Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  A thick, veiny shaft sprang forth, throbbing before her as Mark licked at her cunny so enthusiastically. The bulging, purple crown of Martin’s cock peeking out, glistening with precum in the elder gentleman’s excitement.

  Lisa moaned in delight, licking her lips upon seeing the hint of his dick, her dark eyes turned lusty as her juices played against Mark’s tongue.

  It was a heady sensation, her body so frantically turned on as the two men focused upon her, on the sensations they were able to give her. It was bliss to be doted on by the both of them, and her entire body felt prickly with arousal.

  With Martin’s hand in her hair, he guided his dick in towards her mouth, that fragrant musk of his making her nostrils flare as he moves to press her lips to his crown. That familiar, patriarchal stroking of her hair accompanying the swirl and press of Mark’s tongue upon her clit below.

  “Just a quick suckle, girl,” Martin said to her so smoothly. “I’ve an aim to help get you knocked up as quickly as possible,” he remarked, a glint in his dark eyes.

  Her lips wrapped about it, tongue flicking out so that she could taste him. It was clean and fresh, nothing but his maleness upon her lip. It was delightful!

  She sucked him thoroughly, just exploring the flared crown, the throbbing veins with her tongue, enjoying the sensation of his veins throbbing against her lips. Her eyes rose to him, those dark orbs filled with lust as her ass wriggled excitedly towards Mark.

  The sweet moment was all too brief though, the gentle rocking of Martin’s hips, the soft smack of his balls to her chin as he pushed his shaft down into her mouth. He slowly pulled his length from her lips, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

  “Out of the way, Mark,” he said to the younger man, guiding him away as he got in behind Lisa, teasing her clit with the tip of his cock. “I’ll go first, darling,” he said, sliding his length up to her quim and slowly easing it on in, sinking down into her tight little cunny with a low, lewd groan of pleasure before she could even protest. Not that she wanted to.

  All the while Mark got up, and hurriedly undid his pants, smiling down at her breathily as his lips glistened with her honey. He was so eager for her, freeing his cock from his pants, the pale young prick so achingly stiff with excitement as he exposed it before her face.

  It bobbed with his excitement, and that sight, combined with the feel of her overly wet pussy being pierced, caused her to call out with bliss. She licked her lips, hungry to feel Mark’s mouth, his cock, his abs, his anything pressed against her. To feel the skin of two men, touching her, pleasing her at the same time.

  Her tongue pushed forward, her lips opening wide for that offering from Mark, reaching out to beg him into her mouth, her throat.

  With the look of sheer, knee-quaking bliss that crossed Mark’s face, she knew she had to be giving him his first blowjob. Not that she had any room to put him down; she’d only had her first sexual act the night before. Yet already she was bent over, feeling Martin pump into her cunt from behind, making her pale ass cheeks ripple with the impact of his hard groin.

  Again and again he pumped his length into her, stretching her narrow canal around his girth as he grunted and moaned. The older man so experienced, he angled his thick cock at just the right degree, pumping into her so as to make her nerves sing with pleasure.

  It made her moan around Mark’s cock, vibrating the sensitive flesh as she was pinned between two pistoning shafts.

  And both of them pleased her, in their own way. Not to mention the thrill of having two men, so needy and pleasured by her body. With each thrust, her breasts bounced, her ass rippled with the impact, and she found a rhythm between them. She’d back off of Mark’s cock to bounce onto Martin’s shaft, going between each other them so eagerly.

  Mark’s eyes shut, and he moaned so lewdly as his stiff young cock swelled within her. The salty spurts of precum landing on her tongue as he let his fingers sink into her hair, cradling her face so affectionately.

  All while behind her, Martin thrust his cock so expertly, the older man reaching in under her to tweak and tease her clit. He made her ass cheeks ripple with each impact of his groin, and he moaned so beautifully from the tight clench of her cunny.

  “Cum for me now, Lisa girl,” he husked amid his own pleasured sounds as he worked her sensitive little bundle of nerves.

