Chapter 1
The small room was filled with the wet, juicy sounds of Candy's tightly-ovaled mouth as she moved her lips up and down over the thick shaft of cock that was trying to force its way down her throat. A shiny rivulet of spit trickled from the corner of her mouth. Her smooth cheeks puffed out and hollowed in rhythmically and the sweet, fleshy taste of his hot prick made her mind reel.
She was sucking Arnie's cock and enjoying every bit of it!
Leaning back in the chair, Arnie closed his eyes and moaned softly through his clenched teeth. His hand was cupped against the back of her head, his fingers stroking her strawberry-blonde hair. His breath was coming in short, rasping pants.
Christ Almighty, he thought, this one really knows how to suck cock!
Candy Lyon shifted her weight, feeling the soft carpet against her knees. She cooed in pleasure at the huge size of his throbbing prick shaft. The pretty teenager had seen quite a few cocks, especially in the last few months, but this cock was wonderfully thick and long and deliciously tasty.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she cooed, her mouth stuffed full of rock-hard, bloated cock meat.
Arnie grunted and squirmed around in his chair as her long, agile fingers toyed with his swollen balls. His mind was spinning with fuck-lust as Candy slurped lovingly at his big hard-on like a hungry calf at its mother's teat.
Her warm, talented mouth slid up and down the length of his prick staff. His round, jutting fuckpole was gleaming wetly in the dim light from the nearby floor lamp. Cool air from the partly opened window flowed over Arnie's spit-soaked cock flesh.
"Say, you're really good, ain't ya, kid?" Arnie moaned. "You really know how to eat cock!" Candy didn't bother to answer him. In fact, she had just barely heard what he said. She was too busy feasting on his rigid prick.
Her tits were swollen and itchy with excitement. Her tits pressed against the front of her tight halter top, the pink little nipples sticking straight out against the thin fabric. The smooth, firm muscles in her bare legs flexed as she swayed back and forth from knee to knee. Her tight young ass squirmed and clenched inside her scanty shorts as she rubbed her shapely thighs together. She could feel the taut crotch of her shorts getting wetter and wetter from the creamy cunt juices that were leaking out of her quivering pussy slit. She was torn between the desire to have his prick meat stuffed up her tight little fuck-hole and the need to go on sucking until his jism splashed down her throat.
Arnie squirmed around on the chair seat, his knees hooked over each arm, his thighs spread wide apart. He looked down at the top of Candy's head as it bobbed in and out from his hairy crotch. Candy's long, juicy tongue snaked out and licked the underside of his cock shaft. She could feel his heartbeat through the big vein that ran down the length of his cock rod. He was shivering from head to toe by the time her face nuzzled tightly into his crotch and her tongue began lapping and slurping at his big, cum-filled balls.
He was delighted at her unexpected skillfulness at sucking cock. At first, she hadn't looked old enough to be so talented. But she was more than pretty enough to hit on, so he had started by fondling her luscious tits. The next thing he had known, he was sitting in the chair, and she was on her knees between his legs, doing delightfully wick-ed things to his massive cock staff.
Candy's soft, luscious lips formed a tight O around his fuck-pole, just behind the knobby cockhead, and her tongue flicked and twirled over and around the swollen cock head, feeling it quake and shiver in response. She nibbled on his prick meat lightly with her teeth.
Arnie arched his back and lifted his ass off the chair, his legs and arms quivering and his belly taut with the strain of his effort. He tried to force his prick deeper into her young mouth.
But Candy was in a teasing mood. When he advanced, she pulled back, moving her face out of the way, refusing to take his cock meat any farther into her mouth. Her tongue tip worked deftly over the head of his prick rod, driving him crazy with its light enticing touches. Then, when he was least expecting it, she made her move. Her mouth open-ed and her face suddenly sank into his crotch, sucking the whole length of his fat prick into her mouth.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Arnie sighed in contentment, letting himself settle back comfortably in his chair. He was amazed at the ease with which she had swallowed every inch of his mammoth prick. As young as she looked, this gal had enough cocksucking skill for someone twice her age!
The blow-job seemed to go on forever. Arnie's long, stiff cock continued to glide between Candy's slippery lips, getting thicker all the time, forcing her jaws farther and farther apart. She felt the rock-hard shaft of his cock meat plunging deeper and deeper into her mouth, down her throat, until she began to gasp for air. The entire length of his prick throbbed and shuddered like a volcano about to errupt. Candy sensed that he was within seconds of cumming.
