Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It wasn't even long enough for that inner-voice to finish chiding me for breaking my chastity vows to Jesus.

I had to take care of this need in me, and I knew Malcolm was tapped for now. So before he could come back with the cloth I just opened the door and walked on out.

I mean, it wasn’t perfectly comfortable, he’d left such a mess of cum inside my pussy, and some dribbled down my inner thighs, but I knew where I could get more dick. And once I stepped out into the fresh evening air, let it chill my pale skin, I could hear and see the party spot off in the distance.

I can’t run in these heels, but I’m walking as fast as I can, drawn by the sound of the music and it’s almost like I can smell them in the air. Virile young men, horny as anything, in need of my body. Maybe it’s all in my head, some weird hallucination, but whatever it is, I’m not going to overthink it.

By the time I get to the front door, I’m even worse off than when I left my dorm room. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m ravenous for more, and I never want to feel that emptiness again. I want to be filled and pounded, and I can only pray that these boys can give me what I need.

I knock on the door, but the music is too loud, and so I just let myself in. There’s hot bodies everywhere, dancing and drinking, the smell of sex already thick in the air. Or maybe that’s just me. Cum has dribbled into my stockings now, a reminder of how tragically long I’ve been without cock.

It only takes me a minute of wandering before I have a cup of beer in my hands, and I’ve spotted Brett. He doesn’t see me yet, he’s talking to a bunch of the other jocks, and it gives me a moment to appreciate them out of uniform. They’re all huge and built, and I hope they’ll have the stamina to keep me satisfied.

As I enter the crowded living room, Brett looks up, and his face goes from excitement to surprise, his eyes glued to my chest.

I hadn’t even remembered to do up my blouse again, and my tits are out, the right one a bit bruised from Malcolm’s needy attentions.

A few of the guys in the room look on, nearly salivating, at the sight of my exposed tits, and a few of the women too. Though most of those seem a bit upset. I can’t even fathom why anymore, my mind’s too far gone.

One girl loses her boyfriend as he comes right for me, putting his arm around me, but it’s Brett that I’m really looking forward to. Even if I let this one strange guy feel up my ass in the middle of the whole party.

Before I know it, there’s Brett right in front of me, sizing me up as if for the very first time.

“Damn, you’re the finest looking girl on campus,” he says, giving a whistle of approval over the loud boom of the music. And since the other man had grabbed my ass, Brett saw his position as alpha of the football pack to entitle him to grab a little more. And I encouraged him, pushing my tit into his groping hand as he cops a feel of my breast flesh.

This is something I’ve never dreamed of being capable of, or ever wanting. I always kept to myself, avoiding parties, let alone something of this scale. But now, I can’t ever imagine wanting anything else. I’m not even sure of who the hands belong to as they move along my skin, touching me and tasting me.

I can sense their desire, their need, and while common decency would have me at the very least running to a bedroom, instead I want everyone to see this. To see what a good girl gone bad looks like.

“You want me?” I ask Brett with that kittenish purr I’ve never used before.

“I do,” he says, and trail a finger down the middle of his chest. He’s wearing a team jacket, but no shirt beneath. Just his bare, rock hard abs and pecs, leading on down to a delightfully chiselled V-shape that stopped at the waist band of his jeans.

A couple of his closest buds on the team were there, and I was surrounded. At least five guys were pressing up on me, their hard, strong, fit bodies all eager for me, so many hands rubbing my thighs, ass and tits. Well, it was just Brett who’d staked a claim on my tits. Being the captain of the team has its perks.

“The boys and me are thinkin’ maybe you should hang out with us for the night,” Brett said, letting his thumb flick my nipple after tracing around it. “Maybe if you’ve got the nerve… the whole lot of us could claim the back living room for a private party. If you think you can handle all that male attention,” he says with a lascivious grin across his well-shaved, chiselled face.

Male attention?

Handle it?

Even the thought that I couldn’t handle it seemed far-fetched, and the thought that I wouldn’t want it?

There could’ve been no sweeter words in the world than that, especially spoken from gorgeous Brett. And with the daggers that some of the girls were given me, I figured that it’d probably be way safer, and I wouldn’t be put at risk for some girl taking their man away from me.

“I’d love that,” I smile.

I’ve never seen a group of men happier than these guys then, they high-fived each other as I rubbed their chests, bumped fists and then, as a team, lifted me up and carried me like their slutted up queen.

Cheers went out as they pushed through the packed house, into the back of the building. There, the party goers were pushed out to make room for us. There was a big round sofa thing in the center of the room, and a beer keg, but little else besides cushions. I was brought down onto that center sofa, as guys grinned and cheered, a fresh new beer put into my hand as Brett peeled off his own jacket.

The studliest man on campus just ripped and bare above the waist before me as he looks on down, the music thumps and I feel my legs part of their own accord.

I’ve already had one man cum in me this night, my virginity torn, but I want more. I want to make sure there’s no choice but to be bred, to have them fuck me and fill me and use me, then tell all their friends what a good little slut I am.

And I want to start with Brett.

I take a sip of the beer, the liquid cooling my mouth and making the fire between my thighs burn hotter.