Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “Oh God, Amy!” he moans, and I feel him swell inside me, thicker than ever.

  It’s out of this world, and I can’t help but cry out again and again. My breaths are hard and fast, and shallow since my breasts are smushed on the table. I can’t seem to get enough air in my lungs, and it makes me feel light and heady.

  “Daddy!” I cry out, but it’s so good, and I’m brimming over with love.

  “Ohh Amy!” he bellows in return, and he picks up his pace, pounding into my tight little pussy so hard and fast now. His balls slapping against my clit as he hammers his dick into me, all that power in his masculine body put to use fucking me atop the kitchen table.

  But then, then he does something entirely new: he slaps his hand against my ass as his dick swells. Then again! Louder, harder this time.

  “I can’t resist,” he chants, breathlessly.

  It’s sharp pain, and warm, overwhelming pleasure, melding together in my body. His touch is everything I could have imagined and more, even the painful slaps of his hand against my bum. And it feels only right, him punishing me. Making me suffer a little for all this joy I’m feeling!

  He told me it’s not my fault, it’s not my sin, just his, but that sting helps bury the last slivers of worry all the same. And he gives me another for good measure, making my ass cheek sting as he pounds me, causing the kitchen table to creak.

  Those strong hands of his move up from my hip, stroking my smooth flesh. But while one returns to its place, the other moves in beneath my top, and yanks my bra down roughly, nearly ripping it as he grasps my breast and squeezes it, all without missing a beat of his needful thrusting.

  I’m perched so precariously on the table as I arch up, wanting to feel as those strong fingers dig into my fleshy tits. I whimper as he pushes in again, and I quake atop the table. That sensation of pleasure starts building again, each strike of his body against mine bringing me closer to climax.

  My daddy’s a ravenous beast though, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow. He’s hammering me so hard the table jars forward, the utensils and plates making a ton of noise as his gruff panting and moaning fills the air.

  “Oh God, sweetie… it’s… it’s too late, I can’t stop myself,” he groans, his dick pulsing thicker and thicker. “I’ve got to spill my seed in you, oh Lord… I have to, I have to!” he cries.

  And I knew he had to, right from the start, because it was a bigger sin to let that seed go unsewn. He’d always taught me that, but when I try to tell him it’s okay, my brain is too foggy to say anything right.

  “You have to!” I instead say, my entire body quivering with the anticipating of what’s to come.

  He lets loose such a loud roar, and smacks my ass cheek again. He’s pounding me so hard as he reaches forward, letting my heavy breast hang as he coils my hair about his hand, in between his fingers.

  “Oh Amy… I can’t resist your sweet flesh,” he says, the last words of his I can decipher before he’s all grunts and moans, and the air is too full of the slaps of our flesh anyhow. Then his rough, hard thrusts become such a frenzy, building up and up until…

  He lets loose a howl. I feel him stretch my slick canal wide as he blows his load into my pussy. Thick streams of creamy seed spurting out of his cock as he buries his dick in deep and refuses to waste a drop.

  My back arches, and I’m filled with such a powerful sensation. I don’t know how to describe it, but it was like the warm embrace of heaven, a sense of peace and beauty and righteousness filling me and making me beam with its bliss.

  And it lasts so long, on through the jarring pushes as he empties his loins, the bumps and grinds as each last spurt fills my depths. He clings to me tight until he leans over my back, panting and moaning, fondling me with those rough, hard hands of his.

  “Oh Amy… yours is a test I just could not overcome,” he says breathlessly, kissing along my spine, then towards my shoulders.

  It’s so nice and tender after such a mix of pleasure and pain, and my body softens at his gentle kisses. He’s still lodged within me, and I bite on my lower lip, trying to quiet my whimpers. But I want more than anything for him to know that it’s okay. That it has to be okay, because I want more.

  He begins to pull away though, and I feel so sad… but he doesn’t let go, and he doesn’t slide out. Instead he pulls me with him, until we’re both sitting back on his chair, the wood groaning beneath us as I’m perched upon his lap.

