Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  The sight took my breath away and I couldn’t do anything more than squirm, stepping aside to watch as that throbbing organ pierced her.

  Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was between my legs and I was touching myself, prodding my own throbbing clit and trying to find some measure of relief. But that touch only brought me up higher, and I ground into my hand, messing my fingers up with my own juices.

  Seeing Todd pound into Stacey from behind, making her firm ass ripple with each impact, was enthralling. I was captivated by those glimpses of his cock pulling back, tugging her labia with him as they were so tightly wrapped about his girth.

  Stacey and I were so alike, and I realized that watching Todd fuck her was like a mirror for all the times he’d fucked me. And I got an even greater appreciation for our own love making then, because this was utterly rapturous to behold.

  I came back in, pressed my bare tits to Todd’s side and kissed his lips as he fucked my best friend. I lingered there a while as my free hand trailed up over her back and into her hair, before I broke away from his lips and came up beside her, to kiss her shoulder. Only she wasn’t satisfied by merely a kiss on the shoulder, and our lips met then, and we made out as she was bounced by his thrusts.

  Todd got a full view of us kissing, tonguing and enjoying each other's mouths as he fucked Stacey harder and faster.

  I was getting really wrapped up in it then. It wasn’t the quiet arousal of watching two others fuck, but the full on heat and need of my body meeting another’s. One I’d appreciated and laughed and cried with, and had such a crush on for so long in my own way.

  My tongue swiped against hers and I moaned as I dipped one of my hands down to touch her large, bouncing tit. My other hand brushed some of Stacey’s blonde hair from her face, cupping her jaw as my mouth moved against hers.

  Our beautiful moment together only made Todd pump and thrust all the rougher, the sight of his woman and her best friend making out able to drive him to new heights of virility. The two of us gals savoured it, and I fondled her breast, kissed her deeply.

  I could sense Todd getting closer to his climax with the way he panted and moaned, the slight hitch in his otherwise flawlessly rhythmic pace. Something occurred to me then: I remembered reading in the news once that a woman climaxing in time with the man enhanced the chances of conception. And I wanted Stacey to conceive with me that night.

  I released her face, and switch hands. One cupped her full, heavy breast, the other slid down to prod at her sensitive clit. My dainty digits circling and provoking that lovely little nub buried amid her puffy pink labia.

  Looking back, I watched Todd pound away, could see all his prominent abs and pecs glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration as he battered at her pussy, hammering towards his finale.

  “Come on baby,” I cooed to him. “Fill her up... we both need your seed so bad,” I said.

  I watched his face contort, could see the pleasure written upon his face as he buckled forward just a little, edging closer... closer...

  He rammed in deep with each thrust, and then I watched it all happen. The convulsion through his broad shoulders, on down across his rippling physique as he blew his load into her. Another thick stream of cum lancing out of his hard, immense cock, but this time it wasn’t into me, it was into my best friend’s fertile little pussy.

  And I couldn’t have been happier.

  I reminded myself of what I was doing, and worked Stacey’s clit harder, faster. Brought her pleasure to such heights so that she came hard upon his dick in return. Just in time to receive Todd’s creamy gift, same as I had earlier that night.

  I lost control of myself, and while still squeezing Stacey’s breast, I dove in to kiss Todd passionately. He’d bred my best friend and I in the same night, I just knew it, but I only wanted him more than ever because of it.

  My slick fingers went from Stacey’s clit around to grasp the base of Todd’s cock, and as he pulled back just a little, I pumped his dick to squeeze out every last drop.

  And keep him nice and hard for me.

  Todd and I had been together long enough for me to know his limits, and three times in one night was not beyond him. Certainly not with two hot women who wanted his cock and cum.

  He plucked his cock from Stacey’s pussy at last, leaving a thick, creamy load to dribble from her slit. Though he pushed me from the kiss just long enough to appreciate the sight of that creampie.

  “You’re next,” he said in a deep growl, so primal and needy.

  Todd pushed me down onto the bed upon my back, and he mounted atop me. That glistening shaft of his sank in deep, still coated in Stacey’s moist fluids as he made me moan. Though my best friend was far from forgotten, as my fiancé began to pound into me, he pulled her into his side as she toyed with her cum-filled pussy.

  I watched him bend his head down and kiss at her tits, lick at the edge of her areola before making his way back up to her lips. I was being fucked by my man as he made out with my best friend...

  Maybe I should have felt jealous, envious, but instead I felt so incredibly hot, and I clung to the comforter atop the bed as I moaned and wailed, soaking it all in.

  Stacey looked to me, first to see if I was okay with their kissing, then to watch my thick tits bounce and sway atop my chest. There was nothing more exhilarating in the world than watching them make out, my fiancé so eager for another woman even as he pounded into me.

  The three of us worked so well together, and she slid her hand down behind him, beneath his ass to cradle his balls and fondle them oh so gently. It produced a sweet moan from him, and he returned a similar gesture, cupping her cunt and fingering her as he pounded me. The sound of her pussy so wet thanks to the mess in her folds.

  We were all moaning and wailing from the pleasure, and it all went on so long.

