Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

He’s huge, and I have to spread my legs wider, one of them still captured behind his shoulder as he pushes into me a few inches at a time, and then impales me fully once more. I can feel him throbbing within me, so much desire written on his face, in the way his cock responds to my body.

He pulls back again, and repeats the motion, delving in only a few inches before spearing me deep, getting me used to what a man feels like.

His deep, gruff moans fill the air along with my own girlish gasps and squeals, the two of us making love for the first time. It was magical… wrong, but oh so magical. And he forces his eyes open to look at me, rocking his body still as he picks up his pace, then leans in and kisses me again on the lips.

Our tempo builds, and I feel him bulging in me thicker, stretching my little cunny around his big daddy dick, and I feel so amazing.

“I’ve never been with a woman as fine as you, baby girl,” he husks as the slap of our flesh together grows, the wetness of my cunny adding that moist slap to the air. His corded muscle is rippling, and he’s grunting between moans. “I haven’t been with a woman in so long… I’m gonna fill you up so much, baby. You want daddy to do that?”

“Yes!” I scream before I can stop myself. Before morals or taboos or anything can occur in my mind. I just need him, and when he starts picking up speed, fucking me harder and faster, I drop my fingers between us to find that little bud that he’d been licking.

It was still vibrating with need, and I touch myself, sparks going through my entire body.

But daddy was having none of that! And he took my hand by the wrist, wrenched it away and pressed his big thumb in its place, circling my clit better than I even could.

“Cum on daddy’s cock sweetie. Cum right on it and I’ll reward you with a big, creamy load,” he says, grunting as his muscles twitch, and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass stop as he nears his climax. He’s getting so close, I can feel it, holding back to wait for me as he works my body into a frenzy.

I’m so close to the brink alrea

dy, and he’s daring me over. To just let go of all my inhibitions and worries, to trust that he knows what’s right for his little girl. My body arches as he touches me so expertly, his thumb gliding over my clit, making me sing out.

I’m not a virgin anymore, not his innocent little good girl. But I know he’s proud anyways, and as he rubs me in those circles, my face contorts, and he must be watching really carefully because he repeats the motion that nearly does me in. Again, then again, and all of a sudden, there are fireworks behind my eyes and I scream.

“Daddy! I’m cumming again!”

He releases such a relieved sigh, and the tension drains from his muscular body all at once.

“Me too baby,” he says, and he pounds into me, that big cock twitching and swelling, until he’s thrusting in deep with the tip of his cock spurting its thick, virile seed inside me. It’s so careless and crazy, but he’s doing it… to me, his little girl. Filling me up with all that cum as he grunts and groans wildly, like a beast out of control.

It’s so primal, so forbidden, but I don’t care. My mind is blank and holds room only for the intense pleasure that’s ripping through me, making my toes curl and my muscles tense and then release. I scream again as he thrusts into me too deep, holding me there as he makes me take his entire length, all of his cock as it throbs and pumps into me.

“Daddy!” I cry again, but I’m grinding against him like a wild minx, pinned beneath him. I have nowhere to go, but it feels so damn good.

“Sweetie!” he cries in return, as he bucks against me, spurting the last of his seed into the wave of honey that flowed from my cunny, coating his cock, his balls, the two of us a mess as we found our climaxes together. It seemed to last so long, until finally, daddy bends over me, huffing and puffing as the last few squirts of his rich seed fill me up.

Those big, handsome eyes of his open a crack, and he looks right at me. I worry for a second that now the regret will sink in, but he smiles at me, leans in and kisses me again, deeply, passionately. It lasts so long too until finally he breaks away.

“You make me feel like a young buck again, baby,” and he brings one hand up, to cup and stroke my cheek.

My eyes flutter shut, and my lips part as I take it all in. My dreamlike state remains, and I’m wrapped in his arms, the smell of our sex mingling with his cologne, the brief hint of my suntan oil. It’s like my own personal paradise, and I wrap my arms around him, wanting nothing more than to feel his hard, naked body against mine.

Oh, daddy laid with me a long while then. There’s more to tell, for sure. He wasn’t lying about my making him feel so young again because it wasn’t long before he was stiff as a board and fucking me on his bed a second time.

But that was all just the start, really.

I did what daddy suggested, I decided to give college a pass. At least for now. And stay with him, enjoy the beautiful sun and luxury of our home. I mean, it really was ours now. It felt like a whole new place, when I had the freedom to do what I want. Topless sunbathing wasn’t reserved for when daddy was away anymore, for instance.

But there’s so much more on my mind, like —

“What are you thinking about, baby?” came daddy’s deep husk as his arms went around me, those two hands of his coming up to cup my bare breasts as I stood in the sun in the back of our spacious yard, secluded and away from prying eyes. My breasts were already a little fuller from my pregnancy, and he enjoyed them for what they were, kneading them softly as his lips kissed up my shoulder, along my neck, only to nibble at my ear.

I giggle softly as I tilt my head, letting the golden hair fall away from my throat and give him access to it. I decided against the boob job, too. Surgery wasn’t safe for the baby, and really, getting pregnant was already making them larger.

He pinches the erect nipple and I moan, my body so tuned into his sexual desires, responding without any concern for properness. Maybe I like it, a bit. Well, a lot. I mean, he’s the one guy I shouldn’t ever have, but he’s also the one person I know would never leave me, never hurt me.

“Nothin’ much, daddy. You’re home from work early again,” I say with a soft giggle again, as he teases my nipple with a light tweak, before letting his hand stroke down over my belly, just the slightest sign of a baby bump forming.

“I just can’t stay away from you, sweetie,” he says, and it’s true too. He’s taken off from work entirely or at least early, every day since we consummated our love. “I just love you too damn much,” he says sincerely.