Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “I’m going to head home and rest up, but... you two,” she sighed out, smiling at the men she’d known from her few trips into the town. They were the first familiar faces she’d seen and they lived just down the hall from her.

  “You two are great. Seriously.”

  The two of them got up and embraced her, gave her warm hugs and soft kisses before Ben led her to the door.

  “If you ever need anything, just let us know,” he said with a smile. “Terry works over at the gym, but I’ve got a job out of home, so one of us should always be around to help you out if you need it,” he said at last.

  Lisa nodded, reluctant to leave their warmth, though she forced herself to bid them goodbye and head back to her own room.

  She needed a little time to process what had just happened, her illicit threesome with the two affectionate and attractive men.

  But more than that, she needed time to plan for that night, when another small party would be held, allowing her to take on any suitors of her choice.

  On her way back across the hall, she saw a familiar face from the previous night’s party. The older gentleman, so dashing and dapper, locking his door as he seemed to be setting off for the day. A handsome suit upon him as he smiled over at her.

  “Morning to you, young miss,” he said so smoothly. “I hope you’ve been having a good time here so far?” he asked, slipping his keys into his pocket.

  “It’s been a whirlwind,” she said with an embarrassed smile and a flush to her cheeks. She’d never been caught leaving two men’s apartment before, and certainly not when others knew what she’d been up to. She felt shame, certainly, but also excitement, and she moved towards him still in the same outfit she’d worn the night before — maryjane heels, a black skirt, and a tanktop pulled over her large breasts.

  She offered her hand, though, with a smile. “Lisa, by the way. In case I forgot to mention last night.”

  Martin took her hand gently and bent forward, placing a soft gentlemanly kiss upon the back of her knuckles.

  “A pleasure, lovely Lisa,” he said, rising back up and running a hand through his sleek black hair, resettling it back into place after his dip forward. “I am quite pleased to see we are neighbours,” he remarked of their proximity. “I’ve not had the fortune of being so close to such a stunning young lady before.”

  He was so formal, so composed, and it endeared her. She dipped her head down respectfully and smiled to herself.

  Her heart thud loudly in her chest as she swallowed.

  “Are you just on your way to work then?” she asked, her head tilted to the side curiously.

  “I was on my way into the shop, wanted to do a little inventory before I open up my store,” he said to her smoothly, still holding her hand and stroking his thumb along the ridges of her thumbs. “But it’s nothing that needs doing right away. Especially not in the face of such a lovely woman,” he remarked with a pleasant smile. “Maybe I could treat you to breakfast?” he proposed, an eyebrow cocked at her in query.

  Of course, she’d just had breakfast.

  She shook her head slowly, pleasantly.

  “I’ve already eaten, thank you. But...” she trailed off for a moment, worrying her lower lip thoughtfully. “You were with, what was his name... Mark? At the party last evening, yes?”

  Martin gave a soft laugh and nodded his head.

  “Yes, I know the young gentleman. He’s rather new to the place, not quite as new as you of course, but he’s in need of some guidance. He’s never helped a woman father a child before, and he’s most anxious to. I try to teach him a bit of patience and civility, you know,” he remarked with a gentle smile upon his handsome face. “He’s a hard working sort though, eager to please and be of service to a lady such as yourself. You couldn’t go wrong with a young lad like him, dear Lisa.”

  That was just what she wanted to hear.

  “Well, perhaps instead of meandering around the party this evening, I could come over for dinner?” she asked, licking her lips. “With the two of you, I mean.”

  “Certainly dear,” he said, a smile upon his handsome face. “I’ll be sure to let him know. He’ll be most excited to spend some time with you. I think he’s got something of a crush already,” he remarked with a wink to her.

  That softened her heart, her smile so tender as she gave a nod.

  “I’m excited myself.” She took her hand from his, standing up a bit straighter. “Then I trust you’ll come gather me at the right time?” she asked.

  “Absolutely,” he said, blowing a kiss to her with no small modicum of flair. “I shall look forward to this evening then, Miss Lisa. I’ll make sure it’s a time to remember, hm?” he backed away towards the door, and more ably avoided staring at her ample chest than a younger man would have with her in that position.

  She chewed down on her lower lip as she backed away, her dark eyes twinkling with excitement.

  “Until then,” she purred.

  ~~

  Lisa looked in the mirror, tidying a wayward strand of long, blonde hair. She’d bathed and felt so relaxed, lightly smelling of vanilla and sugar as she pulled on a tight, black shirt that lifted her cleavage, a necklace dangling tantalizingly between it. She wore another simple skirt, black thigh highs, and her shiny maryjanes, and thought she looked rather classy.

  Which, of course, contrasted with what she was to be doing that night. Being bred by two other men, having them pump her full of their cum in the hopes that her child would have a better life once it was born.

  The knock came upon her door right on time, and looking through the peephole she saw it was an excited, but well-dressed Mark, holding some flowers. The young man was dressed in a black blazer and pants, with the white shirt unbuttoned a little at the collar while holding some red roses.

  When she opened the door his eyes went wide, and he looked entranced by her beauty, taking a moment to pull his staring gaze away from her body and stammer out.

