Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

And it was magnificent.

She knew this was real. It had to be, for not even in her fantasies had it felt so good to be impaled by her father. He filled her so fully, and it made her entire body feel alive. Her long legs wrapped around him and for a moment it was too much, her vision clouding over with the intense sensation, but she didn’t shy away from it.

She wanted more.

Her father’s head arched back and he gave such a delicious, loud cry of pleasure. His gravelly voice filling the whole of the resort house as he felt her narrow cunny walls clench around him. Conforming to the bulging shape of his shaft as she formed such a perfectly narrow sleeve around him.

He squeezed one of her heavy tits as pulled back, dragging her cunny walls with him and evoking a gasp from Bethany as her pussy seemed to try and pull him back inside. All the while a low moan escaping his throat until just the crown of his exquisite dick remained in her, and he thrust again, hi

s balls slapping noisily to her ass beneath as he began to fuck her.

“Oh fuck Bethany,” he ground out as his stunningly built physique shifted, muscles bulging and twitching as he took her at long last.

The luxurious bed teased her skin, and already she felt so hot, so strange. Her fingers went between their hard bodies, flicking against that piece of jewellery and moaning loudly in response. It was even more intense, and her calves tightened around his toned ass.

“You don’t think this is wrong?” she panted out, still dazed that this was really happening, her mind a fuzzy haze of alcohol and lust.

Every thrust of his cock into her made her heavy tits jiggle atop her chest, and he lunged in, biting and kissing at her neck in response to her. Only then did he mutter in his deep voice, the insistent pound of his cock continuing along its steadily rising tempo.

“It’s so wrong sweetie, so very wrong,” he panted, his lightly tanned, hard body showing some perspiration from the warm evening and the rising pace of his rutting into his daughter. “But I’ve never let ‘wrong’ stop me from getting what I want before,” he insisted, suckling, then nibbling, her earlobe before he removed his hand from her breast and locked both of them about her wrists, pulling them up over her head and pinning them there.

Her fingers were still glistening with her wetness and she tried grinding into him, begging him to rub that piece of metal against her clit again. Every time his hips ground into hers she jolted with pleasure, even as she squirmed, helpless beneath his strong body.

Never had she felt so powerless, never had she given up control to another, but now he’d taken it, and she couldn’t help but get even more turned on by that.

He was her daddy after all.

Pinning her two arms between one of his, he slid the other down over her form. Stopping to squeeze her breast before moving across her taut tummy, then down above the slick mound of her womanhood. There his groin struck hers again and again, the pounding rising, growing faster, harder.

He glazed over her piercing, toyed with it as he watched her through his narrow blue slits. “You’re my girl… my baby girl all grown up,” he intoned, looking upon her possessively as he made her body rock and jiggle. “The one desire I ever denied myself…” and she felt his dick swell within her from his rising arousal. “And you came crawling to me before I could even finish taking you," [cock thrust and gasp], "make you mine in every way.”

The idea that he’d been scheming to have her sent a spasm through her body, and for a moment she wished she hadn’t been so impatient. That she could have seen what he came up with, how he envisioned it.

But then, she could never regret this. No, everything was perfect, and her blue eyes met his, her mouth panting and groaning. He felt powerful, divine, and she squirmed just to remind herself of just how little control she had.

Her father’s grasp tightened around her wrists, and he tweaked her little piercing as if to heighten the sense of her powerlessness before him. Those moist lips of his kissing back along her lips and jaw as he grunted and growled his desire for her.

“I’m gonna make you scream for me, baby girl,” he said to her so darkly, and before she even realized it, he was tying her hands to the headboard. The room prepared ahead of time for bondage she only realized then. Her father’s plans all along must have been for a week of debauchery.

Except with her mother, not her.

Never would she trust anyone like this, to tie her up, to manipulate her body to their needs and whims. A little pit of fear in her stomach formed but then when she looked up at him again, the fear started to melt away as quickly as it came. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not seriously.

And maybe she wanted him to, a little bit.

The thought made her coo, and she didn’t even struggle against his binding her, not that it would have done any good. He was powerful, and broad, and her calves just drew him into her deeper.

That only made him roar out louder, and he twisted her piercing before sliding his other hand down along her side, squeezing her breast hard then moving back up towards her slender neck. He closed his grasp around her throat and held her face in position as he leaned down, kissing her pouty lips.

“Every time you stuck out that lower lip at me, you have no idea how much I had to resist,” he growled like a ravenous beast at her. “I wanted to bite it. Suck it. Kiss it. And you kept sticking it out at me. Taunting me all along, you little cock tease.”

She’d never heard him talk like this before, and she felt drunk on his words, on his touch, on the way he knew just how to ignite her passions. She may have been a virgin, but she knew what she liked, and she fucking loved him. Right now, as he was, uninhibited and brimming with passion for her.

She pouted again, as if taunting him, as she ground her hips against his eagerly.

Her father’s hand tightened around her neck, squeezed it firmly before he lunged in and did exactly as promised. He bit her pouting lip, he sucked it, he kissed it. All as his powerful hand kept her breathing so tightly restricted, and his thumb teased her sensitive little clit to such heights amid the smacks of his groin to hers.

Bethany was soaring to heights she could have scarcely imagined, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure anymore. Her body began to twitch and jerk, her clit ground so expertly by her father, and with the last breath she had, she cried out as she came.