Eager Beaver Babysitter
by Norma Egan
(PR-3071)


Chapter One 

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. 

"Ooooooo," Candy wailed, "oooooo, Billy, that's GREAT..." 

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. 

"Oh, wow, YEAH," she wailed, "fuck me, Billy... Oh, it's good..." 

"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. 

"OHHHHH," Candy wailed, "Yeah, yeah, fuck meee..." 

"You bet I will, doll," Tom panted. 

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. 

"Eeeeeee," Candy moaned, "so good ... Fuck me, fuck meee ..." 

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. 

"Oh, wow," Candy exclaimed wonderingly, "it's HUGE." 

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. 


End
