Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She knew her dad could hear her, and that only made it better. It made her hornier, even. She ground her toned body, gyrating her hips and presenting her clit more and more to those pleasant, electric buzzes.

The moans in the other room softened, and Avril knew they’d heard her. That just made her go louder, her pants and cries and moans so genuine as she teased herself to the brink and held back, time and time again.

It was such a tease, hearing him fuck other women, over and over again and never having anyone of her own. She’d lost interest in all men when her mom died, and only her father had reignited her desire, her need, for sex.

When she finally let herself cum, it sent her body into convulsions, bursting freely after being denied the pleasure so many times, there was nothing but silence in the other room. A few moments later there was the quiet sound of her dad’s door closing, followed by the main entrance, and then they were all alone. Each of them in their separate rooms, coming to terms with what had just happened.

It was still hot out that evening, the sun gone down but the heat it left remaining stubbornly. When Avril came downstairs from her room she found her father dressed for what looked to be another date.

He was a handsome man, with a rock hard body, broad shoulders, a well-trimmed beard with stylish hair, and all upon a tall, masculine frame. His skin was a light sandy colour, enhanced by so much time in the sun while sporting.

Standing there in his black European cut pants and blazer, he looked good. Easily ready to steal the heart of whatever woman he was about to go out with.

Avril couldn't help but feel her own pang for him, his hair long and wavy, so thick and lustrous, his beard so soft and well-groomed. The clothes less than expensive than they looked, but tailor fit to his form. He looked like a distinguished business man, off on some million dollar deal yet she hardly regretted that she was still waltzing around in her blue bikini top and the jean shorts that did so little to hide her ass. She couldn’t help that she was absolutely shameless.

“Don’t tell me you’re going out again,” Avril pouted, her arms folded beneath her generous chest.

She wasn’t sure what was intentionally luring about her actions anymore, and what was pure accident. But the way her arms pressed beneath her bust, pushing those ample mounds up higher, drew her father’s eyes immediately as he turned towards her.

It was one of those moments she caught him staring blatantly at her, the male lust in his gaze unmistakable, even though he’d never before hinted at feeling it another way.

“What’s the matter?” he said in his gravelly voice, so rough and masculine. “You don’t want me to go out?” he raised a singular brow, his strong-jawed face staring at her questioningly, the way he looked at her made it so hard to tell him anything but the raw truth. It made it so difficult to lie to her father about anything all those years together.

Especially after they became the only two people in their house. It wasn’t a tiny place, but at the same time, it seemed impossible to not trip over each

other on their way from one room to the next.

And though she should have instinctually become more modest as he saw his gaze drop, even without the lust igniting it, she relented. Her fingers tapped against her rib cage as she pressed them up higher, the metallic sheen of the bikini reflecting the low light in the kitchen.

“I’m bored when you’re gone,” she sighed, though it was a shitty lie. She always went over to a girlfriend’s house, or had someone over. A girl like Avril was rarely alone long, though she’d not had a boyfriend since her mom passed.

Her father stepped in close to her, reaching out with one of his large, strong hands to clasp her bicep. It was a reassuring hold he’d done a thousand times before, but with her arms pressed to her breasts so fully, she felt a brief brush of his thumb against her bikini top as he rubbed her soothingly.

“Gonna miss your old man, are you?” he asked in that husky voice of his, looking down at her--rather, down at the pillowy mounds of ripe tits that presented themselves so beautifully.

He was so close she could smell him. Not his cologne, he didn’t wear any. He was a clean man, but he had a certain scent to him, masculine and reassuring. The scent of a father, of a rugged outdoorsman. Of a virile man.

And though she was tall, he was taller still, and she had to tilt her head back a bit to look at him.

This was the man who had quite obviously heard her masturbating to his tryst, and they both knew it. His closeness took on new significance and her nipples hardened beneath the slinky material.

“You’re always gone now,” Avril pouted.

Her father stared down at her, his handsome face frozen in silence for a while as he took her in. His ripe young baby girl, so sweet and yet so sultry, whether she was trying to be or not.

His piercing gaze took note of those twin peaks of her nipples, prominent as they were through the thin fabric of her bikini. The knowledge made her heart race. It was so very wrong, but she couldn't help her desires for him.

“Maybe I just need to get away,” he said lowly, wetting his full lips anxiously as he squeezed her arm a little firmer, those long, strong fingers so powerful. “Being around… here, drives me a crazy,” he said, though she didn't miss how close he had come to saying "around you." Did he feel the same way about her as she did about him? Was he resisting because it was just soo wrong?

Her blonde hair tickled her shoulders as she watched him. It was only a few seconds but it felt like hours as she rose up on her bare feet, leaning in towards him. She was just a hair away from his body, her breasts nearly brushing his chest, her lips so near to his mouth. “Then why do you bring so many women back here?”

Her father lifted his other arm, and it was about her waist, pulling her in against him so that her soft, supple teen body was pressed to his hard physique.

The intensity in his eyes was almost startling, the way he stared into her with love and lust. His words almost growling as he leaned in, just a hairs breadth away from kissing her lips as he spoke. “Because I want so badly for it to be you in my bed I’m about to lose my mind, Avril.”

She didn’t wait for him to make the move. She always hated those movies where the guy always had to take the lead. She couldn’t take it anymore, this closeness, this denial of his body, and in an instant her mouth touched his. It was tender at first, a bit shy, but quickly it turned.

Her father’s powerful hands grasped her at her round ass cheeks, squeezing her tightly as the other moved to cup her breast. His hard body pinned her up against the bar that separated the kitchen and living room, and her long legs wrapped around him eagerly.