She felt her eyes watering as she strained to take in the width of his prick between her stretched lips. Her tongue never paused in its constant flicking, slurping movements. Her throat muscles rippled and gurgled hungrily at the thought of drinking a bellyful of his hot jism before she went on to sample the size of his cock with her tight little pussy. She had most of the rest of the night free, and she felt sure that Arnie had enough cock to last at least that long.
Candy still couldn't believe her own good luck. It had been just over a month ago that she had wandered into the local Moonlight Pizza store and had stumbled onto the night cook fucking one of the delivery girls in the back room. She would certainly never forget that day!
Candy had never been a shy girl, and her youthful prettiness had made her popular with all the boys at school. She had been living with her unmarried, old-maid aunt ever since her parents had died in a plane crash, and she had grown up free to do pretty much whatever she wanted. She had always had all the dates she wanted, and had lost her cherry when she was younger. Since then, she'd been fucking and sucking like crazy, thrilled out of her mind at the wonderful sensations produced by having a big, stiff cock stuffed up her pussy or down her throat.
She stopped in at the neighborhood Moonlight shop that day to get a pizza to take home, only to find the small place empty and seemingly deserted, although the window shades were up and the front door was unlocked. She was standing in front of the counter, wondering where everybody was, when she heard a high-pitched, girlish giggle coming from the half-open doorway leading toward the kitchen at the back of the shop. Next came a loud squeal of merry delight, and Candy smiled to herself, knowing from those sounds that some girl was getting fucked. She tiptoed up to the door and peeked cautiously inside.
Candy almost spoiled everything with a barely suppressed cry of astonishment.
The girl was no longer squealing or giggling. Instead, she was moaning and whimpering in pleasure. She was draped over the edge of the stainless-steel table in the center of the kitchen, her lush, meaty tits crushed against the smooth metal, her feet planted wide apart, her plump, shapely ass cheeks thrusting back at the man standing behind her.
She was one of the delivery girls. Her halter-and-shorts uniform was lying on the floor between her feet, next to the roller skates used by the girls when making their deliveries.
Standing behind the girl, his knees slightly bent, was the tall, well-muscled cook she'd seen many times before. His white pants were down around his ankles and his chef's hat was lying on the table. His only covering was the skin-tight T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and chest. He was busy fucking his long, thick cock into the girl's glistening pussy slit from behind.
With a wet, squishy sound, his prick shaft was stroking faster and faster, fucking far up into the delivery girl's pussy.
Candy almost backed away, fearful that one of them would glance up and see her spying on them. But then the enchanting beauty of the sight took hold of her and she decided to stay. She had been fucked many times herself, but she'd never watch-ed two other people doing it, and the sight was just too wonderful to miss. Besides, there really wasn't anything to worry about. Both of them were too ll preoccupied with their own ecstasy to notice anything else around them.
Candy could feel her own horny young pussy start to respond to the fucking scene before her eyes. Her nostrils flared at the aroma of juicy, aroused cunt coming from the delivery girl's wet crotch. Almost without thinking about it, Candy slipped one hand up underneath her short skirt. She pushed her fingers inside the crotchband of her thin panties and started stroking the damp, swollen lips of her cunt mouth. She stood in the doorway, her legs spread, her fingertip brushing against the vibrating stub of her pink clit, watching as the cook brutally fucked the pretty, teenaged delivery girl.
His hairy crotch made a fleshy slapping sound as it pounded against her solidly rounded ass. He drove his prick staff up her cunt with long, powerful fuck-thrusts. The girl was mewling softly at every long, relentless cock-stroke, squirming her ass cheeks and fucking his massive prick rod. Candy could see the cook's big, hairy balls as they swung to and fro in rhythm with his fuck-lunges.
The hot-assed delivery girl's shapely body shook and trembled violently. She gave a number of short, throaty grunts and pushed herself up onto her elbows, bracing herself against the smooth steel tabletop. Candy could see her tits now. They were big and solid-looking, with bright red tips. They hung down tautly from her chest, the stiff little nipples brushing against the table.
