Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  I ran my hand over her body, appreciating every little curve of her form, sliding across her taut tummy, then down. I let my thumb dip, teasing her clit as I bucked harder, harder. I could feel my balls slowly beginning to tighten, my loins on fire as I approached my climax. I wanted so bad to blow my load, but I was committed to making her cum first. Or cum right with me.

  “Cum on my dick,” I commanded her. “Cum on it just like you should’ve years ago,” I said in a husky voice, so rough and full of lust.

  She let loose such a moan at the touch, her entire body bucking against me, and her heat only growing at my words. She could barely keep her eyes opened, but she wanted so badly to watch as I impaled her sweet little pussy again and again.

  “Oh God,” she hissed once more, grabbing her breast so hard that flesh dimpled between her fingers, her lips trembling. “God, I want you to knock me up,” she groaned, and those words made her quiver even harder. Apparently they’d sent a prominent jolt of excitement through her, since she didn’t stop.

  “Just breed me like some dumb slut,” she gasped, and another jolt went through her, making her hips buck. “Make me yours.”

  Her enthusiasm – her raw vulgarity – did me in. Oh sure, I had started it, tipped her over the edge with my own dirty talk, but hearing her reciprocate? I lost it. I hammered into her, pounded her body as I let loose such a loud roar of desire. My balls unleashed a fiery pleasant sensation, travelling up my thick, pulsating shaft until I was shooting my thick, creamy load of virile seed deep into her.

  “Take it,” I told her amid my bucking, my hard body tensing and clenching, muscles twitching. I was shooting my cum deep into her as I worked her clit with my thumb so desperately. I needed her to cum with me, wanted it so bad…

  “My little knocked up movie star slut,” I called her upon my groaning, satisfied voice.

  And those words, more than anything, got her to that explosive tipping point. She didn’t hold back, wasn’t a meek little mouse squeaking out her pleasure. Nor was she the all seductive moans and groans as she was on the movie screen.

  No, instead, she was shrieking and writhing, her hair a mess and her face contorted and red.

  She wasn’t holding anything back, not at all, as she gushed along my dick.

  That warm flood of feminine honey across my dick, and running on down over my balls, was so satisfying. Nothing between us, nothing separating our pleasure, nothing in the way. Just my dick, blasting her fertile womb with my cum.

  Ohh, it was so very sweet. The finest moment in my life, better than making the bar, getting promoted at my firm, or winning a big case. Much better than any time I’d fucked a woman before.

  I rocked my hips, milking out every last drop of my cum into her depths as I groaned, reaching a hand up to grasp at her breast and fondle it affectionately.

  “Good girl,” I husked, then repeated it. My hard body glistening before her gaze with a light sheen of perspiration.

  She whimpered and writhed, her mind emptied of all thoughts as she stared in a blissful daze. Her beautiful lips were parted, her hips still grinding against me as little panted breaths escaped her, making her breast jiggle in my hand as her pussy twitched against my sensitive, spent dick.

  We went again, and drank wine until we passed out in a sweaty heap at some point during the night. I awoke the next day, the two of us nude, and laying in bed with the sheets an utter mess. But there she was still… sound asleep and so ravishing.

  She wouldn’t be staying much longer, but I knew I had to have her more. She was flying out that very day, off to another movie shoot. And I wanted to leave her with that baby in her belly.

  I brushed the hair back from her lovely face, and very gingerly – without waking her – I turned her onto her back, and very softly parted her legs. She was damp, I felt it right away as I cupped her sex. And I wasted no time.

  I got up, rock hard with my morning wood, and got between her thighs.

  I moved so slow, pressed to her so gently, she didn’t wake up until I was already pressing down into her and moaning hoarsely.

  “Ah,” she whimpered, not having expected to wake up to a cock impaling her, taking her already in her groggy state, and though she tensed for a second, she instantly stilled. The room stank of sex, her body laced with my scent, and she pressed her firm loins towards me.

