but this was more than he'd bargained for. There was no hymen, and he suspected she was no virgin, but it was work even to get his tongue into her. He could well imagine the exquisitely tight fit for his cock.
Dammit, he just had to have her-and to hell with the consequences. You only live once, after all...
He worked his tongue a few moments more in her juicy fragrant hole, and then very quickly he withdrew and substituted the big swollen knobby head of his cock. He pressed it against her tiny wet cunt mouth, and Candy whined and thrust forward, trying to take the fat hard cock-head between her tiny tender pussylips.
"Easy, honey, easy," Tom panted. "My cock might be too big for you."
"Nooo, it isn't," Candy whined. "I want it. Please ..."
Well, hell, he was only human. A gorgeous little teenage blonde was begging him to fuck her, her red-hot pussy creaming like crazy all over his cock-head. He found the whole thing impossible to resist. He'd do his worrying later. Right now all he could do, all he wanted to do, was press deeper and deeper into that marvelously tight little teenage twat...
"UHHHH," Candy grunted.
She was cooperating fully with Tom, eager to nave his hard thick meat inside her, but it wasn't as easy as it had been with Billy. This was a grown-up cock, really too big for her still-growing cunt. But he had to have it. She creamed and pushed and slowly got the huge hard prick head inside her tautly-stretched cunt lips. The bulbous head sank slowly into her seething little hole, stuffing her almost breathless.
"Honey," Tom panted, "you're sure it's not too big for you? It doesn't hurt?"
"Nooo," Candy whined, "it's fantastic, Mr. Peters, I really dig it. Stick it in farther... Deeper... Oh, yeah, all the way..."
After much pushing and grunting, Tom finally felt his balls come to rest against her wet hot slit His cock was encased in the tightest cunt he'd ever known. The red-hot satiny wet flesh was snug all around his bloated dick, gripping and nipping. It was all too much for him. He couldn't control himself. He started to ball her hard and fast.
Candy was stuffed so full of his thick meat balled so hard and fast, that for a moment she was almost frightened. Then she really started to like it. It was thrilling to get it from such a huge cock. She lay back squealing with pleasure as she took the repeated deep hard thrusts of Tom Peters' rock-hard prick.
Tom knew when she was coming. He felt her fantastically tight cunt go even tighter-if that was possible-and squirt red-hot juice all around his slamming prick. He wanted to bring her off again and again, but he was over-excited, and her fiery gripping twat provoked him into shooting his load with a loud yelp of pleasure.
Candy wailed with delight as the handsome older man shot his steamy jism into her. She hoped that when he'd caught his breath he'd fuck her again. She could have balled all night. But to her great disappointment, Tom Peters had hardly finished coming when he jerked his limp cock out of her, zipped his pants, and started the car.
"Candy," he said nervously, "that was all wrong. It was a terrible thing for us to do. I want you to swear to me that you'll never tell anyone about it."
"Okay, Mr. Peters," she said sullenly.
Well, fuck HIM. If he wanted to be silly about it, she didn't care. There were other grown-up men she could ball. All she had to do was get another babysitting job -
Chapter Six
The very next night, Candy was called to babysit for Phyllis and Harold Jensen. They were going to be out very late, they said, so it would be a good idea for her to stay all night. That was okay with (Handy. Anxious as she was to learn more about sex, she wasn't really sure she wanted to get it on with Harold Jensen.
Harold was so fatherly, so unexciting, so homely, and so-well, bald. He wasn't a sexy older guy like Tom Peters, not by a long shot. With his gleaming dome, horn-rimmed glasses, and squat hairy body, he reminded her of a studious gorilla. Even his personality was boring. Candy just couldn't imagine him turning any woman on.
Except, of course, his wife... Candy remembered the night she'd spied on the Jensens and how poor Phyllis, achingly horny, had worked so hard to get Harold to ball her. It had been an uphill fight, and Candy still couldn't see what was so attractive about the guy, except that he had a pretty large cock.
Maybe THAT was what Phyllis liked.
Candy considered it all evening while she watched the Jensen kids. Even if Harold himself wasn't very exciting, it might be quite an experience to try a big thick cock like his. Candy had almost made up her mind to do it. But how was she going to get Harold alone in his own house? She'd promised to stay all night, and Phyllis would be right there.
Candy still hadn't solved the problem by the time the Jensens' came home. They were unexpectedly early, because Phyllis had a headache. She went right to bed, but Harold made himself a drink and joined Candy, who was watching a late movie on TV. He flopped heavily onto the couch, kicked off his shoes, and took a big pull on his scotch and water.
"Man, am I glad we left early," he sighed. "What a bunch of pretentious assholes. Oh, pardon my language, Candy."
"That's all right," Candy laughed. "But what does pretentious mean?"
"Trying to be more than you really are," said Harold, "pretending to be something you're not-rich, famous, beautiful, popular. These people we saw tonight were like that. They make me sick, they're so damned phony."
"Maybe that's why your wife got a headache," said Candy.
"Could be," said Harold. "I hope it's not anything worse. I hope to God we're not expecting another baby. Three is plenty."
"Well, why don't you go ask her?" said Candy, "find out just what's wrong."
Harold looked startled, as if he'd never thought of that. Candy found it sad how fifteen years of marriage could make people take each other for granted. Poor Phyllis wasn't feeling well, and her husband hadn't even thought to ask her why.
Harold went to the master bedroom to check on her, at Candy's suggestion, but he was back in less than a minute.
"She's sound asleep," he said. "Must have taken a sleeping pill."
That was all Candy really wanted to know.
She smiled and patted the space beside her on the couch. "You might as well watch the movie with me," she said. "Unless of course you're sleepy..."
"Oh, no," said Harold, "it's not even midnight yet. This a cowboy picture? I love westerns."
He sat down beside her and became instantly engrossed in the film, which was about white men wreaking vengeance on Indians, or vice versa-Candy was never sure which, since she was paying no attention. She was concentrating on Harold. She was quite sure now that she wanted to try his big cock-but could she get him interested in the idea? She remembered what a hard time Phyllis had had getting him interested in sex.
Every time there was a love scene in the film which wasn't very often, Candy sighed loudly and moved closer to Harold. The result of this was exactly zilch. He didn't even seem to notice her. Finally she had moved so close to him that their thighs and shoulders were rubbing, but Harold still seemed unaware of her. Candy decided to try stronger action.
A commercial came, and Candy got up as if to go to the bathroom. She contrived to trip over Harold's foot, and she fell right into his lap with a shrill squeal. Snorting with surprise, Harold caught her around the waist. Candy gasped and clung to him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Jensen," she cooed. "I'm so clumsy."
"I'm the clumsy one," he said. "You tripped over my big foot. Are you okay?"
"I think so," Candy said, holding her face close to his and looking him right in the eye. "You're so nice, Mr. Jensen. You're really a very nice man ... "
"Oh, gee, do you think so?" Harold said. "I thought I was just average."
Candy moved her pretty little face even closer, till her lips were only an inch from his. "Oh, no," she breathed, "you're just about the nicest man I know, Mr. Jensen."
She leaned forward quickly and kissed him, pressing her tasty glossed lips sensually against his mouth. He didn't move. She stuck out her little pink tongue and wriggled it between his lips. The lips opened obediently. She found his tongue and began to tickle it. Still he didn't move. He just sat there and let her work her tongue in his mouth.
Then suddenly he picked her up and moved her off his lap. "The movie's starting," he said. "I don't wanta miss it."
Candy gawked at him. My God, what was wrong with this man? She'd seen how he practically had to be horsewhipped before he'd make love to his gorgeous red haired wife. Now he was turning down the obvious flirtation of a pretty fourteen-year-old babysitter. Poor Harold. He must have a very serious problem. Innocent as she was, Candy knew that a normal man would be a lot more interested in sex.
She fumed through the next part of the movie, and when the next commercial came, she climbed right back onto Harold's lap. She started kissing him again, and like before he just sat there and let her do it, showing no great interest in it. Her butt was right over his fly, but she couldn't feel even a glimmer of an erection.
"Mr. Jensen," she said at last, "is something wrong?"
"Huh?" said Harold, who was apparently lost in thought. "No, no, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask, Candy?"
"Well," she said, "doesn't this whole scene strike you as kind of weird? I mean, unusual?"
Harold thought that over. "Well, yeah, I guess it is a little unusual for you to be kissing me," he said. "I mean, I guess you're trying to be friendly, but you're a little old for sitting on laps."
Candy sighed with exasperation. "I'm being more than friendly, Mr. Jensen," she said. "I'm being horny. I'm trying to get it on with you. There's nothing unusual about that-I'm a normal healthy girl. It's YOU I wonder about. You're not responding at all. It's like you aren't interested in sex-and to me that's WEIRD."
Harold had listened carefully to everything she said, but when she finished speaking, he lifted her off his lap and said, "Movie's starting."
He stared raptly at the TV set, and Candy moaned with frustration. After sitting on his lap and feeling the fierce heat of his burly body, she was definitely horny, ready for some delicious foreplay, but Harold could obviously care less. Damn him, what was his problem? Again she waited, fuming and writhing, till a commercial came on. Then she turned to him and spoke urgently.
"Mr. Jensen," she said, "you haven't answered my question. Why aren't you interested in sex?"
At last she got through to him. Harold blushed scarlet. He said haltingly, "I'm too old for it, Candy. Too fat and ugly. I guess I'm ashamed of my body. I wouldn't want anyone to see it. Anyhow, I've just decided I'm over the hill and it's time to quit."
"But that's crazy," Candy said urgently. "You aren't that bad looking, and you're not old. You can't just turn off your feelings like a faucet."
"Oh, yes, I can," Harold said grimly. "I can, and I have. Now let's drop the subject, Candy. I'm just not interested."
Candy decided to test that assertion. Facing Harold and sitting very close to him, she smiled sweetly, seized her tight t-shirt, and drew it off over her head. As usual she wasn't wearing a bra, and so she uncovered her adorable round pink-nippled tits. They jiggled gently, enticingly, with her movements.
She flung her t-shirt to the floor and looked at Harold, who was still blushing hotly. "Now, Mr. Jensen," she said, "tell me you're not interested in THAT."
Harold's eyes were wide behind his glasses. He was staring at her pouting naked boobs and licking his lips. Candy could see little beads of sweat rising "n his shining bald head. She grinned at him and took his hands and laid them right on her little silky tits, rubbing his hot palms over the smooth yielding flesh. Harold gave a little moan.
"Now isn't that fun, Mr. Jensen?" Candy teased. "You can't tell me that you're not interested in playing with my tits."
Abruptly Harold drew his hands away and turned from her, staring at the wall instead of her boobs. "Candy," he said firmly, "I'm way too old for you, and I'm married. You're not being a very nice little girl. Please stop this. Now let's watch the movie and not have any more nonsense."
Candy sighed with frustration-but she wasn't beaten yet. She was sure he'd been aroused when she exposed her tits to him. His conscience was getting in the way, his silly adult morality, but he definitely wanted her. She just had to be patient and try a few more tricks ... She didn't bother to put on her t-shirt again.
Harold watched the movie, and Candy inched closer and closer to him. He was trying to pretend he didn't notice, but she could see him blushing and sweating. Then she got another wicked idea. Quickly she slipped off her jeans and panties, and then she was sitting stark naked beside the burly embarrassed man. He didn't look at her, but he knew what she'd done. A drop of sweat rolled from his bald dome right down to his chin.
