Tasting Candy Page 7

  I could hear Taylor and Raynor laugh, the voice behind me whispering in my ear, “You ready, pledge?”

  Raynor’s big, strong hand rubbed at my shoulder and on to the center of my back as he leaned in and spoke to me in a deep, reassuring voice.

  “Don’t worry. If you pick us, we’ll be as gentle as you like. Promise,” he said, and I could visualize his broad, handsome face grinning without even seeing it, it was already emblazoned in my memory.

  “Yeah, you can’t do any better,” Taylor added, and I felt someone take a hold of my wrist, gently lifting my hand up and out, and I assumed it must’ve been him.

  It was almost like I was a puppet to them, my strings to be tugged and manipulated, but it was... nice.

  Really nice. I don’t know. Maybe there was something in the wine, but it was like all my senses were coming alive and just the hands touching me seemed so much more enticing.

  The moaning in the music was certainly helping, and I felt my heart thumping.

  Becky still had her hands over my eyes, but I could tell she wasn’t speaking to me. “Mitch and Jason want in too.”

  “Jason?” Raynor said, sounding a little concerned. “He hasn’t come to a hazing since he got here.”

  “Yup, he said he wants in though.”

  Before long I had three sets of hands on me, two men’s, one woman’s, and they were all so warm and enticing, coaxing me along as I stood there, as if their gentle strokes and touches were enough to compel me to go along with what was happening.

  “That’s four guys,” Becky said to me, speaking softly into my ear at first. “Your mom was something of a legend here, you know? She took a whole dozen in her hazing. Her very first time. So you could handle four,” she said, and I could hear the low, eager chuckles from the two men before me too.

  A tingle went up my spine, and I didn’t know how to make sense of what she was saying. What she meant.

  My mom had taken a dozen guys during her hazing?

  Taken them where?

  I was breathing harder, my fingers trembling a little and I couldn’t see anything. In fact, even as Becky’s hands moved from my eyes, a piece of thick, velvet fabric took their place, and I was robbed of sight once more.

  I was struck dumb and didn’t know what to say, and Raynor started guiding me, Taylor staying close to my side, his hand still on my waist.

  The three of them guided me on up some stairs, leaving me sightless the whole way. Though I could still hear the loud music, then the sound of moans grew louder as we reached the top of the steps, and I began to realize they weren’t part of the music at all, they seemed to be coming from behind closed and open doors as they took me on down a hallway.

  “She gets the big room, since it’s her first time and who her mom was,” said Becky.

  “Sounds great to me,” Raynor remarked with some excitement to his husky voice as the wood of the floor ended and I found my feet moving over soft, plush carpet.

  I was glad I chose flats over heels, all things considered...

  “What...” I murmured before they stopped, and a door opened ahead of me. I felt its soft whoosh of air, and then smelled this delicious, vanilla scent that just surrounded me. It smelled comforting, warm, and that’s when I realized it smelled just like the candles my mom always had.

  It stopped me in my tracks and Raynor had to guide me in by the hand.

  I groped out with my free hand, trying to find some stability, but instead I found someone’s hard abs. I guessed that it belonged to Taylor, and my hand cringed back. “Sorry.”

  Everyone laughed at that and Becky, strangely, leaned in and nipped at my earlobe playfully.

  “Don’t be so darned shy,” she teased at me, pricking my sides with her long-nailed fingers. “Tonight you’ve got to learn to cut loose, big time.”

  “Yeah, you can touch all you like,” Taylor said and he guided my hand back to his abs, though this time it was up beneath his shirt, to let me feel the smooth, hard flesh bare, without any barrier between us.

  “Tonight’s all about letting go of inhibitions,” Raynor added, kissing my fingertips then bringing them to his jaw, tracing down over the light stubble to his pecs.

  I still barely understood what was happening, and why, and yet I couldn’t help but start to feel excited. My hand up against Taylor’s warm, hard flesh felt so forbidden and wrong... Yet right, at the same time.

  And the lips against me... I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. It was delightful, inviting, exciting. I lost my breath for a moment as I took it all in, pressed between those three bodies and feeling so good.