The cook clutched at her hips with both hands, pulling them back to meet each of his strong fuck-thrusts into her greasy pussy hole. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and upper lip. His flat, sinewy ass flexed and clenched as he pumped at a fast, steady tempo into her sucking cunt.
Candy poked one long finger straight up into her own gooey little pussy as she watched. She hung onto the doorjamb with her free hand to support herself. Her knees were suddenly as weak as jelly.
The cute young delivery girl started moaning louder, adding a series of wanton-sounding gurgles from deep in her throat. Candy could tell she was about to cum. She had made similar, sounds, herself, often enough.
The cook was speeding up the pace of his driving, skewering prick meat, his legs trembling with the effort of fucking his cock deep into her pussy slot.
Candy watched, fascinated, as he started cumming. She saw his rich, creamy jism oozing out of the teenager's tight cunt hole and trickling down the insides of her thighs. She saw the cook withdraw his prick all the way out of the girl's cunt, plunge it back in. His thick cum overflowed and dripped down onto the floor in long, stringy wads. Then the cook slumped wearily forward, crushing the girl against the smooth tabletop, his hips still bucking feebly into her out-thrust ass cheeks.
Just then, the phone in the front of the shop began to ring. Probably someone calling in a takeout order, Candy thought. She pulled her juicy finger out of her pussy gash and hurriedly left the shop.
Candy thought of that scene several times in the next few days, but otherwise it hadn't really affected her too much. She saw the delivery girl once, flying gracefully down the street on skates, the square, flat pizza box balanced on the palm of her hand.
It wasn't until she was passing by the shop and noticed a large, hand-made sign in the window that her life really changed. It was a help-wanted sign for a girl to deliver pizza afternoons and evenings.
That got her to wondering if one of the delivery girl's duties was to fuck with the cook. If so, it might be just her kind of job!
Mr. Lawford, the manager, turned out to be a tall, dark-haired man in his mid-thirties. She answered his questions quickly and truthfully. Yes, she knew how to roller-skate. Yes, she knew the neighborhood and wasn't likely to get lost on a delivery. No, her parents were both dead, but she was sure her aunt wouldn't mind if she had to work evenings, or even nights.
It was almost a routine job interview until the point when Candy knelt in front of him and pulled his pants and shorts down over his hairy legs. She sucked the dangling length of Mr. Lawford's cock into her mouth and it began to swell up and stiffen almost at once.
There was a beat-up old sofa against one wall of the tiny office, and by the time his prick shaft was full and throbbingly ready, Candy had crawled backward on her knees to the sofa, bringing her thoroughly turned-on employer with her. She stretched out on the sofa, pulling him down on top of her in a sixty-nine position.
Mr. Lawford was the first real adult Candy had ever fucked with. Before, it had always been other high-school kids, boys really. But this was a real man. The boys she had dated all seemed to be repulsed by the idea of licking pussy.
But this man certainly wasn't repulsed by cunt.
He wedged his face tightly between her thighs and began lapping and slurping his eager tongue over her wet little cunt furrow. And Candy was gobbling down his prick meat with the zest of a starving glutton.
Between the time she sucked him off and swallowed his gushing jism and the time he fucked deeply into her tight young pussy, Candy got the job and became the newest delivery girl for the Moonlight Pizza.
And now, while she thought about how she got the job, her first delivery was gasping for breath as he spewed a jet of thick, hot cum into her mouth, while her greedy lips milked his huge hard-on.
Arnie's cum blasted across her tongue and poured down her throat, coating the roof of her mouth and dribbling from the corners of her lips. She swallowed cum frantically, trying to keep up with the vast quantity of delicious jism he was spurting into her mouth. It was the tastiest cum ever!
Finally, Arnie slumped back in the chair, his stiff prick meat beginning to shrivel. Candy licked up the slimy remnants of his jism, mixed with her own spit, finishing off with a long, loving kiss planted on the knobby cock head. Then she sat back on her heels, smiling up at him and smacking her lips.
"That was beautiful," Arnie sighed. "You're good, kid, real good!"
Candy smirked at him. "You know your pizza's gettin' cold?"
He glanced over at the pizza box on the table. "Fuck that!"
Candy giggled. "Well, okay by me. But if you want to fuck something, I've got a better idea!"
She reached behind her back and began undoing the fasteners of her halter top.