Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Worked for us growing up,” Ben added in his low husky, nuzzling his nose against her ear as his hand massaged her thigh, his warm little kisses that followed so soft and gentle. Combined with the massage of her feet, her body was more relaxed than she’d ever felt it. The alcohol didn’t hurt either.

Terry smiled at her, his full lips spread wide in a charming grin. His blonde hair was short and slicked back, his chiselled jaw pushed out as he looked up at her.

“You’ll love it. Must get lonely out there with just a mom and one dad, huh?” he said to her, peeling away one of her socks down her shapely calf to rub at her foot bare.

“I was never really that lonely,” she said, though there wasn’t the same oomph behind her words. She craved people like she craved nothing else, and as overwhelming as the party was, she’d never felt so alive and content.

Well, up until then, with their strong hands massaging her, their lips touching against her flesh.

Her large chest rose and fell with her quickened breath, mouth falling open as she moaned. Though when the sound resonated and she realized what she’d done, a flush went through her, brightening her cheeks.

She was so relaxed, though...

“We’re one big happy family here,” Ben said, as he kissed her neck on down to her collar bone at the edge of her tanktop, his hand squeezing her thigh on up beneath her skirt a little as Terry continued to soothe her feet so.

“Yeah, and you’re the prettiest gal around,” Terry interjected, leaning down and placing a kiss upon her foot amid his rubbing. “So I’m extra glad you chose us for your first night. We’ll make ya never want to leave!” he declared.

“He knows we’re not supposed to get territorial like that,” Ben said softly in her ear, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping I’d get a shot at being the first of your baby’s potential daddies.”

With how much alcohol and relaxed pleasure ran through her body, that last statement didn’t even make sense to Lisa.

She leaned her head back against the couch, her eyes closed as she drank in the pleasured sensations, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

Finally, her brows furrowed, unable to decipher what he was saying.

“What do you mean?” she said to Ben, her voice curious and confused.

Their hands upon her flesh were so comforting, she barely noticed the transition from hands to lips. How Terry’s big mitts rubbed up her calves, followed soon thereafter by his soft kisses. While above, Ben’s hand rubbed her thigh, then transitioned up to stroke over her lower stomach, curling up her tank top as his lips lightly suckled at her neck.

Thoughts and questions seemed so unimportant in the face of all that soothing pleasure. She didn’t even notice the way Terry so slowly parted her legs open wide, splaying her inner thighs apart as his mouth found her knee.

It was just sweet, slow bliss, and she relaxed into it.

They felt so good, how could she not? It was all so confusing and new to her, though. For eighteen years, she’d never been touched by a boy, not like they were touching her, and that just made her enjoy it more.

After all, now that she was an adult and could do as she wished, it was hard for her not to find such excitement in their pleasurable caresses and kisses.

Still, though, as her tank top was pulled up over her stomach, her legs parting and forcing her skirt up higher over her hips, revealing more of that pale flesh, she had to open her eyes. Dark gaze fell to Terry, unable to see Ben as he sucked her neck so lewdly. He felt so amazing...

The two of them tended to her like a queen, and Terry winked up at her playfully, the big muscle-bound brute looking so coyly handsome as he moved his lips to her thighs. And her body responded to it all so lewdly, her nipples stiffening beneath her tank top, her cunny moistening.

Her mind entered such an aroused place, and it wasn’t just the alcohol, nor even them. She could hear the sounds of moaning in the distance. And it took her tipsy mind a while to

place it, it came from upstairs. One of the other women and her entourage of men undoubtedly.

Ben’s fingers rubbed at her lower stomach, and lightly nudged the waist of her skirt as he licked and suckled his way back up to her ear.

“We’re so happy you chose us,” he said in a low, husky voice. “You could’ve had any of the guys down there, but we’ll make you glad you took us first. We’ll always remember it no matter what comes,” he assured her, sounding so intimate.

Lisa laughed again, the sound breathier and coming from higher in her chest. She felt so... sensual, her body responding to their touches with little wriggles of delight.

“You guys,” she purred, the words so lusty. “You’re so bad, touching me like that.”

Terry’s lips moved from her knee to her inner thigh, making his way up along it towards her most private of areas. It was such a soothing, sensual sort of kiss, that it flowed from their other motions perfectly, it didn’t strike it as quite as jarring as such an act should’ve.

“You smell like heaven,” the big brutish looking man said, his broad shoulders tensing up as the aroma of her cunt filled his nostrils, making them flare and his blood pump with excitement. He moved in deeper, to kiss over her panties.

“We really like you a lot,” Ben said in her ear softly before suckling at her lobe.