Grinning fiendishly, Candy grabbed Harold's hand and put it down on her little curly golden bush.
"Oh, my God," Harold gasped.
He tried to pull his hand away, but Candy was very strong. She held his big paw there with both her hands, pressing his palm down on the moist springy curls. Poor Harold was blushing fiery red. He turned to her with a desperate look, sweating profusely and licking his lips.
"Candy, for God's sake," he said hoarsely, "cut it out."
"Why, Mr. Jensen?" she said sweetly, rubbing his hand teasingly back and forth over her plump hot mons. "Don't you like it?"
"It-It's not that," Harold moaned. "It's just that it's all wrong. You're young enough to be my daughter-and my wife is sleeping just a few doors away. We can't make love, Candy-it's not right."
"Why, Mr. Jensen," she said innocently, "who said anything about making love? I just wanted you to touch me, that's all. Golly, I know better than to go too far. I wasn't thinking of THAT. It's just that your hand feels so nice there. Please keep your hand there, Mr. Jensen, okay?"
Her innocent-sounding talk had lulled and confused him. "Well, okay, honey," he said, "if that's what you want."
They both settled back on the couch, sighing-Harold with relief and Candy with excitement. He thought he'd been let off the hook, that he wasn't going to get into trouble with the sexy little sitter. She thought she had him now, that he could be persuaded to do anything if she just asked in the right way. After all, he had his hand on her pussy, didn't he?
"Ummmm," Candy murmured, "rub me a little, Mr. Jensen, please. That would feel real nice ..."
Harold, pretending to be absorbed in the movie again, complied by cupping and squeezing her furry little mons. His strong movements put indirect stimulus on her ever-horny little clit, and Candy was soon sighing and creaming happily. His squeezing motions felt very good. She let her slim legs fall open, giving him plenty of room to work. "Ohhhh, that's nice," she sighed. "Please don't stop, Mr. Jensen. Rub my pussy ..."
Harold went on playing with the kid, forcing himself not to look at her adorable little naked body. He could feel the searing heat of her pussy against his hand, and the more he rubbed and squeezed, the more the girl creamed, till his palm was soaked with her hot sticky juice. She was only fourteen, but she was more than ready to fuck. Damn, if he could only have her ...
No, no, it was out of the question. Six months ago he'd glanced at himself as he stepped out of the shower, and he'd been appalled at what he saw. He was pudgy, wormy-white, flabby, ugly. He was ashamed to show that body to any woman. He'd given up sex then and there-or at least he'd tried to. Phyllis had got him one more time after that, by sucking his dick while he slept, making him so aroused he couldn't resist. But that was the last time he'd balled.
And he wasn't going to do it again, he vowed. He'd be so ashamed to have a pretty little thing like Candy see his ugly naked body. He wouldn't risk that kind of humiliation. His sex life was over, he decided as he methodically went on playing with the girl's juicy little snatch.
Candy now had a pretty good idea what his problem was. She understood that for some reason Mr. Jensen was ashamed of his body and didn't want anyone to see it. She couldn't understand that-he actually had a rather exciting body, big and strong and hairy. But the point was to make him so horny, so aroused, that he forgot his inhibitions and didn't give a damn how he looked.
So while he played with her crotch, she started playing with his.
Harold felt it, but at first he ignored it. He felt her little hot hand on his thigh, then felt it creeping inward toward his crotch. He tried desperately to concentrate on the movie as he felt the girls' hand slide onto his fly. He felt the radiating warmth of her palm as she pressed down, feeling out his limp prick.
"C-Candy," he said, "you better stop that."
"Oh, it's all right," she said calmly. "I'm just touching. No harm in touching."
He didn't know what to say to that, so he just stared at the damned boob tube and tried not to think about what was happening. It was just too unbelievable anyhow. His fourteen-year-old babysitter had taken off all her clothes and was sitting stark naked beside him. That was wild enough, but he was also playing with her pussy, gently rubbing and massaging the slick wet hot flesh between her legs.
As if that weren't fantastic enough, the girl had her hand right in his crotch, and now-Oh, Jesus, now she was unzipping his pants. Harold reddened and began to sweat again. It couldn't be happening, could it? It was more like some outrageous fantasy.
In real life, sexy little teenage girls did NOT seduce middle-aged balding men with glasses. They did NOT unzip their flies and touch their cocks.
Candy deftly unzipped his fly, slipped her hand inside, and began to pet his cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Harold moaned.
He knew he should do something about it. It was all wrong. He should make her stop, take her home, do something to end this incredibly wicked scene between himself and the fourteen-year-old sitter. Instead he just sat there like a fool, his mouth hanging open, while the kid curled her fingers around his limp dick and drew it out of his pants.
Harold looked down unbelievingly and saw the pretty little blonde holding his soft pale prick on her little palm. With her other hand she gently caressed and squeezed the flaccid cock, getting the feel of it, exploring. Her slightest touch felt tremendously exciting to him, and he was terribly afraid he might get a hard-on.
"Honey," he said gently, "you're really going too far. You better stop."
"But I'm just touching," Candy said, putting on her innocent voice. "I never saw one of these things before. What's it called, Mr. Jensen?"
"It-It's my cock," he said hoarsely. "Now, Candy, honey, you better let go of it."
"Why, Mr. Jensen?" she said sweetly. "Does this hurt?"
As she said it, she curled her warm soft fingers around his limp prick and gave it a swift teasing pump. The pleasure was sharp and breathtaking.
Harold barely stifled a gasp. Oh, hell, he wanted her to go on playing with his cock so badly, but he knew it wasn't right. Phyllis was sleeping right down the hall...
"N-No," he said, "it doesn't hurt, sweetheart, but I don't think your parents would be too pleased if they knew what you were doing."
"They don't have to know," Candy said matter-of-factly. "Hey, Mr. Jensen, I just got an idea. I know something that might be a lot of fun."
"What's that, honey?" Harold said weakly. He hoped to God she was going to suggest some innocent game like cards or Monopoly, anything to get him away from this incredible temptation.
"This," said Candy.
She slipped swiftly to her hands and knees in front of him, wriggling between his legs, and popped his cock into her mouth.
"CANDY," Harold gasped. "Oh, my God, honey, NO... "
She paid no attention to him. Her hot little lips closed firmly around his naked prick, and unless he wanted to injure himself in the worst way, he had no choice but to sit still and let her play her little game. She sucked his flaccid meat in right to his balls, tickling it with her fiery-hot little tongue. She began to suck his cock greedily, noisily.
"Oh, baby," Harold moaned, "ohhhh, my God ... "
He was conscious of nothing, for the moment, but the delicious sensation of having his cock sucked. His sensitive prick lay on her red-hot slick tongue, and her silky wet mouth sucked rhythmically, hungrily, sending powerful waves of I pleasure through his loins. Harold simply couldn't help himself. It felt so good, he couldn't bear to make her stop. He just wanted to relax and enjoy...
"Oh, Christ, that's good, honey," he moaned, falling back limp in his seat. "Suck my dick, yeah ... I love that, baby ... Ohhh, yeah ..." Candy would have given a squeal of triumph if her mouth hadn't been so stuffed with cock. At last she had him, at last Harold was submitting. He just slumped back and grinned, his eyes rolling crazily behind his glasses. She had him now, all right. And she was having a pretty wild time herself, sucking cock for the first time.
She liked it right away. The moment she drew that fat tasty meat between her lips, she knew she was going to love giving blow jobs. His plump hot prick felt great on her tongue, and she liked the light salty taste of his juice. She sucked faster and faster on his flaccid dick, getting rapidly excited. "Yeah, yeah, honey, that's good," Harold whined. "Suck my cock . .. Faster, faster ..."
Suddenly it happened, the thing she'd been aiming for all evening-Harold's cock started to get hard. She could feel it growing in her mouth, right on her tongue. It lurched and twitched into life, getting long and thick and hard. Suddenly it was too big for her mouth, and she let the fat taut stalk slip out, gripping just the big knobby head. It began to weep big globs of tasty juice onto her tongue.
"Baby, baby," Harold moaned. "Better quit...
Gonna come in your mouth ..."
Candy debated which she'd rather have, a mouthful of his delicious come or a cunt-full of that big stiff prick. She decided that she needed to ball very urgently. Some other time she would experience having a guy come in her mouth. She let Harold's bloated stiff cock pop from her lips, and it waved lewdly from his fly, gleaming with her spit.
"Candy," he said, blushing furiously, "I'm terribly sorry. I got carried away. I didn't mean for things to go this far." He looked with shame at his lewdly wagging hard-on.
Candy giggled. "Well, I meant them to go this far," she said gently. "I'm horny, Mr. Jensen. I wanta fuck."
He blushed even deeper. "Why, Candy," he said, "I couldn't do that."
"Why not?" she said. "Don't you know how?"
Harold had to laugh. "Of course I know how, silly," he said. "I've got three kids-I must know how. But it wouldn't be right for you and me to do it. I'm married, and I'm way too old for you."
"Oh, what does any of that matter?" Candy said impatiently. "Nobody has to know about it, Mr. Jensen. Please, please do it to me-I'm so horny I could scream."
And to prove it she leaped up on the couch again, lay down on her back, and opened her legs as wide as she could. Harold found himself gawking at the sweetest little gash he'd ever seen in his life. She was so dainty and pink and pure, he felt his mouth watering. Her delicate rosy slit was circled with fine golden blonde hairs, and the tiny wet mouth of her cunt was drooling bright bubbling juice. The girl wasn't kidding-she needed to be fucked very badly.
"Oh, Christ," Harold moaned.
It. was unbelievable, a fantasy come true. A fourteen-year-old beauty was holding her legs open 'for him, begging him to ball her. Well, he'd done his best. He'd really tried his best to hold out, but he was only human, dammit. He'd like to meet the man who could hold out against temptation like this.
"Please, Mr. Jensen," Candy moaned, "please fuck me ... "
That did it. He didn't care any more about being fat or ugly or anything else. He just knew that this delicious little girl was begging him to ball her and that he wanted her more than anything in the world. It didn't even matter that his wife could walk in on them at any moment. All he could think about was that adorable creaming teenage cunt.
"Okay, honey," he said breathlessly, skinning out of his pants and shorts, "I'll be right with you."
Candy grinned delightedly as she watched him hurrying to get naked. His cock looked so deliriously fat and long. It was bigger even than Tom Peters' prick. She wriggled with horny anticipation, and a steady stream of hot juice poured from her hungry aroused little cunt. She could hardly wait to feel that big fat hard cock inside her.
"Okay," Harold panted, moving his burly naked hairy body over her, "here we go, doll..."
He started to he down on her, then realized that he'd crush her, she was so tiny. He seized her, lifted her easily, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Candy got the idea right away and braced herself by holding onto the arm of the couch. Harold knelt behind her, putting no weight on her, and wedged the fat purple head of his cock into the tiny scalding mouth of her cunt.
"This is like dogs do it," Candy giggled. "Ssshhh," said Harold. "You'll like it... " He pushed steadily and hard, but it was a struggle to get into a box that tight. He thought for sure he must be hurting her, but the kid only squealed with pleasure and creamed like a fountain around his slowly advancing cock. At last he was all the way into her, his balls rubbing her soaked pussy. Candy moaned impatiently and worked her greedy little cunt up and down his stiff rod.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, "hurry ... " Harold caught his breath and began to ball her for all he was worth. He knew his conscience would catch up with him tomorrow, that he'd mend his ways, that he'd never get a chance like this again. He meant to make the most of this deliciously tight fiery-hot twat, and he did. He fucked her deep, hard, and fast. The girl squealed with pleasure.
