Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  My pink nipples stiffened into his hard, workin’ hands and I leaned back to let him squeeze them. He never did it too hard, but it wasn’t soft neither, and I was writhing my hips against him something fierce as I felt that heat start up beneath my shorts again.

  In return, I got to feel Uncle John's own special heat. And hardness.

  A thick bulge had grown in his black pants, and it pressed against me as I instinctually ground against him. I was innocent, naive, no more than a filly in heat actin' to nature now that Uncle John had opened the gates.

  He held me up with such ease just usin' one arm, and with the other he fondled and felt me out, luxuriated in the feel of my skin like I was some fancy dame and not just a suntanned farm girl.

  My head – my whole world! – was spinnin', so that I didn't even know he had moved us until my back hit the sofa. There was no time to make it to the bed, and Uncle John was undoin' my daisy dukes as our lips smacked noisily.

  Now, I've always been a right religious and good girl, Uncle John no different! Aside from the girl part, that is. But that night... we was like the wild animals, who never knew farm life. We couldn't have waited for our weddin' night no more than a wolf could sit and play fetch.

  Was nothing more than nature when my legs wrapped around him, trying desperately to keep him close after he’d taken away my shorts and revealed that place that no one had ever seen before. It was my sacred secret, you know? But it was glistening with honey beneath the little blonde curls of hair, and I wanted him to touch me there.

  His mouth went to my teat, though, and he was sucking hard on that stiff little nub. Sparks were going through me, my entire body feelin’ hotter and hotter as he kissed my breast. Oh, if I thought him touchin’ it was a new sensation, this was like something I’d never even dreamed up.

  As Uncle John kissed and suckled at my teat like he was ravenous, his large, hard hand dipped down and I couldn't help but gasp as he touched my sacred little 'V'. He rubbed those fingers along its glistening folds, teased and taunted such excited, pleasured sensations out of it, made them spiderweb throughout my whole body.

  I was rocking beneath him, archin' my spine up as he felt me out. I barely even noticed as he began to shed his clothes, the supper preparation all forgotten as he began to shed his finery to reveal the hard, muscled physique beneath. All that glistening hard body, bulging pecs, ripped abs...

  It all started to make sense what I felt when I looked at him each day in the fields.

  Doubly so when he began to unbuckle that belt, and I got my first view of a man's private parts. Such big, hefty balls and a thick, veiny shaft that was bigger than I ever would've thought. I had nothin' to compare it too!

  I couldn’t help but stop and look down. I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I knew what the animals did, and I knew one thing more than any other.

  “Uncle John... That ain’t gonna fit,” I said, concern lacing my voice. I didn’t want nothin’ to spoil this moment, but I knew there was no way he could jam that big pole into my body.

  "Trust me," he said in a deep, dark husky voice, kissing my lips with another moist smack before he got down atop me. Those strong hips of his angling, rubbing his thick tool against me, coating its long length with my glistening honey. The two of us groaned in delight at that feel of our naughty bits touchin' for the first time, and I watched that lil' bit of foreskin roll back as he ground against me, showing off the thick, purple tip.

  "It'll fit," he said as he slid back, positioning it at my pink little cunny, showing just how obscenely large he was compared to my teeny little hole. "We gotta fit," he said, breathing heavily not from exertion, but excitement.

  I still wasn't sure of it like him, but as he began to press down, I gazed between our two bodies – his hard muscle on one side, my soft breasts and flat tummy on the other – I saw that lil' pink flower bloom around his manhood. The blossom of it stretching about him as he sank into me slowly, deeper and deeper.

  I squealed, and he stopped, edging back just a bit. He took his time, my chest heaving as he rocked back and forth to loosen me up, ease more inside with each pass.

  It was uncomfortable, but at the same time, I wanted it. More. I wanted for him to fill me up, to see how deep he could get that massive organ. I was watching so intently until he pressed in a bit further and I let out a little hiss.

  I wasn’t a wimp or nothing like that, but it hurt just then for a moment, and he stopped again, and I thought he’d pull back but he didn’t. Instead he brought a hand to my chest again, taking the left tit into his palm and squeezing the nipple between his two fingers. It was enough to distract me from the pain below as I moaned again, angling my hips toward him as my little bud throbbed with need.

