Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  It was mere moments before we were toppling over onto the big, king sized bed. That strong, hard body of his over me, my hands running along his broad shoulders. The swell and throb of his manhood against my cunny and lower belly as he lifted a knee and loomed over me as our lips smacked moistly.

  I didn’t want to tell him I was still a virgin and give him cause to stop or slow down, but at the same time, I was a little worried. Would it hurt?

  But those thoughts were quickly swept away as his hand cupped my breast, squeezing it firmly and not treating it like a radio dial. He was paying attention to the whole mound, and that just brought my arousal to the next level.

  “Fuck me,” I begged him, my voice low with lust.

  His lips moved from mine, making their way on down my neck as I arched it out to the side. He undid his shirt all the while, so that his white cotton top came undone, and his dark tanned flesh was bare for my wandering hands to appreciate. To feel the smooth skin and its light peppering of dark hairs.

  He raised my dress up to my hips, then let his thumb trace along my lace panties, on in towards my mound, where he traced the outline of my labia, all the way down my slit, making me mewl in response.

  He was perfect.

  Our child would be the cutest little thing, I just knew it.

  My legs parted and my entire body flushed with heat as he revealed more and more of my skin to his gaze. The buzz of the mojito had mostly worn off, but was replaced with my lust for him. I hooked my hands in to each side of my panties, beginning to strip them down.

  Romy watched my unveiling so intensely, his gaze glued to the sight of my glistening slit, licking his lips as he watched their reveal. He helped me at the end tug those panties away before reaching to his own belt. He unbuckled it, then lowered his pants, showing the large bulge of his manhood.

  He knelt upon the edge of the bed on his knees, those thick, muscular thighs showing as he then reached into the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them away. The big, pulsating shaft that sprang free was glorious. So much bigger than any of the boys I’d played with and teased over the years.

  Though before he bent over me, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom.

  That was not the plan.

  My brows furrowed and I placed my hand on his wrist, holding it away.

  “We don’t need that,” I said, pulling my panties off my feet and bringing my other hand between my legs, petting myself lewdly.

  He looked at my dainty hand at his wrist, then back to my eyes. He pondered for a moment, perhaps taking measure of me. But then his decision was made.

  The condom was tossed aside, and he got over me, his big, broad body suspended over mine as he leaned in for another passionate kiss. He brought his free hand to my hip, stroked his fingers on down across my thigh, until he was tugging my leg up to his hip and letting that big, beefy cock of his slide along my bare slit.

  “As a warning,” he said, his voice husky, deep, and ripe with desire, “I can’t see me being able to pull out of you.”

  “Good,” I purred, and I swear, I was nearly passing out with need and excitement. It felt like we’d been making out and touching one another for an eternity, and my body was on high alert. I couldn’t wait to find out what it felt to have a man inside me, and I reached out, gingerly touching his hardness.

  The big shaft twitched against my hand, and I could feel its pulsating hotness so distinctly. He was immense! Put all the boys I teased to shame, and I stroked back along his length gingerly, watched the glistening purple crown as it flared near my wrist.

  My gentle, exploratory touches elicited a big, lusty groan from the man, and his eyes nearly shut. Instead though, he splayed my legs open wide as the pleasant air breezed on by us, and I used that big tip of his to tease at my sensitive clit.

  “Mmm,” he let loose in a big groan. “Your little pussy is going to look so perfect stretched around my cock, chica.”

  My eyes rolled back in my head and I thought I was going to pass right out. His seductive words, the way he was making me feel, it was all so good.

  I moaned out loud, grinding against him wantonly. “I need you to fuck me,” I said, trying to sound commanding but instead sounding so breathy and small.

  It was only my first night there, and already I was splayed out, putty in Romy’s hands. He took hold of my hip in one hand and angled his own torso, pointing that big, hard dick right along my cunny.

  “I’ll fuck you, baby,” he growled out, then began to push himself into me. That thick tool stretching my cunny open wide, breaking my hymen as he let loose such a deep moan. “So goddamn tight!” he declared.

