Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She was still the meek little darling I’d picked up at the airport, in need of my care, and her fingers squeezed around my arm. She let out a moan into my mouth as her legs spread, making room for me between them.

She was shy, I could tell that much by how she kept trying to hide her eyes, to not let me see the flush of her cheeks, or the way her body was softening to mine.

But where she was soft, I was hard. My muscles were firm, my dick a solid pillar then. All that exhilaration of earlier, of getting to protect this fair young maiden, it had filled me with more desire and virility than I’d felt in my entire life. Even the stiff ones I’d popped as a teen paled by comparison.

I rubbed one hand along her thigh, felt her smooth, creamy flesh as I pushed her sun dress up to her hips. I felt like a god among men then, and she was my Aphrodite. The sounds of our lips softly smacking filled the air, and I couldn’t help myself but press my bulge in against her, and roll my hips, grinding my groin against her.

Aren looked up at me with uncertainty for a moment before her eyes fluttered shut and her rosy lips parted. I loved how she felt against me, that sweet, foreign exchange student so nubile and youthful. Her skin was like cream, so soft and delightful as my hands went further and further up her hips.

She was breathing nearly as hard as I was, our heartbeats racing against one another’s.

My hands pressed up beneath her dress, felt the waistband of her panties before moving on past to delve up, over her broad hips to her slender waist. She felt like heaven to touch, that was the gods honest truth. I could’ve gotten lost in just exploring her body for eternity, if I wasn’t in such an insatiable mindset thanks to the events of that night.

I’d conquered the enemy in my efforts to protect a woman, and now she was mine. That was the stuff of pure masculinity, like a man always yearns for, but so rarely comes.

“I’ve never done this,” she said in her accented voice, and it gave me a moment of surprise. Though it was quickly countered by how her arms wrapped around my neck, as if she were afraid that’d make me want to leave.

As if I could.

Her legs were already spread for me, my cock hard and throbbing against her clothed pussy, and she felt too sweet to pass up. My testosterone was flooding me, and I ground into her as her lips once more found mine, her tongue lashing against me.

I curled my fingers along her hips, into the waistband of her panties and found myself peeling that garment away from her cunny. The slick dampness of her moistened folds making a wet sound as I tugged the cloth away and slid it on down her legs.

I took one look at that pink little slit and felt my dick throb so hard it risked popping free of my pants on its own. Instead though, I focussed myself, and peeled off my own shirt, tugging it up over my head and shoulders, revealing my broad torso, bulging with muscles across my abs and pecs.

I began to work my belt as I gazed down at her tenderly.

“I’ll take care of you,” I promised her in a deep husk.

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Her pussy was swollen with blood, puffy and bare of hair but for a sweet blonde tuft above the slit. It was so wet, and she didn’t shy away from my gaze. She may have been a virgin, but there wasn’t shame as I stared at her. I let my eyes trace down her face, over her full lips, her large breasts and down to that heated little slit.

She was gorgeous, and I wanted to see so much more of her. All of her. So as I took off my belt, I looked up at her eyes.

“Take off your dress,” I ordered, not unkindly. I smiled to take any bite out of my words, and her hands tentatively reached for the sides of her dress. She shifted into a sitting position, pulling the material up over her flat stomach.

Her skin was perfect, and as she took the dress over her head, unveiling her large breasts, held in place by her white and pink flowered bra, they were even bigger than I’d imagined.

She shifted, the breasts bouncing a little as she looked at me.

I undid my pants and shed myself of them, letting my thick, muscular thighs loose, but then more importantly, I tugged down my boxer-briefs. That thick bulge that drew her eyes soon became the full on sight of my bare cock, the broad shaft tumbling out, ribbed by the ridges of my thick veins.

I reached out as she gaped at my manhood, my powerful hands undoing her bra and peeling it away. I wanted to free those tits of hers, and the moment they fell free, so perky and large, I sank my fingers into them, squeezed and kneaded them, enjoying the supple feel of those perfect mounds of flesh.

Her body was so responsive, nipples prodding into my palm as she moaned.

One of her hands went down, resting between her thighs, teasing over the soft flesh as if she wanted to play with herself. But I was paying far more attention to the one that was reaching out for me, for my cock, curious fingers reaching out to touch it as she shimmied closer to me.

I watched as her slender little digits coiled about my cock, feeling out that thick, veiny instrument as I gave a low, gravelly moan. The heat of my shaft pulsed against her palm, the girth stretching her fingers open wider as I leaned down over her.

I kissed at her breasts, again, then again. I took my time, teased around the edges of her pink areolas before giving a light suckle to her stiff nipple. Only stopped once I’d tugged it back and let it snap into position once more.

She gasped, but her nipple stiffened further, and her hand along her thigh couldn’t resist anymore.

I didn’t think anything could match the sight of her in her nude glory, but the fact that her fingers went between her thighs and began stroking at her pussy was sublime. Her hand wrapped around me more firmly, though she didn’t quite stroke me. No, she was just feeling me throb against her.

My mouth left her nipple as I pulled back and watched as those fingers played with her wet folds, teasing herself. She struggled to find that little clit of hers, and I brought one of my hands to her wrist. Holding it tightly, I changed where her finger lay, forcing the middle digit right over the throbbing nub.