Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  The whole night had been so overwhelming, so many people, so many sensations. Losing her virginity was no different, with Ben grasping her thighs tightly as he worked his cock in deep, that pulsating length filling her up to the very depths of her canal until he was tugging back and slowly pumping into her. The two men moaning deeply as they shared her atop their couch, two cocks inside her, one stretching her little cunny taut about its girth, the other sliding in over her tongue.

  She couldn’t restrain the moans as they toppled from her lips and reverberated along Terry’s cock, her mouth delving deeper along his member. She was amateurish, her hands held to his thigh and the couch in a clumsy fashion, and yet she was driven to keep going, to trail along the ridge of his crown, over the veins as they throbbed.

  Her legs parted for Ben, letting him rock into her so deep, a little bit of blood mixing with her natural juices, though she never felt any pain. The alcohol and her arousal numbed it enough that it was as erotic a first time as she could have imagined.

  Terry cradled her face, stroked her hair and cheek lovingly as he rocked his hips at a gentle rate, craving more of that warm, moist feeling her mouth offered him. Her tongue teasing that sensitive tip so much it made his thick, muscular frame hunch and shiver as he gave a lewd moan that filled the room.

  All the while, Ben’s hold upon her thighs tightened and he pumped into her harder, filling her with his cock so perfectly as he forced his eyes open, to watch those thick, round breasts of hers jiggle atop her chest. The two men were captivated with her, and neither showed any lack of appreciation for being her first, both of them caring and careful.

  “Fuck Lisa,” Ben groaned out, his dick throbbing inside her, “you’ve got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever been in!” His handsome face contorted, his hard chest tensing, from those broad shoulders, across his sculpted pecs and abs, the tension showed.

  She wasn’t using protection, of course, and neither was he. His raw cock pressed into her deeper, brushing against the depths of her body and she let out a long, warbling cry of delight. Her legs lifted, wrapping around his ass instinctually, taking him into her warm wetness so eagerly.

  Her mouth kept working along Terry’s cock, giving him that little suckle he’d requested, treating him like a lollipop with the flicks of her tongue along his swollen flesh.

  Terry let loose a deep, gravelly groan as his dick spurt its precum onto her tongue, swelling inside her mouth so thickly it strained her jaw a little.

  “Fuck man, hurry or I’m gonna blow in her mouth and waste this load,” Terry said, not wanting to waste a single bit anywhere but in her fertile pussy, continuing to stroke her hair and pet her face.

  For his part, Ben’s face was contorted into such pleasure, it didn’t seem likely he could last much longer anyhow.

  “Oh fuck, Lisa,” he cursed again, “I’m gonna cum in you--” He blurt that out, the words cut short as he shuddered and moaned. “Fuck I wanna knock you up!” he declared to crassly, his balls tightening against him as he edged so near.

  She wasn’t able to decipher his words, but her legs tightened against his ass, calves pressed into his flesh as she took him in as deep as he could, her body screaming for more. She was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasms, nipples so hard against her chest as her head plunged along Terry’s shaft.

  He tasted so good, so clean and masculine as he filled her mouth, excitement coursing through her form. Both the men were so fit, so good looking, and so absolutely affectionate to her.

  It made it all so sweet to experience, such a perfect moment as Ben shuddered, his dick twitched, and the first spurt of thick, virile seed shot into her depths. He moaned so lewdly as his cock bulged, and those thick, creamy gouts of cum bathed her fertile womb in his essence, and he shuddered, buckling over her.

  All the while, Terry had to pluck his dick from her lips with a wet pop, fighting the tight suction of her mouth as he spurt precum and cursed.

  “Fuck I nearly lost it,” Terry cursed, shuddering as his dick spasmed before her. “Move, lemme go man, I need to unload bad,” he told Ben.

  Lisa’s head spun as she ground her hips against Ben, holding him so tight as her hips rolled against his. She took every bit of his cum deep within her fertile cunny, oblivious to the consequences of the unprotected creampie.

  She watched as Terry reached down, touching Ben’s shoulder. They looked so good together, so different and yet so similar, and she let out a low moan of approval.

