Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

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  5,456

  His hands caress up my thighs, teasing along the outside of them. His skin on mine sends a shiver up my body and I know he can see it, because his green eyes twinkle with excitement. He’s teasing me, his clothed body looming over my entirely naked form.

  I feel vulnerable, but that only makes me wetter. My entire body is at attention, my heart pounding and my clit pulsing with need. When finally his mouth meets my pussy, I let out a gasp of pleasure. Electricity sparks within me.

  “Oh Richard,” I mutter, and when he growls in return it sends a vibration through me. I’m already perched so close on the edge, but when I go to grasp the back of his head, I find my wrists restrained. The leather is soft and supple, but it holds me in place, limiting my movements.

  Dammit, I curse inwardly, but when he pushes his tongue up against my clit, swirling around it and teasing it to stiffness, my frustration leaves me.

  I open my eyes and look down at his gorgeous face between my thighs, feel that little bit of stubble brush against my tender flesh. His dark hair and beautiful eyes, his soft lips working against my pussy...

  “Oh!” I groan, twisting, and he twists with me, not letting me get away.

  But just as I get to that explosive edge, my body primed for release...

  The alarm goes off.

  “Fuck!” I curse, glancing at the clock. Seven in the morning.

  My head hits the pillow with frustration. My fingers trail between my thighs and find myself soaking wet, but I don’t even have time to enjoy it.

  Especially not with the image of my stepfather eating me out swirling in my head.

  I know it’s improper, to fantasize about your own step-dad. And I know it’s improper on a whole other level to take a class taught by him. But when I arrive at his class he only ever gives me a warm, mischievous smile, just for me. It’s our little secret.

  Part of me wants to work extra hard to do good in his class, to impress him, to earn my marks without putting any pressure on him to give me a break. But honestly, every time I’m in his class… I’m just too distracted to get much out of it.

  Like mother like daughter I guess, because she married the sort of man I just can’t resist. He’s tall, broad shouldered, with dark brown hair and those emerald eyes that twinkle whenever he smiles at me. He’s handsome, and unlike the other professors on campus, he looks good when he shows up to teach.

  He wears nice looking black pants, and an expensive blazer over top a stylish shirt, unbuttoned just enough to give a slight hint of that chest hair beneath. He even wears these lovely leather boots that show he’s a man of good taste.

  Like that, another class has gone by and I’ve done nothing but admire and drool over him. Richard.

  “Lisa?” he calls to me, giving a pretense of not knowing where I was as he held a paper in hand before his eyes met mine. The other students were already hurrying off out of the classroom.

  I nervously tuck some hair behind my ear before I scramble towards him. His voice has this weird draw to it, like its magnetic and I’m helpless to resist. It’s masculine and rich and has a little bit of a permanent edge to it that drives me up the wall.

  “Uh, yea, Mr. Monroe?” I don’t know why. I like saying his last name like that in class.

  He lowers the paper in his hand, but while I can tell he’s trying to be serious, he’s unable to wipe that smile from his face completely.

  “We should talk, about the latest exam. And your upcoming paper,” he said, that deep, husky voice so alluring. He stowed his things into his attache case, “Able to meet me in my office? Not during regular office hours, but sometime sooner,” he said, brow raised to me in silent query.

  Well... that’s new.

  I lick my lips, tasting the cherry lipgloss there, and shift in my high-heels.

  “Did I, like, fail or something?” I mean, it’s a possibility. He was wearing this really sexy silver shirt the day of the exam, and he kept leaning back in his chair, showing off his torso. I couldn’t concentrate at all, especially since the night before he’d asked me to curl up with him on the couch and watch a movie. That blew my studying out of the water.

  His full lips tugged up in one corner into a wry smile.

  “Now you know I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep you from failing, Lisa,” he said as he closed the straps upon his satchel. “That’s why I want to have a chat with you now, before you have to do the paper,” he explained, reaching a hand out to rest upon my shoulder, that large grasp of his so big, so easily wrapping about my bare skin there as he squeezes.

