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?"