Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She could feel it against her thigh: that throbbing growth of his manhood expanding.

She liked that she’d shocked him, but still she squirmed under his gaze, so needy for... him. For him to take her. For him to be hers.

Bethany didn’t shield herself from him, though, and tried to sit as nonchalantly as she could. “Surprise,” she said softly, her thigh pressing into his masculinity.

Her father was never caught off guard for long. Never.

And as she sat there upon his lap, her legs dangling over one thigh as he held her in his grasp, he lifted one hand and cupped a breast. Feeling her smooth, nubile flesh in his palm, caressed it with one thumb. And with it she felt that impressive, snaking growth of his cock throb fuller, harder against her, looking about ready to tear through his tight shorts.

When his thumb grazed her pink, sensitive nipple, he licked his lower lip. “You wanted this,” he pointed out, bereft of any tone of questioning. It was fact, and he was already taking advantage of it as he hefted her heavy mound and stroked it tenderly.

“Of course,” she whispered, her lips so close to his face. She couldn’t believe it. She’d wanted him for so, long but she’d been so afraid to act on it, and now here he was, caressing her, his thumb toying with her achingly hard nipple.

It was so wrong that he’d react this way. That’s why she’d always been so afraid.

But then again, he was right. Out here, nothing was illegal.

Maybe nothing had to be off limits, either.

Her father’s piercing blue eyes roamed over her bare flesh, soaking in her whole, nude body as he continued to fondle her. “God,” he said a bit breathlessly, “you look even better than your mother when…” He trailed off, lost in her beauty before his eyes met hers again.

It wasn’t often her father, the powerful man he was, got caught without words, and he tightened his hold on her before leaning in. His own lips pressed to hers as his eyes shut and he kissed her in a way no father ever should, his tongue invading her mouth as he pulled his daughter tighter against his chest.

But she kissed back even hungrier, her breath hot and her tongue lashing against his as she began to grind lewdly in his lap. She needed him so bad, and her hand dropped between them, exploring him so bravely across his white shorts.

He was a large man, in every respect. He lived large, and his cock fit snugly in her hand. It bulged at her touch, pushing out her fingers with its heated girth as she caressed that length.

All the while he kissed her, lifting her up as he stood, cradling her in his arms with as much ease as when she was a young girl.

“Come on,” he said huskily in between smacks of their moist lips. He looked ahead, his handsome face so chiseled with determination as he carried her in through the large resort building, back towards the master bedroom.

The servants had already packed their things for them, and that massive king sized bed lay waiting as he carried her over to it, gently draping her body upon its rich sheets as he gave her another long, impassioned kiss.

Her legs spread, instinctively, and her body ached for him. She was a smart woman, modern enough to know the subtleties of her own body, and she didn’t worry that sex with him would hurt. Even if it was her first, real time. Playing with those small time boys was just practice for daddy, they always had been.

She’d never let them take daddy’s prize.

Instead, she offered herself up to him, and reveled in his hard body. It felt even better than it looked, and she wanted to see more.

She watched as those hard pecs bulged further and those thick abs flexed as he began to undo his shorts. “How did you know,” he began, another button popping open and she could see his blonde pubic hair, “the one thing daddy wanted,” his eyes glued to her cunny as he peeled away the shorts and let his thick, meaty cock unfurl from its confines, throbbing out so thick and full, “but couldn’t have?”

He moved so smoothly, so fluidly, but he was upon her in what seemed like a pounce, one arm over her shoulder to rest against the mound of cushions behind her as his dick jutted out, veins protruding as that immense girth bobbed wantonly.

Her heart swelled, but this was no time for romance. She needed him too badly and her hand went down to his cock, tugging back the foreskin. Her thumb gathered a bead of precum, teasing it down his swollen length.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. This felt like one of her fantasies, and before she could stop herself she was already whispering, “I saved myself for you.”

Those five simple words brought such a triumphant grin to her father’s face, and another hot, pulsing throb to his dick as she held it. He gave her another passionate kiss, let her fondle his turgid manhood a moment long before he broke off and angled himself downwards nearer to her quim.

“Now I have everything,” he said, his voice a low, husky growl, so laced with passion as he cupped a breast in his free hand, only needing the one strong limb to hold himself up, letting him fondle her thick, supple mound as she guided him towards her slit.

She was so wet and she teased herself on that cock, bringing the swollen helm up over her clit and letting him brush against her metal piercing. It sent a small jolt through her, and she repeated the motion, squirming so eagerly.

She couldn’t remember a time she was ever so soaking wet, her juices fragrant in the air as she teased herself on his cock.

None of it went unnoticed by her father, who looked down at the mess of glistening wetness, then the glint of that metal piercing. “Such a dirty girl,” he growled lowly as his bulging purple crown was used by her hand to tease herself. “I’ll have to punish you for getting that without permission later,” he said before lunging in, kissing her deeply, with a mad, passionate love before he broke the hold of her hand and merely stabbed his cock into her.

That broad manhood thrust into her slick little cunt, opening it so wide, stretching her walls wider than they’d ever gone before as he bottomed out within her. Her narrow depths overcome by sheer force and the volume of her slick fluids.