  Ben finally got himself together enough to pull his dick from her, the sensation of that final tug her tight inner walls gave him making him moan and shudder, disgorging a final spurt of his seed onto the creamy mess of her pussy.

  But no sooner was he out of the way, than Terry was quickly in his place, holding her hips as he pressed his own thick cock into her. Heedless of the mess the other man left, Terry moaned deeply, his eyes rolling back into his head as he began to pump his hips with such delight.

  Ben crouched over her though, his lips met hers and he kissed her passionately again. His tongue fencing with hers as he brought a hand down, his fingertips teasing her clit, trying to get her off as the big brute of a man pumped himself to his impending climax.

  She kissed Ben back so eagerly, even though it was still amateurish, as her legs instead wrapped around Terry and begged his big, hard cock into her further. She felt like she was soaring through the sky, and it took so little for Ben to send her over the edge again.

  Her pussy clenched Terry’s dick, practically vibrating around him with the eager little pulses, her back arching as her nipples stiffened, painfully. Her juices warmed Terry’s sac, gushing out around him so lewdly as Ben forced her through such an intense climax.

  That was all too much for Terry to handle, and the bulky man let loose a big, bellowing cry as he bucked and twitched.

  “Aw fuck, gonna breed you so damn good babe,” he called out in a strained voice, thick, bulging muscles twitching as his dick twitched and spurt its thick gouts of seed. The behemoth of a man seeding her depths, pumping her full of the second load in but a few moments, all that rich cream too much for her little cunny to handle.

  Ben’s slick fingers trailed up over her stomach and he kissed her as he played with her breasts, stroking, teasing and tweaking her nipples as Terry took his shot at breeding her.

  She let out a loud cry against Ben’s lips as Terry delved into her a little too deep, but that sharp sensation did nothing to lessen how blissful she was. She’d gone to the other side, surrounded by ecstasy, and her body wriggled between the two of them.

  The three of them were sacrificed up to pleasure, and the haze they were wrapped in took some time to come down from. Finally, she was able to open her eyes and find herself snug between the two men, her legs limply dangling over the couch as so much of that virile seed drooled from her slit.

  They stroked her dewy skin and fondled her softly, two sets of lips kissing at her. Ben’s trading off from tonguing her, to move down and lightly lick about her areola and nipple, suckling lightly as Terry took the other man’s place to make out with her.

  It had been such a whirlwind of an evening, experiencing so many foreign things on her first night in the town. She had no way of knowing the implications of both of them cumming in her fertile depths, but she craved their touch and wanted more.

  As Ben suckled at her teat, Terry kissed her lips and said in a gruff voice:

  “Stay the night in our bed.”

  Ben tugged at her nipple only to let it snap back into place.

  “Yeah. Because no matter what happens now, you’re gonna be carrying our child, and that makes you ‘specially ours,” he said with a smile, leaning up to place another kiss at her lips alongside Terry.

  Bought by the Billionaire

  Book Themes:

  Virgin, Barely Legal, Breeding, Mild blackmail

  Word Count:

  5,579

  Life on the farm was generally quiet a
nd peaceful. Sure, there was lots of hard work, but it was uneventful generally speakin’, especially since my ma and pa passed away, leavin’ the property to me. But that was all fixed to change the moment that fancy black sedan rolled up to my door. I just didn’t know right then I’d be ass up in the back of her before the day was through.

  He was a slick lookin’ man, with long dark hair, backswept and shiny in the midday sun, and a pair of sunglasses that must’ve cost more’n my car. He stepped out of his vehicle in a fitted suit, and looked better’n a catalogue model, I gotta say.

  Though all of that looked completely out of place on my lil’ farm. The farmhouse itself was about two centuries old, even if it did have about a dozen renovations since then, and the whole plot of land had that rustic look that city slickers liked to stop and gawk at.

  Though this guy was no usual city slicker, I could tell that. I wiped my hands as I strode up the gravel drive towards him, tuckin’ the hand towel into the back of my tight daisy dukes as I got close to him. Though as I studied him, his dark, piercin’ eyes turned to peer right back into me in turn.