  She didn’t know if he’d realized that just yesterday she’d been an innocent virgin, uncertain of all sex and sexuality, but something within her had been opened up and unleashed. She quivered against his hand, letting out such a squeal as he played with her wet, throbbing nub.

  She wanted to scream out, to throw her head back in a wail of pleasure, but she was silenced upon Mark’s dick, forced to quiver and moan mutely against his hard flesh.

  Martin groaned along with her, the spasming of her narrow little cunny making him moan and bringing him closer to his own explosive end. He thrust harder, pumping his hips as his dick throbbed, until in the final throes of her climax. He buried himself in deep and let loose the thick, copious strands of his seed.

  The older man deposited so much of his creamy cum into her, hilted as he was. The thick blasts of cum plastering her cervix, as he rocked his head back, his hard, chiselled chest thrust out with the rumbling moan that shook him.

  All while Mark, watched in envy, his dick slowly plucked from her lips as he resisted losing his load right then and there in her mouth.

  She let out a loud cry, her lips freed of Mark’s cock, her cunny twitching and vibrating along Martin’s shaft as she whimpered. Oh, they both felt so good!

  She had to grip onto the table harder, holding herself aloft as her knees trembled, her body quivered with such intensity.

  It was only when she finally stilled that her eyes went to Mark, filled with pleading.

  Martin however, ground out the last of his climax inside her, rocking his hips a few more times to squeeze out every last droplet of his cum.

  “There you go,” the older man husked. “Make this child mine, hmm?” he remarked with such relish, slow to pull out of her puffy little slit, leaving her drooling his cum as he looked at the sight appreciatively a while, his hand stroking her ass cheek.

  Looking to Mark then he gave the younger man a clap on the shoulder.

  “Give her good,” he said, guiding Mark in behind her before brandishing his glistening dick before Lisa’s lips. “Help a fellow out here with those lovely lips of yours, would you Lisa?” he said so endearing, all as Mark slowly sank his own hard cock into that cum-stained mess of her pussy.

  It all would have seemed so wanton, if not for the true connection they shared, the tenderness both of the men expressed towards her. Never did she feel as though this weren’t about giving her the best, and she opened her mouth so obediently. A moan teased along her tongue as Mark pushed inwards, her breath stolen for a second before she clasped her lips around Martin, tasting herself mixed with his sweet cum.

  The older man stroked and pet her hair so tenderly, so fatherly, moaning softly as she supped upon his still hard cock. The prominent shape of his shaft so full inside her lips, against her tongue, and he savoured that moment.

  While behind her, the young and energetic Mark began to pump his hips excitedly. For a moment it seemed like it’d end all too soon, the young man came almost immediately, blowing his load inside of her in thick, hard spurts. But though he stilled for but a moment, panting over her, he started going again, thrusting into her, making her ass cheeks jiggle with his energetic motions.

  He was determined to add more than one load to her fertile little womb.

  And she was thankful for that! She didn’t want it to end, not yet, not when she was enjoying herself so much.

  Each slap of his balls against her throbbing clit sent a shiver through her and she gasped against Martin’s cock. It wasn’t so much about giving him pleasure, as she cleaned his head so eagerly. It was more about just savouring the feel of his body against hers.


  For Martin too, the way he brushed his hand over her cheek, neatly combed his fingers through her hair, it was all so tender and caring. Even if she was suckling upon his dick the whole while he held her face.

  From behind, Mark thrust wildly and enthusiastically, the soft, wet noises of their fucking filling the air as he made her part her legs further to take him. He was ravenous for her, and she could tell the young man was having his first time, even if Martin hadn’t let her know already. He was hungry for her, his dick swelling inside her folds, straining against the tight embrace of that quim.

  He was so much less precise than Martin, yet at the same time, his absolute lust and enthusiasm was beyond compare. Something about the fact that he was simply letting loose, letting her feel him at such an intimate moment, made the time more special for her as well, and her pussy tightened around him.

