Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Clearly the military had been good to him. It certainly filled out his cut figure, his skin a nice tone, his body so strong.

  She found herself blatantly staring at him as he peeled away his shirt, one hand reaching out to snake her tiny little fingers up over his rocky abs and across his chest. She had earlier shed her own bra, and the light pink of her nipples showed through her see-through white blouse as her chest heaved with her heavy breathing.

  Nodding to him she licked her lips again, leaving them with a glossy sheen.

  Bringing her second hand to him, her two dainty sets of fingers began to work open that uncomfortably tight belt to help him.

  He busied his hands while she undid his belt, a simple thing to loosen, and when he felt it pop he breathed a sigh of relief. At that angle, she could see the growing bulge against the fabric of his khakis, his member poking out against the leg of his inner thigh, obviously eager to be free.

  He slid his hands over hers, feeling her soft skin as he trailed along her arm, and then shifted onto the bed, his knee between her legs as he moved his hands over her thighs, touching her bare skin just above the stockings. Those lightly calloused hands massaging her as he trailed them down over her calves and then back up before he leaned over her completely, staring down into her eyes, drawn in by those long lashes and acutely aware of the blonde curls sprawled out in a halo around her head.

  She shuddered beneath him, feeling that rough, masculine touch upon her milky skin the cause of her excitement. To feel how manly and hard he was, compared to her smooth, soft flesh. She laid back, kissed him in turn with moist smacks of their lips as she worked open his pants. Her shaky grasp slow to free his manhood, but finally managing to grasp hold of that girth and pull it free.

  He leaned in again, kissing her more fiercely this time, pressing his face against hers. Their lips melded together as he slid his tongue against hers before withdrawing, his teeth nibbling at her lower lip. His nostrils flared with each quickened breath, his own rapid heartbeat just a dull throbbing in his ears.

  Those tiny fingers worked over the shaft, feeling it out as she pointed it down towards her, her tongue swirling about his as they entangled for the first time in the flesh. A low little moan thrummed out of her throat and she felt herself squirm beneath him as her unblemished skin developed little goose bumps.

  They’d been in love all those years ago, but were too young, foolish and ambitious to give it time and make it work. Now, after so long of talking about what had been, what might have become, they were enacting on what might be...

  He throbbed against her hand as she toyed with him. He was already as full as he could get, a stiff pillar in her palm, but he moaned as she stroked him. That lurid connection between them, the heat of his cock melding with the soft warmth of her hand.

  She lifted a leg up onto the bed, bending her knee up alongside his waist. The act flipped her skirt up, showing the white thong that covered her slit, just a tiny little triangle of fabric that hugged the shape of her dainty labia.

  "Mmm," he moaned against her, his cock throbbing in her dainty hand, swelling at her touch, the tip already moist with pre-cum as he shuddered from her teasing. He snuck a glance down, as if to make sure her hand was actually on him, like he didn't expect it. As if she and the whole scenario would fade away, and he’d be back in some dingy tent on the other side of the planet again. Locked in a fantasy too good to be reality.

  To find it was real only served to entice him even more. He peeled his mouth from hers, licking his lips as he slid a hand between her thighs, pressing his finger against her tight slit through the thin fabric of the thong, a fleeting touch before the fabric was pulled aside exposing her to the cool air of the room.

  He marvelled at the smoothness of her body, at how swollen and red her slit was. Her fragrance grew in the air and he inhaled that heady, feminine scent. It was the smell that made it real, most of all. Her sweet, girlish perfume mixing with that primal smell of her sex.

  He used his knee to spread her other leg further as he brought his hips down between her thighs, arms flexed as he held himself up, pants halfway down his ass, and his thick manhood pressing down against her pussy. Another shudder escaped him as he felt that initial contact, the moist lips inviting him to enter, warm, soft, and welcoming as he teased her with the head of his shaft.

  There was no way it could’ve been a cruel illusion. There was nothing that felt like that but a real woman.

