Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  It didn’t feel like it took hardly any time before I was trembling, my body needing release so bad, and then I screamed, my mouth filled with more male flesh and stifling the sound. The man fucking my mouth groaned as my tongue and throat vibrated around him as I came so hard, gushing hot, sticky wetness all over the bed and the man fucking me.

  It was so intense, but the tight clenching of my pussy during my climax was enough to bring another man to orgasm, the third load of the evening — and my life — blowing into me as Raynor rubbed at my clit and coaxed me into a convulsing, spasming aftermath.

  They all switched again, and there was another, fresh cock at my entrance.

  “Damn, she’s a mess down here… but fuck,” he groaned as he sank into me. “So good,” he said with a sigh of relief, wasting no time before he immediately began to buck and thrust into me.

  Beside me I felt the bed shift, and it must’ve been a huge bed, because I could hear Becky beside me, getting fucked herself by the sound of it, moaning as the bed groaned beneath her body.

  Then Raynor’s voice rumbled in my ear as my hands were filled with cock.

  “There’s a few other guys here who’d love to take a dip in your sweet little snatch. What do you say, huh?” he asked as that eager man pumped into me harder and harder, building towards a fast climax, even as Raynor continued to tease my clit.

  And those words more than anything sent me over the edge of oblivion again, unable to cry out with the cock still thrusting into my mouth and throat, but I knew that with how hard and often I was cumming, that Raynor knew the answer to his question.

  I wanted them all. A little bit of competitiveness flared up in me, knowing my mom had become a legend because of how many guys she’d let fuck her that first night, and I wanted to do our family name proud. I wanted to take as many cocks as I could.

  Being a legend’s not all it’s cracked up to be, I found out.

  Oh, I beat my mom’s record. Absolutely crushed it, in fact! Fifteen men in one night, fifteen loads in my pussy. Well, sixteen actually, because before the night was out Raynor came back for seconds.

  Though after that night I was feelin’ sore for days and days. It was a good long week before I felt up to fucking again, even though Raynor asked me out on a date. A date type date, the real thing! But hey, he was willing to wait.

  Though he wasn’t the only one wanting a crack at Phi Zeta House’s new legend, and the parties kept me busy each and every time. I couldn’t get a moment to myself! But that’s the price to pay for fame.

  There’s a price to pay for not using protection too, and as I knelt on the bed, feeling Raynor slowly slide his big, long cock deep into my pussy, I could feel that price beneath me: my swollen, round belly.

  “B-be careful,” I said, knowing I didn’t need to say a word of concern for the child that was brewing inside me.

  “Don’t you worry,” he said in a deep, groaning voice, grasping my hips and cradling my belly with each hand as he began to slowly tug back and fuck me nice and gentle. “I’ll take care of Phi Zeta’s hot new MILF.”

  Fertile Freshman for the Team

  Book Themes:

  Barely Legal, Breeding, and Gangbang

  Word Count:

  5,447

  I was so excited. I remember looking in the mirror, pinning back my golden hair from my tanned cheeks, and just looking and feeling so absolutely happy.

  I’d just turned eighteen, and my best friend, Laura, was throwing me the biggest party ever. And I knew she would, because her dad is filthy rich, and their house is huge. Like, mansion huge.

  Laura and I went all through school together, and we stayed home to go to the same college together. It wasn’t super glamorous, but we loved it anyways. But college sucked for the most part, up ‘til my birthday. I wasn’t able to do anything or go anywhere, everyone always treated me like a kid.

  Well, I was going to show them.

  I twirled around in my black dress, letting it linger up over my hips before I pushed it down, smiling gleefully.

  I looked good! Mature! Confident, even. I had a glow to my cheeks, and my blue eyes twinkled with excitement. I couldn’t wait to see what Laura had in store for me.

  “Oh my God, Vicki, you look amazing!” Laura said, and I giggled happily. She rarely ever complimented me and was always super hard to impress, so it meant a lot to hear it. I smoothed out my black dress, the V-neck dipping low enough to show off a hint of my cleavage, a necklace drawing attention to it.

