Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “Who is it?” he asked me, but then I saw clear as day who it was.

  It was Sheriff Jeb.

  “It’s the law!” I said in warnin’, fearin’ for him despite myself, clamorouin’ to pull up my daisy dukes and tie up my shorts. “You gotta hide!” I said, desperate to protect the man who took my virginity. Who first made love to me.

  He did just that, and hid out of sight as I did my best not to walk all bowlegged and funny from his fuckin’, only hopin’ I could pull it off.

  Needless to say, Sheriff Jeb had his suspicions with my strange state of bein’. But he knew me since I was a kid, and he never did more than worry and fuss that I should head on upstairs and get some rest. As for my bandit lover…

  Well, he vanished. Out of the blue.

  By the time I got back to tell him that officer Jeb was goin’, he was gone, and I never saw him again.

  That is, until about six months later, when my belly was big and round, and his child was growin’ inside of me.

  That was when he showed back up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, a crooked grin on his face as he stood there in his leather jacket. Lookin’ so damn gorgeous.

  “Damn girl. You look even better pregnant,” were his first words to me. Though they weren’t the last. In the comin’ months, he hid out on my farm with me, seein’ our baby come to be born.

  It wasn’t what I expected, not even a little bit, but the Lord works in mysterious ways.

  The Fertile Actress

  Book Themes:

  Cuckolding, Breeding, and Impregnating Creampies

  Word Count:

  5,122

  I’d gone to every one of her movies, even the romantic comedy ones that made me roll my eyes, just so that I could see her again. We’d fallen out of touch over the fifteen years after graduating high school, but she’d always be my first love, my high school sweetheart. Until she moved away to pursue her acting career, and I went off to law school. We’d tried to make it work, but it all fell apart.

  Now she was married to a gorgeous hunk, and I’d read on one of those slimy magazine covers that they were going to try for a baby. All the world’s eyes were on them, tabloids angling into every bit of their business.

  So maybe I shouldn’t have been so bowled over when she called me and asked me to meet her in person. She was flying into New York for a shoot, and we’d still kept in touch on social media, after all.

  But when she asked me to do her and her husband a favour?

  And that favour involved having unprotected sex with her, to knock her up and let the world figure that it was her husband’s baby?

  Well, second chances come in weird ways, and I couldn’t say no.

  I did my best to not seem desperate, of course. Didn’t jump at her request – her plea – for me to knock her up right then and there. I instead said I’d think about it and that we’d meet up again that evening. Fair enough.

  Of course, by the time that evening came, I was dying to blow a load in my old crush. I showed up at the hotel in a nice business suit, but ditched the tie in my car. Of course, I wanted to look more casual after leaving the office. Besides, it was her that came to me for help now. Not like the days long ago when I was salivating after her through high school, but could never impress her enough to be only mine, for good.

  Since then I’d kept in shape: early morning workouts with some of the partners were not only healthy but a good networking potential. So my shoulders were broad and built, my biceps and torso filled out well. I was a catch, which is why I never settled down into a long term thing with one woman; I figured I’d use my prime years to look around, have fun.

  Besides, I didn’t want some gold digger coming along and spoiling my future. But Zoe was no gold digger. She had fortunes amassed beyond compare, with mansions around the world.

  The hotel she was staying at, though, wasn’t the nicest in the city. She was trying to keep a low profile for her clandestine meeting with me, no doubt. The fact that she felt she could trust me, though? Yea, I couldn’t help but be a little flattered that I’d mattered that much, even after all these years.

  When she answered the door, she was dressed fairly casually in a navy dress that hugged her curves. Her skin was pale and pristine, her ruby lips so full and her eyes still wide and youthful, despite the years between when I’d first fallen for her.

  She was just past 30, and yet her skin was radiant and her long, curled hair was clearly styled. She smiled as she saw me, just like she used to, with excitement and affection twinkling behind her eyes as she let me in.

  “I’m so glad you decided to come back, Alex,” she said with a respectful bow of her head, all cordiality.