  She whimpered at the first touch of his bare member against her little slit, the pinkened folds tingling from that first illicit contact. She arched her spine in an almost feline sort of manner, angling her hips and cunny in a way that let him slip in easier, all by instinct alone.

  He hadn't even stuck it in yet, and he was already prepared to explode.

  "You'll have to forgive me...it's been awhile." He confessed between breaths, kissing her again as he shifted his hips forward.

  Lifting a free hand up, she stroked her smooth little fingertips over his cleanly shaven jawline, back towards his hair, the giddy smile on her face saying all that needed to be said about how little she'd mind. They’d talked about it for ages, and she was anxious to be the woman who broke his long streak of celibacy in ‘exile’.

  "It’s been too long for you. I'll fix that," she said, though she gasped barely a moment later as he pressed down into her, burying himself into that tight little cunny.

  The narrow canal took a little bit of extra force to squeeze inside, and it in turn squeezed him back as her long curved lashes fluttered, and her almond-shaped eyes shut tight.

  "Yesss," she hissed out as he sank between those pink labia and down into her depths, able to fit the fullness of his manhood snugly inside her. There was so little foreplay or preamble, but she was just as aroused as him, if not more so. All day she’d been fantasizing about that blissful moment, and it lived up to every one of her expectations.

  He closed his eyes and tried to relax, though the attempt failed miserably. His body was tense, almost rigid as he sank his thick cock into her wet folds. He eased in slowly, his skin rippling with goose bumps as he felt every inch of his manhood being squeezed by her tight confines, which were simultaneously being stretched by his engorged member.

  He grunted, letting a sigh slip between his lips that came out as more of a gasp.

  That large, hard body of his began to piston. His round ass pushing up into the air before his hips came down, thrusting that thick, veiny girth into her tight little cunny. It was sheer exquisite pleasure, feeling that narrow little moist quim wrapped about his cock.

  The fantasy did not measure up to the reality of their long lusted for reunion. He never could’ve conjured up such intense smells, such amazing sensations, all within the confines of his mind as he was out in the desert.

  His hard body rocked over her, her soft, feminine moans filling the air of the hotel room as he fucked her. She spread her legs wide to hook them about his hips. He glanced down in sheer delight down between their bodies, over the peaks of her perky little breasts as his thick cock vanished into her body.

  It was the sweetest sight he’d ever seen, and a little bulge in her lower belly rose up each time he sank in completely.

  Her hands moved over her shoulder, across his neck, feeling the sinuous muscle along his frame, while one dipped down, to stroke her digits over his heavy pecs, appreciating every inch of his hard, well-trained body.

  His body trembled as he eased back out of her, pausing just before he was out completely, and thrust back inside of her. Fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, and his arms flexed as he began to pump his hips uncontrollably, his balls contracting as he felt the long-needed tension relieving itself at last.

  "God..." He muttered, falling to his elbows, his chest pressed against hers, his face buried against her neck and hair as he fucked her for those fleeting moments. They weren’t using protection, and he knew it as well as her. That was also covered in those flirty email
s and letters.

  They wanted to feel one another, bare, primal. They wanted their first time, the time they’d been waiting so long for, to be real.

  “Cum in me,” she pleaded, putting words to the things they were both feeling. “Please fill me with your cum.”

  He gasped as he came, his body convulsing slightly as he shot his thick seed inside of her, coating her canal with his cum, his cock swelling as it released his load. For a moment, he thought he was going to die, and as her tight cunt squeezed around him, the pleasure nearly turned into pain it was so exquisite.

  The feel of that raw cock, so long desired and now finally inside her, pumping briefly into her tight little cunt, made her tremble and nearly convulse. She was so primed, and as she grasped onto his bicep and dug her nails slightly into his back, she let loose a slightly shrill little wail as she felt him swell and unload within her.

  The sensation of him unleashing his seed into her raw and unhindered, filling her fertile depths up inside made her cling to him tighter, lifting one slender leg to hook around his waist and press against his ass.

