Chapter 1
Candy Thompson was sitting up in bed, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the help wanted ads in the local newspaper.
Jack Turner was stretched out beside her, playing with her pussy. He was a sort of casual acquaintance, and he was fingering her cunt in a casual fashion as befitted their relationship. They were in Candy's one-room apartment. Jack had spent the night, after taking her out for a pizza, and she had given him a rattling good fuck. Now it was morning and he was interested in getting some more of that juicy cunt, but Candy didn't seem interested, although her sweet little twat was fluttering a bit as Jack slipped his middle finger up the slot.
Candy was eighteen years old.
She was a honey blonde with blue eyes and a sensual mouth. Her lower lip stuck out in a cute pout, whether she was pouting or not.
Jack thought her mouth was sexy. And he knew damned well that her body was sexy.
Her tits were large and firm. They thrust out from her slender torso proudly. Her nipples were large and stiff. Her waist was narrow, her hips nicely curved, her legs long and shapely. Her cunt was a prominent mound, thatched by a curly blonde thicket of pubic hair and bisected by a wet pink slit.
She had a lovely ass, too, although Jack couldn't see it at the moment since she was sitting on it, but he'd seen plenty of it the night before while lingering over a leisurely dog-style fuck. Her ass was shaped like a teardrop, firm and under-slung, the cheeks thrusting out and then cutting sharply into the backs of her lithe thighs.
Jack was nineteen.
He was a good-looking young man with a big dick. His cock was quite hard at the moment, a big rod capped by a knob like a purple mushroom.
Candy had just moved into his apartment. She had lived with her mother, a divorcee, until the week before. Then an unfortunate confrontation had taken place. The mother, a buxom woman, had come home unexpectedly and caught Candy fucking herself with the mother's dildo. There had been a terrible scene with awful recriminations. The mother had been as jealous of that rubber dick as she would have been of a man -- more jealous, as a matter of fact, because she had never known a man to be faithful, whereas, to her certain knowledge, the dildo had never once cheated on her.
She knew that for a fact, because she had purchased her dildo brand new, wrapped up in plastic and perfectly virginal. She had no use for any woman who would buy a used dildo.
Therefore, her rage was justified.
She had snatched the rubber dick out of Candy's pussy. Candy's cunt had clamped on it hard, loath to relinquish such a lovely cunt load, but the mother had dragged it away forcibly. The mother had been so angry at the unfaithful rubber dick that she had slipped the head into her mouth and given it a fierce bite, her teeth clamping into the bulbous knob so hard that it was deformed.
Candy had been frightened when she saw that. She was afraid that her mother might sink her teeth into her cunt, as well.
Her mother had, in fact, eyed her juicy cunt with something like that in mind, for the taste of Candy's cunt juice on the rubber cock was inspirational. But the woman was a proper mother and did not think it seemly to suck her own daughter's cunt, so she resisted the urge and, instead, called Candy all sorts of horrid names, ranging from slut and tramp on down to adulteress.
Candy had resented the last insult.
"Shit, Mom," she'd said. "It ain't adultery... I mean, you ain't married to a fucking rubber dick, are you?"
Candy's protest was logical, but did nothing to soothe the woman's feelings.
There was no way to deal with the situation but one: Candy had to move out of the house.
The mother had taken advice as to whether it was possible to legally wed a rubber dick, and after a while, found a minister of a cult religion from California who performed a ceremony in return for a blowjob. Now she and the dildo were married, she became a terrible nag and henpecked the poor rubber cock something terrible, knowing it was incapable of getting a divorce.
So it turned out all right for the mother, in the end.
But now Candy was on her own and she had to find a job, which is why she was reading the help wanted ads while Jack Turner fingered her slippery cunt.
He pushed his middle finger up her hole and twisted it around. Her pussy sucked at his digit but, although her hips shifted slightly, she continued to read the paper.
"Not interested?" he inquired.
"Ummm? Oh, sure. That feels real nice, Jack. But I got to read these ads. You just go ahead and play, if you want."
"Kinda one-sided."
He flicked his thumb across her clit. That vibrant little nugget stiffened.
"What kind of jab you looking for?" he asked.
"Don't know. Don't want to be a waitress, that's for sure. They need a change girl at the dirty movie arcade. I guess I could handle that."
"How about handling my dick, instead?"
Candy reached down and absent-mindedly wrapped her fist around the fat shaft of Jack's prick. His cock had been hard to begin with, and the minute her hand folded around it, it expanded. The big knob flared, out from the shaft.
He sighed with pleasure.
Candy, still looking at the newspaper, began to pump his dick slowly up and down.
Jack began using three fingers to probe up her slick cunt, steadily pushing them in to the knuckles and then turning and twisting them about inside the soft tunnel.
She began to get interested.
Candy was a sexy young, lady, and with Jack's hand caressing her cunt she found it hard to concentrate on the want ads, wanting his prick more than she wanted a job, which she didn't really want at all but had to have. But she had to have cock, too, once she got excited.
She tossed the paper aside.
She spread her lush thighs wide and, looking down along the nubile arch of her torso, watched his hand move in and out of her cunt. Her whole crotch had turned creamy by this time; ribbons of silvery cunt juice were trickling down into the crack of her ass and coating her thighs with a slippery film.
It excited her to watch her own body react to his hand as she began to squirm.
She continued to slowly stroke his prick, her fist skimming lightly up and down from hilt to crown.