  He didn’t waste any more time, not with me distracted as I was, and he thrust. His hips began to rock steadily, and he filled up my lil' cunny again and again, pressing in deep – so deep I thought I would scream! – then pull back.

  Uncle John's big, meaty shaft kept up its pace without relenting. I watched all the muscles across his body ripple and arch, his abs bunching up then stretching back out as he ploughed into me deeply. It was the most intense moment of my life, and as I looked up and saw his handsome, rugged face contort, I knew he had to feel the same.

  "Oh Lucy," he moaned out in his deep, dusky voice. "Ya feel so damn good," he said, his cock twitching inside me so thickly. His hand slid back to grasp my thigh, "Yer perfect! Such a perfect lil' puss' wrapped about my cock..."

  I’d never heard him say such things before, and they were doin’ something crazy to my body. I was rocking my hips as I looked down over us.

  My breast still clutched in his hand, the flesh bulging out between his rough digits. My smooth stomach, leading down to that little patch of blonde fuzz until I got to that obscene scene. His cock pulled from me, glistening and wet, a little bit of red there before it disappeared within me again.

  I felt him so deep inside me and I shimmied down on the sofa a bit, my legs at his hips.

  He was twice my age, if not more, but he was the one I wanted to claim my sweet little cherry. To make my first time something to sing about.

  Uncle John was the right man for me. I could feel it, and he held me tight and close as he upended my whole world. As he claimed my innocence for himself upon that old, soft couch.

  He was almost as full of moans as I was, our two bodies colliding together, his heavy balls crashing against my ass noisily. We were one then, I could feel it! All the little tingles and fires in my nerves were just extensions from his body, the two of us one whole complete being.

  He kneaded my supple breast like it was fine dough, and kissed at my lips and face with such passion and hunger. He was ravenous for me, as I was for him. The two of us wild creatures as I felt his dick swell in me, pulsing with life that stretched me a little wider each time.

  I screamed his name, praised him to high heavens as he kissed down along my throat, finding the hollow there and suckling the tender flesh. It was so intense, I never figured just a kiss and a nibble on my neck could feel so electric but it did!

  My body started twitching and I didn’t know why, but he must’ve because he growled against my skin and said, “Let it happen, Lucy.”

  I didn’t know what I was supposed to let happen, not until he tweaked my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and suddenly it was like there were fireworks from the fourth of July coursin’ through my entire body!

  Never in my whole life did I experience anythin' like it! My body was on fire, but it was a good burn, and then Uncle John bucked harder in time with it, making me scream out as he filled me up. He went wild, like a stallion, buckin' and yellin' out his groans, my name. He was pumpin' me full of his seed, though at the time I didn't rightly understand it all. Lookin' back now, it makes me smile somethin' fierce to think of how intense it was, for him and me.

  So much of that creamy cum filled me up, flooded my depths and left me panting and sque
aling beneath Uncle John. Until at last, he simmered down too, and he looked down with such love in his eyes as he kissed and fondled me.

  I swear to God, in that moment, I was just filled with so much love and desire I didn’t know what to do with myself.

  My arms wrapped around him and I could still feel him pulsing within me, his male tool still so full and pressed into my sacred V.

  My mouth found his again, my tongue lapping his lips as I tugged him so close. That was what feelin’ whole felt like, I knew. That I would forever want to hold onto that special feeling.

  Sadly, Uncle John was a right devoted man. And he explained to me, that though we gave into temptation once, we'd not do it again. Not until after the weddin' that is. And he was – sadly – true to his word.

  But it made no never mind, because come the time of our weddin', I was plump like a Christmas goose. Uncle John only needed the one shot to make me carry his child.

  It weren't so bad though, as we waited and prepared for the weddin', he'd come to me every day. Wrap those big ol' strong arms around me, kiss my neck, cradle my belly... and though we swore to God not to give in and fornicate again, we found other ways to stay close.