  I screamed a little, because it fucking hurt like hell for a moment, even though I was so wet, so turned on. I bit down on my lower lip to try to hide a bit of my pain, but as he rammed inside of me, I couldn’t help but emit a few little whimpers.

  Once he was deep inside though, and my little cunny was stretched wide about his shaft, there was only the pleasure of being full for the first time in my life. Being completely whole, with a man deep inside me… it was bliss.

  Romy reached his hand up to my breast, tugging down my dress to expose the supple mound and squeeze it so masterfully as he began to tug back. My narrow sleeve of a quim clung to his girth, and he groaned, but then he was soon thrusting back into me, pumping his girth inside again and again.

  “So tight… so damn tight,” he groaned out aloud.

  “So... big,” I managed to pant out in kind, my head swimming as my eyes rolled back in my head. I arched my back, pushing my breast into his hand as I took all of his cock between my spread legs. My slickness helped, after the pain ebbed, and I knew that after this, I’d be addicted.

  Just watching him work at me, his body undulate as he thrust, that eight-pack of abs moving so sensually… seeing thick, corded muscle shift and bulge so gloriously. All as my body experienced every delightful bulge and throb of his organ inside me.

  Each new thrust brought a slap of his heavy, cum-laden balls against my ass, growing louder with each rougher thrust into me.

  Once he warmed me up, no longer was he treating me like a delicate doll. No, he was pounding into me, making all of my body feel alive. I screamed, uncaring who might hear, as my fingernails dug into his shoulders, keeping me rooted in place against him.

  The panting, moaning and screaming we made together carried out the window into the streets of Havana, but on we went. His big, beautiful form glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, highlighting his hard musculature as he pounded me into the lush mattress.

  This man I’d only met a few hours before, was taking me so passionately all on my parent’s dime. It was intense, and I couldn’t help but reach out a hand and rub it all over his bulging, muscular chest, adoring the grooves of his sinew.

  He felt amazing, and I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his back and clinging to the cusp of his ass, forcing him in deeper. Letting our bodies grow hot and sticky against one another as I lost all rational thought and simply succumbed to the illicit, exquisite pleasure.

  “You feel so good,” I whimpered.

  He growled out his words, “So do you,” and brought his hand from my thigh up to my hip. His thumb reached in, and with an expert touch he began to circle and prod at my clit, stoking my fires higher, bringing me closer to true bliss.

  His balls tightened, and he pounded me harder, faster, building up to a bigger frenzy.

  “I’m going to cum in your little cunt,” he seemed to roar. “Cum for me. Cum on my cock,” he commanded.

  It was... sublime. I’d never felt anything like it, and it only took seconds before that bundle of nerves started to feel strange. Tingling, the sensation growing stronger and stronger until it was like a wave crashed over me and I was lost at sea, just bucking and screaming beneath my Latin lover.

  Romy pounded into me all through it, fucking me like a wild animal lost to passion. My moist cunny juices flowed a
bout his girth and our bodies smacked with a loud, wet crash each time he hammered into me. He continued like that, stoking my fires, teasing my clit and drawing out my orgasm until finally, just as the fog of pleasure began to clear enough for me to see clearly…

  I got to watch him lose himself to his own satisfaction.

  He thrust in roughly, his dick spasming as he stretched my pussy wider. Loud moans bursting from his lips as he abruptly began to spew his load. Thick gouts of virile seed firing deep inside me as he thrust in to the hilt and coated my womb in his cum.

  He knew just as well as I did the risks we were taking, the risks we both wanted to take, in part.

  My toned legs tightened around his ass as he came, holding him into me so that he couldn’t try to pull away.

  I bit down on his shoulder, muffling my cries, my sound of pleasure, against his warm, salty flesh.

  His spine was arched, and he stayed imbedded in me as my pussy drained his manhood dry of every little drop of seed. He shuddered and groaned, squeezing and kneading my breast as he continued to flick my clit and make me squirm and writhe.