As his fingers entered her cunt, her pussy made soft, moist squishing sounds and her clitoris stiffened and began to tingle. Jack used his thumb to caress that vibrant little lovebud as he finger fucked her gash.
She was panting.
His hand felt so nice that she was tempted to let him continue until she came, but it seemed rather a shame to come on a hand-job when there was a hard cock at hand. She'd had plenty of mutual masturbation experience in her earlier, virginal years but once she'd started fucking she'd stopped tugging by hand. Now she tugged at his cock suggestively.
Jack, never adverse to trading a fist for a pussy, rolled over and rose to his knees. He knelt between her thighs. His dick loomed out above her supple belly, the knob throbbing and the dark, thick vein that seemed the ventral shaft pulsing with blood. He dipped.
His cock bowed into her crotch.
Candy still retained her grip on the hilt, and she began rubbing his pecker-head around in her slot, dipping the knob in her creamy cunt and massaging her clit with the tip. His cock was pulsating with such regularity and urgency that it felt like an electric vibrator as he ran it over her fuck hole.
He made no attempt to fuck her yet, content to let her play his dickhead over the entrance while he began to massage her plump tits with both hands, squeezing the firm mounds and rolling her taut nipples in his fingers.
Lowering his face, he sucked on her nipples, his face crossing back and forth between those tingling nuggets.
Inspired, Candy arched her back, lifting her crotch and ass off the bed and into position, like a socket awaiting his fat plug. Her hips wriggled. Jack's hands slid down her flanks, caressed her hips and then slipped under her ass, cupping the firm, Valentine-shaped cheeks and holding her up.
Candy released his cock.
Jack pushed the full length up her cunt with one long, rippling stroke, his ass dipping as he corkscrewed in. He held the full penetration for a long moment, jammed in to the hilt in her wet sheath, his cock buried in warm pussy and his bloated balls pressed against her uplifted ass. Her cunt pulled and clutched at his hot meat as Candy thrilled to the sensation of being chock-a-block full of big prick and his cock began to expand and tremble as he savored the pleasure of being imbedded to the root in creamy cunt.
She began to rotate her hips.
Her hole twisted from side to side on his buried cock, adding torque to the contact, while her cunt muscles began to work in sequence so that her hole was rippling up his dick from base to knob in a series of clutching contractions.
Then Jack began to fuck her.
He started moving slowly, using long strokes -- pulling back until only the head of his pecker remained in her cunt, then pushing the whole big cock into her. His ass screwed and humped.
Candy met him with eager compliance, moving her loins in counterpoint to his, so that she was pushing her crotch down over him as he plowed up, and then twisting away as he withdrew.
Her pussy was a pliable joy. Despite the numerous cocks that had explored those depths, it was tight as it molded itself around the contours of his prick, gripping and clutching at every inch of stalk and knob. He slid easily through the fluid, slippery passage with her pussy milking his dick firmly, enhancing the friction by the clutching contractions.
They had been both inspired by the manual love-play. Now that they were fucking, they both rose towards the heights of sexual sensation without delay.
Jack began to fuck faster, fairly pouring the pork to her. His balls swung in like the clapper of a fleshy bell, ringing the pealing notes of arousal. His cock felt like a heated crowbar as it forged up her cunt!
Candy's pneumatic loins responded with equal vigor as he fed the dick to her like a stoker shoveling phallic fuel to a carnal furnace.
Her pussy started to cream.
"Oh!" she cried, as if amazed at the thrill, then, "Ooooh!" drawing the wail of joy out in a long, quavering note.
Her thighs clamped around his flanks, squeezing as if she sought to force the spunk from him by the pressure.
Her cunt sucked on his dick as they fucked. Jack groaned as he felt the pressure build up in his balls. He whacked his cock in savagely, gritting his teeth. His whole body began to tingle and his toes curled as the rising ecstasy filled him with joy.
His hands were still cupping her ass, and now he lifted her higher, angling her crotch to his stroke and sending his dick speeding across her vibrant clit. Her thighs were soft hooks, her belly a velvet cup, her cunt working with suction.
His balls exploded.
He felt the thick sap rush up his rod, and she felt that rod expand potently in her cunt.
"Cum!" she cried, already coming, herself, and wanting his hot cream to pour into her as she shuddered to the thrill. Even as she spoke the word, as if obedient to her command, the head of his dick blossomed with a spurt of thick fuck juice as he ran it all the way up her hole.
Candy felt the burning jism pour into her womb and her own orgasm increased. Long thrills crashed around in her belly and ran up her thighs. Her cunt sucked at him and he shot a second heavy wad up her hole, filling her cunt with so much spunk that it came bubbling out as his plunger pushed in.
He blew a third cascade of cum into her hole, then stiffened and held his body rigid while the girl writhed away under him, working off the final spasm of her own orgasm.
After a while she stopped moving.
She smiled dreamily and contentedly.
Jack drew his softening dick out of her pussy hole. A veritable flood of cum and cunt juice flowed out in the wake of his retreating cock, soaking the bed. Jack stretched out beside her, breathing hard and grinning happily.
"That was nice," she said.
"Yeah," he said.
Candy eyed his dick, checking for signs of latent prowess. It was no longer erect, but it wasn't quite soft, either. It flopped out from his belly, semi-hard.
"You in a hurry?" she asked.
"Naw."
"Good, we can do it again in a little while," said the randy young lady.
Jack thought that was a remarkably fine idea.
Candy sighed. She picked up the newspaper again. She was thinking that it would no doubt cut into her fucking time.