  “You think?” I asked modestly, because Laura was a total fox. She was always getting so much attention, but then, she wanted it too. I had always been the prude in our friendship. Hell, I was still a virgin, and hadn’t even dated since starting College. I always felt out of my league, I guess. I mean, I knew I was pretty, but I wasn’t gorgeous, not like her.

  Laura was wearing this slinky silver dress that barely covered her ass and had rhinestones along the low cut top, and her ears sparkled with diamonds. She managed to look slutty and elegant all at once.

  “Seriously, you’re a babe. Now c'mon, we gotta get some drinks in you before the real fun starts,” she teased, her finger poking my arm. “And you promised you’d take ‘E’ with me tonight too, don’t think I forgot.”

  Oh God, she’d remembered that promise I made to her back at her birthday party five months ago? I was just trying to buy time, not promise anything.

  But breaking a promise with Laura was social suicide, so I nodded. “Yea, Laura. I remember, don’t worry about it.”

  She smiled brightly, as if she’d been expecting me to change my mind.

  “Good,” was all she said, patting my ass and guiding me to the kitchen. “Now, everyone’s supposed to show in half-hour, so that’s plenty of time for us to get... loosened up.”

  I had no choice but to follow her, looking at the stack of shots piled into a pyramid, and the wine bottles everywhere on the counter. It was clear to see where she wanted the party to go, even if I wasn’t legally allowed to drink.

  But then when you’re as rich as Laura and her family, you don’t need to be concerned about the law. You did whatever you liked and people stayed out of your way, or begged at your heels, more likely.

  Servants hired for the party scurried around, dressed in crisp professional-casual outfits. The women in black skirts, white blouses and high heels, while the men wore substantially sexier attire. Tight tops that clung to their muscled physiques, leaving their arms bare to show off their bulging biceps, and pants that were tight enough to get an appreciation for their packages.

  “Whoa Laura, you’ve certainly gone all out,” I said, eyes wide as I couldn’t help but stare at one particularly handsome hunk move on by in a rush, carting a crate over his shoulder that had to weigh as much as me, and doing it with such abundant ease.

  “Psshaw,” Laura said, batting her hand in the air at me. “What’s a birthday party worth if you don’t go all out?”

  I wanted to say it was all about friends and family, but that was a lie that even I could see through. What was the point of having a loaded best friend if you didn’t get some perks?

  I gave her a hug, my large breasts pressed into hers, my face buried in her beautiful hair. “This is just perfect, Laura. I love it,” I said with a sigh, and she pushed me away with a laugh.

  “The party hasn’t even started,” she said with a roll of her eyes before handing me a bottled water and a small pill. “Now take this, and drink all the water,” she said before taking her own pill and bottle of water, downing it quickly.

  I, on the other hand, wasn’t quite so enthusiastic. I stared at the pill in my hand a while, not sure of what to do. Though ultimately, I knew I had to. She’d never let me live it down breaking my word to her after all she’d done.

  So down the hatch it went, and I chugged that water exactly as she’d ordered, hoping to dilute the pill somewhat.

  “Oh lord, Laura,” I gasped, already fretting a little over
the drug use. “I hope you’re right about these pills…”

  “Ever the worrier,” she said with another roll of her eyes at me. “Just relax. I do this all the time and it’s great. You’ll be feeling better than ever in no time,” she said with a bright, happy smile. “Now, I think it’s about time for you to open your gift from me.”

  Laura moved towards one of the cabinets, opening it up and pulling out a small, rectangular box wrapped with a golden bow. “Here. This is just the first one,” she said with a smile.

  I took it, my brows furrowed. “Oh Laura, you didn’t have to get me anything,” I said with a small gasp. “You’ve already done so much with the party.”

  Laura rolled her eyes again, though, and I knew I just had to suck it up and open it.

  Though when I did, it certainly wasn’t what I expected.