  But then my nerves caught up with me, and my hand retreated from Taylor’s stomach.

  “Becky, you know I’ve never... with anyone,” I murmured, remembering what she’d said about four guys. If I held onto my virginity because I was afraid of embarrassing myself, that was amplified by five!

  “Don’t be silly, Julia,” Becky chided in a soft, gentle voice. “You have to learn it sometime, and that’s why we’re all here…” she said, letting her own hands slide on down from my shoulders to my sides, letting her fingers edge in and sneak a little squeeze of my breasts, which made me gasp.

  “Yeah, we’re here for you, babe,” Raynor said in his deep, dark husk, leaning his large body in and kissing at my neck ever so softly.

  I had to admit that even though I was scared — terrified even! — my body wanted more. Craved it. They were teasing me with their mouths, their hands, and it felt amazing.

  I swallowed, letting out a little breath.

  “You won’t make fun?” I asked, feeling so silly as the words came out of my mouth. I was an adult but I felt like a scared little kid that really wanted to do something but needed that extra little reassurance. Just one more nudge in the right direction.

  “Nobody cares one bit about making fun of you,” Taylor said as he guided my hand on back to his bare, hard muscles, tracing my fingertips over the ridges and valleys of his sculpted body, on down to the edge of his jeans.

  “Yeah, these guys are just after your hot body, Julia,” Becky said with what must’ve been a devious grin, letting one hand trail on down over my stomach, as the other went behind and began to slowly undo my dress. “Your tight little pussy,” she added, before sliding her palm over that private area of mine.

  “Well… that’s not all we’re after, but I know it’s what’s on the top of my mind,” Raynor said as he kissed my neck again, nipped at it playfully as his hand went to my hip and squeezed with his gentle strength.

  Their words made my body tense and release, excitement growing in my belly. It wasn’t what I’d expected, maybe not even what I’d wanted, and yet it felt kinda safe. Like... it’d teach me what I wanted to know and I wouldn’t need to feel bad about it at all. Then I wouldn’t feel so intimidated about sex, maybe...

  I took in a deep breath, and I was about to speak when the door opened again and we had to shuffle further into the bedroom.

  Becky tugged the string of my halter top, and let it fall away from my bare chest. My nipples hardened instantly.

  “Took you guys long enough,” Becky said, and I could feel two more people join us, moving ahead. I sensed their eyes on me, and I felt nervous with my body being exposed, but excited as well.

  “You didn’t tell us you were going to this room,” one of the new guys said, his voice dark and almost haunting.

  “Hush,” Becky chided them, her arms around me comfortingly as Raynor kissed my neck on up to my ear, nibbling and suckling at the lobe in such a tender manner, as one of his big, strong hands cupped a breast of mine, kneading it ever so softly.

  All the while, Taylor moved my hand about, letting me feel his bare skin, then slowly undid his jeans, letting me follow the faint trail of light, blonde hair on down to its source: a tuft right above his manhood, my fingertips slipping into the waistband of his underwear.

  Could I really do it? Reach out and touch this man’s privates
? A man I barely knew?

  I was breathing so hard it was like I’d just run a marathon, but my fingers reached lower, towards that source of primal heat.

  I couldn’t believe the size of it. I knew a man had to be big, I’d seen their bulges once in a while when they got hard, but I couldn’t believe it. I wrapped it in my hand, moaning as Raynor pinched my nipple between his two fingers.

  I think not really knowing them helped, if anything. Less worry, not like with someone I knew very well. There’d be so many more concerns to fuss and worry about if they were dear friends, after all.

  Instead, I wrapped my fingers around that hard, veiny shaft, and felt it pulsate in my fingers. Judging by the way his manhood swelled so obscenely against my palm, he must have been so aroused.

  Raynor and Becky worked at my nipples, until Becky’s soft, delicate little hands retracted and it was just the two men. I could hear the sounds of Becky undressing the two new arrivals, but it was hard to focus on anything but what Raynor was doing to me as he kissed his way on down to my chest, teased my nipples, and let his hand dab at my wanting slit.

