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Candy
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

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A vignette about a man in trouble sells his pretty 
daughter to a friend. (Mf)

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Old Silas came puffing into the station that morning 
looking worried. His antique pick-up with piled full 
of his junk and a few pieces of furniture. He trotted 
into the office with a pretty girl by the wrist and 
sat her down. "Bill, my buddy, what'll y'give me for 
her? I got to get out a'town."

"What's wrong?" I asked, admiring the youngster on the 
chair in her tight t-shirt and grimy Levis. She was 
barefoot and her hair a tangled mess. She did not look 
happy.

"Them spics caught me selling meth in their territory; 
gonna cut me up for dog meat."

"Where's your woman and the kids?"

"She run, took 'em with her; didn't want this one on 
account she sassed her all the time."

The girl looked at me and licked her lips. My cock 
tingled.

"How old's she?"

"Damn if I know. Gimme a hundred for her. I got to 
run." He really looked worried and kept glancing at 
the road. His truck was quivering, idling. "Might get 
back later, buy 'er back."

I dug a few twenties out of the till, handed them to 
him and wished him luck. He ran.

"What's your name?" I asked the girl who seemed to be 
sucking her thumb.

"Go to hell," she said quietly. "Go fuck yourself, 
y'old turdface."

"If I'm going to feed you, you're going to work. When 
somebody comes in and starts pumping gas, you go out 
and squeegee off their front and back windows. 
Understand?"

She nodded.

"You know how to check the oil?"

She shook her head.

"I'll teach you, but not today. Boy that's supposed to 
help out ain't here yet."

The bell dinged and I said, "Git!"

I sat and watched while she did her job and the man 
pumping gas watched her young ass in motion. The kid 
didn't have much in the boob department, but she had a 
good body and long legs, and, damn it, under her dirt 
and messy hair, she was right pretty. I knew her 
mother, a good-looking woman.

When the lazy kid that worked for me after school 
finally got to work, he gawked at the girl, looked at 
me, scratched his groin and found his broom. I locked 
up the money and hustled down to the sporting goods 
store and bought one of those red Baywatch swim suits, 
a small, and then got a short, tartan skirt at the Gap 
and trotted back to work. The station was still there 
and the girl was fighting him off with my change 
maker, scattering coins all over the tarmac. I fired 
the boy, paid him off and handed the girl the bathing 
suit and the skirt. "See if that fits you. Clothes 
you're wearing are filthy."

She looked up at me and made a face, got the bathroom 
key and disappeared.

She was gone a good while but when she came back she 
had washed her curly hair with that liquid soap and 
poured her lean body into the stretchy bathing suit. I 
was surprised that her nipples were so big and 
prominent. The red plaid skirt came down to about mid-
thigh. She looked good even though her knockers were 
only maybe baseball-sized. They were big enough to 
eat, that was for sure, apples waiting to be chewed.

"Forgot you needed shoes," I said.

She sniffed. "Give me some money. I'll fetch them."

"You won't run off?"

"Dressed like this? Ha!"

I gave her a twenty and she asked for two.

Nine o'clock we closed up as traffic got down to 
almost zero. She plunked herself in my Corvette, said, 
"Nice car" and did the seat belt.

"You hungry?" I asked her.

"Yep. Ain't et today hardly."

"You speak English now and then?"

She didn't answer. I drove to a decent place, and she 
said she didn't want to go in dressed the way she was 
so I gave her my leather jacket and we found a table, 
got menus and ordered just like ordinary people except 
that she was showing about a yard of bare leg. I saw 
people, mostly men, looking.

She ate fast, gobbling down the food and asking for 
more. I gave her some from my plate, and she was 
working on her second bowl of ice cream before I 
finished my steak.

I drank some coffee and she got a third ice cream 
sundae, grinning at me.

So I took her home. My son, who was going to summer 
school so he could graduate in three years, was 
watching TV. I introduced my boy and the girl said, 
"I'm Candy."

"Whew," he said. "I think you are. Can I take a bite?'

She laughed as he pulled her down on the sofa beside 
him. I got myself a beer and sat and watched TV while 
they got to know each other some. It was interesting 
to watch. 

My son was very good with girls, something I never 
was; he had his arm around her shoulders most of the 
time, sometimes a hand on her thigh and hers on his, 
nuzzling. At eleven, they stood when the news came on 
and he said, "Good night, Pa. I'll show Candy where to 
sleep. She's says she's tired."

I nodded and he grinned.

Half hour later, I turned off the lights and mounted 
the stairs. Before I got to the top step, I could hear 
them. He was grunting and she was gasping and the bed 
was creaking.

I went to bed and was almost asleep when she slipped 
in behind me. "He's nice," she said, putting a hand on 
my shoulder.

"Um," I said, turning to face her. "You have fun?"

"Uh huh. You want a piece?"

"Go to sleep. We get up at six; station opens at 
seven."

"You gonna do me in the morning?"

"Wasn't he good enough?" I turned to face her and we 
were nose to nose. She was naked, and her skin was 
soft and warm. She grasped my swelling horn.

"You're a lot bigger; bigger'n daddy even." She 
stroked it, played with the head and tickled my balls.

"You want to be on top?"

"Sure. You'd mash me flat."

I rolled to my back, held my big cock at its throbbing 
base, and she swung a leg across and impaled herself, 
whimpering as she slid down the rigid thing with her 
knockers in my hands. When it was in, she sniffed and 
shook her head from side to side.

I sucked in air when her young pussy rippled on my fat 
ram.

She leaned forward, and I grasped her butt as she 
began moving on my rod and giving me her tits to suck, 
grinding her belly into mine. She was good, but I was 
tired so pretty soon I rolled us over, got up on my 
elbows and pumped her full of my jism, pulled my big 
cock out with a squishy pop and turned my back, 
ignoring her whimpering.

I awoke with the girl licking my aching prick.

Yep, Candy was gonna fit in just fine.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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