Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Damn, you weren’t lying… you’re tighter than a stubborn knot,” he says with such growling approval before plucking his finger out of me and sizing up the glistening digit. He pops it in his mouth and tastes my honey, giving a deep, throaty ‘Mmm’.

“Well then sweetheart, you learned all that safe sex stuff for nothin’,” he says, and I feel him hefting his thick cock to guide the tip along my moist slit.

“What?” I murmur, looking over my shoulder at him, watching as he suckles on it. I want him so bad, but I don’t want to get pregnant!

He unbuttons his shirt all the way, and as I peer back I get an eyeful of his broad, bare chest. The toned muscles, the hard pecs and ripped abs, and then… his manhood. So big and hard as it presses against my most private of places.

“That’s the price for being a bad girl tonight,” he says, and slowly he begins to pierce my virginity. That thickness of his sinking in, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been before, and him groaning with such pleasure as he does it. “Or are you sayin’ you don’t want me in you?” he growls, taking hold of my hips so tightly.

“I do!” I protest instinctually, and even though I was going to follow it up with a big ‘but!’ he pushes in and my words die on my tongue. He’s so big, and even though I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, it stings as he takes my virginity, making me into the bad girl he thought me to be.

He moans so lewdly as he pushes on into the hilt, filling me up completely as our debauched sounds of pleasure fill the air. And I can feel him inside me, pulsating, stretching me with each new throb of desire.

“Ohhh fuck yeah,” he growls, his fingers sinking into my flesh so tight it almost hurts, but it keeps me anchored and in place to have him grasping my hips and waist like that. “You’ve got the tightest, sweetest little pussy I’ve ever been in, sweetheart,” he rumbles to me.

He stays there for a few moments, letting me get used to his size, to the fact that there’s a man inside me! And then the throbbing pain dulls, and is replaced by something much nicer. He grinds against me, not moving in or out, but with each rotation of his hips his body collides with mine, his hips pressing into my tender ass.

My breasts flatten into the wood as he holds my ass up in the air so that I have to go on tip toes, even in my shoes, and then he begins to pull out.

But he doesn’t pull out all the way, and I can feel his thick crown snugly inside me still before he pushes back in, and starts to build up a slow budding tempo. His deep, husky moans filling the air.

“Mmm,” he gives a long, deep moan. “I can feel your lil’ pussy lips clingin’ to me as I slide back… like they don’t want me to go,” he says, smacking into my ass a little as his pace grows. “This tight lil’ pussy of yours needed a nice hard cock so bad, huh? Makes you willin’ to be such a naughty girl,” he husks, his breathing growing heavier.

I know the risks, I k

now that what we’re doing is so wrong, but he feels so right. Like I’m meant to be here, pinned between him and his desk, with nothing between us. It’s even better than I fantasized, and I push my ass into him, wanting him deeper.

“You feel so good,” I gasp, shuddering when he fills me completely.

“You feel like heaven, you devilish girl,” he growls back at me through his own heady lust, but everything is getting lost in the slap of flesh. The way his cock plunges in deep, fills me up, stretches me wide and makes my toes curl with bliss.

My stinging cheeks are taking a beating from his thrusts, but I can barely feel it as he pumps into me. His heavy balls swing up, smacking my clit before he reaches in under, and those long fingers of his find that sensitive bud themselves.

“Ohhh, you feel so good sweetheart… but now it’s time for you to cum on my cock,” he says with such an insistence. Like I have no choice in the matter.

But it’s not like I could hold back, even if I wanted to. His fingers... Oh God his fingers. It’s like every nerve in my body is being caressed all at once, and when he strokes along my soaking pussy, I begin to tremor. I’ve never felt anything like this, and he rubs a bit harder, more insistent.

I buck forwards, the sensation almost too much! He has me pinned to the desk, though, and there’s no real escaping him. Ohh, not that I want to!

“Ah!” I gasp out, and his rough fingertip swirls around my clit. “Ohh!”

And then there’s fireworks going off behind my eyelids, and my pussy clenches his dick so hard that he can barely pull out.

But as pleasure explodes within me, I don’t think he’s trying too hard to pull out. He pumps into me, the gush of my honey flooding around his shaft, then coating his balls as they smack wetly against my body.

His deep, growling moans fill the air with my squeals and cries, and he’s pumping me into the desk so hard.

As I lose all control and become a spasming, twitching mess, he takes over. He bends down, ceasing his thrusts long enough to take my leg and twist me around. He lifts me up, puts me down onto my back atop his desk and places my calves against his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he says, licking his lips as he starts to pump again, reaching his two thick forearms out as he undoes my blouse, one button at a time.

I can’t help but knock his pencil holder to the ground, folders under my ass as he holds me in position. I can see his face in the dim light as he opens my blouse to find my red, lacy bra that I had to hide from my dad whenever I needed to wash it.

My breasts heave as he fucks me deeper, so deep that I almost feel like I’m going to black out!

But then he reaches out, grasps my breasts with his two powerful hands, sinks his fingers into the twin mounds. His greedy grasp pulls the bra away, to get at the stiff nipples, to maul and manipulate them as he continues to pump his hips and pound his dick into me.

“You’ll be doin’ more than just wash my car from here on out, lil’ girl,” he growls so possessively as I watch his ripped chest ripple with his motions, his abs and pecs glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.