Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “Hey fellas,” Laura said as she pulled my blouse on back over my shoulders, exposing me fully. “Vicki here can’t decide which of you studs should go first tonight. But I say… the MVP probably earned the right,” she said with such a devious grin, turning her gaze towards Asher, the quarterback.

  He was the biggest guy on the team, broad shouldered, with a body to die for. He had long blonde hair he kept tied back usually, and he was stepping on up towards us with a grin on his face, undoing his belt as he approached.

  “Sounds fair to me, boys,” he said as they let loose some cheers amid the other more disappointed sounds.

  Everything about him screamed stud, his body so absolutely perfect, but all I could think about was the fact that all these guys could see my tits, knew how they looked with only the littlest straps of fabric outlining them.

  And the weirdest thing? Was how much that turned me on.

  I shuddered with excitement as his leather belt fell wide open, that treasure trail of his guiding my eyes down, down, down to that hidden secret.

  I swooned a bit and Laura caught me, holding me upright as she smiled fiendishly at Asher.

  “Once she’s up there, fasten her legs, mmm? She can have her hands unless she disobeys,” Laura commanded and Asher nodded his approval.

  “Up where?” I asked a bit dumbfounded as Laura tugged off my blouse and very sneakily undid my outer skirt, letting it slip away to show the whole room my bare ass cheeks, and a glimpse of my scandalously semi-clad cunny.

  My hopes that they meant the bedrooms upstairs were dashed pretty quickly though, as Asher — then bereft of pants and his boxers was now sporting a very thick, very nude erection right before me — guided me to a rather lovely round bed at the center of the party, elevated above everything so people could see. Something I’d dismissed earlier as a simple frivolous display. Maybe a place Laura would have me sit and open my gifts.

  Instead, it was where Asher lifted me up and took me to, laying me down on the edge as he leaned in and kissed my neck in such a lascivious manner.

  I was putty to his hands, the drugs making everything feel so much better. So much more intense. I moaned before I could stop myself, my body arching and rolling against his in a lewd manner I’d never thought myself capable of.

  Especially not in front of so many people. But they were quickly forgotten as the pleasure started growing higher and higher within me.

  The fact that the hunks of the football team were all standing around watching as their quarterback splayed my legs open, and touched his hand to my surprisingly glistening slit was only a delightful encouragement. He touched me so expertly, teasing me as he grinned.

  “Damn, no need to get this pussy ready,” he said in his deep, husky voice, letting his index finger part my petals and dip slowly inside as his eyes widened and nostrils flared with excitement. He was hungry for me.

  His touch was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was like an electric shock going through me, making every bit of my flesh stand on end. I was so receptive to his every brush or fondle, my nipples so stiff they ached, my pussy soaking wet and wanting more. Wanting to be filled.

  But then he denied me, his strong, rough hands roaming down my bare thigh, to my ankle just above my high heel. He tugged my leg open, crassly, and then reached for a metal hook, pushing the D-ring through it.

  I tried to close my other leg, to keep some dignity, but he was too fast, reaching for it and then stretching it out. I was almost spread-eagle by the time he found the clasp, and he reached out, fastening me in place.

  Even if I wanted to unfasten myself, my legs were so long that it would’ve been a struggle at the position I was in.

  And then he stood up, giving everyone in the room a complete view of my spread, slick pussy with only the outline of the black panties around that shaved mound.

  The guys hooped and hollered at that sight of me so lewdly displayed, and Asher grinned in triumph as he let them all get a good view. Though excitement was clearly rising, as I watched one of the guys put his arms around Laura, squeeze her breast and start kissing her neck. And she just let it happened. In fact, she grabbed his ass and continued to stare up at me with a grin of her own.

  Asher though, he got down between my legs, leaned in and took a deep inhale of my cunny scent.

  “Mmm,” he moaned aloud, “smells damn tasty boys.” He sank his thumbs into my inner thighs and leaned in, lashing his tongue along my slit and tasting me as everyone watched, taking such joy in savouring my carnal flavour it seemed.

