Chapter 2
"Fucked if I'll be a waitress," Candy said. "Imagine slinging hash, or eggs. Think of serving fried eggs to some horny old guy! Or hotdogs, that's worse: phallic symbols. The only meat I want to serve is hot pussy."
"You sure serve that like a pro," Jack said.
She looked at him suspiciously, not at all sure if that was a compliment. She thought of herself more as a talented amateur than a professional in the serving of cunt.
"Hey, here's a good job," she said.
Jack leaned over her tit to read the ad. "A mechanic?" he said, dubiously.
"Yeah, that pays well."
"You know anything about motors and things?"
"Then how can you be a mechanic?"
"Why, because I'm a girl."
"That's what I mean. A girl can't be a mechanic."
"That shows how much you know. They can't refuse to hire me because I'm a girl. That's discrimination."
"Yeah, but they can sure as shit refuse to hire you if you don't know anything about mechanics."
"Naw, they can refuse to hire a guy if he doesn't know how to do the job. But if they refuse to hire a girl, she can take them to court. She can get them in lots of trouble if they aren't equal opportunity employers."
Jack considered that.
It didn't seem quite right, somehow, but still he figured she probably had a point.
She said, "That's a better job than being a change girl at dirty movies. I think I'll apply for it."
"I'll bet you'll look sexy in overalls, with grease on your hands?" Jack said.
She giggled, and said, "Greasy hands are great for jerking guys off, I'll bet."
"Pistons," he said. "Big, hard, hot pistons."
"Ooooh. Screwdrivers!"
"Crankshafts!"
"Transmissions!"
"Transmissions? What's erotic about transmissions?"
"I guess I got carried away," she said, looking sheepish.
"Unless you want me to transmit my dick into your twat."
And once again, Candy's joy hunting got sidetracked.
Jack's big prick had been hovering somewhere in the region of semi-hard, going up and down like a self-sealing tire with a slow leak. But the moment that Candy reached out for it, that formidable fuck stick snapped into a rampant state, like a soldier coming to attention.
Candy giggled at his reaction.
She flicked her index finger against the underside of the flaring knob, and the whole long rod began to vibrate like a taut bowstring. Then she folded her fist around the shaft, as if seeking to pacify the humming tool, absorbing that vibrant energy in the soft palm of her hand. Her hand was small and delicate and his pecker was large and battle scarred. A good four inches of stalk and head sprouted from her clenched fist like a rubber truncheon from a brutal inquisitor's hand. But there was nothing brutal about Candy's attitude or demeanor -- her grip was gentle and her pretty face was transformed by sexual expectation.
Jack began to play with her fat tits while she stroked his prick up and down.
"Want me to go down on you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes and looking demure.
"Oh, yeah!" he said.
They had been too occupied by fucking to dabble in the oral embellishments, so Jack had not known whether Candy gave head or not. He hadn't suggested it because be didn't want to risk alienating her -- in case she found the idea disgusting and might, as a consequence, deny him any further pussy.
He had once, in his youth, been the seventh man in a gang-bang. By the time he got to the girl, her cunt was exceedingly soggy and he had tried to insert his dick into her mouth. She had been enraged.
"What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she had screamed, and she had denied Jack an orgasm as a result.
Therefore, he had learned to tread lightly in the suggestion of cock sucking. But if a girl happened to suggest it, Jack was never unwilling to fuck a face, especially such an adorable face as Candy's.
He rolled onto his back and thrust his loins up.
Candy squirmed down the bed, bringing her face level with his towering dick.
Candy loved to suck cock but she often found herself so busy fucking that she didn't get a chance to have a taste of the gentleman's prick before it was all used up. She had tried to work it in reverse once, blowing a fellow before fucking him, but that had been a disaster. He had been a one shot guy and as soon as lie had whitewashed her tonsils with his abundant, but solitary, load of jism, he had got dressed and departed, leaving the poor girl with a belly full of cum but nothing whatsoever for her frustrated pussy. But with a potent man like Jack, no such problems arose, and she simply adored the way his dick rose from his loins.
She lifted up and positioned her face just above the head of his cock, but she didn't go down on him immediately.
She licked her lips and purred happily, teasing him for a moment -- and teasing herself, as well, for now that she was in position, her mouth was fairly drooling for dick. She was literally hungry for cock meat and she found it a most pleasant form of starvation, with the remedy at hand -- a malnutrition that could be rectified without hardship.