  “Ohhh fuck yes,” he husked out. “Your pussy is heavenly.”

  I was panting for breath, almost too sensitive for words as I licked and suckled at his flesh. He was so perfect, so exquisite, and even though my entire body was singing, I couldn’t stop grinding against him, taking me to that point of explosive bliss once more.

  Even as the last of his seed was milked from him into the narrow canal of my cunt, I shuddered, moaned and spasmed. His magnificent hand working my clit, bringing me to such a boil as he watched, enjoying the jiggle of my breasts, the way my face flushed a bright red at the oncoming of my second orgasm.

  “Cum for me,” he husked so charmingly. “Cum on my dick.”

  My entire body was shaking, like a vibrator, and my pussy clenched him so hard I could feel his body pulsing with life.

  “Oh God,” I cried out as I hit that peak again, and felt the rush go through my body, flooding his dick in my sweet juices.

  He moaned and rocked his hips, grinding our bodies together as I rode out my second, intense orgasm. I was a sweaty, messy heap, and as I gazed up at my big, buff hunk of a lover… I realized my vacation had only just begun.

  So that was just the start of my trip. But here I am, ready to see my parents again for the first time in a while.

  Oh, there’s so much more to tell about my trip, but sorry. Right now my mind is on something more dire…

  “Sweetie! It’s so good to see you again,” mom says, and dad comes in for a hug.

  “How’s college?” dad asks.

  “Are you doing well?” mom chimes in, the barrage of questions endless.

  “I need to drop out,” I say, and their faces look horror-stricken.

  “You can’t!” mom cries.

  “You’ve barely even started!” dad protests.

  But now I’m reaching down, cradling my stomach with one hand, and the tiny swell there as I whip out the test stick in the other hand.

  “I can’t stay. I’m preggers,” I say, and lord help me, I can’t help but smirk a little despite the aghast look on their faces.

  Fertile First Time with a Bad Boy Biker

  Book Themes:

  Breeding, Barely Legal, Virgin, and Bad Boy

  Word Count:

  6,576

  Makeup wasn’t somethin’ I had a lot of opportunity to practice with back home. Livin’ in the middle of farm country meant there weren’t a lot of chances to buy any makeup, and certainly not the kind I really wanted to try. Just the corner store sellin’ a couple sticks of red lipstick, one sort of eyeliner.

  So the moment I got my chance to head on to the big city… well, I went a little wild.

  I found myself givin’ in to some crazy desires, not just makeup, but clothes too. I bought a whole new outfit right away, and once I’d got myself all dolled up in my new attire, well… I was a little surprised by how well it turned out.

  The old me, with the red pigtails and country tan could hardly be seen. Now it was lots of blacks and pale skin from a long winter spent in school and hospital. It was a whole new look for me, for a whole new life.

  I knew the term ‘goth’, but for me it was somethin’ only in the abstract. A cool appearance I saw from my brief experiences with watchin’ TV at my grandparents. (Our farm didn’t get TV, we didn’t have the hookups far out where we lived! And only solar power.)

  I remember first seein’ it in a show, long ago, and lovin’ it. Something about it really spoke to me. And when I stumbled upon a real dark store in the big city, that sold all kinds of freaky leather and frilly goth clothes, I knew I’d found my style.

  I knew my natural red hair looked okay, but it was more faded than I wanted, so I grabbed a bottle of Manic Panic hair dye that was called Vampire’s Kiss, and after I did that, well, I looked like a whole other person. With black eyeliner and my eyebrows all thinned out and partially drawn on, and my dark purple lipstick, it was like I was my true self and also kinda hidin’. Like I was totally anonymous, and bein’ myself, all at once.

  I zipped up the leather corset and the short, frilly skirt, fastening the torn fishnets onto my legs, and I felt ready. Confident. Sexy.

  Now all was left was to go out and put my new look to work. I’d asked the shop clerk where I could find a party, and though I still musta sounded like a total hick — judgin’ by the way she gave me a sceptical once-over — she told me about a dark club not far from my new apartment. So that’s where I was gonna go.