All too soon they were coming, Candy moaning ecstatically as she took load after steaming load of jism. No sooner had she caught her breath than e was ready for another round-but Harold
Jensen, blushing hotly, had leaped to his feet and was pulling on his clothes. . .
"Candy," he said miserably, "I don't know what came over me-but we must never do that again, and we must never tell anybody about it. This is very important. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Jensen," she sighed, "I understand."
He was just like Tom Peters, terrified that someone would find out. Well, she was no rat. He didn't have to worry. But it was such a drag-now she'd have to find someone else to ball.
Chapter Seven
The next weekend Candy was babysitting for Frank and Helen Lawson. Here she was sure she'd have no trouble seducing the man of the house. Last time she'd been here, Frank had flirted outrageously with her, cuddling next to her on the couch, kissing her, touching her breast. Yes, it ought to be easy to get Frank Lawson to fuck her-and she was really up for it.
It had been almost a week since she'd made it last, with Harold Jensen, and her poor hungry little pussy had been aching with need. She could have had Billy, of course, but she was holding out for a grown-up cock, a really big one. Frank Lawson had the longest prick she'd ever seen. She got very excited just thinking about it.
She waved goodbye to the Lawsons as they left for the movies, and she and Junior settled down to watch Super Chipmunk. Junior was a good little kid, if you treated him right, and he gave her no trouble all evening. She could daydream as much as he liked- She thought and thought about how it would be to ball Junior's Daddy ...
Frank was forty-five, the oldest man she'd tried to seduce yet, and although he wasn't bad-looking, he was sort of a sourpuss, seldom smiling about anything. No matter-he had an awfully long cock, and he wanted her. Oh, wow, did he want her. He'd risked getting caught by his wife last time Candy was over, necking with the babysitter right there in the living room.
But would he take an even bigger risk? Would he fuck the babysitter when his wife was sleeping only a few feet away?
Candy waited, getting hornier by the second, and around midnight the Lawsons finally came I home. She was watching TV, and she smiled at them when they came in. She got up, as if to I explain something, and as she did so, she moved close to Frank. Somehow she had to give him the message that she was available and that she wanted him.
"How did it go, Candy?" said Helen. "I hope Junior behaved."
"Oh, he was just fine, Mrs. Lawson," said Candy. "He didn't give me a bit of trouble. He went to bed around nine."
"Wonderful," said Helen. "How much do we owe you?"
"It'll be five dollars," said Candy, "but you can wait till tomorrow to pay me if you want. After all, I'll be sleeping here."
"Fine," Helen said, stretching her elegant blonde frame as she yawned, "I'm exhausted. We'll see you tomorrow morning, then, dear."
She started to walk down the hall towards the master bedroom. Frank moved to follow her, and Candy had to act fast. It was. her only chance to pass him some kind of signal without his wife noticing. She quickly rubbed up against him, almost throwing him off balance. As Frank looked down at her wonderingly, the mischievous little blonde slipped her hand into his crotch and briefly caressed his balls.
Frank's mouth fell open. Candy winked at him and grinned as she withdrew her hand from between his legs. Frank reddened. He opened his mouth again to speak ...
"Come on, darling," Helen called. "Let poor Candy get to bed."
Take poor Candy to bed, Candy thought yearningly.
Frank blushed again and fled.
Well, she'd done her best. She'd given him the message, and she was sure he understood. Now all she could do was wait and see if he decided to take her up on her offer. She made her bed on the couch and turned off all the living room lights except one small one. She took off her clothes.
She decided not to wear a nightgown, just in case Frank came back. She slipped between the covers, naked and burning with need. She tried to relax, but it was no use. Her pussy felt starved and scorching hot. She needed a man so badly... Long minutes passed, but Frank didn't come to her.
Damn him anyhow, he'd probably chickened out. He was probably a coward just like the other husbands she'd seduced. They were more than ready to ball her, provided no one ever found out the disgusting and disgraceful fact that they'd fucked the babysitter. Was she poison or something? Why was it considered so terrible to make love to her?
Deep in these angry thoughts, Candy didn't even notice Frank Lawson until he was standing right over her.
She stifled a gasp when she caught sight of him, tall and thin in his pajamas. He must have crept up in bare feet, because he hadn't made a sound. He towered over her, blushing slightly and looking very nervous. Candy grinned happily and pulled back the covers so he could climb into bed with her-but Frank quickly seized the covers and drew them up to her neck, covering her curvy naked little body.
"Candy, dear," he said uneasily, "I think you've gotten the wrong idea about me."
Oh, shit, thought Candy, here we go again.
She concealed her anger and said sweetly to him, "But Mr. Lawson, last time I was here, you put your arm around me and kissed me, and you even touched my-"
"Never mind," Frank said quickly. "I wasn't myself that night, Candy. I behaved disgracefully. Please forget it. It will never happen again."
Candy could have screamed with frustration, but she knew that her only chance lay in keeping her wits, thinking how to change his mind. She forced herself to smile sweetly at him. Then suddenly, while he still stood over her, she hurled back the covers and displayed her adorable little naked body-every bit of it.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Lawson," she cooed. Frank's knees seemed to' get weak. He gawked at her sweet fresh body, then sank down to sit on the edge of the couch. Candy had seen the crotch of his pajamas get suddenly tented as his cock lurched into straining erection. He shook slightly as he sat on the couch, and she could hear his hard fast breathing.
Candy quickly cuddled close to him. "Nobody has to know about it, Mr. Lawson," she said soothingly. "We could have a lot of fun, and no one has to find out."
"Candy, I can't risk it," he said shakily. "My God, Helen is sleeping just down the hall."
"But she is asleep," said Candy, "and if we're quiet, she won't know the difference. Come on, Mr. Lawson, let's have some fun together. I could really dig getting it on with you."
As she spoke, she slid her hand into his lap and touched the rock-hard burning line of his erect cock. She could feel it throbbing right through his pajamas. She started to reach inside his fly, but Frank gasped and seized her hand and drew it away from the danger spot. His voice shook when he spoke.
"My God, no, Candy," he said. "I mean, I'd love to-to make love to you, but it's just out of the question. My career could be ruined, my marriage wrecked. I could even go to jail. No, no, I just can't even consider it."
Candy wanted to ask him why the hell he'd flirted with her last week, why he'd played with her tits and kissed her, if he was so damned afraid of her. She was very angry with him. But anger wasn't going to get her what she wanted tonight. She's have to use intelligence, have to somehow sucker him into doing what she wanted.
"All right, Mr. Lawson," she said wistfully, "whatever you want. But could you please at least kiss me goodnight?"
"Oh, of course," said Frank. "No harm in that."
He slipped his arm around her and pulled her close to him, puckering up for a goodnight kiss like a father might give his child. He aimed for her cheek, but Candy turned her head at the last moment and glued her lips to his, kissing him hungrily. She wriggled her naughty little hot tongue into his mouth.
Frank Lawson gave a muffled moan but didn't pull away. He let Candy be the aggressor. She clung tightly to him, pressing her pointed naked tits against his hard chest, sticking her slick little tongue practically into his throat. She felt his body blazing with lusty heat. She reached into his lap and blindly sought out his erect cock.
This time he didn't pull her hand away. She went on kissing him, and she searched out his fly, got her hand inside, and curled her little hot fingers around his stiffly erect cock. It was as she'd remembered it from her spying, very long, about eight inches, but not particularly thick. Not as fat as Harold Jensen's dick, for instance. It would be very interesting to see how such a long skinny cock felt inside her
She gently drew the stiff long rod out of his pajamas so she could have a better look at it. While she went on kissing him, she studied his rigidly erect prick with one eye. The stalk was creamy pale with a faint network of small blue veins, and the head was swollen, knobby and purple. Little bubbles of juice were coming from the dark slit mouth.
At last Candy had to break the kiss and get some air. Frank Lawson just sat there as if hypnotized, staring at her. She grinned at him, then devoted all her attention to his stiff-standing cock. It was pointing at the ceiling, drooling juice, and throbbing with readiness. Candy eagerly caressed it.
"My dear," Frank said at last, "you are making it very very difficult for me." His voice was hoarse, almost a croak of lust.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lawson," Candy purred as she teasingly stroked and pumped his hugely swollen cock, "nobody will find out If we're quiet, we can have a whole lot of fun."
Frank sighed, a long drawn-out noise of yearning. He was clearly torn between his conscience and his lust. Wistfully he reached out and cupped Candy's pretty little naked tits, gently squeezing the soft fleshy globes and teasing the pink nipples with his thumbs. Candy smiled happily. She loved having her tits fondled. Under his eager touch her pretty little nipples hardened into lusty erection.
"That's right, Mr. Lawson," she cooed, "just lie back and relax. Just enjoy ..."
As she spoke she unbuttoned his pajama shirt, and in another few seconds she had it off. His chest was rather thin, but hard and hairy. She seized his pajama bottoms and started easing them down, uncovering the crisp black and grey hairs of his bush and then the swollen red bags of his balls.
"Candy," he said nervously, "we really must be careful."
"We will be," she said, pulling the pajamas off over his feet. "I just want you to ball me, Mr. Lawson. I need it real bad ..."
Frank Lawson looked as if he couldn't believe his ears and it was pretty hard to believe. A gorgeous blonde teenager begging him to fuck her? Hardly likely. He went on gawking at her while Cindy eased him down beside her on the couch. When they lay face to face, his stiff long cock had no place to get but between them, trapped between their bellies. Candy cooed excitedly and rubbed her belly against the hard hot prick.
"Oh, my God," Frank moaned, "I can't believe this..."
"Believe it," Candy giggled.
Unable to lie still, she seized his long rigid prick and stuffed it between her silky little thighs. She rode it back and forth, moving her wet hungry pussy briskly over the hard hot rod, digging the exciting friction. His erect fattened cock rubbed deliciously against her clit and the swollen sensitive lips of her cunt.
She snuggled close to him and whispered hungrily, "Stick it in me .. ."
"Oh Christ," Frank moaned. "I want to, honey. I want to fuck you more than anything in the world. But you're too young, baby. You're only fourteen, jail bait. It'd be just too risky."
"Oh, I've heard enough of that bullshit," Candy said angrily. "It doesn't matter how old I am. I have the same needs as a grown woman. I want to fuck. Mr. Lawson. I NEED it."
He gave a shuddering sigh. "I know, honey," he said, "I can feel it. You're creaming all over my cock. And I wish to God I could do something about it, but I can't take the chance. I won't ruin my whole future for just one fuck."
Candy could have screamed in exasperation. Who the hell was going to tell on him? Not her. She was no fink. But she saw that no amount of reasoning was going to change his mind. All she could do was trick him into fucking her. She suddenly got a fiendish idea ...
"Okay, Mr. Lawson," she said, "I understand that it's too risky for you to fuck me but we could still help each other out. We could eat each other. I give a real good blow job ..."
Frank's eyes lit up, and he grinned lustily. "Now that sounds real nice, baby," he said. "Yeah, I could go for that. You just come here, and I'll see what I can do for you ..."