  “Alex,” she groaned, without even opening her eyes, and already her body was slickening further for me, responding in such a lewd manner.

  “I’m going to knock you up before you leave this room,” I pledged to her, my voice raw and rough in my early morning state. It added an edge to my words, making them so much harsher, more commanding.

  My hands grasped her legs, fingers sinking into her soft thigh flesh as I began to pump. I stuffed her tight cunt full of my cock, again and again, stretching out her narrow little canal as I moved, making the bed creak beneath us with the motions.

  “My sweet lil’ Clarissa,” I husked appreciatively, the smacks of our bodies together rising up higher, higher.

  She moaned such a beautiful little song, her voice almost purring from the sleep.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, her back arching as she lifted her hips towards me, making me hit her so deeply with that stiff wood. “Fuck, yes.”

  She must have been sore, that pretty little pussy red and swollen, but she didn’t act like it. She was too lusty for me, desperate to take my cock.

  I didn’t take it easy on her, I gave it to her with all I got, pounding her. Wanting to make her remember her time with me for as long as possible, make the sting of our long, repeated rutting linger in her mind as she found out she was pregnant. Make my breeding of her a mark on her flesh as well as her life.

  My dick throbbed inside her, stretching her out as I bent back her legs and made her tits jiggle atop her chest.

  “Fuck, you’re such a gorgeous lil’ beauty, Clarissa. I’m gonna breed you such a beautiful lil’ baby,” I growled.

  Even without me touching that sensitive little clit, she whimpered and a thrill went through her, pussy vibrating around me. My words had such an effect on her, and she bit down on her lower lip to silence a loud scream.

  But she couldn’t stay quiet for long, before she closed her eyes and said such filthy things. “Yea, you better knock me up.” Her legs curved around my ass. “Cum in me nice and deep.”

  The sweet little girl I knew back in high school, now a beautiful movie star, saying such filthy things to me as I tried to knock her up. It was the stuff of boyish dreams.

  I grasped hold of her two hips, lifted her body up off the bed as I pounded away. I put my strength to good use, reminding her of my raw power, hammering in nice and deep as I moaned aloud. Again my hard, ripped abs and pecs glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration, and I groaned loudly.

  “C’mon,” I growled at her. “Milk my dick of every drop of cum… earn my seed, you desperate lil’ slut!”

  She cried out as her pussy muscles tightened around me, so obediently. She was really working for my cum, desperate for it, and her entire body was writhing and bucking as she sought it out. I was seeing her the way no one ever could on the big screen, her hair dishevelled, her face bare of makeup and lighting, absolute pleasure contorting her features. Never would they allow her to be seen so raw, but I committed it to memory, knowing I could relive it again and again.

  She was going to fly out of my life again soon, but not before I shook her world, I determined.

  I looked down across her body, over the soft, supple curves of her feminine form, on down to the place where my hard, muscle-ripped body hammered into her. Those puffy folds of hers swallowing up my cock as I thrust on in, again and again. Hammering away as my balls smacked her ass cheeks, so laden with cum that awaited its chance at knocking her up.

  I didn’t need a picture or video of that to emblazon it in my memory forever. I’d never forget that gorgeous sight. And just seeing it made my dick throb and swell, stret
ching her out.

  “Fuck! I’m gonna cum in this tight lil’ pussy of yours again Clarissa,” I growled out. “And then I’m gonna see you on all the news, swollen with child… and know it’s mine, you desperate lil’ slut.”

  And it was with my words that she screamed, her body spasming against me, pulling towards my own inevitability. Her cries were enough to wake the neighbourhood, as electric fire ripped through her, her body jerking and tightening against mine.

  Her body spasmed and squeezed about me, and I found my thrusts hitting their own ragged end. I was pulled into her tight, fertile body and my dick was drained dry once more. I couldn’t suppress the deep groans, the satisfied grunts as I twitched and bucked, pumping the full load of creamy jism straight into her.