  “You’re the hottest new pledge I’ve ever seen,” Raynor growled to me. “You get my dick so damn hard.”

  “Oh God,” I whimpered, and for a second I felt my knees grow soft and I worried I was going to topple over. Luckily, I was stuck between those two pillars of maleness, and there was no way I could fall. Not even when Raynor’s tongue teased over my nipple, the tip tracing along my sensitive skin.

  It felt so amazing, and I squeezed Taylor’s shaft in my excitement.

  That got a lewd groan from the man and another thick throb of his shaft. Most interestingly was how when I moved my hand up along his shaft and down, I felt a sticky dapple of precum upon my wrist.

  Though as Becky worked with the other two guys, doing things I couldn’t see but would hear about later (such as dropping to her knees, sucking one man’s dick as she pumped the other in her hand) I was putty in Raynor’s hands. He suckled at my own teat, while running his finger expertly along my slit, teasing my clit and bringing my trembling body to such a boil.

  They both felt so good. So strong and a little intimidating and yet... that only turned me on more. Their brute strength, their masculine appeal...

  “Ah!” I gasped as Raynor took my nipple between his teeth, applying a little bit of pressure. It sent a jolt of excited energy through me as Taylor’s other hand threaded through my hair, pulling my face to him and kissing me, hard.

  I felt like I was floating on air, so much so I didn’t notice as they guided me to the bed, the kisses and touches serving to block out all else for me. There was only their two bodies, those two sets of lips, the throb of that cock in my hand…

  But once I was being lowered, nude, down atop the bed, my panties being slipped off over my feet, I got the hint.

  Raynor spoke up first, “Let me at that pussy,” and he took a moment to slip his shirt and pants off, I assume. Because the next thing that happened was two big, strong hands parted my thighs open wide, and the bed groaned as someone’s hefty weight got upon the bed, making it sink as he knelt between my legs.

  I’d never lost grasp of Taylor’s cock the whole while, however, and he moved his hips, rocking them as he grunted and groaned, encouraging my hand to squeeze and pump his length. All the while, that other organ slapped against my moist, nude cunny.

  I was uncertain about what to do with my hand, but Taylor certainly didn’t seem to mind. He was taking control of my hand and actions, and his grunts of approval never seemed to really stop.

  With my legs pinned like they were, though, my mind was on bigger matters. Raynor’s cock, more accurately. I was sucking in breath like crazy but my heart was pounding and I felt almost dizzy with excitement and fear about what it would feel like.

  What was I doing? Giving my virginity to some man I barely knew... and yet I wanted it so bad, I couldn’t deny that, and I pushed my hips towards Raynor excitedly.

  I couldn’t see him then, but I’d get to know his broad, rippling torso so intimately later. The bulging pecs and ab muscles, the peppering of dark hair that gave him such a rugged, masculine look, leading on down to the largest cock I’d know.

  He promised to be gentle with me, but with how big he was, no amount of gentleness would make that organ’s entry easy. The broad, purple crown slowly parted my petals and sank down into my virginal canal. His bare, unsheathed cock sinking in bit by bit as he gave a low, husky moan to add to the rising sounds of the other three men.

  I didn’t have sight to distract me from that sudden, massive filling for my first time. It took him a little bit to really get into me, and his groans and grunts as he took my virginity will be forever etched into my memory.

  I think I screamed, because a second later, there was a cock at my lips and my mouth was already parted so it pushed in. I hadn’t even realized someone had been close enough to do that, but suddenly I had a cock in my pussy, one in my mouth, and Taylor’s still squeezed in my hand.

  There was nothing I could do, pinned between those three men, but to allow them to take me. To move my body in ways that pleased them.

  It was insane. I was now fucking three men at once, one of whom I hadn’t even seen before, and didn’t even know the name of. But there I was, splayed out as Raynor took hold of my thighs and pumped me full of his raw, hard dick, and the other two cocks worked at my hand and mouth.

  I didn’t know what Becky was doing then, because she certainly wasn’t tending to the other two guys anymore, because my other hand suddenly felt a moist shaft touch to it. I knew it had to be the one Becky was sucking on, and I wrapped my digits around it instinctively.

