Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

The boys at school are always trying to touch my ass. Most pretend it was an accident, except for Tommy who thinks all girls want his paws on them. My friend Kathy says it’s because I have a nice ass and it turns them on. That’s okay, but I really don’t want those boys touching it. Well, not most of them. Kenny would be okay, but he hasn’t tried. Kathy says that’s because he’s gay.

My Daddy has touched my ass. The memory gives me a nice tingle. He pretends it’s an accident, but I know better. Sometimes I see him staring at my ass when he thinks I don’t notice, like when I go out the door to school in the morning.

He looks at me a lot of the time, but when I walk around in my favorite tight, tight jeans, I think it gets to him. Sometimes I walk around the house in those jeans, wiggling my ass like I don’t know I’m doing it while I pretend to do something else — like I don’t even know he’s there, watching me. Most of the time it doesn’t take much of a wiggle before I can see the bulge in his pants start to grow.

When I see he’s getting turned on, I picture him with his cock sticking out, wanting me. I envision him like the guys on the porn sites and it gets me wet. Well, if he likes seeing my ass in my jeans, I think he’ll enjoy seeing my ass through these filmy pink panties even more.

I’m in the middle of the bed by the time I think about all that, and I turn to face the camera. When I get up on my knees I look straight into the lens and lick my lips, doing it slow. Our drama teacher at school, Mr. Crane, says to communicate to an audience that aren’t in the same room, you need to imagine them, you have to picture them watching you. So now I imagine I can see Daddy right through the camera, sitting in his recliner, with a beer in his hand. I picture him looking at me in this skimpy little outfit. I picture his dick getting hard. That’s what I want, and I lick my lips again so he’ll know.

It’s time to tell him the truth.

“I’ve been thinking about you Daddy.” I told him. I fingered the lacy pink top, a filmy material with ruffles down the front. Even like this he can see enough skin to know my breasts are bare, that I don’t have anything on underneath.

“Does this outfit look familiar, Daddy? I bet it does. It should because I got it knowing you like it. I skipped school one day and when you were at work, I got your laptop out and checked your browser history. I found all those nasty porn sites you like, especially the ones with girls my age. It was delicious to see that the girls you liked best looked a lot like… me.

“And there was one you like to do interactive chats with that has an outfit like this one, so I know you like it. I took your credit card and found the same one online and ordered it. Your baby wants to be sexy for you.”

I let the top come open, let him see my breasts.

“It’s nice how it lets you see my little titties, isn’t it?”

I take them in my hands, kind of boosting them up and pointing them at the camera. “I know you like titties, Daddy. My girlfriends know too, because you don’t hide it well when you stare at them. They like it too, that’s why they wear tight, clingy tops when they come over.”

I press my breasts together, feeling the soft skin and the hard little nipples beneath my palms.

“I think you like my tits best, don’t you? Even if they aren’t as nice as Kathy’s, they are yours. She loves to let boys at school play with them. They call her a prick tease because she says it’s more fun watching them get worked up than anything. I don’t let them touch mine, Daddy.”

I thought about the best times recently, the times when I thought he might tell me he wanted me.

“I know you want to touch me, Daddy, and you can any time you want. I love it when you pretend it was an accident when you come in the bathroom when I’m taking a shower. That’s why I turn to face you and act all surprised. I want you to see my bare breasts. I like you to look at them. That’s why I never lock the door. I hope you’ll just walk over and grab them.”

Mr. Crane says that when you do a show you can’t digress. I think that means you can’t stop telling your story and fuck off. You have to build the tension. So I take each nipple between two fingers and tweak them. Then I stare into the camera and try to imagine I can see his eyes and give him a hungry look.

“As much as I like showing you my tits like this, Daddy, I’m doing this show because I really want you to do more than see them. I know this is when you come to this site and I hope you found my channel, because I want you to know that I need you to touch them, to suck them. My little nipples are all erect from thinking about you doing that.”

I tip one up and stick out my tongue, holding it up to the camera before bending my head down and licking my own nipple. It doesn’t do much for me except when I imagine that it’s his tongue. That takes a lot of imagination though. I see the girls do it in porn flicks, so it is worth trying.

I shrug the top off my shoulders and let it fall to the bed behind me and I wiggle my shoulders, like I’ve seen a stripper do in a video. It makes my breasts wobble and for some reason guys seem to like that.

“And after you’ve touched them and tasted them, I’ll bet you’d like to put your hard cock between them?”

Now I am getting to the serious part — talking about Daddy’s cock. I let my hands slide down my body to my waist and then to my thighs. I let my fingers slip under the elastic in the legs and move them toward my pussy. It looks great on the monitor.

“Mostly, Daddy, your little girl wants you to fuck her. Sometimes my virgin pussy aches to find out what it would feel like to have your hard dick inside it, reaming out my cunt and then shooting your cum up inside. I’ve seen it, your cock, you know — your lovely, big prick. A long time ago I figured out that if stand in the hallway to the master bedroom and when you shower I can see right into the bathroom, watch you dry your body. It’s so nice that you like to stand there naked while you shave. It gets my pussy wet, standing there, wanting to touch your cock and make it grow hard and stiff.”

All this imagining is really turning me on and I’m perspiring a little, so I flop back on the bed. I bend my knees and put my hands on my thighs to spread my legs apart. Then I run my hands slowly up toward my pussy.

“I got this outfit so I could be your fantasy girl, Daddy. I wanted to pretend I was her and that you were watching me. But I found an interesting thing — these panties don’t have a crotch.” I let my fingers open them and show him my bare pussy. “I hadn’t thought of crotchless panties before. Sometimes I like to walk around the house without any on at all. I put on a short skirt and walk near you with nothing on underneath. I even bend over when you are behind me and wonder if you will notice. Sometimes I think you do. I dream of you putting your hand up under my skirt.” I trembled. “When you find out my pussy is naked it turns you on.” I inserted a finger in my pussy, moving it slowly.

“These panties are even better though. We could go out together and I’d have panties on, as if I wasn’t a slut, but you could touch me, put a finger inside me any time you wanted.”

I pull out the finger and hold it up to the camera. Then I put it in my mouth, suck it, then move it back to slip between my pussy lips and it inside my cunny.

“No one has ever touched me there, Daddy. I’ve had lots and lots of nasty thoughts, and several of the boys wanted to put their hands in my pants. I didn’t let them. Theresa says it’s about the best thing in the world if the boy wants it to be, but I’ve been a good girl. Instead of letting them touch me, I come home and touch myself and think about you fucking me. I’ve been good, waiting for you even when I wanted to find out what it’s like to have a hard cock inside me so badly.”

I squirm with the delicious feeling my fingers are starting to generate.

“Right now I’m feeling so hot, thinking of your fingers in my tiny pussy, of your dick getting hard. I know what you’ll want to do to me with that hard dick. I know you’ll fuck me hard. I have these nasty thought about you and I should be fucked hard. I know I shouldn’t think about my Daddy this way, but I know you want me, and I had to show you how much I wanted you. I don’t like you staring at a monitor, looking at that other girl. Why should you? When I’m right here, down the hall in my room.”