Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Well, I’ll leave you to choose who you wanna take up,” he said, and slowly slid his hand from around her.

She’d socialized with so many men that night picking out but a few was a challenge, but even with her mind swimming from the alcohol she found it easy to pick.

After all, she knew Terry and Ben best of them all, and felt most comfortable with them. They’d be perfect for a low key evening, clueing her in on all the hot town gossip.

Her hand tightened around his arm, her tongue loosened from the drink.

“Well, did you and Terry wanna see me up? We’re all neighbours now anyway.”

Ben looked back to her, his smile widening pleasantly upon his handsome, unblemished face.

“Yeah?” he said, expectantly hopeful. “Sounds great to me,” he remarked, and whistled out, raising a hand and waving his friend over. The big brute that was Terry pushing his way through the remaining men towards her.

“Knew you’d choose me,” Terry said with a big, boastful grin. “You’re too pretty a gal not to,” he said with a wink as he put his arm back around her, the two of them guiding her slowly towards the door. “Your place or ours?” he asked.

She was grateful for the hands upon her, guiding her in the wobbling heels as they clicked on the floor unevenly.

“I’m still moving in,” she said with a broad grin, shyness evaporated and replaced with sheer excitement. She was already making friends!

“So my couch and table are both covered in clothes and trinkets.”

“Our place it is then!” Terry declared excitedly.

“You can consider it yours from now on anyhow,” Ben added as he rubbed her lower back gently. “Any time you wanna drop by for anything, or just feel like the company, our place is yours,” he declared with firm sincerity.

Though at the door she saw the elder gentleman Martin, smiling at her and blowing her a kiss as she left with the other two men. Though she failed to see Mark looking a bit pouty off to the side.

Everyone was so friendly. She’d never felt so welcomed ever before and grinned excitedly as they made their way up the stairs. At least going up the stairs in heels was easier than going down, as she didn’t have to rely on them so much.

“So how long you two lived together?”

“Yeeeeaaars!” declared Terry in a long drawn out answer as Ben opened the door. Nobody seemed to lock their doors in the small town.

“Since we moved out on our own, really,” Ben said with a smile, taking her hand and guiding her on in. Their place was nice, much finer than she would’ve expected of two bachelors! With thick drapes up, a very large, plush, leather couch that could easily fit them and a few others. In fact, it was so big, it was more like a mini-bed in the living room and they guided her to it.

She was grateful to be able to sit, her ass sinking into the overstuffed couch. She’d taken the middle, curling her left foot up. It was a clumsy motion as she went to take off her heel, struggling with the strap and making her face turn a bit red in frustration.

“I’m not usually this useless,” she said with another giggle.

“Don’t you worry,” Terry said, and he reached down, sliding his hands along her thigh and calf before coming to her shoe, where he very carefully undid the clasps and freed her foot. His two strong hands rubbing at the sole in a very satisfying manner.

“You’re in our care now,” Ben added, sitting at her side, arm about her as he leaned in nice and close. “I know it’s just your first night with us, but you’re family now. Not just us, but all the guys downstairs too, we’re like your army of husbands,” he said with a warm smile.

“But mostly us,” Terry added as he massaged her foot, a toothy grin on his face.

Lisa giggled.

“What do I want with dozens of husbands?” she asked, rolling her eyes even though the way he rubbed her foot felt so good. She let out a soft breath, a moan trailing beneath it. “Mmm,” she grinned, rolling her shoulders.

Terry took off her other shoe and moved his strong, massaging hands to that one next, working her feet with such masterful practice.

“Never need to move your own stuff again for one,” Terry declared with a grin and a wink up at her.

“And your kids’ll never want for anythin’,” Ben added, smiling at her handsomely as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss beneath her ear. “With that many daddies, your kids’ll be safe if not spoiled,” he remarked, his voice having taken on a lower tone as he squeezed her knee and stroked her thigh over her skirt a little.

That kiss against her flesh was unexpected, and it tickled her, making her flush a bit brighter.

It wasn’t until after his words sunk in and, combined with their actions, she started to wonder what she’d missed. She looked at them both curiously, blinking and licking her lips as she tried to work through it. Her mind was hazy, though, from the late hour and the liquor and she couldn’t make sense of it.