Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “Isn’t it obvious, Blake?” she asked me, and no, it wasn’t. Not to me, at the least.

  She must have saw my confusion, because she took in a deep breath and ran her finger down over the lapel of my tuxedo.

  “No man has stood by me like you have,” she said, her voice lowering. “And I want us to be linked forever.”

  I wasn’t sure how to take that. Her words struck a certain chord with me. I’d long been into her, but never thought the feelings were returned. So I found myself looking at her rather wide-eyed and confused for just a moment.

  “You’re a unique woman,” was all I could say, shaking my head in disbelief for a moment. “On your wedding day, you want to link us together… forever? One man not enough?” I said, taunting her just a little, but really, I got it. I did.

  “We like different people for different reasons, right?” she said with a little half smirk. “And I couldn’t get knocked up before my wedding. What would people say? But... I want you first.” She licked over her lips, tasting the sweet strawberry gloss before she pushed her mouth to mine and shared it.

  Our tongues intertwined, the two moist muscles entangling, lashing at one another as my arms went around her. I wasn’t as careful of her intricate dress as I should have been, I know that. But it was hard to care when finally I was able to unleash my desires for her.

  My strong hands roamed over her back, felt her bare skin as my palms went down, down, to cup her pert rear and squeeze. Feeling her supple flesh as I enjoyed the moment, savouring the taste of her lips, the flavour of her kiss.

  My cock was already stiffening excitedly, throbbing through my fine black pants as I pulled her into me, crushing the white frills with my eagerness for her.

  She didn’t protest at me crinkling her elaborate gown, or the way I was touching her so brazenly. This was, after all, her idea. It had just been my suggestion she wear the dress as an added little... what? A fuck you to Ken?

  Or just an additional thrill for myself?

  It didn’t matter. Whatever the reason, it worked and made my dick thick with desire as she made out with me, pressing her sweet little tongue in against mine as if she were starving.

  We kissed for so long, and I was just ravenous for her. My hands slowly began to bunch up the dress, gathering up its frilly mass as I so desperately wanted to feel the bare flesh beneath.

  My long held dream of fucking Juliet was about to come true, I knew that, I felt no hesitation in her. I just wanted to make good on it, to feel her around me in that carnal manner I’d fantasized about so much.

  Our lips broke, moist and glistening.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were little,” I confessed, my voice a little gruff in my excitement.

  She made a soft whimper as I spoke, her voice going lusty and filled with honey.

  “I didn’t know how bad I wanted you until I got engaged.”

  And the words might have stung, if they didn’t sound like they were filled with such primal need. Marrying her wasn’t something I wanted so much as just... something more. This. Touching her, feeling her, hands travelling over her body as our mouths intertwined once more.

  I gathered up her dress skirts enough to reach in under, to place my hands on her ass cheeks, feel the pert and supple ivory flesh, the edge of her lacy panties, the rim of her stockings beneath. I fondled at her flesh, let my fingers knead and luxuriate in that long lusted-for rear of hers.

  “Well… I can give you a special wedding gift for the occasion,” I said to her, licking my lips with such excitement as my dick throbbed, pulsating with blood that flooded the thick shaft.

  She felt even better than she looked, her skin so soft, her ass so firm.

  “I need you too,” she breathed out, her voice so low and tinged with lust. “I need you to fill me up with your cum.”

  She licked over her lips, then pressed them back to mine, deeper and harder this time as she ground into me.

  We kissed again for so long, our mouths and tongues enmeshed, my two greedy palms groping and squeezing at her ass cheeks until finally, at long last, I could take no more.

  I broke away, breathing heavily as our chests rose and fell rapidly.

  “Turn around, bend over the dresser,” I commanded her, holding up her dress skirts behind her as I eagerly awaited what was to come. My eyes widening as I got to see her ass once more, so perfectly round and delightful.

