Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

The echo of flesh rang through the hallway, and every penetration caused me to sway forward, my breasts bouncing with each fuck. I held on to the bannister as he did so, trying to contain the wave after wave of delight that was being sent through my body.

Darren slapped my ass as he continued his rhythm, nursing the spot he hit me only to slap it again. The small bits of pain only brought a smile to my face, another piece to the wonderful sensory pile he was building.

Faster, my back started to arch from his penetrations. He took it as an opportunity to hold me by my breasts, taking my nipples into the hand, and roll them in his finger tips. It stung and I called out, but he didn't stop. Why was I still smiling? That hurt.

It was all part of the design. The passion, the roughness. Carson was tender, Darren was rough and passionate. Everything he did only amplified the feeling of his raw, bareback cock inside me. How he fucked me, how I moaned for him.

Screaming for him. I don't know if I screamed louder for him than I did for Carson, but I did scream for him. He was good, and he was quickly bringing me to a whole new level of orgasm and ecstasy from what he was doing. As he fucked me, he reached between my legs, and just like his brother, he found my clit. His approach wasn't to massage it, though, but to assault it.

What was a steady rising tide soon became an uncontrollable flood in my body. Tears in my eyes, there was no way that I was going to be able to go much longer. It was too much, too fast, too great.

It exploded inside me. Everything from my core outwards surged in wonderful and blissful orgasm. From head to toe I felt the goodness spread over me, and I was singing his praises.

Even deep within, I could feel my pussy spasm around him, pulling at him, jerking him forward, as if that's what he wanted all along.

Underneath my screams, he had to have been struggling to keep himself together. He was grunting, slowing down in his onslaught, leaning down over me, the sounds he made tickled my back.

He was cumming.

Again, just like his brother, he didn't pull out. No. He kept himself buried deeply and to the hilt, letting his seed rush out of his balls and through his cocks and directly into my womb. Not caring if I would have objected as he filled me once again to the brim.

Again, I couldn't help but relish the feeling after it all. I wondered if I'd ever be able to accept a guy with a condom after this, knowing it would be denied this blissful feeling of a pussy full of cum.

Panting, he held onto me tightly, holding me up even after my own strength failed to keep me up on the bannister.

"You're fucking amazing, Christine. Just fucking wonderful. God, I haven't had a girl enjoy it that much in a while."

"I guess I am as much as a slut as you said I was," my tone somewhat somber.

"Don't say it like it's a bad thing. I love me a good slut who wants me to abuse them in all the right ways."

Slowly, he let me down, pulling out after it was far too late to prevent anything. Just like his brother, he pushed the little bits of seed that escaped back in.

I was resting against on the floor as he pulled his sweatpants back up. "It's almost noon. I have things to do babe, but I'm going to make sure I fuck you again tonight. You're welcome in our home as long as you like and I definitely hope you hang around."

Darren walked away, to do whatever it is a Darren does.

Carson then stepped out of his room, towel in hand, and threw it to me. "Oh, I see he's going to make it interesting for me. Shame, I guess I have to keep sharing you. Wipe yourself off, take a nap, because I'm going to want another go too tonight."

I took the towel, wiping the sweat off of my brow and the rest of my body. As I reached down between my legs, Darren's seed was still freshly there. My eyes closed, thinking of the implications. They both wanted to keep fucking me. They both wanted me pregnant, so that they could claim their sperm was the superior stock. It was a blissful thought, knowing that it was going to continue.

Good things don't last forever though. I looked toward Carson, gathered my breath and spoke through my exhaustion. "Do I have to choose?"

Carson knelt down before me. "Well yeah, that's the point. I know you want me though. Let's give you, say, a week, and then you'll know for sure."

"A week?" I said, wistfully.

"Yeah. You'll be sore and sick of his shit by then." He pointed down to the mess that was leaking out of me and onto the carpet – his brother's seed. "We'll determine who has the better sperm later, but I'm not sharing you for nine months, Christine. I want you all to myself."

I wasn't so sure of that. Deciding? It wasn't going to be an easy task.

What came next was a delight. I didn't think about things like the decision between the two brothers that would be inevitably forced upon me, and instead simply enjoyed what was being done to me. Every time Darren fucked me roughly against the wall, over a counter, or just fucking took me on the floor, I screamed for him. He fucked me hard. He filled me to the brim with his seed.

Inevitably, Carson would be there to care for me. He would wipe me off after Darren's rough ravishing. Treat me like a princess, eat me out if I wasn't dripping with his brother's cum. I would cum again and again with him, and he too would be flooding me with seed.

My whole day was an endless fuckfest where I was cared for, used and abused, and everything else. My plan about trying to con them into paying for school for me was the furthest thing in my mind, and even the ideas that they would eventually knock me up at this rate was second to the wonderful, seemingly endless sex I was having.

Sure, Carson was sweet. Darren was so damn right though. I was a slut, through and through. The two brothers had awakened a powerful libido inside of me that I don't think I would be able to stifle again so easily. The thought of losing one of them and not having a cock on demand was an utterly devastating thought.