  She'd never let a man cum inside her when the risk was so high, and it titillated her. All the greater knowing it was him, her crush of old. That they had talked about and teased one another with the prospect for so long.

  She moaned and whimpered, her body writhing, her narrow little cunny squeezing around him, seeming to knead his dick and milk out every last drop into her waiting depths.

  Kissing his neck, cheek and ear, she panted softly from the excitement more than the brief rutting itself. "Yesss," she hissed softly. "I've waited so long for this..."

  It had been so brief, but neither of them begrudged that. She’d teased him, coaxed him. She yearned for that moment when she got to be the one to relieve him of all tension and desire.

  He breathed heavily, kissing along her shoulder, over her slender stalk of a neck up to her ear. His voice a low rasp there.

  “You were worth the wait,” he said, and with how she trembled beneath him — around him — he knew the feeling was mutual.

  That long ago missed chance when they were both young and in love... Curled up together on the bed, it hardly seemed lost at all.

  Honey Potting the Man of the House

  Book Themes:

  step-daddy, step-daughter, virgin, breeding, first time, cream pie

  Word Count:

  5,015

  There it was, on the phone screen in front of me. A big, clear as day shot of my step-dad’s topless body. Thick pecs, broad shoulders, forearms with jutting veins, rippling abs. And boxers hanging so low I could almost see the very base of his thick cock. But the outline of it in the workout boxers was enough to see just how big it was.

  How’d it all get so far as this?

  You see, some time ago my mom passed away, which left me with just him. And though we were always close, dad and me, I grew worried. Is he anxious to get rid of me and move on with his life? Is that why he’s always pushing me to go to a good college that’s out of state?

  So I set a little trap.

  I gave my dad the number off this spare phone I got from a friend, told him it was a woman I talked to at a college campus about applying, wondering if he’d see about some programs for me. But really, my goal was to get to know him as this fake woman, and see if he’d let it spill that he had plans to move on, get me out of his house right away.

  Nothing happened at first. But I was still suspicious, so… I started to flirt with him. See if he was eager to hook up with Ms. Plume I’d created. He wasn’t. So I had to keep pushing…

  Now here I am.

  “Damn… that is hot. What do the kids say these days? You’re a DILF.” That’s ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’ in case you don’t know. Yeah, I just hit that in and texted it to my dad. I’m going to hell.

  The response came back soon after.

  “You insisted on a shot, and I’m at the gym! This is how it is,” he replied so casually. He was still playing it cool, though Ms Plume and him had built up a familiarity now after all this time. But now… I was into this. Way too into this.

  I knew he was going to be pissed if he ever found out what I was doing, so I didn’t intend on him finding out. It was purely a fact finding mission, I told myself over and over again, even as my hand wandered down my stomach towards my jean shorts.

  It was late spring and beautiful, so I laid outside in the sun, my large sunglasses shielding my eyes so that I could drink my scorching hot dad in. I’d texted him today, knowing he was at the gym, and hoping for an eyeful of that glistening, masculine body.

  Already I was starting to tan in my little bikini top and shorts, so I unbuttoned them and pushed them down, revealing my black micro thong. Daddy dearest does not know I wear micro bikinis in the backyard, and that’s another thing I don’t intend for him to find out.

  “Damn. Next time I’m going to have to insist on a shot when you happen to be showering,” I text back. I’m really trying to act mature, and keeping the slang to a minimum. I imagine Ms. Plume to be right prim and proper, but a dirty librarian underneath it all.

  But as I lay there in the sun, in that skimpy little outfit, my dad texted back.

  “You’re gonna have to pony up a shot right now if you’ve got any hopes of that, miss,” he replied. “Feeling a little one-sided right now. That charm of yours will only go so far, y’know?”

  Finally, after all my time trying to work him… here he was, my dad getting flirty with me. I mean, Ms. Plume.