  “We’re, ah… dinner’s going to be ready for you soon, Miss Lisa,” he said, licking his lips anxiously.

  She smiled brightly at the offered gift, accepting the flowers eagerly and retreating back within her small apartment to find a glass to put them in. She was still unpacking, boxes and clothes everywhere, but she invited him into her home.

  “Sorry it’s still a mess,” she said as she filled the glass with water before putting in the roses and returning to his side.

  “I’m all ready.” Lisa smiled at him, smoothing out her skirt. “I mean... I think.”

  She was trying to be confident, to be in control, but she’d only just lost her virginity, and truthfully, she was as nervous and as anxious as he.

  “You look it,” Mark said with starry eyes and a big smile. “It’s just across the hall,” he said, leading her outside, and crossing the hall as she shut her door behind her. He led her over to Martin’s place, opening it up and showing a rather well appointed place, with a large dining room table laid out with places for three.

  The place was candle lit, and Martin stood over the freshly served meals, uncorking the wine as he looked over to her with a smile.

  “Ah welcome, Miss Lisa,” he said so pleasantly, moving to pour up a glass.

  It was nice, respectable. Mature.

  Her stomach still turned, her mind swimming. She’d be lying if she said that there weren’t points during her day when she thought about running back home, hiding from it all. From those men and their desire to knock her up.

  But every time she convinced herself to run, she was once more reminded of Terry and Ben’s tender, affectionate touches. And she craved more, not just of them.

  It was almost as if just being in the town, surrounded by this strange, new ritual, was enough to make her want it. Her curiosity getting the better of her.

  She moved inwards, guided by Mark’s hand on the low of her back, and she smiled at Martin.

  “It smells divine,” she said lightly.

  “He
lp the lady take a seat, Mark,” Martin instructed him, and looking embarrassed for having forgotten, the young man pulled out a seat and helped Lisa settle in at the head of the table.

  Martin poured her up a glass of wine, smiling down at her as he twisted the bottle away.

  “I trust you had a lovely day, Miss Lisa. We’ve assembled a fine little meal here,” and he launched into a description of the food, a dizzying array of delicacies that were so foreign to her and her sheltered life.

  The two men sat at her sides and the ritual of the meal began, the atmosphere relaxed as the sound of gentle classical music in the background filtered to her.

  It was nice, her smile never really fading as she enjoyed the food, mulling over what she wanted to ask and say in her mind. She’d already ruminated on it throughout the day, but never did she actually come to a conclusion on how it actually would happen.

  How she wanted it to happen.

  The light, though delicious meal, however, relaxed her muscles and put her at ease, along with the wine.

  “So Martin says you’re new here, Mark?” she asked as Martin topped off her glass of wine yet again.

  “Well yeah,” the young man said, handsome and about her age. She recognized him from school, though they had none of the same classes despite being in the same grade. “I just moved into the building a few months ago. After graduation,” he said, sipping his own wine as he looked over at her.

  “Young Mark here has been working in my shop,” Martin said, his hand reaching beneath the table to rest upon her smooth, bare knee. “He’s a hard worker, quick to learn.”

  Lisa smiled at Mark and gave a nod before looking to Martin, “What type of shop do you own?”

  “It’s the local flower and jewelry store,” he said to her pleasantly. “The only one of its kind on the island, so if you need flowers or jewelry… well, a lovely lady like you will never need to buy her own flowers or jewelry, will she?” he said with a bright smile and a playful wink.

  Lisa giggled as she took another drink of her wine. She enjoyed their company, their playful banter, but she couldn’t help but squirm in her seat. The anticipation of what would happen spun in her mind, making her almost dizzy with lust.

  She couldn’t believe how they could both sit there, so pleasantly, eating a casual meal as if it were nothing, when they all knew why she was there.

  She wanted to fuck them.

  She wanted them to cum in her, to be the potential fathers of her children.

  She tightened her thighs and swallowed at the thought, her nipples hardening beneath her bra as she looked between them.

  “You know, Miss Lisa,” said Martin again, that smooth, older voice so calm and in control, “It’s been a long time since I chose to help a woman by fathering her children,” he said, his fingers tracing up along her thigh to the edge of her skirt. “I’m very selective. But you? You stole my breath away the moment I saw you. I just knew I had to help you,” he said.

  All the while Mark sat next to her, eying her with such intense desire, noticing every little thing about her, including the way her nipples poked through her top.

  Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise at Martin, though it quickly shifts into a happy smile.

  “Is that so?” she asked curiously, drawing in her lower lip and nibbling at it gently. She was flattered, and her heart raced faster as she looked at him, eyes demurring towards him.

  Martin gave a delighted smile to her as his fingers probed along the soft, inner flesh of her thighs, that milky skin so smooth and supple to the touch as he neared her more private area betwixt her legs.

  “You’re the most lovely, nubile young beauty to have come amongst us on the island here for as long as I can remember,” Martin said.

  “I always thought you were the hottest in the school,” Mark interjected, eager to have his own say in on the matter.

  It filled her head with such lust, and she writhed against the exploratory hand, her thick legs spreading a little so that his fingers could more easily touch against the fabric of her panties, heart thudding so loud in her chest she was certain they could hear it.