  I love it when he touches me. It’s like the entire world goes quiet and all that’s left is him and me, and all that bullshit baggage just kinda fades into the background. I know I shouldn’t want him so bad, but I haven’t seen a single guy that I’d consider getting with before my step-daddy.

  “Okay. When?”

  “You free now?” he asks, looking me up and down. “You don’t seem in a rush to get to your next class,” he says with a warm smile upon that handsome face, tinged with just a bit of dark stubble on his broad jawed face. He was an academic but he looked like he should’ve been a soldier or some kind of hearty labourer with those chiselled good looks.

  “I have an hour break before the next one,” I remind him. It was, well... intentional. I knew I’d need a little breather between his class and my next one just to get my head on straight.

  And, more than once, to rub one out in the ladies room. Yea. Embarrassing. But I can’t help it! He’s so damned sexy, and watching his mouth move.... Mmm. I just want to watch it all day, and think of what it would look like against my skin.

  “Well, that’s not much time but,” he goes to the door to check outside then locks it before returning to me at the desk, “I wanted to have a private chat with you.” He is so good looking, and as he sits on the corner of the desk right there before me, he reaches out to take my hand in his.

  “If I don’t do something Lisa, you’re gonna fail my class,” he says, a warm, understanding smile on his face. “And I can’t let that happen. Not to my favourite student.” His free hand reaches out to rest upon my hip, tugging me a little closer, to stand between his legs.

  I know what he’s saying is serious, but the scent of his cologne is intoxicating, and my eyelashes flutter dreamily.

  Then, the sensation of his thighs pressed on either side of me registers in my mind, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.

  “Oh, it’s okay sweetie,” he says, hearing that sound and misplacing it for worry.

  What worry? Over my grades? All I could think about was him! And in his concern he’s tugging me in closer, wrapping an arm around me.

  “You know I love you, baby,” he says, leaning in so close, pressing his forehead to mine as I feel one of his strong hands roam from my hip down over the round curve of my ass, just a teensy, tiny bit.

  Skirting between parental affection and something so inappropriate. Something I dream about, something I want, more than anything. I envision that hand moving down just a little more, trying to will it to action, and because the sound worked before, I moan again.

  “You know, just having you in my class…” he says, speaking in such a low husk, “it makes me feel so good.” He presses in closer, until those lips are but a hair’s breadth away from my own. “I’ve got the sweetest, prettiest girl in all the world right there in front of me,” he declares in his deep, husky voice, stroking my skin with his hard hands.

  Slowly our foreheads slide apart, and his light stubble is tickling my skin as we’re cheek to cheek, his mouth so near to my ear.

  “Makes me wish I could just have a little more,” he says, in that dark little whisper.

  Oh God.

  If this is a dream, I never, ever want to wake up. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life, and I swear, I can feel that slickness all down the inside of my thighs. My panties must be nothing more than a
puddle now.

  I grind my hips forward naturally, the desire edging me on, even though I know how wrong it is. I’ve known it was wrong for a long time, the way I always dressed up in short skirts around him, always tried to make him feel the same was about me.

  His hand rounds the swell of my ass, down over the pleats of my skirt before I feel him, bare skin on mine, sliding up beneath the edge of that fabric. He’s cupping my ass, and there’s no mistaking that little sign as he squeezes my flesh so fondly and gives me a soft kiss beneath my ear.

  “You need more time to prepare for the next exam,” he says deeply, kissing his way towards my lips. “You don’t have time for a paper… especially not if we’re gonna be doing extra study sessions, you and me,” he remarks, looking into my eyes a moment before he presses in, kissing me so brazenly, right on the mouth.

  I know it’s not a dream, because his breath tastes like mints and robs me of all the air in my lungs. It’s soft at first, but then it becomes fiercer, more demanding. I’m tugged in towards him, and I can feel his cock throb against my belly, separated only by his pants and my shirt.