  We didn’t have a lot of time, but I still wanted to make it last, to make it count. She went to the dresser, the mirror reflecting her beautiful face and smudged lipstick as she watched me. She pulled the heavy skirt from my hand, lifting it up and up until it was slung across the low of her back, her pussy hidden behind the white lace, her garter clinging to her thigh.

  She was so petite, her body toned and gorgeous, and she wiggled her ass at me a little.

  I couldn’t help myself, I really couldn’t, and maybe I should’ve felt bad about it, but I smacked her ass cheek, nice and hard. A slap across her pale little rear, leaving an imprint of my hand on her pert cheek as I made it tremble before me.

  She squeaked her shock, but honestly, she didn’t sound pissed. At least not as pissed as she should have, with the way I was marking her up right before her wedding.

  “Damn you’re gorgeous, Juliet,” I said to her in a low growl, and I reached on down, curling my finger into her panties to tug the lace garment aside. I brushed my digit against her soft little labia before I saw them, that perfect little flower of hers, so delightful and wet. There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck that cunt.

  “Blake,” she whispered so delicately. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she confessed, trembling against my hand. “I want you now. I can’t wait.”

  Her words were filled with as much sincerity as lust, and I watched her lick her lips in the mirror.

  I wanted nothing more than to slide on in and feel her tight little pussy, but I reached down and rubbed two of my fingers over her slit instead. I savoured the feel of that velvety little snatch, the slick moisture so sticky against my fingers. I revelled in the feel of her dampness, teased her stiff little clit and prodded my fingers into that tight little hole, feeling my dick jump at just how tight she was.

  All the while she wriggled and writhed against me, and I was watching her face contort in the mirror. Eyes closed, lips dropped open, a slight flush coming to her cheeks... It was amazing to be able to see that as well as her sweet, swollen pussy as it kissed my fingers.

  “Alright,” I said at last, sliding my fingers out and suckling the tips, tasting her honey before I began to undo my belt and open my pants, letting that thick, throbbing slab of cock meat spring out and slap against her cheeks.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered, pressing her hips towards me. She wanted me so bad she could hardly contain in. There was no lying, not with how I could see every expression on her face.

  Not to brag, but my dick was big. I mean, real big. And seeing it pressed up against her two pale, pert ass cheeks only made it look all the larger. I ground myself against her, rocking my hips and feeling her two cheeks squeeze about the veiny girth of my shaft, until I couldn’t take anymore.

  “I need to be inside you,” I growled out, sliding down the thick tip between her ass cheeks, until it was nestled far enough down against her puffy little pussy. I didn’t wait, though. My patience had run out, and so I merely pushed forward, thrusting my dick down deep into her slick little canal, feeling that narrow cunt stretch wide to accommodate my girth. I pulled that slit of hers taut about my meat as I let loose such a deep, gruff moan.

  “Blake!” she cried out loud, her head tilting back as she arched her spine, and I watched her expression change from shock, to lust, to that little tiny wince of pain as I hit too deep. It was sweet perfection, and her slender body took me all in, even though it looked so obscene.

  Her tits heaved beneath her wedding gown, her lips parted as she let out little gasps of pleasure.

  I
savoured every little thing about her for as long as I could, and then I began to tug back. Those tight little cunny lips of hers pulling at me in return, clenching my dick and seeming to haul me back inside her. It made it so hard to resist filling the air with my moans as I bucked my hips and pumped sweet Juliet full of my cock. Again and again I thrust forward, smacking into her pert ass cheeks as I sent her reeling against the dresser.

  All the while, watching her face as she moaned my name, filled with such appreciation for my thick dick. It was sweet to be able to watch her like this, and her hips pressed back against mine aggressively.

  “I used to,” she whimpered, “think of you, when I touched myself in the bath,” she confessed.

  I rewarded her with such a hard, passionate thrust. I made that lavish wedding gown flounce with each push of my hips. I hammered myself into her nice and deep, marking her mine right there on her wedding day, the two of us making so much noise in that tucked-away room.

