Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “If I were younger, sweetie… I’d do whatever it took to win your heart,” he declares, licking his lips.

  It’s so strange, the contrast of feeling so utterly relaxed, and at the same time, so desperately horny. I tug up my sweater, giving him access to my bare back, but I can’t stop from writhing slightly as he massages me. Part of it is just him hitting tense muscles, but mostly it’s just my need to have something touch against my pussy and calm that throbbing sensation down.

  Maybe I can just sneak my hand down for a second and press into my cunny. Maybe that’d be enough for it to stop pulsing with every hard beat of my heart.

  “Daddy,” I moan as he rubs a knot out of my back, “You could have anyone you want. You’re not too old.”

  “Ohh, if only that were true,” he said to me with a hint of playfulness to his voice. But that seeps away, and he sounds oh so lusty and serious as he rubs lower again, down towards my hips and ass cheeks. “The one girl I want is strictly off limits, sweetie,” he says, his thumbs trailing over the smooth, round swell of my rear. “And no other girl will do,” he rumbles out.

  Is he really saying what I want him to say?

  I feel like I’m almost going to pass out as my head swoons hard, and my entire body starts to hum with excitement. Does he want me as bad as I want him?

  I glance over my shoulder, watching as he stares at my ass, his hands working over it, careful of the bruising flesh. He looks so intent, so needful, and so I dare myself to do it. I snake one of my hands beneath my stomach, working down until my fingertips find the seam of my panties and dip beneath it, over my shaved mons before my middle finger finally finds my clit. I press upon it subtly, but it does nothing to relieve my tension, just ignites it further.

  And he watches.

  Just watches.

  Doesn’t look away. Doesn’t scold me. Doesn’t stop rubbing my flesh. He bites his lower lip and watches my fingers rub my pussy through my panties.

  “There’s only one girl left in this world for me,” he rumbles again lowly, and I can see then - just barely! - the thick swelling of a bulge in his jeans. “Here,” he says, tugging down my yoga pants further, getting them down to my ankles as he rubs at my thighs, helping part them wider.

  I turn my head so that I’m staring at the arm rest. I can’t look at him as I touch myself, no matter how much I want to. It takes everything out of me not to stare at his crotch, to fantasize about unzipping his jeans and riding him, but I’m not strong enough.

  It’s everything I can do just to keep from trembling as I play with my clit as he forces my legs open wider. I know he can see my pussy. My panties are red mesh, completely see through, and I want him to see what he’s done to me.

  I hear his breathing getting heavier, and he gives a deep shuddering sigh as he tries to control himself.

  “You look so damn good baby,” he says. “And you really know how to dress for the holidays,” he says, stroking his thumbs over my ass cheeks and then openly kneading them as he presses them apart, staring at my little show through those see-through panties. “I was dreaming all year I’d get you beneath my tree for Christmas,” he says, his voice devolving into a low growl.

  I’ve never had a man watch me as I played with myself, and certainly not him. The one man that truly makes me want him. And his comment earlier about wanting to have a bunch of kids...

  God, what would it be like if he knocked me up?

  The thought makes me moan as my back arches and I dip my fingers lower, teasing over my soaking wet pussy lips.

  “You like this?” I ask, and I’m surprised how slutty I sound.

  The fire crackles a few feet away and he licks his lips, giving a low, husky ‘mmmhmmm’ in response to my question. Those big, strong hands of his keeping my round ass cheeks pried apart wide as he stares down at that red thong and my toying.

  “I’d like it a little better if…” and he trails off, but when he hooks his index finger in beneath my thong between my cheeks, and tugs it aside, exposing the fullness of my little wet pink slit, there’s no doubt as to what the ‘if’ was.

  “There we go,” he husks out with a relieved sigh. “Prettiest flower I’ve ever seen.”

  He’s looking at my pussy. This is so wrong. It’s so dirty! And I just want more.

  “Why don’t you...” I inhale. Am I really saying this? “Why don’t you touch me, daddy?”