  So there I was, blind to the world, used as the nexus for four men’s dicks, pistoned between them all as that one especially large one grew gradually rougher, faster, harder. Plumbing my virginal depths with its raw stiffness.

  “Fuck she’s the tightest lil’ cunt I’ve ever been in,” groaned out Raynor, his balls slapping to my ass.

  I couldn’t see, I couldn’t speak, so I could only focus on what I was feeling and hearing, and what I was feeling and hearing was pushing me over the brink of decency into a place that I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but I sure as hell wanted.

  It was sublime, and as his thrusting grew harder, I got more into it. Swiping my tongue around the guy’s cock, hearing him growl out a, “Good girl,” and swirling it around again.

  My hands moved in tandem, or, at least, as best I could. It felt clumsy, but I let them do most of the work, and they started bucking faster and faster as the five of us worked towards an apex I’d never known.

  It was the most intense moment of my life, never to be topped, I could feel it. There was just me and those four pistoning, throbbing members, the many sets of hands upon me, groping at my hips, thighs and tits.

  Raynor was thrusting hard, but as he grew closer to his climax… it became more erratic, a little rougher. Until finally I could hear the deep, satisfied moans as he blew that first, thick, creamy load of cum deep into my unprotected pussy, flooding the fertile depths of my womb with his load as the other dicks pulsated and grew harder as if in response.

  I couldn’t catch my breath or slow down the beating of my heart. I was a slave to the moment, to the forbidden act I was committing, and all I could think was that I wanted more. So much more. I wanted to take all of them, to know true ecstasy at the hands of four strangers.

  The man at my mouth pushed in deeper, and held himself there, cutting off my airway for what must’ve only been a few seconds, but filled me with such an intense sensation I could barely hold back and my body started trembling with fear borne excitement.

  Then, abruptly, he pulled out, as did Raynor and all the rest. I was left gaping, drooling semen from my pussy with no cocks in my grasp any longer. But as I whimpered pathetically I could hear them moving about, and suddenly they all returned… but they were no longer in the same positions as b
efore, and I no longer knew who was who.

  So the next shaft that pressed into my wet, cum-filled cunny was completely unknown to me, not even his deep, blissful groan tipped me off to who it was. The only one I could figure out was the one who pressed to my lips, the salty cum flavour giving it away as Raynor, his dick still tainted with the rich flavour of his climax and my pussy.

  It was so strange to not know, to not have any sense of who was touching me and how. A strange separation that was at once off-putting and erotic.

  I sucked Raynor’s cock the best I could, though, trying to desperately thank him for what he’d just done to me. For what he’d taken.

  The tip of my tongue trailed up the underside of his cock, over his bulging veins as someone pinched my nipples, tugging them and mauling my chest.

  It was all so intense, and throughout it their gruff, moaning voices filled the air. Their crass language coming out as they took their turns fucking my pussy.

  “Christ, you weren’t lying… even after you loosened her up, this cunt is still tight as a vice,” said the man who was pounding his dick into me.

  “Hurry up man,” said the guy with his dick in my right hand. “I’m gonna bust a nut soon just watching this babe.”

  “Fuck,” said the man inside my pussy, grunting and groaning as his cock throbbed and twitched. “Won’t be long… gonna cum…” he said in a strained voice right before he tensed up, and blew his load into me, adding to the mix of Raynor’s seed. He was noisier, his voice going a little high pitched.

  Again, they all withdrew, places switched… but then something happened, and I heard the door open.

  “Come on in,” said Becky’s voice, and more men joined the fray I could only wager. But before I could ask about it, another dick was sliding into me, filling me up and making me moan. Then, to top it all off, I felt a hand rub down over my slick clit, beginning to gently circle about it as I heard Raynor’s gravelly voice in my ear.

  “Cum on these fine men’s dicks, sweetie,” he said.

  And when he spoke in that voice, all I wanted to do was obey. I was putty to him, and his hotness was melting me. I trembled, and the hands on my chest massaged them before they tugged on the nipples again, sending a sharp jolt through me that went right to where Raynor was touching.