  “Oh my darling Amy,” he says, kissing me so softly as his hips rock beneath me, and I feel him grinding up into my slick little slit some more. “I am but a man to your charms.”

  It’s such sweetness, so much warmth and love, and I’ve never felt closer to him than I do right now. I just want to be wrapped in his arms forever, and I curl into him as best I can, letting him pepper my skin with kisses.

  “That didn’t feel wrong, daddy...”

  He fondles my breasts as his lips roam along my shoulder, those hands then letting my tits drop as he moves on down, over my legs. He grasps my thighs from in under, and I feel his teeth nibble at my flesh.

  “Of course it didn’t,” he says, his voice moaning as he lifts me up, helping me ride atop his cock in his lap slowly. “You’re just doing what you’re meant to… I was the one who sinned, sweet child… and I can’t help it. I need to sin again,” he confesses.

  And I know just what he means, because I don’t want to stop either. It’s like the dams have opened, and now I just want more. I’ve fantasized for so long, and to know he feels the same way, to know he wants me just as bad as I want him, is amazing.

  No, not wants. Needs. He needs me. That’s what causes him to sin with me. He can’t keep himself from fulfilling that vital need.

  He kisses at my neck as my body slides back down his dick, then he’s lifting me again. Those strong arms causing me to rise and fall faster, faster… my tits not keeping up with the rest of me as I bob along daddy’s cock, so that they slap heavily to my chest as he fucks me.

  My toes press into the floor so I can help him as he lifts me up then lets me fall back down on his thick cock. I’m so wet from our combined juices that it doesn’t hurt anymore, and I start rocking my hips a little, testing to see how he feels best. And every which way... he feels wonderful. My hands go to his legs, holding myself up as he makes me ride him.

  I can hear his husky, rough moans next to my ear as we rut like that in the kitchen, his arms holding me, his lips kissing me. His hard cock throbbing within me, pulsating with such need as he squeezes me thighs in his iron grasp.

  “Ohh Amy, darling…” he moans, our combined juices coating his cock, running down along his balls as my skirt rises with each descent before resting back around my hips on the way up. “You feel better than heaven itself… it’s true… oh God it’s true,” he moans.

  And I know it’s blasphemous, but I know it’s true too, because he feels the same to me. And if God gave us these bodies, and this type of pleasure, then wouldn’t experiencing it together be good?

  Oh, I hope so, because I can’t stop this now. I’ll never be able to stop wanting my daddy’s cock after this!

  “Rub that little clit… cum on my cock,” he demands of me in a voice that I just dare not refuse. He rocks his hips and moves me faster, harder, pumping his thick, veiny dick into me at an increasing rate, the wet sounds of our bodies meeting filling the air almost as thick as the aroma of our love making.

  It sounds so deliciously dirty, and I bring one of my hands between my thighs. My fingers are so much softer, so much smaller than his, but the instant I feel that spark of energy, I’m able to pinpoint it and focus on it. The little circles I have to make, just the right amount of pressure, as my fingers get lubricated.

  It feels so good to finally give in to temptation, to feel all the things I wanted to feel, and before long, I’m grinding on my daddy’s cock while I’m playing with my pussy.

  The two of us are moaning so lewdly, completely unrestrained n
ow as I do what he demands and we’re rutting so shamelessly in the kitchen. His balls slapping up against me again as he starts to pump his hips with such force.

  The momentum of us going at it getting so heavy that I feel that fire coiling up inside me again, just as his cock is pulsating, thickening.

  “Ohh Amy, cum on my cock… do it, let me feel it,” he says hoarsely, and I know he’s getting close again.

  And so am I. That buzzing starts, and I find that perfect tempo, and that perfect pressure, and in seconds, my mind goes hazy and my body starts to twitch. Every bit of my nerves is standing to attention, my limbs twitching as I gasp and moan and cum on my daddy’s cock.

  I’m crying out as a flood of honey coats his cock and runs on down to his balls, and then all’s lost.