  I should pull away, I tell myself, desperately. This is wrong. He’s your step-dad! But the thought only makes me wrap my arms around his neck, tugging myself into him.

  Then that kiss becomes something ravenous, and his tongue is in my mouth and we’re making out so hard and deep. He’s got me locked in his strong arms, and I feel like I’m almost crushed by his passionate embrace, but I’ve never felt so safe and loved.

  Those fingers of his knead my ass, sinking in between the cheeks a little where only the light string of my thong hides. He slides his free hand up, cupping my breast through my blouse as he kisses me deep.

  There’s nothing that can tear me from him now, not when his fingers are groping my ass, working towards that heated core between my thighs. My nipples stiffen beneath my thin, lace bra, and he pinches it roughly. I’ve never been touched like this, never been handled this way, but the little spark of pain fans the fire in my pussy.

  His tongue silences all protests, but he must know as well as I do that we shouldn’t be doing this. Not only is he my step-dad, but he’s my teacher, too! And in his classroom, no less. What if we’re caught? Someone walking in on us, brazenly making out...

  I moan louder.

  I just can’t help it!

  His hand hooks into my thong, and he’s sliding those panties down as he fondles my ass and upper thighs. He’s insatiable, I can feel it, taking charge, no shyness left to him anymore as he gives my tits another squeeze before moving to unbutton my top.

  Our lips moistly smack apart, and he’s grinning at me unevenly, so confident. So sure.

  “I think I’ve got a real special project for you, to make up for the lost grades,” he husks, his voice dripping with such raw masculinity as he reaches into my open shirt, to those exposed mounds of breast flesh, to slip his fingers into my bra and cup my tit bare.

  I’ve been the only person to ever touch myself like this, and his hands... It’s better than I ever expected! So much more real, so much hotter. I’m grinding against him like a wanton slut, and I guess I am, because all I want is for him to tell me to get down on my knees and take out that cock of his.

  I want to see it so bad, to experience it up close and personal, and my mouth crashes against his again with that thought on my mind.

  We’re making out once more, and I’ve never imagined my step-dad being so aggressive. He was always so calm and caring with me, but here he is, ravenous, hungry for me. He’s like a beast as he squeezes my breast then slides his hand back up from my thigh to let his digits graze my slit, sending a shiver down my spine.

  “Get down,” he says in a gravelly command between kisses, “there’s a quick opener you need to do for me. On your knees.”

  Is this real? Is he reading my mind?

  I pull away, and when I speak, my voice is a little huskier with desire.

  “Dad, I’ve... I’ve never done this.” I swallow, suddenly worried that he might think I’d want to stop! I couldn’t let him think that! “But I want to. With you. Oh God I’ve...”

  My cheeks flush pink, and I bite my lower lip to stop rattling on.

  “Shhh,” he urges me, cupping my cheek and kissing my lips again reassuringly, such warm moist affection. “It’s okay, it’s all part of your new lessons,” he explains to me in a low murmur, but then I hear his belt come loose with a jangle, and his zipper come undone.

  When I look down, I see it. My daddy’s thick fucking cock. Sticking right up, it's so big and long, veiny and hard, bulging out and big at the tip, where I see the purple crown glistening with precum.

  I know it’s not polite to stare, but I can’t help it. I’m sure my eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and my mouth is watering like you wouldn’t believe.

  “Holy fuck,” I curse, and I feel dizzy with desire. This is making me so horny.

  And knowing we shouldn’t do this makes it even hotter. If anyone found out about it, his life would be ruined, but he doesn’t seem to care at all! He wants me that bad.

  He’s a broad trembling mass of male desire, but he keeps his cool as he takes hold of me, guides me on down to my knees before his desk, until I’m knelt right before him. He grasps the base of his dick and he brandishes it before my face.

  “My favourite girl in the whole wide world needs her first real lesson with teacher,” he husks, and I can smell his intoxicating male scent as he presses that glistening purple tip against my lips. “Slide it on in sweetie, keep those teeth hidden… and lick your little heart out,” he tells me so confidently.