He rolled onto his back and lifted Candy up to straddle his face. Her steamy little blonde-furred pussy was right over his mouth. She squatted there, trembling with happy anticipation, and in a second she felt Frank's expert tongue tickling between the plump lips of her mons and lashing the ultra-sensitive little lump of her clit.
"Oooooo, yeah," she whined, "that feels great, Mr. Lawson ... Yeah, yeah, lick my clit ..."
"I will, honey," he panted, "I'll make you come. But just don't yell too loud, okay? We don't wanta wake my wife."
"Okay," Candy gasped.
She remembered the time she'd spied on the Lawsons and how Frank had aroused Helen from indifference to lust just by licking her pussy. Now she understood how he'd done it. The guy really was superb, an expert pussy-eater. It was all she could do to keep her from screaming her pleasure as his experienced tongue lashed and aroused her little red clit.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, "ummmmm ..." Her pussy started creaming uncontrollably, drooling hot sticky juice all over his face. Frank just lapped it up juicily, noisily, and went on eating her. Candy was flushed pink with excitement, trembling, whimpering. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She thought she couldn't possibly experience greater pleasure than this but she was wrong.
Suddenly Frank planted his mouth right on her clit, gave it two or three powerful sucks and she was coming. She was astonished, not knowing how he'd managed it. Well, it didn't matter. She just let * herself be carried away by the blinding pleasure of it. She couldn't control herself. She creamed all over his face. She opened her mouth to howl.
"OHHH," she started and then his hand clamped over her mouth.
So Candy came in silence, writhing and muttering as Frank sucked her tiny hot clit and spun out her delicious orgasm. When she was finished, she rolled onto her side and gasped for breath. What a come he'd given her ... She'd never had such a powerful climax before ...
"Oh, wow, Mr. Lawson," she panted, "that was super."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Candy, dear," he said smugly. "And now perhaps you'll return the favor?"
"Huh?" Candy said dazedly. "Oh, yeah, sure ..."
She'd almost forgotten that she'd promised to suck his cock. She crawled down between his legs and eyed his still-standing prick. She didn't really intend to blow him, of course. She was just going to get him so aroused that he couldn't resist fucking her. But he didn't know that.. . She smiled wickedly down at him, then lowered her face into his crotch. Her hot slick lips opened to take in the hard swollen head of his cock.
"Ahhhh, yes," Frank Lawson sighed, "yes ... Take my dick in your mouth, sweetheart... Suck it..."
He lay back in utter contentment, closing his eyes and grinning lewdly, as the pretty little blonde teenager slowly sucked his long hard cock into her steamy little mouth. Candy watched him as she sucked. She wondered if she'd ever understand grownups. He'd been afraid to put his cock into her cunt, saying it was too risky, but he didn't mind putting it in her mouth. Candy couldn't see the logic of it at all.
She struggled and went on trying to take the whole length of his erect prick into her mouth. It just wasn't possible unless she wanted to take half of it down her throat. She did the best she could, sucking half the great length between her lips, greedily mouthing the tasty hot meat. She sucked him faster and faster as her excitement grew, and he gasped and whined his pleasure.
"Oh, baby, that's good," he panted, "yeah, yeah, real nice ... Suck that meat fast, honey, bring me off____"
He was being kind of loud, and she wanted to warn him about waking his wife, but her mouth was stuffed with cock and she couldn't say anything. To hell with it, then he could take his chances. She sucked ever faster on his rock-hard slick meat, enjoying the salty drops of cock-juice that fill onto her tongue. Frank Lawson was red-faced and groaning, almost ready to come.
"Yeah, doll, yeah," he gasped, "just a little bit more ..."
Candy sucked him perhaps one second more, till he was just on the tantalizing edge of coming, and then she let his spit-soaked cock snap from her mouth. Frank gawked at her, but she didn't give him time to be disappointed. As fast as she could, the impish little blonde leaped up to straddle his belly. She seized his rigid wet prick and stuffed the swollen purple head into her wet hungry cunt mouth.
"Candy, honey, NO," Frank gasped.
But he couldn't stop her. Wild horses couldn't have stopped her. The girl was frantically horny, and she wanted a good stiff cock inside her and she didn't care what Frank thought. Grunting, she pushed down on his impaling dick and managed to get it in halfway up her narrow hot cunt.
"Ooooo," she crooned, "oooo, yeah ... It feels so good, Mr. Lawson ... Please, please, stick it in " deeper ... Ball me ..."
Like Tom Peters and Harold Jensen before him, Frank was only human. There was only so much temptation he could resist and he could not resist a gorgeous blonde fourteen-year-old girl begging him to fuck her. No, that was just too much. He felt the searing heat and exquisite snugness of her tiny cunt, and he lost all control of himself.
"I'll fuck you, honey," he gasped. "You just relax and enjoy..."
Eagerly he thrust his still aching meat farther up her tiny hot box till he was all, the way in, his swollen balls rubbing her soaked searing pussy. The girl squealed with delight as he balled her, loving the deep hard quick strokes of his long cock. Frank forgot everything but the tightest twat he'd ever been in. It was fantastic to fuck her, and he was enjoying himself thoroughly.
She had waited so long for his cock, been so agonizingly horny, that she was coming in no time at all. Frank took pride in making her come, and he just didn't quit. She recovered from one body-shaking orgasm only to get banged into another. It was the best fuck she'd had so far, and she let him know it.
"Oh, Mr. Lawson," she panted, bouncing above him on the long hard impalement of his cock. "I love the way you fuck ..."
Frank grinned wickedly at her. "I love your little cunt, baby," he said. "I never fucked one so tight before ... Ahhhh, God, this is good ..."
They fucked on and on, lost in the dizzying pleasure of it, and as Frank approached his own orgasm, he got louder and louder. It felt so great, her searing slick cunt nipping his bloated "meat, that he couldn't stifle his groans and howls of delight. Then he was coming, finally, jetting load after steamy load of jism into her tiny box while she squealed with delight.
"Take my come, baby," he gasped.
"Oh, yes, yesss," Candy howled. "It feels so good, Mr. Lawson ..."
Moments later they were still catching their breath, Frank's limp wet cock still gripped in her tight little cunt when they noticed that Helen Lawson was standing there watching them, not five feet away.
"Oh, my God," Frank gasped.
Candy said nothing, but she sure was scared. Mrs. Lawson looked awful, like a ghost. Her face was pale and grim. She was standing there in her nightgown staring at them as if she just couldn't believe her eyes. She watched her husband's limp shrunken prick finally slipping from the babysitter's overflowing cunt.
After what seemed about a century of silence, Helen Lawson suddenly opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Helen, for God's sake, stop that," Frank cried. "You'll wake Junior."
Helen just went on screaming. Candy rolled off Frank, and he leaped from the couch and ran to his wife, his pale limp prick flopping.-He clapped a hand over Helen's mouth and stopped her shrill screaming. All three people listened but there was no stirring from Junior's room. At least Helen's hysterical screams hadn't wakened the kid.
Then there was pounding at the front door.
"What the hell?" said Frank.
He let go of Helen and started for the door, and Helen started screaming again. The front door burst open, and the Lawson's nearest neighbors came running into the front room. Harold and Phyllis Jensen and Tom and Mary Peters. They gawked at the scene before them, Frank and the babysitter stark naked, Helen screaming her head off.
"Jesus Christ, Frank," said Tom, "what's going on? We could hear Helen screaming clear over at our house."
Helen stopped screaming abruptly. She burst into tears and said, "Frank was making love to Candy. They were doing it right here on the couch, right in our own house."
Tom and Harold blushed and looked uneasy. After all, they'd balled the little blonde sitter, too. They certainly weren't going to confess it, though. They controlled themselves and looked sternly at Frank. Their wives glared at them. Helen wept broken-heartedly. Nobody looked at Candy, who was still sitting naked on the couch.
"Frank, you bastard," spat Mary Peters. "Is that true?"
Frank hung his head. "Yes, I'm afraid so," he said. "I just got carried away."
"You rat," Tom said. "Right where your wife could hear and see-that's pretty low."
"Yeah," Harold chimed in, "you oughta be horsewhipped, mister. What a terrible thing to do to your wife."
Candy couldn't stand it another second. Tom and Harold were being so phony and hypocritical, she wanted to puke. They'd fucked her, too, but they were acting like it had never happened, treating Frank like dirt because he'd done it and confessed to it. She wasn't going to let Frank take all the blame. She was going to let everyone know the truth.
By now everyone was screaming at Frank, calling him all kinds of terrible names. Candy couldn't make herself seen or heard over the angry shouting. She leaped up onto the TV, high above everyone else, where she naturally caught their attention, being stark naked. They all went abruptly silent and gawked at the naked girl.
"Now, you all listen to me," she said sternly. "I have something very important to say."
She saw Harold Jensen and Tom Peters go pale. She knew their guilty secret, she could ruin them ... Too bad. She had no mercy now. They certainly hadn't shown any mercy when they ganged up on Frank. She intended their wives to know the kind of men they were married to. She frowned down at the gawking grown-ups.
"Mr. Lawson isn't the only one who fucked me," she said. "Mr. Peters and Mr. Jensen did it, too. It isn't right that Mr. Lawson should take all the blame."
Harold and Tom hung their heads, and their wives burst into angry tears. Now everybody was upset. In fact the women were threatening to become hysterical. Maybe it had been a mistake to tell them the truth. Candy tried desperately to think of some way to calm them all down.
"You bastard," Mary cried to her husband, "how could you? I want a divorce."
"You creep," Phyllis wept at Harold, "you hypocrite-how could you do such a thing? I want a divorce, too."
"I'll never speak to you again, you monster," Helen said to her husband. "You can pack your things and move out."
The husbands, all looking panicked, were trying to calm their wives with ineffectual cries of, "Now, honey ..."
It looked bad. There was uproar, and there were going to be three divorces unless Candy thought of something fast. What could possibly take their minds off their anger? Candy knew only one thing that was guaranteed to distract anybody's attention-sex. If she could just get them all interested in having a little fun ...
An impish grin came over the babysitter's face ...
"Listen," she shouted, "listen to me."
They all stopped yelling and looked again at the pretty naked girl who stood on top of the TV set. She put her hands on her hips and looked sternly at her adult audience. They got the feeling that Candy really meant business.
"Oh, Candy, dear," Helen Lawson said sheepishly, "I'm afraid in all the excitement, we forgot to ask how you were. I hope these men haven't hurt you, dear."
Of course they hadn't hurt her-she'd been eager to ball them. In fact she'd seduced them, not vice-versa. But she wasn't going to tell their wives that. She was going to tell a lie, because it would give her the leverage she needed. It would give her the power to make these grown-ups do whatever she wanted ...
"They raped me," she wailed. Everybody went pale. "They made me do it," Candy went on in her best little-girl voice, "but I won't tell anybody, if you all do just as I say."
"But of course we will, darling," Phyllis said hastily. "You just tell us what you want."
Candy grinned, confident that they'd do anything to avoid rape charges. "All right," she said, "but no questions. I'm going to tell you what to do, but you're not to ask me why I want it. Just do as I say-and I won't tell my parents I was raped."
All the grownups nodded vigorously. Candy grinned, knowing she had them in the palm of her hand. Now she could proceed with her wicked plan. If it worked, it would not only end all arguments, it would be very very interesting to watch.
"Go ahead, Candy," said Frank. "We're all listening."
"Right," said Candy, barely containing her glee. "First of all, I want Mary Peters and Harold Jensen to take off all their clothes." Cries of consternation and shock went up from the adults, especially from Mary and Harold, but-Candy glared them into silence. "Remember, no questions," she snapped. "No questions-or else."