  I was packing a big, thick load of virile seed, and I was dumping it all in as deep as I could, right into her womb. That high was a feeling I could never forget, but seemed impossible to ever hope to match again.

  Especially not as she looked up at me, with a mix of lust, affection, and raw, animal need in her expression. She was spent, but that teasing little smirk, that way she licked her lips...

  I knew she wasn’t going to disappear from my life now.

  I had only just finished reading an article about her. Seeing a picture of her on the award’s show runway, her beautiful black gown swollen by a child in her belly. It was a sight that took me away, reminded me of our time together in that hotel room. Made me pang for her again.

  But before the pang could become sadness, a call came through on my phone.

  “Hello,” I answered simply, not recognizing the number. But then, she never stuck with the same phone for long, not with how paparazzi kept cracking celebrity’s personal devices.

  “I want to see you again. Soon,” she confessed immediately, that voice unmistakable. I couldn’t help but grin.

  The Fertile Beauty Queen

  Book Themes:

  Cuckolding, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, and Public Sex

  Word Count:

  5,122

  My ears were still ringing, but clearly talk still went on around me. Oliver and Sue, my wife, mostly. Sue was very animated, a little red faced and upset at the whole proposition. Which I couldn’t blame her for. Oliver was desperately trying to make his case, but neither of their words were getting through to me.

  Out of us all, it was strangely the two most affected that were quiet. Me and Marisa.

  The neighbour’s wife was a beauty queen. And I don’t mean that glibly, she was literally a beauty queen. Slender but shapely, she was well cut and clearly worked out, with beautiful long, auburn hair and a rack to die for.

  I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of her a few times over the years, mid-coitus, or paused to look out the second story window at her sunbathing in her backyard. But what they’d just proposed?

  It was clear it was her husband’s idea; he was the one defending it to my wife, and Marisa sat, knees together, looking down at her lap with embarrassment.

  At that moment I thought it was absurd, never gonna happen.

  Funny how things can turn out.

  It took some convincing to get my wife on board. She was, after all, the mother of my two children. We’d been together for over ten years, and had no real hitches in our love life. But those qualities were what the neighbours were after.

  I was a fit man, successful in my business, and clearly virile with my two kids. Hell, it took too much of our energy just trying to prevent more from happening. Now I was expected to turn back the clock.

  The offer of money helped convince my wife, but more so was that powerful desire she had to let me call the shots. And getting paid five grand to knock up the beauty queen next door was not the kind of deal any normal man turns down. Once she’d calmed down, she gave her consent.

  Fantasy is one thing though. Actually going through with it though? That was another.

  The day came when I was to start, Oliver was gone on some excuse to be away from the house no doubt, and my own wife was away with the kids to a football game. That left me to waltz on over on that warm, sunny day to seal the deal.

  It was all planned of course, hell, down to the details: I’d come fuck her three times a day. This was just the first planned, on a nice sunny morning.

  I dressed nice, but not too nice. A white polo that hugged my own well-toned chest, and a pair of black jeans.

  Her though?

  Seems her task for the morning was more sunbathing in the backyard, so when she came to the door, she was glistening and oh so ravishing.

  Her tight, white bikini clung to her tanned body, her sculpted abs and large breasts. I was certain they had to be implants on size alone, but it was so hard to tell with the talent of surgeons nowadays.

  Her blonde hair was bleached, and her lips were bright pink as she smiled at me.

  “Hey, Perry,” she said as she stepped aside, letting me into her home. It was almost exactly like mine except for the furniture and art that adorned the walls, erotic black and white images that were more sensual than anything else.

  “How’re ya doing, Marisa?” I asked, trying to play it all as casual as I could, not make it any more awkward than need be. Though truth be told my dick was already swelling in my pants, not just at the prospect of fucking such a gorgeous woman as Marisa, but at being able to plant my seed in her.

