Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I let out a little squeak, my body writhing as I tossed my brown hair over my shoulder so I could look at him. Watch his face as he fingered me, teasing out more and more of that sweet juice as I took another sip of my eggnog, licking my upper lip free of the white taint.

And then he moved his hand upwards, landing another spank on my ass, the crack resounding through the apartment and making my heart race.

The added wetness of my pussy to his fingers made that last smack sting even more, but down he went again, to rub at my cunt so lewdly. He was as shameless as I, and he licked along his lips with excitement.

“Mmm, yeah. You’re definitely a naughty girl… I’m afraid there’ll be no condoms for you this year,” he said as he retracted his hand and sucked my honey from those fingertips right before he began to undo his pants, letting that bulging manhood jut out through his boxers.

“Oh, but I’m not on the pill,” I cooed, but I knew he wouldn’t bow to my resistance. I’d barely even managed to take back half of my eggnog, but my head was light, and I could barely think straight. I was drunk on the prospect of his cock, of him going to town on my fertile cunny.

He smacked his hand across my ass again, rougher this time and it made me cry out. His hand’s imprint left on my cheek as he then discarded his belt entirely and dropped his boxers, letting that big beast of a cock spring forth. And oh boy! It was going to be a merry Christmas after all, because that was the biggest and best present I could have ever asked for.

“Well then, a lump of coal is the least of your worries, isn’t he?” he retorted at last, that big, beefy dick throbbing behind me. Its prominent veins jutting out as he got in behind me and slapped that hefty dick against my cunt.

I was glad that I was at least stirring his loins tonight, and I arched my body towards him, wanting more than anything for him to shove his north pole in me. I looked over my shoulder at him, biting down on my lower lip as I purred.

“You’ve been such a naughty boy. Santa’s definitely going to pass your house over tonight,” I said with a grin. I knew my husband wouldn’t catch me.

Whatever other plans he had for that evening were put on hold, because it was me who was raising his Christmas tree. And oh! What a yule log it was!

When he sank that pole into me, I finally knew what it was like to feel true Christmas cheer! He spread me open so wide to accommodate that raw girth, I felt like I might break. But I didn’t, my wet little cunny stretched taut around his thick shaft, and I was moaning loud as he began to pump his powerful hips, rocking into me.

The sounds of his groin striking my thick ass cheeks became like the backbeat of some drums. He was my big drummer boy that night.

I pressed my ass into him, moaning and writhing along his meaty shaft, my head dipping forward. Each thrust sent my breasts upwards, and I was teetering in my heels, but oh sweet bliss. I was expecting a bad boy, but oh, he was so good at it.

His body pressing against mine, thrusting into me. He was still mostly dressed, and my own outfit was merely gathered along my hips. I felt like we were fucking before a roaring fire, with how hot he was making me, and one of my fingers dipped between my legs, brushing against that sweet little gumdrop.

Those heavy, cum-laden balls of his slapped at my fingers noisily, as if trying to drive them off. But it was just the rhythmic parump of his roasting chestnuts swinging with each thrust of his dick. He was ravenous, a big beast of a man who lived to spread his seed around, and my womb was his next target.

He had strong, hard hands that grasped my waist, and he thrust rough and fast. Spreading my wet folds open wide as he plumbed my depths with his plum-coloured crown. The sounds of his husky moans filling the air so dark and deep.

He brought his hand down on my ass with another hard crack, sending a shock through me as I cooed. He was so good at that. Making sure my mind was always in the present, fully absorbed in the sensations.

I shot a look over my shoulder, my emerald eyes still dancing even as they narrowed in warning.

“Naughty,” I purred.

“Me?” He said, sounding offended as he then plucked that big meaty shaft out of my wanting cunt, leaving me so empty, gaping and wanting. “Look who’s talking,” he said as he undid the buttons of his shirt, shedding that garment to show off his rock hard pecs and abs.

Yet it was the sight of his glistening cock, ribbed with such hard, jutting veins that stole the show and grabbed my sight.

“Unless you want a blue Christmas,” he said to me, licking his lips. “You’re gonna have to make up for your insolence. A nice dance for starters. A lil’ Christmas carol,” he remarked with a wry grin upon that handsome, cocky face of his.

He backed away from me before sinking into that plush suede sofa of his, his thick, muscular thighs spread as his heavy balls laid against them, and that big dick stood up, pointing north.

I was offended, a little bit, by my sudden emptiness. My eyes narrowed, but I stepped towards him and stood just a couple feet away. I knew how to dance. And so I started, swivelling my hips. Nice and slow, licking my lips seductively as I watched him. It was hard gazing away from his pillar, but I did manage to catch his eyes once or twice.

My hands went over my hips, tugging up my skirt, showing off my bare slit, already so pink and puffy from his fucking. I spread myself lewdly between two fingers as I crouched down before I let my hands rub up to my bra top, making the tits bounce before his eyes.

“You have a lot of bastards, don’t you, Mr. Frost?” I purred.

He had been eating up my whole display like it was Christmas dinner, but my words tore his gaze from my thick, bouncing tits. He stared into my eyes, gazing at my rather intensely as his cock bobbed before him in his lap.

“Yeah, why? You aiming to add another to the world?” he said, rubbing a hand back over his glorious, golden hair. “You might just have to get down on your knees and suck my candy cane to get that far though,” he added on with a sly smirk.

Oh, what a sickeningly sweet prospect. I kept moving, though, not yet taking his bait.

I brought my thumbs to hook into the skirt, letting it drop around my hips with a slight flourish, stepping out of it as I walked over to him. My knees pressed to either side of his hips, my breasts thrust into his face as I slowly unclasped the bra, letting the white, furry trim tickle his nose.