"You better do what she says," Tom said nervously.
Harold and Mary, blushing furiously, proceeded to strip naked. Nobody could figure out why Candy wanted them to undress, but it was clear that the babysitter meant business. They'd have to do any crazy thing she wanted, or the men would surely go to jail for rape. Anything was better than that...
Burly, bald and hairy, Harold Jensen stood there blushing like mad, his pale limp cock wagging gently. Mary Peters, blushing even redder, stood trying to cover both her big plump tits and her pretty little black triangle of pussy fur. It was no go-she couldn't possibly cover her opulent body or hide everything from all the staring eyes.
"Good," said Candy. "You're smart to obey and not ask questions. Now I want Harold and Mary to make love."
Everybody protested in one big anguished shout. Candy thought the roof might come off the place-but she held her ground, waiting until they grew quiet again and considered the consequences of protesting. Either Mary and Harold had to get it on, or all three men would go to prison.
"Oh, my gosh, Candy," Mary said, weeping with embarrassment, "I just don't think I can do this. Isn't there something else we could do?"
"No," Candy said heartlessly. "I want to see you and Harold fuck, and I want to see it now. Otherwise I'll call the police."
"Do it, honey," Tom said desperately to his wife, "for God's sake, do it-or I'll go to jail."
"You'd better do it, Harold," Phyllis said reluctantly. "I'd rather have you be unfaithful than locked up."
Harold was the only one who didn't panic. He just grinned and said, "Well, nobody's gonna do anything as long as my cock is limp. Let's see you get around that, Candy."
Candy grinned back. "Oh, we can take care of that," she said. "Mary can suck your cock."
There was another roar of protest, but it died down as the adults realized they had no choice. Weeping with shame, Mary Peters walked over to Harold Jensen and got to her knees in front of him. She picked up his limp prick and stuffed it into her mouth. She started to suck on it, making little wet slurping noises.
"Oh, my gosh," Harold gasped.
His face got very red, but he didn't look unhappy. His eyes got glassy and dazed behind his glasses, and after a moment a funny little smile twisted his lips. Mary sucked faster and faster on his doughy little cock, and presently she seemed to be smiling, too. All the others watched, open-mouthed, as Mary administered the strange blow job.
"Harold, you rat," Phyllis suddenly giggled, "you LIKE it."
"Well, uh," Harold stammered, unable to wipe the silly grin off his face, "it's kinda hard not to enjoy it, honey."
Everybody laughed at that. The ice was broken. Candy heaved a big sigh of relief. This was just what she was hoping for, to get the adults involved in some kinky sex games that would take their minds off their troubles. She wanted all the couples to forget their divorce threats and just have fun together. Sure, she'd balled all the husbands, but she didn't want to break up anyone's marriage.
Mary Peters suddenly gave a little squeal of surprise as Harold Jensen's cock lurched into stiff life in her mouth. She fell backwards on the carpet, and his spit-shiny cock leaped from her lips, pointing at the ceiling, hard and thick and ready. Mary could not hide the hungry look in her eyes as she gazed at his huge pale erection.
"Go ahead, Mr. Jensen," Candy ordered, "fuck her." Harold blushed scarlet. "Right here?" he said.
"In front of everyone?" Mary gasped.
Candy nodded sternly. "Yes," she said, "right here in front of everyone. Now hurry up and do it, you two, or I'll call the police ..."
Blushing furiously and weeping with shame, Mary Peters opened her legs. Lying on the thick carpet, she made quite a picture, a petite but voluptuous brunette showing her scarlet ripe pussy to a whole roomful of gawking people. Harold, blushing equally red, walked over to her and knelt between her legs.
"Oh, Christ, I'm sorry, Tom," he said, looking up at her husband.
"You've got no choice," Tom said grimly. "Go ahead and do it."
Everyone watched avidly as Harold Jensen lowered his hairy muscular body over Mary's slim but busty figure. She stared at his erect fat cock as if hypnotized. Harold stuck it between her legs and maneuvered the thick hard purple head into the snug little pit of her cunt mouth. He and Mary glanced wonderingly at each other and blushed bright red.
They continued staring at each other as Harold slowly worked his long rigid prick into her snug juicy cunt. They'd been friends and neighbors for years and had perhaps even flirted a few times, but they'd never dreamed they'd be fucking some day. They gawked in wonder at each other, still not believing it, as Harold finally worked his thick sausage-like cock all the way up Mary's hot slick little twat.
Only then did they finally realize what they were doing. Mary's brown eyes suddenly went glazed and hungry, and Harold caught his breath in a gasp of excitement. The fit was good, his thick hard cock in her tight and ready box. They suddenly wanted each other powerfully. Harold began to move his stiff prick hard and fast in her creaming box.
"OOOOOOO," Mary wailed.
"Oh, Christ," Harold gasped. "Oh, my God ..."
They quickly forgot their staring audience and began fucking like maddened bunnies. Their lewd noises filled the room-the sharp smack of their bellies slamming together, the wet slurpy noise of Harold's thick meat reaming Mary's cream-filled cunt, and their groans and squeals of sensual pleasure. Suddenly they were having a great time, and they didn't give a damn what anyone thought about it.
Tom Peters, his face flaming with jealousy and humiliation as he watched his wife balling another man, turned angrily to Candy and said, "Well, you little bitch, are you happy?"
"I sure am," Candy said saucily, "and in a minute or so, you'll be pretty happy, too, Mr. Peters..."
Chapter Eight
"Oh, my God," Mary Peters wailed, "ohhhhhhh ... So good ..." Everyone in the room watched as the ecstatic brunette made love with her friend and neighbor Harold Jensen. Harold and Mary were smiling blissfully, oblivious of their staring audience.
Tom Peters could barely contain his outrage. That was HIS wife on the floor screaming with pleasure as she balled another man, his wife that everybody was watching. He turned to glare at Candy. After all, it was her idea, and it was under her orders that Harold was balling Mary.
Candy realized it was time to get more people involved in her plan. Tom was very angry, and Phyllis Jensen wasn't too happy, either. The statuesque redhead was having a hard time containing her jealousy as she watched her husband blissfully fucking another woman. Candy stood up and clapped her hands for attention.
"All right, everybody," she said. "Time for Mr. Peters and Mrs. Lawson to take off their clothes."
Tom Peters and Helen Lawson stared at the naked little blonde as if she were crazy-but Candy knew that this was the only answer to the problem that confronted them all. The adults were angry and jealous. The only way to overcome that jealousy was for every person in the room to have a little extramarital fun. Then everyone would be even and nobody would be left out.
"Candy," Helen Lawson said nervously, "I couldn't possibly strip in front of all these people. Please, isn't there anything else we can do?"
"Nope," Candy said with a wicked grin. "Take off your clothes, Mrs. Lawson-all of them-or I'll just have to go tell my parents that your husband raped me."
"For God's sake, Helen, do as she says," Frank Lawson said urgently.
Helen didn't move, just stood there blushing. Candy shrugged and started for the phone. Before she could get near it, Frank and Tom were pulling off Helen's clothes. Candy smiled and nodded approvingly-but poor Helen looked like she was going to die of embarrassment. The slim blonde was beet red with shame.
"You, too, Mr. Peters," said Candy. "I want you to take off all your clothes."
"Right away," Tom panted, "as soon as I finish helping with Helen."
Soon Helen Lawson stood naked in the center of the room, trying desperately to cover herself just as Mary Peters had done. She didn't succeed in hiding either her pretty little platinum bush or her pert pink-nippled tits. Tom Peters eyed her hungrily as he quickly got out of his clothes.
Frank Lawson looked gloomily at Candy. "I suppose you want them to make love?" he said.
"Why not?" Candy laughed. "It's only fair, isn't it, Mr. Lawson? I mean, you got to cheat on your wife, so why shouldn't she get to cheat on you?"
Frank had no answer to that one. He just looked miserable and hung his head. Naturally he didn't want to share his beautiful blonde wife with another man-but it was okay for HIM to fuck the fourteen-year-old babysitter. Candy didn't feel very sorry for him. She definitely didn't believe in the double standard. She felt women ought to have every bit as much fun as men.
Soon Tom Peters was standing next to Helen Lawson, tan and well-muscled and without a stitch of clothes. He was damned attractive, and Helen was finding it hard not to stare at his already erect and swollen cock. It sprang from its crisp blond bush and pointed right up at the ceiling, weeping little bubbles of cock juice.
"What do you want us to do now, Candy?" Tom said, grinning.
"As if you didn't know, you bastard," Frank said angrily.
"Stay out of it, Mr. Lawson," Candy ordered. "You guessed it, Mr. Peters. I want you to fuck Mrs. Lawson."
Helen, already blushing, turned fiery red. "Candy, your language," she exclaimed. "Oh, dear, I just can't do this. Not in front of others. Couldn't we go into another room?"
"Afraid not," Candy said. "I want you to do it right here where everyone can see you."
"I don't care where we do it," Tom Peters said wickedly, "as long as we do it."
He started toward Helen, his long thick cock wagging heavily and lewdly before him. She eyed the rigid pale prick and blushed deeply. With a little whimper of shame she started to back* away from Tom. She backed up until she was against the wall. Grinning, Tom pressed close against her and eased his ready dick between her slim thighs.
"You know," he said, "I've been looking forward to this for years."
"You rotten sonofabitch," Frank Lawson shouted.
He started towards his wife and Peters, but Candy stopped him with a stern command. "Mr. Lawson," she said, "leave them alone unless you want to go to jail. I want you to just watch them, you understand?"
"Yes," Frank said miserably, "but why are you torturing me like this?"
"Oh, you'll feel better soon," Candy said with a chuckle.
Meanwhile Tom Peters was coaxing Helen Lawson, trying to get her to open her legs. She stood rigidly against the wall, blushing hotly and keeping her thighs pressed tight together. He had his stiff cock between her legs but couldn't get it inside her without her cooperation. He fondled her pert small tits and kissed her hotly, working his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Come on, baby, open up," he crooned. "Let me stick it in you. You'll like it, I promise .. ."
"No," Helen gasped, "I just couldn't..."
"Mrs. Lawson," Candy said firmly, "do you want your husband to go to jail? I ordered you to fuck Mr. Peters, and you'd better do it."
"Nooooo," Helen wailed, breaking away from Tom. "It's not right. I won't do it."
She raced across the room, Tom in hot pursuit. In her haste she tripped over someone's discarded clothing and went tumbling across the arm of a chair. Tom reached her while she was still in that position, draped over the chair arm, her pert little ass lifted and spread. He grinned as he eyed her lewdly exposed pink pussy.
"Got her now," he chuckled.
Before Helen could escape her awkward position, Tom jammed the great bloated purple head of his cock into the snug little mouth of her cunt. He pushed hard, and they all saw his thick pulsing meat rapidly disappearing into her blonde-fringed box. Tom grinned ecstatically, and Helen's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh, NO," she gasped, "nooooo ... Take it out, please ... My God, Tom, not in front of all these people ... OHHHHHH ..."
In spite of her loud protests, Helen didn't try to fight Tom off. She remained draped over the arm of the chair, her pretty little butt raised high, as her eager friend and neighbor pushed his thick stiff prick fully into her small twat. Her eyes got wider and wider as she took more and more hard thick cock into her belly.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned wonderingly, "ohhhhhhh, my God ..."
