Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

And as that thought occurred to me and my lashes descended, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. There was no way I was going to be able to mingle for very long, but still I looked to Lars.

“Will you get me another drink?”

That big blonde babe of a man gave me a toothy nod and took off without a word to fetch me one, just like that. Never seen him so excited in all my life.

“I bet you’ve got it all planned out how you want it to go, huh?” Derrick said to me, smiling in that handsome, sweet way he always did as he closed in next to me. “I’m so happy you picked me, you know,” he added on softly in a quiet murmur, his arm reaching out around my back in such a display of casual confidence, I barely noticed how nervous he was too.

I relaxed into him, hoping it’d calm his nerves, as well as my own, and noticed how clean and fresh he smelled.

“I am too,” I agreed. What better way than giving away my virginity to two men I trusted the most in the world?

I just wanted to take him, then and there. To run my fingers down his body, to see if he was hard for me yet. Somehow, I resisted.

“And I don’t really have it planned. I just wanted to go with the flow.”

“Well,” Derrick started, hesitating to swallow with that little bit of nervousness, “I rented a hotel room for us… If you want to use it, I mean. Just in case. Something pretty nice,” he said, taking another quick sip of his own drink right before Lars returned.

“Here ya go,” the big man said, holding out the glass. “Had to beat a few fellas to death, but I got it for you ASAP,” he remarked with a toothy grin.

I laughed as I took it, endeared by his bravado, Derrick’s caution. They were the perfect contrast, and I sipped the drink eagerly. A hotel room? I couldn’t believe he’d go through the trouble. Derrick only had three fathers, putting him at a disadvantage, so it was obviously much more meaningful, and I looked back to him with a gentle smile that was laced with lust.

“I just want to finish this drink and we can go back to the hotel,” I said, as if it were my idea.

That brought a smile of a different sort to each of their faces, though it was Lars that was the most unrestrained about it as he swept in, putting his thick, well-muscled arm about me, grasping my ass over top of my pink dress even.

“I’ll rock your world Becca,” he declared so cockily, leaning on in to nip at my neck after a quick kiss.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in line if he gets outta control,” Derrick jested with a roll of his eyes, and then… a sweet little smile just for me. He was smitten.

And as I sipped my liquor, I felt every last iota of hesitation drift away.

With these two, I felt completely, utterly, secure.

They each held one of my hands as we made our way to the nearby hotel. It was the only genuine hotel on the island that wasn’t a bed and breakfast, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nice. It had a lovely exterior with a swanky lobby and a very posh looking room for the three of them. Despite the lavish interior of our room, I barely noticed any of it as my gaze kept flitting between the two of them.

Lars was so much taller than me, especially in my ballerina flats, but Derrick was at the perfect height for me to rest my head upon his shoulder as we had strolled there and into the room.

“It’s gonna be a great first time,” Derrick said with that quiet, warm awe upon his voice. He couldn’t wait, his hand rubbing along my tucked waist, down over my ample hip, admiring my curves even as he was being so sweet.

“Fuck I’m gonna bust like five nuts in you tonight, I know it,” Lars declared so lewdly, downing the last of his drink and crumpling up the plastic cup to toss it to the nearby bin.

I laughed as we locked the door behind us, but that was the moment my pulse really started racing. I was having a harder time catching my breath and was grateful to have them both on either side of me, keeping me up, because my knees were trembling something fierce.

I’d been looking forward to this day for so long, this moment, and now it was finally here and I could barely even figure out what to do next. It was like I was looking for a distraction, or some guidance.

Surprisingly it was Derrick that made the first move, sweeping in around me, kissing at my shoulder, on up my neck toward my ear. He was hungry for me, ravenous in that warm manner he so sweetly reserved for me.

Though as he kissed at me, Lars came in, put his big, strong hand upon the back of my thigh and slid it on up to cup my ass beneath my dress. That hunk of a man coming in at my side to steal my lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth, just as I knew he wanted to thrust something else in me.

And then it was all perfect. No more pressure, no more need to pretend that I didn’t need them with such a fiery passion.

My tongue swiped along Lars’, feeling the ribbed texture so eagerly. I never told anyone anything, but Derrick and I had made out a few times, even though tonight was supposed to be the nights for all my firsts. It was a ritual, after all, but we couldn’t help ourselves.

So I thought I was a pretty kisser, soft moans against Lars’ tongue as my hand moved over Derrick’s stomach, feeling out his abs.

Oh, how deliciously hard they were.

Though, Derrick was sweet and kind, but I’d had my eyes on Lars for ages, because he was a big beast of a man, with a hard body that I got to see put to the test on the field in sports all through school. Every time I saw him tackle or pin another guy in a game, I couldn’t help but imagine him pinning me as he shoved his cock on in.