  “That’d be wrong baby,” he says, and I feel disappointment fill me. But despite his words, he doesn’t hold back. As if his hands were operating of their own accord, he slides his thumb on down, and before I know it I feel my own daddy touching my slit, tracing along that slick seam, feeling the glistening honey as he heads towards my sensitive little clit.

  “Ohhh fuck honey, every little part of you is the prettiest, sexiest…” he growls out with such barely repressed male desire.

  I can’t believe it! It’s like a powerful drug coursing through me, and I lift my hips, pushing my pussy desperately into his hand. It’s not enough for him to just touch me a little. I want more.

  I need more!

  “You feel so good,” I gasp, and I turn, glancing at him, seeing that rapt look of delight on his face. It’s so wrong, but he wants it. He wants me!

  At that he stops, and I panic. Is it all over? Did I blow it? Is he having second thoughts?!

  But no, he’s reaching down, pulling my pants off entirely, leaving only my long red stockings on as he leans in and kisses my round cheek before rising up again.

  “You’re my little Christmas miracle, Trixie,” he says, before he starts to unbutton his plaid shirt, showing off the thick, darkly haired chest beneath, so ripped with hard, bulging muscles.

  I shift, sitting up for a second as I strip off my sweater, leaving me in a matching see-through bra, my nipples so stiff they almost hurt. My ass is still throbbing with a dull pain that is all but forgotten as I look at my dad taking off his shirt. And then my eyes drop to that throbbing package hidden by his jeans, and I wonder if I could dare.

  I lean forward, finding his belt buckle as I look up at him. We maintain eye contact as I unbuckle his belt, my fingers then pressing the button through the denim.

  “I want you to be my first, daddy. My only.”

  His eyes fill with such a smoldering passion as he looks down on me, and he strips off his shirt entirely, showing off those broad, chiseled shoulders, the trail of dark hair leading down his abs to his treasure of a manhood.

  “Your first?” he growls out in surprise as I get his belt undone and see the thick bulge of his cock now only separated from me by the cotton of his boxer-briefs. “Fuck baby, I need you,” he says so forcefully and he pushes down his underwear, letting that huge, beefy shaft spring out before my eyes.

  His cock is so huge and long, with just the right amount of curve to it until it comes to its thick, glistening purple crown.

  I glance up at him, then back at his cock, uncertain of what to do but stare at that gorgeous tool. My breathing is so fast, and I lick my lips as I reach out to lightly touch it.

  “Did you mean what you said about wanting a bunch of kids?”

  “I want as many as you’ll bear, Trixie,” he growls, and he grabs me with those thick arms of his, bulging biceps squeezing me as he presses his lips to mine in a deep, passionate kiss. And we’re locked like that as his hard cock pulsates between us, throbbing with such intense desire until we can’t take it anymore, and we part enough for him to grope at me with those rough hands of his, feeling my breasts, my sides.

  “I’ve never been with a man,” I say between kisses, between our passionate touches. I don’t know what I’m doing, I just want to feel him all over me. Inside of me! “I don’t know what to do.”

  “I’ll handle everything,” he says, something he’d told me so many times before, but which now has a tinge of dirtiness to it.

  He grasps my hips, then scoops me up and takes me into his thick arms. He lays me down upon the thic
k fur rug before the fire, the heat of the flames washing over me as he gets there with me. His strong hands guide my legs apart, splaying open my thighs as he rubs his long fingers against my soft inner thigh flesh. His gentle but strong pressure makes me spread eagle so widely before he gets down, kissing his way along my legs in towards my flowered pussy.

  I feel so vulnerable in just my socks, panties and bra, with his breath washing over my sex, but it’s so right, even though it’s so wrong. I want to know what his mouth feels like against my lower lips, to know what his stubble feels like against my sensitive inner thighs.

  Those strong hands pin my legs back and then it all becomes a reality!

  He kisses me plush upon my pussy, tasting my honeyed slit as he lashes his tongue out over me. The full length of my virginal cunt all his, again and again he tongues me. The end of each tongue lashing a swirl about my sensitive clit, and he’s bringing me to such a boiling point.