  I let out a garbled coo, the warm, firm sensation of his tongue nearly sending me to orgasm right then and there. It took so little, but my body was wound so tight. I’d never even had sex, and now I was spread and presented like a dinner piece, with one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever seen eating my pussy.

  My back arched and I tried to sit up, but a hard hand pushed me back to the bed, and Asher pinched my nipple — hard — as if in punishment.

  He kept me there, pinned beneath his strong arm for as long as he liked, brooking no dissent from me as he ate my pussy for all to see. My world was a pleasured blur as I lay there, panting and squealing, but he never relented. Not until he had his fill.

  Being first to get a crack at me, he relished in his opportunity, until at last, with me on the cusp of another orgasm, he rose up, licked around his lips and leaned over me, his dick in hand as he teased my slit and on up to my clit. He grinned at me, maintaining eye contact as he sank on in, slowly gliding into my warm, wet, virginal pussy, with nary a sliver of protection between us.

  I should’ve been more concerned, more cautious, but I couldn’t help it. All there was in my world was sensual pleasure. It all felt and smelled so erotic, so beautiful. The touch of his skin against mine, the dark twinkle of joy in his eyes as he unknowingly took my virginity.

  As he made me his.

  And oh, I wanted to be his. Though we had an audience, I wanted nothing more than for him to rob me of that last sliver of innocence.

  I was a virgin, I wasn’t on the pill, or anything, and that should’ve alarmed me, but feeling Asher’s big, thick dick split my pussy open and sink to my utmost depths… I could only moan and revel in it. Savour the sweet feeling of that veiny dick filling me so completely, replacing that void as he began to pump his hips and fuck me.

  The crowd hooped and hollered as Asher’s balls slapped against my ass, his grunting and groaning rising up as he was the first man to take me. His crass words ringing out loudly, “Ohh fuck fellas, she’s the tightest slut I’ve ever been in.” And that only got more cheers, and those words didn’t sound insincere at all.

  I wondered if he knew, but I didn’t think he did. It was my little secret, and because of it, I was able to relax a bit more. If he thought I was a slut, it was better, wasn’t it?

  My legs ached a little, spread open so wide as they were, and my hands went to my breasts, touching them. The skin was so receptive, and my nipples stiffened to hard little pebbles as my thumbs ran over them.

  Asher grew harder, faster, building up his tempo as the team all watched. The team and Laura, whose own tits were now half-out, one nude breast grasped by a man that was kissing on her neck, as the other took her lips.

  Though that couldn’t distract me from the bliss my body was feeling, Asher pounding me to another intense high as his thumb reached in, tweaked my clit so that I shook with another earth shattering climax as he blew his thick, virile load deep inside me with a loud lion’s roar of pleasure. My first load of cum.

  I knew it wasn’t destined to be the last, and maybe that was what caused the orgasm to be so mind blowing. It was beyond anything I could’ve ever even dreamed, and my scream shook the chandelier.

  I ground against him, straining my muscles as I greedily sought more, to feel him deep within my cunny.

  And though I could see the pleased look on his face, he withdrew. His turn was up, and he knew better than to be greedy.
So with a squeeze of my tits, he slipped out, leaving me so empty once more, drooling his seed onto the bed.

  “Next up, boys!” He said as he hopped on down, tagging one of the guys who was on Laura who then climbed up, his dick hard as he stripped himself down, letting his cock stick out. Though Laura wasn’t left unattended, she stroked her hand down Asher’s glistening chest, grasped his still hard cock and began to pump it as the next guy got in place before me.

  It was Nick, the team captain, who slipped his cock into me without any foreplay or fondling. Just moaned loudly as he sank into the wetness of my cunt, heedless of Asher’s squelching seed that was left behind.

  And it was even better that time. Not because Nick was a better lover or anything, but just because I was feeling so much more relaxed and calm. I couldn’t believe what it was doing for my mood, what they were able to make me feel just with that one piece of them that they kept hidden.