  Lord! How could I have turned away those big strong hands from a touchin' my breasts? All swole as they was with milk. Heck, I couldn't even stop me from reachin' back as Uncle John held me, rubbin' at that big ol' package of his.

  "I love you, Lucy," he'd growl into my ear, all tender and lovin' as I undid his jeans, and rooted out that big ol' tool of his.

  "I love you, Uncle John," I'd say as I felt his bare chest to my back, my fingers wrappin' about that veiny girth, givin' it a nice pump.

  As Uncle John and me discussed, we coudn't lay with one another no more, but... we figured there was nothin' wrong with some lovin' touches. And besides, I loved seein' all that creamy white seed of his a splatterin' on my breasts an' belly.

  Dixie

  Book Themes:

  Barely Legal, Bareback, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  5,686

  Bein’ a southern gal doesn’t necessarily mean you know lick about farms and country life, let me tell ya. Because I was born and raised below the line, and I ain’t never set foot on no farm in all my years. Yet, somewhere along the way I found myself leavin’ the excitin’ city life for some isolated farm off in the quiet countryside.

  It was my pa’s idea. He said to me:

  “Dixie, if you want a free ride through college, you gotta show me you’re serious. You gotta go out and learn your way where life’s still earned.”

  I figured he meant I’d have to take a summer job workin’ at some greasy fast food place. But nope! Not my pa. He’s the creative sort, I guess you could say. Or maybe it was just because he grew up on a farm himself. Either way, he shipped me off to go live on some lonely farm in the middle of nowhere, owned by his aunt.

  Not exactly what I’d call the stuff of excitin’ tales. I thought I was in for one humdinger of a boring time.

  I got off that bus to be picked up by my aunt in a tank top and jeans, with my backpack slung over one shoulder. She yapped to me a whole lot about how much I’d grown, and what it’d be like on the farm, but to tell the truth, ain’t nothin’ worth repeatin’.

  Besides, I think I done hit a memory block. Everything from before I saw him just don’t seem so clear to me anymore.

  Y’see, my pa thought it’d just be my aunt and me on the farm, but what he didn’t know was that just that year she’d promised to hire on a new fella. Maybe it was because she had the hots for him — scratch that, I know it was because she had the hots for him — but whatever, when I got there… I was greeted by such a sight, let me tell ya!

  Hoo boy.

  Bo ain’t what you’d call anythin’ but a man. A real man. He was older’n me by far, for sure, but he weren’t near so old as my aunt. He had the kind of body the fellas in the city, with their gym memberships and protein shakes, could only hope to attain.

  Broad of shoulder, towerin’ six and a half feet tall, he was more muscle than man.

  Oh, it weren’t like he was goin’ around topless that day I set on eyes on him, ‘fraid to say. Seein’ as he was workin’ for my aunt, a lady, he kept it respectable. Or well, as respectable as a hunk of beef like Bo could anyhow.

  He wore a white t-shirt, but the durn thing was near ripped apart from his size! His biceps were bigger’n my head each! And those jeans… oh lordy! So tight, you could make out every bulge. Every. Bulge. And not just the most important one.

  My aunt looked to me and said:

  “That there’s Bo. He’s taken over most of the farm work for me now lately, seein’ as I’m still gettin’ over this operation I had over the winter.”

  And now, I should’ve been more interested in what she was sayin’ about this operation, since nobody else in the family had made mention of it and I assume it was a secret. But heck, can you blame me? My mind was on Bo.

  “He’ll teach you the ins and outs of workin’ the farm each day, while I’ll handle the stuff inside the house, and the horseback ridin’ of course,” she said with a smile.

  Suddenly I was never so disinterested in horses in all my life.

  Childhood fantasies of ponies be damned!

  I needed me some Bo.

  I ain’t about to bore you with the details of my aunt’s teachin’ me. Cookin’, cleanin’, all the tedium of regular house life, but with half the electricity and creature comforts. What a snore!

  The only upside to it all was that from the kitchen I got to look out on Bo workin’ at the fields. Those big, sun-kissed muscles of his strainin’ and bulgin’ as he worked and fixed the equipment.