  Inside, neatly arranged, were five leather cuffs, affixed with steel D-rings. Beneath that was a bra with the cups missing so it was just straps and underwire, a black thong with the crotch cut out, and a skirt that looked more like a belt.

  I looked up at her, my jaw dropped.

  “Do you love it?” she asked, as if there was only one answer to that, but I barely even knew what the stuff was!

  She must’ve seen it in my face, because her brows furrowed.

  “Oh don’t tell me you and Ron never played dress up,” she said with a sigh.

  Ron and I had dated, but we never got that far. Though I might’ve led her to believe otherwise. She’d lost her virginity years ago, but I still hadn’t had sex with anyone. I didn’t want her to think that I was so... childish.

  I swallowed, and she marched over to me, taking the box from my hands. “Well, I heard Ron was into all this kinky shit, so I figured you must’ve been too. Though maybe that’s why you broke up. I could just take it back.”

  “No, don’t!” I said, and I sounded way more adamant than I felt. “It’s fine! I’m just surprised is all,” I added on, grabbing the box back.

  “Good,” she replied, nodding to the spiral staircase off to the side of the kitchen. “Then go upstairs and get changed. They’ll be here soon.”

  I was stunned. I didn’t know what to make of that, and she said it like it was just the easiest thing in the world, with such a commanding tone, and I didn’t know how to disobey. I was struck suddenly submissive and meek, and a tremor went through my spine.

  I was cursed with an inability to say no to Laura, something about her beauty and natural authority, she was top dog of any situation. Perhaps there was something more to it too, but whatever it was, I just knew I had to meekly obey.

  I dallied upstairs, unable to believe what I’d gotten myself into. Looking in the mirror, I saw a whole different woman. Not myself, but some vixen who was far more confident and sexually experienced than I could even pretend to be. The outfit left little to the imagination, and I was left dumbfounded that I was expected to wear this thing down.

  My nipples were stiff and showing through, I worried that you might even be able to see them through the white blouse I put on over top of it, but then my time ran out. For two reasons: one Laura wrenched open the door, the other was because I could feel the ecstasy kicking in, and suddenly… everything felt a little less stressful and severe.

  Even the feeling of the silk blouse rubbing over my nipples felt like absolute heaven, the sensation making me flutter my lashes a little as I just tried to take it all in. To relax into the strange, new high.

  I felt like everything was moving a little slow, including myself, and I nervously smiled at Laura, smoothing down the black skirt I’d borrowed. I almost looked like one of the servers myself, I mused inwardly.

  Well, other than the leather collar around my throat and the cuffs around my ankles and wrists.

  “Do I look okay?” I asked.

  She marched on into the room, stalked around me, studying me like some sort of reality show TV judge, and tugged at the skirt and top. “I think you’d do better without the extra skirt, I mean… this is a party darling,” she said in that hoity toity way of hers that so rarely came out, except when she was stressing that I screwed up. “But it’ll do for a start,” she said with a sudden smile springing back to her face as she hooped our arms together and tugged me towards the door.

  “Your party awaits,” she said.

  The extra skirt? I thought, confused for a moment. The thing she’d given me didn’t even come close to covering my butt, and it was open in the front!

  But still, the sensation of the material was... exquisite, and I knew better than to argue with Laura’s expert eye.

  “So who’d you invite?” I asked, my words coming out slow and drawling.

  “Nick, Ben, Robert, Daniel...” she said, her eyes towards the ceiling as if trying to recall. Though honestly, I was surprised by who she’d chosen. They weren’t guys that we usually hung around. I mean, I knew of them because they all tended to have a reputation of throwing the lowest and biggest parties, and the fact that they were all built jocks definitely didn’t hurt.

  I widened my eyes a bit at the realization. At the last football game, Laura’d gotten us great seats right near to the players, and the entire time, she’d been talking about them. About how hot they were, trying to get my opinion. She’d been planning this since then!

