Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Again pushing me, I opened my mouth and took his sack into my mouth, having him lay them on my tongue, forcing me to lick them. To suck on them. Heavy and strong, he was more than full of seed, all of it ready and yearning to escape their prison. Sure, it wasn't going to escape from this, but Daniel was liking what I was doing anyway, sucking on him so hard, so completely. His head fell back, another soft groan from him as I kept up my driven and dedicated worship of him.

The scent, the sweat, it was all the essence of his sheer manliness and I couldn't help but liking it even when I clearly shouldn't of. In a way, it was a giant metaphor for everything he was doing. Slapping me, pulling my hair, using my own body against me, and generally abusing me, I should have hated every single thing about it. Having his balls shoved down my throat?

Didn't matter. Liked it anyway.

He pulled his balls out of my mouth, despite my best efforts at pleasing him.

"Open up, slut," he demanded.

I obeyed and was suddenly welcomed with a sudden cock shoved down my throat. He didn't waste any time, throwing me into the deep end with this – with a deep throat. I fought my temptation to gag as my lips rolled over his cock and towards his balls once more.

He pressed himself deep, daring me to gag, and I sputtered.

The rush. That's what all this was. All that talk about the primal nature of it all became very clear to me. Adrenaline plays such a big role, and adding a bit of roughness and what may be violence into it just made more of it pump

through me. Sure, my heart would be pounding if I was just trying to suck his cock normally, but as he tried to make me choke on it, I got all the excitement I would have gotten from that and oh so much more.

Daniel didn't let me choke on him for too long, again yanking his cock out of my mouth only to drive it back in. I struggled to do something besides gag, trying to suck on him, trying to lick him, trying to enjoy him even more.

He continued to act carelessly, being so rough yet so driven in his movements. He wasn't hitting my face with his cock and balls enough to leave any marks but he was definitely doing enough of it that I would feel it. He went faster and faster, and with every cycle I strove to please him despite his roughness. Even as he thrust deeper, even as he pulled on my hair harder, beating my face with his cock, my lust was still burning for him.

"Suck it harder," he demanded.

I muffledly protested, wanting to say that I was doing my damndest, but all that came out was "Mmmf mmvrrmf."

There were tears in my eyes yes, but I didn't really know why. Everything that was happening was like some sort of sensory overload. Pain, pleasure, it was all the same.

He kept fucking my mouth like an animal, and I wondered how much of me could he really take. He didn't take long to give me an answer. "I'm not ready to cum just yet." He again denied me his cock, pulling it out of my mouth, and pushing me back down onto the bed. I hit it spread eagle.

"I still got things I want to do to you, slut." Daniel's words were always accompanied by that satanic smile. He was having the time of his life, knowing that I hadn't yet put a stop to his fun – and that I was liking the way that he was treating me. He climbed on to the bed with me, his hand going to my clit, still sore from the rough way he had forced me to cum earlier. "This cunt belongs to me now, you understand? I can do anything I want to it. Finger it, fuck it, and lick it."

He dropped his head between my legs and laid a kiss on my nub, and sucked on it. Hard. A jolt of delight shot through me just then. Daniel licked up my juices, sucking on my labia, pulling on those lips, stretching that skin, but was always back there to make sure the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.

Thrusting his tongue inside me, trying to fuck me just as swiftly and as hard as he had done with fingers moments ago, he was devouring my pussy. Pulling at my clit and every sensitive part down there he was doing well in making me toss and turn under him again. Even as I started to bend to try to cope with the growing ecstasy inside of me, he held me down, making me squirm even more underneath of his devious touch.

It was weird that he was so good at eating me out, as I never thought it was possibly to roughly eat pussy, but Daniel was all about surprising me. Left and right, he was showing me a whole new and wonderful world tonight.

Too much was coming my way though, no matter how much I resisted or Daniel helped me fight my bodies natural tendencies. Every lick of my pussy, every suck on my clit, every fucking via his tongue it was all building up to something even stronger than the lightning fast finger fucking he gave me. Pressed hard into the bed, I just twisted in place as the orgasm hit me, a thick thundering wave washing over me again and again, every bit of utter bliss as I screamed his name.

As I came down from this high, I watched as Daniel looked on, seeing my predicament brought him such great amusement. "Such a slut. You know what? I'm not going to fuck you like a virgin. I'm going to fuck you like the filthy slut that you are."

I swallowed. Despite how much pain and discomfort had been involved in Daniel's unusual style of lovemaking, I was still anxious about the whole hymen thing, hearing so much about it being terrible and how there would be blood gushing everywhere.

So far though, everything had ultimately been great. Daniel was very experienced, so I decided to nod and accept it. "Fuck me," I said, softly.

"Oh, you're asking for it now?"

I nodded. "Please fuck me," I repeated, panting, not even remotely recovered from the first orgasm let alone the second that I had enjoyed tonight so far. Here I was, begging him for a third. Maybe I really was, unironically, a slut?

A hand still on my chest, he climbed onto the bed with me, forcing another brash kiss on my lips. His body's presence against mine was so strong and so overwhelming. More nervous than ever before, I felt him loom closer to me, his cock, still rock hard and ready for me, looming at my pussy lips, and ready to push through. "I'm going to take you, Olivia. Going to take you so fucking hard."

My eyes closed, I prepared myself for what was to come.

He thrust himself inside me. Suddenly. I had his entire cock buried within me, to the hilt, my pussy lips spreading to accept him so easily.

My eyes opened in surprise.

Daniel leaned down and whispered into my ears, the heat of his breath teasing them. "You're so fucking aroused by all this like the dirty bitch you are. It only hurts when girls aren't properly warmed up to it – like cumming twice on my fingers and tongue like the slut you are."