Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  She would’ve fallen were it not for his strong hands, and she had to take in a deep breath.

  “God, Dwayne,” she said softly before pressing another aggressive kiss to his lips. Her breathing was short as she made out with him, her free hand going into his hair and feeling him out. She’d dreamed of it for so long, and it was even better in reality.

  They kissed right there at the bar for some time, other patrons giving them space as they made out. Until finally he broke their kiss, and gazed down at her longingly, such hunger in his eyes. And it was all for her, she knew, could read it in his gaze.

  “Come on,” he said at last, breaking their silence with that one rough, firm word, so edged with command.

  He took hold of her hand and took her, guiding her through the crowds, on around back towards the washrooms. As usual the women's washroom was packed, but there at the back was the employee’s washroom. It was a single, private room, and he managed to catch the door just as one left.

  “Get in,” he told Celeste, tugging her on in first as they snuck in and locked the door.

  She couldn’t believe what they were doing, and she might’ve protested if she weren’t so heady with lust. Her body was craving it, him, and she knew there was no going back. She tossed her purse to the side, her drink abandoned to the floor as he shut the door.

  As soon as he turned to her, though, she jumped into his arms, her own limbs flung around his neck as she tugged him tight.

  “I want you,” she confessed, and licked around her lips, the taste of his lime vodka still so strong on her taste buds.

  Outside the sound of music carried on through the door as Dwayne lifted her up so easily, pressing her back to the wall with care as they made out. Those strong hands of his grasped her thighs, her hips, stroked over her figure as he ground his hard, throbbing manhood against her.

  She could feel the fullness of that girth, how large and hard it was. That shaft was ready to burst out of his pants with his lust for her. His hands rolled her dress up to her hips, exposing her panties before he let one hand daringly reach up to cup and fondle her breast.

  “I don’t have a condom,” she admitted against his kiss, but that didn’t stop her. Honestly... it only turned her on more, and secretly she prayed he’d come just as unprepared. Her hips ground against him with the thought and her breath caught in her throat.

  She was so horny and worked up and she desperately wanted to see that cock.

  He was already half-done reaching down and unveiling it when her words sank in, and he looked to her. A mix of feelings showing itself on his face; surprise shifting to concern. Though when he undid his pants, and that thick, monstrously sized bulge showed through his boxer-briefs, it was so hard to care about anything else.

  “Out in my coat,” he said, and just as she was so close to seeing what was clearly the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes upon, the thought of tearing away to go fetch a condom from the coat room sank in.

  She stepped back, but not to give him enough room to leave. No, she needed to see him, and before she could clearly think things through, her hands were against his clothed cock, feeling him throb.

  No, she needed it. Him.

  More than that, though, she was more turned on by the thought than anything else. The idea of him knocking her up, binding them together forever.

  Her eyes went up to him to see if he felt the same, even as her other hand hooked into her leopard print panties, tugging them down over her thighs. They were soaking wet and unleashed the soft, feminine scent of her arousal into the air as she stepped out of them.

  The blissful moment dragged on, his dick swelling beneath her hand with such excitement and desire. But once his eyes opened, the determination was written in his gaze, hard and certain.

  “Fuck, I need you raw,” he said gruff and simply, tugging down his underwear and letting that huge, meaty dick tumble out. It was indeed the biggest she’d ever seen -- by far! -- and it swelled so perfectly before her, perfectly shaped with just the right upward curve, a thick, rigid purple crown that glistened with precum in his desire for her.

  She couldn’t help herself. She went to her knees as her hand held it steady at the base, and immediately her mouth was wrapped around it.

  Celeste still couldn’t believe what she was doing. She’d never even let Larry have her raw, but Dwayne was different. He’d been with her through it all, thick and thin, and she wanted to feel every bit of him.

  She wanted to take every bit of his seed and know forever that it was him who’d knocked her up, so recklessly, on New Year’s Eve.