  I hear my daddy let loose a big, brutish roar and he’s pounding up into me with such fury. I came so hard and I’m twitching and gasping atop him, but then he blows his load once more. This time thrusting wildly as he spurts his seed, filling me up so completely, seeding my depths for the second time as he bucks and moans.

  By the time the electric bolts stop zapping me, he’s stilled deep within me, and I take a moment to catch my breath. My entire body feels so much lighter, so much more relaxed, and I let out a sigh of contentment.

  We both settle down, the two of us panting and moaning and stick from our love making. He folds my legs together and holds me in his arms upon his lap, his hard cock still inside me as we wallow in the afterglow.

  “Oh Heaven, Amy… I sinned… but you are truly the Lord’s vessel,” he says, sighing as he brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck fondly.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long,” I murmur, afraid of the words even as I say them. Afraid of admitting that I’ve always wanted to be his, to have him take me just like this.

  “So have I, sweetie… you’re such a good girl,” he says fondly, and he holds me in his arms for so long like that, cradling and coddling me.

  Becca’s Fertile First Time

  Book Themes:

  M/F/M sex, breeding, impregnating creampies, virginity loss, alcohol

  Word Count:

  5,494

  I laid my head back in the bathtub, looking at the muted white of the ceiling as I drew circles around my clit. I wasn’t really seeking gratification, as such. I simply wanted to make my pussy hum, to quiet the throbbing, screaming sensation of my desire.

  I’ve just come of age, and tonight was to be my first party, and I was so turned on, I couldn’t even fathom. My mother and my fathers were all so proud of me.

  This will be the first time I offer up my body to all the men of the town, ready to give them a chance to knock me up.

  And I already had two guys in mind that I wanted to be my firsts. The ones most likely to get me pregnant, the first ones I wanted to cum in my fertile body.

  Fertility is a big deal in my town. Continuing on our culture and traditions, born into a town that really knows that it takes a village to raise a child.

  I was finally about to find out what losing my virginity would feel like, and I only hoped that Derrick and Lars would be there. They told me they would. Promised, on the very last day of school together, that they’d make my first time something to remember, and with their broad bodies and lusty gaze, I believed them.

  Just the thought of Derrick and his short, dark hair and broad smile was enough to make me moan, envisioning what he’d feel like, mouth between my thighs. And Lars, the big, dumb blonde that always held my books for me and was such a gentleman...

  “Oh,” I whimpered again as my clit throbbed against my hand.

  Women of my town took to bed as many men as they fancied, or dared. That way, each man she fucked had a stake in her children, with it potentially being his. It was an old way of doing things, considered strange beyond our little corner of the world, upon our rocky island, I heard, but it was our way, and felt familiar to me.

  The multitude of father’s I had all my life growing up, who loved and adored me, was testament to how lovely it worked. I had but one mom, but so many wonderful dads to take me out for ice cream, to buy me fancy school things, and hold me when I was sad.

  I only hoped to give my child the same thing. Starting with Derrick and Lars.

  I smiled as a tremor went through my body.

  I knew I was a fairly pretty girl. My mom always complimented my child bearing hips, the fullness of my breasts. She said I had the body for breeding, and as I pulled on the bright pink dress, I couldn’t help but agree. I was going to wear ballerina flats, and pull my blonde hair back into a ponytail, so that I could really enjoy my first party.

  The party itself wasn’t much. Every night we had one, and it was just some drinks, people milling about and catching up with anyone. All of the eligible fathers who were interested in knocking a lady up, and all the women looking for partners. There were usually more guys than girls, some of my dads told me, and I already had my heart set on two.

  But I wanted the chance to have a few drinks and tease the men of the town with my impressive cleavage and round ass.

  My mom lived with a couple of my dads, and they were both there for me, smiling proudly as I got myself into shape for the gathering.

  “The boys are gonna go wild for you, Becca,” said Tom, the older of my fathers.

  “You’re gonna make a great mom,” added on Malcolm.

  And I knew they were right, because I’d do whatever I could for my children. Starting with getting them the best fathers I could.