"Ummm... that looks good," she whispered.
Jack moaned and pushed his hips higher.
"Oh, I'd love to... but it's terribly naughty, Jack. I'd better riot. You might not respect me afterwards."
Jack knew she was merely taunting him, but his cock was not so enlightened. It lunged and bucked like a crooked flywheel that threatened to shake his carnal engine apart.
"Maybe just a little lick..." she said.
Her tongue fluttered in the air, a scant inch above the head of his flaring cock.
"Just a taste..." she sighed.
She ran her tongue across the head of his cock tentatively -- just a single slurp -- then drew back again.
But Candy was in no state to tease him further, now that the delicious flavor of his cock head was tingling on her taste buds. She gazed I down at the big, swollen slab of purple flesh with a hungry expression, her eyes crossing as they turned inward, giving her a cockeyed expression.
Lowering her face again, she began to lave the head of his dick with long, moist strokes of her hot tongue. His knob spread out like a hooded cobra prepared to strike -- fangless but formidable, filled with thick, non-lethal venom.
"Ummm... yummy..."
Jack was panting like a steam engine as her nimble tongue ran all over his cockhead. He pushed upwards, attempting to get it into her mouth, but she was enjoying licking it so much that she wasn't ready to suck yet.
She tilted her head to the side as he thrust up, so that his rising rod slid along her cheek instead of going into her mouth. Fitting her pursed lips to the underside of the stalk, she began to slide her head up and down, as if she were playing a flute. Her lips slurped up and down from root to crown.
His cock began to vibrate wildly.
Going down, she paused to lick his hairy balls for a moment, savoring the variety in taste and texture. Then she slurped back up and fitted her lips to the tip of his cockhead. She kissed that bloated slab lovingly, her lips slowly parting and her head going down millimeter by millimeter.
She fed his cockhead into her mouth.
Just the head of his cock was in her maw and the thick rod stood out between his belly and her face like a fleshy rivet bolting them together.
She sucked softly, her cheeks hollowing in. Her tongue began to glide along the sensitive underside of his cockhead, adding a new dimension to the thrill sucking him and tonguing him at the same time.
She was drooling down his stalk, her lips wrapped around the shaft just below the knob.
Jack whimpered and reached down, placing his hand on the back of her head, fingers splayed out. He pushed gently. Taking the hint, Candy began to bob her head up and down, feeding his dick back into her throat.
Her tongue continued to lick his knob, and her lips went down as far as they could, so that her nose nestled in his pubic hair and her chin brushed against his swollen balls.
She rose until only his knob was still in her mouth, paused for a suck cm that succulent slab, then pushed back down until his cock had vanished into her head.
Jack stared down, fascinated, watching her golden head go up and down his cock as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. And his cockhead felt as big as an apple, too -- a big, hot apple that filled her mouth to the brim, lodging in her throat and pressing her cheeks out.
Candy gurgled with happiness.
There was no condition in life, except having her cunt stuffed full of cock, that she found as agreeable as having a mouthful of rampaging cock meat.
She gazed up at his face, eyelashes fluttering. Seeing his countenance transported by the bliss that her mouth was bringing to him, the sexy girl was more inspired than ever. Giving carnal pleasure was as good as getting it, she figured as long as she got plenty of it in return.
She had intended to suck him for a while and then let him fuck her, but now, seeing how greatly he was enjoying the cock sucking, the oversexed blonde changed her mind.
She decided to let him come in her mouth.
She pulled her clutching lips up his shaft and away from his knob. She flutter-kissed the tip and, speaking at the same time as if his cock were a microphone -- she said, "Do you want to shoot in my mouth, honey?"
Her words were as inspirational as her lips. Jack felt the welcome syllables vibrate right down his dick and amplify in his tender balls. He tried to say yes, but his vocal cords were as stiff as his cock. Only a rasping, wordless sound came out.
He nodded furiously.
Candy smiled, her lips turning up without departing from his cockhead.
"Ummm?" she purred. "Shall I milk your cock, Jack? Shall I drink your jism?"
He was still nodding; he kept right on nodding.
"Shall I swallow all that thick, hot cream?"
"Yes!" he managed to gasp, sounding strangled.