No doubt it was the first time she'd ever fucked anyone besides her husband. Helen was a proper * lady, and it was likely that she'd been a virgin when she married Frank, that she'd never felt any " other cock but his. She didn't try to get away from Tom now. She wasn't exactly cooperating with him, but she sure as hell wasn't fighting him, either.
Frank whirled toward Candy with a look of outrage. "Damn you," he hissed. "Damn you to hell. Why are you making me watch this?"
Candy only smiled. "No questions, remember?" she said. "I've got you where I want you, Mr. Lawson. You've got to do whatever I say-and no questions asked."
"But I didn't rape you," Frank sputtered. "That's a He." -
"Sure it's a lie," Candy laughed, "but the police will believe me. Who's gonna believe that a fourteen-year-old girl seduced three grownup men?"
Frank moaned and turned away, knowing he was beaten. Candy could look twelve years old and incredibly innocent when she wanted to. The police just wouldn't believe that this little girl could deliberately seduce three adult males.
"Watch the show, Mr. Lawson," Candy said sweetly. "That's what it's for."
"Bitch," Frank snarled.
He could watch his own wife getting it from behind from Tom Peters, or he could watch Mary and Harold, who were still going at it hot and heavy on the floor. It was not a boring sight. Mary, who'd already come several times, was grinning and holding her legs wide open for Harold, who was balling her slowly and deliberately now, enjoying every second of his forced adultery.
"Oooooo," Mary crooned, "ooooo, Harold, yeah, I dig it when you go slow ... Oh, wow, what a turn-on ..."
"Glad to be of service," Harold chuckled. He knelt between her widely-parted legs, slowly and blissfully working his fat cream-soaked dick in her tiny black-fringed twat. He shuddered and panted with pleasure each time he slowly pushed his swollen meat to the hilt in Mary's fiery sweltering passage. He also avoided looking at his wife.
Phyllis stood close by, watching as if hypnotized, watching her bald hairy husband blissfully fucking a pretty petite brunette. Phyllis looked shocked, yet she couldn't seem to move her eyes off the scene. Occasionally she glanced at Tom and Helen, who were also fucking, but it didn't seem to attract her like the sight of her own man balling another woman.
As for Candy, she didn't know where to look, she was having such an exciting time. Looking through keyholes had been fun, but it was nothing compared to this. She had these adults at her mercy and could make them do anything she wanted. She could make any woman fuck any man...
Frank Lawson was already naked, but he looked dejected as he watched his pretty blonde wife receiving the hard deep jabs of Tom Peters' cock. Frank's prick was limp and wrinkled. Well, Candy would take care of that. She glanced at Phyllis Jensen, the tall big-breasted redhead who was mournfully watching her husband fuck Mary Peters. A big dose of Phyllis would no doubt cheer Frank up a lot.
"All right, Mrs. Jensen," Candy said, "you undress, too."
Phyllis blushed, but she obeyed without protest.
It had become clear by now that they would all have to do whatever Candy wanted, unless they wanted their men to go to prison for a long long time. Phyllis was soon tossing aside her bra, and her enormous creamy tits swung heavily into their natural shape. She stepped out of her panties, and Frank Lawson gawked hungrily at her flaming red bush.
"Okay," said Candy, "now I want Mrs. Jensen and Mr. Lawson to get it on."
Phyllis and Frank looked at each other across the room, and they both blushed red. The interesting thing, though, was the performance of Frank's cock. As he glanced at Phyllis Jensen and thought about balling her, his shriveled little prick gave a violent twitch and suddenly mushroomed into long taut erection. It jerked up to point at the ceiling.
"Uh, well, if you insist, Candy," Frank stammered.
"I insist," Candy laughed.
Without a word Phyllis and Frank started drifting toward the couch. They kept glancing at each other and blushing. The attraction between the two neighbors was extremely strong. Frank could hardly keep his eyes off the voluptuous redhead with the enormous jugs, and Phyllis licked her lips and blushed as she eyed Frank's long rigid cock which was even bigger than her husband's.
They reached the couch and, standing there, suddenly fell against each other, moaning and kissing hungrily. Frank's stiff cock rubbed Phyllis' belly and left a bright trail of juice. They lost their balance and went tumbling onto the couch, Frank on the bottom. The unusual position didn't seem to bother them at all. Phyllis quickly straddled Frank and poised her wet eager cunt mouth right over the swollen knobby head of his cock.
"Phyllis, what the hell are you doing?" Harold Jensen cried.
He hadn't noticed his wife till that moment, he'd been so happily absorbed in balling Mary Peters. Now he just happened to look up and see his beautiful copper-haired wife naked and rubbing her wet gash back and forth over the hard purple head of Frank Lawson's cock. Frank was grinning and trying to stick the fat cock-head up Phyllis' cunt.
Phyllis whirled and stared at her husband. She blushed scarlet. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling," she stammered, "but Candy ordered me to do it with Frank."
"I don't give a shit what Candy ordered," Harold said indignantly. "You're not fucking another man. I don't approve of adultery."
Everyone, even Phyllis, burst into laughter. It was just too much, Harold angrily disapproving of adultery while he had his cock stuck deep in Mary Peters' cunt. Harold looked puzzled for a moment as the laughter spread around him. Then he glanced down at his cock, which was halfway into Mary and widely stretching her pretty pink pussylips. He finally got the point-and grinned sheepishly.
"Well...," he said lamely.
"You just do as I told you, Mr. Jensen," Candy said, trying to sound stern. "There's nothing you can do about your wife."
"You're the boss," Harold sighed.
He took one last unhappy look at his wife before turning back to Mary. He clearly didn't like the idea of Phyllis fucking another man, but he was just as clearly consoled with Mary. And Phyllis was glad when he stopped watching her. She grinned down at Frank Lawson, who grinned back and started easing his fat hard cock into her wet and ready box.
"Ooooo," Phyllis crooned, "ooooo, yesssss ..."
Frank took his time, prolonging the delicious moment of penetration, watching his own pale stiff prick entering his neighbor's wife. Phyllis' pretty rose-colored pussylips stretched and moistened as she happily took his cock, and she creamed heavily, the thick steamy juice running down her thighs.
"Deeper," she panted, "deeper ..."
Frank grinned blissfully as he obeyed her urgent request, pushing his greedy swollen dick ever deeper into her scorching wet passage. Phyllis' eyes rolled crazily and her big pointed tits swelled up tight with arousal. Clearly she was very turned on by fucking another man besides her husband.
"Oh, God, yesss," she whimpered, "that's good ..."
"I'll say," Frank sighed.
He had penetrated her fully now, his swollen rosy nut sacs resting against the wet plump flesh of her gash. Phyllis sat over him, voluptuous and big-breasted, sighing loudly with pleasure. Unable to wait for his thrusts, she began to work her needy wet pussy up and down the hard impalement of his cock.
"Ummmmm," she murmured, "UMMMM-MMM ..."
Candy surveyed her work. The room was full of couples fucking at her command. In the center of the room, on the thick carpet, Harold Jensen, hairy and powerful, was leisurely working his fat white prick in Mary Peters' juice-squirting box while the petite brunette squealed with pleasure, oblivious to everything but his adulterous fucking.
A few feet away Helen Lawson lay draped over a chair arm, pretty round butt raised high in the air, gasping with wonder and pleasure as she experienced her first illicit fuck. Tom Peters, grinning widely, was working his stiff-swollen cock deep into her tiny seething box as he stood behind her. Each time he pushed deep into her, Helen gave a hoarse helpless moan of bliss.
Not far away from them, Phyllis Jensen and Frank Lawson occupied the couch, the big redhead squatting over the tall thin man and moaning delightedly as she ground her hungry cunt up and down the rigid hard pole of his cock. Frank was stirring himself to effort at last, beginning to jerk his eager cock hard and fast in her dripping box. He was panting and flushed with pleasure.
"Very good, everyone," Candy muttered.
She didn't say it loud enough for them to hear. She didn't want to disturb the scene she'd so carefully set up. If everything worked out the way she hoped, there'd be no more divorce talk among these people, no more sexual frustration, and no more jealousy. If they could all learn to share the fun, they'd have a much better time.
So far so good-except for one thing. Candy had forgotten to include herself in the fun. There were three stiff fat cocks working like crazy, three eager and horny men-but nobody to take care of Candy's burning need. Not too smart, she thought wistfully. But there was nothing she could do about it now. Those three cocks were being put to very good use.
Candy crawled up onto the big TV set again, a high spot from which she could watch all the action. Sighing, a little envious, she slipped her hand into her crotch and began to caress her ever-horny little clit, rubbing the tip of her finger briskly back and forth over the slick hot pea-size lump. She murmured her pleasure, but she never took her eyes off the three couples.
All this was her doing, she thought proudly- three separate acts of love-making going on in one room, six people fucking someone besides their spouses. So far no one seemed too unhappy about it. All three couples were humping away vigorously, and the noises of enjoyment were getting louder and louder-moans, whines, gasps, squeals, and the loud slap-slap of belly against belly.
Harold Jensen was the closest to coming. He ought to be-he'd been balling Mary Peters for almost fifteen minutes now. He roared with pleasure and rammed his thick cream-soaked cock faster and faster in her gushing little box as he approached a well-earned orgasm. Mary was writhing blissfully beneath him, having already come countless times.
"AWWWWWW," Harold suddenly bawled.
His muscular ass contorted and jerked as he began to shoot his load into Mary's receptive little cunt. She squealed with delight and clung to him as she took the steamy flood, but it overflowed her tiny box and puddled out onto the carpet. A final orgasm caught Mary by surprise, and she shrieked shrilly and threw her legs around Harold's twitching ass as she came.
"EEEEE," Mary screamed.
Meanwhile Tom Peters was doing his best not to come until he'd brought off Helen Lawson. She was getting more and more excited, definitely losing her inhibitions, but it had taken a lot of stiff fucking to turn her on. She lay over the chair arm with a glassy look of pleasure on her face, moaning and whimpering softly as she took the repeated deep hard thrusts of Tom's swollen cock.
"Oh, Christ," Tom panted, "come, baby, come ... Can't hold out much longer ..."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly come," Helen gasped. "I just-ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHH!"
Much to her surprise she WAS coming, climaxing violently around Tom's deep-pounding prick. She wailed shrilly as the delicious spasms shook her, and her red-hot cunt contracted tight around his cock. Tom bellowed with pleasure and began to shoot his load into his neighbor's wife, who squealed happily as she took it.
"Yes, ball me, ball me," Helen Lawson chanted.
On the couch Phyllis Jensen bounced merrily over Frank Lawson as he fucked her hard and fast. Squatting over him, her big breasts jiggled heavily, lewdly, with each hard upward thrust of his eager cock. Phyllis was moaning hoarsely and steadily, and her thick creamy cunt juice poured out to drip onto his belly. Suddenly her eyes rolled wildly, and she gave a piercing cry of joy as she began to come.
"Oh, my God, Frank, fuck me HARD," Phyllis screeched, "make me come... Ohhhhh, OHHHHHHHH
Frank valiantly pumped away, but it was all he could do not to come himself before he brought her off. Phyllis' fiery flooded box nipped and bathed his jerking meat, squeezed so hard it almost milked the jism out of him. At last her spasms and cries died down, and with a loud moan of relief and pleasure, Frank let his come blast into her.