  She hummed against Martin’s dick before letting it go, instead pampering it in kittenish licks.

  After longing for it all day, the moment of the two men taking her, sharing her, adding their seed to her womb, was all the sweeter. She’d been anticipating it so dearly, and they made it worth the wait.

  Mark’s enthusiastic humping wavered just a little as she squeezed him within her, making him moan and buckle over her. The lean young man, trembling from the intense pleasure as she brought him close to a second orgasm.

  “Quite a special girl, our Lisa,” Martin said affectionately. “Give her that next load she so desires,” he instructed the young man, and she could feel Mark tense and get so close.

  They worked so well together. It wasn’t the same as Terry and Ben, but it had its own appeal, the elder teaching the student to fuck her just right.

  She moaned and squeezed Mark tighter, her body begging for him to breed her, to deposit his load in her. The prospect just kept becoming more and more enticing to her, body wriggling so eagerly as her legs were spread. Her skin still prickled, nerves still twitching from her orgasms, and every thrust teased her more as she took Martin back into her mouth.

  Her motions doomed the young man to another intense orgasm then and there, he quaked and upon the tip of each thrust, his dick shot a new stream of virile seed into her, coating her womb in his second — and her third — load that night. He shook and sank his fingers into her, clinging to her so tightly as his balls produced that stream of jism into her.

  All while Martin slowly slipped his dick from betwixt her lips to let her moans out freely.

  And oh, cry out she did, with those warbling coos. She moaned so lewdly, biting down on her lower lip to silence herself for only a moment before she had to gasp for breath.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered, looking up at Martin as he stroked her so tenderly, her dark eyes filled with lust as she succumbed to another quivered aftershock.

  As Mark panted and moaned behind her in the final moments of his climax, Martin smiled and ran his thumb up along her lower lip.

  “How about the bed now, hmm?” Martin asked, a wry tilt to his smile.

  His Fertile Present

  Book Themes:

  F/M/F Threesome, Breeding, Polyamory, Multiple Partners, Menage, and Creampie

  Word Count:

  6,245

  It was something he’d always wanted, but honestly, I’d always been a little worried about trying it. There’s something about inviting my best friend to join me in the bedroom with my fiancé that made me feel a little jealous... and a lot turned on. Not that I would tell him that. If he knew that I so often touched myself to the thought of him fucking my best friend, raw?

  There’s no going back from that.

  But after last Valentine’s Day, when he proposed to me, I knew I had to top him somehow. I was talking about it with Stacey one day at lunch, and I can’t even remember how it came up. I blame the mimosas.

  I kept watching her lick her full, pretty lips. I was entranced by the way she brushed some of her hair off her cheeks, and her tight little dress looked really great on her. Maybe I brushed against her naked leg a little too often, or maybe it was just the way I kept moving closer to her.

  Stacey was single, and gorgeous. She had blonde hair that always fell perfectly around her face and expressive blue eyes. She was stunning, but she was having a hard time finding someone she connected with.

  Still, when I felt her hand atop my knee, I couldn’t help but clam up. I’d always been the shyer one of us, even though we’d gone to college together and had more than our fair share of crazy exploits.

  But I’d never thought I’d ever have the courage to ask for the thing I really wanted. Not until the words tumbled from my lips...

  “Stacey... Have you ever thought of joining Todd and I?”

  Her hand was still on my knee, and it didn’t shift away. Not even at my words. Still, I held my breath as I waited, so nervous that the answer might be something I didn’t want to hear. Oh God, did I just ruin our friendship? Did I just jeopardize everything I had with my best friend, just for a chance that she’d join my fiancé and me in the bedroom?

  I was so nervous that I barely noticed the fact that her fingers had worked their way up higher along my knee, playing against my thigh as she stared at me.

  “I think about it a lot,” she admitted, breathily, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t! It took me a long few heartbeats before my eyes went to her, exploring those baby-blues of hers.

  “Really?” I asked, and it was part hopeful, part surprised. I squirmed and found her hand had crawled higher upon my thigh.