  Dwayne was caught off guard along with her, and gave a deep, lusty moan as she started to suck him off. Those moist, warm lips wrapped about him, making him teeter just a bit with the pleasure.

  The heat was rising, and he undid his shirt, showing off his hard abs, and bulging pecs, a light sheen of perspiration from their vigorous dancing highlighting the chiseled muscle so well. Then his two strong hands reached out, fingers knitting through her hair as he took hold, a firm, comforting grasp that didn’t hinder but reminded him of his strong presence.

  She took in his clean taste, her tongue wrapping around the head before she pushed her mouth down further. He was delicious, and felt even better as she took him to the back of her throat, her moan reverberating through his flesh as she moved back off of him a little.

  Her head bobbed, up and down, her knees pressed into the bathroom tile as she looked up at him with such pleasure.

  She could see the pleasure written upon his face, watch as his handsome features contorted with each moan. His meaty cock throbbed upon her moist, warm tongue, and she could taste the salty spurt of precum that came from his tip before it prodded her throat. It was such a beast of a dick, and he couldn’t help but aid her and pump his rock hard hips a little.

  “Celeste,” he moaned out, his heavy balls swaying, striking her chin.

  She could barely holder herself back any longer. She pulled off his dick and looked up at him with such raw, animal need.

  Her tongue swiped along the head once more, greedily, before she pushed herself up on fawnish legs.

  “Dwayne, I need you,” she purred, stroking his cock. “I need to feel you fuck me. Hard.”

  He looked down at her through narrow slits, pulling her up to her feet with one smooth motion of his strong arm. He took control once more, just like when they had been dancing, and he pressed her hands to the wall, bent her over and got in behind her.

  Outside the door, the music had died down, and the sounds of an announcer bringing them to the New Year could be heard. But they had no sliver of awareness to spare for anything but each other.

  Dwayne’s hands sank into her hips and ass, and he brought his glistening dick to her slick cunny.

  A single, firm thrust brought him into her fertile depths even as the countdown began outside. That thick dick stretching her pussy so wide, its warm folds taut about his bulging veins as he began to pump into her.

  It felt even better than she could have imagined without the condom, and she moaned out her absolute bliss.

  “Dwayne,” she cooed, her shaved pussy swollen and presented to him, so slick with juices.

  “Fuck, you’re huge,” she added on, her legs spreading wider. She was glad she’d worn the heels. It’d have been impossible without them, she figured, and she didn’t want him any other way. Her dress rode up around her hips higher and higher, showing off the firm curve of her ass and the dick pistoning into her.

  As the party outside celebrated the New Year, Celeste and Dwayne rang it in with style. His hard body tensed up, the muscles clenching as he pumped his dick into her raw and unprotected. His heavy balls swang up to smack against her clit as he pounded away, building up such an intense pace so very quickly.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” he choked out between his pleasured moans. “You feel so damn good! I’ve never experienced anythin’ like your cunt,” he said, forcing himself to look down and
savour the sight of that pink little pussy swallowing up his dick again and again with each thrust of his hammering hips.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she moaned, a chill going down her body, her entire form rocking with each of his thrusts, held in place only by the door.

  Her pussy squeezed him, and she was so delighted to feel just flesh there instead of a condom. It made her toes curl and her breathing catch, but never had she been more turned on in her life, and already she felt like she might cum.

  Dwayne’s powerful grasp moved across her form, up to her breasts to squeeze and fondle. One of his thick forearms wound around her waist as his thumb sought to prod and stimulate her clit. He was so skillful about it, never missing a beat of his hard dick as he ploughed into her with such intensity.

  “Fuck, cum for me Celeste… fuckin’ cum for me,” he commanded. “Because I won’t be pullin’ out of you. I never wanna leave this perfect lil’ pussy of yours!” He said in such rapturous bliss, his cock swelling inside her as he barreled his way towards his own climax.