  When the time came that she finally took me out there and introduced me, I was breathless.

  There he was, with his sun-bleached hair on display, a big smile on his broad, chiselled face, makin’ him look all the more handsome than ever!

  “Howdy there ma’am,” he said to me, extendin’ that big ol’ hand of his, all calloused and hard from his labour.

  Nope, right from the get-go he treated me like a woman and a lady. No condescendin’ nicknames, no cutesy put offs. I took his hand — or tried to, it looked pitiful dainty next to his! — and shook.

  “Well hey yourself,” I said, though probably not with the same amount of charm and grace I’d hoped. I wasn’t from a farm, but I certainly wasn’t from no big city like New York and all their classy ways, so it didn’t come easy to me.

  And I was just turned eighteen, so it wasn’t like I had a huge lot of experience neither, and never had I talked to a man like Bo. My knees were like jelly and my heart was thumpin’ so hard I thought I might faint.

  Bo gave a gentle squeeze to my fingers and reached out, placing his other hand upon my wrist and forearm.

  “It’s a real pleasure to be workin’ beside two such proud ladies,” he said in his deep, husky voice, which had a way of makin’ a ladies parts feel hot and stuffy.

  “Oh, won’t be workin’ beside the two of us,” my aunt said with a gentle laugh. “I’ll still be stickin’ to the house mostly, doctor’s orders,” she lamented. “But you’ll show her how things are done, Bo.”

  “Well that’s a shame, but the two of us will take care of things on your behalf,” Bo said to my aunt, barely lettin’ his sparklin’ blue eyes off of me for a second.

  “Alright, I’ll leave ya both to it! Don’t work too hard!” she said, my aunt takin’ off and leavin’ the two of us together on my second day there. The only downside was that she waited until then to introduce us.

  “Don’t worry,” he said to me, his hand still about mine as he smiled so handsomely. “I won’t ask ya ta do nothin’ too strenuous. I can take care of everythin’ on my own anyhow, Miss Dixie.”

  “I’m tougher than I look,” I protested, because I didn’t want him to think I was some pampered rich girl or nothing. I might never’ve worked a day in my life, but he didn’t know
that.

  I tucked a stray bit of hair behind my ear as I looked up at him, my lips pulled into a sly grin. “Just tell me what to do.”

  He never laughed at me none or made fun, but he smiled and gave a nod of his head.

  “Alright, miss Dixie. But don’t push yaself too hard, like yer aunt said. Take plenty of breaks, drink lotsa water,” he said as he led me on over to what I thought was the barn, but was really a workshop for the tractors and machinery. He took me around, tellin’ me all about the various machines and their uses, but I was havin’ a hard time focussin’. Walkin’ behind him gave an ample view of what a rock hard, shapely rear he had after all, and how’s a girl supposed to keep a clear head through that?

  When finally he turned to me, havin’ clearly asked a question I was numb to, I muttered out a “What?” and he laughed.

  “It’s a bit much to all take in,” he said. “Tell ya what… there was a lil’ project that yer aunt gave me, nothin’ urgent, but would be just perfect for you, I think. C’mon.”

  He winked at me and led me out the back, to a lil’ patch of dirt he’d sectioned off with a fence.

  “Yer aunt wants a lil’ herb garden here, nothin’ ya need tractors and the like for. How’d ya like ta plant some seeds?” he asked with a bright, white-toothed grin.

  I almost giggled, but I swallowed it back and it sounded almost like a snort. My cheeks reddened and I felt humiliated, but he didn’t act like it was anything at all. He just kept smilin’ at me with that patient look of his as I nodded.

  “Ya, sure, I can handle that,” I said, but then immediately felt a bit sad. He’d be out in front and I wouldn’t be able to stare and watch him work.

  That’d make the job of planting even more tedious.

  Should’ve been payin’ more attention after all.

  “Alright, let me show you how it’s done,” he said, as he took up the satchel of seeds and got down into the dirt. And suddenly my reservations vanished, as I got to see him bend down and dig his finger into the soil and then plant another one, then mark each one with the correspondin’ herb marker.