  “I’d beat it to thoughts of your prissy lil’ ass and tits,” I growled out to her in return, breathing heavier as I began to build up a tempo, making those cheeks ripple before me with the motions of our fucking.

  Her body thrummed at my words, a deep chill of pleasure going through her.

  “Oh God...” Her eyes fluttered up, and I could tell she was trying to picture it, to imagine him jerking off to thoughts of her.

  “I wanted to tell you,” she managed out, her breathing so much harder and her voice lustier. “I wanted you so bad, but I didn’t want to fuck up the friendship.”

  Call it a reward for her confession, or a punishment for her wrong decision, but I hammered into her so hard then. Pounded her up against the dresser, my cock throbbing, swelling up with desire as my head filled with thoughts of her and I, pining for each other. Dick hard, pussy wet, but only now meeting up as they should’ve so long ago.

  “Should’ve come to me so much sooner,” I growled out, looking down, to see the sight of my ruddy cock, bulging with thick veins, pumping in and out, glistening with her slick honey. I couldn’t contain my excitement, and the loud slap of my balls to her clit resounded through the room.

  She wanted me to knock her up, but I wanted to enjoy this. To take my time, to make her really want to come back for more. My hips rocked, my hand trailing down between her bare shoulder blades. I felt her warm skin out, her body slamming back into mine as she let out a long moan.

  God, she sounded so sweet, just like the girl I’d first fallen for.

  “Blake!” she cried out, body arching against my touch, her hands barely holding her aloft.

  She was groaning and her body pulsing with such heat as her heart raced, and I could see such unleashed pleasure on her expression.

  The long years of pining for her — and she for me! — were broiling up at long last, and my hands grasped her hips, fingers and thumbs sinking into her pert flesh before I started to let my hands wander. I reached up, sunk my digits into Juliet’s breasts, felt the supple flesh of those pale, milky mounds and luxuriated in them. She was absolutely exquisite.

  There was no finer girl out there for me than her, and I had her at last, if only for a moment. I could feel my dick swelling, harder than it’d ever been because I was fucking her, and not some runner-up.

  I grunted, moaned out her name as we fucked against the dresser, seeing every heavenly expression upon her face. The way my greedy hands ravenously groped at her tits over her dress.

  I thought back to prom, when she and the jock she was dating at the time had won, the way she’d looked at me with a soft little smile. A smile that had more meaning, now. A smile that hid those feelings so well, made me believe that it would never be me on her arm, never be me in her bed.

  And now, here I am, fucking her on her wedding day, raw, so recklessly. She wanted a baby, my baby, and I promised I’d breed her. That I’d pump her full of enough cum that there’d be no question who the daddy is.

  She pushed back into me, her mouth opened as she cried out against my touch, everything about her looking less refined and yet somehow more perfect as she rammed her ass into my hips.

  I couldn’t contain myself, the physical joy of being inside her, of feeling those tight walls cling to my manhood. The emotional joy of knowing that she’d wanted me… of knowing that when I came I’d be planting her first child in her womb.

  I moaned aloud, hard and noisily. The room shook with our motions, and I took a final look at her gorgeous face, her stunning tits, then closed my eyes. I could feel all the sensations of that slick canal over my shaft, the thick veins rubbing against her inner walls…

  My balls began to tighten and I was barreling towards my climax as I hammered into her, squeezing her hip and breast as I raced towards that precipice.

  She could obviously feel I was getting close. I could tell by the way her breathing changed, her moans becoming more prolonged as she ground against me.

  My balls slapped against her throbbing clit, and each time it sent a spark through her until the fire finally took, and she screamed. There was no way it couldn’t have been heard down the hall with how loudly she cried out, her entire body shivering and trembling.

  Her hands wrapped around the edge of the desk harder, trying to hold her up as she rocked and jerked.

  Then as her cunny spasmed, clenching me so tight, I let loose a roar of my own, my body following after hers. I pounded my dick into her erratically until at last, I hilted inside her warm, wet depths and I loosed all the creamy seed I’d built up in waiting for that moment. It was the most intense sensation of my life, blowing my virile load into my best friend’s fertile pussy. Right on her wedding day.