  Though once we started climbing down the stairs, I got my first glimpse of the party below. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I saw, that’s for sure.

  There, laid out beneath us as we climbed the spiral staircase, was a sea of hunky men. Some of them were servers, but they stood out because they wore shirts. Even as tight and skimpy as they were, they were still shirts. All the hunky footballers, however? Topless. To the last.

  “Surprise!” Laura said, as I stared, jaw hanging low, no words of my own for the situation as I watched the guys joke around as if it were a locker room, pounding shots, drinking at the same time.

  “They’re topless,” I muttered in disbelief.

  “It’s a theme party!” Laura said. “Topless hunks only. All for you, babe,” she said with a cheeky grin.

  And true enough, I saw not a single other girl at my party who wasn’t a server.

  I really, honestly, didn’t know what to say.

  I took in a deep breath, and even the air tasted different. And I knew I should be feeling... upset? Confused?

  But it was like a distant feeling like you were supposed to feel a different way but just didn’t. It was a strange sense of detachment from the normal reactions I’d have that my body kind of sought out, but couldn’t quite find.

  Instead, my nostrils flared as I caught the scent of booze and masculinity in the air.

  “I can’t believe it,” I whispered.

  “I know, right?” Laura said excitedly to me as she guided me down to the main floor, adding on a few whispered words in my ear. “My pussy’s wet just thinking of what all these studs can do,” she purred as the guys all looked towards us, their hungry lusts so obvious.

  Each of the ripped, topless guys had a drink in hand and their eyes glued upon the two of us, as if they could smell our scent in the air, just like I could theirs. They grinned and stared, transfixed upon us as we moved through them towards a server that offered us up two drinks.

  “They were all tested too,” Laura said to me as she clinked our glasses together. “So no rubbers, no worries,” she said with a grin.

  I was breathing fast, I could tell that much, and excitement rose within me, especially as I felt Laura’s other hand trail down my spine, a tingle growing in the pit of my stomach. It was amazing what that little bit of touch did to me.

  “They’re gorgeous,” I said before I followed her lead, drinking back my wine. Even that tasted so much more intense and flavourful, and I craved more of everything. Of the wine. Of Laura. Of those beefy studs.

  But... sex?

  I hadn’t figured my birthday party would turn into an orgy, and I couldn’t tell
her now that I was a virgin. Not after she did so much to set this up. She obviously must have told them...

  Told them what? Oh lord… the things she must’ve said to them! I’d be infamous after tonight. Oh hell, I’d be infamous no matter how it went! I mean, even if I turned them all down tonight, they all were led to believe I was a huge slut. And nothing makes a guy’s gums flap like being spurned. They’d probably ruin my reputation all the harder for not sleeping with them.

  I felt a shiver from the base of my spine on up, and I knew immediately that I had no choice. And that filled me with a sense of relief. And excitement.

  “Who should you start with, huh?” Laura asked me giddily, pressing up against my side, seeming more excited for what was to happen than the birthday girl herself.

  “Laura, I have to talk to you,” I murmured.

  “Don’t be silly. What’s there to talk about?”

  “In private,” I added on, and she shook her head.

  “No way you’re going to be shy now, Vicki. They’re all here for your party, you don’t want to disappoint,” she said as her fingers went to my blouse, undoing the top button. The silk rubbed against my nipples, and I sucked in an excited breath.

  “No, listen, you don’t understand, Laura. I’ve never done it before,” I whispered urgently, that excitement growing in my stomach as I glanced out at the half-dozen gorgeous, topless men. “I’m a virgin,” I tacked on, to hammer home the point.

  That surprised her, I could tell, but then her smile twisted wickedly, and she leaned in, her hand trapped between our breasts. “You won’t be soon,” she promised.

  The wine and the ecstasy were mingling together and making me have a hard time to muster up a defense. Instead I merely watched as Laura undid my top, showed my bare breasts to the guys around us, my nipples stiffening to such diamond peaks as I flushed, knowing they were all watching with lusty eyes.