  She swore it was his words more than his actions that toppled her over the edge into oblivion, her scream ringing out over the New Year’s song, everyone no doubt kissing and cheering with loved ones as she was fucked, raw and hard, by her best friend.

  Her head whipped back as he prodded her throbbing clit, and her cunny tightened around him, milking him with its spasms of rapture as her honey coated his thick, throbbing dick.

  Dwayne had hoped to hold out longer, to savour the moment with her, but that vice grip of her cunny was too much, and he went over the edge into carnal bliss with her. As the fireworks went off outside, he went off in her. His thick seed spurting into her fertile depths, all that virile cum filling her up as that hunk of a man let loose a deep, rapturous moan of his own.

  He bucked into her erratically, punctuating every thrust with another blast of hot jism as he emptied his loins into her entirely.

  She pressed back into him, taking every ounce of his creamy seed as her body jolted and she sucked in quick breaths.

  She knew exactly what she was doing, and couldn’t hide behind the idea of being too drunk or too sad, since she was neither of those things. No, she knew the risk of fucking Dwayne bareback, and even as her orgasm ebbed, she still clenched his cock with her pussy, making him give her everything he had.

  Grinding her hips into him, he was pressed right against her cervix, and she stayed there for a long few heartbeats as he spurt the last of his juice against it.

  How they rang in the New Year’s stuck in Celeste’s mind long after the year was anything but new. Memories of his cock blowing that load right into her raw, knowingly, of the two of them savouring the moment afterwards and just… letting fate take its course.

  As she sat upon her sofa, cradling her swollen, pregnant belly, she couldn’t blame anyone. And she didn’t care to. She’d got exactly what she’d bargained for in that lusty moment, and she’d not regretted it.

  When the call came over her buzzer, she didn’t even need to look to see who it was. The last of her things were boxed up and waiting to be moved, to start a new life, and she had nothing more to do than to head on out herself.

  When she got to the bottom of those stairs, it was much like that night she’d conceived her future child. There he was, Dwayne, standing in front of an even newer, shinier car, smiling at her all love-struck and grinning.

  “Another new car?” she asked him in surprise as she cradled her belly, and he leaned in, placing a kiss beneath her ear before letting his hand stroke the round form, feeling the life within.

  “Yeah,” he said simply. “I figured you could use one. New and expectant moms have a lot of important appointments to get to,” he said with a cheeky grin, letting his hand rise and a set of keys dangle before her gaze.

  In truth, the stunning Lamborghini was absurdly expensive, made the BMW he had initially intended for Lydia seem cheap by comparison. Not to mention far more her style.

  Though as she reached out to take the keys, she noticed a curious keychain.

  “Oh that?” he said all nonchalantly. “Just something to hold important items that you don’t wanna forget,” and with shaking hands, Celeste reached out.

  Opening up the round little gemmed locket on her keychain, she found a glittering, diamond ring within.

  Her heart stopped and her mouth dropped open as she looked up at him, and just like that night, she acted without reservations, without thought.

  Her mouth pressed to his, tongue lashing against him as her pregnant belly rest against his hard abs.

  “Yes!” she managed as she pulled away, tears threatening the corner of her eyes. “Oh, Dwayne, yes!”

  Her Fertile Second Time

  Book Themes:

  M/F/M Sex, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, and Oral Sex

  Word Count:

  6,352

  Lisa awoke the next morning, feeling abuzz with energy. The entire night she’d spent with Ben and Terry had been nothing short of bliss, and she was still having trouble understanding it — or believing it.

  She’d moved to the town after coming of age, leaving the isolation of her mother and father’s home, only to find things were done quite differently outside her own home.

  Ben and Terry had explained that the town all had a hand in fathering the children, and that the more individuals that had her, came within her, the more comfortable her life, and her child’s life, would be.

  They’d spent the entire night, wrapped in one another’s arms, and she woke to the smell of a fantastic breakfast cooking. The crackle of bacon, the sweet tang of maple syrup tinging the air.