  She couldn’t shake me. I knew I looked good!

  The loud thump of the music carried down the street, and there was a flow of people comin’ and going from the club. There was a bit of a lineup, but I guess I must’ve got the look right, or the bouncer just thought I looked good, ‘cause he flagged me down before I even got to the back of the line and invited me on in.

  “Go ahead sweet cheeks, no need to wait,” the big fella said, even as others looked on in annoyance at my line-skippin’ abilities.

  Though it wasn’t long before that little high was forgotten, as I saw the dark-light club in motion, so many scandalously clad bodies moving.

  My knees were quakin’, and I felt so out of place. Or, well, I woulda, if not for my costume. My armour. That made me feel a lot safer as I looked down the stairs towards the club proper. There were some little areas guarded off with some fabric, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was behind them.

  But first, I worked my way down the steps, one platformed boot in front of another. I just had to get to the bar, find some safety there. Then I could really drink in the place.

  The music was loud, too loud, and it was so hard to hear as that heavy beat rocked through my body, the industrial sounds being remixed into a song I faintly recognized from the radio.

  The place was pretty packed, at least by my naive standards, but I was able to elbow my way up to the bar, thanks to the eager shuffling of the many men that watched me approach. Their lips formed into wry little smiles as they nursed their drinks, and right away, before I could even order, one of them offered.

  “Can I get you somethin’, hun?” He wasn’t a pretty guy, nor a pleasant sounding one, but his charity was forthcoming.

  Yet again, before I could act, another man stepped on in. This one, however, was both big and striking. Broad shouldered, clearly well built in his tight short-sleeved top, he butt in between me and the other fella, looked me over slowly then declared:

  “I think this lady is a vodka gal.” He looked to the barkeep, “Cranberry and vodka for the lady. Straight for me. Make it the Russian stuff, from the top shelf.”

  And it was as if the world bent to this dark haired man’s whims.

  I barely knew what to say, or what my new persona’d say, so I muttered out a, “Thank you,” before I realized he probably couldn’t hear me over the music. I went up on tiptoes, which was pretty hard in my heels, and shouted, “Thanks,
Mister!”

  And I immediately regretted it. Mister? Why’d I have to call him Mister? Why not dude or something... hipper?

  I might’ve gotten the new costume, but I wasn’t exactly equipped with the life experience to act the role, I feared.

  For his part, he gave me a crooked grin, looking amused by me at least. But before anything more could be said or done, the other guy — whom he’d cut in on — grabbed his arm and tried to twist him around. But failed.

  Instead the tall man grabbed the fellow’s hand, twisted his thumb until he came around to face him. Though even that display of violence didn’t quite deter the uglier man, who undoubtedly had a few drinks on him already.

  “Hey, I was talkin’ to that bitch first,” the ugly fella said.

  I was worried there’d be some kind of fight, and rightfully so. No sooner than the drinks were put before me, than the staredown came to an end, as the taller man head-butted the other fella, causing a spurt of blood to shoot from his nose. A swift punch to the gut then doubled him over and he grabbed the man’s hair and slammed him to the bar sendin’ him to the floor.

  The club was so packed not a whole lot of people were aware of the fight, and fewer still knew how casually it all started, with so little instigation. The instigation being me. But still some people cried out and gasped, even heard over the music, before the tall fella looked back to me.

  He rubbed a hand over his blood-spattered forehead, and wiped back his dark hair before taking up his straight vodka and knocking it back.

  “Better down this thing quickly babe, you and me need to get out of here real fast,” he said, giving a stern stare to the bartender and a tap of his glass, ensuring the man refilled him despite his fear.

  I looked at him, then at the other man, and I didn’t know what to do. It was like I was frozen in place.

  I only just got here and already I was causin’ issues!

  It wasn’t fair, but I took my drink, because I hoped it’d calm my nerves a little. Make whatever was happenin’ a bit easier to swallow!