  We switched positions multiple times, until near the end, I was atop him, having him watch my tits bounce as Stacey licked his shaft the brief moments it came into view from my pussy. Then as I felt him grow close, I tugged her face up, felt her lips latch onto my stiff nipple and savoured them both as Todd blasted another hearty load of cum deep into me, filling me up with all that rich cream.

  We were a sweaty, messy lot, but that was the happiest Valentine’s Day of our lives. At least, so far.

  I had no idea my kinky Valentine’s gift idea would have such repercussions though. I was letting desire guide me, not my brain.

  Though I could hardly complain when Stacey moved in with us. We made a great team, and even as our bellies swelled in perfect unison, we continued to get on as good as ever. Even better in fact!

  And Todd?

  I’d never seen him so happy as those times he had us two pregnant women upon his arms as he strolled into a fancy restaurant, or merely woke up to us in the mornings, or at the end of the day, to place a kiss on each of our lips. To let his hands roam over the growing life in our bellies.

  “We’ll make that quota of yours in half the time now,” I jested to him one morning, unable to hide the stiffness of my nipples atop those two, engorged breasts. I was horny damn near all the time, and I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy or the fact I had the two people I lusted for most with me all the time.

  “Or maybe...” Todd said with a wry grin or me, holding us both to his sides.

  “We should double it,” Stacey finished for him with such a mischievous smile, her fingers moving down over his stomach towards his belt.

  Too bad for her, mine had already beaten her to it.

  His Fertile Sweetheart

  Book Themes:

  Bareback, Breeding, School Girl Roleplay, and Military Man

  Word Count:

  3,896

  Every step brought another click of those heels, the hallway of the hotel so empty upon the fifteenth floor of the Intercontinental. Gnawing her lower lip, Sylvia slipped the card through the lock, though her hands were shaking so much it didn't register. Tucking back some of her thick blonde
curls, she slid the keycard through again, this time the red light turned green with a beep, followed by the unclicking of the lock.

  With a deep exhale, she tried to calm herself, to still her petite body before pushing open the door and stepping inside. Of course he wouldn't be in there, but part of her somehow expected he would be somehow.

  Instead, the large room was all to herself. A large king sized bed to the right wall opposite the TV, and there before her the windows overlooking Toronto behind a large desk. She'd stayed there before of course, but it was alone, on a work trip half a year ago.

  Stepping inside she left the door unlocked as she rolled her suitcase in. A glance in the bathroom showed her it was neat and tidy as to be expected, and she went in.

  Within her tiny chest she could feel her heart beating, thudding noisily as she ran some water and then lightly patted some of the cold spray onto her cheeks, careful of her light makeup. Just a bit of lipstick and eyeliner, but she didn’t wish to ruin it after all.

  Looking herself over in the mirror, however, she knew the business outfit had to go for their first encounter. She undid the blazer, poked each button through the blouse beneath, and shed both. Next came the simple white bra, showing her pinkened areolas and stiff little nipples, fast growing aroused from the cool air of the bathroom and thoughts of the rendezvous to come.

  She next wriggled her hips as she pushed her thumbs into the skirt, sliding it on down around her rear and to the floor. She took her time, doing it all smoothly, not in a rush. She was too nervous to rush things, worried she'd botch it all. As if a stray thread would ruin everything.

  Out of the suitcase she pulled the outfits she'd brought with her. It was something she’d bought a while back, flushing the entire time she was in the store. The new blouse was tighter, more girlish, and less professional. Its white fabric clinging to her tiny upper body. Then came the plaid, pleated skirt. Too short to wear out, it barely covered her pale round bottom.

  She twirled about to look at herself from behind. She was too short to see herself fully, but she patted over her ass, making sure all the wrinkles in the pleats were gone.

  On the dressing went, as if it were a ritual. Tugging up a pair of white stockings over her slender calves before she heard a noise at the door...

  Connor wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there. It could have been seconds, no more than a minute, but that moment seemed to drag on for what felt like an eternity. His head was a closet of ensemble emotions seeking to burst forth, and somehow in the middle of it all, he was relatively calm, almost nonchalant.

  That was normal, right? He glanced down at himself, afraid he'd not impress with his attire; freshly returned from serving overseas he had only some casual clothing to wear. Brown desert boots tapped the floor, mostly covered by a loose pair of khakis, the back end of which just barely managed to avoid dragging on the ground; he wasn't one for normally wearing military get-up in public, but the boots were probably the most comfortable thing he owned.

  The belt he wore wasn't visible, but he felt like it was suffocating his waist at the moment. He wore a brown jacket, the leather worn but well fitted, under which could be seen a faded shirt; off-white for the most part save for the sun blasted stitching around his breast pockets on his chest. He drew a hand to his cheek, rubbing his face to make sure it was clean shaven, and followed it with one last tussle of his hair, which was also well-kept and short in a military style.

  He took one last deep breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled, before letting a friendly, if somewhat devious smile line his lips. He knocked on the door of the hotel room, and did the only thing he could at that point: waited.