  “Are you the owner of this place, ma’am?” He asked, his voice so deep and gravelly, despite his glossy, well-kept appearance.

  He kinda had me on edge a little. You know, like when you meet someone that seems better off and more educated and you’re just waitin’ to be made the fool of? Yea, that was me, ‘cause he had everythin’ that the books told me was bad news. He was all calm and cool, and chose his words all careful like, and he was sexy to boot. So I knew I was in trouble.

  But I smiled at him all the same, like a polite girl does, and nodded my head. “Yea, sure do. All the land from here to there,” I said, pointin’ out the boundaries.

  He listened real closely and all that, but I could tell he had somethin’ important on his mind from the get go.

  “Got some bad news for you then, little lady,” he said, and truly I was lil’ compared to him! He was well over six feet tall, and I was well over a foot shorter’n him. “I recently acquired the local creditors to consolidate into a branch of my business,” he said, reaching into his car and pulling out a thick stack of papers. “And it turns out your place is well in arrears on payments. As in, about forty years,” he said, holding out the document to me. “I don’t know why the debt has been put aside for this long, but it showed up after my acquisition.”

  “What?!”

  I mean, I half understood most of what he said, but I did understand that we were in debt for forty years? I mean, that was even before my parents took over probably... I didn’t have time to think on the math just then.

  I pushed my fingers through my hair, fixing my ponytail before I grabbed the papers, lookin’ at them like I might be able to figure out what’d happened.

  He undid the front of his blazer, the only sign he wasn’t fully comfortable in the hot midday sun, and stepped in a lil’ closer to me. He set his sunglasses atop his head, and those dark eyes studied me somethin’ fierce.

  “It’s all there. And the bank is set to foreclose on your place within the week. But that’s why I came out. I wouldn’t want to set a woman out of house and home without at least first meeting her,” he said so calmly, so smoothly, as if nothin’ ever fazed him.

  “Foreclosed?” I asked, my jaw dropped open. “But my ma and pa owned this place outright, and they gave it to me in their will,” I protested. I couldn’t lose my house! My farm! I didn’t have anythin’ else, not in this world.

  He looked me over with that hard gaze of his, and I knew then and there he had all the world in his pocket. Rich as they come, he could buy and sell people like me clear and easy. He took his time, took out a cigarette and lit it up, the grey smoke carryin’ on the air before me, fillin’ my nostrils with its acrid tang.

  “Maybe you and I can come to some sort of accommodation, however,” he remarked in his low, growling voice.

  “Accommodation?” I said with a bit of a growl. I couldn’t believe what I was hearin’! This was my home, and had been since I was born!

  My hands were tremblin’ like I couldn’t believe, and I was breathing hard and fast, and I couldn’t make heads or tails of what he was talkin’ about.

  He offered up his silver cigarette case, a lone smoke pokin’ out towards me in offerin’. “Go ahead, it’ll help you relax as we sort this lil’ mess out between you and I.”

  I had anger boilin’ in me, but there was somethin’ about that man, and I had no idea what it was, but it made me feel a lil’ calmer. As cold and impersonal as he looked, so tall and well-dressed, with his finely groomed appearance, I got the feelin’ from him that he was a safe man to have as a friend. Or whatever you could get close to bein’ a friend.

  So I took the smoke, and I held it to my lips as he lit it with his fancy lighter.

  I was still in shock, but he was right. It made it a little easier. And it weren’t like it was his fault, what was happenin’. He couldn’t have known any better than I did.

  “I just don’t understand. My family’s had this farm since long ‘fore I was born...”

  “I guess one of your grandparents must’ve mortgaged the place out way back, and it got lost in the mix,” he said, taking a slow drag upon his cigarette, one hand tucked into his pocket as he looked around. “I don’t want to take your farm from you though. But I have a rule that’s served me well in business: never give something away for free that you could cash in on.” He looked me over again, nice an’ slow.

  I crinkled my nose.

