Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I didn’t want to take it too far. This was a ballet, and one that I knew needed time before it reached the final, beautiful, marvelous act. I enjoyed every moment of it as I brought my hand down once more, softer this time though it still met her skin with a loud crack.

“Because it’s your first time, sweet Angel, I’ll let you off if you say sorry.”

She was whimpering, quivering before me upon all fours as she did her best to topple face first into the blankets.

“I’m sorry!” she said with little hesitation, her voice wavering a little with the pain she felt rising through her throat into her words. “Please, I’m sorry!” she bleated like a white little lamb.

She couldn’t see my smile, or what those words did to me.

I had to watch my breathing so that it didn’t get away from me, and I stroked her thigh tenderly.

“It wasn’t all that bad, was it?”

“N-no, Sir,” she said to me through trembling lips, the pretty little thing clearly enjoying it despite her delicate nature. Her flushed cheeks betrayed the depths of that sweet woman’s reluctant interest.

She bit down upon her pouty lower lip, suckled upon it so sweetly as she knelt there before me. Looking utterly desperate for me to claim her, make her my own.

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her, and I wanted her to see me.

My hand went to her cheek, guiding her with such a tender, yet commanding, touch before my fingers wrapped around the back of her head, unveiling her to me like a delicate present.

I could see the moisture in her eyes beaded between her long, curves lashes as they fluttered and her gaze shut.

I then guided her towards my mouth.

I wanted to taste her, to feel the warmth of her worried lips against mine as she trembled. My other hand went to her shoulder, holding her aloft.

Those soft lips were pressed to mine, so perfectly smooth and damp. It was such a delight, the loveliest pair of lips I did ever kiss, and I could’ve savoured them for hours.

That sweet girl made kissing feel new and interesting again, like it weren’t the prelude to something but the whole show. Intensely satisfying and exciting.

Especially with how her little tongue probed mine, testing it out, tasting me as well. I couldn’t hide the fact that I throbbed beneath my pants at her enthusiasm, at the way she was eager for me despite the pink hue of her perfect ass.

The warm, tropical wind blew the curtains inwards, filling the air with the scent of sand and the ocean, the sound of foreign birds calling in the distance. It was the perfect vacation atmosphere with her kissing me so delicately.

I pulled back, coiling my hand around her ear, thumb rubbing along her cheek.

“How did you envision losing your virginity, Angel?”

Her eyes fluttered open once more and she looked at me, anxiously gnawing her lower lip a moment before she mustered up the courage to answer me.

“A strong, handsome older man… who guides me, takes me from behind,” she swallowed anxiously. “I’ve resisted temptation...” she said, and I could feel the need in her words. She’d been a good girl for so long; too long.

My hand roamed over her face, tenderly, just getting a sense of that softness of her cheek, down over her jaw and further towards her throat as I smiled.

That’s another reason I love these arrangements. They’re mutually beneficial. There’s no drama for them in giving away their virginity, no boy that’s going to play games or judge her for not knowing what to do.

It was simple, and pure, and again I throbbed in my pants as I motioned towards the head of the bed.

“Crawl back into place, honey. What have you done with others, mmm?”

She obediently got back into place, her alabaster skin so perfect and smooth, such sweet glimpses up her dress skirt as she faced away from me, towards the headboard.

“Just… some touching and making out,” she said, sounding oh so embarrassed. Her naivety worn like a mark of shame rather than pride, because she was a little too old to be carrying around that innocence still.

My hand traced over her still stinging ass and she flinched, but stayed right where I wanted her. I trailed my finger along the handprint, teasing it as I spoke.

“I’m going to lift my rule for just a little while, Angel. I want to hear every little thought, every little word, said aloud, alright?”