Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It was lewd, what we were doing right next to the farmhouse, out in public beneath the sky, the bright, shining sun. It certainly wasn’t the hidden trysts in the barn, or somewhere else we could go to hide our shame.

But her legs spread for me, and I could see the mark of dampness between her thighs.

“Oh, Tyler!” she moaned, her nipple so stiff against my probing tongue.

I gave her breast a final kiss before I moved down over her body, my lips showering kisses upon her belly before I reached a finger inside her panties. I tugged them aside to bare her slit, and with only a brief moment to appreciate her scent, I dove in. I lashed my tongue over that puffy little slick slit and I tasted her honey, let its delicious flavour incite my passions all the more.

My dick throbbed so hard I felt it could rip my underwear apart, but I wanted her, wanted to taste her, to please her, just as much as I wanted to sink on into her.

Besides, the way she nearly screamed, her limbs trembling as my mouth touched her, said she was completely shocked and surprised by my actions. It didn’t take much to tell, as her caramel coloured cheeks flushed, that she’d likely never had someone go down on her before.

That only egged me on further, and I lapped at her little slit, devoured her honey flavour. I worked my tongue over her warm quim again and again, worked my tongue about her sensitive clit as she lay there in the grass.

Ravenous!

The only word I could think to describe how I felt as my dick swelled within my briefs, straining to get out completely.

Her nude body writhed, and I had to place my hand upon the flat of her stomach to keep her somewhat still. Besides, it allowed me to look up over her, over the hefty undersides of her tits, the little valley between them.

She was smokin’ hot, and looked even better, squirming in the bright sun.

“Tyler!” she screamed out, and I was thankful we weren’t living in the city, because anyone could’ve happened upon us. And I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t.

Even as she began to tremble harder, her breathing quick and gasped as her hands dug into the grass at her side.

“Oh, Tyler!”

I savoured that view and worked my mouth harder, lapping my tongue faster against her cunny, swirling about her clit as I kept her pinned down. I wanted her so bad, but more than that, I wanted to make her cum, make her cry out my name again and again until that beautiful woman was mine forever. My dick strained thicker, and I felt like my shaft was on fire with need, but it’d have to wait.

Though not for much longer. As my tongue swept along, the tip teasing that nub to hardness, she really started getting into it. Wriggling and screaming and sucking in breath.

Though my hard work and diligence was rewarded when she screamed my name loud enough that I was sure the county over could hear it, and her pussy grew so hot against my tongue. Her body was wracked with her intense orgasm, and I gotta say, I’d never seen any sight better.

Still holding her down with one hand, I rose up as she still flailed, hooking my thumb into the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down. My meaty shaft tumbled out, throbbing thick and hard, the coloured veins jutting out so prominently, leading up to the rigid, purple crown.

I moved in quick and sank that girth into her cunt with one firm, hard motion. It took power from my hips to get it in, though. To stretch her little pussy wide to make room for that meaty length, but I was lost in pleasure, moaning loudly as I disappeared inside her warm folds.

It extended her own pleasure, I could tell that much, because as soon as my pelvis ground against hers, she was singing out my name again. Another tremble went through her as her hair fanned out around her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, those dark lashes fluttering as if she were having a beautiful dream.

Her legs wrapped around me, those thick thighs holding me in place as I delved into her so deeply.

Ideas of waiting, prolonging the moment, being romantic about it… those were gone, because it was raw, animal need. Lust. Desire.

I raised my hips and crashed back down into her, pounding my dick into her tight confines, our two bodies raw and unhindered as I thrust. It was reckless, dangerous, but I was mad with need for my Rosa, and I didn’t want anything to spoil our time together. Certainly not a condom, and judging by how she took me, cried out my name and egged me on, the feeling was shared completely.

Her arms went about me, the fact that I was still shining with sweat from the afternoon sun not hindering her for even a second. She was into it. Me being a man, that scent that came with it, the fact that I was taking her so lustfully in the middle of the day.

Her mouth found mine for a few moments, pressed into it, her tongue lashing against mine eagerly as her legs tightened. My tanned and firm flesh pressing into her beautiful, soft figure as my cock pistoned in so quickly.

It was the kind of moment between a man and woman that felt so perfect. Her soft, feminine curves pressed to me, my hard, glistening male form atop her. We rutted and fucked in the grass like humans of pre-civilized years.

My dick swelled within her, my excitement taking me to such heights as my pace grew, and I fucked her harder, faster, always more. The passion not subsiding as I vented the long years of frustration into my beautiful Rosa, stunned by her beauty, moved by the tender, sweet way she kissed me back.

It was hard, but at the same time, it was always tempered by passion. Those real emotions shared between us, making every brutal thrust into something so much more.

It wasn’t the quick frolic, the desperate longing to simply get off.

Nope, sappy as it all was, there was something real there, and it made her pussy all the sweeter as it clung around my cock. Her tongue pressed against mine, her breasts flattened beneath my hard muscles.