  Sure, I had kids and didn't want to raise anymore myself, but this was different. I’d knock Marisa up, and then what came after would be none of my responsibility.

  Just $5,000, sitting in my bank, ready for me to blow it on whatever I wanted.

  After I blew my load in her, of course.

  She lowered her eyes to the ground to hide that smile, and she was so endearing when she blushed. She’d always traipsed around the neighbourhood, high and mighty, but here I was, rendering her to school girl status.

  It felt good.

  “Did you want anything?” she asked, and maybe she had the same thought as me. That it’d have been less awkward for our first time if it were later, if there were champagne and darkness to hide in.

  Yet something in me relished this early morning tryst, and starting my day off by relieving what had already began as a rather stiff bit of early morning wood.

  “Nah I’m good,” I said simply and reached out, placing my hand on her arm to rub it smoothly. It was the most casual way I could find to first touch her, initiate that bit of contact, and I left my hand on her, feeling that incredibly soft, smooth skin. I don’t know what she used, but whatever it was, it beat the hell out of my wife’s moisturizers, because she felt like heaven.

  She shut the door behind them, clicking the lock shut. She clearly didn’t want to be disturbed.

  Taking a step in, her head bobbed towards the stairs. “Our—” she stopped herself. “My bedroom is just up here.”

  Of course I knew that. The master bedrooms in this subdivision were all in more or less the same place.

  Her bare feet lightly compressed in the carpet as she turned away from me, beginning to lead up the stairs and giving me a fantastic view of the curves of her firm ass as she walked upwards.

  I had no idea how it was going to go, but I hoped I’d eventually get a chance to grab hold of those cheeks from behind as I plowed into her. As I stared at those two perfectly round mounds, there was nothing I wanted more.

  When we got upstairs, I discovered their bedroom was set up like a young girl’s version of a beautiful marital bedroom. With a large canopy bed, with white drapes about it, and delightfully antique adornments around the room. She clearly was even more of a sweetheart inside than she appeared, living out an adorable fantasy of married life in her bedroom.

  There was no point in wasting time, not if we were gonna be screwing three times a day for a while. And so I started things off by pulling my polo up over my head, revealing my toned, hairy chest and abs. As she turned and saw me, that look she gave seemed to indicate she thought
I was a little more impressive than her usual. Her husband.

  The way she took in the corner of her lip, nibbling down on it so seductively as her head tilted to the side. Those bleached blonde waves curled down over her tanned skin, a full length mirror off to the side reflecting that perfect ass back at me.

  She took in a deep breath, letting go of her lower lip with a pop as she looked me up and down.

  “Do you... have a preference?” she asked, as if she, the beauty queen with the rocking body, was actually nervous about pleasing me!

  “We’ll start with it from behind,” I suggested so helpfully, though really my mind was on that ass of hers, and it seemed the perfect opportunity to grab a hold of those two cheeks and make ‘em rock before my eyes. “Y’know, ease into things,” I said with a smile as I undid my pants and slowly let my gaze trail over her, up and down.

  She was one stunning woman, there was no denying it. Thank god for sterile next door neighbours.

  She nodded so obediently. It was going to be the easiest five grand I ever made. It was especially obvious as she tilted her head forward, both hands going up to bring her curls to either side of her shoulders, freeing her back and neck from the stray hairs as she tugged her swimsuit top’s string. It fell forward, but she stopped it before it fully revealed her breasts.

  Not that she really had to show me the goods. That wasn’t part of the deal. I just had to knock her up, but I’d accept this.

  Her left hand held up her bikini top, that sparkling diamond ring still prominently on her finger as her right hand went behind her, tugging upon the lower bow. Then there was no stopping it. The white bikini top shrank in upon itself, and her large breasts were revealed.

  I knew, instantly, they couldn’t have been fake. They were firm, sure, but they still had that trademark teardrop of natural breasts as they rested atop her ribs. All the while as she looked at me nervously.