  “I only make enough to just keep afloat,” I admitted in a soft voice between the puffs of the cigarette. Everythin’ was racin’ through my head, that fear and anxiety windin’ me up tight, but that calm way he was lookin’ at me made me feel it mightn’t be all bad news. At least, I hoped...

  “You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said so calmly, reaching his hand out of his pocket and up to lightly brush his fingers over my ponytail. “You live out here by yourself? No man in your life?” he asked, smoking so casually as he leaned back against his shiny black car.

  I could see clear as day that beneath his white pressed shirt, he was a man who take care of himself. His fitted clothing didn’t do much to hide the bulk of muscle beneath the surface.

  It surprised me, what with him bein’ a businessman or accountant or somethin’. Most of them were scrawny as anythin’. At least around where I grew up.

  And really, that little touch, his softer words, they relaxed me. Did a world of wonder, really, and I nodded my head. “Just me, Mister,” I said. My green eyes found his, takin’ him in a new, calmer light.

  His full lips spread ever so slightly into a soft smile, and he reached up, cuppin’ my chin in his large hand. He had a way about him, some sorta commandin’ authority that made him seem so in charge, and it was comfortin’ as well as unsettlin’.

  “I bet you always were the kind of gal that wanted to be a mother though, weren’t you?” he asked in his low voice, strokin’ his thumb along my smooth cheek so tenderly.

  “Well, sure, Mister. Every little girl grows up wantin’ to be a mom,” I said with a little roll of my eyes and a twitch of my lips. “I just ain’t found anyone wantin’ the same. Most the menfolk are movin’ into the city for work and such.”

  He brushed the backs of his long fingers over my jawline, back to my ear as he smiled at me all admiringly.

  “I promised my mom before she passed away I’d find a nice, respectable woman, and make some lovely kids with her. Down to earth little brats,” he remarked before taking a tug on his cigarette then exhaling a grey cloud. “Tell me, Annie — if I may call you Annie — are you on the pill?”

  My nose crinkled again. I didn’t figure that was a question I’d ever be asked, ‘specially not by someone I just met.

  But I shook my head no, my brows knit above my narrowed eyes. Sounded more like a business proposal than... than what? A regular proposal?

  He took his time, casually ta
kin’ a drag on his cigarette before tossin’ it in the dirt and grindin’ it out with the toe of his shoe.

  “Tell you what, Annie. How about you and me make our dreams come true, huh? And then this place is yours forevermore, and I make sure you’re set up to last another ten generations out here.” He reached to the side, pulled open the door to the back seat of his car, the luxurious interior on display, “What do you say, beautiful?”

  My stomach was tied into knots as I looked at him, and there was a little tremor as I dropped my cigarette.

  “I don’t understand, Mister. You... you just wanna knock me up and then keep me here?”

  He gave a shrug of his broad shoulders and reached up, undoing his tie, then taking off his blazer. He undid the first few buttons of his shirt and I could see a glimpse of the hard body beneath, peppered with some of his dark hairs.

  “You’re a beautiful girl, Annie,” he said in a deep, gravelly husk that was edged with somethin’ more than business. “If you’ve got the guts for it, I might do more than just that. Maybe I’ll take you with me. Fly you around the world with me, and fuck you in every continent on earth. That is,” he said, leaning down in towards me closely, licking his full lips. “If you’ve got the stomach for adventure.”

  I’m sure my eyes were wider than anything as I watched him, my breathing gettin’ fast even though I didn’t want it to. My body growin’ warm, my knees startin’ to tremble.

  I stared, my mouth still open a little as I shook my head, “Mister, I ain’t never been with a man before,” I said, my eyes trailing over his exposed chest.

  That made his grin widen, and he looked me over once more, from head to toe, soakin’ me in as if I was the most beautiful creature on God’s green earth. He was a very intense sorta man, who could convey all sorts of emotions with just a look, and that was somethin’ I learned about him real fast.

  He stroked his hand back over my hair, until his fingers was a tightenin’ around my ponytail, and he was leanin’ in so close barely a hairs breadth separated our lips.