  I gasped and bucked as strand after strand of the thick seed lanced into her depths, filling her womb and making her mine. I’d waited for that moment for so very long, fantasized all about it, but nothing approached the reality of knocking up my best friend on her wedding day.

  That sigh of pleasure, there couldn’t have been music sweeter than that. She was filled with my seed, and it was bliss for her. Never had I seen her face look more serene and filled with love, affection.

  She blinked her eyes back open, a bit surprised to find her reflection staring back at her, before she smiled up at me.

  Then she caught sight of the digital clock in the background, looking over her shoulder at it with a gasp.

  “The wedding’s in fifteen minutes!”

  We were in a rush then, and I plucked my still hard cock from her cunt, leaving her to drool my creamy spunk before she tugged her panties back over the moist gash of her pussy, locking it within her. I helped her lower her gown down around her, getting it back into place as she tried to tidy herself up, our fucking leaving her a little disheveled and far from the elaborately put-together princess bride that had entered my room.

  “You gotta go,” I told her as I did up my pants.

  “My parents are going to kill me,” she said, but there wasn’t an ounce of regret there. She pushed her lips to mind as she pushed some of her brown hair back into her bun, standing up straight. She had a healthy glow to her cheeks, and though her lipstick had completely disappeared, she looked so happy.

  Because of me.

  Seeing her walk up the aisle, drooling my seed down her inner thighs was quite the experience, and I’ll never forget it. Though even sweeter than seeing her get married with a cum-filled pussy, was what came later.

  A few months after, when her honeymoon was over and she was back to town, we got together. And seeing the swell of her pregnant belly and breasts brought such a smile to my face, even if it shouldn’t have surprised me.

  And even better was how affectionate she was, how dotingly she touched my legs, how much of a glow she had to her cheeks. She was radiant, and when she tugged my hand towards the bed of the unseemly hotel, wriggling out of her jeans, I knew that I’d be seeing much, much more of Juliet over the months.

  Though the sweetest moment of all was when she guided my h
and to her swollen belly, let me feel the life within and leaned in to softly whisper in my ear.

  “It’s yours, for sure,” then pulled back, gnawing upon her pink lower lip as her eyes glittered with delight.

  Daisy

  The Fertile Farm

  Book Themes:

  Virgin, Barely Legal, Older Man, Younger Woman, Creampie, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  6,092

  When my pa told me I was gonna be workin’ at his friend’s farm over yonder past the hills, I was downright excited! I mean, I know it might not sound like much, takin’ on a job to go milk cows and tend chickens for an older fella, but farm life gets fearsome dull, I’ll tell ya.

  Going from lookin’ after our own cows and chickens to another farm’s was actually an excitin’ change of pace. And no, it ain’t just ‘cause of how borin’ it all sounds. Thing was, at our farm I answered to my ma, who kept a watch over me through every lil’ task. Here I was, old enough to be off on my own, and still bein’ tended to like I was a child by my ma and pa.

  Workin’ over at Mister Avery’s farm was a chance for some independence, y’know? I could finally get to do things my own way some, I reckoned. Mr. Avery was a close friend of my pa’s, but he was always real sweet with me, not the pushy kind, so I figured he’d not be like my ma and be ridin’ me for every lil’ thing.

  But hey, I ain’t as dull as all that either. You wanna know the truth of the matter? Somethin’ I’d never admit to anyone? Well... Mr. Avery was older’n me by a long shot, but he was damn handsome too. And livin’ out in the middle of farm country, with fewer neighbours than family, and the closest of ‘em bein’ ages away, handsome men were in short supply.

  Don’t go gettin’ the wrong impression of me though, that was just a secret lil’ confession between you and me. I was a downright chaste girl, and I never did sully no Sunday school by bein’ naughty with the boys out back like a certain few other girls I could mention.