  But I doubt Ms. Plume would be sunbathing in her backyard at 2 in the afternoon on a Thursday. I pouted a little, thinking.

  A wicked smile twisted my lips, though, the more I thought about it. My daddy, tricked into seeing a sexy picture of his little girl. Oh, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

  “Are you an ass man or a tits man?” I texted back. Mature, yet raunchy, right?

  The reply took a moment, but then there it was.

  “Damn that’s a tough call. Tits gotta win though,” he replied, and I’d never heard him be so crass in all my life. It was working! He was falling for me! I mean, Ms. Plume!

  I quickly jumped out of the lounge chair and ran into my room. I had to have a blouse somewhere. I’d just change into something an admissions officer might wear, then flash him a nice tease. Just the thought was getting me horny as hell, and I knew my fingers were going to be sore by the time I finally rubbed this one out.

  Finally, I found a white little blouse and I grabbed a white, lacy bra. Still in my micro-thong, I stripped out of my bikini top and saw my stiff little nipples. The skin under the bikini was so much lighter than the skin around it, and I loved how it looked. Like it was a secret, something no one else saw. My soft, full tits that had never seen the sun.

  I tweaked my nipples, exhaling sharply at the spike in pain, before I pulled on the bra and blouse. I angled the phone just right and put my finger at the top of the button, pulling the v-neck blouse down a bit so he could get a good look of my tanned cleavage.

  I hope he beats himself to this later. Maybe I’ll hide in his closet tonight just to watch. It has those convenient little slats so I could see -- and hear -- everything!

  “You wanna cum on these tits?” I ask just below the scandalous photo.

  There was a delay after that, and I grew anxious. Did I go too far? Was that way too lewd? So far he’d been playing it so cool, did I just overdo it?

  But then it came back.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said simply at first. “I’d love to squeeze my dick between that gorgeous pair,” he added next before I could reply, and it stole my breath a little, made me pause. He just called my tits ‘gorgeous’.

  “I wanna know if those really are the best looking tits I’ve ever seen. Send me some more and I’ll send you back a good treat in return, darling,” he added, attaching another shot. This one lower down, focussed on his groin. His thumb hooked into the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging
them down a bit so I could see it: a hint of the very trunk of his thick cock.

  I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating at that tease. Oh my GOD. I’m just like... this close to seeing his fucking cock.

  Immediately, I start snapping photos from different angles, quickly going through and choosing my faves before sending him off three. I couldn’t even think of anything to say. I just wanted him to send me his cock before I burst.

  “No no,” came back his reply quickly. “You gotta lose that top, darlin’. I wanna see those whole, beautiful breasts of yours. Nothing hidden, you hear me?” he replied, and I read the text and heard it in his voice in my head. His words so deep and firm. He was talking to her just like he talks to me when I’ve not done my chores properly.

  God that was hot.

  And honestly, I kind of like being bossed around, and before I even know it, my blouse and bra are tossed on the bed behind me. All I’m wearing is my bikini bottoms, and they barely cover my pussy at all. I bring my finger and thumb to one of my nipples, pinching it as I hit the camera shutter. Then I bring my forearm beneath my breasts, pushing them up and sending him another shot.

  It isn’t until after I hit send that I realized I could see my bottom lip with its cherry lip-gloss in it. Oops! Hopefully he doesn’t recognize that!

  There was another delay that made me itch in my boots, but then his response came. It was a shot taken in the gym change room, or a bathroom stall, it was hard to say. But there it was… the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life, so thick and long, bulging with veins, and gripped in my daddy’s hand.

  “Fuck you are the sexiest thing alive,” he replied. “Even if I didn’t owe you a shot, I just had to whip this out and tug it a bit,” he said. “And those lips… goddamn, I just want to kiss them. Then stuff them full of this shaft.”

  His words alone nearly made me cum. But seeing his shaft at the same time... holy fuck.

  I had to get it together, though. Now was the time, I knew, to get some info. To see if he really wanted me gone.