Candy watched the three successive comes with envy and yet with a feeling of accomplishment. The three couples would never have enjoyed each other if it hadn't been for her. She rubbed feverishly on her hot little clit, wishing she had a man to bring her off, but proud at having gotten all these people together and made them so happy.
The couples began to draw apart, blushing, once more conscious of the wild and crazy scene they'd created. For long delicious moments they'd forgotten they were part of an adulterous orgy, but it came back to them now. They looked embarrassed, sheepish, guilty-but very well satisfied, too.
"Well, young lady," Frank Lawson said to Candy, "you've made us act like performing monkeys. I hope you're satisfied."
"No, I'm not satisfied," Candy laughed. "This evening is just getting started."
"You've got to be kidding," Tom Peters said. "What more can we possibly do?"
Candy looked wickedly amused. "You can change partners," she said.
To her amusement, all the grownups blushed deeply.
"Candy, that's disgraceful," Helen Lawson exclaimed. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Lawson," Candy laughed, "you know you'll all dig it. Anyhow, you don't have any choice. You have to do what I say-and I order you to change partners and get it on again. You have to do it with somebody you've never balled before."
That didn't leave much choice. Burly Harold had to take ladylike Helen. Sexy blond Tom had to take buxom red-haired Phyllis. And tall sour-faced Frank had to take petite elfin Mary. Nobody seemed unhappy with the arrangement, though. There was a lot of blushing and awkwardness, but no one protested.
The three couples started getting comfortable while Candy watched. Harold and Helen copped the couch for themselves, while Tom and Phyllis were content with the carpet. Frank and Mary snuggled into a chair, Frank easily lifting the little brunette to straddle his lap. They all looked around at each other and laughed.
"Well, I guess we've become swingers," Tom said, "whether we like it or not."
"Personally, I like it," Harold chuckled.
There was a murmur of agreement before they all turned away to concentrate on their new partners. In moments there was another round of hot fucking going on, which Candy watched with both satisfaction and envy. The grownups seemed to get even more excited this time, getting louder as they lost their inhibitions.
In fact they gradually got so noisy that it began to worry Candy. What if other neighbors heard? What would they think of those strange noises coming from the Lawson house? To Candy it sounded like a barnyard gone berserk, a wild concatenation of squeals, yelps, howls, moans and shrieks. No telling what the neighbors might think...
In just a few more minutes her worst fears were realized. The three couples were noisily fucking away and Candy was watching them, when suddenly there was a loud pounding on the front door. Everyone went still, and in the sudden silence came words that chilled their blood:
"Open up in there! Police!"
Candy put her finger to her lips to prolong the silence, and she indicated that she'd answer the door and try to take care of the problem. Quickly and quietly the naked grownups gathered their clothes and hid behind the couch.
Candy hurried to the door as the pounding continued. She flung the door open and looked up at a young policeman.
"Hi," she said innocently. "Did you want something?"
The young officer's mouth dropped open, and his eyes got very wide.
Candy wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes ...
Chapter Nine
The policeman's name was Steve Henderson, and he'd only been on the job a few months. In fact he'd never taken a call alone before, but tonight his partner was out sick. Steve was twenty-four years old and considered himself a pretty competent policeman, but he wasn't prepared for a situation like this.
First he got a call to investigate a disturbance, but the complaining party, an old guy and his wife, said that the neighbors across the street were having an orgy. Steve doubted it, but he went to investigate. Before he even reached the front door he could hear the strange noises-howls, grunts, shrieks, wails and moans.
Maybe the old guy was right after all, he thought. At least if it wasn't an orgy, it sure as hell was a weird party. He'd never heard noises like that before. He knocked on the door and got no response. Finally he had to pound on the door and shout. The noises stopped abruptly, and after a few moments the door opened.
A gorgeous teenage girl stood there looking calmly up at him-and she was stark naked.
"Hi," she said matter-of-factly. "Did you want something?"
Steve wanted something, all right-HER. It was a long dizzy moment before he could collect his wits and remember his duty. She couldn't have been more than fourteen, but she was a knockout, a -petite blonde with a curvy flawless body. He couldn't help staring.
Her perfectly round newly-budded boobs were just the size of his clenched fists, firm little globes dotted with small dainty pink nipples. Her pretty little tits wobbled just slightly as she talked. He'd never seen a muff like hers, either-real blonde. It was just a wispy patch of platinum curls, fresh and crisp and shiny.
He felt a warning tingle in his balls, the start of hot excitement, and he had to shape up fast. He reminded himself sternly that he was a police officer and that he was here on business. He did his very best to ignore the adorable little naked chick who was standing not three feet away from him.
"Ma'am," he said in his official voice. "I mean, Miss. I was called here to investigate a disturbance. Neighbors have complained of loud noises."
Candy smiled slightly and said with no noticeable nervousness, "Oh, wow, I'm really sorry, officer. I guess I had the TV turned up too loud."
Steve glanced over her head at the room inside and saw that the television set was off. "Those were pretty strange noises," he said. "Just what were you watching, Miss?"
"Oh, something about an earthquake," Candy said. "I don't really remember. There was lots of running and shouting."
Well, that could account for the noises-but there was one thing that hadn't been explained. Steve found himself actually blushing as he spoke to the girl again, and he tried desperately not to look at her below the neck. Dammit, he had to keep his wits, had to remember that he was here on official business.
"Well, Miss," he said, trying to sound stern, "could you explain to me why you're going around the house without any clothes on? I mean, it is kind of unusual."
Candy could barely contain a gleeful grin as she looked up at the young policeman. He was so handsome, so sexy, and so embarrassed. She wanted to tease him, but she knew she'd better play it straight. There were six frightened people hiding behind the couch and depending on her to get rid of the law.
"Oh," she said innocently, "I like to go naked. It's good for you. It's what Mother Nature intended, don't you think?"
Steve could feel himself blushing clear down to his toes, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He cursed himself for not keeping his cool, but, it was damned hard with that gorgeous naked girl standing so close to him, her perfect smooth tits jiggling gently as she spoke. He ignored her question.
"Miss, I'll want your name and address," he said, getting out a notepad. She complied, and he went on, "Now, just what are you doing at this house, Candy? This isn't your address."
"I'm babysitting," Candy said. "Don't worry, the kid-Junior-is in bed. I wouldn't go naked in front of a little kid."
"Babysitting," Steve repeated stupidly. Somehow it didn't quite ring true. He suspected that not many babysitters looked like this. He'd better ask a few more questions. He really DID want to investigate this case a little more.
"I think I'd better come in and have a look around, Candy," he said. "Are you sure you're alone here-except for Junior, that is?"
Candy swallowed hard. She could well imagine the panic of the people hiding behind the couch when the young cop said he wanted to come in. It was vital to keep calm, not to arouse his suspicions. Above all, she couldn't let him look behind the couch. Six adults were depending on her to save their reputations.
"Oh, sure," she said casually, "come on in."
She stood aside and let him come into the Lawson's living room. He really was attractive, she decided-nice small tight butt and very muscular legs and arms, modishly long brown hair and mustache. Candy had gotten very horny watching all the grownups get it on. Just looking at the sexy young cop made her think how great it would be to fuck him.
Maybe THAT was the answer.
Candy contained a squeal of glee as she realized what she had to do. To save the adults and get the young cop into her power, the obvious thing was to seduce him. It would be fun, too, and she was definitely up for it. Her neglected young pussy was swollen and wet with need ...
"You didn't answer my question, Miss," he was saying. "I asked if you're alone here."
"Oh, yeah, I'm alone," Candy said, making her eyes wide and innocent. "Like I said, I'm babysitting. The people I'm sitting for, the Lawsons, are gonna be out real late."
"Do you know where I can reach them, Candy?" he said.
"There's no phone where they are," Candy answered truthfully. It would be hard for them to take a phone call while they were hiding behind the couch. She went on, smiling, "What's your name? It's not fair for you to use my name when I don't know yours."
"Henderson," he said, "Steve Henderson." He tried to sound gruff, but he found himself smiling back at the pretty little blonde. His glance slipped irresistibly below her neck, and he was gawking at her lovely orange-size tits with their pert light pink nipples. He wished he wasn't on duty, that he could just walk over to her and cup those sweet little boobs and fondle them ...
"Well, Steve," she said, "I'm sorry I made so much noise with the television, but that's all it was. Everything's under control now, and I'll be careful to keep the volume down till the Lawsons come home."
Steve attempted to frown and look stern. "I'm sure you will, Candy," he said, "but it's part of my job to look around and make certain that everything's okay. It'll just take a minute."
He started looking all around the living room. Candy's heart was in her mouth. Sooner or later he'd look behind the couch-and he'd find six naked cowering grownups. How was she going to explain THAT? She certainly couldn't pass them off as the elves. She was going to have to distract his attention-and do it fast. If she was going to seduce him, now was the time.
"Oh, Steve," she said, starting across the room toward him, "I just remembered-" And then she contrived to trip and fall.
"Candy, are you all right?" Steve exclaimed. There was no answer. The girl lay on her back, apparently unconscious. Steve hurried over to her and took her pulse. She seemed not badly hurt. Should he call for a doctor? Looking down at her, something delayed him-the desire to touch her, just once, while he could get away with it. Damn, she was pretty ...
He took a deep breath and reached for her. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't resist. He was only human, and here he was alone with a gorgeous, unconscious and naked girl. Could anyone blame him if he copped a quick feel? His hands settled lightly on her lovely round tits, then tightened in excitement as he felt the exquisitely silky hot flesh ...
Candy forced herself to hold perfectly still while he touched her. It was awfully hard to pretend to be knocked out when she wanted so much to respond to his touch. Just as she'd hoped, the young cop couldn't resist touching her. He grabbed the chance to put his hands on her tits and fondle them. His scorching moist palms closed around her sensitive boobs and pressed eagerly. "Oh, man," he murmured. Candy felt a torrent of juice flooding hotly from her pussy, she was so aroused by his touch. She went on pretending to be unconscious, but parts of her body just wouldn't cooperate. Her wicked cunt went on drooling eagerly, and her sensitive tits swelled up in Steve's caressing hands, the nipples going nubby and erect.
Steve felt it happening. As he eagerly fondled and squeezed her perfect little jugs, he felt her pretty pink nipples responding to his stimulation, going erect and pointed against his palms. He couldn't control himself when that happened. He bent down quickly and sucked one of the pointed pink nubs into his mouth.
Never in her life had Candy had to exercise such self-control. It took her by surprise when the young cop started to suck on her nipple, and it felt so great that she wanted to squeal with pleasure. Instead she had to lie absolutely still, not respond at all. Well, there was one response she couldn't control-her aroused pussy continued to make a flood of hot cream.
Steve was rapidly losing control of himself, but somehow he didn't care. This was no emergency call, and no one was being hurt. He wanted to touch the pretty little teenager just a little longer. He could tell by her pulse and breathing that she wasn't seriously hurt. It would be okay to go on sucking her lovely little pointed tit, just a little longer...
And as he sucked, his hand crept down her body. She was flawless, all molten silk, and her little body was firm and ripe and healthy. He trailed his hand slowly down over her ribs, her tiny firm waist, and the gentle curve of her hips. At last he touched the fine blonde silk of her muff. He rested his hand there, gently petting.
"Ummmm," Candy murmured.