  Of course I’d come back. Knocking up my high school crush / movie star topped my list of desires. Even if at the end of it she went home to her husband on the other side of the country.

  “I can’t leave you hangin’,” I said as I stepped on into her hotel room, a smile on my face as I took it in. It certainly wasn’t the nicest, but it was far from the worst hotel room either. After a quick survey of the black and grey, modern-style furnishings, I smiled back at her.

  “Funny to think of us together after all these years,” I remarked, looking her over casually. “I’m glad you thought of me when this problem came up,” I said, which was honest enough. I was glad.

  Just maybe not for all the same reasons she hoped for.

  She brought me further into the room, and there was a bottle of wine, chilled on ice, and she gave a lopsided smile that had always endeared me.

  “I don’t really know how to go about this, so I figured... Wine’s always the best way,” Clarissa said. “Would loosen us up a little.”

  I plucked the bottle of wine out of the ice and looked it over, seemed an expensive label, not that I was an expert. Though when you deal with fancy clients, you learn to fake it. I plucked up the glasses and helped myself to pouring us up some, handing her one and taking my own.

  “To old friends,” I said in a toast, holding out my glass to her.

  She raised her glass to mine, a little too eager to drink it back, but she looked more relaxed even before the alcohol could pollute her system. Just the act alone seemed to calm some of her frayed nerves.

  “God, crazy how things have changed,” she said, looking me over with, what I thought to be, appreciation. Couldn’t help but feel my ego puff up a little bit at that.

  I topped her glass off for her again as we took a seat upon the edge of the bed.

  “It’s a lot of time between now and then,” I said, reaching over and patting my hand atop her knee, rubbing over her thigh just a little. “We were just kids then, only starting to come into our own. There’s been college, career and movies that have changed us both since then,” I said with a smile. “Which you’ve been great in, I might add,” I said to her with a warm smile, enjoying her scent so close as I was.

  She let out a soft laugh.

  “I didn’t figure you’d have seen any of them. Wasn’t... I mean, I didn’t want to hope they might be your thing. They’ve all meant a lot to me,” she said with such sincerity as her face lifted to mine, her large eyes sparkling.

  “You look really good,” she finally managed. “I’m not just saying that.”

  “Thank you,” I responded with a smile, tracing my hand down over my shirt, which only served to highlight the hard pecs and abs just beneath. “And I saw every one of your movies,” I confessed with a shrug, drinking some of my own wine. “Even the ones that weren’t very manly of me to go see,” I jested with a half-cocked smirk. “You made them all worth it. As fine an actress as there is, more beautiful than your high school days by far.”

  The giggle she had was still the same, the modest way she lowered her eyes. I guess beyond the bright lights of Hollywood, she was still a person, just like before. Still a little uncertain, a little shy, she just learned to fake it for the cameras and the media.

  But now she was alone wi
th me, asking a favour, and she went back to the girl I’d dated in high school.

  Her hand rest atop mine on her knee, looking at me with such affection.

  “I hope this won’t be weird,” she said gently.

  “Maybe a little,” I said with a wink then downed the rest of my own glass before laying it aside on the night stand. “But hey, it was weird just dating all those years ago. Because we were new to the whole thing. New to our changing selves. That’s life, weird new circumstances that you just get used to,” I said, so confident and assured. Ten years of law had taught me how to be confident and in control, even when standing among a sea of hostile faces.

  Compared to the prosecution and jury, my old crush, come back to beg my help, hardly seemed like a challenge. So I squeezed her knee and rubbed her thigh a little as I leaned into her.

  “You were really great in that last movie,” I said, the sex scene foremost in my mind at that point, though I tried to will it away.

  Her skin warmed against my hand, her slender legs parting just slightly as she took another sip of her wine. It certainly wasn’t enough liquor to alter her actions, but it was enough to relieve some of that tightness between her shoulders, making her look at me with just slightly lidded eyes.

