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CHAPTER TWO

Morgan Smith drove blindly through the snowstorm, amazed that he hadn't already slid off the road or plowed into another car. The night looked blinding white through the windshield, with the snow coming down so heavy that the wipers could hardly keep the windshield clear. If he ever got these last two girls, and he and his daughter, delivered home safely, it would be a miracle. A voice on the hissing, buzzing car radio repeatedly warned people to stay home and off the roads.

The girls he hadn't yet delivered home – one left in the back seat, and his daughter and the other one in the front – were tensely quiet. They no longer squealed and shrieked and gigged as they'd done when they'd first climbed into the car. Now they stared ahead into the snowy darkness, holding their breaths as the car weaved down the road. Seated in the middle of the front seat next to Morgan, Candace Wilson pressed up close to him as if for comfort. And Morgan, despite his nervousness, was just about shooting off in his pants.

Christ! Morgan thought, swallowing. He'd run off the road for sure now. The ice and snow and darkness were bad enough, but with Candace all but sitting in his lap, he couldn't concentrate on his driving. And it wasn't just Candace that was interfering with his concentration – the smell in the car was enough to send any man to Lotus Land. All those teenaged girls crowded together inside one car gave off a combined female scent that could short-circuit a man's brain cells and put him in the asylum for life. With each breath he took, his mind swam and his cock pulsed.

"I'm so glad you're driving, Mr. Smith," said Candace, pushing up even closer to Morgan. "I feel so secure with you behind the wheel." Her hand dropped on his thigh and squeezed.

Morgan laughed nervously and turned up the radio, hoping to drown out the sound of his slamming heart, which he was sure all three girls could hear. His cock was throbbing to be freed from his pants. His underwear were getting wet with cock-lube.

As they passed within a block of Morgan's house, Susanne, who was sitting next to Candace in the front seat, asked to be let out.

"Are you sure?" Morgan said. "It'll only be a little while before we get Candace and Rosemary home, and then in a few minutes we'll be home, ourselves."

"Don't worry, Daddy," Susanne said. "I can make it a block on foot. I'll have some hot chocolate ready for you when you get home."

"All right," Morgan said. "Don't get frostbite."

Snow blew into the car as Susanne climbed out the door. As Morgan eased the car ahead, Candace remained seated close to him, pressed up against him. He considered reminding her that there was more room in the front seat now and that she could slide over, but he knew that would sound strange. As Candace pressed closer to him, her hand continuing to rub his thigh and edging closer and closer to his cock, he thought he must be dreaming.

She's making a pass at me, for Christsake! he thought. Is it for real, or is she just playing games, seeing how far she can push me before I lose my mind?

He pressed on the accelerator, spinning the tires and making the car fishtail. In the back seat, Rosemary gasped.

Five minutes later Rosemary was climbing out of the car in front of her house. Only Candace remained to be delivered home.

"We're alone, finally," Candace said as Morgan pulled the car away from Rosemary's house. "Aren't you glad?"

"What's your address again?" Morgan said, pretending not to have heard the question.

Candace told him. "But there's no need to hurry, Mr. Smith." She began easing her fingers down in his pants.

"Candace…"

"Candy," said the girl. "I like to be called Candy. I'll bet you like Candy better too, don't you?"

"I like it fine, but…"

She shoved her hand deep in his pants and wrapped her fingers around his rigid cock. "Ohhh, it's a big one! I just knew you had a big one!"

"Candy! Oh. Jesus!"

Morgan pulled the car over before he lost control of it. He set the parking brake and sat there shaking as the blonde teenager massaged his cock.

"I love it!" purred the prima ballerina. "It's so hot and hard and wet!"

Morgan couldn't control himself another second. He wrapped his arms around the purring little slut and cruched his mouth to hers. She groaned, sucking his tongue, moving her soft hand up and down his hard cock and working his foreskin up and down.

They kissed until they were breathless, Candy's hot tongue flicking in Morgan's mouth, Candy's honey-sweet spit sliding down his throat. Morgan pushed his hand down into her jeans and onto her silky, sizzling-hot young pussy. He worked his finger between her cuntlips. He pushed the finger inside her and probed the wet, fluffy crevices of her, hot fuck-hole. He was dangerously close to shooting off in his pants.

Candy broke their kiss. She was flushed and panting. "I'm so hot, Mr. Smith! Will you fuck me?"

"Jesus Christ!" Morgan muttered. "Here?"