  I wanted more. I wanted to feel hands everywhere, and I brought my own fingers down over my stomach, up over my breasts, fantasizing that the rest of the team had joined in and were all touching me at once.

  It was beyond bliss, and I came again, so hard I thought I’d buck and hurt myself, or Nick!

  Nick was so busy enjoying me, he didn’t appreciate what I was doing with myself. He was just hammering his dick into me, moaning. But Asher, he watched as Laura worked his honey-glistening cock up and down, and he called out.

  “Hey, you guys, get up there. She needs more attention,” he said, slapping a couple other fellas on the back. And then in a blink of an eye, they were there. Two of them, one on either side. They shed their pants and began to fondle me, while one of them offered up his dick to my lips, slapping its meaty shaft against my moist pucker.

  It all seemed to happen so fast, as if my eagerness made time speed up, and then when they were there, it slowed down, letting me more fully enjoy them all as they touched and caressed and claimed me. I felt so filthy, so dirty and wrong, like the college slut stereotype, but it felt so good. I didn’t understand why it could be seen as a bad thing.

  My mouth opened and I was filled with the sensation of cock, spreading me open in two holes, turning me into their own little play thing, just as I desired.

  As I sucked that dick and Nick pounded his shaft into me at a frenzied pace, I watched as Asher put his hand in Laura’s hair and guided her down to her knees to suck his dick in turn. It made me moan around the shaft in my own mouth, and one of the guys keenly copied their buffer team mate, wrapping my hair about his fingers as he began to thrust his dick into my mouth.

  Though as I was lost in all the sights and sounds, Nick blew his load, adding another thick creamy shot of cum to my pussy with a loud, triumphant moan of pleasure. Only for another eager guy to pull at his shoulder and then slip into his spot.

  “Damn, finally I get a piece of this pussy, Vicki,” Robert said as he took hold of my thighs and sank on in. The look on his face showing he’d been truthful, he must’ve been fantasizing about having me for so long judging by how relieved and pleased he seemed to be at getting to be the only the third man to fuck me.

  I felt so sloppy and wet, and I couldn’t tell how much of it was my juice and how much was that slippery jism that was filling me up. I didn’t even care. I couldn’t care about anything anymore other than how good it felt to have so much attention and adoration, the touch of all the men bringing me closer to another orgasm. I was feeling exhausted with them, and yet I had so much more energy than usual, and I was bobbing my head back and forth so fast on that random cock.

  I must’ve had something of a natural talent, because I sucked that guy off so well he blew his load in my mouth instead of my fertile pussy. And before Robert could dump his load in my cunny, the fella in my mouth pulled away and some kindly gentleman offered me up another crystal glass of wine for me to down and rinse my mouth with before he eagerly slipped his dick between my lips.

  Though the brief respite to drink my wine, left me enough time to see Laura blowing Asher, as the man’s intense blue eyes stared up at me and my bouncing tits as Robert pounded me so vigorously.

  And once Robert was done, there was another. I hoped there’d always be another. I never wanted these big, beefy hunks to ever stop. I wanted to feel them all blow their loads and come back for more, just as I knew — could feel! — that Asher was holding onto another load for me, and he’d not waste it in Laura’s mouth.

  The thought of that, of having him so desperate and intent on me...

  It was beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined, and I muffled another scream around the random cock in my mouth, my body shaking with another orgasm. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cum, of how many guys fucked me and came in me. It all started to blur together, and I had no way of knowing how much time had passed.

  It wasn’t until Asher climbed back atop me that I realized all the others must’ve had their turn, taken their shot at seeding my womb. Yet he was back for more, mounting my sweaty form, making my tits jiggle as he kissed my cum-stained lips.

  He was such a stud, and never showed any hesitation like that. Even as I swelled up, pregnant with… somebody’s child. I had no idea whose, though I really hoped it was Asher’s. He didn’t seem too concerned one way or the other though, but was careful with my round, swelling belly.