  “Yes,” she murmured, leaning in towards my ear.

  I was dumbstruck.

  “What about... Do you have anything for Valentine’s Day?” I asked gently, and she shook her head from side to side.

  “Nothing I wouldn’t skip in a heartbeat to join you two.”

  I had trouble believing it was all happening so easily. My best friend and I were often on the same wavelength, but this was uncanny. Even our deepest, darkest desires were shared? It was a bit much to wrap my head around.

  "Then... maybe you'd be up for making it a very special day for Todd," I said sheepishly, but all the same I found my hand reaching out to rest atop hers on my thigh. "He's a great man, the best really—" I said unable to keep from gushing about him, even though I did my best not to make her jealous, usually. "Great enough to share," I added on, fluttering my lashes anxiously.

  And Stacey’s grin really said it all. I mean, neither of us were going to get drunk on a couple of mimosas, but there was definitely that warmth in my heart and my tongue was a bit loosened.

  “We could just do dinner first, see where it leads,” I offered, even though she already looked so into it. She was licking her lips, leaning in so close to me that I could smell her sweet perfume.

  “It’s a date,” she agreed, and her fingers teased a bit higher on my bare, inner thighs, exciting the skin. Sure it was February and I was freezing, but what’s a little bit of discomfort to look good, right? And now I was so ecstatic that I’d skipped the tights.

  I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smile at her happily. I'd been so anxious about bringing that up with her I realized, and time was an issue too, since I had no real other idea how to make Valentine's special for Todd this year.

  "I'm so glad Stacey," I said, and I leaned over, wrapping my arms about her so that our breasts pressed together in our embrace. Able to smell her delightful scent, I felt more intoxicated than I had from the drinks. "You're so special to me, I want to share everything with you."

  And I truly meant it. Todd and I were something great, but Stacey and I were special too. Girlfriends of a different caliber, and seeing such a beautiful, smart, clever woman alone killed me. I'd share my man with her in a heartbeat just to make her happy.

  It wasn’t just the sex, though I had to admit... I wanted her. I’d wanted her for a long time, and now that she’d agreed I was practically having to beg myself not to leap for joy.

  Her ha
nd coiled along my back, feeling out the flesh there, and everything about the embrace seemed different. Unusual. New.

  Exciting.

  She purred in my ear, “Do you want it to be a surprise?”

  I nodded, quickly. It would be perfect. Just perfect.

  Todd arrived home with an enormous bundle of red roses in his hand, his immaculate business suit crisp and perfectly fitted. He was a professional man when it came to work, always looked the role of boss. The silvery-grey of his sports jacket contrasted the maroon of his tie, and the light blue of his shirt, yet it was the handsome, tall man that filled it out which really drew the eye.

  Todd had a well-groomed beard and stylish blonde hair, his eyes were a curious mix of light sky blue and grey, and I often got lost staring into them. Especially when pinned beneath him.

  My mind gets away from me so easily when it comes to Todd. He radiates masculinity, sex. Even though he's so calm, cool and in control.

  Or maybe because of it.

  Regardless, I knew I’d lucked out when I’d ran into him at the grocery store and struck up a conversation about the ripeness of some melons or something equally as trite. I’d never felt so lucky as the day that I met him.

  Well, every day since only got better and better.

  My hand went to his chest as I accepted the bouquet, kissing his mouth with such affection. I was trying to act calm as well, but I couldn’t help it. I was abuzz with energy, and I couldn’t wait for him to find out what his present really was.

  “Thank you!” I purred against his mouth.

  His strong forearm pressed into my lower back and he held me to him tightly as we kissed. My handsome man was never one for short kisses; he wanted to savour my lips each time and was never too shy to let it happen. Never too macho to kiss his woman in public, regardless.

  "Well it's just the tip of the iceberg, my sweet," he said to me in that deep, velvety voice of his. His every word so rich and firm. His newly freely hand went to my side, down to my hip where he squeezed my ample flesh tightly.