Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

By the time he finally stopped, I was a panting, sweating, and highly satisfied mess. In my ecstatic haze, I watched as he stripped himself the rest of the way down and showed me his very well sculpted and toned body, with his hard, erect cock at the forefront.

Carson climbed on top of me, and gave me another kiss, as well as a look that told me he wasn't done yet. There was going to be even more to come for me. "I'm going to take you, Christine. Make you mine. Going to make it so you won't even want to touch my brother."

The thought swirled around in my head. The words that his brother took a very much different approach to love making. I wondered what it could be, as Carson was so dedicated and driven to my pleasure. What could Darren do that was all that different?

I couldn't think about that now. No, not with Carson over me, kissing me, and making me realize what I had at exactly this moment was good – damn good.

He brushed my clit again as he brought his cock to my pussy lips, right on the outside, ready to make me no longer a virgin. Despite my one orgasm already, I was still wet, and I was still hungry for more if we was offering it to me.

"I'm ready," I said, nodding enthusiastically for him.

He nodded back, and started to press forward inside of me, spreading my pussy lips as he entered. I cooed as he did so, feeling him fill me up so much.

Anticipation was driving me mad. Both of his – and my creation. I was afraid of all the rumors I heard that it would be terrible.

Truth be told, I barely felt any pain. I was aroused by him, so wanting him, I think my body just wanted him in, not caring one bit about any of my hymens protests and just letting him through.

Carson didn't rush me. Not one bit. He let me adjust to having the full might of his girth inside me before he slid himself out, and back in, and began the full proper fucking motion. He kissed me, he hugged me, he caressed me, and suckled my tits, it was all part of his worship as he created a rhythm with his cock.

I was loving every single moment of it. My entire body was alive with lust, from my skin to my nethers. I could only sit back and moan, with the occasional counter brush of his firm body. I did enjoy touching him, but I enjoyed the way he touched me so much more. His pace only grew faster and more rapid, and every time I noticed this change, he grunted and groaned himself, my body jerking at his cock, urging him to fuck me deeper.

Moaning, I relished it, feeling my legs unconsciously close around his body as he stayed on top of me. I realized that it was his bare, naked cock against inside my pussy. My unprotected, potentially fertile pussy. I thought about the risk of what was happening, but strangely trusted Carson to be able to control himself. After all, no man who was this good at making me climax could be inexperienced enough to spill his seed so suddenly. He would know when he was cumming.

I realized the irony of that thought with all the other girls through history who accidentally got knocked up. Even then, I remembered Bea's words and how that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Harder, faster, now so sure that I was adjusted to him, he was fucking me like a man possessed. Every penetration let blis

s shudder through my body, and all I could do was hold on, relishing all of it. I called out for him, and he only took it to another level in response. "God, you're so fucking tight, Christine. Never fucked anyone who felt as good as you do."

Even in my haze, his compliment made my smile curl a bit at the end.

"Fuck, I don't see how any man could last with you."

I was coming up to my climax once more by his hand, and it didn't help that he had reached between our body and began to massage my clit, all while never letting up fucking me. I was shaking, and ready to explode. One final flick, combined with one final thrust, was all that it took to send me over the edge, shaking in bliss and orgasm from his fucking.

So much more than the first, I was sent screaming, loudly. I knew we were alone in this place so I took advantage of it fully, calling his name as every nerve in my body flared with exquisite delight.

Carson never stopped. I could hear him grunting, trying to control himself, drag out by own utter bliss even longer, but he was nearing his climax too.

Even as my legs lost strength and dropped from around his back though, he wasn't stopping. He picked up my legs, folded me deeper, and kept fucking me. Carson grit his teeth. "Fuck, Christine, so fucking good."

The loudest grunt I heard from him that night was followed by him being forced to slow down, as I felt his balls pulse against my skin, his cock buried so deep inside, pressed to the hilt. Everything pulsed, for that matter, and he came. Burst after burst, every bit of his seed was being fired off inside of me, splashing against my cervix and making my eyes roll back in my head further.

I liked it. I really did like the feeling of him cumming so deeply inside of me. It was a wonderful finish to the blissful climax he had already given me.

Carson was in no rush to pull out. As the haze of orgasm cleared, it became obvious what he just did.

"You came inside me," I said, as he was still inside me.

"Yes." His voice was flat, obvious, like he couldn't understand why I would question that.

"I'm not on the pill. Or anything else."

"I knew that was likely."

"Is this where you tell me you had a vasectomy?"

"Nope. Never had one of those."