  “You watch it in theatres?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding my head slowly as my arm wound around her, rubbed at her shoulder. My grasp was strong, and she was dainty, that Hollywood movie star frame of hers so delicate in my grasp as I worked the tension from her. “Though you make it all feel so personal… so intensely romantic, it feels almost feels scandalous watching you in public like that,” I teased with a smile, leaning in and touching my lips to her cheek with a soft kiss.

  She giggled again, though it was laced with nerves, anxiousness, affection. She nibbled on her lower lip, glancing up at me from the corner of her eyes. She’d always been a good girl in high school, dating around but never going all the way. I’d only ever got to second base with her before, and I couldn’t deny the thought of finally fucking her, raw, was exciting.

  My hand travelled up her thigh, and I couldn’t help myself, I just leaned in and placed my lips to her neck. I kissed her, suckled at her neck just a little as I squeezed her body to mine. I didn’t want to spend all night warming into it, easing into the mood. I wanted her bad, and I wanted that spark to flare up.

  I rubbed my hand over her back as I felt her out, her slender body pressed up against my hard muscles. I wanted to feel in her some of the desire she had for me.

  She gasped at my kiss, but instead of recoiling, she moved closer.

  Sure, kissing her wasn’t part of the deal, not that we’d really hashed out a list of things I could and couldn’t do. The only stipulation was that I’d fuck her, raw, and hopefully knock her up.

  And that I’d, at the very least, spend the night to see her off in the morning as well. Didn’t want to miss an opportunity.

  So maybe she’d been a bit shocked at my kiss, the way my tongue grazed across the surface of her flesh, tasting her. It certainly sent a shiver down her body, her nipples stiffening beneath her dress.

  My hand travelled up from her thigh, on over her body to cup at her breast. I could feel that nipple prod against my palm as I felt her up, let my fingers sink into her supple flesh, feel her out as I kissed my way up her neck to her ear. I suckled at her lobe, tugged upon it as my body pressed to hers, slowly pushing her back towards the bed.

  I wanted her bad, and already that fact was plainly clear by the bulge in my groin. My cock was rock solid, and I wanted to be inside her desperately.

  She set aside the empty wineglass, her eyes upon me and I could only describe her gaze as smoldering. She was shy, sure. Reserved, a little. But her legs spread softly, as if I wouldn’t notice, and her lips dropped open and let out a little whimper as I kissed and nipped her neck and ear.

  How long had I dreamed about doing this? Yet never, no matter how wild they got, did I think she’d call me up, asking me to bang her raw, get her pregnant with my seed. That was out of the realm of even my fantasies, yet it was quickly becoming my reality.

  For years I’d been so careful with girlfriends, never wanting to be stuck with a kid I didn’t want. Always packing condoms despite my urges to trust in the pill and enjoy some raw sex. But now I got to have it, and better yet… I’d get to knock her up and not worry about the consequences.

  My hand slid back down from her breast to her leg, I rubbed over her smooth thigh, then on up underneath her dress, my grasp tightened about her hip, thumb rubbing inwards. I was just dying to get in between her legs, and I felt out the source of her feminine heat.

  “God,” she muttered, her head rolling back into the pillow, her body arching upwards, breasts thrust into to air as her legs spread further for me. She was already so damn wet, her panties soaking, and I rubbed them into her, making her writhe beneath me. That shyness was quickly fading away as she moaned, and it was such a familiar sound from her movies. I wondered how into it she got, all those people watching as she pretended to get fucked.

  I guess I’d soon find out how good her acting really was.

  I rose up over her, looking down at her beautiful body, face so flush, watching her writhe as I rubbed her cunny. I rolled my shoulders back and slowly slipped off my jacket before I began to work open my shirt. I’d let her appreciate my body, how well I’d taken care of myself in the years since we’d last been together.

  My shirt came off and then I reached up beneath her dress, to hook my fingers into her panties and slowly peel them away from her quim and off her legs. I gave them a toss onto the nightstand, letting them hook around my wine glass as I got back over her, my black pants bulging with my desire.