  “Jesus you two are always at it,” Laura said from the divan, one leg lifted up as Robert ate her out. We’d taken to hanging out differently since my birthday, a little more shamelessly. “You really should sample a few more flavours, Vicki,” she chided. But she knew well enough I did, whenever Asher cared to share me around. Though watching him cradle my pregnant belly as he gently pumped me full of his dick, I knew he had plans to make me his all night long.

  Camming for the Man of the House

  Book Themes:

  step-father/step-daughter, barely legal, virgin, breeding

  Word Count:

  5589

  I’m standing next to my bed with the blinds drawn and the lights on pretty bright. I flip the switch and the red light on the camera tells me it’s on. I look at the monitor and I can see that the camera points right where I want it — on my bed.

  Seeing my own bed on the computer monitor is kinda weird, especially since other people are going to see it. I’m not sure why that seems so weird though, since anyone who visits the site is going to see a whole lot more than just my bed.

  I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m nervous about it. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while now. Well, the fantasy has been to let Daddy know how I feel. What I want.

  I’ve tried to let him know a few ways, and I think he just pretends not to know. I’m his little girl and he always get upset if I try to act old and grownup, even though I’m already eighteen.

  He won’t talk to me about grownup things at all. He wants to keep me his little girl.

  Now I think I’ve found a way to show him — a way he will understand. I’m going to lie on my bed and put on a show for my Daddy — a show that will let him know all the dirty thoughts his little girl has about him. He has to know.

  Then he will understand and everything will be all right.

  I see a number appear at the bottom of the screen. The help menu explained that means someone is watching my channel. I signed up for the SlutDolly webcam platform and it has lots of useful tools. This one lets you know when someone is logged on. The software is kind of crappy, and a lot of stuff on the site is kind of icky. I chose this site because Daddy subscribes to it.

  I lean into the camera, filling the monitor with my face. It’s a cool effect and lets him see my smiling lips and a halo of blonde hair.

  “Hello, Daddy,” I said. “This is your web cam angel. I’m going to put on a show for you. Just for you.”

  Then I crawl slowly onto the bed and stay on my hands and knees as I move to the center of my big, soft bed. Daddy, well he’s my step daddy, but he’s the only daddy I’ve kn
own, bought the bed for me. We bounced on it together when he assembled it. This very bed. And now, I think of him while I crawl onto my soft stage, and I wiggle my ass as I move into position. I want him to notice my ass.

  The boys at school are always trying to touch my ass. Most pretend it was an accident, except for Tommy who thinks all girls want his paws on them. My friend Kathy says it’s because I have a nice ass and it turns them on. That’s okay, but I really don’t want those boys touching it. Well, not most of them. Kenny would be okay, but he hasn’t tried. Kathy says that’s because he’s gay.

  My Daddy has touched my ass. The memory gives me a nice tingle. He pretends it’s an accident, but I know better. Sometimes I see him staring at my ass when he thinks I don’t notice, like when I go out the door to school in the morning.

  He looks at me a lot of the time, but when I walk around in my favorite tight, tight jeans, I think it gets to him. Sometimes I walk around the house in those jeans, wiggling my ass like I don’t know I’m doing it while I pretend to do something else — like I don’t even know he’s there, watching me. Most of the time it doesn’t take much of a wiggle before I can see the bulge in his pants start to grow.

  When I see he’s getting turned on, I picture him with his cock sticking out, wanting me. I envision him like the guys on the porn sites and it gets me wet. Well, if he likes seeing my ass in my jeans, I think he’ll enjoy seeing my ass through these filmy pink panties even more.

  I’m in the middle of the bed by the time I think about all that, and I turn to face the camera. When I get up on my knees I look straight into the lens and lick my lips, doing it slow. Our drama teacher at school, Mr. Crane, says to communicate to an audience that aren’t in the same room, you need to imagine them, you have to picture them watching you. So now I imagine I can see Daddy right through the camera, sitting in his recliner, with a beer in his hand. I picture him looking at me in this skimpy little outfit. I picture his dick getting hard. That’s what I want, and I lick my lips again so he’ll know.