"It'll be easy," Candy said. "I'll ride it. All you've gotta do is sit there."

If it hadn't been night, with a blizzard going on, Morgan might have hesitated to fuck Candy in the front seat of his car, only a few blocks from her house. But under the circumstances, with the streets deserted, who would catch them? He couldn't resist.

"Okay," he said.

As he moved to the middle of the front seat and shoved his pants down to his knees, Candy kicked off her shoes and peeled off her jeans and panties. Before Morgan could stop her, she threw off the rest of her clothes – her ski jacket, her blouse, and her bra. Stark naked, her silky body throwing off heat like an oven, she straddled Morgan's lap and shoved her big tits in his face.

"Feel me all over!" she panted. "Feel me up!" She squirmed against Morgan, the pussy cream running down her legs, her tits flapping in his face.

She was almost too hot to handle. He'd fantasized about girls acting this way, but now that he actually had one on his lap, squirming like she'd jump out of her skin, he didn't know what to do with her first. He wished he were naked too, so he could feel her voluptuous young body against his bare flesh. He rubbed his hands over every inch of her body that he could reach. He began licking and sucking her tits. His cock throbbed against her belly, and his fuck-lube poured out.

"I wanna be fucked!" Candy moaned. "Now! Right now! Before I go nuts!"

She grabbed Morgan's cock, guided it into position between her thighs, and sank her cunt down on it. His prick disappeared inside her to the hilt.

"Oh, Mr. Smith! Mmmmm!"

Morgan saw stars. His cock had never felt so good. His thick club of fuck-meat was completely inside the girl's hot young body. He crushed her in his arms, growling as he churned his cock inside her cunt.

"Ohhhh, it feels so good against my clit!" Candy moaned. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to slide up and down, fucking him.

Morgan's fingers encircled her slender waist. He twisted her body this way and that as she fucked up and down on his cock and rubbed her silky hot tits in his face. He started licking and biting and sucking her nipples. Her cunt contracted rhythmically around his cock, and her pussy-juices drenched his balls.

"Listen to your big cock squish inside me!" Candy panted. "That sound turns me on! Mmmm, I love to fuck a big hard cock!"

"I love to fuck a hot young pussy," Morgan moaned. "I love to fuck you!"

Candy squealed. "Oh, Mr. Smith, make me come! Make me come quick! I can't stand it!"

Neither could Morgan. "Can I come inside you, baby?"

"Of course!" Candy said. "That's how I want it! Shoot your jizz inside me!"

Morgan growled, ramming his cock up Candy's sizzling cunt as she bounced, grinding her cunt down on bone-hard prick. Her pussy was as tight as a fist. Her tits flapped in his face. Her cunt-juices drenched his balls and got the car seat slick under his ass. The car rocked.

Candy's eyes rolled back. "Oh, Mr. Smith! I feel it! I'm gonna come!"

Morgan felt her body quiver against him, felt her seething young cunt squeeze. Bear-hugging her, he rammed his cock up her fuck-hole with all his strength, trying to make his cockhead come out her mouth. He rammed his cock to her womb as her cunt erupted with spasms. She shrieked, her body jerking, only the whites of her eyes showing. As her pussy sucked his cock, he exploded inside her, fucking his cum-load into her pussy.

"Oh, Candy! Oh, baaaby!" Morgan grunted with each spasm, with each drilling spurt. "Take it, baby! It's yours!"

"Eeeeeh!" Candy squealed. "Ohhhh! Ooooh!"

She writhed in Morgan's arms, screwing her pussy down on his cock again and again. Her toes curled and her nipples, almost split open with hardness. She was a girl in total ecstasy.

Candy giggled as she pulled up off Morgan's cock. "Thanks, Mr. Smith. I really needed that. I get so horny when I'm in a car with a man, especially with a handsome man like you. I hope you will give me a ride again sometime. Now you'd better get me home, before Mom gets worried."

By the time Morgan had pulled up his pants, Candy had dressed completely. Morgan had never seen anybody dress or undress so quickly. Candy must have had lots of experience taking off her clothes and putting them back on.

After dropping Candy off, Morgan drove home in a daze. His cock was still sticky in his pants with her fuck-juice. The car reeked of hot pussy. He didn't think he'd ever wash his cock again. He knew he'd never be able to drive his car again without getting a hard-on. He stared ahead into the snow and darkness, hardly aware of where he was going.