  Looking down I see him, those powerful shoulders bunched and bulging, all that raw power and strength coiled up as he restrains himself to devour me, to eat me out with such forceful motions of his tongue.

  The lights of the tree and along the hearth, the roaring fire, all seeks to illuminate our bodies as they meet in such a forbidden way. We couldn’t confess to anyone what happens here tonight, the lusts that boiled over in both of us.

  And when his tongue swirls around my clit, I grip the bearskin rug, my hips lifting towards him slightly.

  “I’ve dreamed of this so often, daddy,” I admit, my fingers finding the clasp of my bra and undoing it. I toss the bra aside, my hands both going to my large breasts, tweaking on my nipples. “Have you thought of fucking me before?”

  A low rumble rises up out of his chest, sending a vibrating thrill through my sensitive clit as he tongues me. But then he breaks away long enough to look me in the eyes, that dark gaze of his filled with such passion.

  “Every night, every morning… every time I had to beat my cock to make the urges simmer down,” he growls before diving back in, eating me out with such a fervor, and I could tell he was intensely committed to getting me off.

  His words strike through me like lightening, and seconds later, I feel a pressure building up in my clit that only his constant lashing could release.

  But when he kisses my clit, suckling on it so eagerly, the world ignites in song. Little angels start singing on my shoulders as the pleasure rips through my body, making me scream out my pleasure. My fingers tighten on my stiffened nipples and I tug them eagerly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me.

  And all through it my daddy keeps me locked in place, lashing against my over-sensitive little clit, easing me down from that high as I watch his back ripple with corded muscle. Until finally, he relents, and rises up, gasping for breath and licking at his honey coated lips.

  He wipes around his mouth and looks at me with such fire, almost pouncing over me as that stiff cock of his throbs with such a steely hardness, pointed right for my pussy.

  “I need to claim you baby,” he growls out, grasping one of my breasts in his hand, kneading it with such desire. “I want you to take my seed, be my new wife, and give me all the children we could ever dream of,” he says, taking hold of his cock with his one hand, wielding that thick, long tool down, teasing my sopping wet slit.

  It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt, especially as an aftershock of delight goes through me when he presses his swollen head to my clit.

  I moan at his words, at his desire, and I look up at him with lust in my eyes.

  “Take me, daddy,” I plead, my hand going to his ass and digging my fingernails into his firm flesh. “Fuck me like you’ve dreamed about.”

  As I grip that rock hard ass of his, he slowly sinks down. His eyes are locked with mine the whole while, and we stare into each other's souls as we take that plunge into what’s oh so wrong and oh so right.

  His broad jaw locks and he lets loose a lewd, low groan as his cock spears down into me slowly, stretching my tight little pussy wide to accommodate his girth. More and more it stretches me out as he throbs with such desire.

  I’m so turned on that he’s able to slide inside me, take my virginity with minimal pain, and my calves wrap around his ass, slowly pulling him deeper inside. There’s no condom between us, just as it should be, and I gasp when he finally hilts within me.

  “We’re so bad,” I moan, but my legs keep him locked deep within me.

  He gives a low, gravelly moan and I feel him pulse within me as he takes it slow, easing me into it. But those thick muscles of his aren’t going to remain idle long, and he rises back up, his cock slipping out, coated with my glistening honey as my labia cling to him.

  “I don’t care,” he growls, “I need to fuck you, sweetie.”

  And I can see that need in his eyes, that smoldering passion, that feeling of lust as his cock pulses and throbs inside me, filling me up so intensely as he starts to pump into my fertile depths.

  I arch my back as he starts to really fuck me, relinquishing power to him. He feels so damn good! We shouldn’t be doing this, and yet it’s the one thing I want most in the world.

  “Knock me up,” I beg, biting down on my lower lip as his hips pump between my legs. “Oh God, Daddy, you feel so good. Fuck. Don’t stop!”

  He builds up momentum, his heavy cum-laden balls smacking against my ass noisily as he plunges down again and again. He’s grunting and moaning, and I can see his thick muscles glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.