She hadn't been able to stifle that single expression of arousal and pleasure. He was getting her so turned on, it was a miracle she wasn't moaning and writhing. His hot juicy mouth was sucking greedily on her tender sensitive nipple, and his hand was stimulating her mons with a steady soft squeezing. She knew she couldn't stay "unconscious" much longer.
"Candy," he said, hearing her soft moan, "are you all right?"
Yes, it was time to "wake up," time to take an active part in this delicious seduction. So far she'd just lain there and let the young policeman play with her naked body. Now she was going to do everything she could to blow his mind and keep him from his official duties.
She murmured something and stirred a little. Steve had raised his flushed face from her spit-soaked tit and was looking at her with concern. Candy stirred again and slipped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. She opened her big blue eyes and blinked at him, pretending to be dazed. Steve slipped her onto his lap, and she cuddled close to him, rubbing her naked butt right over his crotch.
"What happened?" she mumbled.
"You slipped and fell," he said. "You must have hit your head. But you seem to be okay now."
"How did my tit get wet?" Candy said, innocently touching her left nipple, which was soaked from his sucking.
Steve reddened deeply, right down to his toes. "I, uh, uh, I just don't know," he stammered. "Uh, maybe I better go call a doctor, Candy, and have you checked out."
He started to set her down, but she clung to him. "No, Steve," she said, "I don't need a doctor. Just hold me a minute, okay? I feel a little dizzy."
"Sure," Steve said, swallowing hard.
Candy wiggled her hot naked ass in his lap and rubbed her soft bare tits against his arm. Steve was struggling harder than he'd ever done in his life not to get excited, to keep his cool. It just wouldn't do to get a cock-stand right now. He was supposed to be a cop, dammit, in control and on the job. But it was all he could do not to fling her down on the rug and ball her ...
"I like you, Steve," Candy cooed. "You're nice ..."
"Uh, thank you, Candy," he said nervously.
He knew it must be an accident, but damned if the girl's hand wasn't creeping into his crotch. She couldn't be more than fourteen, too young to know anything about sex, but she was slipping her hand right over his fly and pressing down, stimulating his limp prick. Steven blushed hotly and tried to move her off his lap, but she was clinging to him like a leech. Dammit all, he had to stop her before she gave him a hard-on. It could be too late, though-he felt her fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
"Candy," he yelped, "what are you doing?"
She just looked up at him, grinned naughtily, and kissed him.
Steve was taken off guard. Her hot tasty little mouth closed hard on his, and then he felt her slick little tongue snaking into his mouth. He responded automatically. When a healthy young man is kissed by a beautiful young girl, there is only one thing to do-return the favor. Steve wriggled his tongue deep into her mouth before he even realized what he was doing.
Candy moaned excitedly and somehow managed to maneuver the much larger policeman down onto the rug. The next thing Steve knew they were lying face to face, still kissing hotly, and the girl was unzipping his fly. He felt dizzy and unsure of what the hell he was there for. He felt her little hand reaching inside his pants, soft little fingers curling around his limp dick ...
"Candy, what the hell!" he exclaimed.
She just grinned at him-and then she was scooting down toward his crotch. Steve looked and saw her shiny blonde head dipping down over his exposed prick. He had one brief glimpse of his own cock, limp and small and pale, and then her head was hiding it. The next thing he knew, a blast of delicious pleasure streaked through his loins.
"Candy," he gasped, "oh, Jesus ..."
The innocent-looking teenager was sucking his cock.
Steve couldn't believe it. It just couldn't be happening. She was hardly more than a child. He couldn't remember what had led up to this moment, either. He vaguely recalled coming here on some routine mission, and then the next thing he knew, a sexy little blonde was going down on him. What the hell...
"Ummmm," Candy murmured wetly, "UMMMMMMM..."
She sensed his confusion and took advantage of it. While his mind was still reeling with surprise and pleasure, she set about getting him so hotly aroused that he'd forget his mission entirely. She sucked his whole flaccid fat little prick into her mouth, right down to his balls, and started sucking loudly and hungrily, like she hadn't eaten in a month. The young cop flinched with pleasure and moaned.
"Oh, hey, baby, no," he panted. "You better not... Oh, Jesus, that's good ... Better stop ... Ahhhhhh ..."
He went on contradicting himself in a hoarse moan. He knew he wasn't making any sense. Pretty soon he didn't much care. He was conscious only of her scalding wet mouth around his sensitive prick. It felt fantastic. She sucked hard and fast and loud, making a hungry wet slurping noise. He couldn't help it, dammit-his cock started to get hard.
"Ummmmm," Candy moaned.
She felt it, too. She felt his limp little prick give a violent twitch in her busily sucking mouth, and then it was growing fast, getting long and thick and hard. Her eyes widened in amazement as she felt the growth. She'd expected a cock-stand, but nothing like this. Steve Henderson had the biggest dick she'd ever encountered .. .*
"Ohhhhh, baby, you better stop," he babbled. "Ahhhhhh, Christ..."
He felt his cock going rock-hard and huge in her mouth, slipping right into her throat. For a moment the girl valiantly went on sucking him, but then she gagged on his great hard length and had to let him go. His achingly erect prick popped from her lips and lurched up to point at the ceiling, gleaming with her spit.
It was. The young policeman's cock was a mammoth eight inches, a thick solid pale pillar of flesh ending in a golfball-size purple head. Candy licked her lips in hot anticipation as she eyed the huge stiff cock. It was going to feel terrific inside her... Steve wasn't so content. She could see him glancing from her to his erection, back and forth, and starting to look nervous.
After all, he was in uniform. She could understand why he might not be at ease. He had NOT been sent here to ball a fourteen-year-old babysitter. He was probably worried about his job, his career. Well, she'd just have to take his mind off all that-and fast.
"Uh, Candy," he said, starting to sit up, "I guess I got a little carried away there, but .."
She didn't let him finish. She jumped on him, straddled him, and brought her boiling little pussy down on his erect throbbing cock. It bent and pressed against his belly, trapped there by her scorching gash. She grinned down at him and mischievously rubbed her soaked slick pussy back and forth over his achingly full erection.
"Steve," she purred, "let's ball."
Steve closed his eyes for a moment and moaned. Why him? Why did HE have to be put in an agonizing situation like this? He wanted to ball this exquisite little chick more than anything in the world, but of course he couldn't-not while he was in uniform and on duty. Hell, he couldn't ball her anytime, anyplace. She was jail bait, way too young...
"Candy," he said shakily, "we can't do that, honey. We can't ball."
"Why not?" she pouted. She rubbed her red-hot slick gash back and forth over his rock-hard trapped cock, and he almost screamed with lust. "Why can't we, Steve? It wouldn't take long, and it'd be so much fun."
Oh, Christ, didn't he know it? He tried to imagine how deliciously tight her fourteen-year-old box would be, and he almost came in his excitement. Hell, no, it wouldn't take long-he could imagine himself shooting his load after about three delicious thrusts. He wanted her urgently- but he couldn't have her, not if he wanted to be a cop.
"Candy," he said, "I could lose my job if I got it on with you. You're too young, and I'm on duty. I just can't take the risk. Now please get off me."
"But, Steve," Candy cooed, "nobody has to know about it, and if nobody knows, your job is safe. Come on, Steve, just a quickie? I need it really bad ..."
Oh, shit, he could feel it. She wasn't kidding. Her little adolescent pussy was hot as a blast furnace and plenty wet. They needed each other urgently, but his damned sense of duty was holding him back. He felt her plump hot pussy rubbing lustily against his erect prick, and he knew he had to get away from her NOW-before it was too late.
"Candy," he said, "get off me or I'll have to push you off. I'm getting the hell out of here before I do something I'll regret."
He sounded like he really meant it. Candy had to act fast. She said meekly, "Okay, Steve, if you insist."
She started to raise herself, and his trapped cock rose right with her, wanting to stand and point. She raised herself just a few inches, till the fat purple head of his swollen dick was rubbing her pussy. Then she suddenly seized his stiff drooling cock and shoved the swollen hard head into her ready cunt mouth. She stuffed it in about an inch and then quickly sat down on it, achieving a quick deep penetration.
"AWWWWWW," Steve bawled.
"Oooooo," Candy moaned.
She felt his deliriously long thick cock snaking hard up her furiously aroused twat, stuffing her, sliding all the way to her womb. She moaned happily and ground her shameless little cunt around his hard fat impalement. He had the biggest cock she'd ever taken, and she wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.
"Ohhhhhh, Steve," she wailed, "ball meeee ..."
Steve dizzily wondered how the hell this had happened. He knew he'd made up his mind to do the right thing, to get away from temptation, and that he'd been trying to get to his feet, to get the girl off him. Then the next thing he knew, they were balling. He still wasn't sure how it had happened, but it really felt great. Dammit, he just couldn't stop now.
"Candy, you devil," he moaned.
Candy laughed. She was straddling him, his long rigid cock fully lodged in her scorching little box, his swollen balls resting against her searing wet pussy. She sat on the young policeman and grinned down wickedly at him, completely in command of the situation. She began to work her hot little cunt briskly up and down his cock.
"Move, dammit," she urged. "Fuck me, Steve ..."
Well, he'd tried. No man could have tried harder to stay out of trouble, but he had to admit defeat. This gorgeous teenage blonde was practically raping him. It would take a saint to hold out against temptation like that. Steve sighed deeply and started to move his cock in the tightest hottest little box he'd ever fucked. He decided to do his worrying later.
"Faster," she gasped, "harder ..."
He gave it to her, brutally fast and deep and hard, and she squealed with pleasure. "Baby, baby," he moaned, "so fuckin' tight..."
He lost track of time. He tried to hold out as long as he could, enjoying that exquisitely tight teenage pussy, feeling the searing juicy passage around his swollen cock. Dizzily he watched the girl astride him, watching her ecstatic smile, her rolling eyes, her bouncing tits. She came again and again, and he felt her steamy cunt juice rolling down to soak his balls ...
"More, more," Candy whined, "fuck me more, Steve ..."
"Sure, baby," he panted.
He closed his eyes and fucked her, losing track of time. He didn't know how many minutes passed before he opened his eyes again and looked around him. He'd been conscious only of Candy's nipping squeezing cunt each time she came, her howls and squeals of pleasure, and the scorching bath of her pussy cream. Then somehow he began to sense that they weren't alone in the room.
Steve opened his eyes and saw six people standing around him and Candy. Six people watching...
"AHHHHHHH," he gasped-for at that moment he came.
He couldn't control it, couldn't stop it. He came violently, dizzily, filling Candy's tiny nipping box with flood after flood of steamy jism. Blissfully he lost consciousness of everything around him. His body rocked with pleasure for long delicious moments, and it seemed a long time before he came down to earth again. But when he opened his eyes, those people were still there.
Six of them, three couples, all smartly dressed, were looking sternly down at him. The tallest man, a sour-faced skinny guy graying at the temples, said, "I'm Frank Lawson, and this is my house. What the hell are you doing with our babysitter, Officer?"
Steve opened his mouth, but there was nothing to say. Candy hopped off him and said brightly, "Oh, don't worry about it, Mr. Lawson, it's okay. You see, we were just-"
Steve didn't wait to hear the rest. He was zipping his pants as he fled out the door. He drove off before they could ask him his name. He just had to trust Candy not to rat on him.
Candy smiled as she watched him speed off. She could be trusted. After all, she wanted to see him again. She wanted to enjoy him and every other attractive man she might meet. There was a whole new world of pleasure awaiting her, and she had years and years to enjoy it.
