Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

There was an orgasmic haze among all of us. Slowly, Darren pulled out of my ass, and helped his brother guide me down to the table where I was laying there, a sweaty and cum soaked mess, their seed leaking out of both of my holes.

"Damn, I was trying to save myself for your pussy, but your ass just wanted my cock too much, Christine," Darren said, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the lips after all of this. "Guess my brother gets a leg up on the knocking you up part."

I laughed. "I'm already pregnant."

Carson and Darren shot one another a glare, and there was a bit of surprise among them.

"What did you expect to happen when you both kept blowing such huge loads inside me?"

"It's probably mine, you know," Carson said.

"Fat chance," Darren snapped back.

"Does it matter?" I again said, with some effort.

The brothers again shared a moment. Darren took a breath and spoke up first. "No, it doesn't. You belong to us, now, Christine. We're going to make full use of you. You better get used to all of this. The fuckings, the anal, the being pregnant, because this is your life now."

"I couldn't have said it better myself, brother."

All I could do was laugh. I remembered how I had this plan of enrapturing a man to take care of my uncertain future. Of trying to snare some rich guy into being my baby daddy to do so if that didn't work.

It did, though. It all worked too well. I had two lovers, two brothers, willing to give me everything I could possibly want and then some. I had succeeded far beyond my wildest dreams.

As my two lovers laid beside me, it didn't matter where we were.

It felt good. Real good.

Sugar Daddy Rock Star

Book Themes:

First time/virgin, barely legal, impregnation/breeding, rock star, age gap

Word Count:

10,595

"The only one for me is you, and only you."

The loud song blared from my laptops speakers, along with the wonderful blend of guitars, bass, and drums. Everything was flowing together so well melodically that I would be singing it in my head for days, and out loud in the shower.

It had to be my absolute favorite Leo Rose song.

As good as the music was though, that wasn't the reason I brought up a video on my computer. No, if I just wanted the music, I had the entire album on my phone. Videos have that whole... visual element.

Where I could watch Leo Rose perform, even if getting to see him live was nearly impossible.

Mr. Rose gave me a lot to see too. As his shows went on, he would strip down to the waist, revealing that hairless but ripped chest. He had about two decades on me, me being fresh out of high school, but it didn't make him one bit less sexy. Everything about him was what I wanted. From the aforementioned well sculpted torso, to that long dark hair which I so want to have under my hands.

To of course, the leather pants he performed in which did well in showing off everything else he had. Strong delectable legs, and ample crotch bulge. Even though I'd never been with a man yet, I was wise enough to know what that entailed. I wanted it.

All of it. For years everything about him and surrounding him has been my greatest fantasy. I wanted the rock and roll lifestyle, to have nearly a billion dollars like he did, to be adored by millions. And I wanted him on top of it all.

I leaned back in my chair. It was a lazy Saturday morning for me. I was in t-shirt and panties, hanging off my body loosely. As I watched Leo gyrate and pelvic thrust, I was just taken by everything he did. I imagined him touching my body, caressing my breasts. I imagined him using those skillful fingers slide into my pussy and play me just as well as his guitar.

I wanted to be his instrument, singing for him as he plucked the things that me do so. Thrusting his finger inside me, cooing and moaning along to his demands. Letting the electricity from his fingers shudder through me. Skillfully fucking my pussy with his fingers but keeping a steady pressure on my clit to make damn sure that he was getting the absolute most use out of me possible.