Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I brought one of my hands to my chest, pinching and squeezing and tugging upon the nipple as I cooed into the nape of Derrick’s neck.

Lars was a powerhouse, and though the two men were roughly equal in cock size, Lars pounded into me with the force of a freight train. His rock hard, bulging muscles all put to slamming that big dick of his down deep into me, the squelching sound of Derrick’s cum and my honey around Lars’ cock filling the air around us.

Derrick’s hands slipped down to my breasts, taking the place of my hands to knead my mounds and tease my teats. All while he kissed and nuzzled into me. The two virile young men looking after my needs so very well.

I was glad I’d had Derrick go first, though. I never would have been wet enough or ready enough for the pummelling assault, but with the extra load of cum, well, I was able to really lay back and enjoy it. Enjoy him.

Both of them.

I moaned into Derrick’s mouth, my hand travelling up the back of his neck as I tugged him closer, working my tongue against his.

He tasted so good, and his sweetness contrasted with Lars’ brute force to make me quiver on the bed.

It was a delicious mix, and I got to enjoy their two hard bodies, watch Lars work at me like I was part of his workout. That thick dick pistoning in as Derrick… oh my! He reached on down, his arm pressing against my round tit as his fingers reached for my clit, teasing and circling my sensitive little bud as the bigger man hammered away, pounding out his first orgasm into me.

He never stopped, barely even slowed! Lars was hell-bent on going through on his promise and blowing load after load of his thick, creamy spunk into my waiting, fertile womb as he jackhammered into me, spurting more and more of that rich seed as he went.

I cried out, my body already so aroused that it only took a moment of Derrick’s rubbing to make my cunny squeeze against Lars’ sensitive dick. It made him twitch and gasp as my own honey began to flow. The sound of balls slapping against my flesh wetly, the way my hot little bud sparked out such pleasure throughout my limbs, was so exquisite.

“Yes!” I screamed, my moans growing louder and more unrestrained with each thrust.

Lars was a brutish machine as he thrust into me, but combined with Derrick’s gently fondling and devoted teasing of my clit, I found such complete bliss between the two of them. I could pause and enjoy the loving look on Derrick’s face, the strained, pleasured look upon Lars. The way all those bulging, hard muscles swelled up as the big man pounded me, bulging and tight.

It was so intense, and already I had two loads of thick, potent cum within me, with another fast on the way judging by Lars’ rate.

I’d lost track of my own orgasms, the way they ebbed and flowed into one another, some mild, some making me buck and spasm and scream. All were welcomed, though, and each time I hit that cusp, Derrick seemed to know, kissing my neck, my lips, my breasts.

Lars, though, was lost in his own realm of pleasure, eyes closed as his body began to glow a bit with perspiration and better showing off the hard lines of his abs and pecs.

It made him so glorious to watch as he hammered his second climax out into my pussy, pounding that hard dick into me as he grunted and moaned. He was a beast, and he filled me up with his second load, panting and looking ready for more with his excitement.

But there was Derrick, putting a hand on one of Lar’s big, bulging biceps and guiding him away. The smile on his face said he was more than ready for his second go: the sight of his stiff prick reinforced it.

I watched Lars pull away, leaving my puffy cunny lips drooling so much spunk as they switched places, and I knew I’d end that night pregnant. There was no way those two young studs weren’t going to do the deal then and there.

And I couldn’t have been happier.

Katie’s Fertile First Time

Book Themes:

M/F/M Sex, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Virginity Loss, and Alcohol

Word Count:

5,369

It all happened when I was sent to the principal’s office one day. Mr. Thatcher, my teacher, didn’t like my, what he called, attitude. It was, and I quote, ‘unbecoming of a woman of your nature’. I didn’t know what my nature meant, but I’m pretty sure he was talking about the fact that I was curvy.

See, women with birthing hips are a prized commodity in my town. It’s not a bad setup, really. A woman tries to find as many potential fathers for her offspring as she can, breeding with them and providing her kids with the best life possible. It was how it’s always been done, but you know, I wasn’t really that interested in that.

Well, not until Mr. Thatcher sent me to see Mr. Robins, and told me I had to get my life on track. I guess hearing them both promise me that they’d personally see to it that my kid would want for nothing helped. I only had two dads, but my mom chose them out of love, and I didn’t get a lot of love growing up.

So maybe my principal and my teacher were a little like the surrogate fathers I never had.

The fathers I wanted my baby to have.

It didn’t matter, because the second I was of age, I was over at Mr. Robins’ house, ready to lose my virginity to them both.