Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“We’d make the sweetest gingerbread boy,” I promised, licking over my lips.

That made his lips curl into an uneven smile, and more importantly: his dick throb. But as he watched my display, seeing my thick, heavy tits right before him he spoke — delayed a while as he buried his face in those ripe mounds to kiss and feel their smooth flesh — to me in a rough voice.

“I’ll give ya a triplets babe, but don’t go thinkin’ it’ll work to win you

any cash,” he said to me so coarsely. Such a bad boy indeed.

I looked around his huge apartment, as if considering his words, even as I gripped one of my breasts, offering my nipple up to his mouth before silencing him with my mound.

“Oh, baby, all I want is your Christmas icing on my cake,” I purred, grinding his cock between our bodies.

His eyes rolled back into his head as I stimulated his throbbing dick, and a low, rumbling groan came out betwixt his lips from that broad, well-sculpted chest of his. He grasped my hips and helped move me atop his cock, speeding up my grinding with his raw strength upon my flesh.

“Eager lil’ slut. You must be the naughtiest girl there is,” he rumbled. “Most ladies don’t come lookin’ for trouble like you do,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation, his cock spurting precum out against me and down his shaft’s length.

“You like that?” I asked breathlessly, my head dipping to his so that I could whisper in his ear, my hair tickling his cheek. “Me begging for your cum as my Christmas present? So you could have me swell up with your kiddo, never to be seen again?”

God, just saying the words made me feel wickedly good, and I licked along the outer shell of his ear.

“You want me to beg you to get me knocked up? To fuck me raw, and hard, and make this a very merry Christmas for both of us?”

“That’s right, I do,” he said so firm and hard, slapping a hand to my still red and stinging ass cheeks. “Maybe I’ll make you ride my dick and milk that virile cum right out of me, since you’re so damn desperate for it,” he said so cockily, his dick swelling and spurting more of that precum along his deep, purple tip.

Those two heavy nuts of his were ready to crack and burst a big load in me, I knew it.

“Mmm, you don’t tell most girls what a virile load you have in that sac of yours, do you?” I said, licking my lips. “You naughty, naughty boy.” I bit the lobe of his ear, tugging it gently. “But I love naughty boys with a full sleigh of presents for me.”

He moaned beneath me, that big, mean ol’ Grinch so turned on by my grinding and my filthy words. His patience ran out though, and he lifted me up, carrying me in his thick, well-muscled arms so easily as he laid me out by the fireplace. It wasn’t real of course, but it looked real enough, and gave off a delightful warmth.

I got to wriggle into the thick fur rug there as he got over me, spread my legs, grabbed his dick and pressed himself back inside me with a low, lewd moan.

“Yeah I got big sac full of presents for you babe, I’ll make it a whiter Christmas than Santa ever could,” he promised me as he began to pump his hips again, fucking me raw upon the rug.

And oh, he didn’t know just how true those words were. I wrapped my lithe legs around his waist, bringing him in deeper and deeper as my head went back and I let out a lewd growl. Though as my head tilted back, it gave me the extra thrill of being able to see through the floor to ceiling windows.

And my smile broadened, my eyes narrowing deviously as Santa caught me fucking Mr. Frost. It was sweet, the way his cheeks turned red, but he couldn’t turn away any more than I could stop moaning.

But I took comfort, knowing my lover wouldn’t be able to see the jolly old cuckold on his balcony. Santa only appeared to those who truly believed, after all.

I could enjoy knowing my doughy husband got to watch as my tight little pussy got stuffed so full. Could see the sight of those heavy, cum-laden balls slapping at my red ass as Mr. Frost pounded into me. Those puffy little pink cunny lips of mine now red and stretched taut about that veiny girth. It was so damn lewd, I wished that I could see it from Santa’s perspective for just a bit.

But being on the receiving end of that dick was too good to give up, and Mr. Frost gave me my jollies. He made my tits jiggle and bounce, my head spin, my voice cry out with louder and louder moans.

My legs wrapped around him, my nails digging into his flesh as I fluttered my eyes closed. Knowing my husband was watching, knowing that this stranger was taking me raw and hard, it was all too much, and I brought my hand back down to my pussy, rubbing along the delicate bud, rubbing it eagerly.

“I’m gonna cum all over your cock, Mr. Frost,” I warned, my legs tightening around him. “And then you’re gonna knock me up with your little bastard.”

That elicited a deep, satisfied moan from the man, making his dick swell within me and his pleasure rise up, bringing him closer to his finale. He was ravenous for me, for doing to me exactly what I’d taunted him with.

I could see his gorgeous hard body lined in the fire light, orange flames licking across bulging pecs and rock hard abs as his body writhed and arched. He was gorgeous, strong, prime breeding stock, and he was battering me towards my climax as he grunted and groaned, held up over me by one thick, bulging arm as he reached down to grasp my tit and clench it betwixt his strong fingers. The soft yet supple breast flesh bulging between those digits.

“Cum for me you lil’ slut, ‘cause I’m about to stuff you full whether you do or not,” he growled out.

His words teased me high, and I rubbed myself so quickly, so desperately. My body was crying out for relief, and he’d worked me up to such a point there was nothing to do but plunge over that precipice as my husband watched. I came on another man’s cock, soaking him with my sweet juices, cunny squeezing him in deep as my scream set the glass to rattle.

None too soon too, as he followed right after me. The feel of my tightening, clenching pussy milking him as his nuts constricted, and a fire of pleasure shot up his shaft. That big breeding stick of his blasted me with his cum, basting my fertile womb with that rich seed of his.

Thick torrents of it just kept coming and cumming. Again and again he flooded my depths amid my orgasm with a near endless stream of jism.