  She looked to Mark with a smile, her nose crinkling a bit as she smiled.

  “You’re both so sweet,” she giggled, taking another sip of her wine.

  She’d had so much of it already, showing little restraint simply because it helped her cut loose, and if she intended on sleeping with the two men anyhow, what’d it matter if she got a little out of control?

  “I know you spent your first night down the hall,” Martin said, his fingers lightly trailing over the outline of her slit, “but a night here and I guarantee you’ll be on your way to being the luckiest mother in town.” His face lit up, smiling at her delightedly beneath his moustache as Mark reached out to take her free hand.

  Her fingers wrapped around his hand, holding him as her hips shifted, body moving a little as she smiled at Martin.

  She thought she’d picked well, the two men. One experienced and calm, the other youthful and excited. Her breathing quickened in her chest as her eyes kept darting between them.

  “I feel lucky,” she admitted, and it was so true, despite the wine, or because of it.

  Martin leaned across the corner of the table and kissed her on the mouth, a soft, moist moment as his tongue lashed against the seam of her lips before sneaking on in. Their two tongues twirling and teasing each other as he carefully teased her little slit below through her panties.

  “Would you like to go into the bedroom?” he asked as they broke their kiss, “Or just bend over this table right now?” So vulgar, so charmingly, casually vulgar like that. He had such calm control, radiated confidence, unlike the younger Mark that squeezed her hand and leaned in to peck at her shoulder.

  Lisa moaned into the kiss, at the words, at everything, and she was so tempted to do just that. To let him take her, right then and there against the dinner table. Her eyes went up to the ceiling as she ground against his hand, her bare shoulder moving closer to Mark, luxuriating in his touch as well.

  “Oh God,” she sighed, biting in her lower lip once she realized how lusty she sounded.

  “Here.” The word spilled out without her permission.

  “I thought as much,” Martin said with a charming smile, standing up from his chair.

  With such careful motions he helped her out of her seat, pulling it away as she stood up. Mark leaned in to steal a kiss of his own from her lips before Martin came back, guided her forward to rest her hands upon the table.

  “We’ll take good care of you the whole night through,” he said, his firm hands hooking into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down, having to peel them from her moist slit then take them down off her feet, one at a time. Then with those older, controlling hands of his, he set her feet apart, splaying her legs.

  “Mark is going to eat your pussy just a little dear,” Martin told her, gesturing for the younger man to come kneel down behind her. “We want you to be nice and primed for what’s to come.”

  She was so obedient, grateful for the guidance and control the older man showed over her. He was just kind, doting, helpful, and she was appreciative as she let her skirt ride up over her full ass and thighs, bared and showing the red, aroused pussy to them both.

  She blushed, though ultimately, as her heart raced, she was filled with such need and desire, her behind wriggling towards Mark. More than anything, she wanted to feel his mouth on her already sweet, wet pussy.

  The young man peeled off his sports jacket and got down on his knees behind her. His two hands found her thighs, and he leaned in, inhaling her feminine scent before he lashed at her folds and tasted her honey.

  The low moan the young man gave was almost as pleasured as her own, Mark relished each lash of his tongue along her slit, and though he was no expert at it, he knew the basics and he worked at her cunny with such enthusiasm and desire, relishing every little lick. Every suckle upon her clit.

  �
�There you go,” Martin said, stroking his hand along her spine on up to her head, brushing her hair aside as he leaned in to place a kiss upon her lips again.

  Every time Mark’s tongue found her, her tongue swept across Martin’s, the three of them working in tandem. It was an erotic dance with three partners, her fingers touching along Martin’s jaw as her hips pushed back towards Mark.

  They were so similar, their respectfulness, their tenderness, their lust for her so apparent. Yet they were different as well. Mark, with his youthful vigor, his desperate desire to please her, and Martin with his slower, more skilled motions as he sought to bring her to a higher plane.

  Both were lovely, though, and she let out a moan of appreciation against Martin’s mouth.

  Martin pet her hair, her back, all as Mark ate her pussy out from behind, his two hands fondling her thighs, moving on up to work at her two perky ass cheeks. He fondled and kneaded her flesh, working her back end even as his tongue licked and teased her clit.

  “Gorgeous girl,” Martin said to her in between smacks of their lips before rising back up, slowly undoing his own tie, removing it, along with his jacket. He smiled down at her. “Pretty girl like you needs to be taken care of properly,” he said, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, showing his dark-haired, but firm and fit chest beneath. He was older than all her other suitors by far, but he was well taken care of, both physically as well as financially it seemed.

  And if this truly were about being bred by the finest and studliest of the men in the town, then she had exquisite taste. Though, honestly, with how eager they all were to please her, it was hard to pretend it was a selfless act. That she didn’t part her legs, pushing her pussy into Mark’s face as her hand reached out for Martin, for his belt, trying to tug him nearer to her.

  Martin came in closer, unbuckling his belt even as her dainty fingers curled about it. He unfurled the leather, pushed it through the hoops and undid the buttons beneath. His pants opened and he tugged down his black boxer-briefs.