Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

My dick throbbed inside her, stretching her out as I bent back her legs and made her tits jiggle atop her chest.

“Fuck, you’re such a gorgeous lil’ beauty, Clarissa. I’m gonna breed you such a beautiful lil’ baby,” I growled.

Even without me touching that sensitive little clit, she whimpered and a thrill went through her, pussy vibrating around me. My words had such an effect on her, and she bit down on her lower lip to silence a loud scream.

But she couldn’t stay quiet for long, before she closed her eyes and said such filthy things. “Yea, you better knock me up.” Her legs curved around my ass. “Cum in me nice and deep.”

The sweet little girl I knew back in high school, now a beautiful movie star, saying such filthy things to me as I tried to knock her up. It was the stuff of boyish dreams.

I grasped hold of her two hips, lifted her body up off the bed as I pounded away. I put my strength to good use, reminding her of my raw power, hammering in nice and deep as I moaned aloud. Again my hard, ripped abs and pecs glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration, and I groaned loudly.

“C’mon,” I growled at her. “Milk my dick of every drop of cum… earn my seed, you desperate lil’ slut!”

She cried out as her pussy muscles tightened around me, so obediently. She was really working for my cum, desperate for it, and her entire body was writhing and bucking as she sought it out. I was seeing her the way no one ever could on the big screen, her hair dishevelled, her face bare of makeup and lighting, absolute pleasure contorting her features. Never would they allow her to be seen so raw, but I committed it to memory, knowing I could relive it again and again.

She was going to fly out of my life again soon, but not before I shook her world, I determined.

I looked down across her body, over the soft, supple curves of her feminine form, on down to the place where my hard, muscle-ripped body hammered into her. Those puffy folds of hers swallowing up my cock as I thrust on in, again and again. Hammering away as my balls smacked her ass cheeks, so laden with cum that awaited its chance at knocking her up.

I didn’t need a picture or video of that to emblazon it in my memory forever. I’d never forget that gorgeous sight. And just seeing it made my dick throb and swell, stret

ching her out.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum in this tight lil’ pussy of yours again Clarissa,” I growled out. “And then I’m gonna see you on all the news, swollen with child… and know it’s mine, you desperate lil’ slut.”

And it was with my words that she screamed, her body spasming against me, pulling towards my own inevitability. Her cries were enough to wake the neighbourhood, as electric fire ripped through her, her body jerking and tightening against mine.

Her body spasmed and squeezed about me, and I found my thrusts hitting their own ragged end. I was pulled into her tight, fertile body and my dick was drained dry once more. I couldn’t suppress the deep groans, the satisfied grunts as I twitched and bucked, pumping the full load of creamy jism straight into her.

I was packing a big, thick load of virile seed, and I was dumping it all in as deep as I could, right into her womb. That high was a feeling I could never forget, but seemed impossible to ever hope to match again.

Especially not as she looked up at me, with a mix of lust, affection, and raw, animal need in her expression. She was spent, but that teasing little smirk, that way she licked her lips...

I knew she wasn’t going to disappear from my life now.

I had only just finished reading an article about her. Seeing a picture of her on the award’s show runway, her beautiful black gown swollen by a child in her belly. It was a sight that took me away, reminded me of our time together in that hotel room. Made me pang for her again.

But before the pang could become sadness, a call came through on my phone.

“Hello,” I answered simply, not recognizing the number. But then, she never stuck with the same phone for long, not with how paparazzi kept cracking celebrity’s personal devices.

“I want to see you again. Soon,” she confessed immediately, that voice unmistakable. I couldn’t help but grin.

The Fertile Beauty Queen

Book Themes:

Cuckolding, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, and Public Sex

Word Count:

5,122

My ears were still ringing, but clearly talk still went on around me. Oliver and Sue, my wife, mostly. Sue was very animated, a little red faced and upset at the whole proposition. Which I couldn’t blame her for. Oliver was desperately trying to make his case, but neither of their words were getting through to me.

Out of us all, it was strangely the two most affected that were quiet. Me and Marisa.

The neighbour’s wife was a beauty queen. And I don’t mean that glibly, she was literally a beauty queen. Slender but shapely, she was well cut and clearly worked out, with beautiful long, auburn hair and a rack to die for.