  I arrived at the party to the sight of so many smiling, friendly faces. The men there all so pleased to see me. I had a drink in my hands the moment I crossed the threshold. But all the charming, dapper gentleman had to wait a moment, I was on the prowl for two in particular.

  Lars stood out the most of the two, the big handsome brute in his simple tight white shirt, holding a drink as he stood beside Derrick. The two of them chatting and looking around. For me, I was sure, because when they saw me, their faces lit up.

  “Hey Becca! You made it,” Derrick said with a smile.

  “Damn girl,” Lars added on, grabbing his junk so lewdly right there in the middle of the crowded hall. “Maybe we should just go to the bathroom here and now, ‘cause I don’t got the patience to wait for you,” he said with a husky growl.

  But he was always like that, and I laughed him off, swatting at his muscular chest playfully. Though, honestly, I was thinking about what he looked like under it. I wanted him just as bad, right then and there, plans be damned.

  But that’d be like spilling honey at an ant-hill, and I wanted an absolute say in every man that was to become the father of my baby. Not just allowing any old brute to cum in me.

  I smiled towards Derrick, the less crude of the two, as I sipped my drink and gave him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes.

  “Glad to see you’re both here,” I purred, my voice breathy.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Derrick said, his eyes locked with my own so intensely. There was no mistaking how eager he was for me, how much he wanted to be the first father of my child. He’d told me so himself.

  He wasn’t lewd like Lars, but he and I had flirted for some time. He’d told me in secret confessional letters, passed across class, that he dreamed that someday I’d let him by the first to slip in me, and we’d move in together, and he’d help me every step of the way, as friends and lovers.

  That was the most special kind of bond on the island.

  “You kiddin’ me?” Lars intruded on my revelry, as I was remembering the elicit things that Derrick had said. “Been dyin’ to have my go at you since eighth grade,” Lars said with a broad, shameless grin.

  I laughed, my eyes sparkling as I took more of my drink, glancing back to the crowd as if I was just so smooth and certain of myself. But honestly, I was a nervous wreck on the inside, and I just wanted to leave, to take them back to my room and finally just feel their cocks pistoning into me.

 
; I’d played with myself, fucked myself with my fingers, but more than anything, I wanted their hard dicks.

  And as that thought occurred to me and my lashes descended, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. There was no way I was going to be able to mingle for very long, but still I looked to Lars.

  “Will you get me another drink?”

  That big blonde babe of a man gave me a toothy nod and took off without a word to fetch me one, just like that. Never seen him so excited in all my life.

  “I bet you’ve got it all planned out how you want it to go, huh?” Derrick said to me, smiling in that handsome, sweet way he always did as he closed in next to me. “I’m so happy you picked me, you know,” he added on softly in a quiet murmur, his arm reaching out around my back in such a display of casual confidence, I barely noticed how nervous he was too.

  I relaxed into him, hoping it’d calm his nerves, as well as my own, and noticed how clean and fresh he smelled.

  “I am too,” I agreed. What better way than giving away my virginity to two men I trusted the most in the world?

  I just wanted to take him, then and there. To run my fingers down his body, to see if he was hard for me yet. Somehow, I resisted.

  “And I don’t really have it planned. I just wanted to go with the flow.”

  “Well,” Derrick started, hesitating to swallow with that little bit of nervousness, “I rented a hotel room for us… If you want to use it, I mean. Just in case. Something pretty nice,” he said, taking another quick sip of his own drink right before Lars returned.

  “Here ya go,” the big man said, holding out the glass. “Had to beat a few fellas to death, but I got it for you ASAP,” he remarked with a toothy grin.

  I laughed as I took it, endeared by his bravado, Derrick’s caution. They were the perfect contrast, and I sipped the drink eagerly. A hotel room? I couldn’t believe he’d go through the trouble. Derrick only had three fathers, putting him at a disadvantage, so it was obviously much more meaningful, and I looked back to him with a gentle smile that was laced with lust.