Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She bit her lip and nodded adamantly, choosing to agree with me silently in such an odd manner. As if not sure what to do with the newfound freedom I’d given her at first.

“Yes Sir,” she said, and I could sense her pushing back against my palm just a little bit. Feel the heat not only from her reddened cheek, but from her cunny so close by.

“I… I—” she stammered, struggling with confessing dirty feelings aloud. “I can’t help but imagine what you’ll feel like. Inside me,” she added on, those last words such a faint whisper.

I leaned back on the bed, my heart beating faster at her shy confession. Was there anything in this world sweeter than an innocent woman speaking dirty?

I licked my lips as I brought my hand along the cusp of her ass, touching her tenderly, teasing towards her slit.

“What else, Angel?”

As my hand neared that cunny of hers, I felt her shudder and heard her give a sweet whimper.

“I— I want you to touch me,” she said, her voice a little strained with desire. “I don’t want to be ignorant of it all! I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she confessed in such sweet tones, some of her warm slickness touching my fingers as I neared her quim.

I granted her a brush of my fingers against her smooth, shaven slit. She was absolutely soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, sweetness,” I said lowly, just to tease her. To test how far she was willing to go, to see which desperation was worse for her.

She gave a suffering groan, so girlish and soft. It was filled with want and frustration.

“Please,” she said, eyes shut, neck arched back as her spine curved in a feline sort of manner. “I want to feel you! Your… your cock,” she said, her pale cheeks turning such a deep red as she begged for what she’d never known.

I brushed the back of my fingers against her pussy once more, just enjoying the slippery, smooth feel of her sex. I wanted her to reach her brink, and I knew she was already growing close. She didn’t have the words to voice what she really wanted.

“Raw though, right Angel? You want the real thing?”

She was flustered, but she nodded, her vibrant hair bouncing with the motion.

“Y-yes! I don’t want my first time spoiled,” she said, arching her spine deeper and daring to press her needful cunny back against my fingers just the slightest bit. “I want you to make my first time perfect. Just like I always dreamed! Nothing in between us…” those last words uttered with such a lusty tone.

I intended to laugh, but it came out as more of a growl as I rubbed her pussy, up along her labia and towards her clit, circling there.

“And you want me to cum in you, don’t you, Angel? To always have that link to me?”

It was easy to see she’d never been touched directly there before, because as my fingers teased her clit she moaned, shuddered and struggled to resist a flail from the intensity of her nerves being prodded.

“Y-yes! Cum in me! I want it to be real! Complete!” she begged me, that tone of desire unmistakable, unfakeable.

And I wanted to reward h

er for her good behaviour, but not before I rubbed that bundle of nerves once more, dragging my hand down along her slit and prying her inner labia open. I just wanted to see that perfect, pristine cunny before I filled her up.

She mewled for me as I inspected that perfect, pink slit. The hymen narrow, too taut for her to have been penetrated before. The proof of her virginity right there before me, promising such a tight squeeze when I finally sank into that cunny.

“Please,” she begged again. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer!”

What a sweetheart. I normally didn’t like being rushed, but I was only a man, and her dulcet voice was driving me just as wild. Not to mention the sweet scent of her arousal.

I pulled back and brought my clean hand to my trousers, unbuttoning my pants before standing. I then went to my shirt, watching her as I undid it, letting her see as I throbbed beneath my cotton trousers before I finally stripped.

Watching her squirm, I could see her struggle with resisting moving, her blue eyes flicking to the side even as she tried her best to avoid doing so. She wanted to see my cock. Gaze upon it, know what was about to fill her. And she caught a good glimpse of its thick, vein-lined shaft, pulsating with desire for her. And it made her whimper with need all over again.

I stroked it, once more trying to tease her, to make me need to punish her. But she was so obedient. I don’t think I’d ever met a girl like her, and I couldn’t help but grin.

I went back on the bed, behind her, bringing my cock to her slit, rubbing my heated member against her labia. The warmth of the air had covered me in a bit of a sheen already, the tropical breeze relaxing me.

She moaned, a genuine, honest, beautiful moan from the very touch of my bare cock against her cunny. My thick, purple crown stretched her hymen gently, working it wider as she quivered and writhed.