Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Those heavy, cum-laden balls swinging up against me as he picks up his pace, thrusting harder, faster, his moans filling the air as he takes me right there in the kitchen.

“Oh God, Amy!” he moans, and I feel him swell inside me, thicker than ever.

It’s out of this world, and I can’t help but cry out again and again. My breaths are hard and fast, and shallow since my breasts are smushed on the table. I can’t seem to get enough air in my lungs, and it makes me feel light and heady.

“Daddy!” I cry out, but it’s so good, and I’m brimming over with love.

“Ohh Amy!” he bellows in return, and he picks up his pace, pounding into my tight little pussy so hard and fast now. His balls slapping against my clit as he hammers his dick into me, all that power in his masculine body put to use fucking me atop the kitchen table.

But then, then he does something entirely new: he slaps his hand against my ass as his dick swells. Then again! Louder, harder this time.

“I can’t resist,” he chants, breathlessly.

It’s sharp pain, and warm, overwhelming pleasure, melding together in my body. His touch is everything I could have imagined and more, even the painful slaps of his hand against my bum. And it feels only right, him punishing me. Making me suffer a little for all this joy I’m feeling!

He told me it’s not my fault, it’s not my sin, just his, but that sting helps bury the last slivers of worry all the same. And he gives me another for good measure, making my ass cheek sting as he pounds me, causing the kitchen table to creak.

Those strong hands of his move up from my hip, stroking my smooth flesh. But while one returns to its place, the other moves in beneath my top, and yanks my bra down roughly, nearly ripping it as he grasps my breast and squeezes it, all without missing a beat of his needful thrusting.

I’m perched so precariously on the table as I arch up, wanting to feel as those strong fingers dig into my fleshy tits. I whimper as he pushes in again, and I quake atop the table. That sensation of pleasure starts building again, each strike of his body against mine bringing me closer to climax.

My daddy’s a ravenous beast though, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow. He’s hammering me so hard the table jars forward, the utensils and plates making a ton of noise as his gruff panting and moaning fills the air.

“Oh God, sweetie… it’s… it’s too late, I can’t stop myself,” he groans, his dick pulsing thicker and thicker. “I’ve got to spill my seed in you, oh Lord… I have to, I have to!” he cries.

And I knew he had to, right from the start, because it was a bigger sin to let that seed go unsewn. He’d always taught me that, but when I try to tell him it’s okay, my brain is too foggy to say anything right.

“You have to!” I instead say, my entire body quivering with the anticipating of what’s to come.

He lets loose such a loud roar, and smacks my ass cheek again. He’s pounding me so hard as he reaches forward, letting my heavy breast hang as he coils my hair about his hand, in between his fingers.

“Oh Amy… I can’t resist your sweet flesh,” he says, the last words of his I can decipher before he’s all grunts and moans, and the air is too full of the slaps of our flesh anyhow. Then his rough, hard thrusts become such a frenzy, building up and up until…

He lets loose a howl. I feel him stretch my slick canal wide as he blows his load into my pussy. Thick streams of creamy seed spurting out of his cock as he buries his dick in deep and refuses to waste a drop.

My back arches, and I’m filled with such a powerful sensation. I don’t know how to describe it, but it was like the warm embrace of heaven, a sense of peace and beauty and righteousness filling me and making me beam with its bliss.

And it lasts so long, on through the jarring pushes as he empties his loins, the bumps and grinds as each last spurt fills my depths. He clings to me tight until he leans over my back, panting and moaning, fondling me with those rough, hard hands of his.

“Oh Amy… yours is a test I just could not overcome,” he says breathlessly, kissing along my spine, then towards my shoulders.

It’s so nice and tender after such a mix of pleasure and pain, and my body softens at his gentle kisses. He’s still lodged within me, and I bite on my lower lip, trying to quiet my whimpers. But I want more than anything for him to know that it’s okay. That it has to be okay, because I want more.

He begins to pull away though, and I feel so sad… but he doesn’t let go, and he doesn’t slide out. Instead he pulls me with him, until we’re both sitting back on his chair, the wood groaning beneath us as I’m perched upon his lap.

“Oh my darling Amy,” he says, kissing me so softly as his hips rock beneath me, and I feel him grinding up into my slick little slit some more. “I am but a man to your charms.”

It’s such sweetness, so much warmth and love, and I’ve never felt closer to him than I do right now. I just want to be wrapped in his arms forever, and I curl into him as best I can, letting him pepper my skin with kisses.

“That didn’t feel wrong, daddy...”

He fondles my breasts as his lips roam along my shoulder, those hands then letting my tits drop as he moves on down, over my legs. He grasps my thighs from in under, and I feel his teeth nibble at my flesh.

“Of course it didn’t,” he says, his voice moaning as he lifts me up, helping me ride atop his cock in his lap slowly. “You’re just doing what you’re meant to… I was the one who sinned, sweet child… and I can’t help it. I need to sin again,” he confesses.

And I know just what he means, because I don’t want to stop either. It’s like the dams have opened, and now I just want more. I’ve fantasized for so long, and to know he feels the same way, to know he wants me just as bad as I want him, is amazing.

No, not wants. Needs. He needs me. That’s what causes him to sin with me. He can’t keep himself from fulfilling that vital need.