  Anyone should be so lucky as to have someone teach them like this, and even though I’m shaking like a leaf in my excitement, I do just like he says. I want to make him happy, and that’s even before he told me about my grades. This man is my dream man, and I’ve been wanting to blow him ever since I started having urges. I’ve never even fantasized about anyone else.

  I taste him on my tongue, a sweet and salty combination that makes me whimper, and I lick around him as I do my best to keep my teeth away from his sensitive flesh.

  It’s my first time, but whatever I’m doing with my first attempts it seems to be working, because I hear him give a husky, lewd moan as his dick sinks into my warm, waiting mouth. My saliva slowly coats his length as he pets my hair encouragingly.

  “That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he says approvingly, and I look up to see him unbuttoning his shirt, showing off his rock hard pecs and stony abs as they rise and fall with each of his heavy breaths. “Now take it deeper… let it slide on over your tongue, but be careful of gagging,” he cautions me, his words all so throaty and lust-laced.

  I move forward, my hands resting on his thighs. Each inch I take sends me another thrill, and I want to please him in ways getting good grades never could. He’s so sexy, and tastes so good. I want more, and before I know it, what he warned me about happens. I take him too deep, and my body protests. I pull back for a second to take the pressure off my throat, but I’m so horny I want him to fill me, damn it!

  He’s breathing heavily, and taking him in so deep makes him pant a little.

  “Easy,” he says, a smile on his handsome face as he strokes my one cheek and brushes back my hair. “You’re an eager little cocksucker for daddy, I can tell,” he says, licking his lips as he firmly guides me with those large hands of his, his long fingers knitting into my hair. “Bob your head like this, take it easy, get used to it,” he says.

  Hearing him say those words, he makes me feel so dirty, but I like it. I want more. I want to make him gasp and moan in delight, the way I always do when I touch myself while thinking of him.

  I move forward, my tongue running down the underside of his dick and I try to go slow, to warm myself up. To make it so that next time I go that deep, maybe I won’t even gag!

  With his strong hands upon my head and face guiding me, I ease into it, sucking him off so smo
othly once we’re into the swing of things together. Those heavy balls of his smacking against my chin as he moans aloud, and those thick, hard muscles over me are twitching and bulging.

  Every time I hear that pleasured growl from him, my clit aches a little more. My nipples strain and my pussy pulses, but this isn’t all about me, and I want to make him feel so good before he finally takes my virginity.

  I can see the veins bulge upon his muscular physique, hear how deeply my mouth and tongue are pleasing him. But then just as I’m getting used to taking him in deeper without gagging, and I’m really moving along that dick so fast, he forcibly guides me off until that shaft is left bobbing and glistening before my face.

  “Ohh shit baby,” he says, a shudder passing through him as some precum spurts from his dick. “You’re clearly a natural cock sucker for daddy, as good as you are,” he says with a grin down at me, taking hold of my hands and guiding me up from my knees to stand. “But I’m planning to blow my load somewhere else right now,” he says, ogling my tits before smiling at me and giving me another kiss.

  I wonder if he can taste himself on my mouth. I press my tongue against him hungrily as my hands go to his shoulders.

  “Where?” I ask, because damn, right now, I’m going out of my mind not having his cock in me.

  “Right here, sweetie,” he says, a growling edge to his voice as he guides me to his desk. Those strong, large hands of his resting upon my hip and shoulder as he positions me, guiding me to bend over, press my palms to his desk. After tugging my panties on down over one leg, leaving them to dangle from an ankle, he nudges my feet apart so my legs are spread wide.

  “There you go,” he says to me, sliding his hands up my calves and the back of my thighs, lifting my skirt as he leans in to kiss the cheek of my ass. “You’ve got such a gorgeous ass,” he remarks.

  I shiver and my back involuntarily arches as my hips press towards him. I can’t believe this is happening! One of my hands moves from the desk, grabbing my ass cheek and pulling it apart just slightly, begging him with my actions more than my words.