  Her hands kept trailing over me, manicured nails teasing my skin as her legs spread, wider and wider until I was able to comfortably fit between them. Her dress pulled up, I could see the perfectly smooth slit, the dainty little labia as her sex parted for me, the petals already so damp.

  She smelled clean and fresh, and she even flushed as she saw me looking at her prized pussy, the thing I’d thought about while beating off on more than one occasion, and it was even better than I could have imagined.

  I reached down and undid the buckle of my pants, ignoring the look of appreciative awe on her face as she stared at my chest. I tugged open the belt, then undid the pants below before shimmying out of them and my boxers.

  When my rock hard dick sprang free, I could see the look of surprise on her face. I was big, my cock so veiny and pulsating. It was a good looking dick. I knew that. I’d had enough girlfriends be impressed to know it was true. And now I was angling my hips down to nudge against her slick petals, to tease her honeyed quick with my thick fuckrod.

  Her gaze kept following my cock, though, not tilting back and pretending like I was her husband. She was staring with desire, licking her lips as her inhibitions slowly melted away. I supposed she somewhere along the line decided that if she was going to sleep with someone not her husband, she was going to enjoy it, because she pressed her breasts up from under the dress, squeezing her left tit as she watched me tease her cunny.

  I was happy to oblige, because it was a dream come true for me. The girl of my dreams, mine at last. If only for a night.

  I brought the bulging, purple tip of my cock on up to the apex of her slit, teased her clit and made her shiver. That was so very satisfying, and I worked my dick on down again, slowly sinking my loins into her pussy. The sight of those puffy labia blossoming around the crown of my cock before swallowing me up as I sank on in was gorgeous. I got carried away with it all, and thrust the rest in, the two of us watching my veiny shaft vanish into her slick, honeyed canal immediately.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, but never did she tear her eyes away as I impaled her upon my thick shaft, spreading her open so lewdly.

  Her hand squeezed her breast harder, shivering in delight as she ground against me, her pussy so tight and wet. It was li
ke a perfect little sleeve, and she was already desperate for me, her breathing becoming quicker, her nails digging half-moons into her firm chest.

  I reached up, pulling down the shoulder strap of her dress to expose her other tit to my gaze. Grasping hold of that fleshy, supple mound, I only then began to pump into her. Rocking my strong hips to tug my cock from her tight little cunny, only to then thrust it back in. Though honestly, the tight pull of her depths helped there. I barely felt like I could tug back a few inches without her grip hauling me back in.

  I found myself moaning uncontrollably, my cock throbbing inside her as I looked down upon her beautiful form. Damn, she truly was more gorgeous than ever.

  Especially with how into it she seemed. Maybe she’d just been nervous, shy at first, about needing my help. Needing to rely on her old high school flame to come and knock her up.

  But now that I was deep within her, fucking her just right, her body came alive and she writhed for me.

  “Oh God, Alex,” she moaned my name. “God, I couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

  If one of us were to confess that, I thought it’d be me. To hear her say it? Surreal. But it only fueled my passions, made me fuck her harder, faster. Pound my hips down into her. We weren’t kids anymore, we were grown up and ravenous, and I wasn’t going to hold back.

  The slap of my balls against her ass resounded, filling the room as I groaned and pounded harder. Harder. My fingers sank into her breast and I clenched its supple curve so tightly as I enjoyed its feel.

  “Fuck,” I cursed aloud. “I’ve dreamt of making you my fuck toy for so damn long!” I said in a husky, groaning voice.

  Some women might have been put off on that, but not Clarissa. No, her legs just kept crawling higher upon my hips until I was forced to grab both of them, putting them over my shoulders and letting me ram in deeper, harder, battering against her cervix as her tits jiggled.

  She was screaming beneath me, warbled cries of pleasure and desire. It was crazy how fast she’d gone from a reserved and closed off woman to this absolutely out of control slut upon my dick, but I was grateful for the fact.