  But the thing that really made her smile was the way Ben’s hand touched her stomach, teasing lower.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” he growled and Lisa smiled as she sank into the warmth of his body.

  Her blonde hair spilled out around her head, forming a halo as her dark eyes gazed to him.

  “Good morning,” she murmured.

  Terry, the blonde, handsome muscle head, came strolling back in from the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of blue boxer-briefs before climbing up onto the bed next to her.

  “Look who’s up,” Terry said with a big grin, wrapping one of his thick arms around her, as Ben continued to kiss at her neck and stroke her lower belly softly.

  “Breakfast is gonna be ready soon,” Ben warned, but already Terry was nibbling upon her ear and grinding his throbbing manhood against her hip.

  “Aw c’mon, no time for a quick go?” Terry said with a devious little grin.

  Lisa had never felt such pleasure as being wrapped up in the both of them, her body writhing between the two of them. She’d never known such bliss as when she’d been making out with them both. The men were into her, so devoted to making sure she enjoyed losing her virginity to them. They’d look after her, and with their warmth and charms, she was excited to find out more.

  Her hands went to both of them, feeling along their body as she pushed her mouth to Ben’s, letting Terry keep nibbling upon her ear and neck.

  Before she knew it, Terry’s boxers were down, and his hard, meaty shaft was grinding against her ass, while Ben’s tongue was entwined with her. The two men pressing in on either side of her, ravishing her, and before long, inside of her. Terry’s cock was the first to plumb her depths again, and leave her panting atop the bed.

  As she drooled another load from that big man, Ben returned from a quick trip to the kitchen, to claim the second go upon her. Climbing atop her body, slipping into the tight, wet canal of her cunny, through the mess of Terry’s seed.

  They’d been her first, and her second. And both men looked absolutely joyful to fuck her, to blow their virile loads in their cunnies and take their shot at breeding her, able to double their chances in that morning warmth.

  Yet she remembered clearly what Ben said, how they’d advised her to get along in the town, and how the more men she went with, the better cared
for her child would be.

  She cleaned herself up before settling down to eat, her smile bright and so genuine.

  “Is there another party tonight?” she asked curiously, tucking some golden strands behind her ear as she broke off some of her bacon, loving the sweet and savory taste and the crispness.

  Lisa couldn’t help but be... aroused by the prospect. She liked Terry and Ben, quite a lot. But she couldn’t deny that there were a lot of handsome men at the party the night before.

  “There’s always a little soiree down there, most every night,” Ben said with a smile. “Just a casual little setup, drinks, hor d'oeuvres, that sorta thing. Never any pressure.”

  Terry butt in with a bit grin upon his face.

  “‘Course, you can just stay here with us as long as ya like too,” he remarked, reaching over to rest his big hand upon her knee, and rub back over her thigh as he looked at her so lasciviously.

  “Don’t pressure her, Terry,” Ben said, giving a slightly annoyed look to the other man.

  But honestly, Lisa would have been at least a little offended if her two lovers didn’t want her with them. That was how she’d grown up — just her mom and her dad, together and in love. Yet she felt this way was almost more natural than even that, a community that looked out for one another. For their children.

  “Well, you’ve already said I could live here, so I can come back whenever I like.”

  “That’s right,” Ben said with a smile to her. “Come by any ol’ time. You’re always welcome with us,” he said so chipperly.

  Terry leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

  “That’s right. Whatever happens, we know you’ll very likely be carryin’ our child in you… so we’ve got a responsibility now,” he said with a final squeeze to her thigh before he resumed eating, finishing up his meal.

  She smiled and felt her blood raise to her cheeks, flushing as she finished off her own food and leaned back in her chair.

  She understood the implications of their words, of the very fact that they assumed her to be already pregnant. She didn’t know how to feel about that, yet the way they spoke filled her with such warmth. The fact that they wanted it made her want it.