Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

And arousal.

To be knocked up by her idol?

Nothing could possibly compare to that, and her eyes widened. She wanted it. Everything in her wanted it. It would be the ultimate thrill, the highest reward a groupie like her could ever want for!

“Yes!” she finally said as her mind stopped tumbling with their thoughts, and her legs spread wider.

“That’s more like it,” he said, giving a smack across her smooth, round ass to make her squeal, using that moment of opportunity to sink his fat dick into her slick little cunt. The feeling of that thick, veiny girth plowing into her deep and raw making her knees quake.

He was huge, his dick as big as his ego, making her feel every inch of it as he sank right down to her utmost depths to nudge against her womb.

“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna like being my personal breeding bitch,” he said before he tugged back his hips and gave a lewd groan into the tropical night air.

Perhaps she should have been put off by his rude language, but she sensed the desire running beneath it, and those raunchy words did little more than excite her as much as the sensation of his dick filling her did.

She could barely believe what was happening to her, but she pushed back against him with such eagerness. She truly was his personal little slut, so absolutely soaking wet and wanton for him.

She’d always played it safe before, so careful with sexual intercourse, but there she was, bent over a railing, offering up her raw, fertile pussy to her idol. And he was taking it for all its worth.

His two hands grasped her hips and ass cheeks as he rocked his hips, the warm ocean breeze washing over them both as he pummeled her pussy, sliding that thick, bulging cock into her so deep as he claimed her his.

“This is gonna be your new life, slut,” he groaned out amid his moans. “You’re gonna live here on my island… gonna pop out as many kids as I wanna have,” he insisted, and with each word she felt his dick throb with excitement. He wanted her to be the mother of his children so damn bad.

His enthusiasm was infectious, and for those moments, she wanted nothing more than to do just that. To be whatever he needed, whatever he wanted, and she shuddered violently against his cock.

With every thrust, her pussy clenched him, that thick head pounding so deep into her against her womb, the threat implicit.

“Yes,” she gasped out, her head tilted back and her back arching as that white dress pulled up a bit more.

Flynt arched his back, letting loose such a lewd, depraved moan at that clench of her pussy around his dick. His skin developed a light sheen of perspiration, and all that hard muscle gleamed in the Caribbean moonlight.

“Fuck!” He cursed, his hefty balls tightening against him as that first load began to travel up through his shaft like an intensely burning pleasure. “Gonna knock you up, slut,” he bit out mere moments before his dick exploded, and all that virile cum blasted out, thick rivulets of creamy spunk filling her up.

As big as his dick was, that rich load of semen matched, pumping her so full as she bent over that railing. He moaned so deeply, filling the night air with his pleasured sounds, pumping her fertile womb full of his seed all the while.

And instead of horrified, she felt so... relieved. Her mind went numb and all that was left was her emotions, that sensation of pleasure that twisted its way through her core.

As his heavy balls slapped against her clit those few final times, she could barely hold back any longer, her entire body excited and so very near to that brink. She brought one of her hands from the railing, moving it between her legs and touching her wet clit, rubbing it roughly.

He felt her bring her hand down, and though he pulled back, he didn’t take his dick out entirely. He grasped the long shaft, and pumped it with one hand, squeezing out the last of his seed into her depths, milking it for another spurt. Then another.

“That’s it,” he told her, stroking her lower back with his free hand. “Cum for me, slut… make that pussy purr and lap up my cum.” He knew it’d only enhance the chances of her conceiving his child, and he egged her on excitedly.

She rubbed her clit so hard and fast, and she was so close that it only took a few seconds before that spark ignited in her loins, spreading out so instantly as her pussy drew him in, clenching his cock so tightly.

“Oh Flynt!” she cried out, lust apparent in her tone as she slammed her hips back against him.

He shuddered, feeling that tight clench of her pussy as it reached climax, and it milked another thick spurt of his virile cum right out of him. He grabbed a hold of her, keeping her in place tightly as she quaked and screeched into the warm, breezy night until they were both panting and sticky.

“Don’t fuckin’ spill a drop,” he warned her so grimly, pushing down on her back to arch her spine and keep her pussy propped up in the air. He plucked his dick from her, leaving it to drool his thick cream, but he very quickly scooped her shapely body up into his arms and lifted her.

Her legs were wobbly, and the heels didn’t help, so she was grateful for his strong arms about her. He smelled so masculine and she nuzzled into his neck, inhaling deeply.

He carried her back into the bedroom and laid her out upon the extravagant, thick bed, his hard cock exposed as he grabbed a pillow and propped it in beneath her ass.

“Let that pussy drink it in,” he told her in that smooth, lyrical voice of his.

And she felt like it was the time to protest, to move away and escape his hold on her, but she didn’t want to.