Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Oooh, she did wait on this at least. I can confirm that much,” Mr. Robins said with a husky delight, slowly pushing himself into me.

I felt a strange surge of pride, but it quickly disappeared as Mr. Thatcher’s tongue ran along mine, and I felt Mr. Robins threaten that little barrier. The thing that I’d protected for so long, cherished and prized.

I brought a finger down to my sex, fingers lightly brushing across my clit and finding out just how wet I really was, rubbing that bundle of nerves eagerly as my ass moved towards Mr. Robins.

I wanted to taunt him. Tease him. Make him beg.

But oh, if I made him wait, I knew it’d be me begging.

So instead I leaned against the bar as Mr. Robins sunk his cock into me, stretching that hymen out as he sank down into me, adding that twinge of pain as more of his meaty shaft pushed up into my slick little pussy. All that moistness helping ease the painful first entry.

“There you go,” Mr. Robins husked, grasping hold of my two cheeks in his palms, his fingers about my hips. “Take it nice and deep. You’ll be a mommy before you know it,” he told me.

Me, the bad girl. The misfit.

Though it was hard to argue when I had Mr. Thatcher’s tongue in my mouth. At least, until my principal shoved in the last of his length with a hard thrust and made me break that contact to squeal.

It was so intense, the pain lingering, my ass still stinging, and yet... oh God, I felt so full. So deliciously, wonderfully, deliriously full. It was as though I’d finally found what I was looking for

when I fingered myself beneath the covers at night, thinking of the way those boys tasted in my mouth.

But now I had not just one, but two men. Both so stern and yet... smitten with me. My body.

Everything stilled then, for a second, and I just savoured the feeling of Mr. Thatcher lingering so close to my mouth, Mr. Robins throbbing deep into my pussy.

So it was that while Mr. Robins began to pump that thick cock of his into my tight little pussy, Mr. Thatcher stroked my cheek and brushed back my hair fondly, placing little kisses upon my face repeatedly.

“You can come over to my place any time, once you’ve got that lil’ round belly of yours,” my teacher said to me so sweetly. “And you can suck my dick until your lips are sore. In fact, I insist,” he states with a devious smirk, the sound of my principal’s groin smacking into my ass rising up higher.

I was having a hard time staying balanced, even as I rest my torso against the bar, but all the while I was staring at my handsome teacher. For so long I’d watched him with a detached interest, a curiosity. Thinking about what it was like to be with him, outside of school. About who he was.

And his affectionate tone and tender stroking, I would have scoffed at. Hell, I wanted to scoff at them! But it endeared me towards him, with those nasty, naughty words spilling from his lips and making me want him more.

But it was Mr. Robins that bore the fruit of my arousal, my hips slamming against him harder.

I got a moan from that harsh, authoritarian principal of mine, a deep, loud growl of such exquisite satisfaction. His dick throbbed within me, swelling up and stretching my virginal little cunny wider, straining it to accept that big girth of his, so much larger than the boys I was used to blowing behind the school.

A hand slapped against my ass cheek loudly, and Mr. Robins reminded me of who was in charge with a harder thrust.

I cried out, my throat exposed as my skin prickled with excitement. My hand moved along my clit, touching myself so gently and finding my digits smacked by those balls with Mr. Robins thrusts.

It all felt so good, though. Like my senses were peaked and I could feel and smell and hear everything so much more acutely.

Mr. Robin’s pace grew, and the tall, hard man was breaking in my poor little body so roughly. The initial ease of entry a thing long forgotten as he plowed his dick into me up to the hilt, hammering himself again and again, each thrust accompanied by a lewd swelling of his manhood.

“You’re gonna suck our dicks tonight too,” Mr. Thatcher said so lewdly, stroking back my hair, the two men tearing me back and forth between the wider reality of the room, the world, us, and the intense focus of my pussy getting so stuffed by my principal. “As soon as we’re done dumping our loads in you, little slut.”

The words were crass but sounded so affectionate, and my blue eyes fluttered shut as a moan passed my lips. It wasn’t much thanks for the compliment, but oh, it was sincere. Having the two men I’d looked up to most my whole life, even more than my own family, doting on me like this?

Promising me such taboo pleasures as they worked to breed me? Make a mess of my little pussy?

It was sublime.

Mr. Robins, god bless his heart, slapped another rough spank to my ass, never letting me grow too complacent. Never letting my body settle into just pleasure, always giving me that edge of stinging pain as he fucked me up against the bar. His cock swelled lewdly, and I knew the man wanted to cum inside me, I just knew it by instinct. Though he held back, savouring his honour at being the first to pound my pussy.

“We’ll make you the luckiest, happiest lil’ slut on the whole island,” my teacher said, cupping my jaw, letting his thumb work up to tease my plush lower lip.

It was such a high compliment, an honour, and I whimpered at it with such desire. They knew me so well, knew what I needed and wanted more than anyone, and those words, combined with the wriggling of my fingers over my clit, made my body well up with electricity.