  “Ohh baby, you’re fucking pussy feels so good… the best…” he says with a shudder, pounding me down into the fur rug harder, more savagely, losing all control as he claims me with such wild animal vigor.

  Parts of me ache, but all of me feels alive. Like for the first time since I moved out, things are finally happening the way they should.

  “You’re gonna make me yours?” I ask, my voice sounding so foreign with its arousal. “Make me all yours?”

  “Forever and ever baby!” he says. “You’re mine now,” and he makes it so, pushing up his chest as he pounds down harder, and I feel his cock thicken, bulge and stretch me open wider. He hammers harder, faster, striking into me with such a perfect angle until…

  I feel all that pleasure and intensity begin to bubble over again.

  “Cum on daddy’s cock baby, do it,” he growls so demandingly. “Cum for me and daddy’ll knock you the fuck up!”

  His words are so crass, yet instantly I obey, bringing my fingers to that throbbing bud just above his cock, rubbing it in time to his thrusts. I’m still perched on the edge and so sensitive, and almost instantly I buckle over, my entire body seizing up and then releasing all my warm juices on his cock.

  My cries fill the air of the large house, and he pounds me through it, again and again that thick, throbbing dick fills me, even as I gush around him. And then it happens, he lets loose a sudden, shaking moan.

  “Take it baby,” he chants, “take all of daddy’s cum like a good girl!” and he grasps my ass, hoisting it just right as he lets loose all he has with a mighty roar. Thick gouts of creamy seed shoot from his cock as he fucks me bareback, streams of his cum filling me up as our sweaty bodies tangle before the fire.

  “Fuuuck, you’re mine, all mine!” he bellows, draining every last drop from his loins.

  He’s holding me pinned to his body, my legs dangling at his side as he fills me with his seed. I lose track of time as we catch our breath, pinned together like that. He grinds within me, as if wanting to make sure that there’s no risk of me not getting knocked up, and I shudder with ecstasy.

  He wraps his arm in under my back, holding me suspended over the rug as he eyes me with such love and affection. No shame in his gaze as we lay in the fire light, basking in our post-coital bliss.

  “You’re so beautiful sweetie. The best Christmas present I could ever ask for is to have you back...” he says, his voice gravelly and hoarse. “Much better than a s
imple stocking stuffer,” he adds with a playful grin.

  The heat of the fire fills the entire home, the smell of gingerbread cookies cooking in the kitchen making everyone’s mouth water.

  I slap the hand of our oldest, Jacob, to get him from touching the hot pan.

  “Hey you, get out of here and go help daddy with the lights,” I say with a playful swat on the bottom.

  “Can I help him with the lights?” asks Juliet, and I give her a smile and a nod. “Of course sweetheart. Go on. But send Anthony in here. You know how he loves helping mommy with the dishes.”

  “Oh-kay,” she grins before running out into the living room. A few minutes later, our middle child joins me and I help him up on the chair in front of the sink.

  “Alley-up!” he says playfully before touching a hand to my swollen belly. “How much longer ‘til my new sister’s here, mommy?”

  “Another little bit yet,” I say, the sound of the kids and their dad — my daddy — just in the other room. All in all, there’s five of us, and another baby on the way. But every Christmas, my husband and I always like to do something special by the fire. Something that has to wait until after the kids go to bed.

  “Mommy, how did you and daddy meet?” Anthony asks innocently, his hands still on my belly.

  I pat his dark hair, giving him a sly wink. “That’s a long story. How about we worry about these Christmas dishes, first?”

  Professor’s Pet

  Book Themes:

  Teacher/Student, May/December Relations, Risky Sex, Breeding, and Barely Legal

  Word Count:

  6,341

  Brittany sat anxiously at her desk. It was the last day of school for the year before exams began, her eighteenth birthday behind her. Yet she knew things didn’t look good. Whether she passed or failed entirely rested upon her performance on the exams, and she was just awful at them. Awful at the assignments too, for that matter. In fact, about the only thing she was good at was attendance.