  She hesitated, frozen not by reluctance but by a worry that if she let herself, she'd race to the door and throw it open like an over-eager child and embarrass herself.

  Instead, she forced calm through a moment of concentration then walked over to the door. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself one last time as she peered through the eye-hole, seeing it was him. Just like his pictures. A little more weather-worn, but it only made him more handsome than he was years ago. When they were both too young to do what was right by each other.

  Her mouth went dry, and she began to turn the knob. Only then she realized she hadn't completed the outfit, and hadn't put on the black Mary Jane shoes to go with it, nor the little tie.

  It’s too late now, she told herself, and pulled open the door.

  She meant to greet him with a confident smile, but instead found herself unable to resist tucking her chin down, letting her eyes gaze up at him sheepishly from beneath her long lashes, and those thick blonde curls which fell down into her face.

  Without her usual shoes on, though, she seemed even shorter than usual. Her white socked feet twisting upon the wine coloured carpet.

  "Hey," she said, her voice soft and airy. "Come on in," she managed, forcing a bit more life into her voice as she found her smile growing despite her anxiousness.

  He was frozen there with a look on his face that was somewhere between anxious or friendly, and stupefied. His breath stuck in his throat for a moment before he caught himself staring, hoping to God that his cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Despite the nervousness, he found his voice was still working, and seeing her own reaction to him was about as comforting as he could've hoped.

  His smile widened, briefly recalling the stories she'd told him about her school-girl get up. Despite the obvious choice of her attire, somehow he hadn't anticipated it through all his nervous musing. He was laughing on the inside, and it put him at ease. The momentary silence hung between them as she stood waiting, her invitation to enter still looming, and he nodded, taking a step towards her and pulling her into a warm hug.

  When he embraced her it did something to her own nervousness. She flung her arms around him, squeezing him tightly in return and feeling that masculine frame against her with warm delight.

  "You know, I should've expected the outfit, but you look way sexier in it than I could've imagined." He said it with some joviality, but he was dead serious, his heart racing as he pulled her body against his.

  You can prepare yourself for anything, have it all planned out in your head, but nothing ever goes how it's planned, he reminded himself.

  A simple giggle escaped her pouty, pink lips as she pulled back enough to look up at him.

  "I didn't think anything else would be appropriate after so long," she said in a soft voice, her scent like a mixture of bubble gum and flowers, an intentionally girlish aroma, reminding them both of when they were younger. And they didn’t have things to worry about like a career in the military.

  She was smaller than he remembered, cuter than he imagined, and he was more of a nervous wreck than he anticipated, but seeing her standing there sheepishly gave him the needed motivation to make sure their encounter lived up to all their hopes and expectations.

  First impressions be damned, they had agreed to meet at the hotel for a reason, and his loins were already beginning to stir, washing away all hesitation before the cresting wave of his carnal need.

  Him stirring against her only made her grin wider. She bit down upon her lower lip to try and stymy it, but it didn't quite work.

  He let her go from the brief embrace, her scent still clinging to him as he stepped into the room, offering a brief inspection of his new surroundings as he pulled his jacket off. The fabric of his shirt beneath was thin, and it did a fair job of outlining his frame, which was on the whole well built, with some hard muscle showing through, particularly around his triceps and shoulders.

  "I'm glad to finally see you again." He grinned at her, though his eyes were less than conspicuous as he took her in from head to toe, admiring her dainty body and cosplay attire.

  "At long last," she said sweetly. She grasped his thick forearm with one hand, feeling the hard muscle as she raised the other, pushing back some of her blonde curls from her delicate facial features. "I can't believe the moments finally here,"
she confessed.

  He had to try so hard not to stare. He shifted his gaze away, but the goofy grin on his lips didn't fade any. Normally, he'd have been much more reserved, but the situation was entirely different.

  Months of contact over the internet and phone, their sexual fantasies confessed, and now they were finally meeting for the first time in a very long while. It was like a strange dream, the good kind where nothing goes wrong, and after it was over, you were left with a moment of consciousness where you couldn’t tell if it was real or fake, but it made you smile anyway.

  Every little move she made, from the way she bit her lip, the way she looked at him, and the way she touched him, sent shivers up his spine. It was really happening. A man could only resist temptation so much before he caved in.

  In this case, he embraced it.

  He turned into her, his arms wrapping around her once more, bending slightly as his hands snaked around to her lower back, slipping down the edge of her short skirt as he pulled her up against him, lifting her off the ground entirely, not wasting any time in locking his lips with hers. His senses were assaulted by her essence, her scent, taste, feel... It was overwhelming, and he hadn't felt the touch of a woman in so long.

  "We don't want to waste a second of it, either," he said to her in a deep, needy husk.

  He breathed between a broken kiss, before his lips sought hers once more, pulling her over to the bed where he set her down gently on the edge, separating them for that brief moment... A moment long enough for him to peel his shirt off.

  Easing into it be damned, they’d waited too long for that moment.

  "Not a second," she affirmed in a breathy whisper.

  The way he lifted her up off the ground made her swoon, the ease with which his strong arms carried her to the bed only to lay her out before him, her bottom bouncing on the mattress just a little.