Candy whimpered. Her lips fitted over the tip of his dick and pushed down. She began feeding his cock into her mouth and throat once again, working with the steady rhythm that, she knew, would bring him quickly to a climax.
But not too quickly, she hoped, for as much as she wanted to drink his cum, she was in no hurry for that tasty treat. The pleasure of sucking cock was a delight in itself and she wanted to enjoy a nice long suck before she got to the creamy culmination.
She went down to the root, his knob running right into her gullet. Drawing back up, her tongue lashed back and forth as she sucked. His cock was gliding over her curled tongue as if it were a carpet laid out for the passage of a dignitary, sliding through her compressed lips like a peg into a perfectly fitted slot, plowing into her throat so deeply that he thought she might choke on the blockage.
She was whimpering, as if his cock were running over her vocal cord like a bow over a violin string.
She gasped as she took it all and then purred as her mouth rose up to the cockhead again, little whimpering sounds punctuating the steady slurping of her mouth.
Jack drew his hand away from her head and clasped both hands behind his own head, relaxing now that she was into the steady rhythm. He stretched out comfortably and let her do the work as he held his back arched and his cock steady while her face rose and fell over his towering hunk of prick meat.
Suddenly a little spurt of preliminary cum shot from his knob onto her tongue.
"Oh!" she cried as she felt that hot stream run over her sensitive taste buds. Her steady tempo faltered for a moment as she let the little creamy appetizer slip around on her tongue, then hungrily gulped it down.
The hint of the delicious load to come thrilled the wanton nymph. She'd had enough of the meat course now and was hungry for the creamy dessert.
Her head began to fly up and down quickly while her cheeks pulled and her lips slurped and her tongue flashed to and fro like a crazed serpent.
"Come," she gurgled, the word muffled by his pecker head. "Come for me, Jack come in my mouth."
She sucked rapaciously. Her horny blonde head rose and fell, in a blur as she jammed his whole big cockhead back into her greedy throat, desperate to milk the precious nectar from his seething cock and bloated nuts.
Jack gave a strangled cry. His body stiffened as if his back had broken, and he plunged his dick upwards as his orgasm began.
His cockhead erupted mightily.
Candy gasped as she felt her mouth fill with spunk. She gulped the creamy delight down furiously, making room for more as his second jet hosed her tonsils. He was coming fast and hard, and her mouth was so full of jism that it overflowed from her unpeeled lips and ran back down his shaft. Then her head bobbed down again, gathering the errant cum up, once more.
He poured yet a third creamy stream into her mouth. Then he collapsed, groaning.
Candy was swallowing quickly and her head continued to dip and rise as she milked every last succulent drop from his cockhead with such vigor that she seemed to be inhaling the wonderful stuff. She couldn't swallow it fast enough. Her mouth was still full, the thick cum running into her cheeks and hanging from her tonsils like ivory stalactites.
Jack stopped shooting, but she continued to suck, draining him to the dregs.
His cock began to soften in her mouth.
She sighed, wishing there was more of that oily delight. She drew her lips away from his cockhead and, ducking down, used her nimble tongue to gather up a few stray drops that had escaped and run down to his collapsed balls.
"Ummm," she sighed, "what a treat!"
"Best blow job I ever had," he said.
Candy regretfully moved away from his cock, which was in a state of collapse now and flopped flaccidly against his belly. She spotted an errant nugget of cum at the very root and lapped it up. Then she slid up and snuggled against him lovingly and affectionately, very pleased with the delicious feast he had fed to her.
"Want me to do you no?" he asked, figuring that she was entitled to some head, in turn.
But she said, "No hurry... just rest awhile. Let me have a moment to enjoy my meal."
She seemed to have forgotten all about applying for a jab as a mechanic. The mechanics of sex had sidetracked the girl and if she thought of engines now, they were carnal engines with meaty pistons and creamy hydraulics. And she wasn't sorry that she had to get a job, nor was she sorry that she had been banished from her mother's house, for she was beginning to see the benefits that automatically came with having her own apartment.
No more fucking in automobiles, no more fears of parental interruptions when she entertained at home, the chance to spend a lovely morning in bed with a man -- such things were well worth having to work for.
Who needed to borrow an old dildo, anyhow?
Her mother could have the dildo all to herself. Candy intended to get all the real dick she could.